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3d-wifey · 7 months ago

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can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: You and Remus are quite competitive, always going head-to-head in your classes. It’s commonplace to compete for the highest marks. What isn’t commonplace is the sabotage in the form of Remus’s wandering hands.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires.

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard.

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?”

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.”

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide."

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.”

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.”

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back��for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum.

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

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bbokicidal · 8 months ago

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[REUPLOAD] skz + hands (and how they use them)

warnings: hand kink, sexual content (MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting (hyunjin), putting that i mention jeongins church ring in here bc some people are religious n i aint tryna stir the pot

notes: a reupload from my previous blog !!

Chris : Man absolutely fingers you to the Gods. He's the type to know his hands drive you wild and he will absolutely use it to his advantage. That little 'Hall of Fame' move? Yeah - he's doing that shit to you under the dinner table when you join the boys for a night out. He's extremely good at using his hands to coax an orgasm out of you. (And you best bet he rubs over your clit with his thumb. Man is too experienced in fingering at this point. He knows all of your weak points.)

conclusion: uses his index and ring finger during sex + thumb for the clit <3 skilled enough to use one hand and make it amazing

Minho : He... *sigh.* I'm going to be that person and say that when he fingers you, you can feel the veins in his fingers. Not in a gross way - in a like, textured... ribbed-for-your-pleasure-dildo kind of way. His hands are soft - incredibly so - and because of how the blood pools in his hands any time he lowers them below his ribcage, you just feel it when he's kneeling over you and two fingers deep in your pussy. He'll use his free hand to touch and pinch at your clit though - he's a little too disoriented to use just one hand. But he loves the way his hand looks when he grabs at the plush of your thigh and the veins in his hand become more prominent the tighter he holds onto you, keeping you open for him.

conclusion: uses his middle and ring finger during sex, uses the opposite thumb for the clit <3 too eager to use one hand, gets messy and uses two

Changbin : He - Girl. He.. *sigh pt. 2* He's the type to not...? finger as much? But more, use his hands to spread your pussy open for him so he can shove his tongue as deep as possible into you. He's going to use his hands to hold your thighs apart (as if his broad ass shoulders dont push your thighs open enough) but he's going to do it specifically by putting his hands on the junction between your thighs and hips and splaying his fingers are far apart as he can. (also an ass grabber.)

conclusion: enjoys some good handfuls of ass while he eats you out

Hyunjin : Absolutely fingers you - but always does three instead of two because he's an overachiever. He's going to be fucking you with his fingers so hard that the fucking wet squelches that come from your pussy are NOTHING short of absolutely drop dead sinful. Y'both goin' to Hell for the way he destroys your pussy with his hand. Also, who cares about the clit. You're not even going to be worrying about that because you'll be too busy squirming and crying at the way he fucks you with his fingers.

conclusion: the type to fuck you with his hands so hard that you squirt. that's his end goal.

Jisung : Less of a finger-er, more of an eater. A grabber. Very grabby. He'll hoist your legs over his shoulders (mf is broad and nobody ever talks about it bc they're too focused on his waist) and slip his arms (which are again- big as FUCK) under your thighs so he can rest his hands on your abdomen. He likes feeling over your sides and tummy, maybe even reaching up to pinch your nipples and he's absolutely going to be just groping and kneading at your breasts when you start to squirm against his face.

conclusion: likes to grope and grab, knows you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body.

Felix : Again, less of someone who fingers and moreso someone who eats. Man is hungry. Man needs that meal. Man - needs that meat. (LMAO SORRY) Anyway absolutely will grab at you while he eats you out. But unlike Ji where he's groping and grabbing and whatever - Felix will slap his hands on your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs, and then he'll lay there and eat - and knead at your skin while he does it. There is never a moment where his fingers aren't digging into the soft plush of your thighs and kneading the skin, pulling lightly on it and feeling how it bulges between his fingers. He's weak for it.

conclusion: thigh man 100%

Seungmin : The type to start by eating you out and letting you relax and think you're being taken care of but then slip his middle finger in and fuck you with it while he abuses you with his tongue. No warning, just a sudden intrusion that's definitely not unwelcome. Uses his free hand to pin your abdomen/hips down to the mattress so you can't move around too much. Also the type to absolutely bury his face in your pussy and try 'n get his tongue as deep into you as he possibly can. A messy eater.

conclusion: eats you out like you're his last meal but likes to keep you on your toes and wiggly. he thinks you're so cute.

Jeongin : We all know he's got pretty hands. (next to seungmo, imo.) So we know he's going to use his long fucking fingers to destroy your pussy. Definitely the type to use his middle and ring finger to fuck you, free hand splayed over your thigh to push it away from his head. You swear on God he's pushing at your cervix every time he goes knuckle deep and it makes you try to close your thighs but he refuses to let it happen and holds you open. Where Seungmin fucks you with his tongue and his fingers - Jeongin fucks you with his fingers and lets his mouth take care of your clit only. But his tongue is a topic for another time.

conclusion: certified clit sucker. has the longest fingers known to mankind and keeps his rosary ring ON while you fuck.

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hymnhearts · 9 days ago

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OFF LIMITS — rafe cameron

author's note: this was so weird to write bc i've never really written smut before and i literally had no clue what to say LMAOO?? hope it's somewhat entertaining 🤍 warnings: smut, MDNI, fratsweetheart!reader x fratboy!rafe, masturbation (male), cursing, mention of female body parts

The thing about being the frat sweetheart was that you were technically off limits to anyone in the house.

It was an unspoken rule. Some ancient, passed-down frat lore that nobody could fully explain but everyone somehow respected. You were their crown jewel—untouchable, unbothered, worshipped like a goddess who brought home-baked, sprinkle-adorned cupcakes to chapter meetings and kept the pledges in line with a single, perfectly arched brow. Dating you? That was practically sacrilegious. The boys would have the offending brother's face on a wanted posted by the end of the day.

But... Rafe Cameron never really abided by the law. State, federal or frat.

He'd find his eyes lingering, unintentionally, accidentally, but unwaveringly on you as you passed by him, walking around the house in your fluffy slippers like you ran the place (you did.) His hands would find every chance they could to touch you: cupping your hips when he scooted past you, offering to help you carry the cases of beer to the cooler just to feel your fingers brush against each other.

And when you smiled at him--really smiled--like he wasn’t just another frat boy with a god complex and a backwards hat?

Yeah. He knew he was doomed.

He still had the decency to feel a hint of shame, though, as he laid in bed one evening. The other brothers had gone to go help you clean up after a party gone wrong; he had feigned a fever, whining dramatically as he laid in bed. You’d come upstairs like the actual angel you were, pressed a perfectly manicured hand to his forehead (still warm from the hot towel he'd pressed against it earlier.) You cooed something sweet, called him “poor baby,” and kissed his cheek before the crash of glass downstairs tore you away screaming Mason, I swear if that's you... He was whining for a completely different reason now. Your Instagram was pulled up on his cracked phone, the photos from your latest post plastered across his screen. A shot of you bending over as you set up beer-pong, skirt riding up unabashedly, the scrap (if even that) of your panties peeking through. Another one of your tits pushed up in a tiny triangle bikini as you held a bottle of liquor in the air.

He was a goner. Rafe could barely think straight with his eyes fixated on his glowing screen, hand fisting his embarrassingly hard erection. He'd only been viewing your page for perhaps a minute and he was already rock solid, the tip raw and red and leaking.

He had to gnaw on his lower lip to fight back his pathetic groans as his hand moved faster, slick with some random lotion he'd dug out of his suitcase. Squeezing the length of him, swiping his thumb over his slit, his hips were bucking into his hand in no time.

"Mm, fuck, baby," he didn't dare utter your name, even in the midst of his desperation. God forbid one of the guys walks in and hears that. "So good...just like what." He thumbed back and forth between the photos with his other hand, unable to decide what he wanted to look at more. Each time he imagined your honeyed voice from just minutes before, the press of your lips against his cheek, he swore his hips jolted off the bed, hand moving frantically over himself.

His mind conjured up the wildest fantasies. Of you finally letting him have his way with you one night, of you finally being his. He didn't even care about the presidency at that point, he just wanted to feel you moaning and squirming beneath him, looking up pleadingly with those pretty eyes. He'd treat you better than any of those guys he saw you parading around campus with. Finally, he swiped to the last photo, one he hadn't even noticed. It was a photo of you, not scandalously exposed like the other ones. Just you, smiling widely, eyes glittering as you looped your arms around one of your girlfriends. A genuine moment, a moment where you looked purely like you. And the worst part? That was the one that sent him over the edge.

Abruptly, he found himself coming, hips jolting, toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, hand slowing down as he rode himself through his orgasm. His seed covered the sheets and his stomach in thick ropes, a few specks landing on his screen. And, to really top it off, he accidentally called out your name. Practically screamed it.

He was so screwed. Rafe heard the rushed patter of your feet going up the stairs and forced himself to blink out of the haze. That was probably the most intense orgasm he's ever had. All from jerking off like a horny teenage boy to your Instagram photos. God, he was really pathetic? But before he had time to linger on his post-nut clarity, he heard the door creaking open and bolted to pull the soiled covers over him. You came rushing in, all wide-eyed and concerned as you sat on the side of his bed, likely inches away from a puddle of cum. He grimaced. "Rafe! Are you okay?" You hurried to ask, tone all soft and distressed and caring. "Oh, uhhh..." he had to force himself not to stammer as he dramatically slumped against his pillow, reassuming his sickly-Victorian-child act. "Yeah, yeah just... fell asleep, had some weird ass fever dream, you know?" "Damn, this cold's really beating your ass," you observed, raking your fingers through his damp, sweat-slick hair. "You're sweating like crazy. Maybe you should ditch the blankets?-" He swore his heart dropped and he insistently tugged the comforter back on as you moved to lift it. "Nah, nah, I'm good, I promise. Don't worry about me. Go back to fixing the house, yeah? Those dumbasses won't know what to do without you." You giggled lightly, seemingly deterred, much to his relief. "You're right, I should get back. Call me if you need me, alright?" He nodded quickly and then, you bent down once more, kissing his cheek. As you left, he glanced towards his lap and saw his previously limp length already hardening and filling with blood. Fuck.

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bloatedandalone04 · 10 months ago

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Don’t Ever Leave My Side

➪the one where you finally let jake take you out on a date after countless rejections, but it turns out that the guy you convinced yourself he was, isn’t who he is at all.

Warnings: smut, fluff, pda, unprotected sex, swearing, pining, oral (f receiving), jake being whipped bc i missed writing for him

Word Count: 4.7k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You weren’t sure why you had reapplied your makeup for the third time now after deciding that it didn’t look good enough. And you opted to leave your hair how it normally looked right after a shower and to not touch it, but here you were, hastily curling it as you checked the time on your phone for the fourth time since plugging in the curling iron.

None of it mattered at all. It was just a stupid date. One stupid date you promised Jake Seresin you’d go on with him, that was it.

The guy had been asking you out for months now, and you’ve shut him down every time since you knew how he was with the women who frequented the Hard Deck. He was a player, in the sky and on the ground, and you wanted nothing to do with it, which is why you’ve rejected him more times than you can count on both hands.

Yet he was persistent, the fucker. To get him to stop, you agreed to go out with him the last time you bumped into him, and that date was scheduled for tonight. In exactly four minutes, but you were planning on being late just to fuck with him, because there was no way you were going on a second date with him. No way. No.

You just finished your hair when your phone went off with a text, and you glanced down at it as you unplugged the curler and set it down on the counter.

Jake Seresin: I’m here, gorgeous. Hope you’re prepared for tonight ;)

For some reason, reading that gave you butterflies in your stomach, and you quickly typed out a response before setting your phone down and pulling on the simple black dress you picked out for tonight.

Nice. I’m not ready yet.

The dress was tight around your torso area but got looser around your thighs, and the straps were so thin, you had to wear a strapless bra so it didn’t look dumb. The hem around your chest was lace and provided a small amount of cleavage that left nothing to the imagination, so yeah. It was very simple.

After checking yourself a respectable three times, you slide on your ankle boots and grab your purse.

You wondered if Jake was annoyed that you took so long to get ready since he read your text but never responded to it, but you were wrong as you opened your front door and saw him leaning against the passenger side of his truck with a stupid fucking smile on his face. “Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted as you huffed and turned to lock the door. When you made your way over to him, Jake moved out of the way and opened the passenger door for you. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” you drag the word out a bit as you hop up onto the seat and place your hands on your lap as he shuts the door behind you. A few seconds later, he was sitting beside you in the driver’s seat as he put the truck into drive. “Where are we going?”

Jake grinned over at you as he flicked the radio on, and some country song began playing quietly through the speakers as he answered, “It’s a surprise. Shocking, I know, but if I’m only getting one shot at this, I’m gonna do it right,”

“Great, I love surprises,” you mumbled, looking out the window before quickly looking back at him once you further processed his words. “And there’s no if, Jake. You are only getting one shot at this.”

You weren’t sure whose head you were trying to get that through at this point.

But Jake wasn’t fazed as his grin grew. “Better make sure I don’t fuck this up then,” he said, glancing over at you. “I promise, I’ll make it count.”

He sounded so excited and he looked hot in his jeans and button up and jacket. You hated it, because you’ve seen him with other girls before, and he never put on this nice of an outfit, and he never gave them the amount of attention he’s already given you since you left your house.

And you were even more annoyed when he pulled into a parking spot right outside your favorite Italian restaurant ten minutes later. You looked at the bright sign that said the name of the restaurant with squinted eyes before looking over at Jake. “Why are we here?”

Jake looked a bit panicked for a second as he paused mid-way through taking off his seatbelt. “Is this not…I thought this was your favorite place to eat at,” he sounded nervous now and you loosened up a bit as you took off your own seatbelt.

“It is,” you confirmed, “But how did you know that?”

Jake looked more relaxed as he finally let his seatbelt go and opened the door. “Bird Boy told me,” he said and you groaned.

“Damnit, Rooster,” you muttered as you grabbed your bag and reached for the handle, but Jake was already there and opening the door for you. “I’m going to yell at him the next time I see him.” You state as you get out of the truck.

Bradley was your best friend, and the guy who had witnessed a lot of your rejections to Jake firsthand. You weren’t all that surprised that he felt a little bad for the blond and helped him out with this, because your best friend was a decent guy and one of your favorite people. But you were still going to yell at him.

“Really?” Jake laughed as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the doors of the restaurant. “Because I can’t stop thanking the guy, and that’s kind of a big deal for me.”

You huffed out a laugh in return as he guided you inside, and a few minutes later you were sitting at a booth with him with your drinks placed in front of you. Your menu was flat on the table while he held his up, his eyes flickering over the options as you subtly watched him.

“What’s good here?” He asked, “This is my first time in this place.”

You picked up your margarita with a shrug, “Everything, from what I can tell,”

Jake glanced at you over the top of his menu, his brows furrowing as he realized that you didn’t even look at your own. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”

You set your drink down and leaned back against the booth. “I know what I’m getting. I get it every time,”

Jake’s lips turned upwards at that as he set the menu down and slid his water closer to him on the table. “Oh, you’re one of those people, huh?” He asked with a smirk as he sipped a bit of the bland drink. “You don’t like, I don’t know, trying something different?”

“If it’s not broken, don’t fix it?” You offer with a raised brow as you watch him set the water back down. “You’re seriously not drinking tonight?”

He shook his head as he closed the menu and pushed both yours and his to the edge of the table. “No. I want to be sober the whole time so I can remember this night with vivid detail. I think you deserve that,”

Your face heated up as you cleared your throat, his words doing a number on you as you sat up a bit. “What are you getting?” You quickly change the subject as you felt the sudden urge to kiss the guy you’ve been avoiding for months now.

“What are you getting?” He asked back and you narrowed your eyes as you told him your usual order. “Perfect, I’ll get that too. Maybe I’ll like it enough to order it every time I come here.”

And that was how you found yourself eating identical meals not long after, and a blush seemed to be stuck on your face as you answered every single question he had for you. Your favorite color, your favorite song, the teacher you hated most in high school, your worst dating experience, all of it.

For some reason, this wasn’t bad. This wasn’t bad at all. Talking with Jake felt easy, like you could do it all the time and never complain about it. Why was this shaping out to be kind of the perfect first date? Why was he kind of being the perfect gentleman?

He seemed so interested in you, like how he was during the build ups to him eventually asking you out. You were beginning to feel bad about constantly saying no, because you were actually having a really good time with him.

“Well?” You started as Jake asked for the bill. “How was it? Will you be returning just to order that every time?” You gestured to the empty plates in front of you and Jake shrugged as he took out his wallet.

“It wasn’t bad. Your taste in food is pretty decent,” he hummed as the waitress, who had been checking Jake out the whole night and who hadn’t been looked at by him for more than a total of six seconds, placed the bill on the table. You reached for your own wallet but he stopped you and handed you his keys instead. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Wait in the truck for me, okay?”

You take the keys from him and give the waitress a soft smirk as you stand up, noticing the scowl that had formed on her face as she heard the affectionate nickname Jake gave you.

Less than a minute later, Jake was beside you in his truck again as he backed out of the parking space with one hand. You were feeling a bit shy now as you looked over at him and took in just how handsome he actually is. “Thanks for tonight,” you say quietly as he pulls out onto the road. “It was kinda…it was fun.”

“You think it’s over?” He laughed softly as he glanced over at you in the dark truck. “I only get you to myself for one night, you really think I’m just taking you out to dinner?”

Your face heated up for the hundredth time tonight as you quickly broke eye contact. “Oh…where else are we going?”

Jake looked back at the road as he drove with one hand, and you were sure he wasn’t aware of just how hot that was. “To the place we first met,” he answered simply and your eyes widened a bit as you laughed.

“The Hard Deck?”

“Yeah,” he grinned over at you. “I have to show at least one person from work that I actually managed to get you to go out with me. And Bird Boy doesn’t count.”

You weren’t entirely sure why, but that had you smiling like a love struck teenager the whole ride, and when you arrived at the Hard Deck, you allowed Jake to lead you inside with his hand placed firmly on your hip.

A few of his coworkers smirked at him, a few looked beyond shocked, and then there was Bradley, who avoided eye contact with you as soon as you entered the bar. Okay, so maybe you wouldn’t be yelling at him later.

The Hard Deck was rowdy as usual, but Jake wasn’t paying attention to anyone but you, and you realized just how much you liked being the center of his attention.

And he was completely sober as he held you in his arms as the two of you swayed to an old song playing on the jukebox. He looked content and so handsome, you had to look away as you mumbled, “Okay, so maybe this isn’t so bad after all,” and pressed the side of your face against his chest. “You kind of planned the most perfect first date, Jake. I’m actually so surprised.”

Your head vibrated a bit when he laughed and tightened his hold on you as if he was scared to let you go. “Well, when you’re determined to make someone fall head over heels for you, you’ve got to put in a bit of effort,” he said and your whole body heated up in a blush. “So, uh…does this mean there’s gonna be a second date?”

You pull back slightly and look up at him. “That depends on you,” came your quiet response as you slid your hands up his back. “You’ve been the most perfect gentleman tonight, and you’ve been so sweet, but will it be like this every time? Or was this just a show for tonight?”

Jake lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair behind your ear, his thumb stroking your cheek after. “You deserve to be treated right, and I want to be the person to do that. I want to be the perfect guy for you, Y/n. You’re special to me,” he said and sounded so genuine, you had no choice but to believe his words. “Give me a chance to show you that I’m not the stuck up ladies man you think I am. I’m falling for you…and I don’t want to mess this up.”

There it was. Jake had just put his heart on his sleeve for you, and now it was completely up to you what happened next.

You press your lips together and look down at the wooden floor of the bar. “I was wrong about you. You’re not the player I thought you were. And honestly, I don’t care about how many women you’ve been with. The guy you’ve been tonight…it’s a different side of you, Jake. Or maybe it’s who you’ve been this whole time and I’ve just been too stubborn to see it,” you murmur and place your hands flat on his chest as you look back up at him. “The guy you are right now, I can see myself with him. With you. Tonight has been…perfect, in every single way. You’ve been perfect, Jake.”

There was your own confession that, early this morning, you would’ve never said out loud, but things had clearly changed.

Jake smiled and leaned down to brush his lips against yours in a teasing kiss. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your mouth before pulling back to look into your eyes. “So why don’t we skip right to the part where you agree to a second date?” He asked in a deep voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You laughed, looking up at him with unguarded eyes. “I think it’s safe to say you got that second date. And the third. And the fourth,” you grinned, curling your fingers around his jacket as your gaze intensified a bit. “Tell me something, does the perfect gentleman kiss on the first date? Because that teaser you just gave me wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy what I’m feeling right now.”

Jake’s smile grows before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It starts off somewhat soft, and he lets you take the lead as you kiss him a bit deeper, and then his tongue was pushing past your lips and brushing against yours.

It was clear from the kiss that he had been holding back his desire for you for months, and you suddenly didn’t regret pushing him away so much, because it allowed you to feel every inch of his want for you with every brush of his mouth against yours.

After a few more seconds, he breaks the kiss. “There you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your puffy bottom lip. “But that’s just one of many. I plan on kissing the fuck out of you on every single one of those future dates.”

A content hum leaves your lips, a feeling of excitement for the future settling in your bones as you lean up and kiss him again. Soon enough you’d become addicted. You were sure of it.

Your fingers slide into his hair as the music continues to play and the patrons of the bar chat amongst themselves, not paying either of you any attention as you lose yourselves in each other.

Jake’s hands grip your waist tighter, pulling your chest against his. “You’re mine now, Y/n,” he mumbled when he finally broke the kiss after a few minutes, and you held back a squeal at just how good that sounded. “I’ll make you happy, I swear it.”

You bite down on your lip and trace the sides of his face with your fingers. “Any chance the perfect gentleman takes me to bed on the first date?” You playfully asked, but you were also very serious, even if you thought that you should probably wait to have sex. Maybe until the second date. That seemed long enough.

“Patience, baby,” he rasped, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “A perfect gentleman knows how to build anticipation.”

He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear as you hum quietly, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as you try not to squeal again at the cute pet name.

“Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to be worth the wait. I know it’ll be…fucking amazing between us,” he added, brushing another soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, by the end of our second date, I’ll give it to you so good, you’ll still be sore when we go on our third date.”

You grin excitedly and nod. “It’s okay,” you whisper, “I can wait. I know that now, Jake. You’re worth the wait.”

Jake smiled down at you before kissing you one last time then taking your hand and leading you towards the bar.

A couple weeks, and several dates later, you and Jake are officially together and crazy in love with each other.

The realization that you had only pushed him away for so long because you were so into him was a tough pill to swallow, but when you finally got it down, you threw yourself headfirst into this relationship with him, and neither of you planned to look back.

It became official shortly after the first date, where he drove you home, kissed you sweetly, then left you wanting more. By the end of the second date, Jake stayed true to his promise and fucked you so good into his mattress, you were addicted by the time the sun came up.

You’d both been insatiable since then, which wasn’t all that surprising. The chemistry between you two had been undeniable from the start, so of course the sex was fucking amazing.

Now, having just gotten back to his place after your eighth date, you and he can’t keep your hands off one another as you stumble through his front door, your mouths connected and your hands all over each other.

You pull off his jacket and let it fall to the floor of the entryway while he helps you slide off your heels, your mouths meshing noisily together. He kicks the door shut before reaching down to grab the backs of your thighs, never breaking the kiss as he lifts you into his arms. He begins to walk towards his bedroom, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pulls away. “I’m gonna take you slow and deep tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. “Wanna drag it out this time.”

He was referring to the previous date, when he fucked you hard and fast into his couch while you screamed your throat raw, and the reminder of it just turned you on even more.

Jake lays you down on his bed before standing back up and working on ridding himself of his belt. You lean back on the bed, pulling your dress off to leave you in a matching black lace lingerie set that paired sinfully well with your thigh high stockings.

Leaning back on your elbows, you spread your thighs and beckon him to you with a curl of your finger. “Come here,”

Jake’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. He’s seen you naked countless of times by now, but seeing you in something so effortlessly hot was something else, especially since he knew exactly what the black fabric was hiding from him.

His hands reach down to pull off his belt and he shrugs off his clothes, leaving on his boxer briefs for now and showing off just how hard you made him through the thin material.

Crawling onto the bed, he positions himself between your thighs, his lips peppering kisses along your stomach as his fingers tease the edge of your panties. “God, you’re fucking stunning,” he mumbled, running his fingers over the flimsy fabric. “Tell me, baby, were these expensive?”

You hum, looking down at him as you shrug. “A little, but not too bad,”

Jake smirked, mumbling a quick, “Good,” before he ripped the delicate fabric and tossed it aside, revealing your slick folds to his needy eyes.

“Jake!” You gasped, your eyes widening as his big hands gripped the backs of your thighs and spread your legs a bit wider.

“I’ll buy you more, one in every color,” he promised, grinning up at you before looking back down at your heat. He runs his fingers through your wetness, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, “You’re so wet for me, baby. All for me.”

Then he was burying his face between your thighs, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your entrance before sucking on your clit. “Oh, fuck,” you whined and he groaned, sending a jolt of pleasure up your body. You shuddered, your muscles tightening as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Just like that, Jake. Feels so good.”

Jake’s tongue pressed more firmly against your clit while his fingers gathered more of your wetness before sinking knuckle-deep inside you. He fucks them in and out of you as his teeth gently nip at your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you fell back onto his pillow as he devoured you.

The sight of you looking already so fucked out with your hair draped across his pillow had him refraining from bucking his hips against the bed, because it was something he had been dreaming about seeing for months. He was still kind of shocked that he could now see it whenever he wanted.

“Fuck,” you gasped, arching your back as he guided your legs to rest over his shoulders. Your fingers were pulling on his hair pretty hard, and he fucking loved it. He loved every single second he spent with you, and he couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste, your soft moans and the fact that you had finally, finally given him the chance he’s been craving for so long.

You were finally his, and he was never letting you go.

“Cum for me,” he mumbled, flicking your clit with his tongue as he curled his fingers deep inside you. “Cum all over my face, baby. Let me taste it.”

If there was one thing Jake knew how to do, it was to spew the most filthy fucking things to you. And he knew you loved it. He found that out pretty quickly the first time he took you to bed, and he was more than willing to delve into your desire for dirty talk.

Like he suspected, your mouth parted in a loud moan as you tugged harshly on his hair, and a second later you were coming on his tongue and fingers. “Jake…holy fuck, baby,” you moaned as you writhed against his face. “Fuck…feels so fucking good.”

The taste of you on his tongue makes him groan, and he continues to ravish your pussy until you’re shaking and whimpering incoherently. Once you settled a bit, Jake lifted his head, his lips and chin soaked with your release as he grins up at you and begins to place kisses along your stomach while he pushes his boxers down.

He hovers over you, his hands squeezing your breasts through your bra as he teases your quivering heat with the tip of his cock. “I need you, baby,” he mumbled, reaching down to grip his base as he coats himself in your arousal before slowly pushing inside you. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder as he started to slowly rock into you.

His hand moves from your chest to grip your hips as he picks up the speed a bit, his body fitting perfectly against yours with each deep thrust,

“There you go,” he rasped, kissing along your neck. “Take it all, baby, every inch.”

You moan loudly as you arch your back, and you guide his hands around you to the clasp of your bra. “Fuck, Jake, you feel so good,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

Jake hums, expertly unclasping your bra before guiding the straps down your arms, all while keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes immediately lock onto your breasts, now bare to his dark eyes as they bounce with every movement. “You’re a fucking dream,” he mumbled, leaning down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours. “You make me lose control, every single time.” He grunted through ragged breaths, his cock brushing against every hidden spot deep inside you.

“Jake,” you moan desperately, guiding his mouth to yours in a messy kiss. “I love you.”

He groans, kissing you again as he feels himself close to coming already because you felt that fucking good. “I love you, too,” he rasped, his words muffled against your mouth. “So fucking much.”

You moaned, tugging on his hair as you lazily met his thrusts halfway. “I’m close,” you mumbled and he groaned in both pleasure and relief as he reached down to rub circles against your clit.

“Me too,” he muttered, pinching and pulling at your bundle of nerves. “Cum with me, baby. Let go for me.”

A few seconds later, you were coming for a second time, but on his cock, and a couple thrusts later, he was too. He filled you up as his body shuddered, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck as he fucked his seed deep inside you.

Once you were both spent, he collapsed gently on top of you, keeping his cock lodged inside you as he cuddled you against his chest. “Stay with me tonight,” he begged quietly, turning you both on your sides and tucking your head under his chin.

You smiled, nuzzling against his sweaty chest. “Where else would I be?”

Jake smiled back, pulling you impossibly closer. “What about tomorrow? Will you stay here tomorrow, too? We can have breakfast in bed,” he offered with a teasing grin on his lips.

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Pancakes or waffles?” You ask instead of answering him, confirming that you will be staying at his place for the remainder of the weekend.

“Pancakes,” he replied, pulling back to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “And bacon. A fuckton of it.”

Even though this wasn’t the first time you would be spending the night in his arms, Jake still felt beyond happy that, after months of pining over you, he was given the chance to experience life with you. He was also really fucking excited to spend tomorrow morning with you in his bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mumbled, holding you a bit tighter. “Wanted you.”

You go silent for a few seconds before pulling back to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” you whispered, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with your finger. “Truthfully, I didn’t think it could be this good. I was so wrong.”

Jake shakes his head, taking your hand in his and pressing a few kisses to your knuckles. “Don’t be sorry,” he said quietly. “It was worth it, all of it, if it meant we’d end up like this. Together.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply, and you returned it instantly. “I love you,” you mumbled against his lips as you gently gripped his face.

“I love you, too,” he said back and meant it with his whole heart as he rolled you onto your back again and settled on top of you.

Because without a doubt, his heart had been entirely yours since the second he saw you, and he knew that, he was just finally able to make you see it too.

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Almost Home

→ Summary: Your boyfriend looks extra yummy when he's in the driver seat, which tends to turn you into a feral, needy animal.

↠ wooyoung x f.reader | 712 words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, established relationship

→ Warnings: roadhead, oral (male receiving), ball squeezing, teasing, slightly bratty!reader, cock choking & cock swallowing if you squint lol, praise kink, slight exhibitionism & voyeurism, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed something

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→ Author Note: just a quick drabble bc i have a looooot of thoughts about the photos woo has been sharing lately ugh, not edited either so yeah...enjoy

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“We’re surrounded by other vehicles right now, you can’t wait?” Wooyoung exasperates, exhaling a breath as your hands slide up his thigh.

“Just drive faster so no one sees me face first in your lap. It’ll be fine,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“But we’ll be home soon,” he points out lamely, trying to distract you - and himself.

You can’t wait though, he looks almost too good. There’s just something about the way he sits in the driver’s seat, exuding confidence and control, both of which have heat pooling in your center. It's the way he owns the space, completely in charge, and it’s making you lose your mind.

“Let me suck you off, please?” you whine. “I’ve missed you, all of you. Especially your pretty dick. I know it missed me too.” You lean over the center console of his car to kiss his neck, letting your hand dip in between his legs to cup his package. He hisses at the initial contact, then melts into your touch. He secretly loves it when you praise any part of him, even if you use the word pretty in the same sentence.

“Baby,” he groans, tipping back against the headrest and swallowing hard.

“I’ll stop if you really want me to,” you say, massaging him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he grips the steering wheel tighter while increasing speed, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Dipping into his pants after undoing them, you free his hardening length from the layers of fabric. You’re mesmerized by the little beads of pre-cum that spill out of his angry tip. Using your thumb, you smear them across his velvety flesh before immediately taking him in your mouth. The head of his length alone is enough to fill your mouth.

Wooyoung’s body stiffens from the sudden contact, and he might have accidentally swerved into the other lane, just for a second, when your teeth graze along the underside of his heavy head.

Christ.

Removing your mouth from him, you kiss every inch of his thickening length, effectively teasing him until more pre-cum leaks from his small hole.

His body reacts with another shudder when your other hand goes lower to cup his balls, your palm tightening around them when you leave another feather-light kiss on the very tip top of his member just to drive him crazy.

“You’re such a brat. Stop teasing and start choking on my cock already,” he grumbles, using his free hand to shove your face back down.

You comply, wrapping your hand around his girth and lowering your mouth around him. Mmm, you definitely missed this.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him in further and further until your sputtering along his length.

Wooyoung loves the way your mouth stretches to take all of him. If he wasn’t so hyper focused on not crashing the car, he’d fuck the hell out of your mouth right now. He’ll make time for that later, you know, once you make it home.

Coming up for air, you grin toward your boyfriend while a string of saliva falls from your mouth. “I swear I’ll never get enough of this, enough of you,” you moan.

Wooyoung watches intently as you take in his full length again, only breaking eye contact when he needs to check the road.

“Look at you, you’re unreal. Do you know that?” He says, his eyes burning into yours as he looks down at you again. He rubs a fallen piece of hair out of your face. “Just gorgeous.”

His words make your panties wetter than they already are and you squeeze your legs together for some kind of relief.

You continue to play with his balls as you hum around him while he’s deep in your throat, a move you’ve learned that will send him spiraling right over the edge.

A few seconds later, his hips jerk and he twitches inside you. His hot, seedy release shoots down the back of your throat while he lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard.

“Mmm,” you say, licking your lips once you pull yourself off him. “That was fun. Now take me home and dick me down properly as a thank you.”

He shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling into a smile, “As you wish.”

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ducksido · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/ducksido/783046684667166720/i-was-reading-some-of-your-new-writings-and-at?source=share

what if the reverse too? Us doing something that's romantic for Us (kissing, cuddling, flirting, giving jewelry or a bouquet, etc..) but the Not-Humans don't realize it's supposed to be romantic bc it's a Normal Thing for them lmao

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SAVANNACLAW

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR – You kiss his cheek. You had planned it all day. A soft peck to the cheek, just before class. Nothing flashy, nothing showy—just enough to say: “I like you.” So you wait until Leona’s flopped out under the shade tree behind the alchemy building, and then you lean down, heart fluttering.

“Mornin’, Kingscholar,” you say, and press a quick kiss to the sharp plane of his cheekbone.

He grunts. Doesn’t even look up. “You’re blocking my sun.”

…What?

“That’s it?” you ask, blinking at him. “I just kissed you.”

“Yeah? You do that all the time to wake me up.” He rolls onto his side, ears flicking lazily. “You’re the only one who bugs me like that.”

“But I kissed you,” you emphasize, louder now, kneeling beside him. “That was supposed to be romantic!”

Leona blinks open one eye. “What? You mean that?” He actually looks puzzled. “I thought humans just did that to show affection. Like, ‘good job,’ or ‘you didn’t die today.’”

Your soul exits your body.

“Leona,” you whisper. “That was a confession.”

He finally sits up, brow furrowing, as realization slowly dawns.

“Oh,” he mutters. “…So wait. You like like me?” “…Yes.”

His smirk returns, slow and smug. “Tch. Took you long enough. You should’ve just bit me.” “I’M NOT A LION, LEONA.”

RUGGIE BUCCHI – You give him a handmade bento. Ruggie’s never one to turn down food, especially not yours—he always says you “season it with soul” (which you’re pretty sure is just his way of flirting). So today, you finally decided to make him a real lunch. Bento-style. Cute compartments, little meatballs shaped like hyenas, rice balls in heart shapes, the whole nine yards.

You present it to him with a bashful grin. “Here. I made you lunch.”

Ruggie gasps. “For me? Seriously?!”

He tears into it like a starved beast, which—okay, fair—but your heart is pounding. You even added a handwritten note: “Ruggie, I like you. Please enjoy!”

You watch him eat. Wait for the reaction. Wait for him to look up and realize. And finally, he does.

He chews, swallows, and goes, “Man, this is SO good. You always make the best food! You’d be a great kitchen shift leader in the Savanna. I mean, you’re already feeding the pack, right?”

“…Feeding the…?”

“Yeah!” he continues, absolutely missing your point. “My cousins back home’d LOVE you. You got hyena instincts, y’know? Real pack mom energy.”

“Ruggie,” you say slowly, “I’m trying to flirt with you.”

He blinks. Then laughs—loud, delighted. “Wait. You were trying to get me to realize you like me?”

“Yes!!”

He wheezes. “Aw, you don’t gotta work that hard! I already knew. I was just waiting for you to jump me or something.”

“…IS THAT NORMAL FOR HYENA COURTSHIP?!”

“Yeah! …Wanna try it?”

JACK HOWL – You fix his hair and cuddle close after sparring. You and Jack have been training partners for a while now. There’s something electric about the way he spars: clean, focused, intense—but respectful. Today, after your final round, both of you are panting, soaked in sweat, and grinning wide.

You flop beside him on the grass and reach out, heart thumping.

“Hold still, you’ve got grass in your hair.” You brush your fingers through his silver strands, gently pushing them away from his eyes. His ears flick instinctively under your touch—but he doesn’t pull away. You smile and scoot in, head resting lightly against his shoulder. Close, warm, intimate.

To you, this is everything. The silent post-battle closeness, your fingers lingering in his hair, your shoulder pressed to his. You finally speak.

“You know… humans do this when they like someone.”

Jack hums, not even looking at you. “Hm? Grooming? That’s normal.”

“…Not between friends.”

He tilts his head. “In wolf packs it is. Grooming is just… bonding. You do it to show trust.”

You’re about to combust. “Jack. I want to date you.”

He jerks away so fast you nearly fall sideways. “You—wha—me?!”

“Yes!! That was my big gesture!”

Jack’s ears go flat, tail stiff. “I thought we were just bonding! I didn’t know it was—romantic!”

You’re trying not to cry and laugh at the same time. “It was literally post-battle cuddling and hair-touching. In a meadow.”

Jack’s cheeks are fully pink now. “…Okay, yeah. That does sound kinda romantic.”

He offers you his hand again, voice low and sheepish. “So, uh… can we start over?”

You place your hand in his. “Only if I can still touch your ears.”

He grins. “Only if I can carry your books after class.”

OCTAVINELLE

AZUL ASHENGROTTO – You give him a piece of jewelry. You spent days picking it out. Something tasteful, a lapel pin with a blue gem that almost matches his eyes, set in elegant silver—classic, charming, intimate. The kind of gift that says, "I like you enough to think about you when I’m not with you.”

You present it to him at the lounge when he's done with his managerial rounds. He blinks when you open the box and smile shyly.

"I saw this and thought of you."

Azul freezes. “A gift?” he says, voice tight. “For me?”

You nod. “Yeah. It reminded me of you—classy and beautiful.”

For a full ten seconds, he just stares at it. Then stares at you.

“…Is this for a contract?” he finally asks.

Your face crumples. “No! It’s just… a gift! You don’t need to give me anything back, I wanted to give you something.”

Azul’s mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again. “I—I see. Then… is this a cultural gesture? Among humans?”

You feel your soul deflate. “Azul. It’s a romantic gift. I’m confessing.”

Cue Azul nearly choking on air.

“A confession?! With jewelry?! But—but you didn’t even write a formal proposal letter!” His hands fly to his face, glasses nearly toppling off. “In the Coral Sea, an exchange of gems is a courtship rite—it’s something reserved for pre-engagements or deeper partnerships! You just—”

“I literally bought it at a student market!”

“And you’re telling me that wasn’t a pre-betrothal offering?!”

“No!! I just think you’re pretty!”

There’s a long pause. Azul’s face is beet red. “Oh,” he mumbles. “I… accept.”

You blink. “You do?”

He clasps the pin to his chest like it's a medal of honor. “Yes. You have my hand. And possibly my gills.”

“…Thanks?”

JADE LEECH – You flirt with him. You’re sitting with him in the Mostro Lounge after hours. It’s dark and intimate and the lighting is warm, and you decide now’s the time. You’re going to flirt.

You lean in close. Smile coyly. Voice low. “You know, Jade… I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look tonight.”

He blinks at you. “Thank you.”

Undeterred, you rest your chin on your hand. “You always know what to say, don’t you? I wonder how many people have fallen for that charm.”

Jade tilts his head, a polite smile forming. “Ah, you mean like a social test? An observational exercise? I suppose I do provoke interesting responses.”

You blink. “That was flirting.”

He pauses. “Ah.”

You try again. “So. Maybe next time we go on a ‘walk,’ you’ll actually call it a date?”

Jade hums thoughtfully. “I do enjoy our walks. But I thought those were for hunting mushrooms and observing bird behavior.”

You stare at him. “Jade. I’ve been flirting with you for three weeks.”

Jade’s eyes sparkle with amusement now. “And I’ve been cataloguing your behavior as an example of human mating rituals. How fascinating. You truly intended it romantically?”

You groan. “Yes.”

“Well then…” His grin widens. “Should I begin flirting back?”

“…Please.”

He leans in, close to your ear, voice low and syrupy. “Your cheeks flush delightfully when I speak to you like this, you know.”

You almost fall out of your chair.

FLOYD LEECH – You cuddle him. You sneak up on Floyd after class, having missed him all morning, and throw your arms around him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder.

He lets out a soft “eehhh~?” and turns around, squeezing you back hard enough to lift you off your feet.

“Shriiiiimpy! What’s all this?” he hums, rubbing his cheek against yours.

“I missed you,” you say, voice muffled against his collar. “Wanted to hold you.”

Floyd blinks. “Ohhh, you’re feeling touchy again? Cute~”

“No. I mean… yes. But also…” You look up at him. “It’s a romantic thing, Floyd. I’m cuddling you because I like you.”

His brows furrow. “Eh? You like me like-like me?”

“Yeah.”

A beat.

“Whaaaat? I thought you were just being needy like a seal pup or something,” he says with a laugh. “Like, ‘wah wah, Floyd, hold me, I’m cold~’” He mimics a whiny voice.

“Floyd, I have been cuddling you for three months. Romantically.”

He stares. Then smirks, sharp and lazy. “Oooohh. So you wanna be my little shrimp for real, huh?”

“YES.”

“Then say it like you mean it~” he coos.

You groan, smushing your forehead into his chest. “I LIKE YOU, YOU GIANT SEA BEAST.”

He lets out a giddy whoop and spins you around.

“You’re mine now~ Hope you like cuddles, ‘cause I bite too!”

DIASOMNIA

MALLEUS DRACONIA – You give him a bouquet of handpicked flowers

You’d spent the entire morning collecting them — every blossom carefully chosen for its color, meaning, and aesthetic. You’d even arranged them yourself: spider lilies, moon roses, white forget-me-nots. The arrangement glowed softly with magic-infused blossoms, a gentle blend of fae tradition and human sentiment.

You find Malleus by the gazebo in the garden, moonlight dripping across his shoulders, and you approach him with a shy smile.

“I brought you something,” you say, holding the bouquet out.

Malleus stares at it. “Ah,” he breathes. “You’ve been foraging.”

Your smile falters. “No, I made it for you. It’s a romantic gesture.”

He tilts his head. “A gift of flora is romantic, you say?” He takes the bouquet delicately in his hands. “In Briar Valley, this would be seen as a signal of negotiation… possibly a truce offering between nobles or a peace gesture between warring families.”

“…I’m not at war with you.”

“Precisely,” he says with a pleased smile. “Then I am honored by this token of diplomacy.”

You gape. “No, wait, I’m in love with you!”

He blinks. “Oh?” He looks down at the bouquet, then back at you, utterly serene. “Then you should have said so. I was preparing my own bouquet of cursed bellflowers in return.”

You stare. “That sounds like a threat.”

“To you, perhaps.” He leans closer with a small smirk. “To us, it is affection.”

LILIA VANROUGE – You fix his collar and brush his hair back

He’s always a little rumpled — collar askew, jacket slipping off one shoulder, silken hair tousled and wild. You decide to do something sweet and intimate: you catch him before he goes to class, reach up on your tiptoes, and gently tug his jacket into place. Then you smooth his shirt collar and run your fingers through the side of his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Lilia blinks down at you, pink eyes gleaming with mirth.

“Hmm… Are you grooming me?”

“I’m trying to flirt with you.”

“Really?” He gasps dramatically. “How scandalous.”

“I thought it would be romantic. Intimate.”

“Oh, darling, we used to do this for comrades before going into battle. Very popular with soldiers.”

“…I’m not sending you off to war, Lilia.”

“Well, it certainly felt like it,” he teases, sticking his tongue out. “You even touched my hair. That’s practically a war blessing.”

You pout. “It’s a date-prep blessing.”

“Oh? Well, next time maybe kiss me instead.” He winks and flits off before you can even recover.

(You do kiss him next time. He absolutely swoons and declares war on your lips.)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT – You gently touch his hand during a quiet moment

You’ve been spending more time with him lately — study sessions, sparring matches, long walks around the campus while he rants about Lord Malleus. One afternoon, you’re sitting side by side in the library and you reach out, resting your hand just slightly over his.

It’s soft. Subtle. Warm.

Sebek jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

“WHAT IS THIS—!”

You flinch. “I… was holding your hand.”

“Why?!”

“Because it’s romantic?!”

He stares, baffled. “But… why would one do this for romance? This is merely tactile affirmation. I assumed you were testing my pulse!”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. “Sebek. I’m trying to tell you that I like you.”

He turns pink. “With hand-holding?!”

“Yes.”

“I—! I see!” He fumbles to straighten his tie. “Then… if this is romantic, perhaps I, too, shall hold your hand—firmly! Strongly! Like a true suitor!”

He seizes your hand like he’s wrestling a beast.

You wince. “Gentle. Gentle, Sebek.”

“This is harder than I thought.”

SILVER – You kiss his cheek

You’re walking together at dusk, and he’s tired but content, eyes half-lidded, and there's a softness to the air around him that feels dreamlike. You glance at him, heart pounding, and lean over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He blinks slowly. “Mmm,” he hums. “That was nice.”

You pause. “You noticed?”

He nods, barely reacting. “Warm. Like sunlight.”

You stare. “Silver… I kissed you.”

“Mmhm.”

“That was a romantic kiss.”

Another blink. “Oh,” he says. “I thought you were comforting me, like Lilia does sometimes. He used to kiss my forehead when I had nightmares.”

Your face is burning. “That was me flirting.”

Silver tilts his head. “I thought flirting required metaphorical language and winks.”

“…No. Sometimes it’s just affection.”

“Oh.” He looks thoughtful. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

Before you can respond, he leans in and gently kisses your forehead.

You swear your knees go weak.

“There,” he says, nodding. “I hope that was sufficiently romantic.”

It was. It really, really was.

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seongminiz · 2 months ago

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proving a point (and kind of failing) – p.sh

. . ? sunghoon gets handcuffed (hell yeah) – smut / minors dni ; 828 words

cw handcuffs , afab reader , handjob , orgasm denial , unprotected sex , a lil bit of dumbification

🗯️ yk the drill , this isnt proof read – it wasn't even supposed to be this long but my pretentious ass got poetic n ended up writing more than expected .. n then i got bored n sleepy so it became kind of ass idk honestly .. not proud of this one but i'll live i need to allow myself to be a mediocre writer bc at the end of the day its not that deep

handcuffing sunghoon to the bed's headrest , restraining him n saying for once you are going to be in charge ,, when really , you both know sunghoon is merely granting you the illusion of power , for his own amusement , his eyes following your every action waiting for the moment you'll cave in n admit defeat , letting him take control again .

it's all a game to sunghoon , n maybe to you too – but it's also a matter of proving yourself .

you straddle sunghoon's hips , stubbornly ignoring his sweet , sweet voice as he plays his part , pleading for you to hurry up and touch him already in a whiny tone that feels almost mocking.

'shut up,' you retort as you drag sunghoon's boxers down his legs , leaving them around his knees without much care . sunghoon is right, in a way : you do have to hurry up , not dwell for too long on the details, take what you want without giving it more than half a thought to not let your resolve crumble and let him take control again .

sunghoon bites back a whine as your fingers wrap around his dick. for a second – it feels like an eternity to him – you just stay there , running your fingertips along the circumference of his cock, tracing its details as if you need to map it out, as if your body, your insides haven't already memorized its every single millimeter , to exhaustion.

'i told you to hurry,' sunghoon lifts his hips, searching for more friction that you don't grant him as you retract your hand with a smirk.

'and i,' you actually wrap your hand around sunghoon's cock now, giving it the smallest squeeze before pumping it once. 'told you to shut up.'

you don't know how your voice doesn't shake , how you manage to meet sunghoon's eyes as you start to slowly , painfully drag your hand up and down his length , to hold his gaze when you pick up the pace and he finally – or at least , for a moment – gives in , tilting his head back and letting you take your time with him .

it's not long before sunghoon feels the incipit of an orgasm building up in him . in his defense , he's been rock hard ever since he got in this predicament, if not before you even told him you wanted to take charge for the night . sunghoon just thinks you're the hottest person to ever walk earth, and anything you do could get him bricked up without you even trying to.

just as sunghoon is about to voice just how close he is , your touch disappears again , a satisfied smile creeping on your face when you hear him groan in disappointment.

'you just have to be a little patient,' you reassure him , your nails lightly scraping the inside of his thighs.

you lift your hips slightly and push your panties to the side , you grind down on sunghoon's cock and let your wetness coat it , your legs shaking when his tip bumps into your clit before you finally align it to your entrance and let yourself sink down on him slowly .

so agonizingly slow sunghoon genuinely feels like he's about to go insane . he uselessly pulls at his restraints , the urge to hold you , grab your hips and pull you down onto his cock all at once almost unbearable as he feels you take him centimeter by centimeter , clenching around him .

you hold back your own moans , trying so hard to mantain the dominant role you've taken up , despite how feeling so full , so close to sunghoon is enough to reduce your brain to mush .

'sunghoon' you call out , bracing yourself on his toned stomach so you can lift yourself up just to immediately slam down – it's too fast , and slightly painful , but you need it , immediately missing the fullness when you raise your hips .

'what is it, baby?' there it is . that tone , the condescension that had been barely shining thigh his words earlier , now clear as day even in your fogged up brain .

your frown, grinding your hips as you try to form a coherent thought. 'it's...' you don't manage to finish the sentence, half trailing off , half interrupted by sunghoon bucking his hips up to distract you . this motherfucker .

sunghoon is now shooting you a smug smile , a raised eyebrow as if he's challenging you . he looks back at the handcuffs for a moment. 'whenever you want, baby.' he reminds you , voice softer .

you decide that fuck it , you can't take it anymore. fuck being in charge, fuck your pride and fuck sunghoon – literally and figuratively.

it's not long before you have freed sunghoon from his restraints , leaving sweet , delicate kisses on the marks that have formed on his wrists before his hands find your hips , moving them for you as he holds you close to his chest , his mouth busy licking and kissing along your neck to muffle his moans as he finally gets to fuck you properly.

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starkeymeow · 3 months ago

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fetish for my love.

plot ── at a party, you dance like you don’t care and rafe watches like he always does, until some drunk idiot makes a move, and rafe reminds everyone, especially you, that complicated or not, you’re his.

authors note ── i love relationships that r literally the most toxic yet healthiest 😞 yes this is bc im on season 3 of shameless. i love ian n mickey. ALSO i need to start those hunger games series asap for rafe too pls im having sm ideas

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IT’S ALWAYS BEEN COMPLICATED WITH RAFE. never clean, never soft, never easy. you tell yourself you’re ready for him, whatever that even means. ready for the way he kisses you like he owns you, talks to you like he hates how much he needs you. ready for the bruises on your neck that he never apologizes for, only stares at the next morning with a smirk that says he’s proud.

you’re not stupid. you know you and rafe aren’t just hooking up. he doesn’t let you breathe near another guy. he drags you onto his lap at parties like you’re some kind of trophy, like he’s staking claim. he doesn’t share, never has.

but he also doesn’t commit. not really. not out loud.

he’s frustrating. impossibly stubborn. confusing to the point of insanity. but god, he’s hot.

and that’s why you’re here, pressed under the weight of his arm at some random party on figure 8. you’re not even sure who it belongs to. you don’t care. sarah’s here, so are topper and kelce. they’ve got drinks in their hands and sun on their cheeks, laughing about something you stopped listening to ten minutes ago.

you feel rafe’s touch through your shirt, the possessiveness of his arm draped around your shoulders, fingers tracing a pattern against your collarbone like muscle memory. like he’s done this a thousand times before.

and you barely notice her at first, a touron. she’s pretty in a try-hard way. long legs, glossy lips, that annoying baby voice that makes your skin crawl. she floats into your circle like she belongs, all sugar-sweet smiles and fake tan confidence.

she says something to rafe you can’t hear over the music. gets on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. you watch him lean down, lips twitching. he smiles.

it’s not the smile he gives you.

sarah shifts beside you. you can feel her glance, like she’s waiting to see how you’ll react. like she knows this is about to get ugly. and then rafe says, “yeah.”

just one fucking word, casual and cold, and then he’s gone.

his arm slips off your shoulder like you were never there to begin with, and he follows that girl through the crowd, disappearing without even looking back.

your stomach turns. heat flashes behind your eyes. you blink, trying not to show it, not to feel it.

you stare at the empty space beside you and shake your head, forcing a laugh that’s more bitter than amused. “asshole,” you mutter, just loud enough for sarah to hear.

she doesn’t say anything. she doesn’t have to. you’re already reaching for another drink because if rafe’s gonna play this game again, fine. you know how to play dirty too.

eventually it’s later into the day, the party’s still going. music’s still thumping through the backyard, louder than necessary, but no one’s complaining. not when the drinks keep flowing and the energy stays wild.

you’re on a table with sarah, both of you swaying to the beat like you don’t give a single shit who’s watching. because you don’t. maybe you’ve had a little too much. maybe your vision’s a little fuzzy at the edges, but you feel good.

you throw your head back and laugh when sarah spins in a lazy circle, her drink sloshing dangerously close to spilling. your hips move with the rhythm, arms lifted in the air, and the crowd keeps moving around you like waves crashing, shifting, never stopping.

some guys cheer. others whistle. a group near the pool is definitely yelling something stupid, but it’s all background noise.

you’re paying attention to sarah, and only sarah. you don’t notice him watching, but rafe sees everything.

he’s leaning back on something. maybe a wall, maybe a post, who the fuck knows, but his eyes are locked on you like you’re the only thing in the frame.

it’s always like this with you. he can never look away for long. can never relax when there’s any guy near you, not when he knows exactly what they’re thinking. because he thinks it too.

you’re beautiful. obnoxiously beautiful. and the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you don’t even notice how every man in a 20-foot radius is staring like they’ve never seen a woman before? it drives him insane.

so when he catches the guy near your table—some sloppy, wasted kook fumbling with his wallet—rafe already knows what’s about to happen. he straightens up, jaw tight.

the guy’s barely standing, laugh slurred, waving a folded dollar like it’s hilarious. like he’s about to make the joke of the year. and then, he reaches forward, aims that bill right for the waistband of your skirt. and rafe is there.

his hand snaps out, grabbing the guy’s wrist with a force that makes the idiot yelp, “fuck, dude—”

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” rafe snaps.

the guy’s face crumples in confusion. “chill, bro. i was just . . . what’s wrong with you—?”

rafe snatches the bill from his hand like it offends him, shoves the guy back with his free arm, chest puffed and rage practically humming under his skin. “you got a death wish or you just fuckin’ stupid?”

the guy stumbles, trying to laugh it off, but his smile cracks when rafe steps forward again. no one steps in. no one ever does when rafe’s like this.

he doesn’t even need to throw a punch. just that look, cold, pissed, ready to ruin someone, sends the guy scrambling backwards, mumbling something and disappearing into the crowd. and then it’s just him and you again.

you’re still dancing, not even realizing what just happened behind you. rafe lets his eyes drift down your legs, over the way your skirt clings to your hips, up the curve of your waist.

he steps forward and reaches up, brushing the side of your thigh. you glance down.

his hands find your waist, firm and familiar, lifting you down from the table like it’s nothing. like he needs you back on the ground where he can reach you.

“what are you—” you start, the words half a laugh, breathless and confused.

but rafe doesn’t answer. he holds up the crumpled hundred dollar bill. doesn’t say a word. just tucks it gently, deliberately, behind the strap of your bra, fingers brushing your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

your mouth opens in surprise, brows lifting like really?

but he’s already leaning in, taking your chin between his fingers. his lips crash into yours without warning, rough, fast, like he’s been holding it back all day and finally stopped pretending.

and then he pulls away just enough to wrap his arm around your shoulders, dragging you flush against his side.

you don’t know what just happened. you don’t know what any of this means. but you’re smiling. because rafe don’t play about his girl!! and tonight, every night, that’s exactly what you are.

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heelvng · 3 months ago

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EXTRA CREDIT, EXTRA FEELINGS— JAY

┊ academic rivals to lovers · fake dating · fluff with tension

“you didn’t have to defend me in there,” “i wasn’t defending you. i was defending us.”

synopsis

you and jay have been academic rivals since freshman year—always one-upping each other, always toe-to-toe in class debates. but when your psychology professor assigns a semester-long project on relationship dynamics… and pairs you together?

you’re forced to fake date. for extra credit.

you both hate it. until you don’t.

pairing ⟶ jay x female!!reader

genre ⟶ academic rivals au, fake dating, slow burn, fluff w/ tension

word count ⟶ 4.9k

💌 heelvng note : though this took me forever to finish (bc im the biggest procrastinator in the world), my heart is so fuzzy and warm every time i read this. may your heart be just as warm and fuzzy like mines, happy reading everyone !!

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you started to think professor park had it out for you. there was no way, no actual way, you were going to survive a whole semester of this.

it had been one week since the project started, and already, jay was getting on your last nerve.

“you walk so damn slow,” jay grumbled as he walked beside you down the quad, hands stuffed in his pockets.

you shot him a glare. “then walk ahead of me. no one’s forcing you to stay by my side.”

“oh, but they are, sweetheart,” he smirked.“professors orders. we have to act like a couple, remember? it be weird if I just left you behind.”

you scoffed. “the only weird thing here is you calling me sweetheart. never do it again.”

jay let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “you’re so fun to bother. this is going to be great.”

“you mean miserable,” you corrected, rolling your eyes.

“Same thing.”

the two of you had to meet up at least three times a week—in public—to convince people you were “dating.” professor park insisted that this wasn’t just a private assignment; your classmates needed to see the relationship progress over time. which meant you had to be seen together, talking, walking, eating—hell, you even had to sit next to each other in lectures now.

“okay, let’s get this over with,” you growled as you reached the campus café.

jay raised an eyebrow. “you say that like I’m not the best fake boyfriend you could’ve gotten.”

You gave him a pointed look. “I would rather date a lizard.”

he put a hand over his chest, mock-offended. “damn. you really know how to flatter a guy, yeah?”

you ignored him, pushing the café door open. as expected, the place was packed with students grabbing their usual coffee fix. you spotted beomgyu in the corner, already watching you with an amused grin. he was way too entertained by all of this.

jay noticed too. “your little fan club is watching,” he murmured. “time to sell it, babe.”

you froze. “enough with the pet names. my stomach can’t handle you saying it.”

“but babe.” his smirk deepened. “gotta make it convincing, right?”

you clenched your jaw so hard it hurt. but before you could curse him out, he did something worse—he threw an arm over your shoulders.

your entire body stiffened. “get. off..”

“nah,” he said casually, steering you toward the counter. “couples don’t stand a foot apart like they hate each other. relax.”

you wanted to strangle him but your peers were m watching, along with a handful of other classmates who had heard about the project.

if you shoved jay off you now, it’d look suspicious.

instead, you plastered on the fakest, most sickeningly sweet smile you could manage and turned to him.

“jay?”

“hm?”

you grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his skin as you pried his arm off your shoulders, he lets out a small yelp from your sharp nails digging into his flesh.

then, you leaned in just enough to keep up appearances—your voice dripping with venom.

“if you touch me again, i will make sure you don’t live to see the end of this semester.”

jay, the absolute menace that he was, just grinned. “damn. threats already? we’ve only been fake-dating for a week, babe.”

you smiled even wider, “it feels like forever!” you sarcastically exclaimed, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the cafe food.

jay only chuckled, stepping forward to place his order. you could already tell—this project was going to be the death of you.

–

you’re now six weeks into the project and things couldn’t have gotten any worse. he had to dorm with you—and goodness, does he know how to ruin your space.

it was five minutes past seven and you were doing your skincare while he was in the shower. you had on your avocado mask and a fluffy headband holding back your hair.

the shower water shut off, and you paid no mind to a half-naked jay stepping out. it didn’t even cross your mind what it would feel like to drag your finger down his abs. you suppressed those thoughts. they’d only get in the way of the assignment.

“that coconut vanilla shampoo does wonders,” he said, rubbing a towel through his jet black hair.

you shot up immediately. “you used my shampoo?!” your blood was practically boiling.

“yeah? i didn’t take a lot,” he said, motioning to his hair. “i don’t have that much, babe.”

you groaned, falling back against your pillow.

jay walked over to the microwave, where his ramen—well, your ramen now—was supposed to be waiting. he opened the door to find it empty, only the faint scent of broth lingering.

“did you eat my ramen?” he asked, eyes locking on you instantly. a small smirk curled on your lips.

“that was my last ramen!” he dragged out, sighing like the world was ending.

“then you should’ve labeled it, genius.”

“why can’t this assignment just be easy? why do you make it harder than it should be?”

“because i don’t like you, jay. simple as that.”

he went quiet for a beat.

“why don’t you like me? i haven’t done anything wrong to you except be an academic rival. during this whole assignment, i’ve treated you with nothing but care. and i’ve even let you treat me horribly.”

you stared at him. his face full of emotion—serious in a way you weren’t used to. you couldn’t handle it.

your phone vibrated, reminding you to take off your mask. you took that as your escape, walking briskly to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving jay standing there, confused and alone.

—

a few hours later, jay was strumming his guitar softly. the tune was… calming.

it made your shoulders relax without permission, and you hated that. you turned to face the wall, pretending to scroll through your phone.

he started humming to the melody, and as good as it sounded, it somehow irritated you more.

“can you not play the guitar like you’re in a movie? some of us are trying to ignore our feelings.”

he chuckled under his breath. “you’re the one who ran away, not me.”

“i didn’t run. i just needed a second,” you said, still turned away, your eyes tracing the cracks in the wall like they could give you the words.

“okay. so… what’s really going on?” he set the guitar down and sat up, giving you his full attention.

the room fell silent. the heavy kind. the kind that filled your ears until your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear.

“i always thought you were better than me,” you said finally, your voice low. “you make it look easy. you never have to try. you walk into a room and people pay attention. professors love you. you get everything right—without even breaking a sweat.”

jay looked confused. “is that what you think?”

you turned over to face him. your chest tightened.

“i’ve been killing myself trying to measure up in every class. and then you show up—perfect, smug, smart—and suddenly none of it matters. i feel like i can’t succeed when you’re around.”

his eyes dimmed. like you’d knocked the light right out of him.

“i never meant to make you feel like that,” he said quietly, his thumbs fidgeting in his lap.

you didn’t know how to respond. it wasn’t like jay to be so serious, so in tune. and now that he wasn’t hiding behind his usual grin, you didn’t know where to look.

neither of you spoke after that.

but the silence didn’t feel tight anymore.

it felt softer. like something heavy had finally been placed on the table—and for once,

neither of you were rushing to pick it back up.

you stayed like that, facing each other in the low light.

and maybe that was enough.for now.

—

it’s been nine weeks into the assignment, and after that big confession in the form, you and jay suddenly got closer. the kind of close where people couldn’t tell if the relationship was real or not. the kind of close where even you couldn’t tell if it was real or fake.

“professor park wants to see us—evaluate us super quickly,” you told jay, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you sat outside, watching the campus.

“when?” he asked, his hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

“in the next five minutes. we better get going since we’re a little far from his office.”

you and jay walked into professor park’s office a little out of breath. you were adjusting your sweater as you both took a seat in front of his desk.

professor park looked up, smiling slightly.

“you two have gotten… comfortable.”

you and jay glanced at each other. honestly, he wasn’t wrong. but neither of you said anything—because what was there to say? it had gotten comfortable.

then he leaned back in his chair and added, “there’ve been a few murmurs about your relationship. some of your peers think you’re playing it up too much… that it looks unrealistic.”

your chest tightened. that familiar self-doubt crept back in, sharp and sudden.

“is it unrealistic to care about someone?”

the room stilled.

jay didn’t look at you. his gaze was fixed on professor park, voice calm but firm. “i don’t care what they think. they’re outsiders. we’ve done everything you asked us to—but this? this isn’t just for a grade anymore.”

you glanced at jay from the side, your heart uncertain of what to do in this moment.

professor park studied the two of you—your words, your body language, your silence—before picking up his clipboard and jotting something down.

“you’re dismissed,” he said, still writing.

after you left the office, you were too stunned to speak. jay didn’t say anything either, not until you both stopped just outside the door.

he finally turned to you. “i meant that, by the way.”

“which part?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“all of it. every last word.”

you let that settle between you. it wasn’t a full confession, but it felt like one. and the scariest part? you didn’t want to run from it.

instead, you said, “you didn’t have to defend me in there.”

“i wasn’t defending you,” jay said, and for a moment your heart dropped—until he added, “i was defending us.”

you stared at him. he stared back. and for the first time since the assignment started, the space between the lines began to fill with something true.

—

the walk back to the dorms was silent, but comfortable. it felt spacious, like there was more to say, but the moment wasn’t asking for it yet.

you and jay didn’t speak—just walked side by side. your fingers brushed once, then again. the third time, he took your hand in his without a word.

it felt easy. it shouldn’t. but it did.

the campus was softer now, less crowded, and the sky was a dusty blue—the kind of blue that suggests something’s about to happen, especially with the breeze picking up.

jay didn’t let go of your hand.

and neither did you.

when you reached the dorm, you both stopped—like stepping inside would shatter whatever this moment was.

“you sure about earlier?” you asked, not looking at him.

“completely.”

you nodded once. barely.

you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. you didn’t look up—until you did.

and when your eyes finally met, the tension returned. it was quiet. full. almost too much. your body moved before your thoughts could catch up. you leaned in, slow—giving him time to move away if he wanted to.

he didn’t.

your lips brushed against his once—hesitant, questioning. and then again, more certain.

it wasn’t a grand kiss. not rushed or greedy. just soft. slow. like a quiet truth exchanged between mouths instead of words.

his hands moved without thinking—one gently at your waist, pulling you in just enough. your hand curled in the fabric of his hoodie, the other resting on his chest where his heartbeat stuttered under your palm.

jay didn’t push. he didn’t exaggerate the moment. he just kissed you like he meant it. like he’d been waiting for this moment to mean something.

when you finally pulled back, it was barely an inch. eyes still locked. the wind moved around you both—a gentle reminder: this just happened.

his forehead rested against yours. noses brushed.

“was that okay?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded. “yes.”

and it was more than okay. it was real. terrifyingly real.

you stayed like that for a moment—hands tangled, hearts too loud. then, quietly, jay opened the door.

but this time, when you stepped inside, it didn’t feel like something was ending.

it felt like something had just begun.

—

it’s been thirteen weeks in the assignment and tomorrow is the exam and you’re currently doing math work from your other professor. your brain is fried from the numbers and letters clashing together on paper and it’s bothering you.

you want to call jay over to help you but every time you think about asking for help you feel less highly capable of doing things by yourself and it takes you back to where you’re confessing your feelings to him.

jay sensed your frustration and creeped over to your side of the room.

“need help?” he offers, his hand resting on your bed frame.

you needed the help but you knew you were highly capable of doing the work. “no jay, i’m fine. thanks,”

jay’s face softened. “don’t shut me out like that, let me help you.”

your pencil stilled. you could hear the sincerity in his voice, quiet and steady.

you stared down at the numbers again, blurry and jumbled on the page like as if they were laughing at you.

“i just—“ your voice cracked. you swallowed hard. “i hate the feeling like i can’t do it when i know i’m capable. i know it’s stupid… but when i ask for help it feels like i’m failing.”

jay didn’t say anything to you. instead he crouched, eye level now.

“asking for help isn’t failure,” he said softly. “you’re one of the most capable people i know. seriously. you don’t have to prove that to anyone, not even me.”

you looked at him surprised by the earnestness in his voice.

“but i always feel like i do,” you admitted. “like if i’m not the best than what am i? and when i see you—it’s like everything just comes easy to you. i feel like i’m constantly catching up.”

jays eyes didn’t move from yours. “you’re not behind me. you’ve never been behind me.”

you blinked, a lump in your throat formed and your eyes daring to spill tears. you hated crying over your own flaws.

“then why does it feel like i’ve been running this whole time?”

jay reached out, taking your pencil from in between your fingers and placing it aside. then he took your hands in his.

“maybe you’ve been running,” he said, “but not because of me. maybe you’ve been running because nobody told you that it’s okay to rest. breathe. and ask for help,”

your hands stiffened in his.

“you don’t have to prove yourself to me,” he continued, voice lower than a whisper now. “you already got my respect. and more.”

you eyes widened.

“more?” you echoed.

he gave a faint, bashful smile. “yeah, more. i think somewhere between all the pretending , it stopped being pretend to me.”

your heart skipped a beat. you knew. you’d known. but hearing it? it shifted somewhere deep in your heart.

“me too.” you said quietly, “i stopped pretending weeks ago.”

the silence that followed was light and comforting.

“so,” he murmured brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “can i help you with the math now?”

you let out a light laugh. “only if you promise not to correct me too smugly,”

he grinned. “deal!”

—

the next day arrived faster than you wanted it to. despite the emotional gravity of the night before, there no time left to process it. not when professor park scheduled your evaluation in-front of the entire class.

you stood outside the lecture hall with jay by your side, heart thudding loudly in your chest. the door was already open. students were chiming in, curious and excited. this was the finale part of the experiment: a verbal demonstration of what the couple had learned.

no scripts. no notes. just honesty.

jay nudged you with his shoulder. “ready?”

you have a small shake to your head. “no. you?”

“not even a little,”

but his smile was reassuring.

when your names were called, the two of you stopped in-front of the door together. your classmates started whispering and you weren’t sure if they were waiting for drama or a love confession or perhaps both.

professor park folded his hands. “you’ve completed thirteen weeks of this

project. today, we ask one simple thing. what have you leaned about each other.”

the room was silent.

jay looked at you, then turned to the class.

“i’ll go first,” he said.

your heart clenched.

“when i started this, i though i’d just annoy her for a few weeks, play the part, and get it over with. but something changed,” his voice was calm but full. “i started paying attention. to how she always pushes herself harder than anyone else. to how she doesn’t ask for help, not because she’s proud, but because she’s afraid of being less than perfect. to how she shows up, again and again, even when she’s tired, even when she’s overwhelmed.”

he paused.

“she’s the smartest person i’ve ever met. not just academically but emotionally. she feels everything deeply and on another level, even when she’s tries to hide it. and along the way i stop pretending to care about her.”

jay looked at you—then really looked at you.

“because i do. i care about her. a lot.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat saving that for another time before you faced the class.

“i hated him.” you said bluntly, earning a few laughs. “he walked into every class with this stupid snarky smirk on his face and an even more perfect gpa, and i thought he was everything i didn’t want.”

you glanced at him, eyes softening.

“but then he started helping me. not just with school, but myself. he made me realize that it’s okay to ask for extra assistance and that it doesn’t make me weaker. he never made me feel small, even when i was spiraling. he just stayed. patient. steady.”

your voice lowered

“somewhere between the fake dates and late night studying, i started looking forward to everything—just because he’d be there.”

jay’s gaze flickers to yours, full of

something warm and bright.

professor park took a few scribbles on that same clipboard , but the room

stayed silent. almost breathless.

“thank you,” he said at last. “you’ve both exceeded expectations.”

the class broke into applause. a few people even whistled. but all you heard was the sound of jay’s breathing next to you. steady. grounding.

—

later that night you find yourselves back where it all started—the quad, now quiet under the golden wash of the campus.

jay had his hands in his pockets, walking slowly beside you.

“so,” he said eventually, “assignments over.”

you nodded. “guess we can stop fake dating now,”

“yeah we could,”

you turned to look at him. “unless…”

he stopped walking and you did too.

jay pulled his hands from out his pocket, stepping infront of you. “unless we don’t stop.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“i meant what i said in-front of everyone,” he continued, voice low. “i meant every word last night too. and i don’t want this to be pretend anymore.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“so,” he said pulling something from

behind his back—a single sheet of paper.

your heart sank. “what is that?”

he grinned. “your last fake dating report.”

you opened it and read:

final evaluation : y/n is officially the person i want to stop pretending with. if she’ll let me, i want to keep dating her—no project, no professor. just me and her. will you be my girlfriend?”

you looked up, blinking fast. “you wrote this?”

“yeah…just didn’t want professor park took a grade it.”

your laugh broke through the lump in your throat.

“so,” he asked stepping closer. “will you?”

you didn’t hesitate. “yes. yes i will be your girlfriend jay.”

jay smiled so big it felt like this whole semester had been worth it for this moment alone. he leaned in, and you met him halfway—this time, with no tension lingering, no blurry lines.

just a kiss that felt like the beginning.

and it was.

—

#enhypen #enhypen jay #jay x reader #enha fluff #enhypen fic #academic rivals #fake dating #slow burn #enemies to lovers #fake dating au #college au #jay enha #enhypen fic recs #heelvng

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kxsagi · 4 months ago

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Rin, with a nice and cute girlfriend would be so funny tho

Rin usually wears monotonous clothes right? Like he never wears anything colorful, and they're mostly black, grey, white or a little bit of turquoise but tHAT'S BESIDES THE POINT

Then all of a sudden he comes to practice with cute keychains on his bag, a matching one with his girlfriend or even finds him with bow hair clips on his hair that pushes his bangs off his face since she said “it covers his handsome face."

And they meet her and they're so surprised that she's the total opposite of Rin, she's nice and cheerful, always smiling unlike her boyfriend who looks at everyone like they had committed a crime against him (that being them breathing in the same air as him)

Asking her why she's dating Rin then she just simply answered, "Oh, he's nice and sweet to me. He's such a good boyfriend honestly!" then they'd be like nICE, WHICH PART? WHEN AND HOW?

i should be reviewing for my upcoming exam this week and here i am thinking about blue lock boys, i have problems.

— 🪻

“𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞”

a/n: you're so real for thinking about blue lock boys instead of your studies bc that's also me i fear

but good luck on your exam! for working so hard in school, i hope i can make your day better and life a little less stressful! ❣️

rin was never one for color.

if his clothes had a soul, they'd be a monochrome masterpiece: black shirts, grey pants, white sneakers, maybe a touch of turquoise if he was feeling wild. but that was beside the point. everyone knew him for his quiet demeanor, his "resting bitch face," as his teammates liked to call it, and his constant air of "everyone is suspicious until proven otherwise."

then one fateful day, rin showed up to practice different. his usual bag was still there, of course, but now it had little keychains hanging from it – three, to be exact. one was a tiny panda, another a glittery star, and the third was a matching keychain, his rocket keychain, paired with one you, his girlfriend, gave him. and wait, was that a hair clip in his hair? a bow clip? what the heck was going on?

his teammates blinked at him, and some even choked on their water. "rin?" chigiri asked, eyes squinting. "what's... what's happening with your bag? and your hair?"

rin tugged at the clip awkwardly, looking a bit out of his depth. "uh, it's nothing." but you had told him he needed to wear it. "it covers your handsome face," you'd said. so of course he did. for you.

a couple of minutes later, everyone was gathered around in the locker room, and there you were – his girlfriend. if rin was the human embodiment of a cloud on a bad day, you were a sunshine explosion. bright, cheerful, always smiling, like you'd just woken up and realized it was your birthday every day. they stared at you, completely stunned.

“wait, this is your girlfriend?” reo asked, unable to hide the shock.

rin rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, stop staring.”

you just giggled. “he's always so serious, huh? but i love him! he's the best, nicest boyfriend ever!"

they all exchanged confused looks. "nice? nice?" bachira gasped. "which part? when? how??"

"oh, you know," you waved them off like it was no big deal. "he’s sweet, he buys me flowers. and he listens when i talk about my day. he’s a total softie."

his teammates froze, trying to process this. rin? a softie? the same rin who scowled at the vending machine for taking his last dollar?

“he’s nice when he wants to be,” you added, smiling at him.

rin was already blushing, awkwardly fiddling with his shirt as if it could swallow him whole. "okay, enough," he muttered, crossing his arms.

“come on, rin! you can’t fool them,” you teased, giving him a light nudge. “you always pick the perfect movie for our movie nights. remember the time you watched that cheesy rom-com just to make me laugh?"

rin groaned. "it was for you."

they all stared at him like he’d just announced he was secretly a superhero. a superhero.

“okay, okay,” isagi said slowly, “we get it. you’re, like, a secret softie. the world is full of surprises.”

rin sighed and adjusted his bow clip, silently questioning all his life choices. he swore if anyone took a picture, he was going to have a meltdown. but deep down, he couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at his lips.

you had a way of making the world seem a little less grey.

#oh how i love this trope #grumpy x sunshine #rin #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin blue lock #rin itoshi blue lock #itoshi rin blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader

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madamechrissy · 11 months ago

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Two for One

ఌ Pairings ఌ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto

ఌ Warnings ఌ MDNI- Cunnilingus, blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, anal sex (fem receiving) creampie, double penetration etcc, SatoxSugu kiss bc of COURSE but mostly play with reader

ఌ Word Count ఌ 4.6k

ఌ Summary ఌ Your bosses, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto want to make sure you feel appreciated, so they decide to help you unwind with... well, their dicks

“I really hope I’m doing okay.” You murmur nervously, as Satoru Gojo leans over you to see the work you’ve done on the computer, you inhale his scent, so fresh and clean, yet masculine. His silvery white locks are falling just so over his forehead, the line of his jaw tensing just a bit, before turning to you, smiling.

Satoru’s smile was so fucking gorgeous, but his eyes… this endless pool of baby blue that sparkled like stars. It was physically painful to even look at them at times, you had been working closely with him for months now, but they always got you a bit, if you had to admit it.

“It’s perfect, of course. You worry too much.” He gently places a hand on your shoulder, and you exhale, smiling, crossing your legs in your business dress.

“Thank you, Mr. Gojo. That means so much.”

“You’re very welcome. Hey, Suguru, come look.” Suguru Geto comes then, handsome, tall and dark, the yin to Gojo’s yang surely. His long silky locks were half tied up, and his seductive chocolate eyes met yours, smiling just so.

“What am I looking at, besides this gorgeous girl.” You flush bright red, peering around, but everyone had left the office for the day at this point, the final people filing out of it.

“Well, duh, of course she’s gorgeous.” Satoru Gojo plays with your hair, until he unclasps the little clip. You inhale a bit at it, as his fingers brush through your hair, letting it fall loosely over your shoulders. “Even prettier now, hmm?”

“Even prettier.” Suguru Geto murmurs, and then the two men, your bosses, are surrounding you, Gojo leaned on your seat, Suguru sitting on your desk, he simply smiles at you as Satoru leans in closer.

“I am so happy to be here, really. It’s such a big opportunity.” You murmur, looking down at your lap, heat embarrassingly growing between your thighs as you shift in your chair. “I was worried that I wasn’t catching on quick enough.”

“Nonsense. You're doing great. Better than most." Gojo said, as he looked at Geto. "Don't you agree?"

Geto nodded. "Definitely. You have a good head on your shoulders, not just a pretty face.” He gently brushes his fingertips along your jaw line, and you gasp a bit at the situation, at the touch.

"How about we hang out a bit and relax before we go home? It will help you unwind a bit.” Gojo suggests, brushing your hair back behind an ear. His touch electrified you, and your thoughts went awry.

Geto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've been working hard, I think it’s time we treat you a bit."

They lead you to a part of the office you hadn't seen before, a little room directly behind Gojo’s he unlocks it with a key, so casually, as your heart races. It was dimly lit, with a plush velvet couch that looked like it belonged in a cozy living room, and the room was lit with red LEDs, casting a glow more like some strip club.

You took a seat, feeling the soft cushions give way beneath you, and Gojo sat to your left, and Geto to your right, their long legs touching you on either side. You flush as their thighs brush against yours, as they casually lean back, arms touching behind your head. It's a little overwhelming. They were both so confident and gorgeous, and such powerful men… you feel tiny.

“You know… we have been wanting to do something special for you." Gojo said, his voice low and seductive, hand gently brushing your thigh now. You tense a bit, breathless, looking at the long elegant fingers on your bare leg.

Geto leaned in closer now too. "We noticed how hard you've been working for us, love, and we thought you could use some... relief. What do you think?” His hand is on your other thigh, big hand with strong fingers, each man has huge hands, but they’re so different, Gojo’s soft and Geto’s were calloused. They brush up and down simultaneously.

Your heart began to race, pounding inside your chest, you didn't know what they had in mind, but the way they were looking and touching you made your cunt start to throb around nothing. You shift nervously, friction on the couch hitting your clit and making you bite your lip.

“You all don't have to do anything special, I'm just glad I'm here.” You say softly, feeling your pulse thrum in your throat, when Gojo tilts your chin up, looking down at you with those beautiful eyes, even in the red light they glowed insanely bright, his full lips parted.

“So me and Sugu really, really like you.” He murmurs, and you flush, he laughs a bit at you. “Aw, you’re shy, that’s cute!”

“I…” You falter, unable to speak, when Geto now takes your chin in his hand, strong and sure grip, his eyes hooded with desire.

“Don’t let Satoru scare you, he’s a little too much.”

“Hey!” Gojo yanks you against him, pouting.

You giggle, breathless, and Geto rubs a thumb across your lower lip, shooting pleasure through your body, hot and aching. “We’ll be honest with you, love, you’re exactly our type.”

“Your type?” You murmur, trembling when Gojo eases your blazer down your arms, leaving you in your dress now, feeling tight against your skin.

“Mmhmm, we like to share, and we are rather picky. And busy. So… we think maybe you might be perfect for us.” Gojo says, and now Suguru’s nuzzling your neck just slightly, inhaling.

“You also smell fucking delicious.” He whispers, you shiver at that, as he kisses softly, making your tummy clench with how badly you want more.

“Th-thank you… but you all are like beautiful?” They laugh, both deep voices vibrating now.

“You’re beautiful. If you like it, how about we make it a regular thing?” Gojo whispers.

“If I like…”

“Us pleasuring you, love.” Geto finishes that thought, you squeak a bit at that, and they laugh at you.

“Maybe I’m dreaming.” You mumble, and Gojo pinches your thigh, you yelp, and he grins, bright white against the red lights of the quiet room.

“You’re single, right?” Gojo asks, so casually, unsnapping some of the buttons of your dress top. You nod. “Perfect. Isn’t she, Suguru?”

“She is indeed.” At the praise you’re bright fucking red, overheating when they have your dress slid off you, leaving you in your bra and panties, which were black lace. Suguru moans softly. “This body…”

“Fucking gorgeous.” Gojo finishes his words, they seem to do that, as if they’re always in sync. You bite your lower lip, tentatively touching their thighs now, strong under your small hands.

“Thank you…” You whisper, they hum approvingly, and then you look to Satoru, into his pretty goddamn eyes, lit with desire and hunger. “Will it change anything?”

“It will just make our days much more fun.” He whispers, raising his brows, smiling deviously. “Now, who will you kiss first?”

Your head arches back as they both caress your body, leaning closer and closer, and you look between them. “I don’t know! You’re both really fucking hot. And you both smell really amazing.”

They laugh, Gojo throwing his head back, Geto more chuckling. “I knew we liked you, Princess.” Geto whispers, leaning close, and you exhale.

“Fuck it.” You lean forward, kissing him softly, you gasp at the sensation, the little shocks on your lips, as his tongue slid in, hot and wet against your lips. You moan softly, reaching for Satoru with your hand, turning to him.

“You picked him first, what a brat!” He pouts, and you laugh, breathless, pulling him to you softly, eyes locking to his lips.

“I couldn’t pick, he was just closer. You’re both too… yeah.” Gojo leans forward more, as Geto continues to rub your thigh, higher and higher, Satoru grabs your hair, smashing his lips against yours, so different than the ease that Geto had. He was sliding his tongue inside your mouth, possessing it, and you moaned into his lips, feeling heady.

“I’ve never…” You trail off, nervous as you pull back, exhaling. “Done something like this.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl, we got you.” Satoru says softly, and turns your face to Suguru now. “Kiss him again, would you?”

You need no urging, you kiss him again, his lips fucking sensual and tantalizing as they dance across yours. Gojo kisses down the side of your neck, biting it, making you hiss a bit at his sharp teeth. He moans, gripping you tight, and Geto eases back, his eyes drinking you in.

“Who’s the better kisser hmm?” Gojo demands, and you flush, shaking your head, crying out when Suguru’s hand cups your breast over the lace of your bra, making your nipple tighten and press into his palm.

“You’re different. But both really fucking good.” You murmur, and Geto smirks at that.

“Don’t lie, Princess, I’m way better.”

“Bull shit Sugu! I’m elite at the shit.”

You burst into laughter, and they glare at you. “Oh shit.”

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you Sugu?”

“She sure does.”

“Fuck…” You moan when their kisses grow more insistent, as their lips start to trail across you, their hands up and down your body. Gojo’s lips found your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin again, making you arch your back.

Geto’s mouth moved to your breasts, taking one out of the cups of the lace, sucking a peak into his mouth and suckling gently as his hand played with the other, making you slick and wet, panties soaked. Gojo’s talented fingers find you over them, and he moans, blue eyes darting up to yours in stark want, you lose yourself in them, in the sensations.

“She’s soaked, Sugu. Feel her.” Satoru takes Suguru’s hand, putting it against the damp fabric, you cry out at the difference of Suguru’s big hand pressing against your clit.

“Ah! Ohmygod…” You whimper, and Suguru id now looking up at you, with that calm gaze, hidden with lust, his glossy lips parted, as he rubs little circles on your aching clit, pushing you over the edge.

“She’s drenched.” He whispers, then goes to slide his fingertip under your panties, finding your clit with his middle finger, swirling against it, making you scream out, arching your back up off the couch. “Let me taste you.”

He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking your wetness off, and your mouth drops open, the sexiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen. Satoru takes his fingers, rubbing them along your slit, slippery with want already, and you look to him, as he slides a finger inside you, filling you. You’re panting, your body aching for more, as he slides his finger in his mouth now.

“You taste so fucking good.” Gojo murmurs, kissing you again, and Suguru’s hand is back between your thighs, playing with your clit again, you press your cunt against his touch as your hands run through Gojo’s silky hair.

“I need more of you, Princess.” Comes Geto’s voice, and before you know it, he’s kneeling between your thighs, sliding your panties down.

“Oh! I… oh…” Your nerves hit hard, but Gojo kisses you again, peering down at Geto, who’s gripping your thighs now.

“Princess, you’re making a mess already.” Suguru says, yanking your hips toward him, Gojo laughs a bit, sliding off your bra now with ease as Geto strokes your cunt again.

“We’ve barely gotten started, baby girl. Can you handle us?” Gojo asks, you exhale, nodding. “What a good girl.”

Suguru’s head buries between your thighs, and your cunt gushes with just one flick of his tongue, so sensitive you can’t handle it, your hips buck up. Gojo laughs, softly, as Geto continues lavishing you with his tongue. Gojo takes your breast into his mouth, lavishing your nipples, each getting their own attention, while Suguru slides his tongue in you.

“Ah! Geto! Gojo!” They laugh at you, Suguru’s breath hot on your clit, looking up at you mischieviously as he slides a thick finger in you, long, filling you. You gasp, your cunt is already pulsing around it.

“Call us Satoru and Suguru.” Suguru whispers. “At least while we’re playing with your tight little cunt.” He tilts his finger up, and you’re blinded, seeing black spots and little sparkles.

“Suguru…” You whisper, he moans then, diving back in, face buried as he eats you up, licking all your wetness. Gojo’s yanked your hair, wrapping it around his fist, making you look into those eyes.

“I want to watch you cum, pretty girl. Keep your eyes open. Got it?” You nod, eagerly.

“Yes, Satoru. Ah! Fuck. Mnh…” Suguru is working his fingers and mouth on you now, and Gojo is watching your every expression like a hawk. One of your hands go to grip Suguru’s soft hair, as the other clutches Satoru’s chest, hips wriggling with Suguru begins to moan against you.

“That’s it, pretty, fall apart.” He whispers, full lips parted, watching every expression you had intently, just holding you there, flicking a fingertip on your nipple, as Suguru sucks on your little clit.

“Ah! Fuck, fuck… cumming…mnh!” You feel everything wash over you, as he hits that spot in you, as his tongue flicks faster, faster, you scream out your pleasure, cumming in hot spurts all over Geto’s pretty face.

“That’s it, pretty, good girl.” Gojo kisses you now, drinking in the last of your cries, you’re fucking twitching, and now Geto yanks your face to him, leaning over you, kissing you deeply. You moan into his mouth, clutching both of their jackets, as Gojo’s now rhythmically fingering you.

“Get on your hands and knees, Princess.” Suguru whispers, you eagerly comply, with shaky hands and legs, and they’re undressing, you salivate as you look at their bodies.

Suguru is tanned and muscular, tattoos running down his ribs, broad shouldered and chiseled. Gojo is a little slimmer, but every bit as cut if not more, pale skin glistening, and both of their… fuck. Their cocks are huge, bigger than anything you’ve seen, the same length, Suguru is just a little thicker. They’re both so gorgeous you feel your cunt pulsing again, and you whine.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Suguru murmurs, kneeling in front of you, as Gojo slides behind you.

“It’s my turn to eat you, baby girl.” Satoru murmurs, and you gasp when you feel his breath on your cunt, each hand gripping your ass cheek.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, Princess?” Suguru murmurs, and you open your mouth.

“Your cock in my mouth. Mmn… Fuck, Satoru.” He’s humming on your clit, and you’re gushing. Suguru gently cups your face in his big hands, tilting your chin up.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Princess.” He slides his cock into your open mouth, and you begin sucking on him, fitting your mouth around his thick length, as Gojo’s fucking you with his fingers, smacking your ass then.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Gojo whispers, arching those insane long fingers up, and Suguru gently pulls your hair, hips snapping into your mouth. “Do you want this cock inside you, baby?”

You moan, nodding on Suguru’s cock. He eases back, swiping a finger down your lips, coated in saliva and precum. “Yes, please, Satoru.” You peer back at him, and his eyes are so bright they’re hard to look at.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she Sugu?” He murmurs, and grabs your hips, sliding his cock against you, between your lips, against the puffy, overstimulated clit, making you cum again, shaking.

“She’s very good, Satoru.” He muses softly, opening your mouth back up, you lick the leaking tip of him, tasting him, salty but sweet. He groans, handsome face tense, as Satoru shoves his cock in you, deep.

You fucking scream.

“Ah! Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your hips buck, and Satoru pauses, rubbing his hands down your waist, down your hips, massaging you everywhere.

“You okay Princess?” Suguru asks softly, and Gojo reaches around, bending over you a bit, finding your clit.

“Ease up, baby girl. You’re too fucking tight.” He’s groaning, rubbing in little circles, making you wetter as he slides out and in.

“You don’t eat pussy as good as me, Satoru.” Suguru chides him, and you laugh, breathless, before moaning, soaking Gojo’s big cock, that’s stretching you beyond your fucking means.

“Yes I do, she's stupid tight. Focus on this clit, baby.” He murmurs, rubbing faster, and you exhale, loosening up as much as you can, as he’s pressed against your fucking cervix, something you’d not felt. It’s so intense you scream, around Suguru’s cock, sucking, crying as you do.

“You’re such a good little toy for us.” Suguru murmurs, lovingly almost, caressing your face now, your eyes lock onto his as you suck. “You’re doing so good.”

“Mmm…” You manage to moan, eyes shutting as Gojo hits so deep, fingering your clit, you start to feel yourself rise, higher and higher.

“That’s it, baby girl. Want us to fuck you like our doll?” Gojo murmurs, you helplessly nod, and then Gojo is fucking into you, as Suguru fucks your mouth, in some insanely perfect fucking rythm.

You’re cumming on Gojo’s cock, moaning around Suguru’s cock, Gojo’s hands have your hips, Suguru’s delicately hold your face, as they fuck you, in sync, and you’re trembling, gushing all over Satoru’s length. He groans, fucking slower now, pressing up just so, hitting your cervix in such a way you physically couldn’t handle, screaming as you are cumming again.

“You feel so fucking good, cumming around this cock, little doll.” Gojo murmurs, gripping you so tight as he presses fully in, too deep.

“I think it’s my turn, Princess.” Suguru says softly, easing his cock out, your suction makes a loud pop. You’re covered in your own drool, nodding mindlessly, as they switch.

Now Gojo’s long cock is in your mouth, you revel and how good it tastes, as he holds your hair tight, and Suguru is sliding into your wet, ready cunt. You feel so full, so stretched, so utterly consumed by it, he’s thicker in you, even harder to handle, but he takes his time, easing you into it.

“Fuck she does feel good.” Suguru moans, smacking your ass gently, and Gojo hisses as you wrap your tongue around him.

“And her mouth feels so good.” Gojo groans out, blue eyes boring into you, as you taste your cum on his cock. “Taste how good you are?”

“Mnh…” You moan around him, and Satoru holds your face now.

“Relax that tight throat.” He orders, you do as he bids, as Suguru slides back in you, hitting you so hard you’re about to cum again.

“Relax this little cunt too. Fuck, she’s too tight.” Suguru groans out, gripping your waist tight, fingers digging into your ribs. You’re trembling, overwhelmed by these two men, and you love it.

You love being their plaything, their toy to use. They’re starting to not be as gentle now, Suguru is fucking you harder, your tits are bouncing with each thrust, and Satoru is fucking your throat, until you’re crying. Both of their big hands are all over your body, gripping, pulling, pushing. You’re a ragdoll in their hands, and it’s the most alive you’ve ever felt.

“Cum around my cock, Princess. Let me feel you.” Suguru says from behind you, and is if on command, he presses in hard, bottoming out, and you’re screaming around Satoru’s cock as you’re cumming, pulsing around his thickness, filling you so deliciously you can’t imagine not feeling this. “Oh fuck…”

You manage to cry out as Satoru eases back for a moment, letting you breathe, then you’re flipped on your back, and they’re both on you, Satoru’s kissing you, then Suguru’s kissing you. Then, they’re kissing, making you even hotter, watching the two lazily kiss for just a damn moment.

“Oh that's hot…” You murmur, watching them two kiss over you, then you’re kissing both of them, all three of your tongues playing together, their hands on both of your breasts.

“Ride Satoru, love, would you?” Suguru asks softly, and Satoru grins, laying on his back eagerly. You nervously straddle him, moaning as he slides into you, as Suguru is holding onto your throat, choking you gently, pushing up.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” Satoru murmurs at you, grabbing your breasts as they bounce, you’re fucking up and down him, while Suguru is sliding his hand down your spine, you feel an obscene amount of pleasure.

“Going to hell…” You murmur, incoherent, and they both laugh, Suguru as he slides a finger up your ass, and Satoru as he’s grabbing your waist, shoving into you harder now.

“We all will, Princess.” Suguru murmurs, continuing to choke you as you ride Satoru’s huge cock, slippery and wet along him, shoving his finger deep in your tight little ass hole now.

“Mnh, Sugu…” You whisper, the pain thrilling you. He owns you, as you’re riding Satoru, so fucking pretty under you, long cock hitting deep, every thrust making Suguru’s hand tighten on your throat, as his finger shoves deeper in you.

“Do you like that Princess?” He murmurs, and you nod, helpless.

“Haven’t… done… unh…” He exhales, and presses you forward, to where you’re laying on Satoru now, and clinging to him. He’s kissing you, deeply, and you feel Suguru’s breath behind you.

Satoru grabs your face, kissing you deeply, and next thing you know Suguru’s licking your little hole above where Satoru’s fucking you, swirling in little circles on your un played with anal hole. You shiver at the sensation, Satoru slows, spreading your ass cheeks for him, as if they knew everything each other did.

Satoru’s eyes lock into yours. “Only if you want this, baby girl. Sugu can make it feel really good.” He whispers, and you nod, tentatively, Satoru moans then, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Just relax baby.”

“Relax, Princess, promise I’ll only do what you can take.” Suguru whispers, hot breath against you, and you moan in response, arching your ass up. He’s flicking his tongue against that spot endlessly, then he’s pressing against you.

“Fuck!” You cry out, as he presses in, and you hiss at the pain, they both hold you, their hands soothing your body, Suguru kisses your shoulders, your back, Satoru’s kissing your mouth.

“Ease up, baby girl.” Satoru whispers, and you exhale, tears falling as Suguru presses in more, stretching you in the newest sensation.

“Are you okay Princess?” Suguru whispers, shoved his head in now, stretching your tight hole, as Satoru’s stretching your cunt, and it’s so much you feel like you’re falling off the fucking planet.

“Ngh…” You cry out, and Suguru gently moves, not to hurt you, stretching you with his thick cock, and Satoru presses up, studying you with those blue eyes.

“You can do it, baby girl. You can take us.” He encourages you, and you rock back and forth, Satoru’s cock sliding out, Suguru in further, and you scream, voice hoarse. Satoru’s hands are on your breasts, mouth sucking, and Suguru’s holding you tight from behind.

“Princess… fuck…” He groans in your ear. “I’ve never felt anything better than being in you.”

“Fucking same… so good.” Satoru groans out, and then they’re moving, relentless but careful, filling both your holes over and over.

“That’s it, Princess.” Suguru encourages you, and you’re cumming now, slick against Satoru’s cock, your muscles relaxing to take more of Suguru’s massive cock now, losing control, losing yourself.

“Sofuckinggood unh…” Your words jumble together, and you moan your release into Gojo’s sweet lips, as he drinks in your cries. Suguru is leaning forward, biting your neck and shoving deep in your ass now. You struggle to grip onto Satoru, like he’s your tether, as they both fuck into you.

“I wanna fuck her ass, Sugu.” Satoru murmurs, and Suguru laughs, pulling your head back to look at him.

“Maybe next time.” He says softly, shoving in all the way, and you cry out, ass clenching tight around him, making you both moan with the intensity.

“Selfish brats.” Satoru grumbles, and you giggle a bit, before he plays your clit again, and you’re cumming, riding Satoru and Suguru’s cocks, as they begin to tense, their touches harsher, strokes deeper, so much to handle.

“Fuck that.” Satoru groans, then eases out of you, Suguru does too, scowling over at Gojo now, he flips you to where you’re on his stomach, on your back, and then he’s got his cock pressed on your ass. “Hold these pretty legs up, Sugu.”

“You’re so annoying, Satoru.” Suguru grins though, holding your legs up and spitting on your ass, spreading it as lube. You tremble, feeling helpless, as Gojo holds you from under you, arching up into your ass now. You scream.

“Oh fuck… so fucking tight… jesus fuck…” Gojo moans, as his long cock stretches your aching asshole, and Suguru leans on you then, shoving his thick cock back in your pussy, and they’re both stretching you.

“Oh my god! Ah… fuck…” You cry out, hoarse, as now Suguru’s fucking your cunt, and Satoru’s fucking your ass. Satoru pulls your head to the side, biting your neck, wrapping his big arms around you, and Suguru has your thighs high, slamming into you, chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“You’re so beautiful.” Suguru whispers, you grip him tightly, hanging on for dear life as they fuck both your holes, in rythm, you cum so hard you can’t function, and soon you’re limp as a ragdoll.

“Our doll is tired.” Satoru says under you, biting your neck as your head lolls to the side, and Suguru holds your face, kissing you deeply.

“Does our doll want us to fill her holes?” Suguru groans out, and you’re nodding, eagerly. “Breed her?”

“Yes… yes… please fucking fill me.” You whisper, and they grab you so hard, smushing you between them, you can’t fucking breathe, all it was… was pure fucking ecstacy, as they each thicken in your holes. Gojo is going easy, Suguru is fucking so deep, you feel them both start to pulse.

“Cum again Princess.” Suguru urges, and Satoru is pulling your hair, Suguru is kissing you, you’re cumming around his thick cock, screaming into his mouth, clenching Satoru’s cock.

“Fuck…” They both bite out, and then Suguru’s cumming, hot seed painting your insides in thick ropes, as he kisses you, so deep. Then Satoru’s cumming in your ass hole, filling it insanely deep, and he yanks your head, moaning his release in your mouth.

You’re spent, shaking, both of their cum leaking from your holes, as you’re still pulsing, body done, unable to function. Then they’re both on either side of you, hugging you, kissing you, so sweetly. You fall into their embraces, letting them wipe your tears of pleasure and overstimulation away.

“You were amazing, Princess.” Suguru murmurs, and you tremble in his touch, as he wipes your tears.

“So amazing baby girl.” Satoru whispers, cuddling you from behind, caressing your face so gently.

“Are you okay love?” Suguru asks, and you realize how much they care, how worried they are for you.

“It was fucking amazing.” They chuckle at that, their arms are joined over you, holding all of you tightly. “I just… new things?”

“We can practice plenty.” Satoru says, and you giggle.

“So this will happen again?” You ask, and they both grin, kissing all over your face now, gentle little pecks.

“We would love it to happen, frequently. Wouldn’t we Sugu?” Gojo kisses your shoulder gently, leaving goosebumps.

“We would, if you want that.” Suguru whispers, and you nod, sighing, resting against them both, in a tangle of limbs.

“Oh fuck yes, please. I will be like the best assistant ever?” They both laugh at that, and then you all talk, as you’re all naked, wrapped together, and their cum and your pleasure is sliding out of you.

You’ve never felt better.

You have the best fucking job ever.

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