#screaming throwing up shaking vibrating holy shit

[infinite-hearts-333]

@north-heats-stronghold

Heya! Just wanna say, I love Oura Thorn and there internal struggle. Can't wait to see what more you do.

I haven't shown much of the backstory for my space rider North Heat. But let's just say he went through something similar to Oura while growing up.

HI?????

Omg let me like have a mental freak out for a solid minute, I like flipping adore north heat so much and all the interactions with his crew and all so this means like so much to me???????? (The noise I made when I saw this was more squeaky toy then human, I SWEAR)

Omg this made me so happy, HEHE. But yessss they have some issues, (man I’m now glad I kept some stuff under covers now that I know you like my stuff, don’t wanna release all the good stuff to soon ;)

Awww their trauma buddies :D. Might draw the to scaley bois having a rough time together then! It’s always better to suffer together then alone/jk 👍🏾✨

[birthing1020]

🤰3️⃣ 🏠(alone) 💦 ⏳

Tags; Female, triplets, home, orgasmic birth, overdue

You rub your sensitive and heavy belly, being a week overdue and on this hot day, you were not enjoying this pregnancy! Your partner was at work and you were stuck at home until you felt it was necessary for these triplets to come into the world. It would be hours alone at home.

It was uncomfortably warm this day, as you slowly sat up and waddled out of the bed, you threw your pajama top off. Your breasts already heavy and ready to be milked, your nipples hardened at the soft fabric being tossed off your body.

You looked in the mirror at your newly found body, your belly super tight, the belly button protruded. Your thighs thicker and your ass had gotten wider — but, your partner loved the new you and what your triplets had done to your body, he had much more to grab.

You pulled your panties down and stuck your bump into the air, the weight of your triplets making it nearly impossible to even see your feet! You could barely move, but you could see everything in front of your mirror — and you had the sudden urge to use your small and handy vibrator.

You waddle to the bathroom and grab the silicone device. You kneel in front of the mirror, your bump almost touching the ground, but you could maneuver around to reach your eager clit. You flick the device on and allow your hand to go to town.

~~~~~~~~

Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes and moan. “Ooooh.” You bite your lower lip and grunt at the sensations of your clit being taken advantage of. You spread your legs to their full capacity, your bump hanging in the middle, but that didn’t stop you from taking advantage of this moment — it was something you needed to have!

You thrust your heavy hips forward, your vibrator circling your sweet spot. The sensations making you shake and moan louder, the fact that you were home alone meant you could scream and it didn’t matter. You kneel higher, using one hand to raise your belly; giving you full access to your soaked cunt, you were so wet and it made this experience much more erotic!

“Oh God, oh God!” You chant out and push your vibrator inside you, the speed only going faster as you climax around your toy. Your hand squeezed between your thighs as the most intense orgasm ripples through your core. “Holy shit!” You grunt out and as you pull the toy out, fluid trickles down your thighs and it wasn’t the aftermath from your toy.

~~~~~~~

You were all too sensitive from your climax, but it was time and you couldn’t call for help. You position yourself in front of the mirror, your cunt in full view, pulsating from the intense climax that pushed you into labor.

Your hands now cupping your cunt as you lye on your back, you are now panting from all the sensations happening to you at once. You spread your lips open and begin fingering yourself, you throw your head back and let out a pain-filled and pleasurable moan. The contractions now tightening your belly, but you needed to concentrate on getting all three of these babies out.

Your hips buck from the pain, but you moan loudly from your fingers playing with your clit. You watch the mirror as your cunt begins to contract and loosen, your finger moving faster as you feel the urge to push. You grunt and brace yourself. “Ohhh!” You screech out and cum around your fingers, between the pushing and coming, you begin to feel the head crown. You pant and screech again, your lips slowly opening as a head slides out. You fall back and pant harshly, both hands slowly pulling out the first baby in your grasp. You quickly bring your baby to your chest and cut the cord, lying the first baby down, you knew you had two more to push out of this achy cunt.

~~~~~~

After you catch your breath, you slowly stand up. With one hand rubbing your belly that was eager to push another baby out, you waddle your way into the living room.

You sit on the arm of your couch, you planned on using this fabric to toy with your leaking cunt when another contraction hits.

“Please come out for mommy.” You whine and plead with the babies that were still stuck in your womb. You began toying with your nipples, milk slowly squiring out of the most sensitive buds. You moan and grunt, leaving a well deserved mess on the floor in front of you. You spread your legs back open, your chest and breasts pushed into the air as you began going back to town on your throbbing clit.

The more aroused you got, the more drenched were your fingers and it drove you over the edge. Your breathing intensified as your belly contracts all over again and you knew it was almost time for your cunt to expand. You breathe deeply, standing yourself up through the pain. With one leg on the couch, you grind your pulsating cunt on the fabric. “Oh~.” You moan out and hiss in pain at the same time, your liquids soaking into the fabric, but pushing yourself into something stiff felt so good!

Your hand met the fabric of the couch and your bulging vagina, you felt the pain of your second baby shifting, slowly pushing its away down into your birth canal. You were so close to crowning! You just have to keep edging yourself ~. Your fingers go back to town, rhythmically tugging and playing with your clit. “Ooooh!” You hunch over and moan loudly, your hormones now all over the place with so much pleasure and pain at hand.

Your second baby now shifts into place and the crowning is about to begin. Another contraction hits your hardened belly and you push your cunt into your hand, with one leg extended on the couch, you squat down and begin to push. “Please. Come. Out. For. Mommy!” You screech and push down, your fingers forcing open your lips as a head falls into your hand, the other quickly playing at your clit. Between the sensitivity, you come hard around your fingers as your baby falls out.

You pant and catch your breath — one last baby to go and you had a world of surprises for when your partner gets home. You cut the cord and lye your baby down, preparing for the last birth of the night.

~~~~~~~~~

You waddle over to your birthing ball, your legs too exhausted to remain standing, your leaky breasts ready to be played with and you were ready for one last climax to send you over the edge.

You position the birthing ball in front of the mirror, so you can watch your cunt be played with. You sit down and rotate your hips, the thought of riding a cock about now made your lips soak in arousal.

“C’mon baby, just slide on out for mommy.” You coo at your belly and rub the underneath. “You need to meet us all and I need to take a break.” You watch the mirror and rub your more than filled breasts, milk leaking out with each touch. They were fuller than normal and dragging down, but you needed to do something to speed up this last birthing process.

You begin to bounce and moan, the ball doing its job at keeping your hips in place. You watch the mirror as liquid trickles down your legs again. “That’s right, baby. Please slide on out.” You try to negotiate with the baby in your womb, exhausted was such an understatement as you just birthed two babies.

You move your hips forward and back, thrusting with each rotation. “Oooh! Please!” You moan out and play with rub on your clit, the anticipation and ecstasy picking back up. The last and final contraction overtakes your belly and tightens it back up. Your fingers move faster, the falling all too natural at this point. “Oh! Oh!” You feel the last baby shifting down into place, now entering the birth canal as the urge to push gets stronger — and stronger — this last climax should end it all.

You toss your head back and screech out in pleasure and bliss. “Holy shit!” With one final push, your baby slides out in full as you come around your fingers. You shake and groan in pleasure, your insides now sore and sensitive — you were so glad for this experience to be over.

Until next time.

[metmotleysgirl127]

“Deserve it”

Summary: Nikki got the reader a new toy and the reader won’t hold still so he calls Tommy in for some help.

Warning- cursing, overstimulation, pinning.

*Dom Nikki, soft Nikki at the end. Soft Tommy.*

“Babe! You gotta quit squirming”, Nikki says. “Feels so good”, I whined, throwing my head back. We were in Nikki’s dressing room backstage. He had bought a vibrator and was using it for the first time. It felt so good but was so overwhelming. I couldn’t hold my bottom half still causing it to slip off my clit, delaying my release. “Fuck baby come on”, he says, putting his hand on my lower stomach. “I can’t hold still Nikki. I need to cum”, I cried. He turned off the vibrator, sighing. A light bulb went off in his head. He got up and opened the door. “Yo Tommy, come here a minute”, he yelled down the hallway. “Awe fuck”, I groaned. It wasn’t the first time Nikki let Tommy Join us, probably not the last. “Hey gorgeous”, Tommy says, walking in. “So listen man, I got this new toy for her but she can’t sit still. Hold her for me?”Nikki asked. “For sure bro”, Tommy says. “Is that okay with you sweets?”, Tommy asked. I nodded. Tommy got behind me and held my legs open. Nikki smirked to himself and turned on the vibrator. He placed it on my clit and I started shaking instantly. “That’s much better”, he says, teasing my entrance with his fingers. I whined, laying my head on Tommy’s chest.Tommy kissed my neck, trying to keep my mind off the sensitivity of my cunt. Next Nikki pushed his fingers inside my pussy making me moan out. “Damn baby, clenching me so tight. Good girl”, he growls, pumping his fingers. I whined in response, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “Tommy”, I whine. “I know baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum all over Nikki’s fingers”, he says, kissing my ear. Nikki looked up through his bangs, smirking at me. That fucking smirk. “Come on baby, you can do it”, Tommy says, licking the side of my face. “Don’t baby her lee” Nikki growls, quickening his pace on my cunt. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum”, I say, tears welling in my eyes. “Fucking finally”, nikki commented. I let out a scream and came all over Nikki’s face. “Holy shit, she’s like a fountain”, Tommy says in awe. Nikki opens his mouth and catches my slick in his mouth. “So delicious”, he says, turning off the vibrator. I whined as he pulled his fingers out. Tommy let go of my legs and I curled up into a ball, laying my head on his chest. “You did so good, I’m proud of you”, nikki says, kissing my nose. “Yeah?”, I asked. “Yeah, absolutely amazing”, he replied, kissing me. I closed my eyes and Tommy petted my hair, giving me sweet little compliments. “Alright man, she’s still my girl”, nikki says, lifting me up by my arms. Tommy rolled his eyes playfully and got up. Nikki then sat down and I turned myself around so that I was straddling his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Nikki I’m tired”, I say. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on mine. “Go to sleep, you deserve it”.

[prettypeachsworld]

Toys- Eddie Munson x fem reader nsfw

🔞🔞

Growing up in a small, sheltered town like Hawkins definitely made it hard for Eddie to…explore with you. There definitely wasn’t any sex shops in Hawkins and trust me he looked. The whole idea of toys was so fascinating for eddie and he just needed to get his hands on something. He rented his fair share of porn from family video and as much as most stuff was pretty tame there was definitely some racier stuff that he found. The racier videos where the first place he saw toys. He’s had the handcuffs for a while because come on that was a given but when he pulled out that tape and saw a girl with big boobs have nipple clamps hanging off her and a vibrator glued to her clit he couldn’t help but twitch in his pants. Holy shit he had never seen anything so perfect as a girl convulsing as the vibrations racked her body. He could only imagine what you would look like all tied up and shaking for him.

He did his research and found a shop about an hour away in one of the bigger towns. He was tempted to bring you but he was scared you might not be into it and he wasn’t going to give you the choice to opt out. He also loved the idea of surprising you with all his toys. He literally felt like a kid in a candy store as he walked around the small but cosy shop. There was your classic vibrators and dildos and lube and condoms but the further back he got the harder his dick became. His eyes settled on the nipple clamps and hog ties and he almost doubled over from the sheer weight of his cock filling up against his thigh. He could just imagine how pretty you would look all fucked out on his bed tied up and shaking. He quickly grabbed the nipple clamps, hogties, vibrator, and a pretty purple anal plug he saw as he made his way to the counter. You guys had never done anal but he didn’t miss the slight whimper that left your mouth when he spit directly onto your clenching hole last time he was pounding you into his stained mattress. The only thoughts that clouded his mind on that drive home where all the dirty thing he couldn’t wait to do to you. He wanted to tie you up and blind fold you with his black handkerchief. After that he wanted to slowly strip you of all your clothes, ripping some if they had to be. He wanted to lube up the vibrator and glide it up and down your body until you where a whimpering mess for him. Only then would he finally bring the harsh buzzes down on your red, neglected clit. He could cum in his boxers at the sight of you jaw slack mouth hung open in a soundless scream as the vibrations torture your clit. He wouldn’t let up until you had cum at least twice trying to ring all the noises he could out of you. Only then, once your fully fucked out and panting on his bed would be untie the blind fold, throw the vibrator to the side and slam his aching cock deep inside your weeping pussy.

[slutforavatar]

Part 3: Our Little secret

Neteyam sully x reader SMUT

I lower my hand to my pussy and I rub the sensitive bud looking for my high “you dont understand how badly I want the whole forest to know whos fucking you like you need to be” I rub myself faster not realising i’d stopped stroking neteyam until he sat up and pushed me onto my back so I was laying in between his legs, he pulls my hand away from my pussy and I groan “i need a release so bad” I whimper “dont worry love you’ll get it” he rubs my thighs softly and I close my eyes he leans his head between my thighs and I feel his hot breath fanning on my pussy “i need to taste you so badly”  My hands grip onto his hair and I push him towards my pussy, I let out a breathely sigh as I feel his hot mouth latch onto my clit “o-oh shit” i groan as his tongue does quick circles on my clit. I let go of his hair and I grab his hand, I interwin my fingers with his as I push my core closer to his face “so good” he mumbles against me sending vibrations through my core. With his free hand he slowly slips one of his long thick fingers into my slick folds “holy shit teyam” i squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his rough finger graze my walls. He slowly curls his finger then repeats the same motion and I let out a loud moan, shit hes making me see stars and I love it, I feel a heavy pit in my stomach and my breath hitches “neteyam im close” he smirks against my pussy and he speeds up his actions. My throat is starting to hurt from all the moaning im doing but I dont care the ecstasy I am feeling right now is amazing and I’m sure the whole omaticaya clan can hear me screaming the Sully boys name “fuck im about t-to cum” I clench my walls around neteyams fingers as I feel like im about to let go, neteyam stops everything hes doing and pulls his mouth away from my pussy “noo” i cry as I feel my high slip away from me, i sit up and look at neteyam “no no I was so close please” i whimper while he sits infront of me just smirking “dont try and make me jealous” he smirks. I push his chest hard making his back hit the ground, I climb ontop of him so Im straddling him “fuck you” is all I say as I grab his rock hard cock and I lay it down so his tip is touching his belly button, I softly sit ontop of his cock and I look up to him to make sure I’m not hurting him. I slowly start grinding on him causing some friction between us and he groans “your so beautiful y/n” i smile as I grind on him faster and he places his hand on both my boobs and squeezes them tightly, I moan loudly and I speed up my movements looking for the high that was ripped from me moments before “you feel so good and warm on me” he throws his head back as he purrs softly and I smirk “purring for me again” “oh teyam” i moan as I feel my high approaching “im so close” i say as i throw my head back “me too” he moves his hands to my hips, he guides me making me move faster against him “3…” “2…” “1..” as we reach one we both let go, I feel my body shake and he digs his fingers into my soft skin, im definitely gonna have alot of marks tomorrow. We continue riding out our high as both our bodies shudder from the pleasure. I slowly stop grinding against him and I lower my head onto his chest “t-that was awesome” he says out of breath as he pushes the hair out of my face, i smile as i try to steady my breathing “I’d like to see lo’ak do better then me” he smirks “oh shush I dont want lo’ak” I look up at him, his gaze meets mine “i only want you ma neteyam, i see you” my eyes widen as I realise what I just said “shit” the blood drains from my face, I look up at the surpised look on neteyams face and I quickly stand up, I grab my clothes and I hurry off in hopes neteyam doesnt follow me.

Another part ??

[imaginesbymonika]

Drivers license | Part 6

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Plot: all you wanted was to bring him some soup

Warnings: sad, flashbacks

Masterlist| Previous Chapter

Song to listen to while reading:

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it.

His voice is soft, so soft that you practically feel it melt in your hands. You swallow thickly, while your hold on the mug tightens. For a moment you worry that the ceramic might break in your hand. The way he sings unlocks something that you prayed would remain where you buried it all those months ago. Your best friend's eyes linger on you and you can sense the anticipation. A part of you wants to brush it off, tell her to turn it off again. You want to scoff and say "Well, that sounds stupid." Maybe Louisa knows it and waits for exactly that kind of reaction. But you don't move a single muscle. Not one.

Take a walk on Sunday through the afternoon, we can always find something for us to do. We don’t really like what’s on the news, but it’s on all the time.

"Isn't it super weird to hear all these different rumors about yourself?", you questioned as you glanced at the television. TMZ reportedly found evidence that confirmed that Harry was dating his stylist, but your best friend just grinned. "Honestly, I don't really care." You were sitting on his hotel bed, eyeing him:" Seriously?" He nodded, before getting up. He walked the two meters and sat down right next to you, his shoulder softly nudged yours:" Well, I mean, I know the truth- you know the truth. To me, that's all that matters."

I take you with me every time I go away, in a hotel, using someone else’s name.

"What's the name you used to book my room?", you asked, holding your phone near your ear. The hotel is huge and even though you are nowhere near the doors you can hear the screaming coming from outside.

You peeked at the woman behind the reception:" Tell me." But you simply heard him giggling, before your phone vibrated. A sigh left your lips and you looked down at your screen. "Izzy Tittynope?!", you angrily whispered back into your phone, but you couldn't suppress the smile that made its way to your lips:" Couldn't you just use a normal name?" 

"Come on, we both know how much you love this little game."

I remember back at Johnny’s place, it’s not the same anymore.

"I think you fell in love with the wrong person."

"Oh my god.", you whispered, and out of the corner of your eye you see how your friend reaches for her phone but you shake your head. Johnny's place, that's where he told you that he didn't love you. Holy shit. This song is indeed about you.

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.

Hearing his voice almost makes you throw up. You want to sit down, and just stop breathing. Or maybe simply call him. Do you even still have his current phone number? God, you can't do that after your last interaction. Did he write this song before or after your guys talked at your apartment? Is it already too late? 

It’s unfortunate, ooh. Just coordinates, ooh.

You hold your breath while a million different thoughts run through your head and close your eyes. Maybe the solution to all your problems would magically emerge behind your eyelids. 

I don’t know you half as well as all my friends. I won’t pretend that I’ve been doing everything I can to get to know you’re creases and your ends. Are they all the same?

"Oh my god.", you abruptly say and open up your eyes again. 

"What?", Louise asks and watches how you frantically stand up and hurry to your bedroom. Harry's voice becomes smaller while you run up the stairs. "I need to see Anne.", you just yell back:" I need to fly to England!"

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.

[awkwardchick87]

Souya and chifuyu fucking you from behind in a tight fitting dress 😩🤤

Hey anon! Love this idea!

a/n - Souya (angry) and Chifuyu love seeing you in a tight dress. NSFW under the cut.

c/w - afab reader, pet names "Baby and good girl" creampie, dubcon pictures/recording, exhibitionism, Bimbo reader (Chifuyu)

Souya really is the sweetest guy. He tried so hard to be a gentleman, but when you walked out of the bedroom, adjusting your dress, asking him if it looked ok, something snapped in him. He almost ran towards you, grabbing your arms in an almost bruising grip while he steered you back into the room, "Baby, holy shit, do you know how fucking amazing you look?" muttered from where he was kissing your neck.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and Souya eased you down. He wasted no time, crawling on top of you, his hands caressing up your sides. The material of the dress felt like a second skin on you. Laying down, your breasts were barely contained, threatening to spill out of the top. Souya's lips grazed the top of your chest while his hands shimmied the hem of your dress up your legs to pool around your waist.

"Souya, we can't. We have to meet -" you tried protesting, but as his fingers ghosted across your clothed slit, you were cut off as you felt a shudder down your spine and a small gasp slipped past your lips.

"Its not important. You look so fucking good right now." Souya couldn't help himself. Using his knuckle, he pushed your panties to the side and teased your slit with his middle finger.

You writhed under him. Souya wrapped his arm around you and flipped you over easily. Pressing on your shoulders, he kneeled behind you. You face was buried in the soft blankets of the bed.

Souya pulled your panties down to your knees, to eager to pull them off completely. "Fuck baby, look how wet you are already." he teased as he ran a finger through your slit.

"Just - please, put it in!" you wiggled your hips.

He pumped his length a few times before lining up with your slit. Swiping his cock through your folds to gather some of your slick on it, he pushed into your cunt. His chest vibrated as he held back a groan, "So fuckin good"

You moaned, shifting your hips a little for some friction as Souya began pumping his hips. One hand was gripping your hips tightly while the other reached around to rub tight circles around your clit. His chest pressed into your back. "Fuck, Souya, don't stop. So close." you were gasping.

He picked up speed, pulling out until just his tip was left before thrusting back into your warm walls. He could feel you tightening around him as your thighs started to shake. Opening your mouth in a silent scream, your body trembled as you came, gushing around Souya's length. Souya didn't stop pumping into you as you rode your high. "Gonna fuckin cum baby."

Souya snapped his hips a few more times, stilling as you felt him cum. Both your thighs sticky with your release. You collapsed on the bed, your body spent. Souya laid down beside you, "You still wanna go?"

Turning your head, your eyes closed, "Souya, I don't think my legs are working right now." you giggled.

He rubbed your back, "Yeah, but that dress looks amazing." He kissed your temple. "It'd be a shame if no one else got to see it."

Chifuyu hated that all his friends were eyeing you. He knew you looked amazing. He regretted letting you wear that damn dress out of the house. It was so tight and showed of way more then he wanted his friends to see. Kazutora and Baji were especially annoying. Standing way closer then they needed to, whispering into your ear while they spoke with you. He knew he had seen enough when you laughed, throwing your head back at something Kazutora said. Both men taking the chance to gawk at your chest while you weren't looking. Chifuyu crossed the bar in a few strides, wrapping his hand around your waist, "He love, I am not feeling so hot. Can we go?"

"Oh, Fuyu, yes of course we can go." You looked so concerned for him.

You both said your goodbyes, walking out of the bar. Chifuyu gripping your wrist tightly, pulling you into the alley. "You have no idea what was happening, do you?" He sounded mad, but the lust in his eyes caused some slick to pool in your panties. You rubbed your thighs together. You had never known Chifuyu to be the jealous type. He was always so kind and sweet. "You let those two just stand there and look at you like that?" Chifuyu spun you around, pressing you into the wall.

"Fuyu, I - oh god - I didn't know" You felt his hands rubbing up the outside of your thigh, bringing your dress up around your waist, "Wait! Fuyu! Here?"

He chuckled behind you, "Yeah. here baby. You better keep quiet or someone'll hear you." Chifuyu groaned when he reached between your thighs. You had decided not to wear any underwear. Your dress was to tight. You heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle. Chifuyu pulled his pants down to just under his balls, pulling his cock out. He hissed at the cool night air.

Using his knee, Chifuyu spread your legs a little wider, giving himself enough room to slot behind you. He lined his cock up with your slit and pushed himself in. Balling your hands into fists, a high pitched moan escaped your lips.

"Shhh baby. Unless you want them to hear you." Chifuyu started pumping his hips. His hands on your sides, pulling your body back in time with his thrusts. You slapped a hand over your mouth, not able to control your moans when Chifuyu picked up his pace. "Oh shit baby. Always so tight. Such a good girl. All for me yeah?"

You nodded your head quickly, trying to keep your voice down so no one would hear you. The sound of your slick cunt as Chifuyu picked up his pace was probably loud enough to let people know what was going on.

Chifuyu could feel you tighten on his length, "You gonna cum? Yeah?" Chifuyu rolled your clit between his fingers. You cried out, hands slapping into the brick wall in front of you to hold yourself up. Chifuyu quickly pulled out, "Come on baby, suck my cock. I wanna show them what a good girl MY girl is."

With shaky legs, you turned around and sank to your knees. Chifuyu pumped his cock a few times before you wrapped your lips around it. You heard his phone camera click twice before the flash was on, recording a video. Your face was a mess. Mascara running down your face as spit frothed and bubbled around your lips as you eagerly sucked your boyfriends cock. One hand fisted in your hair as he pulled your face flush to his pelvis. You could feel his cock throb and twitch on your tongue.

You felt his cum coat the back of your throat as you swallowed around his length, looking up through your lashes at him, and the phone.

Chifuyu let go of your hair, "Good fuckin girl" he wiped the spit off your chin before hitting stop on the recording and quickly sending it off to his friends.

[pajorko]

I rewatched the video of Kulles Kalauer with Sveni and Feli and translated it for you, hope you have a nice evening

K: Welcome to today’s episode of „Kulles Kalauer“. I`m just back from vacation. We`re playing a game. A anti-joke challenge that we call „Kulles Kalauer“. Beneath your seats are water bottles, you can take them now. Cover the tags, it would be covert advertising, no one should see that we`re drinking ***. Open your bottles, fill your mouths up properly.

K: What`s white and watches through a keyhole? A fitted sheet (= Spannbettlaken, a Spanner is a peeper)

K: Well, that was just for getting started.

K: What does a bomb do in a brothel? Puff (= sound of a small explosion and also a casual word for brothel)

*Laughing hard*

K: Okay, I`m gonna put a tick behind this one. Now we continue.

S (to Feli): At least mine hit you in a spreaded way, but you have completely hit me.

K: I think that was on purpose.

S: I think so too. All right, Felicitas.

K: You don´t have to screw the lid every time, you´re gonna open it again in a moment anyway. Well. What sits in a tree and waves? A „Huhu“ (mix of huhu as a casual word for saying hello and Uhu which means eagle owl)

K: What’s red and stands at the side of the road? A ****. Okay, we’re gonna put a minus next to this one.

Feli almost spits out her water.

K: I have to use your current state. What does a gay worm do in the salad? He throws out the snails (snail = Schnecke which is a nickname like chick to call women) This joke also isn´t well received.

Feli + Sveni giggling.

K: The last words of a front seat passenger: The right side is free.

K: You don`t have anything left in your mouth, do you?

K: Two men are talking: Have you ever ****** your wife in the other hole? Are you crazy, she might get pregnant then.

K: Svenja Huth and Ewa Pajor at the bar. „Two shots.“ „I see that, but what do you wanna drink?“ (Shots = Kurze which also refers to their height, you usually say „klein“, but kurz means short)

(Feli had spit out her drink in the middle of the joke)

S: Seriously, Felicitas, seriously? Your’re laughing at that joke?

S (to Kulle): For me that’s a minus on that one.

K: You didn`t find it funny?

F: I did!

K: I’m gonna write down: Was shit.

K: We have a good quota so far, there was a bit of water involved already.

Feli giggles, spits out water.

K: I didn’t even do anything.

Giggling continues

K: Nice here, isn’t it?

F (to Sveni): The way you look!

K: (starts singing a song by Die Ärzte) Und wie du wieder aussiehst (which means „The way you look“)

F drinks water, immediately starts giggling again and spits out the water

K: Do you want a new bottle? Doesn’t it taste good or what?

K (holds his folder between them): Now concentrate.

F tries to hold it in, but spits the water out again.

K: It’s time for a commercial break.

S: Excuse me, but it’s already 6:1, isn’t it?

K: We still have seven (jokes), no, eight.

K: Mommy, can I play with grandpa? – The coffin stays closed.

K: It has been raining for two days and my wife keeps staring sadly out the window. If it goes on like that I`m gonna have to let her in.

K: What`s white and bothers you when you eat? An avalanche.

K: A while ago we had a similar one: What’s red and bad for your teeth? A brick.

K: What´s white and is able to fly? Biene Majo (mix of Maya the Bee and mayonnaise) That one’s also shit.

S+ F giggle.

K: How do you castrate a refrigerator? Open the door, take out the eggs (=nuts), close the door.

They`re shaking their heads.

K: What´s long, vibrates and makes women scream? A chain saw.

K: What to you call the testicles of a pastor? Holy cow. (Heiliger Bimbam)

K: It´s the last joke now. I´m gonna say it now. Last time we had to bleep it. A nun went to a doctor. Young lady, you´re pregnant. **************************** Come, let it out, it was the last one.

S + F spit their water in each other´s faces.

S: It´s not like I didn´t already have enough of your water in my face. Kulle didn´t get his share oft he water at all.

K: I`m sweating. Also I`ve got technical devices on me. I´m not allowed. You have to talk to Felix about it, I´ve got nothing against it.

Wow, thank you so much! It was already translated by @nooneinparticularr, but I love seeing another take on it, because jokes can be translated in very different ways. Great job, you're so nice 💚💚💚

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Stimulate

Pairing: Selina Kyle x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 770 words

Outline: Your girlfriend truly knows how to work your body to her pleasure.

Warnings: overstimulation, sex toys, dirty talk, pet names, choking, swearing, scissoring, nipple sucking, aftercare, some slight angst in the end, all mistakes are my own, if I didn't tag something pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Contains zero spoilers. I like writing scenes like this evidently. Enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Selina Kyle MasterList

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more. My baby can do it."

A loud moan escapes your lips while your chest sinks inside and Selina's beautiful black eyes are staring at you.

"Is too much! Please, I can't do this anymore."

You whimper out shutting your eyes, small tears form in the corner of your eyes.

She only coos, tilting her head.

"I know what my baby can do. I really need you to do this. Have another one for me and then I get to use your sweet cunt however I need to."

You wail wiggling your body as she pressures the vibrator harder on your clit. It had been hours, at least it felt like hours ever since Selina had decided to test it out on you. She had only purchased the new toy yesterday and already the thing was proving how much it was worth its money.

An argument was made earlier about how many orgasms one could have in one session. Selina had insisted she could top anything you had ever felt or done. And she was right.

You cum again right there and then, soaking the little toy again screaming her name, your hands as fists pulling on the sheets. The mattress was soaked from your earlier orgasms. Selina turns off the vibrator and takes it in her hands shaking her head.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it? I knew my baby could do it but she loves to complain so goddamn much. That's not very nice of you."

You are trying hard to catch your breath when she gets up taking the toy with her. Selina goes to the bathroom to clean the toy and pick a towel for you. Your turn your head to the side to look at her she cleans it up, drying it off and putting it down. Then she comes back to dutifully clean you, touching you delicately on your sensitive spots. Your eyes follow each of her movements, still catching your breath, your legs still spread.

Once she is done she proceeds to take off her shirt and shorts. At the sight you finally close your legs together and take a deeper breath.

"Guess what, honey! Now I get to have you."

She winks at you and climbs on top of you, hands on the bed and she leans forward to pull you into a kiss. She begins to grind on you as she is deepening the kiss. Her kisses always felt like a mis between a fire burning and the sweet taste of her strawberry lipstick. Your nipples are touching hers, an electrifying sensation and you feel yourself getting wet again. Selina's hands move to your hips gripping on you while she picks up the pace parting from your lips and raising your body up.

Wrapping her hands around your right leg to slightly lift it up and push it aside, she starts grinding harder on your pussy lips. She kept a very fast pace as she let herself free on you, using your body exactly how she needed to. She stops for a bit to roll her hips on you, her left hand traveling your neck. With a smirk she grips your neck on a chokehold, setting a fast pace again while sinful moans part from her lips.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck."

Selina groans as she throws her head back, letting go of your neck and trying to hold on to your breast.

"I'm close, fuck! Baby, holy shit!"

She curses again, moving her hips uncontrollably on your pussy until she lets out a loud cry of your name, soaking you in her juices. Watching her orgasm always made you ecstatic, she looked so beautiful, so blissed out, so calm and euphoric. She slows down her movements until she collapses on top of your chest.

"You did such a good job for me, baby."

She always turned soft after sex, a side of her she didn't like anyone seeing. A side you had to fight so that you could see it unfold. Always left you wondering why she left the minute she finished. Why she always made sure to give you as many orgasms as she could. One night you begged her to stay and through broken tears, she explained her reasons. That's when you saw for the first time how sweet she could truly be. You breathe out slowly and Selina latches on your right nipple, sucking on it tenderly while you were stroking her short hair. Doesn't take you long for the pair of you to fall into a deep slumber.

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Caught

draco malfoy x reader | smut | (no plot just smut)

It was in the common room, draco and y/n was sitting with their friends hanging out like usual, y/n sat on draco's lap cuddled up to him while still talking and laughing with their friends, when suddenly she rolled her hips hard on accident while trying to contain her laughter when blaise was telling them a really funny joke. she didnt realized it but draco behind her already stiffened and trying hard not to moan when she keeps moving on his lap still laughing at blaise. that is until pansy walked in with a bag of candies and snacks in her hands and placed it in front of their friends. y/n stand up wanting to get something, draco let out a relief breath because if she sits longer in his lap, she will realized he had a boner it would be embarassing.

to his luck, y/n now sit beside pansy but it didnt help his horny ass as he watched her putting a lollipop into her mouth and sucking it deliciously, making his mind go wild as he imagined how would it feels to have her mouth sucking his dick. he shakes his head throwing off the wild imagination of his best friend since they were still in diapers. but the more he stare at her the more he cant control himself, he get up quickly covering his boner with his oversized tshirt.

"guys, i gotta head to bed, im really sleepy, see y'all tomorrow" draco runs to his room while y/n stared at him in confusion, she knows him too well, he doesnt go to bed at this time.

when draco finally arrived at his room, he closed the door and immediately go to his bathroom and sits on the closed toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer, kicking them off onto the floor, his hard dick slapped up to his stomach, he hissed and begin to stroking himself. his mind instantly drift to the girl who made him do this, his thoughts of her sucking the lollipop earlier popped out in his mind, he lets out a moan imagining it was his dick that she sucked off. his breath got stuck on his throat and he fastened his pace while his thumb teasing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and use it as a lube.

"fuck y/n" draco moaned louder at the thought of y/n on her knees, looking up at him with her innocent eyes, smirking to him while running her hand on his length, stroking it up and down before putting it into her mouth.

sweats started to running on draco's face while he brought his hand to his mouth to spit on it and use it as a lube to his cock. the thoughts of y/n having him inside her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deeper until it touched the back of her throat causing her to gagged, looking up to him with her eyes watering, saliva dripping off her mouth, making him moaning louder and going faster.

on the other side, y/n was now walking to draco's room, she opened the door and raised her eyebrows in confusion when she didnt see draco in his room, until she hears a faint moans coming from the bathroom, her hand covered her mouth realizing what is happening, but what shocking her more that the curiousity got into her making her walking to where the sounds were coming. she stands straightly at the door of draco's bathroom that he doesnt bothered to closed, not be able to move but just watching the scene in front of her, she feels the wetness down there starting to grow when she heard her name repeatedly coming from the boy in front of her and just looking at how hot his face looks right now.

"fuck- im so close, y/n, please" draco screamed her name loudly as he feels his cock twitched on his hand.

but as he was about to come, his eyes suddenly opened and looking at the door and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the girl that has been on his mind standing alive at the door of his bathroom, jaw dropped, mouth hung open and eyes widening, looking at what he did right now. her cheeks is tinted red.

"draco?" y/n called out his name as she looking at draco who's still froze, his face full of panicked.

"holy shit, y/n! im sorry! i- i didnt- i was just- i was just- merlin! you werent supposed to see this" draco seems lost at his words trying to explained the whole situation to y/n while covering his part, looking down, scared at what her reaction.

to his surprise, y/n walked in to the bathroom, locking it and approaching him. she stood in front of him making him looking up at her and widening his eyes as he watched her stripped down her clothes showing him her body.

"oh draco, you're definitely not sleeping, baby" y/n smirking and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she gets the full view of him, draco's breath got stuck as he feels her hands running on his thighs and her lips kissing them softly.

"y/n are you sure about this? you dont have t-" draco's words got cut off by y/n placing her finger on his lips indicating him to shut his mouth.

"let me help you, draco" y/n grabbed his cock and pump it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. draco let out a groan when her lips touched his tip. she decided to tease it, give it a little blow, and kiss it softly. draco was getting impatient and grip her hair shoving his cock fully inside her mouth making her moan at the sudden contact. he throw his head in pleasure as y/n started to bobbed up and down, her nose touching the base as she keeps going down, sucking deeper.

"fuck just like that, baby" y/n keep sucking him harder and faster, she pulled away to catch her breath for a second and back again, she lick a straight line on his cock and putting it back on her mouth, her hand playing with his balls squeezing it softly, she swirls her tongue sucking him deeper, deep-throating him until she gagged, the vibration triggering draco to cum hard in her mouth, shooting his thick cum inside her, its so much that it started to drip out of her mouth, draco moaned as she swallowed all his cum and wipe the cum that dripped down on her chin with her finger, licking it clean with a 'pop'.

y/n stand up and straddling draco who is still sitting on the toilet. she grabbed his cock and pump it twice before pushing it inside her tight hole. they groaned at the feeling of each other. draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, their tongue move in sync swallowing each other faces. y/n pulled away and started to kiss his earlobe and jaw then sucking hard on his neck marking him, sending butterflies to his stomach while still rolling her hips on his cock. she pulled away, moaning his name and throw her head in pleasure as his cock keep hitting her spot. draco's lips instantly attached to her neck marking her too. his hand found its way to her neck and squeezed it tightly, choking her. his lips move down to her nipple, sucking hard and biting softly making her aching her back. his other hand gripping her hips helping her bouncing faster on his cock.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" draco's hands holding up her thighs lifting her a bit and started to thrust upwards into her faster and harder making them both a moaning mess. y/n rest her head on his neck, her nails clawed at his back as she feels she's close. draco keep pounding hard into her biting her shoulder lightly as he feels his cock twitched inside her.

"d- draco im so close" y/n moaned and now looking up at him pressing her forehead to him keeping the eye contact.

"me too baby, lets do it together" and with final thrust, they came together, hard, screaming each other names loudly, both panting. draco grabbed her face and kissed her with so much love, muttering a 'thank you' and praising her before pulling away. they both stand up, staring at each other in disbelief and laughing together.

"i love seeing you with my cum dripping off your thighs, y/n" draco smirked while grabbing the tissue to clean her up.

"oh shut up dray! i cant believe i just fucked my best friend" y/n let out a small chuckles while giving him soft kisses on his face.

"you know i've been wanting to do that since forever, y/n. you're driving me insane but in a good way, i've fallen for you since years ago." draco said as they both walked out of the bathroom and lay her down gently on his bed before joining.

"trust me draco, me too." draco pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly, kissing her again showing her how much he loves her.

"be mine, darling? let me take you on a date tomorrow." draco said as he pulled away and caressing her cheek softly.

"i'‘ve always been yours, draco" with the last kiss, they both fall asleep cuddling to each other.

[dancingazaleas]

connie springer, jean kirstein, & sasha braus | sharing is caring

TY @pernoxes FOR LETTING ME RIGHT THIS EVEN THOUGH IT WAS UR IDEA ILYSM BESTIE

tagging da usual: @izukine @x6nji @erimins @shisoaya @rintarouss @txzierbaby @kuroosperiodictable @fiaficsxo @erenuts @aotwrites @oblxvion

warnings/notes: cursing, nsfw, smut, cuckholding(ig?), vouyerism, exhibitionism(?), foursome, praise, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, overstimulation, aftercare

you felt like you were sitting in a den full of lions, back against connie’s chest while his two best friends stared at you almost hungrily.

“you hear that, baby? jean ‘n sash are gonna use you tonight,” connie’s hands rub up and down your shoulders, “is that okay?”

and like the angel you are, you avert your eyes and nod, “yes.”

the reaction is almost immediate, sasha practically pouncing on top of you and locking lips with your own. connie grunts as he’s knocked onto his back, and at the realization you’re under the beast that they call sasha, he jumps up.

“sasha, be gentle,” he reprimands, pulling sasha off of you and jean swoops in.

jean pushes you further up onto the bed, hands holding your cheeks while he kisses you passionately and way more softer than sasha did. you let out a sigh into his mouth when his hands leave your cheeks and creep up the shirt you're wearing and gropes at your chest.

sasha and connie watch in absolute awe at how strands of saliva produce whenever jean pulls away from you. he brings a thumb to your bottom lip, a sly smirk on his face as he swipes some of the saliva. he wipes the spit on his slacks, once again going to grope at your tits from under your shirt.

“jean, take it off,” sasha says, shuffling over to your body and guiding the shirt off of your torso.

“i was going to,” he rolls his eyes and leans into your collarbone, lips sucking gently while sasha gropes needily at your tits.

you let out a small mewl when sasha pinches your nipple and twists it. her lips against yours are a lot more softer this time around, the both of you going with the flow. sasha pulls away, a small smile gracing her lips as she nips at your jaw and neck.

you pant at the feeling of both jean and sasha’s mouths on your skin, both starting to trail downward while looking up to you for permission. jean’s leaving pecks in a trail on your stomach, fingers slowly gripping at the waistline of your shorts.

“you can take them off, jean,” connie waves his hand dismissively.

jean slips your pants and panties off at the same tip, spreading your thighs apart with his rough palms. jean hooks his arms around your thighs, nuzzling into the squishy skin and kissing it.

sasha’s mouth joins her hands, wrapped around a perky nipple while the other one gets groped sensually. your little whimpers are feeding their already too big egos, and connie can’t help but let it happen.

jean places a small kiss on your clit before he starts to kitten lick at it, cherishing the small and needy whines that start to slip from your mouth.

“please… jean,” you sigh and reaching your hand into sasha’s tied back hair.

jean obliges with a hum, propping your thighs upwards with his arms hooked around them so he can hold your folds open with his thumbs. it leaves your clit on a display, almost as if it were a jewel, and dammit if jean isn’t going to commit a heist.

his hot lips wrap around the tiny nub while gently shaking his head in order to get more access.

whining, you tug on sasha’s hair and accidentally pull her up just a tad with your nipple snug between her teeth. you throw your head back against the pillow at the feeling of the light tugging, something that sasha decides to repeat sparingly at your reaction.

you buck your hips into jean’s face when he lays his tongue flat against your clit, hoping that you would try to ride his tongue. and you do, messily.

your whining and moaning is becoming consistent as you near closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm.

the instincts of being in bed with connie start to shining through as you open your mouth to beg,

“pl-please..! please, can i come? needa come so bad!” your whining sounds so broken and messy, and despite that it still has jean letting out an approving hum against your clit.

the vibrations coming from jean’s mouth has you coming with something that could be recognized as a squeal. your back keens while your toes curl with your fingers.

jean pulls away, immediately reaching over to sasha to pull her into a sloppy kiss. once she pulls away, she cheers excitedly at the way you taste on her lips. she doesn’t pay attention to how jean repeats the action with jean, opting to take jean’s place between your legs.

she stares at your pussy in awe, admiring the way your wetness glistens in the light.

“pretty...,” she murmurs while cautiously slipping a finger inside of you.

when you flinch at the intrusion, sasha flinches with you before her face breaks into a smile. with new found confidence, she presses another finger inside of you while burying her face in your cunt. you squeak in surprise, thighs immediately clamping around her head. somehow, she ignores this and continues on with her actions.

which are just perfect.

her tongue plays with your clit, almost as if she were eating ice cream. her fingers are sensually thrusting in and out of you, occasionally curling against the sweet and spongy spot along your walls. despite just how invested she is, she can’t seem to get enough. that much is shown when she starts trying to bury her face deeper and deeper into your cunt, but the only thing it’s doing is making the stimulation on your clit more intense.

“s—sasha…!” you claw at the sheets while her eyes meet with yours. and, somehow, her eyes still hold the innocence that they always have.

“gonna… gonna cum…!” you warn breathily, bucking your hips into her face.

unlike jean, she doesn’t hum but instead tries to bury her face deeper into you again. it’s like she’s done this before, something you don’t exactly doubt, and you can’t help but be thankful for that. especially whenever you cum all over her fingers.

“yahoo!” she grins while pulling away, fingers held up like a trophy.

she shuffles to straddle you at the waist, gently grabbing you by the jaw.

“taste this,” her smile is soft and small, something that has you hypnotized.

tongue stuck out, she lathers the taste onto your tongue. her face shows a fond smile as she does so, it has you heating up from underneath her.

“can i do it now,” she looks away while she pesters connie.

“yea, just take your fingers out of her mouth,” he grumbles while standing up from the bed.

he walks a short distance while sasha helps you onto your knees and elbows, rubbing circles into your plump ass cheeks.

connie drops something on the bed with a small clink, something that you know very well.

“bro… you let her peg you,” jean questions, bewildered as sasha strips off her clothes.

“we both enjoy it, so why not? also i cleaned it before you guys got here, so it’s not like it’s dirty or anything,” connie shrugs his shoulders carelessly, as if he didn’t have the biggest hard-on in his sweats right now.

sasha’s bare when she slips the strap on, humming enthusiastically. you whimper when jean makes eye contact with you, a subtle plead.

“hurry it up, sasha. the angel here might as well just fall asleep with the pace you’re going at,” jean complains while palming his cock.

“shut up,” she pouts as she lines up the silicone cock with your slit.

sasha rolls her hips subtly, a soft moan slipping from your mouth as the strap hits your cervix. the noise has her rolling her hips a tad faster than before, the fake veins rubbing against your sweet spot. you continue to whine and moan, eyes staring out of the window through the crack of the curtains.

you feel your eyes gloss over a bit when sasha’s thrusting becomes harder and faster, absentminded moans echoing in the room.

sasha adjusts her stance, shifting the strap’s angle and where it hits inside you. her trusts are speedy yet calculated like this, and it’s helping you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

“cu….cumming,” you pant while tiny tears start to drip from your eyes.

and with that, sasha pulls out the strap all the way until the tip before she roughly slams her hips against your ass. the thrust has you sobbing while you orgasm, mouth opened in a continuous sob.

the speed of her thrusts doesn’t decrease, which has your thighs trembling. you can’t close your mouth due to the repeated moaning, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth and down onto the sheets.

she continues to fuck into you with aggression, and every thrust has your body jolting an inch forward.

“holy shit, sasha.. you’re fucking her so well,” connie says amazed at just how good his best friend was at this. in all honesty, he didn’t think sasha would fuck you dumb.

chiming in, jean gasps, “she’s drooling all of the sheets.”

“i’m doing so good!” sasha beams as she leans over your back to speak in your ear, “i’m doing good, aren’t i?”

you can barely see let alone speak. even so, you manage to let out an approving grunt. you’re too focused on the way sasha’s strap slams against the sensitive skin of your cervix.

“fuck—sasha! i’m gonna cum,” you bury your face into the sheets whenever sasha starts rubbing her thumb against your puffy clit.

“tis’ okay! you can cum,” she says happily, staring at the way your cunt sucks in the strap.

your thighs are so close to giving out as you try to fight back the orgasm, but it’s becoming too much.

you let your guard down for a second when sasha slows down her thrusts, but are rudely awakened when she thrusts into you at a faster pace than before.

“sasha! sasha!” you scream into the sheets, gushing all over the silicone toy.

as soon as sasha pulls the toy out of you, you let yourself collapse against the bedsheets. your legs are practically jelly at this point, and you feel bad for jean when you realize this.

but this doesn't demotivate jean, instead he’s unbuckling his belt and shimmying down his boxers and pants down to his mid thigh. you breathe heavily as he pulls your legs apart, sheets tickling your clit as he does so. you weakly watch jean over your shoulder, and while you’re distracted with jean, sasha’s sitting herself down in front of you.

when you turn your head back forwards, you’re greeted with the gorgeous view of sasha’s dripping pussy. small and short tufts of hair sits at her labia and inner thighs, she must’ve waxed.

you gaze up at her blushy and smiling face, “sorry! it’s just, i haven’t come and jean gets to come by default!”

you just blink, leaning in to kitten lick at her clit. her hand tangles itself in your hair, instinctively tugging you closer to her cunt.

she pulls her hand away while apologizing profusely, which you dismiss through connie. you start licking at slit and reach a hand up to help rub at her clit.

as you do so, jean’s entering you with extra caution and you immediately understand why. his cock stings while splitting you open, a drawn out whine vibrates against sasha’s slit. sasha pets your hair soothingly, letting out quiet moans at your half hearted effort to eat her own even now.

“so fuckin’ tight,” jean hisses, hands grabbing at your hips.

tears run down your face as jean starts to thrust in and out of you, uncontrollable moans stimulating sasha’s cunt.

you struggle to eat sasha out, but it’s the effort that counts. especially whenever you slip your tongue inside of her slit while rubbing her clit with a finger. she yelps while she tugs at your tangled locks, bucking her hips into your face as you fuck her with your tongue.

jean groans at how sasha’s face twists up in pleasure and how her tits bounce just a bit when she bucks her hips.

“fuck it,” jean whispers, palms panted on the small of your back as he pulls his cock out halfway out.

you cry out against sasha when jean starts jackhammering in and out of you with haste. sasha moans bashfully in return as you moan against her cunt, over and over and over again.

if you thought sasha’s strap was too big, then jean’s cock was ginormous. with each calculated and fast thrust, the tip of his thick cock would slam against your cervix, taking your breath away everytime. not to mention on the veins on his cock would rub against every inch of your walls, easily bringing you closer to an orgasm.

jean’s groaning without abandon, throwing his head back as your pussy suffocates his cock in its gummy and ribbed walls. he’s going to come soon, all over your cervix. thankfully, connie’s cool with that since they’re best friends.

unsurprisingly, you’re the first to come. squirting all over the sheets and jean’s cock. he comes a few seconds after you, unable to resist the way your pussy milks his cock with ease.

sasha comes last, loud moans echoing through the room as she needily grinds her cunt against your mouth. you help her ride out the orgasm, only pulling away when she’s calmed down and jean pulls out of you.

you turn your head whenever connie calls your name, but instead greeted with connie’s face, you’re greeted with connie fucking his fist.

“p-put out your tongue,” he groans brokenly, eyes shutting as he throws his head back.

you stick your tongue flat out, half lidded eyes gazing up at connie’s face in anticipation.

he peeks his eyes open, and the view of you waiting with your tongue patiently has his coming.

he cum drips down onto your tongue and lips, which you eagerly lick up with the tip of your tongue. you even lap at the tip of his cock, swallowing the cum that pooled there.

he flops onto his back with a sigh, gently pulling you to his chest while sasha scurries off with the strap and jean into the bathroom. you’re immediately dead asleep, and it has the three of them laughing once they realize.

the three of them clean one another up with a warm rag, which sasha throws into connie’s dirty laundry hamper. sasha snuggles close to you, arms thrown lazily around your waist as she starts to snore. jean follows in behind her, hugging his friend to his warm chest.

connie and jean stare at each other in silence.

at the same time they both speak.

“sasha was right, sharing is caring.”

[wkemeup]

Sunrise (1)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 3.5k warnings: heavy focus on Bucky’s PTSD/anxiety, the first splinter in the wall around Bucky’s heart 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

This was a bad idea. A monumentally bad idea.  

Bucky closed his apartment door behind him, pausing for a moment at the top of brownstone steps as a chill of autumn air swept by. Brittle to the touch, cool on his skin, it nestled into his spine and ached deep in his bones— in ones that had been long abandoned, too. The sun reflected against the shine of the pavement from last night’s rainfall, forcing Bucky to squint his eyes.  

Was it always so bright outside? Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t left his apartment for nearly a week before Sam threatened to turn him over to Steve that he’d forgotten how unpleasant the streets of New York could be. Loud. Cold. Chaotic.

He stepped onto the sidewalk, slipping out of the path of a jogger who nearly ran him over and had the gull to flip him the bird. Bucky groaned, curling his right hand into a fist and digging it deep into his pocket as he tried to calm the sudden racing in his chest. The free arm of his army jacket swung down by his left side, empty.  

Not even a few steps outside the sanctuary of closed curtains, warm bedsheets, and the unattended static of a decade old television, and Bucky was already regretting ever knowing Sam Wilson.  

Bucky turned towards the busy street ahead, staring up at the hustle of pedestrians and rush of taxis for a moment longer before he dared to take a step. His feet felt remarkably heavy and he had more than half a mind to tell Wilson to shove it and head back up to his apartment. He had better things to do than make a completely unnecessary trip to the VA.  

What those things were, he couldn’t say, but they didn’t make his heart feel like it was about to beat straight out of his chest. He could stare at a wall for a few hours, for example – see if he could find the crack in the drywall again and follow it to the ceiling.  

“Don't be a coward, Barnes,” Bucky grumbled to himself, earning a strange look from an elderly woman as she passed by. Her eyes held on him longer than she should; clearly a woman who had little shame in her degradation of strangers. 

He gritted his teeth and commanded his legs to move. Those worked, at least.  

As he made his way to the main street, his palm started to sweat inside his pocket. He could see his breath in every tense exhale, and still, he was boiling hot under his jacket. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d remove it, because even with a sleeve hanging loose off his shoulder, he could at least keep up the pretense there was something inside. People would have to look twice before they realized. Wasn’t so easy to hide a missing arm in a short sleeve shirt.  

Still—he was thankful as he weaved his way upstream through the crowd that he wasn’t as broad as he used to be. A couple months' worth of weight loss, diminished muscle mass, and one less limb will do that do a guy.  

He used to be the sort of man that women would glance at as he passed by. Charming smile. Infectious energy. He could make a woman bite shamelessly at the edge of her bottom lip with a single trail of his eyes along her figure. Extend a hand, offer a drink and a dance. He used to hold confidence in every ounce of his body.  

Now, he kept his eyes on the pavement. He hid from the sun and the curious looks of strangers under the brim of a baseball cap. No one looked twice in his direction. He was invisible these days and that was just the way he liked it.  

By the time he reached the VA, he was surprised to find it a little less than pristine. The windows were dirty with handprints and smudges, the window panes covered in soot. A few of the roofing panels were missing from harsh New York winters. Even some of the outer brick wall had seen some weathering.  

Though, if he were honest, it wasn’t usual at all. Made some sense that the VA was left to wash and wear on its own, deteriorating in front of a busy street of onlookers, right out in plain sight. It was how Bucky felt after he’d come home from his last tour— discarded. Placed upon a pedestal, but only as long as you wear the uniform, only as long as you’re staring down the other end of a barrel. Once you’re shipped back home and cast out from desert, you’re made to fend for yourself. Pull up your bootstraps. Adjust.

Bucky wasn’t sure how to do that anymore. Sam insisted this would help. The people at the VA were good, he’d said. They were like him. They’d understand.  

While Bucky was suspicious, it was enough to drag him a couple blocks from his apartment. It was more than he’d done in weeks anyway. Sam would put on his makeshift shrink hat and call that a meaningful step. Bucky would call it pathetic.  

He stared at the double doors, focusing on dark red rust on the metal hinges. He wondered if he put enough pressure on the latch if it would snap clean off. It looked sharp on the edges, too. Someone could easily cut themselves on it if they weren’t careful—

BEEEEEEP!

A jolt surged through Bucky’s chest enough to nearly knocked him off his feet.  

Sudden flashes of a sweltering heat, the unnatural vibration of the desert under his feet. The car horn echoed into the back of his head, longer than it should have, and his ears started to ring. His vision felt tunneled and Bucky quickly stumbled his way through the double doors just to escape the blare of the horn outside.  

It took a minute to adjust to the dim lighting. It was darker inside than what he was expecting. He blinked a few times, hand resting on the wall to hold his balance as he looked around, shaking himself from the memories.  

Lamps were spread throughout the common room to offset the abrasive overhead lighting left untouched. Bucky started to wonder if he maybe it was on purpose, if he wasn’t the only one who had become sensitive to these things, when Sam walked into the room.  

He froze.  

“Holy shit!” Sam’s mouth rose up into that goddamn know-it-all smile, wide enough to show teeth and the dimples in his cheeks, and Bucky winced. Sam started to laugh as he crossed the space to where Bucky was standing. “I didn’t think you’d actually come!”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky shrugged, “I’m here. Don’t make this a big thing.”

“Who me?” Sam scoffed, feigning offense. “You know Steve’s the one who’s going to blow this up. He might throw a welcome party if you ever show up to the support group.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That’s not happening.”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Sam nodded, though he was still smiling. He looked almost... proud? It didn’t sit well in Bucky’s stomach. “Still, got you out of that cramped apartment, didn’t I? You open those curtains yet or are you still living like a vampire?”

Bucky glared at him. Sure, Sam was right... but he didn’t need to know that.  

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sam put a hand on Bucky’s back to guide him down the hall.  

He was only one of two people Bucky tolerated touching him at all and he was lucky he didn’t flinch anymore. Even an innocent touch from his own mother when she tried to hold his hand after he came back from his final tour had nearly left him in a panic attack. She’d cried as Bucky desperately tried to gather his breath, shoving her away as if she’d burned him.  

Sam and Steve didn’t give him much of a choice. They didn’t handle him with kid gloves or treat him like he was about to break. Even if he was splintering at the seams, you’d never be able to tell with how Sam and Steve were around him; like old times, like nothing had changed, like they were still three kids dressed in fresh uniforms with chips on their shoulders and a whole new world ahead of them.

After a while, the small pats on the back and the nudges in his side became a small comfort; not that he’d tell them. It was a strange feeling to both be repulsed by touch and crave it. But the topic didn’t come up much these days outside of his friends anyway. No one tried to touch him and he didn’t seek it out. It was easier that way.  

“The kitchen’s over here,” Sam said as he pointed into a room that had likely once been covered in white tiles and appliances, though now resembled more of a pale yellow. Two men were hunched over at the table, nursing coffee out of Styrofoam cups as a woman waited eagerly by a toaster.  

“Everything in there is free rein,” Sam added. “Always stocked with food from donations, though I would make sure to check the expirations on the milk before adding it to your coffee.” He shivered at an unpleasant memory and Bucky found the edge of his mouth curl, though he suppressed it rather quickly. 

The next room was mostly empty save for the wooden lined floors and chairs folded up against the wall. A sheet covered the small window peering inside that read ‘group in session when closed.’

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sam started, to which Bucky narrowed his eyes, “but I’m not going to force you into the support group, Buck. You go when you’re ready. If you ever are. Talking about this stuff, or even listening to it... it isn't for everybody. Steve will get that, too. We all find our outlets eventually. You’ll find yours, too.”  

Bucky nodded, a swell of relief in his chest. He’d been forced into a mental evaluation by the army docs shortly after his discharge; something about routine testing, but he knew what they were looking for – what all those shrinks were looking for – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  

The nightmares came first, soon after he’d returned to the States. It started in screams that burned deep into his throat, waking up neighbors at two in the morning, finding blood in his bed from injuries he’d caused in his sleep. Lately they’d manifested into sweat drenched in his sheets and a heart rate that couldn’t seem to even out until the sun rose.  

Then came the jumpiness – the flinching at every loud noise, thinking it was a bomb or the latch of a safety. He’d broken more glasses than he cared to admit, knocking them straight of his hand at the sound of a gunshot on the television.  

Then the paranoia settled in, then the hypervigilance. The anxiety in crowds and tight spaces was new, though. Add it to the list, he supposed.  

Through all of it, he never let the shrink catch on. He’d put on a smile and tell them he was proud of his service, that he’d serviced his country with honor and he was thankful to return to the civilian side of things for a change.  

It was bullshit.  

He was pissed. He lost an arm and half his mind to a war that recruited him young and idealistic right out of high school, when he was looking for a better life than what his neighborhood could offer, to put food on the table for his ma and sister. Pissed was understated.  

He wouldn’t find himself in Steve’s group; of that he was certain. You don’t talk about those things after you leave the desert. Hell, you barely acknowledge them while you’re there. It’s just how it works. It’s how you deal with it. Bucky didn’t allow himself to consider whether his method was doing him much better.

Sam walked him through the common areas, the lounge space, even a room with a pretty decent sized television and a shelf filled with DVDs. It was a nice enough place. Quiet. But so was his apartment.  

“Now this is the best room in the house.” Sam opened a door on his left, the hinges squeaking under an old wooden frame as he stepped inside.  

Bucky followed in closely behind and was surprised when a subtle scent of pine brushed his senses. A small candle was burning at the center of a coffee table, surrounding it were a few couches, all with mismatched fabrics, laid upon a carpet that looked to have been donated from an estate sale. The walls around him were lined with shelves, though they were completely empty. Cob webs hung in the corners and dust lined the wood.  

What caught his eye was a single cart at the edge of the room. It was filled with books, all in bright colors on the binding and tags from the Brooklyn Public Library piled high on top of one another, far beyond the confines of the cart itself.  

“Y/n? Where you at, kid? We got a newbie!” Sam called, nudging Bucky in the side with a playful wink he did not return.  

A figure suddenly jumped from behind the couch with a book in hand covered in layers of dust and crumbs. The sudden movement forced a flinch deep in Bucky’s chest, his breath held tight in his lungs, though he kept himself firm on the surface, like stone. It took a minute before he realized how tight he’d barreled his fist and he slowly released his grip before Sam could notice.  

“Been looking for this one for over a year!” you exclaimed, holding up the book for Sam to see. You brushed off the cover, restoring the original vibrant hue of the artwork. “Can’t even imagine the overdue fees I’ve racked up on this sucker...”

There was a strange lightness in your voice Bucky didn’t expect, a tenderness and a sunshine that didn’t belong amongst the dark overcast of the men and women who occupied these rooms. It certainly sat in dangerous contrast to the gravel and stone in Bucky’s voice and the clouds that usually followed in his wake.

He glanced down at his clothes as you approached; a pair of old ripped jeans from a few years ago, a faded t-shirt, and his army jacket hung over his shoulders. Dull and raggedy, ripping at the seams.

But you? Dressed in the warmest shade of a red knit sweater, a gentle glow on your cheeks, a softness about your movements, you resembled the sort of sunset at the end of a highway one would stop the car to capture on film. Inviting. Tender and ethereal. Lovely.  

You stepped closer and he noticed the knees of your jeans were covered in dust, your palms too. Messy in the pursuit of happiness, like a child on a playground. You didn’t seem to mind the dust as you brushed it off your knees, holding the found book close to your chest like an extension of your own heart.

“Blame it on Lang. He's always losing stuff around here,” Sam offered as you set the book on the cart. You started to laugh and swatted Sam in the arm. A pout perched on your lips, though it didn’t seem to last long. Your laugh was infectious.  

Bucky swallowed as he watched you; the way your smile wrinkled up into your eyes as if a face like yours was drawn and designed to curve at the lips and push dimples to your cheeks. It shined into the bright hues in your irises and Bucky wondered if you would keep smiling like that forever, if it were possible that he could stare into the sun and not be burned; if instead, he could find warmth in its embrace.  

His heart stammered, his breath shallow, but it wasn’t unpleasant like it had been on the busy streets. It was something new, a sensation he hadn’t had since before he signed his name to a cause that took his arm and his dignity.  

Y/n, Sam had called you. It was a beautiful name. He didn’t know if he could even find things beautiful again after what he’d seen overseas. You were the first, he supposed.  

He must have been staring too long, because your lips were moving to words he didn’t hear, and suddenly two pairs of eyes were on him. His heart skipped, frozen in embarrassment.  

“This must be your first day of school,” you teased, extending your right hand to him.  

Bucky stared down at it, heart pounding, and before Sam could politely tell you that Bucky didn’t really do that sort of thing, he pulled his hand from his pocket and shook it. You had a firmer grip than he was expecting, but still soft. Your fingers were like ice and it was a nice contrast to the swelter he felt under his jacket.  

Sam raised an eyebrow, surprised by Bucky's sudden willingness to take the hand of a stranger, though thankfully he didn’t say anything. A shit eating grin curved up upon his lips and that, Bucky could have done without.  

“Thought it was time I checked it out,” Bucky said, his voice a little dry. You let go of his hand and Bucky found he missed the contact almost instantly.  

“Dragged him here by the skin of his teeth is more like it,” Sam interjected and Bucky’s ears burned red. He shot Sam a glare, who only shrugged, unbothered by his humiliation of his friend. “Been trying to get his sorry ass through the door for a few months now.”

You nodded, though your smile never wavered. Your eyes remained on Bucky, listening to Sam, but intently studying the lines on Bucky’s face. It left him feeling exposed, but somehow, even as his own gaze trailed to the floor, he didn’t mind you watching him like that, like maybe you found worth in what you saw. He adjusted his stance, suddenly remembering the startling absence on his left.  

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” you said, brushing Sam off in his teasing. “I’ve been volunteering at this place for a little over a year. We got good people here. I’m sure you’ll fit right in...” you paused, biting on your lip.  

“Bucky,” he offered because he could tell you were waiting for it. You smiled at his name and a sense of pride burned bright in his chest. God, if he could just make you smile like that again...

“Bucky’s a cool name,” you grinned, though Sam rolled his eyes. “That short for something?”

“Don’t lie to the new kid, Y/n. We all know it’s corny as hell,” Sam interrupted playfully before Bucky could get a word in. You wacked Sam on the shoulder and Bucky felt the edges of his lips curve. It felt strange, achy, like he hadn’t done that in a while. Maybe he hadn’t.  

“Buchanan,” Bucky answered, though he quickly added, “but my first name’s James. James Barnes.”

“Well, James Barnes,” you started, exchanging a knowing look with Sam that made Bucky’s stomach twist in knots, “I run a book club of sorts on Sunday evenings around six. You should swing by. We’re always looking for new members.”

“Y/n works at the Brooklyn library most days,” Sam explained. “We’re lucky to have her. Never thought I’d see so many tattooed men with biceps the size of my head sitting in a circle talking ‘bout books, but Y/n works magic. Everyone loves her. Helps that her book club is pretty unconventional.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Unconventional?”

Sam started to say more, but you pouted your lips at him and he left the words on the edge of his tongue. He held up his hands in defense and took a step back, returning the smile to your face.  

“Don’t listen to him,” you said, laughing so sweetly Bucky was sure his knees might give out at any second. “It’s a good time, I promise. No pressure at all.”

Bucky nodded, considering his options. The idea of seeing you again could make the walk down to the VA worth it, but he wasn’t sold on the concept of sitting in a room full of ex-combat vets probably using a shared book as a proxy for a support group. He wondered if you had them reading something about PTSD or adjusting to civilian life or a memoir of some guy embellishing his time overseas to make a quick buck.  

But he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, so he asked, “what are you reading?”  

You shrugged. “Depends on who you ask.”  

Bucky raised an eyebrow, confused.  

“Just think about it,” you suggested as you unclicked the lock at the bottom of the cart. The front wheel was broken and you struggled to get an angle to move in the direction you pushed it. “I should head back to the library. It was really nice to meet you, Bucky. I’ll see you later, Sam.”

Bucky nodded, finding himself searching for something else to say, some kind of excuse to get you to stay longer, but came up empty. You smiled at him, all bright and starry eyed, and his knees felt weak again. Shit.  

“Don’t let Stark talk your ear off on the way out,” Sam warned, a laugh in his voice.  

“I think I know my boys around here by now, Samuel,” you teased back. Bucky couldn’t quite tell if it was a pang of jealousy in his stomach or an eagerness to be included. It was a strange rush of feelings he hadn’t tapped into in years; not necessarily unpleasant, but certainly unfamiliar.  

You paused by the door, turning back and capturing Bucky’s eye one last time. “Sunday at six, alright? I’ll see you there.”

He didn’t say anything, but you seemed to take his silence as confirmation. You gave him a final wave before you disappeared into the hallway. He could hear the click of the broken front wheel on your cart echoing down the hall.  

Bucky and Sam followed you out of the room and hung back by the makeshift library doors.  

“What did I tell you!” Sam cheered, nudging Bucky hard enough on the side to knock him off his balance. He was too fixated on watching grumpy old men and stone-faced women pass by in the hallway with smiles on their faces as they saw you.  

“It’s, uh, it’s not bad.” Bucky waited until you disappeared out the front doors and onto the busy sidewalks before he turned to Sam. He was watching him with a sort of I-told-you-so look that made Bucky want to slap the dimples straight from his face. “...what?”

“Nothing, man.” Sam shrugged, though there was something lingering in the smirk he wore, like maybe he knew something Bucky didn’t.  

He didn’t care for that one bit.

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Can you do a full length smut with Jason where the girl is like a green witch/ has powers like poison ivy (maybe a little sex pollen 🥵🥵). Lots of hair pulling and biting. Thanks babe 😘✌️

pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

warnings: filthy smut lol → consensual sex (just letting y’all know for the purpose of the sex spell mentioned), unprotected sex, oral (male and female), fingering, hair pulling, biting, rough smut. Not proof read but watch me edit this on a random 3am Monday night or some shit lmao.

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You didn’t mean to cast a sex spell. You’d cross your heart and take an oath of truth to that. You were simply trying out spells when Jason barges into your room, causing you to say the wrong word and cast a sex spell for the both of you. At first Jason didn’t really know what was happening. He simply went back to his room and had a strong urge to get off, as did you. 

You and him had a strange relationship. Though it wasn’t a strong one, you both definitely had some underlying sexual tensions. And unfortunately for you, and maybe him too, this spell was made to act upon those tensions. 

The ache between you thighs was getting stronger, leaving you no choice but to try and relieve yourself. But nothing worked. You rode your pillow. Nothing. Fingered yourself. Nothing. You even tried the vibrator you had hidden in the back of your closet. Nope, not even that worked. The spell required the people it was casted upon to have sex. 

After about an hour, a knock is heard at your door. Your thighs and hands ached from how hard you’ve been trying to get off, causing them to both shake when you pull on a pair of shorts to be at least have decent. Jason. Of course. 

“Hey, uh, can we talk?” 

You step aside and let Jason in. He’s wearing nothing but his sweatpants and an obvious boner can be seen. 

“If it’s about that spell, I’m so sorry, I-” his lips connect with yours, instantly shutting you up. This - this is what you needed. He backs you against the door, arms coming up to the door to trap you between it and his body. 

“hope this is okay. I couldn’t help but listen to you moaning before,” he murmurs against your lips. You pull back and unclasp your bra, causing it to fall on the ground. 

“god, it’s more than okay,” you mumble back, trailing kisses up his neck. He groans and parts your thighs with his knee. You can’t help but grind against his knee, both of you sighing in some sort of relief. You push Jason back and lead him to the bed, where he pushes you down and sits in between your legs. Bringing a leg up to his shoulders, he kisses all the way to your inner thighs. Jason teases the fabric of your panties before twisting them around his fingers and yanks them down. He lets out a groan at the sight of your wet pussy; something he had an embarrassing amount of dreams about. Leaning up on your elbows, you work to pull his sweatpants down. 

“I got it,” he chuckles and swiftly shuffles out of them, along with his boxers. “Are you sure this is okay, I mean-”

“Jason,” you giggle, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay. Besides, the spell’s not gonna wear off any time soon.”

Jason’s fingers run up and down your naked body; wanting to feel every inch of your soft skin, every goosebump that appeared under his touch, and to feel the way your nipples perks up as he runs his thumb over them gently. He leans down, lapping on your nipples with his tongue, causing a whine to erupt from your body. It felt like setting fire to a gasoline trail; though it didn’t hurt, the teasing and gentlest of his touch was making your body ache and burn for him. He shifts over to your other breast, moving his hand up to your throat and applying just the right amount of pressure. 

“Jason, please touch me. It hurts,” the whine, bucking your hips up towards his. He chuckles and grinds his length along your folds. His cock twitched, causing him to groan out in slight pain. Jason’s hand reaches in between your bodies and rubs circles on your clit in a way that makes you moan. Your hand tangle in his hair, pulling harshly as he gently slaps your pussy.

“Jason,” you whine, dragging out his name. Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into your pussy. His movements are slow at first, but with each thrust, he gradually picks up the speed. Your hips rock to match the rhythm of his fingers, you moans loud as you beg for more. 

You flip him over and crawl up his body. He smirks as he figures out what you’re about to do. He hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth before he begins to absolutely devour you. His tongue lapping over your folds feverishly as you moan softly. You lean back and place your hands just beside his torso on the bed to balance yourself. 

“J...” you breathe out, grinding your clit against his tongue rapidly. Your moans grow louder and you hands clasp over your mouth, not wanting to be too loud as Rachel and Gar’s rooms are just across the hall. Jason looks up at the gorgeous sight above him, and moves your hand away to replace it with his fingers. You suck on them to muffle your moans as he begins sucking harshly on your clit. You wanted nothing more than to scream out from how good it felt. Your teeth clamp down gently on his fingers as his tongue flicks against your clit. You always imagined how his tongue would feel against you, but you never in your wildest dreams imagine it would feel this good. Maybe some of it was due to the sex spell, but you highly doubted it. 

“Jason, fuck, I’m so close,” you whine, going back to suck on his fingers. He slaps your ass, causing you to yelp. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit, becoming accustomed to know that that’s what you like most just solely based off how you moan and react to it. 

“fuck, yes, oh,” you moan, getting closer and closer to your high. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he's quick to spread them open open again. His tongue circles your clit rapid, causing you to completely lose it. Your moans grow louder once again, sweat forming on your forehead, and pussy throbbing against his mouth. 

“Jason... Jason, oh,” you moan, cumming on his tongue. The grip on his arm is tight as you feel the waves of pleasure course through your body. He rides out your high, gently circling your clit with his fingers from his free hand. 

But this wasn’t enough for you. You needed more. You needed him. 

You shuffle down his body and pin his arms on either side of his head before capturing his lips with yours. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your hand resting him. You move in between his legs and wrap you and around his throbbing and angry cock, watching with a smirk as he throws his head back and moans in pleasure.

“[y/n],” he groans, wanting you to move faster. Your tongue licks up his shaft before swirling around his cock. In that moment, he swears he’s never felt his good before. Maybe it’s the sex spell. Maybe it’s you. 

You take him in your mouth, watching through your lashes as he tilts his head back further into the pillows. His eyes roll back, hands tangling in your hair as he gently pushes you further down onto him. With one hand, you hold his hips to balance yourself while the other hand works at the base of his cock; twisting and pumping up and down. 

“holy...shh-shit.” he breathes out, careful not to buck his hips too hard in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling the ache between your thighs beginning to grow more intense at the sound of his graceful moans. Neither of you cared who heard you at this point; the only thing you both cared about was having each other and fucking each other into oblivion. 

“fuck, oh my god. Princess, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whines. You had always imagine how he’d be under your control; how he’d whine and be completely at your mercy, what he’d say as he’s coming in your mouth. You weren’t sure whether you should thank him for accidentally walking into your room and making you mess up the spell, or whether you should thank fate. Either way, you’re finally able to live out your wonders about him. 

“fuck, fuck, mm,” he moans as the hot liquid spills onto your tongue, his hands gripping your hair so tight, it causes you to moan around him.  Using your hair, he pulls you off him. You swallow what you could, and wipe the corners of mouth with the pad of your thumb.  

But this wasn’t enough for him. Jason needed more. Jason needed you. 

Just as you did, Jason sits up and plants a passionate kiss on your swollen lips. He flips you over and grinds his already-hardening cock over your folds, earning moans from the both of you. 

“J, please don’t tease me,” you beg. Jason positions himself so he’s sitting between your thighs. He pushes your legs apart and strokes your folds with his thumb before pushing in. 

You both moan. Eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, letting your body adjust to his size. Your arms reach up behind you and grab at the pillow to ground yourself while he begins to thrust into you. His pace builds with each thrust, and it wasn’t long until he builds a steady pace. Jason moves his hands to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently before moving his other hand to your throat. Your moans are restricted through his tight grip. 

Jason roughly throws your ankles over his shoulders, driving his cock deeper into you. He leans down and kisses you to suppress the moans expelling from the both of you. His cock feels so good inside you, it made you just want to scream his name. 

You sit up and push him down on the mattress carefully before straddling his hips. Jason whines and sits up on his elbows, your breast perfectly in his face. He takes one of your nipples in your mouth and bites down softly, groaning against it as you moan loudly, bouncing harder on his cock. Your fingers pull at his hair, earning yet another groan from him. 

“oh my god,” you whimper. Jason takes advantage of your state of ecstasy, and flips you over.

“get on all fours,” he pants, smirking as you comply. His hand slaps your ass hard as he thrusts back into you. His hips slam against yours as the bed began squeaking, unable to handle the madness that’s going on between you and Jason. 

“fuck, baby,” you whine, squeezing your eyes tightly as he begins pounding into you roughly. “fuck, just like that, oh my god.”

“I don’t know if I’m gonna last much longer,” Jason moans, thrusts staggering as he nears himself to the edge. His fingers circle your clit, causing you to let out a whine. Your pussy throbs around his cock, so close to the brink of orgasm. 

“Jason,” you drag out his name. 

“I know baby, just let it go,” his tender in his groans makes your heart flutter. Before either of you know it, both of you are cumming. Jason pulls on your hair as he spills into you; the harshness of his grip causing your scalp to hurt in a painful, yet, pleasurable way. Groans, moans and profanities bounce off the walls, both of you unable to control yourselves.

Jason collapses next to you, helping you lie on your back as your ass was still sore from his spanking. His eyes bore into yours, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“what?” you chuckle, feeling slightly self-conscious. You've never really had a guy stare at you the way Jason was right at this moment. His pupils still dilated with lust, though a hint of love could be seen. He shifts so he’s on his side - head rested on his hand which is propped up by his elbow. 

“Nothing, I just never thought this was how we’d end up having sex,” he chuckles, almost embarrassed. A giggles expels from your lips in response. Cupping his cheek with one of you hands, you pull him in for a sweet kiss. Your thigh hooks around his waist as his soft fingertips trail down your body in a much more tender way than before. 

He pulls away from the kiss as his fingers makes their way to your core, almost like he was asking if it was okay to touch you. Lifting your hips to his hand, you let out a moan when his fingers circle your clit delicately, stopping immediately when you let out a wince.

“I’m okay,” you smile at him. “just a little sensitive.”

Jason continues to circle your clit gently, while your hand pumps up and down his cock. the kiss grows into a passionate make-out session; lips colliding together as your tongues danced together, suppressing both of your moans. Jason bites down on your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. By now, the spell had long passed. Now, it was just you and Jason. 

His lips travel down to your neck, sucking pleasurably on the spots that makes you gasp. Your free hand tangles in his hair; a habit which you’ve only now just realised you’ve developed. Jason detaches his lips from your neck before biting down on the already-purple mark. 

“Jason,” you gasp, grinding your core against his fingers. Your hand pumps faster on his cock; both of your breathing becomes faster. 

“I'm gonna cum,” you whisper. Jason captures your lips with his, both of you cumming and moaning into each other’s mouths. 

You both stay in each other’s arms. Jason’s fingers brushes through your hair as you feel you eyes begin to fall heavy. 

[creativeashproductions]

Pregnancy Test Roulette // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: As a college student living with your three best friends is the best and even better when they get along with your long-term boyfriend. However, one of your best friends decides to film a video inspired by another tiktok video. You just had to jinx yourself.

Warnings: Swearing, unplanned pregnancy, allusion to abortion (doesn’t use the actual word), college, and reader has a gender-neutral roommate and best friend named Lu.

Words: 2.4k

A/N: This inspired by a video I watched of someone announcing her pregnancy by taking a test with her friends. They each took one and put in a box to shake and hell exploded with the positive, the actual person was aware before the pregnancy roulette

Masterlist

They say your ’20s are your best years and maybe that comes from being able to bounce back from a night out with your friends. A night that turned your memory into episodic moments you could recall and others you had to guess about. Maybe it’s because you’re in the years where you aren’t under lock and key with your parents but not at the point where you’re expected to have a marriage, kids and mortgage.

It was the sweet spot in life. Now you didn’t drink as much as you did your first year, but you did enjoy the odd glass of wine occasionally—a beer with your older brother or a shot with your best friend. But more often than not you were in bliss nestled into your boyfriend’s side watching an old movie with a bucket of popcorn you had argued over who would make. However, Charlie was in Vancouver filming for Julie and the Phantoms leaving you in your house for the upcoming season. The home you shared with your three college friends to save money but not be stifled in dorms.

“I have an idea!” Sophie spoke, sliding into the living room in her thick socks with duckies on them. Her sudden appearance received both Alice and your attention from the movie Bad Moms playing.

Sophie’s recently dyed blue hair concealing her face from you as she flipped the long strands from her hair. Her bright brown eyes glittering with the same happiness that typically exuded from her.

“What’s this idea?”

“Where’s Lu?” Sophie inquired scanning for them in the room, “Did they have a date?”

“Nah, I’m right here Phee,” Lu announced their presence from the kitchen island going over work emails.

Sophie quickly dragged them from the counter to Alice and you on the couch with a box in her hands. Everyone in the room shared a look as the blue-haired girl went into one of her tangents that could continue indefinitely.

“Phee, calm down. What do you want to do?” Lu questioned whereas Alice had leaned forward to grab a look at the box.

“I think the best question is: what does it have to do with the box of pregnancy tests in your hand?” Alice asked flicking her ocean blue eyes at the girl sheepishly looking at the group, “Do you think you’re pregnant?”

“What! No! I thought it would be hilarious to take a test each and put in the box.” Sophie replied, pursing her lips together with a pleading look in her eyes, “Plus I wanna know how you do it…?”

You sighed with a shake of your head, “You saw this on Tiktok. We’re all damn careful at preventative measures. There’s no harm in taking the test. Hand one over.”

Sophie was quick to hand you a test along with the rest of the group before splitting off to the attached bathroom to your master suite room. You hadn’t even fought for the room when you moved in your sophomore year of college. Lu had been quick to announce that as the only one in a relationship Charlie would be over and they didn’t want a show.

The instructions were straight forward enough you had capped the test brought it the hallway to drop in the box held by Sophie. The camera catching everyone as they did so. Lu followed with their test followed by Alice, and you wandered back to your seat in the living room.

“Is there a reason you made us pee on sticks?” You inquired grabbing one of the decorative pillows Alice had bought. It was mostly Alice’s touch that brought the living room together with her minor in interior design.

“I thought it would be fun.” Sophie simply shrugged joining Lu on their couch, leaving Alice back in her seat.

The movie still paused as per Sophie’s request, so no one forgot about the tests waiting to be revealed. You had no clue why it mattered to not forget about them, as you had said before. Everyone had a pact to keep up on contraceptive, hell there’s a box near the hallway filled with condoms. Everyone just added a few to the box if it was lower than twenty squares.

“Okay.” Lu trailed off, clicking their fingers on the phone in their hands. Their attention is easily taken away from the game Sophie wanted.

Sophie was always jumping on trends on Tiktok, a few even before they became real trends, so this wasn’t anything new. Sophie even had a few viral videos on the app that sometimes took all her attention for a few hours. That being said, you weren’t overly scared about the outcome.

“Ooh, Charamader is calling.” Lu snorted leaning overseeing the cheesy photo of Charlie kissing your cheek. His contact photo in your phone had been taken by Luk as well.

“One moment.” You told Sophie with her wide eyes pointedly staring at the box on the coffee table littered with magazines, “It will be a second!”

Sophie waved you off to the kitchen where you clicked on the green button.

“Hey!” Charlie beamed from the kitchen on the apartment he shared with Owen during filming. His wide eyes crinkled by the grin he wore, “What’s new? How was that exam?”

“I think I did a lot better than I had expected.” You admitted to the Canadian guy brushing the hair away from his face. He had to recut to Luke’s style when filming for the new season happened.

“I told you!” Charlie cheered, flipping his gaze from his phone to the pan he was carefully inspecting, “How lucky am I? My girl is going to graduate with a fancy degree! I’ll be front row when it happens.” 

“Just as I will be right there when you win an Oscar.” You teased your boyfriend as Sophie loudly counted down from the living room. Charlie’s attention was drawn to the trio of your best friends waiting.

“Did I pull you away from something?” Charlie’s brown brows furrowed as he mentally went over the plans you had informed him of.

There wasn’t a single plan he remembered so he relaxed marginally when the fear of missing something faded.

“Sophie’s made us do this video for TikTok. We’re halfway through-“

“Hey Charlie, she’ll call you back. We had pregnancy tests to check!” Sophie interrupted ending the video call with your boyfriend.

Both Charlie and you frantically talking as Sophie ended the call with that bomb and not clarifying further on it. To take it further, the blue-haired beauty pocketed your phone as well to avoid her video being interrupted.

You had no doubt the Canadian actor was freaking the fuck out that you were taking a pregnancy test. If he was spamming your phone, Sophie wasn’t reacting to the vibrating other than to aggressively point over to the couch.

“Just text him,” Sophie grumbled throwing your phone back at you when the line formed between her eyebrows. The frustration of Charlie overcoming her excitement for the video.

“PREGNANCY TEST?” Charlie screamed as soon as you accepted his phone call, “Am I missing something?”

“Sophie wanted to do a video of Alice, Lu, her and I took one. We’re good.” You soothed the ruffled feathers of the male who released a gasp.

“Sophie, you gave me a heart attack. Holy shit, I just about knocked Owen unconscious.” The man in question was speaking, but you couldn’t hear the words he spoke, “What! I thought my girl needed me!”

“I’m Charlie but I won’t if I don’t end the call-“

“We can mute the call.” Charlie interrupted dancing on the balls of his feet with anticipation in his blood even if you had denied being pregnant, “This sounds like-”

“Nice try Gillespie. Y/N will call tomorrow, it’s roomie night.” Lu spoke before ending the call for you just like Sophie had, “AS much as I like the dude, this is getting interesting.”

You simply shared a look with Alice as Sophie expertly stationed the camera to get everyone, Alice was the one to shake the box again. Each of you was given a test to hold with snickers falling from lips. Lu’s hand ran through the recently chopped hair while Alice repositioned her body on the floor.

“Okay…one, two, three.” Sophie calmly spoke before flipping her test around. Everyone followed suit.

“Negative.” You informed the group. Lu was quick to announce the negative in her hand.

Sophie simply shook her head before everyone turned to Alice, “Alice?”

 The brunette pixie-haired girl stared at the test before she lunged for the box, “What’s a positive?”

“Why-“

“The test is positive!” Alice snapped shakily reading the instructions as she gripped the test in her hand. Her lips mouthed the words she read with a speed that greatly impressed you.

Everyone was huddled around her after Sophie had ended the video in pure shock, reading the test that very much said positive. Your lips parted in stunned silence sitting back on your heels just as Sophie did.

“Who’s test is it?!” Sophie exclaimed roughly running her hand over her face, “Holy shit.”

“Not mine.” Lu informed the group with a nervous smile on their face, “The last person I was with was Susan from Statistics.”

That left three people.

“Eliminate the options.” You breathed looking at Alice, “Wasn’t the last guy you were with a few weeks ago? Jas or something from-“

“Jasper from my Mythology course, but that was like four months ago! I’ve been swamped with classes and work.” Alice spoke with a small smile, “He was terrific. I should see if he’d like to grab a- “

“Not the time Alice!” Sophie screeched frantically looking around the room, “Oh my god, what about you?”

Sophie’s eyes came down on you with a pleading look in her eyes at this very sudden twist on her once innocent game. Your mind went over the last few months, but you were blanking at every opportunity.

“I can’t. Shit. I need to call Charlie.” You grumbled tapping the screen of the phone, “Alice, can you go grab a box of tests from the store? We used all of them.”

“-grab as many as possible!” Sophie cried, shaking in her slippers and cosy clothing. This was not how she had expected the night to go.

“I thought it was roomie night.” Charlie spoke as soon as the phone connected, “Something wrong?”

“When was the last night we had sex?” You inquired, leaving the man in Canada to choke on his beer.

In Vancouver sharing a beer with Owen with a film that had interested the pair playing Charlie hadn’t expected your call. Owen barely blinked at the interruption when the movie was fascinating, but he did turn when he heard Charlie choke.

“W-what?” Charlie coughed wiping his chin with the back of his hand, “Is this some weird part of a card game-“

“Charlie, when was the last time we had-“

“Jesus, I stayed the night before we left for the airport two months ago? We had a quickie in the bathroom at the airport as well.” Charlie scrunched his face recalling the lack of time he had been physical with you. His face turning red with Owen’s full attention on the flustered Canadian actor.

“Everything good?” Owen asked his best friend but only received a wave off.

“You sound scared. Is everything okay?” Charlie now demanded while your lips parted to ask if it was possible the condoms you used broke. The frantic breathing of Alice interrupted you, however.

Your e/c eyes found the pixie-haired girl leaned over, catching her breath with the box in her hands. Without thinking, your phone fell from your fingers as you lunged to the box with three tests. Alice had thought ahead and bought a box each for you and Sophie.

“Sophie’s waiting in the living room. Lu’s got her.” Alice softly told you both deaf to the two males on the phone, “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you, Alice.” You choked marching into the bathroom, “If it’s me…I-“

 “If you’re the one pregnant, then this baby will be blessed if you decide to continue the pregnancy. If you don’t, I’m right here for you. If you’re not pregnant, we can do a couple shots.” Alice squeezed your hands unintentionally, sending Charlie into a frantic moment once more.

Your feet stopped suddenly remembering you hadn’t hung up the phone with Charlie, “Fuck.”

Alice, already reading the situation, tossed your phone to you with a smile as she sat on your bed. With a thankful one sent back, you entered the bathroom with your thumb, clicking the FaceTime button.

“This is the second time!” Charlie exclaimed scanning the background for one of your roommates, “I thought you weren’t pregnant!”

“So did I! Until one of four tests turned out positive, and now I have three more tests I need to pee on!” You exclaimed, “I jinxed us! I literally said how all of us are so good keeping up with preventative measures!”

“Apparently not as well.” Owen spoke, shoving his head over Charlie’s shoulder to see you with his kind smile, “Can you take three slow but deep breaths for me?”

With a few words coaching your breathing, you calmed down enough to mute the call and turn the phone to the ceiling for your privacy. Once the toilet was flushed, tests capped waiting on the counter, and your hands washed, you turned back to the call.

“What’re we gonna do Char?” You sobbed with a deep ache to be in his arms just as he felt the same, “We don’t live together! How can we do this!”

As Owen had led you through the calming breathing, Charlie had dug deep to calm down eternally for you. He found clarity even in the storm of being terrified and somewhat guilty, which he knew was misplaced.

“If you’re pregnant I’ll be there for you. No matter what, I will be there for you. If we keep the baby, we will rock parenting. We have friends and our family.” Charlie soothed you with his pretty hazel eyes glittering at you, “We’ve been together since we were eighteen. We’ve talked about marriage and kids.”

“Should I le-“

“You can stay.” You softly told Owen who squeezed Charlie’s shoulder while you sat in silence with Alice quietly sitting by your side.

Alice’s hand grabbed yours in comfort and support, waiting for the minutes to end and when they did you cried.

Separated in different countries you and Charlie took in the news that there was, in fact, a child on the way. Charlie’s lips parted in glee as he easily read the excitement in your facial expressions amid the fear.

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[jaehyunfirstlove]

It’s senior year and you have no time for distractions, so you make a pact with your best friend, Jaehyun, that you both won’t date and just help each other make it through the year. You weren’t prepared for your brother’s friend to show up and throw your world into chaos. Will you make it out unscathed, or will you gain a boyfriend and lose a friend in the process? (More importantly, will you graduate from college :)

Pairing: college!Jaehyun x f. reader, Lucas x f. reader (briefly)

Special appearances: Lucas, Mark

Genre: best friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: pining, love triangle, unprotected sex, Lucas is irresistible, Mark is annoying, Y/N is clueless, Jaehyun is jealous

Word count: 7.9k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77, @nctsworld​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: This has been living in my head for a while, not sure it turned out the way I wanted it to but I wanted to get it out before Dear.M came out (edit: since Dear.M has been postponed I guess it doesn’t matter).  Also my contribution to @nctsworld writing challenge :)

You’ll never forget that day.

It was already a few weeks into the semester and someone was still moving in, boxes and other miscellaneous belongings stacked beside the elevator. You found it odd that someone would start school so late but you just shrugged your shoulders, thinking it had nothing to do with you and just waited patiently for the next elevator.

“Noona!” you turned at the sound of your brother’s voice, knowing he would be the only one who would call you that in public.

“I told you to stop calling me that when we’re at school,” you rolled your eyes at him but he just laughed, completely ignoring you.

“Look who it is!” he smacked your shoulder and pointed excitedly behind him. You craned your head to look around him, and met eyes with a familiar face. Only it was much handsomer and more grown up than you remembered.

“Hi noona,” he shyly waved with one hand, holding a box handily with the other.

“Lucas?” you recognized him but at the same time you were shocked at the change. You only remembered a grubby and chubby little kid who wreaked havoc with your younger brother, the two of them together a swirling tornado of flailing limbs and piercing shrieks, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The very memory of it made your eye twitch.

Yet here he was standing in front of you, much taller than you, that cute face from childhood transformed into the chiseled features that made people swoon. Indeed you felt your knees weak at the sight of him, noticing how the muscles in his arm bulged as he held the box.

He blushed as you stared, and you metaphorically picked your jaw up off the floor as your brother went on chattering.

“... came back from abroad and he was lucky to get in! And since I didn’t have a roommate they paired him with me! Everything works out in the end, isn’t that cool?” Mark was talking animatedly, practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of tearing it up again with his childhood friend.

“Yeah, that’s awesome,” you replied, swallowing thickly. This would not do. You had no time to be attracted to anyone, let alone your brother’s friend.

“Well, it was nice to see you again, noona,” Lucas smiled at you. The elevator doors had opened and they had both stepped in.

“Y-yeah, nice to see you too, Lucas,” you stuttered, and his smile grew until it reached his eyes, “and you can call me Y/N!” you called out, but the elevator doors were already closing.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, your brain already swirling with thoughts of this new complication.

“What’s up?”

“Hm?” you turned to see your best friend, Jaehyun, come up to stand beside you.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” he chuckled, elbowing you playfully.

“Not a ghost,” you replied thoughtfully, “just Mark’s friend, but he’s grown up.”

Jaehyun laughed at you. “Well duh, that’s what people do? Grow?”

“No, I mean he’s grown. Like ‘holy shit he’s a man’ type of grown.” You shook your head at the thought of it, eyes glazed over, completely missing how Jaehyun frowned as he watched your reaction.

“Ah,” was all he said, before he suddenly smacked you in the arm, jolting you out of your reverie. “Hey, but remember our pact. No dating!” he stated firmly.

“Pfft,” you scoffed, “I’m not attracted to him at all,” you said, a bit too loudly. Jaehyun eyed you, completely unconvinced, especially since you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Well, whatever,” he shrugged, turning away from you so you couldn’t see the disappointment in his face. “Let’s go to class.”

---

For the next few weeks you avoided Lucas as much as you could, which wasn’t too hard since he was a sophomore and had no classes anywhere near you. But that also meant you had to avoid your brother, since they were roommates.

[Noona, why can’t you just drop it off? I need it so bad!!]

[I can’t go all the way to your dorm today, just meet me outside the cafe and I’ll give it to you]

You put your phone down on the table, sighing at Mark’s less than enthusiastic text in response.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asked, looking up from his books.

“Oh Mark needed this fan,” you pointed to the bag at your feet, “I just told him to come here and pick it up.”

“I was wondering why you were lugging that thing all over campus,” Jaehyun peeked underneath the table at the fan tucked messily into a battered Trader Joe's reusable shopping bag. “Why didn’t you just bring it to his dorm?”

You shook your head vehemently. “Oh no no no, I am not going there. Can’t do it. Won’t do it.”

Jaehyun watched you carefully as you nervously played with your hair. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked.

You nodded absentmindedly, “I can’t afford any distractions right now, right? No dating, like you said!” You slammed your fist onto the table forcefully, but Jaehyun didn’t flinch. He just stared at you.

“You like him that much.” It was meant to be a question but came out more like a statement, and in a tone you’d never heard from your best friend. It sounded almost accusatory.

“Hey! Can you blame me? Have you seen him?” you went into defense mode, completely misinterpreting his tone of voice. He just turned his face away from you, unable to hide the hurt he was feeling. You just thought he was upset that you might be threatening the pact you both had made so you tried to smooth things over. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to date him. But it’s better that I don’t see him too much, you know?”

“Good idea,” was all Jaehyun said, before he turned his attention back to his books.

“Noona!” you looked up to see Mark walking towards you, and you were about to rebuke him for calling you that when you saw who was with him.

“Hi noona,” Lucas smiled, coming to stand beside Mark. Your heart was beating out of your chest at the sight of him, your throat suddenly dry.

“H-hi guys,” you managed, before turning to Mark, “I told you to meet me outside?”

“Sorry we wanted a drink,” he turned to Jaehyun, “hey hyung, you remember my friend, Lucas?” he gestured towards Lucas excitedly.

“Of course,” Jaehyun said politely, “Nice to see you again, man,” he held out his hand and Lucas shook it enthusiastically.

“I heard you were at this school too, this is so cool!” Lucas exclaimed, “We’re all back together again!”

Despite Lucas and Mark’s bright demeanors you felt a tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were puzzled as to where it could be coming from, looking from your brother to Lucas to Jaehyun. No one seemed to be giving anything away, until Jaehyun locked eyes with you and you saw something flash for a split second.

It was a look you’d never seen before, that you couldn’t quite place. Was he angry? Did he not like Lucas? You went back through your memories but you couldn’t remember them not getting along, Jaehyun had no siblings so Mark and Lucas were like little brothers to him. So what was this feeling?

“Anyway here’s the fan,” you shoved the bag into Mark’s hands, not caring that you had rudely interrupted whatever small talk was happening between the three of them. You just wanted them to leave, especially Lucas.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you two want to be alone,” Mark winked, giggling at his own joke, but you just rolled your eyes.

“Very funny, you know it’s not like that, now get lost,” you grumbled, turning your attention away from them and towards your books. Mark only shrugged, turning to walk away. Jaehyun dropped his gaze, hoping no one saw the hurt in his eyes.

“Bye, noona,” Lucas lightly touched your arm as he walked past you. You felt a shiver go up your spine at the contact, but you resolutely composed yourself.

“I told you to call me Y/N,” you responded firmly.

He only turned back to look at you, smiling widely. “I just like calling you ‘noona’,” he said, before walking away to join Mark.

You must have had the dumbest look on your face because Jaehyun just laughed, almost bitterly.

“Wow,” was all he said, shaking his head, no trace of his usual good spirits. He suddenly started packing up his books.

“Where are you going?” you asked, surprised at his sudden movements, “We’re not done with this chapter!”

“I suddenly lost my appetite,” he responded, not looking at you at all, “you got this, just call me if you have any problems.”

You watched his retreating back, wondering what had happened to put him in such a mood.

---

The rest of the semester was tough, your professors were a lot harder on you and all of your courses were kicking your ass. Worst of all, your best friend and trusty study partner had ghosted you.

[How about tonight? Can you come by]

[Can’t, sorry]

[Come on I’m dying! I need help with this so bad!]

[You got this]

You pulled your hair in frustration, wanting to scream at Jaehyun’s sudden reticence. You’d confronted him about it in the one class you shared but he just shrugged, making some lame excuse about how the coursework was so much harder than he thought it was so he needed to concentrate. You had scoffed, knowing full well that was not the case for the ace student that he was. For as long as you’d known him he had always been the one who’d gotten the highest grades in every class he was in. You had persisted, trying to get it out of him but the professor had started speaking, and as soon as class had finished he’d left to talk to some other friends.

Maybe you two were drifting apart, and you hadn’t noticed, too busy with school and trying to avoid your feelings for Lucas. You shook your head at the thought of Lucas, but as if your thoughts could conjure him he suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Hi noona,” he whispered, cognizant of the bent over backs of the other students studying at the library around you. You gaped at him as he pulled out the chair across from you at the table you were at. “Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fully aware that you should say no, but your head betrayed you and nodded at him. He smiled widely and your heart thumped in your chest.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a seat and spreading out his books, “the other tables were full, you really saved my life.”

You just nodded, trying to look anywhere but at his face, but he just kept smiling so charmingly you couldn’t help it. You’d sneak a look up at him now and then, and every time he would catch you and smile. The two of you didn’t talk very much, mostly because you didn’t want to disturb the quiet but also because you didn’t want whatever was happening to go any further. Lucas, however, had different expectations.

“Hey, if you’re not busy after this, maybe we can go for a coffee? Catch up? I feel like I haven’t really spent any time with you.” The smile he leveled at you this time was so dazzling you were momentarily blinded.

“Um,” you started, your brain short-circuiting, “I… uh… don’t think-”

“Aww, come on, noona! I haven’t seen you in so long! Please, just one coffee?” he made a face that resembled that one emoji you used so often that Jaehyun had it saved in his phone instead of your name.

You opened your mouth to say no, you had really meant to, your lips even forming the word, but he kept looking at you with that face and you knew you were done for.

“Sure,” you said in defeat, “just one, though.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands in glee, forgetting where he was, and when the people around him shot him dirty looks he slapped his hand over his mouth in a comically over-dramatic display. You couldn’t help but laugh, looking up just in time to see Jaehyun walking past your table. He stared between the two of you, not saying a word. You stood up to call him over but he turned away from you abruptly and walked away.

“Let’s go, noona,” Lucas called you, and you looked between him and your best friend, torn as to who to follow. You had to admit Jaehyun’s coldness towards you was hurting you, but you had reached out to him and he had shut you down. You packed up your stuff and followed Lucas to the cafe.

Later that night you got a text from Jaehyun:

[Remember our pact]

You wanted to throw your phone and scream at him for being so frustrating. You decided to ignore him, since that’s what he had been doing to you. You didn’t bother answering his text, and for the first time in your decade-long friendship you didn’t text him ‘good night’.

---

“Hey, we have room, wanna ride home with us?”

It was winter break, and everyone who was going home was standing on the curb waiting for their pickup. You spotted Jaehyun, and even though the two of you still hadn’t spoken, you couldn’t help but offer. He started at the sound of your voice, almost smiled, before he shook his head.

“Thanks, but my dad is on his way,” he kicked at the ground with the toe of his shoe when you didn’t say anything in response, then finally looked away.

Truth be told, you were hurt. You’d been hurt since the day you two stopped talking, the day you went for coffee with Lucas. You had tried to keep your attention on Lucas, which wouldn’t have been too hard because he talked so animatedly, but your mind kept going over Jaehyun’s reaction when he saw the two of you. You couldn’t make sense of it, and you couldn’t make sense of his sudden disinterest. You had been friends for most of your lives, and he had never acted that way before. You finally settled on the fact that he probably didn’t want to be your friend anymore, college changes people after all, and his plans for after graduation were so grandiose and involved and probably definitely didn’t include you. A sadness had washed over you then, the two of you had been inseparable since middle school, you hadn’t gone a day without seeing him or speaking to him. The prospect of him not being in your life hurt you more than you would ever admit.

Turning away from him you loaded your bags into the trunk of your mom’s car, while Mark climbed into the passenger’s seat, excitedly relaying the details of his day-to-day to your ever-patient mom. You got into the backseat and closed your eyes, wanting to forget your college experience for a while.

---

Four days into your break you couldn’t escape it.

“Honey, set three more places for dinner, the Jeongs are coming over.”

Your hand froze midway to placing the silverware on the table at your mom’s statement.

“Are you serious?” you asked in shock.

“What are you so surprised for? We always have them over during your breaks. Besides, I haven’t seen Jaehyun in months, I want to know how he’s doing in senior year.”

Your mom had unofficially adopted Jaehyun, when you were kids his parents had been busy with work, so he had spent a lot of time at your house. Your mom loved doting on him because he was so polite and well-mannered, almost an antithesis to the hellraiser that was your younger brother.

Dinner had been a calm affair, the parents speaking amongst themselves, while you picked at your food and Mark occasionally would start talking at breaks in the conversation. Jaehyun sat across from you, looking much more relaxed than he did at school. He was always polite around your parents, but you noticed he seemed lighter, freer, smiled and joked more. He even spared you a glance here and there, the corners of his mouth almost turning up into a smile.

“Oh mom, guess who’s going to our school now?” Mark suddenly burst out.

“Lucas is back, right? I spoke to his mom. That’s wonderful that you’re back together.” Your mom smiled fondly at your brother. At the mention of Lucas’ name you looked over at Jaehyun, who dropped his gaze, suddenly intensely preoccupied with his broccoli.

“Yeah! And I think he likes noona!” Mark looked at you while he said this, waggling his eyebrows. You smacked him hard in the arm.

“Not at all, that is not happening,” you protested, shooting daggers with your eyes at your brother. He only shrugged, rubbing his arm where you had hit him.

“Whatever, I know you guys go on coffee dates and he texts you all the time! I see that stupid look on his face when he’s texting,” he screwed up his face and mimicked Lucas texting on his phone and everyone laughed. 

Everyone, except Jaehyun. He looked at you, with something like hurt in his eyes, before he looked away quickly.

“That is not true, we went on one coffee date, one!” you emphasized the word by putting up your index finger, “and it is not me he is texting all the time, trust me,” you added firmly.

Your mom just smiled. “I’m not opposed to Lucas, he’s a sweet boy,” she stated, “the only other boy I’d be happy about you dating is Jaehyun.” She smiled sweetly at him while his parents smiled at you, both nodding in approval.

Normally when she said things like this you would just roll your eyes at her, reminding her that you and Jaehyun were just friends, but this time you felt your palms get sweaty and your face felt warm. You looked over at Jaehyun and he still hadn’t looked up from his plate, but his ears were as red as the tomato sauce on the pasta.

“Am I the only one here who would be happy with no one dating?” your dad finally spoke up. “Not that I don’t approve of any of you, I just think senior year is hard enough as it is.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his wine while your mom patted him soothingly on the shoulder.

“Yes, yes, we’re not suggesting anything, merely stating our preferences.” She looked over at Jaehyun’s mom, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile.

---

After dinner you and Jaehyun were tasked with doing the dishes, while the parents relaxed in the living room and Mark cleaned off the table.

“You, uh, missed a spot,” you held up the plate to Jaehyun, indicating the still soapy area with a sweep of your finger. He nodded and took it from you, passing it under the running water and handing it back. You dried it carefully, watching him as you did, the silence between you so heavy it felt like a weight on your chest.

“It’s nice being home, isn’t it?” you attempted conversation hesitantly.

He nodded, thankfully not ignoring you, and actually smiled to himself. “Yeah, really nice.”

You brightened at those three words, and at the fairly pleasant conversation you were having, the first in such a long time.

“Right? It feels so nice.” You agreed, unable to stop the wide smile forming on your face. He finally looked over at you and couldn’t help smiling himself.

“It feels good to be away from the pressures of-” he cleared his throat, “-uh, school.”

“Mm,” you nodded, feeling there was something in his tone you couldn’t place. Determined to ignore it and mend the rift in your friendship, you elbowed him lightly in the arm, “Hey, bet you can’t beat me in Mario Kart!”

He laughed, turning off the water and wiping his hands. “We’ll see.”

---

You spent the rest of the break almost inseparable again, your friendship back to what it had been. The happiness you felt was indescribable, sometimes you even surprised yourself at the giddiness you would feel when you could spend time with him. You just figured it was the hurt you’d felt all those months finally being soothed away. Jaehyun was an important person in your life so naturally it would make sense that you would be happy that he was back in it.

On the last night of your break the two of you were sitting on the floor in your bedroom, laughing over old photos. After flipping through a few more, he came across a photo of you with one arm around Lucas and the other around Mark. The smile instantly left his face, and he quickly shoved the photo back in the box.

When you saw his reaction you suddenly felt defensive. “You know it really was just one coffee, it’s not like I was dating him so I didn’t break our pact.”

“Technically still a date.” He responded without looking at you, just shuffling photos around in the box haphazardly.

“Ugh! Fine! It was a stupid date, are you happy?” you threw the photos you were holding across the floor in exasperation. You felt your face heating up, an irrational anger overtaking you. In all the years you’d known him you didn’t remember being this upset at him and it surprised you.

He stayed silent, picking up the photos you had thrown and arranging them back in the box. In your anger you probably weren’t seeing things clearly, but when you looked at his face you thought he might have looked sad.

“It didn’t continue though, I can tell you that.” You don’t know why you felt the urge to be so defensive, why you felt the burning need to convince him there was nothing going on between you and Lucas. But when he finally nodded and looked at you, a small smile adorning his face, your heart suddenly felt lighter.

“Alright, you get off on a technicality,” he smiled, almost shyly, when he saw your face brighten.

“Good! Now are you gonna start helping me study again? I think I failed my midterms because of you,” you grumbled good-naturedly.

“I doubt that,” he chuckled, “you’re a lot better at studying than you think you are.”

---

The second semester started where the first had left off, with a grueling workload that left your brain a mushy mess by the end of each day. You felt you handled it a lot better with your best friend by your side again, but when you got the results of your midterms you were shocked to see you had done better than you thought.

“I don’t want to say I told you so, but-” Jaehyun was looking over your shoulder as you saw your results, “I told you so.”

“Huh,” was all you could say. So all those late nights buried in your books, those solitary back-breaking hours in the library, they all paid off. You looked over at Jaehyun, who was smiling smugly at you. You realized that he had helped you, even though he hadn’t been around. Sometimes when your brain had enough you would think of him, how he would always encourage you when you were frustrated, how he would tell you silly stories and make you laugh when you needed a break.

“Thanks,” you said sincerely, starting to realize just what an effect your best friend had on your life. He shrugged, glancing away momentarily before he looked you in the eye.

“I didn’t really do anything, and actually I’m sorry for ghosting you when I did,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground, “that was really dumb of me.”

You were about to ask him what that was all about when you saw Mark and Lucas walking towards you.

“Hi noona!” they said in unison, accidentally it seemed as they both looked at each other in shock before dissolving into a fit of giggles. They nodded at Jaehyun who nodded back, ever polite, except he’d crossed his arms and puffed out his chest a little, looking almost intimidating.

“Hey guys,” you responded, irked at being interrupted since you were about to interrogate Jaehyun, “don’t you have class right now?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re on our way,” Mark rolled his eyes at you and tugged at Lucas’ arm, “let’s go dude.”

Lucas hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time you were all standing there, and hesitated as Mark pulled at him.

“Hey, noona, can we meet up later?” he asked, and you had to admire him for his boldness and dedication, despite the fact that you had pretty much avoided him since your last coffee date.

“Uh, I’m kinda busy today,” you responded quickly, but he didn’t back down.

“Aw, how about tomorrow then? Please?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know that Jaehyun was burning a hole in your face with his eyes, and you could feel the sweat forming on your palms at the situation you were in. You wanted to curse Lucas out for doing this in front of an audience. As it was, Mark was watching the entire scene unfold with unbridled glee.

“Come on, noona, give him a chance!” Mark piped up, deciding to add to your agony. Lucas made that puppy-dog face that had swayed you the last time.

“Sorry, guys, but she’ll be busy for the rest of the semester,” Jaehyun suddenly spoke up, his tone broached no debate, “I’ll be making sure she’s studying.”

It was the last straw, you’d had enough with the three of them. “Ugh!” you exclaimed, balling your hands into fists, “I’ve had it!”

The three of them recoiled in shock at your outburst, a trio of wide eyes and open mouths that was almost comical if you weren’t so angry.

“You!” you pointed at Lucas, “I told you I’m busy so you need to accept my answer! And you!” you pointed in turn at your brother, “Mind your goddamn business!” He just shrugged and made a face, mimicking you yelling at him.

“And you!” you finally turned to Jaehyun, who was watching you with a mixture of admiration and fear, “I can speak for myself so stay out of it!”

You didn’t bother to stick around to see any of their reactions, just turning on your heel and walking away.

---

You’d gotten texts for the rest of the day from both Lucas and Jaehyun apologizing but you weren’t in the mood to discuss the situation with either of them. Radio silence from your brother though, as expected. You were looking forward to spending some time alone anyway, so you trudged back to your dorm after a long day of classes. Walking towards your room you saw Lucas standing outside your door.

“Noona, don’t get mad,” he raised his hands up in supplication as you approached, “I just wanted to apologize and you weren’t responding to my texts.”

You sighed, too exhausted to be mad anymore. “It’s okay, Lucas. Thanks for coming by.” You walked by him to unlock your door, wanting to just collapse on your bed, but he stopped you, putting his six foot tall frame between you and your door. “Lucas, please, I’m tired.”

He bent his head towards you, eyes searching your face, eyebrows furrowed. “Noona,” he started, his voice soft, “do you like me?”

You were taken aback by the sudden question, and by his face now so close to yours.

“I mean, I hope you don’t still think of me as a kid,” he continued, eyes roaming towards your lips, “because I’m a man now.”

The line should have made you laugh, at any other time you would have, but something was drawing you towards him, and before you could stop yourself your lips met his.

It was only a brief touch, because you realized in that moment that you felt nothing, so you broke away quickly. The sound of the stairwell door opening broke the silence between you, and you turned to see Jaehyun standing in the open doorway. You’ll never forget the look on his face.

Sadness. Hurt.

“Jaehyun!” you called out, but he had already turned, his back to you as he disappeared down the stairs. Without a thought you ran after him, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Jaehyun! Please stop!” you yelled frantically as you raced down the stairs, but he was too far ahead of you and out the door before you could stop him. When you finally got down you opened the door to a downpour, and realizing you had no umbrella you stopped short. You could see Jaehyun walking away through the sheeting rain, and once again you called out to him.

“Jaehyun!” you shouted, your voice strained, “Please come back inside!”

He stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, but made no move to come back. You couldn’t see his face from this distance but the dejected set of his shoulders told you all you needed to know. You stepped forward into the rain, determined to bring him back inside.

“Y/N, stop! You’ll get wet!” he ran towards you, arms outstretched, but you wouldn’t be deterred. When you reached him your emotions finally overcame you and you shoved him hard in the chest. It barely moved him, but he still looked at you in shock.

“Tell me why!” you yelled, unable to hold yourself back, “Why does it bother you so much? If he likes me or I like him? Huh?” you shoved him again, your anger and frustration taking over your rational mind, “It’s not just because of our stupid pact, so tell me what’s going on!”

He hadn’t said a thing, hadn’t even looked at you, had barely reacted when you pushed him. He just kept his head down, the rain running in rivulets down his hair.

“Jaehyun,” you tried again, pleading this time, your anger dissipating at the sight of him looking so defeated, drenched in rain, “Please, talk to me.”

He finally looked up, but not at you. Staring at something far in the distance he finally spoke, in a voice so low you had to strain to hear him over the patter of the rain, and a tone so despondent it made your heart ache.

“I like you, Y/N,” he sighed, “actually, screw it, I’m in love with you. I’ll admit it.” He dropped his head again, unwilling to look at you or see your reaction.

You, however, were glad he wasn’t looking at you, because your jaw dropped open in shock. But your brain took a little longer to catch up with your heart, because while you were putting the pieces together in your head, you felt a lightness in your chest, like a heavy weight had been lifted.

“Jaehyun?” you whispered, the puzzle pieces finally coming together. His actions finally made sense, but what had been even more enlightening was that your own feelings were starting to make sense as well.

“Come on, let’s go inside, you’ll get sick,” he put his hands over your head in a feeble attempt to protect you from the rain, and ushered you back inside the dorm. You walked back up the stairs in silence, and when you opened the door to your floor you were relieved to see Lucas was gone.

“Come inside,” you grabbed his hand since he had turned to leave, “you should dry off.”

He nodded, still not meeting your eyes, and followed you into your room. You grabbed a towel and handed it to him, grabbing one for yourself and squeezing the rain out of your hair.

“Thanks,” he said, rubbing the towel one last time over his head before handing it back to you, “I should go.”

You were about to answer him, but you were suddenly overcome by a violent shiver, your entire body shuddering from the damp cold of your rain-soaked clothes.

“Y/N!” he stepped towards you, eyes wide with alarm, “I told you not to come out in the rain!” he reprimanded you, taking the towel from you and rubbing it vigorously over your arms.

“I-I’m f-fine,” you tried to talk but your teeth were chattering too much so you just closed your mouth.

“You need to take off your wet clothes,” he grabbed a fluffy blanket from your bed, wrapped it around your shoulders and turned his head away, “I won’t look, I promise.”

At any other time you would be embarrassed, or throw him out of the room, but you knew he was right, and somehow you felt good about him being there for you. You stripped out of your clothes down to your bra and panties, as he held the blanket over you, finally feeling warmer as you wrapped the blanket around yourself.

“Better?” he asked, still not looking your way.

“Yes, thank you,” you said quietly, tugging at his arm to indicate he could turn around again. When he did, you noticed he was shivering.

“Oh Jaehyun! You need to get out of your wet clothes too!” you immediately ran to your closet and pulled out another warm blanket and draped it over him. You turned away to give him some privacy but he was struggling so much you ended up helping him, peeling away his water-logged hoodie and jeans. When he was down to his boxers you finally turned away, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding from the image of his bare chest and abs. You’d known him your entire life and had no idea he was hiding that.

Not the time to be thinking about that, you scolded yourself internally.

“Better?” you asked, not turning around because you felt your face was still hot and you didn’t want him to see.

“Uh, y-yeah,” he tried to lie but the stuttering betrayed him, and when you turned around you saw that he was still shivering, tugging the blanket tightly around himself, smiling weakly at you in a lame attempt to convince you that he was fine.

“Oh my god,” you immediately went into first-aid mode, recalling what you needed to do, “come here.” You opened your blanket and walked towards him.

“W-what are you d-doing?” his eyes grew wide and he actually pulled the blanket tighter around himself, like you were some kind of pervert coming to take his innocence.

“Relax, you need body heat,” you pulled at his blanket and he finally relented, opening it up to you and you stepped into his embrace.

It wasn’t supposed to feel good, you were only supplying him with much needed body heat, if anything it should have been embarrassing because you were both in your underwear, but you relaxed in his arms and it felt good. Really good.

You stood there in silence for a while, just the sound of his heart beating against your ear as you rested against his chest. You noticed he wasn’t shivering as much, but his skin was still really cold.

“Jaehyun, I think we need to get under the covers, you’re not warming up fast enough,” you didn’t look at him when you said it, you knew it would be awkward but it had to be done. He didn’t say anything for so long that you thought he hadn’t heard you, but he finally nodded and moved towards the bed. He got under the covers and you followed, wrapping your arms and legs around him and piling all the blankets on top of the both of you. It was hot and stuffy but you endured it, too worried about your best friend to care about anything else. Finally his teeth stopped chattering, his skin feeling less cold and clammy against yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I know, next time don’t go out in the rain like I told you!” you said sternly.

“No, not about that,” he sighed, “well, yeah that too. I just- I should have said something when I knew how I felt about you, save us from all this trouble, and- you know, me acting like a jerk.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” you turned your face to look at him, but he still wouldn’t meet your eyes, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

“I was scared, I guess. Scared you didn’t feel the same way, that you’d hate me, and then our friendship would be ruined and I didn’t want to lose you that way,” he blew out a long breath, “But I guess I ruined it anyway.”

“Nothing’s ruined, Jaehyun,” you said in a quiet voice, so low maybe he didn’t hear you. Except he had. He finally turned his head to look at you, but this time it was you who couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I wondered why I was so upset and angry, and hurt, when you stopped talking to me, I mean, I’ve lost friends before and never felt like that. And then over winter break when we started talking again, I felt so happy? You know? And so whole. Like I’d gotten back a part of me that I’d lost.” 

You stopped talking, relieved to have worked through your feelings and gotten it out in the open, but you suddenly became aware of how cringey everything you had said sounded. “Ugh, sorry, that was a lot.”

“Y/N, look at me,” his voice was still soft, but why had you never noticed how low his voice was? When you didn’t move, he gently tipped your chin so you were facing him. He looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

“Does this mean you like m-” he stopped mid-sentence, because you were drawn towards him, your face getting closer and closer to his. He stared wide-eyed for a moment, before he closed the distance and kissed you.

The stars and fireworks and weakened knees, and that heart-racing feeling you had expected when you kissed Lucas (and didn’t happen) actually happened this time. And then some. When his lips met yours you felt an electricity that spread throughout your entire body, all the way down to your toes. You felt a tenderness in the way his lips moved, an almost reverent form of adulation that made you crave more. Suddenly you were very aware of your near nakedness, as his now warm hand snaked around your bare back and pulled you closer to him. Everywhere your bare skin touched his felt like it was on fire, and it wasn’t from all of the blankets still stacked on top of you. When he pulled away you were panting, chest heaving, heat burning in your core.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” his eyes searched yours, seemingly ready to give in if you decided to kick him out right then and there.

“You mean this wasn’t your plan? To go out and get drenched in the rain so we’d have to strip down to our underwear and cuddle for warmth?” you asked cheekily.

“Hmm, that did work out perfectly, didn’t it?” he laughed, and the deep rumble of it reverberated in your chest all the way down to your core.

“Jaehyun,” your breathing quickened, your body reacting to him almost involuntarily, “come here,” you pulled him so that he was on top of you, and he braced his arms on either side of you so that he didn’t rest his entire weight on you. You spread your legs so that he could nestle in between them, and when you felt him, already half-hard, against you, you bit your lip. He watched you, eyes dark, but still didn’t make a move.

“Y/N, are you sure?” he brushed strands of hair away from your face, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“I like you, Jaehyun. More than a friend. And right now I just want you.” To prove your point you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed, and it was his turn to inhale sharply as he felt you rub up against him. He dropped his head to your shoulder, kissing along your collarbone to your neck, and when you threaded your fingers through his hair, he sucked harshly on your skin. You moaned and he bucked his hips, your hands roamed his body until you reached the waistband of his boxers, which you tugged at until they were off. You reached around, wanting to feel his cock in your hand, your fingers wrapping around the hot, velvety skin.

“Y/N,” he groaned, pulling away from your neck to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You pumped his cock in your hand a few times, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum around the head. He was breathing heavily as you worked your hand on him, before he reached down and yanked your panties off in one go. You squeaked a little at the sudden movement, but before you knew what was happening he was taking your hand off his cock, positioning the tip of it at your entrance.

“Jaehyun,” your voice cut off into a strangled cry as he entered you, tears pricking your eyes at the stretch and the intense pleasure you were feeling from it.

“Y/N,” he groaned again, pausing when he was all the way inside you, attacking your neck and jawline with kisses. He pulled back to look at you, eyes full of a mixture of adoration and lust. You touched his cheek, heart full at the sight of the boy you’d loved your entire life, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

He returned your fervor with his own, with every movement of his lips you could feel his want, his need for you, his devotion. When you moaned into his mouth he bucked his hips, and you broke from his lips to gasp loudly as he began to thrust inside you.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned his name, biting your lip, slightly self-conscious at the needy whines that were escaping your mouth. But they seemed to encourage him, and with every sound of pleasure you made his intensity ramped up, until you could feel your orgasm building.

“Mm, I’m gonna c-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, could barely warn him because your orgasm overtook you, after a particularly deep thrust that had pressed you hard into the mattress. He groaned loudly as you clenched around him, still thrusting, until he suddenly pulled you flush against him, holding you tightly as he came inside you.

You were both sweating, breathing heavily, but you knew in that moment that everything was as it should be. You turned your face towards his, currently buried in your shoulder, and kissed his cheek and along his jawline until he was smiling, causing his dimples to emerge. You kissed those too.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft, pushing strands of damp hair away from your face.

“Very much okay,” you nodded, your heart and mind at peace.

---

Epilogue

“Mm, Jae, we should get outside and join everyone...”

“Not yet, you smell too good, taste too good too.”

You stifled a moan as he sucked lightly on your neck, “No marks!” you smacked him on the chest, “I don’t want hickies in my grad photos!”

He laughed, nuzzling his nose in your neck instead, his hands on your hips under your gown. You’d been on your way to the graduation ceremony when you passed an empty classroom and he’d pulled you in for a quick makeout session. Except it hadn’t been quick, and now you were running late.

“Alright,” he sighed dramatically, “let’s go, wouldn’t want you to miss this important ceremony.” If it had been up to Jaehyun you would’ve both skipped the ceremony and gone to the beach instead, or just stayed in bed watching netflix. He didn’t care for ceremonies, he’d done his work and graduated, but he knew how important it was for you. You’d worked hard and wanted to celebrate it, with all of your friends and family by your side, especially Jaehyun. 

He adjusted the cap on your head, smiling fondly at you as you fiddled with your gown nervously. “You look great,” he reassured you, “perfect, I’d say.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, forgetting about your lip gloss and reaching up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Oops!” you tried to wipe as much of it off with the pad of your thumb but he just laughed.

“Can’t be helped, let’s go,” he grabbed you by the hand and led you into the quad where the ceremony would be held. As you made your way to your seats you saw your brother and Lucas approaching.

“Hey guys, congrats, this is so cool!” as usual Mark was excited, looking around at everything with awe. Lucas stood beside him, smiling widely at the two of you.

“Hi noo- Y/N,” he corrected himself, then nodded at Jaehyun, “hyung,”

“Hi Lucas,” you smiled back at him.

“Congratulations on graduating,” he continued, looking between you and Jaehyun, “you guys worked hard.”

“Thanks Lucas,” you were genuinely thankful to him, he’d been really chill when you ended up telling him about you and Jaehyun, even winking at you and saying he’d had a suspicion about you and Jaehyun liking each other all along. You had just rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, how did everyone else see it except you?

“Yeah, thanks man,” Jaehyun seemed grateful too, shaking his hand and pulling him in for a bro hug. When they pulled away from each other you gave Lucas a hug as well, before you all took your seats for the ceremony.

---

Later, long after the ceremony ended, you and Jaehyun sat in the empty bleachers as the sun began to set. He kept his arms around you as the early evening breeze began to pick up.

“So this is it,” you mused, looking around at the campus you’d spent four years of your life at. “The end.”

“Hm,” Jaehyun hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I guess we broke our pact,” you couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

“I guess so,” he laughed, “who’s stupid idea was that pact anyway?”

“Hey!” you smacked him on the knee, “it was a good idea at the time!”

He just laughed again, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flush against his chest. You settled like that for a moment, just content in his arms as he played with strands of your hair. “It all worked out in the end, though, didn’t it?”

You smiled, turning in his arms to face him. “It sure did.”

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Something Immortal

word count - 3k

warnings: suicide attempt, drug use, addiction, cursing, teenagers being gross

pairing: model!Todoroki x canon!Bakugo

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"Holy shit guys he posted!!" Mina squeals, vaulting herself over the couch to reach the rest of the Bakusquad sitting on the common room carpet. An old original copy of Monopoly splayed out in the center of their group.

"Ooh, show us! Show us!" Kaminari leans forward, swiping half of the properties off the board in the process.

Sero groans, "Dude you do this every time!!"

The blond pouts, "Hey it's your fault I was losing."

Kirishima just chuckles, picking up his dog piece from jail and throwing it into the box.

"Your smart people game can wait," Mina tugs on Sero's ponytail, "He hasn't posted in weeks."

"Oh my god he's so fucking hot," Kaminari's knee-jerk reaction is whispered as soon as he sees the post.

Todoroki Shouto, one of Japan- and America's- most well-known models. The teenager, who happens to be their age, regularly models for magazines like Vogue, Joker, and Elle. The teenager who has starred in countless American and Japanese short and independent films. The teenager who just so happens to be the son of the number one hero, Endeavor.

No one knows his quirk, but it just adds to the mystery. Some people theorize he's quirkless, but others think he's got a crazy dangerous quirk, which is why he's a model instead of an aspiring hero. Not like he's not perfect for the job, with his gorgeous bi-colored hair and heterochromatic eyes. The scar on his left side somehow only adds to his beauty. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, you simp for Todoroki Shouto.

But that's the obvious, now this photo- this photo.

"It's ethereal, I've never seen him look so serene before."

"He's an actual angel."

"How is he only eighteen?!"

Mina nods as Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima go through the seven stages of grief just looking at the photo.

Kirishima's eyes dart to Todoroki's username... which is just Shouto. In fact, the Todoroki name isn't mentioned once on his account, a fact that has hundreds of conspiracy theories on its own.

"Hey Meens, can we stalk him real quick? I wanna see who he's following."

She grins, "Well anything for you, munchkin."

Sero snorts. Their couple nicknames never fail to amuse anyone within hearing range.

"Ugh gross," Kaminari gags as Mina giggles, swiping off of the picture (which already has over 600,000) and onto his main page.

It's simple, plain yet elegant in the way only a PR manager could manage.

The bio is a link to his most recent shoot with some magazine that Kirishima doesn't recognize, the profile picture is a rare shot of him smiling, a blue checkmark, and a follower count of over four million.

His following count, however, is the shocker.

"He only follows fourteen people?" Sero whispers, clicking on the number.

"Huh," Mina turns the phone slightly so she can see, "Who is he following?"

"Let's see," Sero squints, eyes scrolling down the list, "Hawks... his siblings... Mirko... some American models... his agency's profile... and- wait, isn't that Bakugo?"

"HAH?" Mina yells, whipping the phone around and clicking on the profile.

Sure enough, a slew of photos shows up on her screen, all of their resident blond pomeranian glaring at the camera in various locations.

"He- WHAT?? It must be a glitch!" Mina scrambles frantically, eyes darting across the screen.

"Uh, yeah," Kirishima chuckles, "a glitch."

Mina scrolls up numerous times as if refreshing the page will help.

"I mean what other explanation can you think of?! It's not like Thee Todoroki Shouto would know our Bakugou, they're totally in different leagues." Mina sounds absolutely scandalized, causing Sero to laugh.

"I don't know, Meens, the proof is right there. We should ask him about it!"

"And what- DIE?" Kaminari reasons.

Sero nods, "Fair point."

"Pussies." Mina stands, planting her manicured hands on the edge of the couch, "I'll ask him myself."

-

"I REFUSE." A fourteen-year-old Shouto screams at his father.

"what do you mean you refuse? Shouto she's a lovely girl, and you need to procreate while you're still young if you're not going to become a hero like I want. You get one or the other." Todoroki Enji grabs his youngest child by the arm to lead him out of the kitchen, but Shouto jerks out of his grip. "Wh- SHOUTO."

"I'm going to live with Fuyumi. She'll take care of me." He holds his ground, shaking his father off when he tries once again to physically lead him out of the room.

"OH?" Enji bellows a laugh, "And how do you expect she'll find the money to take you in? Raising a teenager is expensive, you know, and she's only a simple school teacher."

"She's not a simple anything. And I- I'll find a way. We'll be fine. I already talked to several agencies."

"...agencies?"

-

"Wait, Mina!!" Kaminari calls after the girl, but she's a woman on a mission and there's no stopping her.

They arrive at Bakugo's door in a heap, Kaminari clawing at Mina while she knocks calmly. Kirishima and Sero stand to watch because they have no idea what else to do. (They're just as nervous as Kaminari but they're more afraid of Mina if they're being honest.)

A crash comes from inside the room, but soon their resident angry boy is slamming open his door and glaring at them. The normalcy is comforting.

"Do you fuckers realize what fucking time it is?"

"Yes~" Mina coos sweetly, "I know old men need their sleep but it's only 8:30 and we have a question."

He sighs aggressively and stretches his arms behind his back, cracking his shoulders and then his neck, Kaminari whimpers in fear.

"Alright, what do you want pinky?"

She's practically vibrating with excitement at this point.

"Why is Todoroki Shouto following you on Instagram?"

Bakugo seems to mull over this for a moment, and then he just shrugs.

Mina nods like this answers any part of her question, "That's what I thought, funny glitch. He's pretty hot though, right?"

The rest of the group nods emphatically.

Bakugo scratches his leg with his other heel, "He's not ugly, I guess."

Mina waves her arms around in Bakugo's general direction, "See!!? Even the straight guy agrees!!"

"No one was disagreeing with you, Mina." Sero snickers.

Bakugo grunts, then promptly slams the door in their faces.

"Well I guess that was more than he'd usually do at this time, we're lucky we didn't get exploded." Kirishima muses.

Kaminari nods, shuddering at the thought.

"Welp! That answers our question!" Although it really didn't, no one was about to argue with Mina, "Anyway I'm going to bed."

"Say hi to your vibe for me!" Sero whispers after her.

She waves as she marches away, humming to herself.

-

Shouto stares at the street below.

He wonders if he'd die falling from a height like this. He hopes he doesn't hit anyone.

Slowly, he removes his expensive sneakers, dropping them on the modelling agency's roof beside him. It's breezy tonight, and Shouto, freshly sixteen, has nothing to live for anymore. So he won't.

Stepping carefully over the guardrail, not sure why since he's about to jump. Maybe part of him is still afraid.

Whatever he can get over it.

His thin frame wobbles in the wind, and he breathes deeply, too focused on relaxing to notice the roof door opening, and hurried steps coming up behind him.

A warm hand grabs him, almost startling him off the side of the building.

The interruption heaves heavy breaths in his ear as they both topple down onto the concrete floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Oh, it's Bakugo.

The only child of his manager, Mitsuki Bakugo, who happens to be a nosy little shit who can't stay out of other people's business.

"Get OFF" Shouto shoves him, frantically scrambling toward the railing again. He needs this.

"NO! Todoroki get the fuck back-"

"It's SHOUTO." blood spurts onto his gray sweater and he realizes with muted horror that he just elbowed his employer's son in the nose.

"Fuck I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He bends down, removing his trashed pullover, and holds it to his friend's nose.

Bakugo snorts, "Sorry- Shouto I mean." He winces when Shouto presses harder into his face, "I'll forgive you if you don't jump."

Shouto sighs, "You know why I was going to."

Bakugo visibly calms at the use of past tense, the outburst must have snapped him out of it.

"Your mom, right?" Shouto tenses.

"Yeah I- he barred me from ever seeing her again and I- I don't know what to do." He shudders and pulls his pills from his pants pocket.

He wonders what his mom would say if she found out her baby was addicted to drugs.

Bakugou frowns but lets his friend take the pill, not sure what to say.

"Fucking piece of shit. Is that even legal?"

"Legally the number two hero can do whatever the fuck he wants. We live in a flawed world, Bakugo.

"I- Shouto."

"Hmm?" Shouto collapses onto the ground, crunching the pill and sighing as he feels the effects start to take almost immediately.

"I care- I care about you, okay? So please let me help you. Let me get you help."

A tear slips down to Shouto's ear without his permission, he wipes it away as quickly as it came.

"I don't know, Bakugo. You haven't exactly seemed to like me in the past. Even though I like to think we're friends I know you don't feel the same." He frowns, admiring the shine of wetness on his palm in the moonlight.

Bakugo grumbles, "Don't fuckin' tell me what I do and don't feel. I really fuckin' care about you even though I'm an ass about it, okay? I'm not good with emotions so don't expect much from me. But I do want you to be happy and I don't think the uh- the pills are helping."

The blond holds out a hand and reluctantly Shouto slaps the container into it.

"Fine," he mumbles, "you're uh- not as bad as I thought."

Bakugo snorts, "You're just as bad as I thought, but I like you anyway."

Against his will, Shouto finds himself blushing, thankful that it's mostly hidden in the dark.

"C'mon," Bakugo gestures to his own chest, "I know you could use one."

Shouto whimpers as he curls himself into the blond's strong frame. He's built a lot of muscle since starting at UA this year.

A strong hand rubs along his back and Shouto finds he can't hold back his tears any longer as the shock starts to set in.

Fuck he almost just killed himself.

"Thanks, Bakugo."

"I almost just watched you die, you can call me Katsuki."

"Thanks, Katsuki."

"No problem, Shouto."

-

The Bakusquad once again finds themselves playing a game on the common room floor, this time Sorry, much to Sero's chagrin.

"Sorry!" Kirishima grins cheekily as he kicks Sero's piece back to his home base.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck you guys-" He groans, flopping back onto the loveseat behind him, only to get an eyeful of Bakugo Katsuki's ass, "Oh hey Bakugou!"

"Wh- OI TAPE FACE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE LOOKING-"

Sero snickers, patting Bakugou on the hip, "Sorry dude, it was literally right there."

Small explosions popped from Bakugo's hands as he growled down at Sero.

"Aw come on blasty he's just playing and WHERE are you going dressed like that???!!!"

Bakugo blushes and tugs his light blue blazer down farther.

"I have a date." He mutters, tugging his sleeves.

“Sorry,” Kaminari laughs, “I think I misheard you. Sounded like you said ‘I have a date.’”

Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Because I do, dipshit.” He sighs, checking his -expensive-looking- watch, “Just watch the independent film awards when they’re on. I think it’s like four hours from now that it starts.”

“Whyyyy would you have anything to do with that?” Kirishima groans, very lost.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grunts, digging his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates and checking something before humming and striding towards the front door.

He looks unusually elegant, hair slicked back probably as well as Bakugo’s hair can be, shirt tucked in, a few rings on his fingers, barely visible and yet beautifully drawn eyeliner. He’s… pretty.

The three remaining members of the Bakusquad, as well as the rest of the common room, sit there in awe as he shoves a permission slip in Iida’s blubbering face.

“I- Wh- Bakugo is this from Aizawa? You cannot just leave!!”

“Fuck off glasses, I have his fuckin’ blessing or whatever.”

“Bakugo!”

The blond shoots a middle finger off behind him and slams the door shut, leaving a stunned common room in his wake.

“Uh, well, that happened.” Jirou drones blandly from her place on the couch with Momo.

“Awards show watch party, anyone?!” Uraraka grins, standing, “I’ll get the mochi!!”

“I’ll make tea,” Momo stands as well, dusting off her perfectly clean jeans. Jirou groans at the loss of her girlfriend’s warmth and flops over on the couch.

“This is stupid, he probably got invited by some pro hero and he’s just going to yell at the paparazzi if he’s even gonna be there.” She pouts.

“Well,” Sero grins, “anyone wanna play Monopoly while we wait?”

Kaminari throws the Sorry board at his head.

-

“Alright, is everyone ready!!? The red carpet is about to start!!” Hagakure squeals, even though the entirety of class 3-A (minus Bakugo) is there.

“So… what exactly are we watching this for?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.

“Bakugo’s going to be in it apparently, the study group earlier saw him in the common room wearing a suit.” Ojiro answers.

“Not just a suit!!” Mina holds her hands out as if to deliver groundbreaking news, “A fancy suit.”

“Aren’t all suits fancy?”

“Shut up.”

“OOH LOOK there’s Arai Itō and Chiba Yoshida!! Aww, they’re so cute!” Uraraka swoons, clasping her hands together.

“I wonder when Kacchan is gonna come out, these things can take a while.”

“I honestly don’t even care, I heard Todoroki Shouto is nominated for an award this year!! Do you remember that really sad short film he was in about having an overdose? Gosh, I hope he wins.” Hagakure’s hair bow vibrates excitedly.

“THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!” She points at the bottom of the screen where a man in a pale blue dress has stepped out of a limo and onto the carpet, a heeled foot gracefully raising him to his full 6’2”.

“Holy shit he’s gorgeous.” Sero breathes, the reporters on screen basically saying the same thing.

Shouto reaches behind him and holds out a hand for the second person stepping out of the limo, broad shoulders, a shorter stature than Shouto especially with the heels, spiky blond hair, piercing red eyes-

…

“HOLY SHIT IS THAT BAKUGOU??”

The aerial camera pans down toward the blond, showing off his suit- which matches Shouto’s dress perfectly- and his, what appears to be professionally done hair.

“Holy shit does he have an undercut now!!?? We just saw him a few hours ago!” Mina screeches.

Momo shrugs, “They do that sort of thing for celebrities.” She sips her tea, unphased.

“Okay okay, we’re all ignoring the most important part. Kacchan is Todoroki’s date.” Izuku frantically waves his arms around.

“I didn’t know they knew each other,” Tokoyami muses.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sero asks no one in particular.

“Wait everyone SHUT UP they’re announcing awards!!!! Todoroki might win one! We can ask Bakugo about this when he gets back. Surely there’s an interesting story.” Uraraka chimes in, handing out mochi and popcorn.

The tv’s voice is muffled under the muttering of several class 3-A members, but Mina turns it up as the male announcer reads the winners of the award Todoroki is nominated for.

“AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SHORT ISSSSSSSSS…

TODOROKI SHOUTO!!! For his work in The End of Me and the incredible performance that shocked-”

Cheers ring through the dorms, popcorn goes flying, and Mina frantically shushes everyone as Shouto makes his way gracefully onto the stage. He accepts the award from the previous winner, bowing elegantly and stepping up to the mic.

“Hello everyone,” He begins, shooting a shy smile directly into the camera. It has always perplexed his fans how nervous he can be in real life compared to in his photoshoots. “This is a really important award to me, not only am I incredibly grateful to the panel for gracing this title upon me, but as of yesterday,” He smiles at the ground, taking a deep breath, “I’m two years clean.”

Shocked gasps ricochet through the award hall as well as through the crowd gathered around the tv.

“He did drugs, kero?” Tsu whispers.

“Mon dieux,” Aoyama shakes his head, pressing a hand to his chest, “how brave.”

Shouto clears his breath and continues, “In fact, that wasn’t the worst of it at the time, and I’m incredibly grateful to all who have supported me through my career. You keep me sane, and you keep me going. But especially, I’d like to thank my sister, brother, and my wonderful boyfriend-”

He holds an arm out to someone in the audience, and the camera pans to none other than Bakugou Katsuki, “who quite literally saved my life, and helped me drive myself back on track. I love you Katsuki, and you continue to improve my life every second that you’re in it.”

Most of 3-A are in tears at this point, and as Bakugo half-heartedly scowls into the camera, they can tell his eyes are shining too.

Shouto glances back at the camera as if directing his words to someone in particular.

“Thank you.”

And then he’s walking back down to his seat as the audience provides him with a standing ovation.

“THEY’RE DATING,” Mina sobs, shaking Kirishima’s shoulders as he sits, staring slack-jawed at the television.

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

-

Katsuki does NOT wipe tears from his eyes as he helps Shouto sit back down in his seat, but his boyfriend definitely does. His mascara, thankfully waterproof, still holds strong.

Shouto shoots him a watery smile, rubbing his arm as he pulls the blond into a hug.

“Happy two years, Katsuki.”