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[cupcakewebkinz]

Had to drop the goofy act for this because i just gotta say this

I genuinely dont understand how you don't get more attention on this blog, your tags on the reblogs always make me laugh and your writing is extremely good! You're an amazing author , and rlly funny too, im glad i get to be your mutual because i would cross the seven seas and back for writing like yours lol, keep it up buddy

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Thank you so so much I've always been like, really self conscious and this just, it really makes me feel so much better about everything I put out. I'm so glad you're my mutual too, I followed because you had such amazing art and you also made me laugh countless times- and now we mutually make each other's days and that just brings me so much joy thank you

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[radgeorgie]

i love being drunk :)

[risuola]

ENTRY #11 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I starve for your touch yet fear to savor it.

contents: arranged marriage!au, nudity, reader discretion is advised — wc. 1690

a/n: there was no way i wouldn't write a fic based on this picture. just no way.

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Satoru loves to sleep naked.

The beauty of his innate technique, the blessing that he mastered to no end, has stripped him off one of the most basic human needs — touch. He wasn’t missing it that much, he thought, but there was something in letting go of everything and allowing himself to be wrapped in the silky layers of bedsheets that made his body crave the feeling.

He has always picked expensive garments, the ones with soft fabrics and luxurious feel, despite everyone telling him it’s unreasonable to spend so much on a shirt or a pair of trousers, but to him, it did matter. To him, that was the only thing touching his body when a thin layer of infinity effectively forced everything else back. To Satoru, touch was forbidden, threatening. It was a vulnerability that he, the strongest, couldn’t afford.

But that until he’s met you. Until he’s married you.

You were one of not many people he’s made an exception for. You were able to touch him whenever you wanted because the protective surface of endless matter let you in. Because he himself altered his technique to make you capable of laying your hands on his body.

He longed for your touch. So soft, and delicate, and warm. He craved more of it and yet, despite being shameless and confident, he has not allowed himself to sleep bare even once since the day you and him were bound by the knot of matrimony. It would cross boundaries he wasn’t sure you’d wish to cross; it would make you uncomfortable, awkward maybe — and he liked the way your relationship looked like now. He liked the late evenings you talked quietly, alone and intimate in the warm embrace of sheets and your own house.

For you, he let go of the way he used to sleep before because you were worth the sacrifice, but now, you were gone for few days. You were sent on a mission away from Tokyo and the hours Satoru spent alone in bed, thinking of nothing more but your fingertips on top of his skin, made him desperate — and so, he allowed himself the comfort of soft cotton and silk.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You were tired. Exhausted even, by the intense fight you had to pull through, by the uncomfortable nights spent in the dingy hotel room, by the humid weather and rains. In moments like this, there was nothing you envied more in the world than your husband’s ability to warp from one place to another, but you got lucky. Incredibly so, because Ijichi offered you a ride home two days earlier than you were supposed to head back and you thanked all gods and devils for that man’s kindness. He was willing to put on some more road just to get you home.

“Thank you so, so much, Ijichi,” you kissed his cheek — a ghost of a peck that made him all red and steamy and you felt giddy for a moment, seeing the tips of his ears turn crimson. Adorable. You liked him, he was dutiful, polite, trustworthy and constantly terrorized by your husband, so you were determined to at least be the Gojo he likes.

“You’re very welcome,” he mumbled and fixed the frames on the bridge of his nose, pushing them up with the tip of his pointer finger. “Have a good rest.”

“You too, Ijichi.”

Then, he was gone and you were stepping into the house with a deep sense of relief washing over you. Home sweet home. If you were to guess, it was most likely somewhere around 4 am, way too early for anyone to be up — especially your husband — so you gave it your all to stay as quiet as possible. The sun was just showing its first rays from way below the horizon line, crawling up with golden hues and breaking the nightly, navy darkness.

On your toes you moved across the house. It seemed as if Gojo was spending his time alone quite ordinarily — you saw a modest stack of empty takeout boxes, much less humble pile of candy wrappers and his uniform jacket thrown over the couch backrest, along with few other little items that you struggled to differentiate in the nocturnal haze.

You put down your bag, hung up your coat and pushed off the shoes. Ghosting your way towards the bathroom, you were desperate to wash away the combat residuals. You lathered up the shower gel in a rush, desperate to rest and sleep in the comfort of your own bed and then, wrapped in the towel, you tippy-toed to the bedroom, but—

“Came back earlier?”

—you truly didn’t expect to be met with a sight like this. Your husband was awake, just barely, most likely awaken by the water running in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, hidden underneath his forearm and shielded from the lights that were slowly creeping inside, between the dark curtains and onto his face. His body seemed relaxed between the sheets. The softest, gentlest lines of golden glimmer that painted its patterns over his uncovered chest and leg, his hip and one of the muscular arms. The duvet was covering less than half of him, hiding a part of his stomach, the other leg and—

“You’re staring.”

Satoru didn’t even have to look at you to know that your gaze was lingering on his frame. On his very, very naked frame, just barely concealed by the comforter.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks and reaching the tips of your ears and you thanked the darkness for hiding it away. You walked around the bed, hoping to find your pajama where you left it and trying to force your head out of the gutter. You heard your husband letting out a deep exhale and then, a soft hum. His voice was as melodic as always, though you could tell how much sleepiness was laced into it.

Satoru should’ve notice you when you entered the area of your house, but he didn’t. Tired by his own job, by the classes and all of the meetings, he allowed himself to lower his guard and when he realized you’re home, he contemplated for a moment getting up and dressed, but he just didn’t want to.

“You’re exhausted, screw pajamas, just come here,” he said before he managed to think twice about it. It was a daring offer, inappropriate even and he opened his mouth to apologize for it, but then, you rendered him speechless.

Your weight felt good on top of him. You lay your body over his own with feathery gentleness and carefully maneuvered your way to rest on his chest completely. The touch of your skin flush to his own made his brain to short circuit, it felt divine, too good to be true and just so very right, he couldn’t say a word.

“Is that alright?” You asked quietly, pressing your ear right above his heart and letting out a breath that you held for a little too long. Your face felt hot, you were flushed and flustered but also oddly at ease with the current position and you wondered for a moment if it was the tiredness that made you so bold.

“More than that,” he replied, pulling the covers to hide you beneath them. He allowed one of his arms to snake around your waist and his lips to kiss the top of your head. “Rest. Sleep well, wifey.”

“Good night.”

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10:19 AM

Satoru thought he was dreaming, but the weight on top of him felt too real. The soft scent of citrusy shower gel that lingered on your skin filled in his lungs each time he took a breath in and there was a tickle, he realized — every time his chest raised, a strand of your hair seemed to be moving against his jawline. You were not a dream.

He opened his eyes, blinking few times, adjusting them to the bright light that forced its way into the bedroom and then, he looked at you. You were still very deep asleep, he could tell based off the long inhales you were taking, slow and relaxed, fanning against his peck rhythmically. Your body was mostly on top of him, you were on his chest, your leg was between his and only your hips were resting on the bed. He still had his arm around you, as if making sure you were as close as possible.

It felt incredible. Intimate. It was everything he could have wished for. A touch, skin to skin, so intense it almost took his breath away. He felt nauseous at the thought, realizing that it’s the first time in his life, he’s that close to someone. So impossibly close that just a little bit more and you’d become a part of him. His heartbeat quickened.

It was so right. So awfully correct and at the same time, so very threatening. He felt helpless. Vulnerable. He was at your mercy, he was robbed of everything what made him the strongest, because at this very moment, he was bare. Uncovered before you, wrapped in an embrace that felt loving, that felt soothing, addicting, but if you only wished to hurt him, you’d—

You moved, shifting your weight a little bit, adjusting the position and the way your hand run down his side made him shiver. A soft sound escaped your throat when you let out a deeper exhale. He felt your fingers squeezing the flesh above his hip and then, you relaxed again.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you whispered, not bothering to open your eyes, and Satoru held his breath. “Relax…”

And he chuckled. His chest vibrated below your ear and the adorable sound of displeasure you let out made him lose all of the tension. He turned, twisting his body inside your embrace to face you fully and he squeezed you with both of his arms, pulling you close. So impossibly close, and you whimpered, suddenly enclosed in a tight hold of your husband’s limbs. That was it for your sleep.

You could get used to it.

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[samulogy]

Bakugou answering a phone call as he’s getting fucked 👉👈

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! luv this one. m!reader ♡

katsuki really needed to get his shit together.

he had been staring at his ringing phone for a solid minute now, his fingers trembling as he reached for it, barely managing to hit the answer button before his body jerked involuntarily. his head is spinning, and all he could think about is—

“fuck—”

“bakugou?! what the hell, man? where have you been?” eijirou’s voice rang through the speaker, sharp with worry. “you haven’t shown up to work all week! we thought you got kidnapped!”

katsuki bit back a whimper, his head pressing into the pillows, jaw clenched so hard it ached. his body was burning, shaking, stretched, and full, and you—you were still moving.

slow.

deep.

deliberate.

you chuckled against his skin, lips brushing over his ear. “c’mon, ‘tsuki,” you murmur, rolling your hips—to the point that katsuki could feel the tip of your cock pressing so deep inside him it feels suffocating, making him shudder.

“talk.”

he sucked in a breath, forcing his voice steady. “the fuck are you guys so worked up for?”

“dude, are you serious?!” denki cut in, his voice high-pitched with panic. “you vanished! no patrols, no reports; your agency said you took a leave without even telling us! what the fuck is going on?!”

katsuki barely heard him—barely processed anything past the slow drag of your cock inside him, the unbearable heat curling in his gut. he tried to stay still, tried to keep his breathing even, but you were fucking impossible, pressing wet kisses to his jaw, hands gripping his hips, holding him down and taking your time, like you had all the patience in the world.

“‘tsuki,” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement, fucking him just right—the way he wanted you to.

katsuki actually whimpered this time around.

he pressed the mute button on his phone, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling. “you fucking bastard—“

you laughed, biting down on katsuki’s shoulder, sucking a mark into his skin. “go on, baby,” you told him, voice thick with mock sympathy. “answer your little friends.”

katsuki was gonna kill you.

he took a shaky breath, unmuting the call. “i’ve been busy,” he gritted out, his voice dangerously close to cracking. “what the fuck do you want?”

“busy doing what?! you never take this many days off, man; we were about to file a missing person’s report!” eijirou, bless his heart, sounded genuinely distressed. “are you okay? where are you?”

you thrust your hips forward. katsuki choked. all the words that were left on his tongue died out.

his hand flew to the mute button again, teeth sinking into his lip, his whole body tensing as you continuously abused his sweet spot. “shit—fuck—“

you smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to katsuki’s neck. “careful, ‘tsuki,” you purred. “don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

katsuki shook, his fingers digging into your arms, trying—desperately fucking trying—to hold himself together. “stop moving,” he hissed.

you continued your ministrations, rolling your hips in a slow, deep thrust that had katsuki thanking the gods to have given him a man to provide him such pleasure—even if it meant growing addicted to your cock snug in his ass.

“hm, no.”

“bakugou?!”

his eyes snapped open.

shit. shit.

he still hadn’t answered.

katsuki fumbled to unmute again, barely managing a “i’m fine!” before you snapped your hips again, forcing a broken gasp from his lips.

“…dude, are you sick?” denki asked, suspicious. “you sound—like, really weird.”

katsuki clenched his teeth, murder in his eyes as he glared at you. “i said i’m fine,” he growled, but it barely sounded convincing with how breathless he was.

you licked a stripe up his neck, grinning against his skin. “if you mean fine as in fine that you’re still clenching around my cock, then by all means, you’re right, ‘tsuki.”

katsuki hit you.

you just laughed, your thrusts slow and deep, making sure katsuki felt every inch of you.

“listen, man,” eijirou sighed. “just—just let us know if you need anything, okay? we’re here for you. just… don’t disappear on us like that again.”

katsuki barely managed to hum in response before you snapped your hips hard, and katsuki had to slap the mute button again, muffling a wrecked sob into your shoulder.

“you should thank them for worrying about you, baby,” you tease, your voice mocking as you thrust even deeper, making katsuki keen.

“be polite.”

katsuki’s hands shook.

he was going to kill you.

…right after he let you stuff him full again.

[marvelstoriesepic]

If You Asked Me Now

Pairing: Photographer!Bucky x Wedding Planner!Reader

Summary: Years after separating for college, you reunite with Bucky while coincidentally working the same wedding.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: emotional yearning; unresolved feelings; separation and reconnection after time apart

Author’s Note: This did make me a little sad and it’s kind of bittersweet. It was such a lovely request, my dear! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy what I did with it ♡

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You haven’t seen him in years.

Years of quiet. Of near-misses and almost-texts. Of birthdays remembered but never acknowledged. Of photos in your camera roll you never deleted. The ache of what-if constricting your chest during long nights spent planning other people’s happy endings.

You arrived early at the venue. It’s a private estate nestled against the shoreline of a serene lake. It’s beautiful in the kind of way that makes you breathe deeper. Light filters through the canopy like it’s blessing your skin, and you set down your clipboard, your bag, your weight.

You were made for this. Checklists. Contingency plans. Love stories that bloom under your careful curation.

But nothing in your planner, your script, your color-coded schedule has prepared you for the moment you turn around and see him.

Bucky Barnes.

Yes, it has been years since you saw him, but the sight of him still floods your chest like an old song you thought you'd forgotten, all the lyrics rushing back in the shape of his shoulders.

He is older. Broader. The kind of handsome that takes your breath in one hand and never gives it back. He’s wearing black, of course. Camera slung over one shoulder, coffee in one hand.

Your name is still caught in his mouth. He hasn’t said it yet.

Neither of you prepared for this kind of reunion.

You stare at each other from opposite ends of the sunlit ballroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Cream curtains. Gold accents. Love dripping off the walls as if it’s something that can be bottled and sold.

You were just here to meet the photographer.

You didn’t know the photographer would have blue eyes and a constellation of freckles you used to trace with your thumb. You didn’t know the photographer would be him.

You don’t move.

Neither does he.

The silence wants to say everything.

Then he smiles.

God. It’s not fair.

“Y/n,” he says. Just that. Soft, stunned.

And you’re trying to remember how to breathe around it. Around him. Around all the versions of him you’ve stored away in boxes you swore you’d never open again.

“Hey,” you say. It cracks on the way out, as though your voice wasn’t ready to time travel.

He walks toward you slowly, as if he might look at an illusion. And your feet stay planted, but your heart is already halfway across the room, tumbling back through years of memories that never got the closure they deserved.

“You’re the planner?” he asks, stopping just short of touching distance. His voice is warmer now. Familiar. It scrapes against the softest part of you.

You nod. It’s a little slow. Disbelieving. “And I assume you’re the photographer.”

You were seventeen the last time he looked at you like this.

As if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right shape for it.

Back then, it was rooftop talks and shared playlists. Passing notes between classes. His jacket draped over your shoulders when the gym got too cold.

And then came college. Different states. Different lives. The slow collapse of something you thought might survive anything.

You tried to move on.

You even believed that you had.

But now he’s here.

And everything you’ve buried rises as if it’s been waiting for air.

A beat.

A laugh.

Of course. Of course, the universe would do this.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair. It’s shorter than it was in high school, but it still curls a little at the ends when it rains. You remember that. You remember too much.

“God, you look great,” he notes, voice quiet, reminiscent.

You take a breath long enough to gather the pieces of you that almost shattered on the spot. “You do too,” you state, voice quiet as well. And he laughs again. Softer. Sadder.

You’re supposed to be here to talk centerpieces and lighting, to walk the venue, and decide where the bride and groom should take their first look photos.

Instead, you’re here suppressing all the words you wanted to say many years ago.

Instead, you’re here looking at him like you used to - like maybe, if you just held eye contact long enough, he’d kiss you again and this time he wouldn’t stop.

But this isn’t about you and him. This is about someone else’s love story.

Still, he looks at you as though maybe it could be.

“I didn’t know you were a photographer,” you state, your voice too light, too casual, as though it’s not balancing on the edge of something steep.

“I didn’t know you were a wedding planner.”

Touché.

He grins. God, that smile. The same crooked thing he used to flash at you during chemistry class when he didn’t understand the homework.

“Guess we both ended up in the business of love,” he says with that smile on his face.

You laugh. And hate how much it sounds like home.

He exhales profoundly, sweeping his eyes over your form and not even being subtle about it.

“I thought I might never see you again,” he says, and the words punch your ribcage. “I didn’t even know you were back in the city.”

“I wasn’t for a while,” you answer, trying to keep your tone casual. “But I guess weddings pull people back.” You laugh a little, though it’s rather breathless.

His grin is going to kill you. You remember it melting behind cafeteria tables and prom night lights.

“You always loved weddings,” he says softly.

You shrug, but there is heat running along your spine. “They’re honest, I guess.”

His eyes fall down to your hands. Again, not at all subtle. “Are you..?” His voice is rough. It seems he doesn’t want to say it out loud.

“No,” you answer quickly. “Just me. Just work. You?”

He shakes his head. There is relief in his stance. In his shoulders. In his voice. In his eyes. “Nah. Don’t really have the time.”

And then the silence comes back. Not heavy but waiting.

You move toward the nearest table, brushing your fingers along the edge of the centerpiece, needing to touch something, needing to start working.

You hear the click of his camera powering on.

He raises it, almost instinctively, rubbing the back of his neck before looking at you. “Can I?”

You blink. “What, take a photo?”

He nods. “I just- I want to remember this. You. Right now.”

You smirk just slightly. “So you’d forget without proof?”

Bucky’s eyes widen a little, but there is amusement glinting in his eyes. “No,” he states quickly. “‘Course not, doll,” he adds, and it seems there’s more he wants to say but he holds himself back with a bashful laugh.

But your breathing stops.

Doll.

The word falls from his mouth as if it never left. As if it hadn’t been said in years. As if he’s been saying it to ghosts all this time. As if your name has always tasted like that in his mouth - sweetened, softened, spun from golden-hour sunlight and inside jokes.

It doesn’t feel like a nickname. It feels like a door. Like a memory with a heartbeat. Like a piece of you just came home.

Because he used to say it all the time. In the hallways. After school. In the backseat of his beat-up car when your knees knocked together and the radio was too loud to hear your doubts. Hey, doll, you gonna come over tonight? Doll, you wanna split this? Come here, doll, you’re shiverin’.

He used to say it as though it’s something only you get to keep, only you get to hear. As though it’s the punctuation on every sentence you didn’t know how to finish.

And now here he is - older, broader, a little more worn in the eyes - but the word leaves his lips just the same. As if no time has passed. As if yesterday was senior prom and you were still dancing around the fact that you were in love with your best friend.

You want to say something clever. You want to laugh. Tease him. Pretend the name doesn’t matter. But it matters.

Because you’re standing in the middle of someone else’s love story, watching yours try to resurrect itself with just one syllable.

He raises his camera again, and his focused gaze cracks you right open. They’re not just blue. They’re saturated with something so much more. Like time. Like regret. Like the gravity of everything you both lost. “So, can I? Please?”

He takes a step closer. You don’t move. He’s so close you can smell his cologne now - clean, familiar, like something that never stopped lingering in your hoodie pockets long after you separated for college.

You should perhaps say no.

But the way he’s looking at you is not passive. It’s not casual.

It’s not I used to love you once.

It’s I never stopped.

There’s something so naked behind his expression it almost hurts to look at. Not just nostalgia. Not just old affection brushed off and made shiny again.

It’s hope. Hope with teeth and longing with roots and a trembling determination that seems like a vow unspoken.

You stand there, still in your wedding planner blazer and sensible shoes, and you let him see you again. Through the lens. Through the silence. Through all the almosts that never turned into certainties.

The shutter clicks.

And somehow it sounds like a beginning.

****

The couple is everywhere.

Their laughter echoes through the venue like a ribbon tied to the air, fluttering in the spaces Bucky and you fill with silence. Their fingers never stop finding each other. Their glances are magnetic, drenched in the kind of affection that dares you to look away.

They’re in the garden now, tangled in rosebushes and evening light, whispering to one another, words you’ll never know but feel anyway - like music under your skin.

Bucky photographs them while you hold the bouquet just out of frame. You try to steady your hand but your fingers are trembling. Your heart won’t behave.

And Bucky’s beside you.

He smells like pine and memory and the warmest part of the past.

You catch him smiling at the soon-to-be newlyweds through his lens and feel something strange twist behind your ribs. Because he’s good at capturing love and he does it with care. As if love is art and he’s always believed in it.

And he’s looking at them the way you used to look at him.

Then he looks at you.

And the moment snaps - clean and quick like a shutter - but it leaves an imprint.

Like film exposed to light.

Like maybe you’re still visible underneath all this distance.

You turn away too fast. Pretend to fix the placement of the aisle candles. Pretend you’re not sweating under the weight of all the things left unsaid. Pretend your heart didn’t flinch when he said doll as if it belongs to you again.

You tell yourself this is just work.

That you’ll be working with him for the next six weeks.

Six weeks of tasting and timelines and floral arrangements.

Six weeks of sharing air and avoiding eyes.

Six weeks of watching someone else’s love swell and bloom while yours sits quietly in your chest, half-buried but not dead. Never dead.

You’ll have to stand in the middle of it all.

The wedding dress fittings.

The first dance rehearsals.

The vows.

The goddamn vows.

And all the while, Bucky will be there. Photographing every moment. Documenting devotion while you wonder what it would’ve felt like to have it with him.

Because how cruel is it to work inside the machinery of love? To build it for others, beautifully, meticulously, while your own version sits on the sidelines, full of maybes?

How cruel is it to be surrounded by all this promise, all this soft forever, while the only person you’ve ever really wanted to say I do to is standing three feet away, adjusting his camera strap as though it isn’t slicing into your heart?

You breathe. You swallow down the pain. You make a note in your planner.

Tomorrow: cake testing. With the couple. With Bucky.

More love. More smiles. More of him.

God, how do you survive this?

And then you look up again and Bucky is already watching you.

Not the couple.

Not the shot.

You.

As if he is wondering the same thing.

As if maybe he’s not surviving this either.

[thepretentiousrizzmaster]

Just imagine

Posted on 05. 11. 23

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"Oh god." You moaned as his thick cock was in you. And that's what he needs to hear, without a second thought he started bullying his dick in you. Oh, he absolutely loved this. He always lost his mind whenever you begged him to ruin you. He was moving inside of you at an animalistic pace. The only thing in his mind was to reach his climax, and bring you to yours in the process. He himself was an utter mess, morning, whimpering and almost tearing up from the overstimulation. But he didn't want to stop. He never wanted to stop. If he could he would be inside you all the fucking time, but he had business to take care of. So whenever he was blessed to be inside you, he savoured every damn moment.

Your rolled eyes behind and your toes curled. That's it you were there once again thanks to this crazy bastard, who was obsessed with your pussy. You could feel him twitching in you. He was there so were you. His pace increased. He was too lost in the feeling of your slopping warmth around his cock. His moans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of your skin against each other. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck daddy. Too much I can't." " A little more darling, a bit…" And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your tears falling on your face as a strained moan leave your lips. Oh, how divine it feels when you finally cum together, after all those rough strokes, stimulating you so perfectly in ways that you could never imagine, building up to that perfect moment again and again, both of you moaning like a mess as he fills you up as if you were his personal flesh light.

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stew & destruction. – pedro pascal ── .✦

requested! thank you. ♡ content: married!reader, food = love, bella being bella, pedro being a hungry menace, facetime cuteness, soft chaos.

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You’d packed it with love.

Last night’s beef stew—extra thyme, the way he liked it. A side of fluffy rice, still warm in the container. And a generous slice of that cinnamon-apple pie you'd baked on a whim because he'd had a day and deserved softness.

It was all nestled into his little lunchbox like the domestic gods had personally blessed it.

“You better eat that,” you told him that morning, kissing his cheek while slipping it into his bag.

He gave you a sleepy smile. “You spoil me.”

And then by 10:14 a.m., your phone buzzed.

Bella 💀 📸: Pedro hunched over the lunchbox like Gollum in a dark corner of set caption: “you did this to him. he didn’t even make it to lunch break.”

You stared at the picture.

He was absolutely devouring the stew. Spoon clutched in one hand, the other cradling the Tupperware like it was a newborn. His curls were a mess. His hoodie looked halfway unzipped. There were rice grains on his lap.

And he looked so happy.

You couldn’t stop the laugh as you hit FaceTime.

He answered immediately, mouth full of pie.

“Hi, mi amor,” he said, cheeks puffed, voice muffled.

“You already ate the entire thing?”

He froze. Swallowed. Winced. “I’m sorry. I meant to save it. I really did. But everything smelled so fucking good, and then Bella walked by and said, ‘is that pie?’ and—”

“Don’t drag Bella into this.”

“Too late,” Bella’s voice chimed in from behind the screen, popping into frame. “To be fair, it was really fucking good. Like, criminal. I had one bite. Maybe two.”

Pedro pointed with his fork. “See? I’m not crazy. It’s your cooking. It bewitches people.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, heart full.

“You’re hopeless.”

He gave you a sheepish look. “Hopelessly in love with your beef stew?”

“...and me?”

He lit up. “Especially you.”

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[megumishotgf]

more jjk fic recs (pt. iv) ⭑

finally got around to making a new post omg… sorry this took so long to upload. credits go to all these wonderful writers!!

featuring: mainly megumi, satoru, suguru, toji, nanami, other mentioned characters in the ‘multiple’ section . both ao3 + tumblr links!

masterlist fic recs (pt.i, pt. ii, pt. iii)

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader - ao3

this deleted one day on tumblr but baby i found it on ao3!! yakuza a.u. w/ childhood best friend! y/n

yuuji watches + films you guys… nsfw

nasty study session w/ megumi oh my

lingerie + megumi comes home. that’s it

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader - tumblr

‘are lemons fruits or vegetables?’ adorable drabble!

celebrating your nsfw birthday!!

megumi takes care of you after a long day yes in that way

megumi + his so who loves makeup ⋆˚✿˖°

alt! megumi + alt! y/n smut!! hell yeah!!

megumi + casual by chappell roan… that is all

masterlist of a wonderful + creative smau!!

and another one!! these are perfect!!

‘can i date your brother’ - you to tsumiki

megumi’s instagram!!

soft! megumi dating headcanons (these are perfect)

some more dating headcanons! i love him omg

and finally reverse comfort! megumi we need more of this omg he’s such a pretty boy

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

satoru proposes!!

and here’s some smut for you afterwards

: ̗̀➛ suguru geto x reader

‘a series of snapshots of your life with suguru + satoru’ truly a masterpiece

smut w/ bassist player! suguru oh great heavens

brother’s best friend! suguru this is beautiful

and part. two we have truly been blessed!

sending tiktoks to college student! bf! suguru

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

masterlist from one of the best toji writers on this app!

being toji’s barbie doll gf⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

maid! reader x toji damn!!

: ̗̀➛ nanami kento x reader - ao3

you need a date to your sister’s wedding. major gentleman! nanami

: ̗̀➛ multiple characters

dick sizes… (megumi, yuuji, toge)

jealous texts w/ bae (gojo, nanami, toji, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge, sukuna)

shy! megumi, satoru + yuuji x popular! y/n (aka. my favourite trope because i am a leo)

gym texts (everyone included author was working hard af on this one!!)

big-tittied gf texts! (i love this god. gojo, nanami, toji, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge, sukuna)

sensitive! gf headcanons (megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru)

finding out you were mistreated before (satoru, kento, choso, sukuna, toji, megumi, yuuji + suguru)

some wonderful dating headcanons! (yuuji, megumi, satoru + toge)

grocery shopping w/ suguru + satoru (poly? platonic? you can decide!!)

NEW!!

wonderful choso x original character (reader insert) fic from ao3!! thank you to anonymous for sending this in!!

feel free to send me your favourite fics, or even your own writing, so i can add it to my current or future recs list!! i love reading new stuff!!

also a bonus for levi fans… i introduce you to my favourite fic of all time (ao3 link!)

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[call3am]

SHES SO BEAUTIFUL IM GONNA BE SICK I LOVE HER SO MUCH

ELEVEN BIRTHDAY ELEVEN BIRTHDAYYYYY

[kyunyu3]

[0coffeeplease0]

This is a request from zaniexcoffx1

New Doctor In Game

Forsaken Survivors + Killers x Medkit Reader

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Note: Characters will be ooc and I might make this a fanfic, probably when I am not very busy :d

Warnings: Swearing, death.

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Headcannons

Noob

•They were glad that there was a new survivor a healer at that!

•Noob thought that your outfit is very professional and stylish.

•They had tried touching your horns but was hesitant, they didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

•Is surprised at how you can heal others with your gun and damage the killers as well.

•Noob would sometimes be by your side, he likes the comforting aura you have.

•Tried offering you a bloxy cola, but you had turned it down because it was 'childish' they knew you were mature, but this mature?

•Noob will be forever grateful when you had saved him from dying first, he was about to get killed by Mafioso but you had stepped up and use one of your abilities "Fan The Hammer" as you called it.

•Noob would be very curious about why you wore the eyepatch, but they knew not to make such questions, they don't want to make their new close friend upset and uncomfortable by talking about it.

Elliot

•Was God blessing his soul? Will he no longer be worried about having to wait for his abilities cooldown go down? Will he no longer feel pressured now that you are here?

•He loves you, he is thankful that you are here.

•Elliot knew that you would also be targeted first by killers, but knowing that you can damage killers made him feel a bit of relief, but still, he will try to keep you alive.

•He would be very grateful whenever you heal him or stun killer who is after him, altho your ways of healing is rather intresting.

•When he had offered you a pizza you declined because it was to 'childish' for you.

•He forced you to eat it with the help of Noob, he can't have you dying of hunger now can he?

•Elliot would make some diffrient meals with you at times.

•Elliot is the only survivor who knows about your backstory.

Chance

•He loves you, big fat kiss for u.

•He loves that you have one certain ability to clear the debuffs he gets whenever he's flipping a coin.

•oh? He was weakness XX? He goes to you and asks you to clear the debuffs.

•He likes how elegant your outfit is.

•He will touch your horns, no doubt.

•Says that you both are gun buddies because you both have guns altho with different usage.

•He would sometimes flinch a bit whenever you shoot at him to heal him,.

•You can't stand him.

•Had somehow convinced you to switch guns it all went wrong because his gun had exploded on you and you had died, Chance well he did struggle with your gun, he doesn't know how you manage to headshot a killer or survivor while they are moving around.

•You both never did it again

Guest 1337

•He thinks that it's nice to have another healer.

•He would stay to protect you incase one of the killers decide to target you first.

•You both a decent team, he attacks, he is successful but if he isn't successful on the attack and gets hit you are there to heal him up.

•He is relieved to finally have someone mature and doesn't act so childish as some people he knows *cough* Chance, shedletsky *cough*

•He would talk to you, asking about what other abilities you had.

007n7

(I love this man fr♡)

•He would be rather surprised that you talk to him, even tho some of the survivors don't like him much.

•He knows Elliot does not like him so 007n7 wouldn't often ask Elliot for a pizza, but since are here and you don't seem to have anything against him he would hesitantly ask you to heal him.

•007n7 knows that you are a mature person bit why haven't you made a comment about his shirt? It's stupid-looking, perhaps you know why he wears it?

•007n7 would feel safe around you, he would be upset and sad whenever you land a headshot on c00lkid, he knows you to it for survival but he still feels upset in seeing his son hurt.

•You would apologize to him whenever you do barm c00lkid and he likes that you still know that he still sees c00lkid as his son even tho he is a killer.

Shedletsky

•He thinks you are good support.

•Would often team you up with him, Guest, or Chance because they need all the support and healing in case they fail to stun the killer.

•Shedletsky loves you after you had given him your piece of chiken to him when you got full.

•Shedletsky would probably hang out with you alot whenever the rounds ends.

•He is very grateful when you saved him from dying by the hands of...him.

•Shedletsky knows that Elliot knows something about you, he wants to know what it is but neither you or Elliot would tell him...

Builderman

•Builderman...knows about you before ending up here has has come across your documents, he knows that you like keeping things private so he acts like he dosent know you.

•Builderman would often stick by your side mostly because he feel he can build a few machines down while your near team to either damage the killer or heal if if he gets hurt.

•Builderman thinks you have some sense in fashion.(obv yall are divas and gentlemen)

Two Time

•They pushes your buttons asking you about why you have an eyepatch, or trying to make you join their cult.

•Two Time finds you intriguing

•They would be grateful that you are a healer and support.

(Idk what else 😭)

Dusekkar

•He likes staying with you, you're very calming to say the least.

•He thinks that you both would do great teamwork, Dusekkar is sometimes targeted first by the killers since he can protect the other with a shield, but you could stun the killer if he were to be attacked.

•Dusekkar knows that you are hiding your past, maybe you fear being judged? Maybe you just don't wanna bring back old hurtful memories.

•Dusekkar is glad that he is one of the few survivors you cand stand due to being "mature"

•He wonders how many abilities you have.

•He wonders just how your primal ability works, damages killers yet heal survivors even if it were the same bullets.

•He wants to know more about you.

Taph

•He thinks you are decent enough.

•You both would often hide from the others and talk in sign language.

•You would often share some tea with him.

•You both are mostly the 100% more mature of the group.

•You both don't see each other in rounds alot because of a few things, either being in a diffrient location.

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1x1x1x1

•they wants to break that stupid gun of yours.

•When he had met you when you had come to your first round he expected you to be an easy target, but no you were a big problem for them, you had managed to drain all of his HP with that stupid weapon of yours and your stupid ability, she feels weak and they don't like that feeling.

•Now she knows to dodge and run around whenever you are going to shoot him.

•He has informed about it to the other killers.

John Doe

•He hates you, you little piece of sh!t

•You are an annoyance, he will now try to kill you first, sometimes he does and sometimes he dosent.

•He thinks that your abilities are a bit to strong.

c00lkid

•When it was his turn he was happy but right before you could move he got shot one time on the head and then multiple times, still on the head, his HP had drained, he complained he whined, he threw a tantrum about it being unfair.

•He would warm up to you a bit when you give him a small little candy, sure he would still try to kill you, but if he does achieve to have you down on very low HP he would relieve a candy before he kills you.

•Calls you mom/dad because he starts to see you as his parent.

NOLI

•JUST HOW MANY ABILITIES DO YOU HABE, HOW ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH DAMAGE TO HIM WHY ARE YOU GIVING THE SURVIVORS ALOT OF HP.

•Ragequits/jk

•He despises you, he wants to burry you 100 feet underground, you are such a nuisance.

Azure

•He doesn't like you, especially when you heal THEM when he was about to kill them.

•Would often leave you as the last man standing, I mean he does get curious about you so when he has you on hold he would start a small chat then kill you.

Guest 666

•they would target you first after you had shoot them and damaged them.

•No mercy.

•They think you are annoying.

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AWAWAWAWAWA ALRIGHT TIME FOR MEDKIT[NAME] STATS

Difficulty

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Hp: 130

Stamina:70

Stamina lost per second: 10

Stamina gain per second: 5

Ability 1

Curing Cartrige

"Stop moving around and let me be the doctor"-for survivors

"Quit being a coward and face the pain"-for killers

Fires bullet that can either heal survivors or damage the killers.

Damage/heal

6HP/-HP for body shots and 12HP/-HP for headshots

If body shot this will stun the killer for 2 seconds and give them slowness I if headshot it will stun the killer for 5 seconds and give them slowness II

Cooldown of 1.5

Ability 2

Fan The Hammer

"Take the rest and heal"-for survivors

"Die, die, die die."-for killers

Rapidly fires all remaining bullets, each bullet deals 6HP/-HP damage or heal

Killers will receive slowness V if far or slowness 3 if close

Cooldown of 15

Ability 3 passive

Crystalize

"Successful heal"

"Gotta heal up"

Everytime [Name] successfully headshots a killer, the nearest survivor with the lowest HP will receive 20HP if the lowest is [Name] the heal is only 10HP

Ability 4 Utility ability

Rejuvenation Ring

"Quit being near me the whole time"

Clears Debuffs from survivors but can only clear debuffs for 5 times before being unusable

(Almost like bobette from dandys world since she has a ring around to regenerating stamina but you guys have one around you to clear debuffs)

Ability 5

Crystal shift

"Let's see who is in need for help"

[Name] can use this ability to teleport to the nearest survivor if their health is low

Cooldown of 20

Ability 6

Divine Resurrection

"..."

Gives a burst of 15HP to the surrounding area and will give 15 Damage to the killer if they are close to the surrounding area cooldown of 60

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Ending note: I'm gonna abandon you all for the next few days buh bye

[gf2bellamy]

Hi!

I’m so glad that you’re having fun at college! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

So I’m obsessed with Spencer’s adorable girlfriend because I love the idea of him having a cute pretty girl to dote on (and cute pretty girls are totally my type and my aesthetic) and you write her so well ♡

But I was wondering if you could please write about the bau meeting Spencer’s model-worthy hot gf who’s a complete smoke show that looks like she’s been blessed by Aphrodite? And Derek and Emily are like just completely gobsmacked like 😳 😳

(I was watching the Legally Blonde Musical earlier on YouTube and Elle x Emmett give me such Spencer x beautiful rich sweetheart!girlfriend - especially during Take It Like A Man - and my mind got away for a while (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄))

unexpected — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: just derek and emily teasing them a/n: thank you so much !!! <333 i hope this is what you asked for :)

The last thing Derek Morgan expected when he decided to grab dinner with Emily Prentiss after wrapping up a case was to stumble upon Spencer Reid on what could only be described as a date.

A date with you.

And you? You looked like you belonged on a magazine cover. Maybe several.

Derek actually stopped mid-step, hand automatically reaching for Emily’s arm as they both stared. There was Spencer sitting across from you, a woman so effortlessly stunning it was like the universe had copy-pasted you out of a dream and dropped you into reality.

“Okay,” Emily muttered, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “I need someone to explain what I’m looking at because there is no way this is happening in real life.”

Spencer was in the middle of an explanation about something—probably statistics or obscure historical facts—while you leaned forward with a smile, genuinely engaged, as if he were telling you the most fascinating thing in the world.

Emily let out a breath that sounded vaguely like a laugh. “I mean, I know Reid has his charm, but come on.”

Derek shook his head. “I’ve seen this kid trip over air. The same guy who almost passed out that one time a waitress flirted with him.” He gestured toward you, then back at Spencer.

Spencer had picked a place that wasn’t too fancy but still nice enough to make it feel special. You had just fixed his tie when you caught him fidgeting with his silverware, his eyes darting anxiously toward the entrance.

“Spence?” You raised a brow, sipping your drink.

He cleared his throat, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “Uh… don’t turn around.”

Naturally, you did the exact opposite.

Near the entrance stood two people who were, at that moment, completely frozen. Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. And the looks on their faces were priceless.

Emily’s eyebrows had shot up so high they might have disappeared into her bangs. Derek looked like someone had just slapped him across the face.

Both of them were staring—no, gawking—at you. Five seconds later they were standing next to your table.

Slowly, they turned their incredulous gazes toward Spencer, who was now hunched over, looking like he was desperately wishing for the ground to swallow him whole.

“Oh my God,” Emily mouthed.

Derek let out a low whistle. “Pretty Boy,” he said, voice laced with sheer disbelief, “you’ve been holding out on us.”

Spencer groaned, his hand coming up to rub his temple. “This is… um, not how I wanted you to find out.”

You smiled, thoroughly amused, and extended a hand toward them. “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Emily blinked, then shook your hand automatically. “Yeah. Hi. Wow.” She turned to Spencer, still trying to process. “You—this—what—how?”

Derek leaned forward, bracing his hands on the back of a nearby chair. “No offense, genius, but I thought you spent all your free time reading nerdy books and watching old movies.” His eyes flicked to you again. “Where did you even find her?”

Spencer, still bright red, muttered, “It’s not that unbelievable.”

Emily and Derek exchanged a look.

“…No, it kinda is,” Emily said, deadpan.

You laughed softly, reaching over to squeeze Spencer’s hand. “He’s actually very charming,” you said, shooting him a teasing smile.

“I mean, come on.” Emily gestured vaguely in your direction, as if words failed her. “How did this even happen?”

You grinned. “He asked me out,” you said, your tone matter-of-fact. “Very politely, I might add. And here we are.”

Derek let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Pretty boy’s got game,” he said, his tone equal parts teasing and impressed. “Who knew?”

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Can we please change the subject?” he asked, his voice pleading. “Or, better yet, can you two just… go back to your table and pretend you never saw us?”

Emily chuckled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Not a chance,” she said. “This is the most interesting thing that’s happened all week. I’m not letting it go that easily.”

Spencer groaned again, his face now a deep shade of red.

Derek laughed, clapping Spencer on the shoulder. “Alright, Reid,” he said.“I’ll give you this one. You’ve definitely outdone yourself.”

Emily smirked, giving Spencer a knowing look. “Just don’t think this means we’re going to go easy on you,” she said, her tone playful. “You’re still Spencer Reid. And we’re still your friends. Which means we’re legally obligated to tease you about this forever.”

Spencer sighed, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Great,” he said, his tone dry. “Just what I needed.”

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Emily cut him off with a sharp elbow to the ribs. “Let’s give them some space. For now.”

Derek groaned, but he didn’t argue. “Fine,” he said, his tone mock-resigned. “But this conversation isn’t over. You owe us details.”

As Emily and Derek finally walked away, their laughter echoing through the restaurant, you turned back to Spencer, a soft smile on your lips. “Well,” you said, your tone teasing, “that could have gone worse.”

Spencer groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Worse?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “I don't want to go back to work ever again.”

You laughed, leaning in closer to him. “Hey, look on the bright side,” you said, your voice soft. “At least they like me.”

Spencer looked at you, his expression softening. “They’d be idiots not to,” he said, his voice warm.

You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. “And you’re pretty great yourself,” you said. “Even if your friends are a little… intense.”

Spencer chuckled, his hand tightening around yours. “Yeah, well, they’re your friends now too,” he said. “Welcome to the BAU.”

[hyunsvngs]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 - baseball player bfb!kim seungmin x fem reader

wc: 14.2k

cw: enemies to lovers, very mean dom seungmin, mc makes out w chan in a friend way, mc is dramatic and a brat, seungmin is done w her shit but is very possessive, SMUT MDNI

synopsis: you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. he’s not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you can’t wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.

a/n: thank u all for being so excited abt this <3 sorry for the length. smut warnings under the cut!

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sw: very mean dom seungmin (again), face slapping, borderline exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, heavy dirty talk, reader is a brat, breeding kink, reader is a painslut, begging

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

When you were a mere three years old, you met your platonic soulmate in the form of Kim Sieun. She had the exact same humour as you, loved climbing on the monkey bars and she had a dog. It was your three best friend criterias fulfilled. When she first invited you to her house for a playdate, you were thrilled, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

You’ve been through everything together. Your first break-ups, your first hangovers, first parties, you name it - you’ve both been present for each other’s momentous events. You were pretty sure you’d both started your periods on the exact same day. She really was the other part of you, the second silver heart piece to your cheap friendship chain you’ve worn for years around your neck. 

The biggest heartbreak was when you moved away to attend university, and Sieun stayed to begin a full-time job immediately after graduation. You’d been separated after being by each other's side for so long, when everything had been so perfect for you two up until then, only miniscule, small-term problems. 

Well, perfect apart from one thing. 

Her brother. Kim Seungmin was the bane of your existence. Ever since he met you, two years older than both you and Sieun, he found it funny to ruffle your hair and make fun of how shy and timid you were. It’s something you’d brush off now, being the person you grew into - confident, loud, straight up stubborn as some might say. When you were younger, though, this cut deep. You’d had your first ever crush on him, and confided in Sieun about the matter, to which she’d giggled and fake-gagged as if she wouldn’t be overjoyed to have you in the family. You’d had your first ever crush on him, and he’d made fun of you for years after as if he knew. You cannot stand him now. Even being in the same room as the guy boiled your blood. 

It was one of the reasons why you got rid of that personality. That wasn’t you. You were shy and timid because you were only a kid, God damn it! You’d love to say it hadn’t affected you, but it had, and you and Seungmin had bickered ever since you gained enough confidence to fight back. It was actually something Sieun found very amusing, insisting that the two of you were fated soulmates. 

Still, as you stood in the airport waiting for Sieun’s arrival to pick you up, you felt blessed. Coming home for the summer was always exciting. You got to see old friends, who would almost always have parties, and another exciting part was that you’d be staying with Sieun for a solid three weeks of it. It was going to be the best summer ever. Your parents had decided to go away on holiday two days before your arrival back home, and you couldn’t have felt more satisfied with the development.

Oh, and - Kim Seungmin would not be there. No, while you were a student busting your ass to make ends meet, Seungmin had obtained a full baseball scholarship to university and went straight into pro baseball once he’d finished. Of course he did. You tried not to let it bother you anymore, that he was so fucking successful while being so smarmy. It wound you up beyond belief, so you just avoided thinking about the guy altogether. 

Clutching onto your suitcase handle, you almost vibrated with excitement when Sieun’s half-dead car pulled up. Honestly, she’d had the same car since you were seventeen, and it hadn’t been fully working then. It was even worse after a few years. She kept saying she’d get her dad to look at it, but she was always out and about doing god knows what in said half broken car. It was a death trap.

Immediately, you saw the car door swing open - and almost fall off completely - when her engine completely stopped. Sieun bustled out of the car to the loading area of the airport, her puppy eyes wide and her legs shaking. She was going to scream, or jump, or die. Maybe all three. You weren’t doing much better - your eyes brimmed with tears when you embraced Sieun in a death grip of a hug. 

“I- missed- you- God, can’t breathe-“ Sieun grunted, trying to push you off. You pulled away, still with teary eyes as you gazed up at her. She was taller than you, almost matching her brother’s height. The whole family was relatively tall. As soon as you both looked at eachother, Sieun was gripping you in a firm hug again, and it was your turn to get suffocated. 

Once you’d eventually stopped hugging each other and crying - it had been approximately five months since you saw each other last - Sieun loaded your suitcase into the car and all but pushed you into the passenger seat. You groaned as you kicked through multiple McDonald’s cups to try and get your feet flat on the floor. Sieun simply giggled, settling into the driver’s seat. 

She plugged in her seatbelt, starting to drive back to her family home. “So, how’s college been? Any cute guys?”

“Sieun, I called you every week, you know what’s happened,” you laughed, playing around with the settings on her car to try and get the radio on. Did it even have a radio?

“The radio’s broken.” Of course it is. Well, it couldn’t get any worse - you’d already failed the Bechdel test. 

You leaned back against the seat, fingers playing with the friendship necklace chain. You hummed, trying to think of something Sieun may not know. “Well, there was this one guy. Super my type. Stoic, a little bit bitchy, you know? Dark hair, and all that. But when we ended up sleeping together, there was no chemistry.”

Sieun groaned in sympathy. “You know, I hate that! You really like a guy, and then he doesn’t even know where the clit is. It really pisses me off. How’s classes though?”

Sieun normally didn’t ask this many questions straight off the bat, especially not ones she knew the answers to. She was distracting you, sweetening you up by acting like she was just so interested in you. Something was fishy, and it wasn’t the strange smell of her car. When you turned to look at her, her plump lips were pouted as usual, covered in lip gloss - but there was an unmistakable twitch to them. Her eyes were narrowed, staring at the road ahead of her. She was hiding something.

You blinked. She started humming along to a song on the radio. There was no song on. Said radio was broken. “Sieun. What gives?”

Sieun sighed, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel. “Okay! I didn’t know how to tell you. I know this was meant to be our super amazing summer, face masks and beaches and just general slaying, so I didn’t want to ruin it.”

You realised you were arriving onto her street, the big house always taking you by surprise. You wanted to focus on Sieun’s words, but you were instead distracted by the driveway. Sieun’s parents shared a car, and Sieun had her own car. 

There were two cars in the driveway. Sieun’s parents’ car, a silver tank of a thing that looked like it could get through a boulder. Then, a sleeker car, perhaps closer to a sports car - much cleaner, much more expensive… with a personalised licence plate. No. No.

“My brother’s home.”

You wanted to die. Gone were your slay summer plans - now you’d be perpetually arguing with your best friend’s annoying older brother. He did absolutely everything deliberately to piss you off. Taking way too long in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you needed to pee, disconnecting the games controller when you were finally about to finish a boss fight… just petty activities like that. 

Why now? Why had he chosen this summer to come home, when he’d been away for every other summer playing baseball or whatever he does? No. He didn’t deserve to be back right now. You shook your head at Sieun. “I’m not going to let him ruin our awesome summer.” 

Sieun spluttered out a laugh. “Okay, Seungmin’s not the devil. You two bicker like an old married couple, y’know. Maybe there’s-“

“Shut. It.”

You didn’t have the time or the patience to hear yet another ten minute long spiel about how Sieun and her parents strongly believed that you and Seungmin were fated soulmates. The little patience you had completely disappeared when a figure bounded up to the car window. You turned to stare through the glass. 

Kim Seungmin. Stood there, beaming at you with that dumb smile that he always had when he was ready to wind you the fuck up. You had thanked every single god that your window was still rolled up, maybe you could just hide until he got bored and left - until Sieun rolled the window down with an evil chuckle. 

Then, you looked at him - like, really looked at him. The chubby cheeks he’d once possessed had disappeared with age, now sporting some nice looking cheekbones and a sharp jawline. The braces were gone, pearly white teeth showing with his smile, and his hair. God, his hair. He’d dyed the front of his hair blonde, and it was just slightly parted in the middle to show his forehead. He cocked his head at you, eyes glinting with menacing delight at your appearance. Oh no.

“Welcome back, brat.”

The bane of your existence had gotten fucking hot.

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It had just gotten worse. Once he’d pretended to have an ounce of chivalry by helping you take your suitcase inside, Seungmin had immediately reverted to the person he was the last time you saw him. Which was a while ago, by that point, since he’d always been too busy playing baseball games to make an appearance in your life for the past few years. You hadn’t really seen him since you went to university. It honestly made you feel relieved, but now you’d seen him - well, he was definitely better looking than he had been. That fact was only reinforced to you as you walked through their long hallway, taking in all the family pictures that had been up for so many years. You were even in a few of them, chubby cheeks and acne galore as you stood with your arm around Sieun. 

You’d stared at him all the way through dinner, in all honesty. After your second, adopted parents had greeted you and Sieun’s mother had cried upon seeing how much you’d grown - you hadn’t grown since you were thirteen, being on the shorter side of things - you’d all sat down to eat the hearty meal that she'd prepared. Seungmin sat in front of you in his assigned place, something you previously would’ve hated, but you could at least analyse him.

Yeah, something had changed. He was aesthetically pleasing, but you hadn’t forgotten his fucking behaviour. He was a menace. You shoved another forkful of the homemade lasagne in your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at the boy sitting in front of you. 

His eyes flickered to look at you, but you didn’t even think about looking away. His eyes were so dark. Stoic, almost, and he was like… okay, yeah, he looked like your ex-fling from college. That’s weird. It didn’t even stop you maybe bordering on finding Seungmin attractive, as much as it put you off of your lasagne to even think of the concept.

“Can you stop fucking staring at me?” Seungmin hissed, his fork clattering down to the plate with an eye watering noise. You huffed, reaching forward to stab him with your knife before Sieun yanked your hand back. 

“Who said I was staring at you? I’m eating my fucking food, you heathen, and everytime I look up your ugly face is right in front of me-”

“Oh, I missed this!” Sieun’s mother smiled, her eyes fond. “Let me just get a camera, and I can take a picture of you three.”

Later on, in Sieun’s room, you both sat with your legs laid up against the headboard and sheet masks on your face. The anger was still burning in your stomach, but you were trying not to let everything revolve around him, like it always did. 

“So, we’re going to watch Seungmin’s baseball game tomorrow. Mum and dad are super excited about it,” Sieun said, painting your nails where your hand laid on her stomach. You groaned, feet kicking against the wall with small thuds. Sieun’s hand paused with the tiny paint brush, turning to look at you through narrowed eyes. “You don’t think he… looks different? Everyone’s been saying that since he came home.”

“Looks different?” You snickered. “Still looks pretty fucking weird to me. Seriously, how are the two of you even related? You’re pretty, nice, funny, and he’s so fucking- ugh! I can’t even explain it, and he-”

Sieun snorted. “You think he’s hot.”

You gasped, pulling your hand away. The nail polish smeared all over your finger, which was decidedly the one you used to point menacingly towards your lifelong best friend. “I do not! He’s gotten taller, yeah. The hair’s… different, but that’s the only thing that’s changed. He’s still fucking annoying, even after getting his braces off, and-”

“And you’ve noticed all these things about him,” Sieun sighed, leaning up and readjusting her whole body to sit cross legged, facing you. She put the paintbrush back in the nail polish bottle. The sheet mask made her look a lot less friendly than she was trying to be. The Sheet Mask Murderer could be a good horror film, you pondered, as she stared at you. “Bestie, I’m not going to be upset if you have a crush on my brother, you know? I know he’s grown up in the past year, and so have you. Things could be different now, and… you could be part of the family, officially, I guess.”

You screwed up your face, shock painting your expression. The sheet mask got caught in the lines of your forehead. “You’re deranged, Sieun. You know that, right? Like, you’ve actually lost the plot this time.”

Sieun sighed, fingers reaching to peel the sheet mask off of her face. “I have always been deranged.”

“Well, yeah, there is that.”

She flopped back down next to you, dark hair splaying around her head like a halo. “We will still have the best summer. I promise you.”

“Okay, my conditions are that we have to go to a lot of cool parties, get amazingly drunk and maybe fuck one or two people. Deal?”

“Um, duh? Deal.”

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You’d dreaded the baseball game all day. For starters, you were going to see baseball, something you had absolutely no clue about. Secondly, it was your literal enemy’s baseball game. It was also one of his pro games, and was taking place at a massive stadium where just about everyone seemed to know who Seungmin was and who his family was. You’d already had to witness Sieun posing with a peace sign for multiple selfies with fans once you’d all found your seats, and Sieun’s mother had already put an arm around you to show you exactly where Seungmin would be once the game started.

“He’ll be over there,” She pointed to a part of the field. You didn’t really care. You had no clue what baseball was or any of its rules - just that there were bats and they hit balls and ran. You decided that was all you needed to know. You weren’t going to do any research for it, not if it was him playing. 

You and Sieun had dressed up, too, because Sieun had thankfully found a beach party for you all to go to later. ‘All’ sadly included Seungmin and his gaggle of just as annoying friends. The only one you really got on with was Chan, who was mature and seemed to be ageing ten times quicker due to the stress the rest of the group caused him. You both kissed when you were drunk and had agreed you were just friends who liked to kiss, which was optimal for you, really. You had decided that you would dress up nicely in a borderline slutty white dress and sandals for the party, and you had makeup on. It was most definitely for the party, and not for any other reason.

When the game started, you thought you were going to have a heart attack and die. While Sieun and her family were cheering out Seungmin’s name, all you saw was that ass in tight, pinstripe trousers. He was grinning, waving over to your section - definitely not at you, he hated you and you were literally looking at him with the most shocked expression in that moment. He looked good. You decided it was okay to admit that mentally, because no one was ever going to hear you say it. His ass looked peachy and you wanted to bite into it like it was one, and maybe see what the front of his body looked like - all of it.

It all looked good, at least when he was wearing clothes. Broad shoulders pulled that jersey tight around them, and his hat was pulled low to almost obscure his dark eyes. When he rolled his neck, clicking it out with one broad hand before grabbing the ball, you knew your panties were wet. Soaking, actually, because he looked so broad and so tall and so fucking powerful on that pitch. You’d always had a thing for men who looked like they could fuck you like you were beneath them. The fleeting thought that Seungmin would definitely do just that caused your cheeks to blaze.

Obviously, his team won. Obviously he did, because then you had to stand there afterwards when his whole family hugged him and you just stood there kicking pebbles before wincing that it hurt your bare toes. Fuck sandals. Fuck Seungmin. 

Once he’d hugged Sieun, he turned to you, cheeks slightly pink from the exertion of the sport. You briefly thought about how baseball wasn’t even that tiring. One stripe of black paint on his cheek caught your eye when you looked at him. When Sieun elbowed your side, you looked up, arms folded across your chest. Seungmin blinked at you, hands in his pockets with a cocky smirk. You knew what he was waiting for. 

Mumbling, you spoke - “Congrats.”

“Say it properly, brat.”

“Fuck you, I don’t say what you want me to say!” You kicked a pebble at him successfully, smiling in accomplishment when it bounced off of his knee. He simply scowled, repeating what you said in a meh bleh, bleh bleh type of way. When you let your arms drop from your chest to strangle him to the floor Bart and Homer style, Sieun gripped you by the back of your bodycon dress and dragged you back to stand next to her. 

“Go get changed for the party, Seungie,” She said, keeping you in her hand like you were a rabid dog on a leash. “And you. You can’t just try to strangle my brother-”

“How did you even know I was going to strangle him?”

“Because, it’s not the first time!” Sieun shouted, stomping her feet like a child. She finally stopped holding onto you, huffing as she turned to look at you fully. Seungmin’s parents had left to get to the car, insisting on giving you all a lift to the beach where the party was held. Your parents would never. You’d lost count of how many times you had blisters from walking back from somewhere five miles away because your mother was engrossed in another show on television. Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the both of you. 

“I’m gonna go get changed.” He finally spoke, waving towards the direction of the locker room. You grimaced.

“Okay, and? I don’t care,” When you watched Seungmin walk away, eyes unable to tear away from that tight ass in those trousers, you could practically feel Sieun’s own eyes boring into your face. Finally turning to look at her, you saw a slight smile on her lips. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything, bestie.”

You stormed off to the car, in a foul mood now that you’d been caught by Sieun ogling her own brother. Just to make matters worse, you had been designated to shimmy into the middle seat of the back because you were the smallest, so you’d be sat in between the two siblings. Brilliant. Just ideal, really. Thankfully, Sieun’s parents had already put the air con on. The heat of the summer had been killing you in that packed baseball stadium. 

“So, what did you think of Seungmin?” Sieun’s dad asked you. He looked a lot like Seungmin actually, just an aged version with salt and pepper hair. You smiled politely, about to respond before Sieun cut you off.

“Dad, don’t. She’s already wound up.” You wanted to kiss Sieun. You could not discuss what had just happened, including the game. You’d spent the whole time drooling over the bane of your existence. When Seungmin finally got to the car, you side eyed him in order to see what he was wearing, and were more than pleased to see he was in a light grey t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Good. Nothing tight. 

The beach party was packed when you arrived there. A lot of sweaty young adults smoking weed, drinking and perched around a campfire or dancing near the portable speaker playing music quietly. All you could think about was how much you deserve a drink after the day’s events, and you were quick to drag Sieun over to Chan when you spotted him. Dark curly hair hidden under a hat and a sleeveless black tank top. Unmistakably Chan, and also unmistakably someone who would donate alcohol to a good cause. 

He immediately looked up at you, his smile wide with dimples adorning his cheeks. You saw Seungmin flop down next to some other friends he had from the corner of your eye. Chan caught your attention though, handing you and Sieun a beer each. “Hello, you. Welcome back to the town.” 

“Channie!” You squealed, taking the beer from him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He subsequently pulled you onto his lap and Sieun giggled, sitting in the sand next to him. You’d always been close with Chan, and you wouldn’t be lying if you said you found him attractive. Those arms showing in the sleeveless top were definitely doing something for you that night, but you weren’t sure if it was the pent up aggression from earlier. You immediately pressed the beer to your lips at the thought, swigging down a lot of the liquid. 

Then, it just felt like the drinks kept coming. Over and over you were drinking beers that were handed to you by either Chan or Changbin, one of the others you were friendly with, and you found yourself becoming tipsy and slouching on Chan’s lap. The fire burned your eyes a bit when you stared into it, but you were still giggling, leaning your head back on Chan’s shoulder.

Seungmin glowered, turning to Sieun and speaking almost inaudibly. “Stop her drinking. She’s making a fool of herself, all over Chan like that.”

“They’re friends, you idiot. She’s not even drunk, they’re just always like that!” You didn’t have time to thank Sieun for defending you immediately against her own brother because Hyunjin was coming over to you with two small plastic shot glasses. One sniff of the liquid proved it was vodka, a fact you weren’t surprised about - Hyunjin loved to get utterly white-girl-wasted at any party. His smile was wide and eyes half-lidded already when he looked at you. 

“This is for you,” Hyunjin whispered. His fringe almost obscured his face as he handed a shot glass to you, and offered the other to Chan. Chan held out his hand, pushing it softly back to Hyunjin. Hyunjin literally just shrugged his shoulders, toasting your own shot before knocking his own back. He didn’t even make a face when taking shots, which was probably the fact about Hyunjin you were most jealous of - along with his ethereal beauty, obviously. You grimaced when the liquid hit your own taste buds, glugging it back thankfully. You couldn’t gag on Chan right now. 

The music filled your ears as the sun began to set. Someone had turned the speaker up just a bit louder, and Jisung had started to dance and embarrass himself. It was the usual behaviour. You saw Changbin chatting to some girls you and Sieun had gone to school with, and Sieun got up to go and join, leaving Seungmin chatting with the other boys on the other side of the bonfire. You sat quite happily on Chan’s lap, listening to him telling a story from work.

“I mean, it was insane. Hannie quite literally wrote this entire song in like, five minutes. We were all super drunk. I have no idea how he did it,” Chan said, hands flying everywhere in his story. You blinked at him for a moment, processing who Hannie was. Ah. Han Jisung. Hannie. The round-cheeked boy was still twerking across from you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m just a bit tipsy now,” You giggled, nuzzling into his cheek. Chan laughed at your level of clinginess, hand placed on your hip comfortingly. “Sorry, Channie.”

“That’s okay. Hey, remember a few years ago? You always wanted kisses from me and Changbin when you were drunk, heh,” Chan looked at you, eyes fond. When you finally looked into his eyes, it was like your brain caught up with what he was saying. Kisses? God, that’d be so good.

“Kisses. Oh my God,” You whispered, eyes wide. Chan threw his head back, hand over his face while he laughed this time. “Channie.”

Chan sighed, finally looking at you. “Yes? What is it?” He knew what it was. You surged forward, pressing a familiar friendly kiss to his plump lips. He raised his eyebrows in shock, pulling you back by his grip on your hips.

“I cannot kiss you right now. Seungmin is there, and he is looking at us.”

“Who cares about that guy? He’s an ass,” You mumbled, pressing your lips to Chan again. Chan sighed into the kiss, finally giving up and letting his lips brush against yours. You loved kissing Chan. It was always so fun, so familiar, just two friends making out when drunk. It was one of your favourite pastimes, to be honest. You were just getting into the kiss when you felt hands on your waist, scooping you up and throwing you over one broad shoulder. You heard Chan laugh while you were disoriented, trying to work out whose shoulder you were even on and why are you walking away from the beach party?! You were having so much fun! 

“What is goin’ on?!” You shrieked, legs flailing around. You were slurring at this point, and you even heard Sieun giggling over the music. Finally, you heard a sigh as the feet of the body you had been stolen by started to wade through the sand and onto the street.

“We are going home. That’s what’s fucking going on,” Seungmin. You grimaced, wriggling to try and get off of his shoulder, but the grip he had on your body was unbelievable. “Why the hell were you doing that?”

“Doing what? Kissing Chan? I always kiss Chan.”

“I don’t want you to do that anymore, okay?” You huffed at his words, resorting to slamming your fists on his back as he walked quickly down the street. He didn’t even flinch. “Are you listening to me, brat? I don’t want you doing that.”

“You are not my fucking dad, Kim Seungmin. You don’t decide who I kiss!” You sounded like a petulant child, whining and squirming around to be put down on your feet. Finally, Seungmin grabbed your hips with both hands, placing you down on the floor. Cars were speeding past you as you both stood on the pavement. You crossed your arms over your chest, vision slightly blurry from the intoxication and body covered in sand. Seungmin didn’t look to be doing any better, beige specks of sand in his dark hair and his grey t-shirt completely covered. He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head when looking at you.

“I may not decide who you kiss, but I’m gonna be mad if you do that again. Got it?” Seungmin was stoic, sharp as he spoke in a monotone voice towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows. What? Why did it matter? “He’s my friend.”

“Okay, and? I don’t care.” You repeated your words from earlier. Seungmin huffed, blowing a strand of blonde hair from his forehead. You looked at him. He looked at you. Then, he was turning around, walking down the road in the direction towards his house. You gasped, appalled that he’d leave you there on the side of the road like some kind of bag of trash. 

After a few long strides, you heard him groan faintly in the distance. He stopped dead still, turning around to you with a grimace. “Are you coming, or?”

You stood your ground. “Nope.”

“Fine, stay there and be killed by a raccoon or something, fucking brat. Or worse, an actual murderer. Wouldn’t that be scary? A murderer just killing you while you’re standing there in your sandals. Can’t even protect yourself, can’t throw your shoe at him like you do with me because what harm will sandals do-” Seungmin stopped talking when you ran at him, eyes wide as you wrapped your arm around his own. He huffed, trying to shake your arm off of his, but you held on tightly. Your bottom lip quivered. You were such a baby when it came to scary things like raccoons and murderers. 

“‘M scared now, Seungmin.” You whispered, leaning your head on his arm. You could practically sense Seungmin rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to his warm body. 

“Only five minutes now. Five minutes and we’ll be home, okay?” You nodded, trying to keep up with the strides of his long legs. 

In bed that night, laying in Sieun’s bed sans Sieun, you couldn’t help but wonder just what the fuck that was. Seungmin was almost nice for a moment. Sure, he’d had that weird freak out about you kissing Chan - that was strange - but then he’d not left you on the side of the road. A few years ago, he would have left you on the pavement and then proceeded to go get a car to run you over on said pavement. He had changed.

Kim Seungmin was hot. You’ll admit that, unfortunately. But now Kim Seungmin was hot and he had morals, too. 

That one would be hard to process.

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The next morning, you were woken up by Sieun’s arm across your forehead and her soft snores in your ear. You briefly felt extremely guilty for making sure she hadn’t gotten home safe, but judging by her still sleeping, she’d left after you’d fallen asleep. You wanted to wake her, to ask her what the fuck her brother’s deal was, but you settled on heading downstairs to get some breakfast and calm your stomach. It felt like a bomb had gone off in there. 

You started to make your way downstairs to get breakfast, but you walked straight into Seungmin’s chest as soon as you left Sieun’s bedroom. He stood with a mug of coffee in his hands, blinking down at you like you were, in fact, a bomb that had just gone off in front of him. 

You stared up at him, eyes wide. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Move, brat.”

Oh. So he was just going to forget him being borderline nice ever happened? What a fucking- ugh! You scoffed, looking down at the coffee. 

“You know this isn’t your room right, dumbass? Take your coffee into your own room.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, barging past you to stand by the door.

“It’s for my sister, dumbass.” You wanted to ask where’s mine, then, but Seungmin would only laugh at you and move on with his life. It annoyed you beyond belief that Seungmin had actually been nice to you the night before and then continued to act like absolutely nothing happened. You wanted to positively kick him across the face like the Mortal Kombat games he used to unplug your controller on.

Still, you had hope for the summer. Two straight days of hell would not change your mind. You just had to get through today, a chill, relaxing day with Sieun where you both nursed slight hangovers and probably cried over making mistakes the night before. Then there was hope for some fun tomorrow. 

Tomorrow was the annual camping trip with your friend group. It only went on for one night, in the woods close to your actual home a few streets away, but it was something everyone looked forward to. Unfortunately, given that your friend group was also Seungmin’s friend group, and that he was back now, it meant he would be there. This was unlike the annual camping trips before, and you were dreading his presence. You just had to avoid him, and he wouldn’t stop you kissing your friends. He wouldn’t stop you having fun if you just acted like he wasn’t there. The thought made your blood boil. 

You hid in the bathroom until you heard Seungmin’s footsteps recede back into his bedroom, and then you emerged. Fuck breakfast. You needed a good heart-to-heart with your best friend. Stomping back into the bedroom, you were met with Sieun’s eyes still only half open, just about emerging from above the mug.

“Oh, hey,” Sieun mumbled. She blew the hot liquid in the cup and then took a sip, humming with satisfaction. You stood there, arms crossed across your chest and foot tapping with annoyance. Sieun looked at you. You looked at her, a frown on your lips. She sighed. “What’s he done now?”

“Well, what the fuck was last night, Sieun?!” You exclaimed, throwing your body down on the bed. Sieun snorted, sounding like she was holding back a laugh. “Sieun, he picked me up and took me from a party. What was that? And, and! On the way home, he was kind of being… nice?! Then, just now, this morning, he was being absolutely horrible again!”

“And this annoys you because…? You’re always horrible to each other, sweetie.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” You huffed, turning over to scream into a pink heart pillow on Sieun’s bed. “He’s coming tomorrow, too. Like, as if it could get any worse!”

Sieun hummed. You heard the mug clink onto the bedside table, probably to live next to another ten mugs for about three weeks. “I’ll make sure he’s on his best behaviour.”

You grumbled into the fabric. Then, as if you’d completely forgotten about it, a blurred memory came into your head. I don’t want you doing that anymore. He’d said that in confidence, stood there in front of you, all long legs and pouty lips forming the words. “He… he said he didn’t want me kissing Chan anymore.”

Sieun spluttered. “He- he what?! Why would he say that?”

You shrugged. “D’no. Weird though. It… it made me feel weird. Like, almost shy. I don’t know.”

“That’s because you have a big old crush on my brother. We’ll address that later, though, because it seems my brother may have a big old crush on you,” You lifted your head, blinking at her. The drink had gone to her head last night. She was now clinically insane, beyond deranged by the sounds of it. Her eyes were peering out of the window opposite her bed in deep contemplation. “I mean, it makes sense. You two do bicker like an old married couple, but maybe that’s your shtick.” 

“I do not have a big old crush on your brother. He does not have a big old crush on me. We are mortal enemies.”

“Mmhm, okay, honey. We’ll see what happens tomorrow, yeah?”

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You didn’t sleep a wink the night before the camping trip. Of course you didn’t. Your thoughts were riddled with stupid remarks and baseball uniforms and long legs looking amazing in said baseball uniforms. Eventually, you’d actually cried a bit, just wanting him to leave your mind. Then, you felt pathetic crying over a man. That disgusted you beyond belief.

It had you thinking that Sieun may have been onto something. Maybe you did have a stupid crush on her brother. Maybe it had never left, ever since you’d caught sight of his chubby cheeks and mop of dark hair when you were both little. You’d have to just overcome it. Arguing with him would probably help, and you did that everyday, so it’d be fine. Manageable, at least, so long as he kept his goddamn nose out of your business. You’d had stupid crushes on people before, and you knew this one could leave very easily and very quickly.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of sleep, you had been forced to smother your eye bags in concealer that was maybe a shade too light. Seungmin had commented on this when you and his sister loaded your stuff into his pristine car, grimacing at the sight of you.

“You look like a ghost, brat.” You had immediately tried to rub the concealer off with your fingers, and now it was just a smeared mess on your otherwise decent skin. Fuck that guy. Fuck Kim Seungmin. Fuck yourself, too, because why were you trying to adhere to what he said?

It had still been plaguing your mind when you laid next to the lake in the woods while everyone drank around you. You had taken your premixed cocktail in a can to the lake not too far from the lake, and were perched in your blue bikini trying to get somewhat of a tan. Your skin was only blazing with anger, not sun. All of a sudden, you heard some branches snapping, and opening your eyes served you with the face of your best friend.

“Truth or dare. C’mon, everyone’s playing.”

You were lugged back to the campsite, groaning with your can still in your hand. Chan perked up immediately at the sight of you, patting his lap in invitation. 

You went to walk over, smiling at his dimpled cheeks, but quickly turned to Seungmin. “Sorry, Channie, I should probably check if I’m allowed first.”

Everyone erupted in roars, even Chan, who dragged you by your waist onto his lap while still giggling. Seungmin practically glowered, eyes staring you down with the anger within him. 

“Let's start with you then, brat,” Seungmin said, motioning towards you with the hand wrapped around the neck of his beer. “Truth or dare?”

You pretended to think. You always chose the same thing. “Truth.”

“Boring!” Sieun screamed, her pink bikini strap slipping down her shoulder. Changbin used two fingers to push it back up into place. Always a gentleman. “Okay, what is the biggest lie you’ve ever told?”

Seungmin turned to Sieun, displeasure written all over his features. “It’s literally meant to be me asking the question.”

“I don’t care.” Sieun shrugged. She also knew what the biggest lie you’ve ever told is, judging by the smirk on her face when she turned back towards you.

You smacked your lips together. Okay. If he had a crush on you, it would be instantly severed in that moment, because you were about to wholeheartedly tell the truth. “Seungmin, I was the one who broke your PS4. I spilled coffee over it.”

“What?! You fucking brat!” Everyone screamed again, Chan howling with laughter at Seungmin’s exasperation. “Tell me that you aren’t serious. You told me that-“

“I told you that the dog peed on it?” You giggled. Seungmin nodded, eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, no. It stank of coffee, so you’re kinda dumb for believing me in the first place.”

Seungmin huffed. His cheeks were red, breathing heavy. Oh, he was so mad. Good. You lived your life specifically to piss Kim Seungmin off.

“Okay, Seungmin. Truth or dare?” Changbin spoke up. He didn’t need to speak up, because his voice was like a foghorn already. Seungmin sighed again, turning to the shorter male. 

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Dahyun.” You turned to the girl in question. She was quite quiet, only speaking when spoken to, but you and Sieun had been friendly enough with her back in high school. She’d been close with Chan, though, and had kind of stuck with the group since. You thought she didn’t even like Seungmin either, but the way she perked up at the statement said otherwise. 

Seungmin, however, was still looking very pissed off. He put his beer bottle on the floor, sighing as he made his way over to Dahyun. You heard Jisung giggling, making lewd comments and noises in Minho’s ear, who just pushed him off with a sigh of fondness. All of a sudden, Seungmin’s lips were pressed to hers. You could see everything. Tongue and spit swapped between the two, and you found yourself turning to look at your drink instead. Awkward.

It made you feel awkward. More than that, though, it kind of made you feel weird. You weren’t sure of the emotion exactly, but you knew you wanted to leave instantly and never see Seungmin or Dahyun ever again. You also wanted to scream. Especially when you finally let yourself look up, when the cheers receded to murmurs and Seungmin had pulled away from Dahyun, looking straight at you. 

You locked eyes with him, blinking. Then, you saw fucking red.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You blurted, seeing Seungmin’s eyes widen at your outburst. Dahyun’s eyebrows raised, looking at you with fear. You turned to her with a timid smile. “Not you. Him. The bastard you kissed seems to think he can tell me what I can do, who I can kiss, yet he seems to be doing whatever he wants? Is this a joke, Kim Seungmin?”

Sieun laughed awkwardly from her position next to Changbin, rising up onto her feet. “Okay, perhaps this doesn’t need to happen right now-“

“No, let the brat speak to me how she wants. It’s not going to fucking end well, and she knows it,” Seungmin spoke, throwing his beer bottle down on the floor exasperatedly. He stood up, light blue baggy jeans looking slightly brown with the mud and an oversized jersey falling off of broad shoulders. You took in his appearance with nothing but an angered expression, cheeks burning with rage when you realised he still looked really fucking good with his hair dyed like that. Something about him shouting at you was turning you on, too, but you decided to address that at a later date. “I told you not to kiss Chan for a good reason.”

You scoffed. You could practically hear Chan’s hair turning to grey from stress behind you. “Oh, yeah? What reason is that? He’s my friend.”

“You should- you should only kiss people you like. People you’re interested in,” Seungmin was shouting now, finger pointing at you determinedly. You rolled your eyes, making him stomp his foot in the mud. 

“I guess that means that you like Dahyun then, huh?” You said, remembering to give Dahyun another smile. This really wasn’t against her. She was sweet, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. Kim Seungmin just grinds your fucking gears. 

You realised way too late that maybe you didn’t want to know the answer to the question that you’d so loudly shouted. 

Seungmin ran his hand through his hair, licking his lips. You tried to avoid staring at his mouth when he eventually retorted. “Maybe I do, brat. What’s it to you?” 

You blanched. It was nothing. It was nothing to you, really, but you definitely couldn’t back down now, even if you could sense the rest of your friendship group feeling slightly awkward in the wake of tension. You folded your arms over your chest, staring Seungmin down while you searched your brain earnestly for something that would hurt. 

“It’s nothing to me. I don’t give a fuck about you, Seungmin.”

Seungmin looked like he’d stopped breathing, staring at you with intensity in his eyes. You couldn’t quite work out what emotion they held, but you had a feeling that you may have gone a bit further than your normal bickering. It was only a matter of time, really, with you having a very short temper and all. 

As if it had never even happened, Seungmin rolled his neck and shrugged. He sat back down on the floor with a flurry of movement and with another shift, his arm was around Dahyun and he was pulling her close. She looked like she wanted to run very far away, but then Seungmin was handing her another beer and it was apparently fine. 

Changbin cleared his throat. “Okay, shall we continue?”

The rest of the night went with seemingly no hitches. Everyone drank, sang, danced, and the tents were slowly filling up with people retiring from the night, their skin still dewy with the water from the lake close by. You even managed to avoid getting riled up by the bastard sitting opposite you, so that was an achievement in itself. Eventually, you retired to the tent you, Sieun and Chan had been designated, limbs stiff from sitting down for so long.

Wiggling into your sleeping bag, you zipped up the fabric with your whole body inside like a cocoon. You could hear mumbling and giggles from the next tent over, but choosing to ignore it, you shifted over to face Chan. He was still awake, scrolling through his phone. You weren’t sure the guy ever fucking slept, in all honesty. Sieun snored behind you steadily, the sound of cicadas breaking up the noise of her heavy slumber. 

Chan blinked up at you, locking his phone when he saw you were still awake. The moonlight just about seeped through the walls of your temporary home for the night and you could see his features, sharp as always. He grinned at you, pulling you closer by your sleeping bag. “So.” 

“So,” you agreed, nuzzling into his bare shoulder. The summer heat was still present in the night, although mild, and he’d clearly chosen to not overheat with his chest bare. “This whole night was really weird, Channie. My life is really weird right now.”

“Tell me about it,” Chan hummed, fingers scratching on your scalp soothingly. “How long?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Chan simply looked at you earnestly, his lips in a tight smile. “How long… what?”

“How long since you’ve liked him?” Chan whispered, clearly registering the noise from the next tent over. You blanched, before realising that well - you could lie to Kim Sieun, Kim Seungmin and yourself, but you couldn’t lie to Bang Chan. He was too kind, too dear to you in a different sense to what Sieun was. 

“I dunno what it is, but I’m ignoring it,” you responded, even quieter than his whisper. “It’s weird. Makes me feel weird.”

Chan let out a silent laugh, chest shaking next to you. “Crushes tend to do that, babe. They make you feel all weird and fuzzy.”

“Kim Seungmin does not make me feel weird and fuzzy, Channie. I can’t stand him.”

“You can’t stand him because he makes you feel weird and fuzzy, and maybe it’s about time you realised that.”

You huffed, turning over to press your back against his chest, despite being separated by sleeping bags and extra fabric. Chan shuffled closer, pulling you in for a cuddle nonetheless. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, murmuring, “you can’t avoid him. I know you want to, but you can’t. He’s your best friend’s brother.”

Unfortunately, this was something you had already recognised. Staring at Sieun’s sleeping figure reminded you that yeah, he was your best friend’s brother, and while a relationship between you and him would never fuck anything up… well, an unrequited crush might. It would be too awkward. That’s why you swore you were going to ignore him. 

You had to go back to hating Kim Seungmin.

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Fortunately, it was a lot easier than you’d anticipated. You’d managed to avoid him in his own home. You didn’t even see him in the hallways, sticking to showers late at night while he was always showering in the early morning, and you and Sieun had been eating out nearly every day to avoid family dinners. It almost felt rude, but with Seungmin, being rude was not possible. He was the epitome of rude.

Rude, brazen, and with zero morals. You’d almost forgotten that in the haze of him being nice once and looking pretty all the time. Sure, he was aesthetically pleasing, and maybe he was exactly your type. But you were never going to forget the history between you ever again, not if you put your mind to it. 

However, the concept of your own morals slipping to actually possibly like Seungmin had ruined your days since. You just couldn’t believe yourself! That’s Seungmin you were very nearly lusting over. Your mortal enemy, the bane of your existence. Who cared if he’d gotten hot?

Apparently, you did. As you stood in a party with Sieun dancing around carelessly, you were clutching your drink tight and thinking of your enemy. The drink limited your inhibitions, making you able to think more freely. Why did he look at you like that after kissing Dahyun? Why did he stop you kissing Chan? Why did- 

“Why are you still overthinking? We’re at a party!” Sieun hollered, the drink in her cup threatening to slosh over the edges with her dancing. You shook your head, putting on your best fake smile.

“I am having the bestest time,” You insisted, smiling and starting to do a little jig to the music. The house party, held at Changbin’s literal mansion, was slowly filling up. You and Sieun had retired to the kitchen to down a few drinks so that you felt less awkward and could start going feral with the rest of the party, but the more drinks you had, the more you got inside of your own head. This wasn’t like you. You were the party girl, the girl who everyone had awaited return to the town - you wanted to scream and stomp your feet like a child. 

“You’re totally not, honey,” Sieun mumbled, seeing the look in your eyes. You sighed, downing back the concoction in your cup. You’d worn another slutty dress to the party, done your makeup and hair and now it was all going to waste. “Are you sure you don’t wanna head back?”

You shrugged. “I mean, if you want to, we can.”

Sieun’s eyes widened. “Well, I was just- I was gonna call you an Uber, and get you home. I’m gonna stay, y’know, it’s Changbin’s house, and… yeah.”

And she wanted to make out with Changbin. She was so valid for that. You sighed again, looking around at the kitchen. The party was a bit too much for you right now in your utterly discombobulated headspace. Maybe you should go back, just chill for the night, sleep. It was probably for the best, or you’d ruin Sieun’s night too by being so awkward. 

“Ah. Yeah, okay, maybe it’s best if I go home,” You looked at Sieun, who was beginning to eye up Changbin. He was in a pretty intense game of beer pong with Jisung, and both parties were screaming their heads off. You didn’t want to stand between Sieun and her destiny, her fate. Sieun turned back to you, a glint in her eye. “Alright, would you call me an Uber? But um, maybe I should go to my house. Y’know, since-“

“He’s at practice,” She said, shaking her head. “Not home. Don’t worry, he won’t be home for a little while.”

You frowned, checking the time. It was 9pm. Did practice go on this late? You let yourself accept her statement anyway. You still had no clue what happened in baseball, or what happened in baseball practice nonetheless. It could go on until 3am for all you knew. Sieun pressed a few buttons on her cracked phone before she was grinning, sending you a thumbs up.

“All done. He- the driver, he’ll be here in five. Good?” You nodded, giving her a quick hug. “You need me to wait outside with you?”

“No, no,” You shook your head. You couldn’t ruin her night even more through your petty questioning of why, why, why. After giving Sieun a quick kiss on the cheek, you made sure she went straight over to Changbin and was safe before you left the house. It took you a solid five minutes to even try to wade through the bodies and you were thankful you were leaving -  you really didn’t have the headspace for that.

Standing outside, you rubbed your hands over your arms to try and gain some warmth. You’d never been great with cold, and although the summer nights weren’t as biting on your skin, it was still unpleasant when you didn’t have the body of a friend next to you. It was also your fault for wearing a strapless minidress that was about two seconds from falling down or riding up, or both. 

The car really only took five minutes. You were thankful for this, as Ubers were inherently unreliable and it was getting colder, and way too loud in the house behind you. Scurrying down the front steps, you didn’t look at the car until you were about a foot in front of it, looking up at the vehicle. 

The car was very familiar. You weren’t sure if the few drinks you’d consumed had made your eyesight go funny, but… no, that definitely was Sieun’s car. You could see inside the car, a lot cleaner than when she picked you up from the airport but still looking half broken. And… Oh God. She’d really done you dirty this time.

Seungmin was sitting in the driver’s seat, and he rolled the window down upon your arrival. “Are you getting in?” 

“No.” You blurted, arms crossed over your chest. “Why are you driving Sieun’s car?”

“Mine’s in for a service,” He responded, eyes racking over your figure. “You look freezing, brat. Get in.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to have to get out and grab you, am I?” He said, eyes narrowing at you. You blanched. He was kinda scary tonight. With a sigh, you made haste to the other side of the car, and heard him mumble “thought not”.

You buckled up your seatbelt when in the passenger seat, and tried to reach over to fiddle with the aircon. The car was cold, too, and you found yourself even more on edge now that you were sitting with Seungmin in a confined area. 

Fiddling with the aircon, you felt Seungmin bat your hand away. “It’s broken.” You turned to look at him, completely silent, and then you saw it. He was in his baseball uniform. Tight pinstripe trousers on those long legs and a loose jersey on his upper body, hair almost flattened from his hat. It still looked good, blonde streaks breaking up the dark mop of hair on his unfairly pretty face. 

“Hello?” He waved a hand over your face. “Are you deaf now, brat? It’s broken.”

“Yeah, sorry,” You mumbled, turning to face out the window. You sensed Seungmin tensing, before he sighed and started the engine to the car. The car started to speed away from Changbin’s house before you even recognised it, too holed up in your head. 

Seungmin sighed again when you were still silent, no noise circulating the small space of the car. “What’s wrong with you lately?”

You turned to him, blinking. “Huh?”

“I’m asking what’s wrong with you lately. I’ve barely seen you. You haven’t been bickering at me, haven’t tried to physically fight me lately. What’s going on?”

You screwed your face up in confusion. “You don’t even care, Seungmin, so why are you asking?”

“Of course I care,” Seungmin’s eyebrows furrowed. He was staring at the road, not looking at you even as your eyes raked over his body unashamedly. “I don’t completely hate you, brat. You just piss me off a lot of the time. So, what’s wrong?”

Gazing at the bulge in his trousers, you realised you needed to stop being so thirsty and reply. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Why did you say that? Why was that the thing that came out of your mouth?

“Funny, because you seem to always want to talk,” Seungmin snickered, one hand tight on the steering wheel. His other arm rested on the armrest, looking the epitome of comfort and relaxation while you felt like you were dying. His remark made you burn with anger. How dare he? You don’t even talk that much, really. “I mean, can’t really get you to stop talking, so-”

“Shut up!” You shrieked. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You. You’ve been pissing me off so much lately, Seungmin. First, it’s the baseball uniform. Like, do the trousers have to be that tight?! Then, you stop me kissing Chan, and make me like, reconsider our whole dynamic for a hot second. Oh, and then, you kiss Dahyun, and that just- that just made me feel all weird. I didn’t like it, I felt weird.”

It was silent for a beat. Another beat passed, and Seungmin was brushing his tongue over his teeth in silent thought. Then, he was pulling into a layby on the side of the quiet road you were driving down, and he unbuckled his seatbelt. The engine switched off and Seungmin turned to you, eyes gazing directly into yours.

“Feel weird how?” He questioned. You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

“How did it feel weird, brat? You felt confused, maybe a bit sick, awkward even? Upset?” All the emotions Seungmin was quick firing at you had you nodding. You had felt all of those things. Then, all of a sudden, Seungmin was lunging towards you and pressing his plump lips against yours. You gasped, hands going to his broad shoulders. When you felt the material of his baseball jersey, you realised you kind of didn’t want to pull away, and you brushed your lips against his in a response to his movement.

When a second passed, Seungmin’s tongue was pressing into your mouth with fervour, one large hand going to the back of your head to keep you in place. You whimpered into the kiss, your tongue dancing against his and your fingernails digging into his shoulders. When Seungmin eventually pulled away, you chased his lips subconsciously, pouting when he just stared at you. 

“How did that feel?”

“Seungmin-”

“How did that feel, brat? Fucking answer me,” His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, slick with spit from his filthy kiss. You moved to encase his thumb in your mouth, keeping eye contact as your tongue swirled around it. 

Letting his tongue drop out of your mouth, you undid your seatbelt, moving closer to the figure next to you. “Felt good.”

Seungmin hummed, hands moving to grab your hips. He effortlessly lifted you onto his lap, your core settled right on top of the bulge in his fucking baseball trousers. You squirmed, hands moving to brush his hair out of his face. It was a strangely intimate moment, your fingers in his hair. “It feels good because we like each other.”

“Mm, no. Not possible,” You insist. Seungmin’s lips turned up into a smile, his eyebrow raised. “We bicker all the time, and-”

“And you got just so pissed at me kissing Dahyun, just like I lost it over you kissing Chan. I saw you staring at my ass in my game, and in all honesty, I’m staring at your thighs in that dress right now.” 

You look down at your thighs. They were spread immodestly, plush flesh slung over Seungmin’s thinner legs. Your dress had ridden up with your movement, and your core was barely covered by a strip of black lace that you referred to as underwear. It could barely be considered as underwear. Turning your attention back to Seungmin, you saw him still staring at your thighs, a hungry look in his eyes. 

“But- we argue all the time. You boil my blood, to be honest,” You admit, feeling a bit sheepish sitting on top of him like that. Seungmin let out a small laugh, hands moving to brush up and down your thighs. The feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin made you sigh, inching closer for more touch. 

“You piss me off too. You piss me off so much, I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name and crying. Is that fucked up?” Seungmin spoke, licking his lips. His attention went up to your own lips, to which you were nervously biting your bottom one. “I liked you when you were shy and quiet and you barely spoke. When you became stubborn, and outspoken, I liked you even more. It made me want to fuck you into submission, brat.”

You could literally feel yourself getting wet. Fuck you into submission? Now that sounded fucking amazing. You weren’t surprised he had the exact same sexual interests as you. You were a brat through and through. It’s where the nickname came from, after all. 

“Fuck me then,” You kissed his lips chastely, feeling him groan deeply into your mouth. He entertained you for a few seconds, a filthy swap of spit and tongue before he was pulling away. Your chest heaved, fingers digging into his shoulders once again. “Fuck me. Please, I’ll beg! I don’t care, just-“

“Shut the fuck up, brat,” Seungmin admonished. Your mouth instantly clenched shut in reaction, toes curling in your shoes. He threw his head back, eyes shut as if he was trying to control himself. He was just as affected as you. After a moment passed, he looked back at you, eyes still just as dark. “I’m not fucking you in Sieun’s car. I’ll take you home and fuck you nice and full in my bed. Does that sound good?”

You found yourself nodding, and Seungmin let you reposition yourself back in the passenger seat. You had never felt more excited in your life. Except, when he tried to start the ignition with the key, the car spluttered a few times and then stopped altogether. You blinked at the car. Seungmin took in a sharp inhale of air. He tried to turn the key again, and the car rocked as if in protest, but didn’t start. It was dead.

“Okay, fuck me in the car then?” You questioned, turning to face Seungmin again. You saw him almost laugh, lips curling, before he was shaking his head at you. 

“I like you too much to treat you like that.”

“Seungmin, you treat me badly everyday. It’s our whole thing.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my girl now. It’s different. We’re still going to bicker like mad, but I’m not having our first time be in a fucking car. Especially not one owned by my sister,” Seungmin sighed, long fingers reaching into his pocket. He clicked a few buttons before he landed on Chan’s contact. It didn’t even ring once before Chan picked up. “Hey, old man. So, we’re stuck in Sieun’s car, it’s finally died. No, I’m not with Sieun. Yes, I’m with her. Chan, can you stop asking questions and just come and save us?”

Your chest was still heaving when you heard rushed murmurs. His girl? He’d called you his girl, and surprisingly… you weren’t all that mad about it. He was sexy, and he was rude. But wasn’t that your type anyway? Taller than you, stoic, bitchy and could actually fuck you good. The last statement was something you had no doubt about, the way he’d effortlessly moved you onto his lap like that… you were squirming in your seat just thinking about it, clenching your thighs together. You didn’t even hear the click of the phone when Seungmin hung up, still focused on trying to get some friction on your core.

“Stop being a brat,” Seungmin demanded. You pouted, turning to him, to which he met your gaze with a steely glare. “I’m sure you can wait until we get home. Chan’s on his way.” How fucked up is it that even though he’s still being mean, he’s just making you like him more?

It wasn’t long before Chan’s sleek black car pulled up in front of Sieun’s. Luckily, you’d parked on a housing street where not many cars passed, so it’d be alright for Sieun’s car to stay there until the morning. Seungmin was instantly unbuckled and out of the car, baseball uniform tight on his legs as he walked over to your side. When you got out of the car, you expected him to walk away from the car straight away, but he had his arm around your waist tightly as if he was escorting you to the other vehicle. You even saw Chan’s confused expression in the driver’s seat. 

Chan only looked more confused when Seungmin followed you into the backseat and sat next to you, leaving no space. “Uhm, so. Back to yours then, Seungmin? We can sort the car tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Seungmin agreed, quiet as his warm hand went to rest on your thigh. Subconsciously, your legs spread to allow him access, and you heard him sigh next to you. Chan started the engine, speeding off down the road. He seemed on edge, turning the radio up loud. 

You stared at the rearview mirror, seeing Chan focusing on the expanse of road in front of him. With one of your boldest ever moves, you grabbed Seungmin’s hand, placing it on the front of your panties where you were soaking through the lace. Seungmin leaned in close, lips brushing against your ear. 

“You want me to finger you while he drives us home? That’s dirty, pup,” Seungmin murmurs. You let out a shaky breath, head rolling onto his shoulder. “Maybe I shouldn’t. You’re too desperate, I don’t think you’ve worked for it yet. Let’s make out a little, how’s that?”

You nod eagerly, fingers moving to grasp on his biceps. “Yeah- I need something, Seungmin. I think I’m going to die, you’re so hot in that fucking uniform, I-“

“You’re filth,” Seungmin groaned. “Fucking- c’mere.” His hand went to the back of your head, yanking your hair back before his lips were pressed against yours.

His tongue pressed his spit into your mouth in the most sexual kiss you’d ever had, and you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. His lips were so soft, so plump against yours and it weirdly just felt right - you liked him a little more when he was kissing you until you were breathless over when he would make fun of you. 

“Okay!” You’d forgotten Chan was even there until his hands clapped together. You both turned to look at him, your lips kiss-bitten and swollen. You were outside Seungmin’s house. When did you even get there? You blinked, staring at Chan. He gave you a wide smile. “I’m so glad you guys have worked things out, but I really don’t want my car soiled. Please go home.”

“Thanks for the lift, old man.” Seungmin was dragging you out of the car by your wrist, all the way up the driveway and into the house. Before you knew it, he was taking you up the stairs, too, and you were standing in front of his door.

Seungmin’s bedroom door. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even been inside. It used to be littered with figurines and music paraphernalia, and you had no idea what it would look like now. When Seungmin pushed open the door, it looked a lot cleaner and less immature, pristine grey sheets tucked into the corners like a hotel room and only a few baseball items littered around. 

He turned to you, pressing a peck to your lips. “Are you sure you want to fuck me? I have to warn you beforehand, I can get a little…”

“Mean?” You giggle. Seungmin nods, a smile on his lips. “I like mean. I thought I made that obvious.” 

“And I like bratty girls who need to be hurt until they cry. Are you a little painslut, brat?” You nod at his words. You couldn’t think of anything better, molten hot need rushing through you at the mere idea. “Good. Get naked for me and lay on my bed.”

Scurrying over to his bed, you just couldn’t believe you were actually about to do this. You were about to fuck the guy who you absolutely hated a month ago. You would’ve never dreamed of this - but now, it had you thinking. All of the bickering, all of the pissing each other off - had you just been trying to wind each other up for a specific response? Had you been doing it to get his attention? The thought hurt your brain, but you knew one thing. You wanted to fuck Kim Seungmin so fucking bad, and fuck whatever happened afterwards.

The fabric of your dress dropped to the floor once you’d unzipped it, the fabric pooling at your feet. You kicked it away, leaving yourself braless with just underwear on. Seungmin’s eyes trailed down your body, humming when you settled back against his sheets. 

That’s all he did for a while. He just looked at you, taking your full appearance in with wandering, claiming eyes. You found yourself meeting his gaze when he looked at your face. His trousers were even tighter than before, a long, hard erection pressing against the fabric. Letting your palms wander up your tummy, a delicate, grazing touch that made you squirm, you landed on your chest and tugged on your nipples.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Seungie?” The nickname dropped from your mouth before you could even process it. Seungmin scoffed, before he was pulling his jersey off with haste. It left him bare, exposing soft, milky planes of skin to your eyes. His body was lean yet toned, looking like the muscles would ripple under your fingers but feel so velvety at the same time. It was the perfect representation of his personality. 

He was on the bed quicker than you’d expected, lunging towards you like a primal animal stalking its prey. You gazed up at him when his movement landed him above you, your legs spread around his hips. All that was heard throughout the room were deep breaths when his bulge situated against you through your underwear, the puffs of air spanning across your skin where he leaned above you. 

“Should I fuck you?” He mumbled. You nodded slowly, letting your hips roll up against his. Seungmin licked his lips in response, hands going to pin your hips down. “Tell me what you like.”

You whimpered when his lips went to your neck, sucking on a spot underneath your jaw that felt so, so sensitive. “I like... Rough. Pain. I like it rough, I like being treated like I’m beneath you, but then- God, Seungie- you need to- I need to cum, when we fuck. Please?”

“Men don’t make you cum often, brat?” You shook your head, whining again when he sucked a hickey into your collarbone sharply. “That’s a pity. I bet you look so fucking beautiful when you cum, so desperate. I think I’ll let you cum.”

“Thank you,” You moaned lowly when he trailed his lips further down your body. His lips encaptured one of your nipples, a hard peak so sensitive to his loving tongue. The moonlight shone through his curtains, highlighting the new hairstyle he had and his button nose when he sucked on your breast. As if he’d been building up to it, Seungmin let his teeth bite into your nipple sharply, and you positively squeaked at the sensation. 

Letting your nipple pop out of his mouth, Seungmin grinned up at you. “Good?”

“More, more. Please, hurt me, please-”

“Hurt you?” He shifted again, looming over you in that dangerous, almost territorial way. “What if I slapped you? On your face. Would you like me to make that pretty face red?”

You gasped, eyes rolling back at the mere idea. He ground his bulge into you, waiting for your answer. “I- I love that, please, Seungmin, slap me. Oh my God, please, I think I’m gonna die-” 

You were cut off with a harsh smack to your cheek. Your head rolled, gasping in the aftermath of the pain. It should’ve put you off, it should’ve hurt too much, it should’ve made you question if he really liked you - but all you could think was again, please. That’s all you could say, too, begging him to slap you again. 

“Fucking filthy brat,” He grumbled, hand swinging again to slap you across the face. When your head tried to roll to the side again, he gripped your cheeks with his thumb and finger. You whined incoherently when he looked down at you, squishing your cheeks, until he was letting spit dribble into your mouth. “Mine.”

“Yours,” You nod, agreeing, and Seungmin groans at the sound of you saying it. You heard the rustling of fabrics, the moving of bedsheets and then his cockhead was positioned at your sopping wet hole, panties pulled to the side. You tried to buck your hips into it, trying to catch his cockhead and lure him inside, but his grip pushed you back down. 

“Tell me again. You’re mine, yeah? No more kissing Chan,” Seungmin rubbed the leaking tip against your hole, making you attempt not to squirm again. “No more arguing with anyone that isn’t me, brat. I’m your punching bag, yeah? You take all your anger out on me and I’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards, hurt you the way you like. That’s what you’ve always done it for, right?”

Your brain was fuzzy. Yes, that’s what you’d always done it for. You had always done it to get a rise out of him, and now that you were being put in your place, it made you feel like you were running a hundred miles an hour through a sandstorm. 

“Yes, ‘m yours, Seungie, please, can I have it? Need it,” You whine, head thrown back against his soft pillows. Seungmin coos at you condescendingly. 

“Do you? But what about prep, brat? It’ll hurt otherwise, won’t it?” Despite his words, he’s pressing the head of his cock inside of you. The stretch was blinding, making your toes curl and hands dig into the pillows. 

“I- I want it to hurt.”

“Of course you do,” Seungmin sneers, before he’s pushing his whole cock inside you at once. It’s long, pressing against your cervix as he bottoms out and your eyebrows furrow, jaw dropping in a silent moan. “That pussy’s so wet, fuck. I turn you on that much?”

“It turns me on to argue with you, turns me on when you’re mean- fucking, Seungmin, please, move,” You were admitting something you hadn’t quite admitted to yourself just yet, but when Seungmin started to snap his hips against yours, your brain went clear of all thoughts. “Ah, oh my fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck- hnng-”

“‘S good? You’re taking me so well, pretty little brat, you want a reward?” You nodded at his words, but you weren’t braced for his hand smacking your cheek once again. You reeled, eyes feeling blurry as his hips picked up the pace. He was breathing heavily on your cheek, warm breath fanning over even warmer skin. “Was that good? You want more?”

“Please, Seungie, please, more, slap me again, harder,” He slapped your opposite cheek this time, a welcome relief from your reddened cheek. The problem was that when his hand collided with your skin, you felt yourself seize up and - oh. You were cumming. “Ah-”

“Fuck, are you cumming that quick? You’re so fucking filthy, pup,” Seungmin groaned, his cock still bullying into your hole. With his pace not slowing, you couldn’t ride out the orgasm properly, and it was just one constant blissful experience. Your eyes rolled back into your head, toes curling with pleasure. “Cumming from me slapping your pretty little face. Dirty fucking bitch.”

“Seungie- I can’t, I can’t take it, please slow down!” You were squealing at that point, fingers digging into the pillows. 

“I don’t think you want me to, do you?”

He was so right. You shook your head, whining out again when he pulled out. Your hole fluttered around nothing, clit still swollen with arousal. Your slick had dripped all the way down to his pristine sheets, tarnishing his once neat room. Seungmin was quick to spin you around, putting you on your tummy with your ass just slightly raised for him. 

Within a brief moment, he was pushing inside of you again. His cock was still wet with your arousal, and your back arched when he bottomed out inside of you for the second time. Seungmin gripped your hair, making your back permanently arched for him. His lips attached to your neck, blonde highlighted hair draping onto your skin. 

“‘S good, so good,” You babbled, trying to push your ass back onto him. Seungmin allowed it this time, his hand moving from your hair to your neck. He squeezed the sides expertly and you whimpered, hands moving to grab his wrist. 

“You like that, don’t you? I’m meant to be your enemy, you dirty bitch, and look at you,” He was chuckling mirthlessly, grinning when you kept babbling. “I guess you like my cock too much. Dumb fucking slut, all I have to do is fill you up and you’re nice and sweet for me.”

“B-Bet you wish you’d done it sooner,” You quip, which would’ve been much more impressive if you hadn’t stuttered it out. “Would’ve shut up for you and been a good girl a long time ago.”

Seungmin hummed. “I think I like you bitchy, brat.”

“I jus’ like you,” You slurred, feeling Seungmin’s pace slow. He’d resorted to a slow, deep grind that had you feeling every inch and every vein on his cock. You could hear him snickering in your ear, and he pressed a cute little kiss to your neck. His free hand went down to your clit, rubbing precise, firm circles against the swollen button.

“Think you can ride me, or are you too cock drunk?” Seungmin hummed. You shook your head rapidly.

“I- too much, can’t-”

“Alright, brat, let me fuck you some more then. I need to cum in this pussy, yeah?” Seungmin was laughing again, and all of a sudden, he’d let go of your neck. You were immediately face planted into the pillows and Seungmin gripped onto your ass, thrusting into you quicker this time. You whined, trying to push back onto him, but he smacked your asscheek in admonishment. Letting your hips shift slightly to allow your hand to meet your clit, you picked up where Seungmin left off with the tight circles. It made the pool of arousal in your tummy clench, and you vaguely realised you were going to cum again. 

“Seungie, please- I want cum, want cum, with me, please-”

“Want me to cum inside you, brat? While you cum around my cock? That’s dirty, pup,” His voice faltered when his hands gripped onto your asscheeks harder, spreading them to see where his cock was entering you over and over. You knew you were soaking, you could feel it - and the wet glide of his length inside of you felt fucking delectable. You recognised no one had fucked you like this before, letting you cum over and over on their cock like this while they held back their own orgasm, and it made your head dizzy. You’d have to come back to Seungmin for more, you thought, and you didn’t hate the thought at all. 

The bed rocking suddenly caught your attention, and you whimpered, trying to alert Seungmin of the noise. The last thing you needed was his parents hearing you get your back blown out by their son, who you claimed to hate. You reached back, trying to grab his arm, but he was groaning loudly, cockhead hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Seungie, ‘s too loud, the bed,” You managed to get out, drooling on his pillows. Seungmin let out a loud groan before he was pulling you back onto him, forcing you to fuck back onto his cock.

“And? I don’t care. Pussy’s so fucking good, gonna make me blow, shit,” Seungmin mumbled. “You ready for my cum, brat?”

“Yeah, want it, please, please Seungie, fill me up, breed me!”

“Breed you? You want me to breed this pussy, dirty pup?” He bit your neck sharply, making you keen. You nodded erratically at his words. You couldn’t think of anything better than him filling you up with his cum. “Cum with me. Flood my cock.”

His hand came down on your ass again, and as you felt his hips stall, an unfamiliar warmth filling up your pussy, you let go around him. Your pussy fluttered with delight - probably also confusion, because oh my God, you were cumming twice? With someone else?

It felt messy, juices gliding everywhere as he just rocked his hips a little to ride out your orgasms, and then you were left to fall flat on the bed. He pulled his softening cock out, sighing when your pussy oozed out his cum onto his sheets. He didn’t seem to care about his bed, much more entranced with the sight of your hole gaping after him. 

He’d fucked you so good your pussy was going to remember the shape of his cock forever. That was for sure.

You let yourself drift, brain going blurry until you felt a cloth wiping between your legs. It was cold, slightly wet as it rubbed over your swollen folds, and you whimpered, trying to shift away from the touch.

“Stay still, brat. ‘M just cleaning you up.” You nodded, face still buried in the sheets. It was then that Seungmin finally pulled your panties down, chucking them to the floor and pulling a pair of basketball shorts up your trembling legs. Were they… his? He’d put you in his clothes? Bizarre. You didn’t even react when he spun you over, pulling a baggy t-shirt over your upper body. He’d gotten fully dressed in a plaid pyjama set, baffling you. When had he done that?

You were moved again, positioned on a very firm chest and a bottle of water pressed to your raw lips. You glugged it down thankfully, blinking up at Seungmin. His hair was mussed, but pushed back with a cute Pochacco headband. Wow. He was actually cute. 

There was a beat of silence, then Seungmin spoke. His hand was tracing your scalp, running his fingernails over it. “I meant what I said. You’re my girl. I think you always have been.”

You scoffed. “Yours?! I’m not a possession, Seungmin-”

Seungmin kissed you softly, giggling when you still tried to yell. Had he always reacted this amused when you bitched at him? You realised that… yeah, he had. It really did entertain him. “You’re so cute when you have a go at me like that, you know? Such a brat.”

You twiddled your thumbs together when he pulled away from the kiss, staring at the bottoms of his plaid pyjamas shyly. “So… you wanna be like, together? Since you’re hot, and all.”

Seungmin chuckled again, pulling you closer to his chest. “As long as you never ever stop bitching at me.”

“I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

“I like you that way, brat.”

END. 

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EPILOGUE

Sieun stared at you upon your arrival to breakfast. Her parents were preoccupied in the living room, and her eyes settled directly on your neck. You knew that your neck was littered with bite marks, hickies galore, but you’d tried your best to hide it.

“Listen, I’m so happy for you,” She began, hand clasped tightly around her mug. “I know I always ask you for details of sexual escapades, but I kind of don’t need to know about how good my brother is in bed.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” You nod, agreeing. “But he does know where the-“

“Stop!”

A mug of coffee is placed in your hands, made just the way you like it. The steaming liquid is a welcome warmth, as is the kiss that Seungmin presses to your cheek. You blush, staring up at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Good morning, brat.”

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♡ Nothing Can Get a Look In On My Baby ♡

A/N: OMG TOOK ME LONG ENOUGHHHH!!!!! Big big BIG thank you to @remembermagnolias for this commission of Leon trying shibari out with his gf :3 And thank you for being so patient oh my goodness!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!

Warnings/content: NSFW, SEX, SMUT WHATEVER MDNI 18+ PLEASE! Shibari, obvi!!! RE4R Leon x chubby fem reader, second person (you/yours), porn with slight plot? Established relationship, mention of insecurities, Leon and reader are idiots in love, soft dom Leon, use of traffic light system (ifykyk), oral (male and female receiving), edging (on both parties), missionary, Leon’s a two pump chump in this cause he’s too busy staring at the reader, eventual creampie (DO N O T) :3

Word count: 5.1K estimate (Fawn don’t overwrite challenge omg)

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“..Shibari?”

Huh. This was a new one. Surprising to say the least.

It quite literally translated into ‘japanese rope binding’, or even ‘to tie’ if you wanted to get more technical. Some kind of BDSM thing, harnesses and restraints during sex. Leon had never really looked into it that much, not during his porn watching phase anyway. Might’ve been the whole Spain thing, any thought of ropes or chains and suddenly a bisexual Spaniard was eyeing him up and down. Conversation for another day.

But you, his sweet wide eyed girlfriend, were exposing your kink to him. His girlfriend who shivered and whined when he put a hand around your neck - not squeezing, simply owning. And you, you, wanted to be tied up and at his mercy. Yeah, it caught him off guard. Kinda like if a puppy brought home a two foot long snake, carcass dead and limp. How did you even kill that thing when you do nothing but chase your own tail and smother him with kisses?

He was no chump when it came to the ropes, hell he’d learned them well (joke intended). Take it from a man who was stuck doing drills in stinking, sweaty jungle weather for over 4 years, tying and untying stupidly complicated knots with names he’d now long forgotten; ropes weren’t something to laugh about. So when you approached him with the idea of trying something new in the bedroom he had not expected this.

Leon was your first ever boyfriend after all, it was safe to say he was shocked when those big doe eyes stared right through him and your pretty lips whispered ‘Just, don’t freak out okay?’

Did he freak out? Of course not. The news was a shock of course, but Leon had been through much worse than this. If anything, your girlfriend asking you to tie her up is more of a pleasant surprise than a reason to flip your shit.

“Is it.. Bad? For me to like- be into it?” Oh, don’t ask him in that tone. That pleading gaze, the demeanour of a trembling bunny. And now you’re confessing you’re a rope bunny. You’re gonna melt his heart before he has the chance to fuck you until it gives out. He knows you need this, his validation.

So of course he cups your face in his hands, making you feel almost painfully vulnerable. You had yet to decide if that was a good thing or not. “Bad? God no, angel. It’s just- you’ve always been so tame. I mean I was scared to put a blindfold on you for Christ's sake. Kinda throwing me off with the whole ropes thing.”

“I know I’m usually sort of.. Vanilla with all of this.” If that was even the best use of words for this situation.

“But you’d be comfortable with it?”

Oh, bless your heart. He’s been stabbed, shot at, infected and bruised. He’s more than happy to work with ropes. “Sweetheart, I’d tie myself to an anvil and throw myself into the ocean if you asked me to. Trust me, I’m willing to give it a shot. Do you wanna.. I don’t know, look up stuff for it? Is that how this works?”

“I don’t know!” You can’t fight off the giggle in your voice at his words.

“Well I don’t know either, dork!” It’s a soft nudge to your ribs. “You’re the one who wants to try it.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who’ll be tying it.”

So, now here you sat. Boyfriend towering over your prone frame, tying you up in ways that made you feel more like a Christmas ham than a girl about to get fucked stupid. You couldn’t help the insecurity, but how could anyone really? Next to Leon, anyway. Build like a brick house with biceps you wanted to gnaw on. That would be the real Christmas dinner if it weren’t only April.

“I think this is called a star harness..” Leon’s voice felt far too soft for a man who was currently working on binding your arms behind your back. The concentration, the lilt in his throat as he hummed. 

“I can’t exactly see to confirm.” Of course you couldn’t resist sassing him, which was unfortunately met with him tightening the ropes by an inch. Just enough to watch you tense. Your ankles were already tied anyway.

“Hush you. Oh.” He clicks his tongue, calloused thumbs rubbing carefully over your wrists. Making sure you had just enough wiggle room. “And I may or may not have been practicing on that teddy bear I won you at the fair that one time.”

That got him a (somewhat feigned, somewhat real) gasp of outrage. “Not Jangles!”

“Yes, Jangles. Jangles was the best test dummy I could get when I was looking up those stupid tutorials.”

“Did he at least look good?”

“He looked very.. I don’t know, fashionable? His little bell ribbon went with it all rather nicely. Now hush, I’m concentrating.”

There was something exhilarating about waiting for him to finish up, his handiwork being part of his pride in cases like this one. Leon wasn’t the greatest with words sometimes, but he was good with actions. And right now tying up his partner was a pretty good action in his eyes.

“Is that tight enough, angel? Or too tight?” “It’s fine Leon, I’m comfy. Well, as comfy as I can be.”

“Alright, good..” Of course your consent and comfort mattered. This was all for you. A little bit for him as well, though.

 I mean who can resist you when you’re oh so pretty wrapped up in rope?

“Fuck, just look at you. This what you wanted, baby? To be tied up and at my mercy?”

Not Leon, that’s for sure. He sits back on his haunches to really take in the view, eyes raking up and over your figure.

“I’m understanding the appeal. You look fucking adorable right now. Like a rabbit caught in a snare. Gotta stop giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes though, honey, or I won’t be able to control myself.” 

Not like you could help it. This was everything you’d been imagining and so much more. With ‘more’ being a little insecurity here and there that Leon had to squish out with the heel of his palm. Like a nasty mosquito trying to sap the confidence from your oh so gorgeous being.

“It doesn’t look.. Weird, right?”

The very opposite. Leon thought if his dick got any harder it might just pop a blood vessel and send him straight to the ER. He could crack open a fucking walnut, maybe even someone’s skull, yet another trip to the ER just not for him this time.

“Weird? Sweetheart, you’ve got me hard as a rock and you’re asking if you look weird?”

“Just because of.. Y’know..”

Oh you sweet, gorgeous thing. Looking down at your feet like the answer is written across your toes, the shyness is clear as day on your face.

“What, honey? Cause you’ve got a few more curves than other people? Cause you’ve got so much more for me to squeeze and love? To manhandle when I finally get the chance to fuck your perfect cunt?” Sure, you might’ve been tied up and ready to devour, but Leon wanted to savor this moment. And that included making sure you knew how much you meant to him, both sexually and otherwise. 

“You are breathtaking. You are hot. And right now you somehow manage to look even more beautiful than usual. And it’s not just ‘cause you’re sexy as hell. It’s more like- because you trust me with this. Me. Not anyone else in the whole world.”

And then he clears his throat. Right. Stop pouring your heart out, Leon. Get to the sex.

“So, I figured we might as well get this started the way we usually do when we- y’know.” Was that hesitance you sensed? Was he nervous? Surely not.

“Fuck?” Oof. Straight to the point, huh? “I wasn’t gonna use such an explicit word but, yes, fuck. So..” Smooth. Real smooth. “We’ll start from here.”

It’s almost too natural the way Leon eases you to your knees on the carpet, careful not to jostle you. Mostly in fear of straining your skin against the ropes, but also second-guessing his knot-tying abilities. Had Krauser been right? Were his loops too loose? Nope, do not picture your now dead mentor as you’re unbuckling your belt for your girlfriend to suck you off. Do not. Focus back on the way she’s looking at you.

And he did. You can see it in his eyes when he snaps himself out of his haze. You. You and your wide puppy dog eyes, parted lips like petals begging to bloom open. Leon can’t remember the last time he fumbled with anything other than potential romantic partners until he found you, but his belt is gonna end up at as a first on a new list; objects his hands were too shaky to undo as he prepped to fuck you.

He gets it, eventually, and you’re holding back a small smile at the sight. Leon S. Kennedy, proclaimed man without fear, bioweapon survivor and man that lovingly rails you into the mattress most of the time, is having trouble with his jeans. The belt no longer, but now the button and fly. And yeah, you scoff.

Which may have been a mistake. 

It’s like a dog to a whistle, a fox to a cracking branch. His head snaps up, eyeing you over. Oops. Note to self; don’t challenge your boyfriend when you’re at his mercy and tied up. Recipe for disaster, and you were melting like butter beneath his gaze. Ready to be softened and then beat together with all those other ingredients; arousal, excitement, embarrassment. It could go right in someone’s cookbook: how to make the world’s most awkward batch of cookies.

“Ohhhhh, we wanna play games, huh? Getting cocky?” The smirk on his face is something lethal.

No. No no no you were not getting cocky! It was just.. A bit funny.

That seems to be the push Leon needs, because now he’s unfastening the zipper with no issue, shucking off his pants, just down to the upper thigh. Barely enough to tug at the waistband of his boxers. There was something so unbelievably attractive about him when he left his jeans on like this. As if he’s rushing himself to get his dick down your throat. Which, honestly, he is. The heavy outline of his dick behind cotton, his deft fingers sliding his underwear down, it’s too much.

And then he’s guiding you with a gentle but firm hand under your chin, thumb and index finger lifting your head just an inch so you look up at him through your lashes. Like a beautiful fawn, prey under his gaze. But he’s not going to devour you out of primal hunger, not for his stomach anyway. But out of love.

“Your wrists are bound, not your jaw. Open.” He mutters, and it’s like your open and loving partner is gone. Replaced by this tender but strict man before you, with darkened eyes. Blues swimming with stormy clouds over a windy day. His gaze had deepend with lust, the depths of his love reaching down, down, down into the hadal zone. So of course you comply, holding your breath to pass the shallows of your inhales, breathing through your nose as you take him. Slowly, of course. Licking a soft stripe that follows his frenulum, taking your time to please him. It’s a surprise he’s this hard just from tying you up, but you’re not too surprised. It’s Leon after all, he’s always been more of a giver than a taker. And when you’re inching down, down, your mouth warm around his dick, he grunts. 

“Open up for me. Little bit wider. Rightttttt there, yeah.”

Right there. Settled against your tongue, steady and twitching with each blink of your watery eyes. You’re staring up at him like he hung the stars and moon in your name, but all he’s done is pop his dick past your lips. So he chuckles. Rubs a thumb over the swell of your cheek tenderly. “Always did go dumb when I stuffed your mouth full, huh?” He smirked. “Just conks that brain right out like a light, all you think with is your cunt and tongue after that. It works for you, sweetie. That’s what you should be focusing on. And no teeth. I know you can get bitey when your jaw starts to hurt. You pat my thigh, not skin my dick. Got it?”

You’d roll your eyes if you still had the mental capacity to move any body part other than your tongue, jaw and throat. God, he could be such a drama queen sometimes. But even drama queens had silky hair, rippling muscles and cock good enough to dumb your brain down into a pile of melted mush.

Was he high on the power play? Oh, big time. “Thereeeee we go, ‘atta girl. Fuck-”

But you were loving it just as much. 

Leon’s hips were lazy, his thrusts leisurely. Rocking back and forth the same way a chair would. As if the process, the action of fucking into your mouth was a relaxant. You were a drug he couldn’t quit, that’s why he kept you tied up. Like locking the medicine cabinet. Sometimes he has to cover those pretty eyes of yours when you’re sucking him off or he’ll cum way too quickly. Blowjob eyes were your speciality whether you knew it or not.

Blowjobs also, apparently. Because already he was screwing his eyes up, trying to focus on the smaller details rather than the bigger picture. Like the way your tongue was shy, curling by an inch to try and catch a closer taste. You weren’t greedy, moreso curious. Or the way you hummed when his cock sat just right in his mouth, when it felt like perfect puzzle pieces in the most perverted way possible. You’re a dream. You’re sweet and tender and gorgeous and you have his balls ready to burst. 

So he grunts, takes a gentle handful of the hair near your scalp, and tugs you off much to your dismay.

“I know- I know, don’t pout at me. And don’t look at me like that.” But you’re whining,you’re helpless. He’s got you tied up for Christ’s sake. “I just don’t wanna blow too quick, angel. You gotta understand. Wanna take care of my girl first.”

That seems to do the trick. You soften, the glare in your eyes melting down into glinted submission. Pleading. It’s kryptonite. It should be illegal for someone to look so fucking pretty. And it makes him snap.

“Warned you not to give me those eyes, baby.”

A squeak is forced from your lips as Leon hoists you up and onto the bed as if you weigh nothing. Like holding a couple of grapes. Which is a bit comforting, you’ll admit, knowing that despite your insecurity in your size your boyfriend is so quick to make you feel loved. Dominated. He’s always been good at that. He made you feel vulnerable but safe despite it all. Letting you fall not-so-gracefully thanks to your bindings, you allow yourself to sink down against the mattress beneath Leon’s gaze.

“I understand why hunters like.. Catching their food now.” He’s so fucking cheesy, but it’s hard to do anything other than whimper as his hands slide up your thigh, the force of his palm helping ease you onto your back. Closer, warmer. Yet you have goosebumps as if his fingers were leaving a trail of ice across your skin. “Spread your legs a little more, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Stuck in a lusty haze had you bending to his will.

 “How’s your light, sweetheart? Can you give me a colour?”

But even as you bent he caught you in his palm, letting you rather lean into his control than force you into it. No, to him it was an honour for you to trust him like this.

“Green.”

Who knew one little word could make his dick even harder. Yeah, your consent was turning him on. How obvious was it that he was whipped? Was it the way he hummed low in his throat at your confirmation? The way he was rubbing a lazy thumb over your twitchy cunt through the cotton of your panties? “Good. That’s a good girl. You’re doing great for me. My perfect fuckin’ girl.” 

He knows you like it when he manhandles you. It’s pretty clear from the way you shiver and shudder, preening into the touch and melting under the heat of his gaze. “The good thing about having you like this, is that if you squirm,” A soft grunt pushed from Leon’s chest as he pulled you closer, nails grazing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Up, up, until the rope binding your ankles sits behind his neck. You’re tied to him. “I can just hold you still. Nice and convenient.”

It’s tedious. It’s torturous. And all he’s doing is slowly, slowly pushing your underwear to the side. The action, of course, is followed by a low moan. Not from you but from him at the sight. 

“Fuck, baby.. You’re soaked through. All this from a couple ropes?”

You’re drenched, swollen folds and slick dripping, practically pulsing. A bleeding, beating heart Leon wants to devour in the most hungry, volatile and carnal way possible for the sake of loving you. So he does. Leaning in to lick a long, light, but firm strip from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit, grunting in satisfaction at the feeling. The taste. Leon wasn’t picky about the taste of alcohol, but he was about certain… appendages. But you were always fucking perfect to him. An aftertaste on his tongue, lingering on his chin as he huffed against the sensitive flesh. 

Is it bad that watching you squirm like this is entertaining for him? No, probably not. Besides, he needs to get out of his head and focus on the way you look. Your hooded eyes, the heave of your chest, the shiver of your frame as he lets out a low, hot exhale. Right over the bare flesh so you whine pitifully. Oh, don’t make sounds like that, if his dick gets any harder it’ll dent the mattress.

Yeah, it’s too much for him.

In the blink of your eye he’s dived headfirst between your plush thighs, pupils shot wide and dilated, his large hands keeping you spread open. Well, as open as they could be right now. And you’re writhing, gasping so high in your throat it’s as if the force of your breath sweeps beneath you, lifting you back up, up off the bed. An angel arching back up to heaven. Slurping, kissing, licking until you cry so pretty for him. He should ask you to sit on his face next time, just to quash any lingering insecurity. He wants to consume you whole, even now as you try to twist and buck away from the onslaught. “Mph- none of that.” Not like you had anywhere to go, your ankles were still firmly tied and tucked behind the thick muscle of Leon’s neck. Keening. Mewing. Garbled whines of his name sneak between the cracks of your moans.

Now you’re anchored to him. And the simmering in your belly is becoming unbearable, an itch deep inside your uterus, thank fuck you weren’t ovulating or this would be a whole other thing. It would be claws, pulling at his hair despite having your hands behind your back. You would be the one hunting, so he’s thankful to have dodged that bullet.

But Leon truly wants to get the most out of this. So, once again to your dissatisfaction, he pulls away. Lazily wiping the last of you from his lips. “I know, I know, baby.” And he has the audacity to coo at you as if he didn’t just edge you right after edging himself. “Give me a colour, sweetie. Even if you wanna slap me right now.” Who does this guy think he is?

Apparently the most confident man in the world, because soon enough he’s running a heavy hand through the streaked gold of his hair like spun silk. He really does look like a prince, something ethereal that holds you close. That eases his way up your torso to look you in the eye. “Pst, hey. Colour?” He repeats. Not snappy or firm, but soft. As if at first he was worried you’d spaced out from discomfort.

“..Green.” A timid whisper, a sacred trust you share with him and only him. He’s one lucky man.

“Alright, baby. Gonna take this nice and slow for my perfect girl.” It’s not just for you, it’s also for him. Because he’s pretty sure even brushing the tip of his twitching dick against your pussy in just the right way will have him cumming on the spot. So he focuses on being what he always is. Snarky. Sarcastic. At least he’s consistent.

“And look at this, made myself an easy little handle. How nice of me.” Which is true, there’s a nice spot between your tits where the ropes sit perfectly like a handlebar. And he’s getting off on it. Cocky bastard. Leon was gonna get backhanded by you one of these days if he kept this up. Just thwack! With a bunny slipper or something else of that plush-but-flat-enough-to-leave-a-mark variety. When it happens he’ll deserve it, too. “Now there’s no getting away, huh?”

It has him smirking. He’s got you in a state, in such submission only he could deliver upon you. Where he expects a snark, there’s a whimper. A huffy glare replaced by the glossy sheen of longing and lusting, a hazy film over your eyes. Like a dated movie, a vintage film. Where everything feels romanticised and soft and all is right with the world. God, he has to stop staring at you or he won’t get to fucking you until the bed breaks.

There was something far too intoxicating about relinquishing your hold on reality like this, letting Leon take the reigns as he railed you stupid. You were in his hold, in his arms, in his control. His security. He was doing this because he loved you, the boner he happened to pop in the process just happened to be a happy accident. 

And said happy accident now has him lining his hard-on up with your folds, tracing a teasing line for the sake of it before letting himself dip. Drag. Just the tip at first, simply to watch the way your face contorts and your eyebrows furrow in concentration, almost studying how he feels inside you. And then you’re flailing again, as if your hands want to clamber and touch and reach but to no avail, not while they’re bound. Not while you’re at Leon’s mercy. And fuck, if it isn’t hot. Another inch. And then another. He’s swimming in his own horny, lusted thoughts to try and hold off on letting go too fast. Clenching his eyes shut to get his shit together, because he knows if he looks at you he’s a goner.

It’s almost too much when Leon’s finally sunk all the way into the welcoming heat of your cunt, a bitten back groan finally tearing from his chest. He didn’t even realise he was holding it in, not until he was fighting to stop himself from blowing his load straight away. Two pump chump much, Leon? What about his reputation? Surely he could last longer, if not for him then for you. After all, this was all your idea.

But then you moan, a reedy whine from your throat plucked from a harp string. Heaven.

“Leon-”

Nope. Nope, nope it was definitely crawling up his spine like the world’s most venomous spider, tendrils winding so shiveringly past his ribs to bloom in his chest. Stop sounding like that or he’s gonna lose it.

“Jesus christ don’t- don’t say my name like that, angel. I’m gonna bust one before I even start moving.” A hoarse chuckle forces from his chest to suppress the urge to whine. 

You’re perfection. You’re something that’s illicit and he wants to inhale you so deep into his lungs that he becomes an addict to your presence, your essence. Your sex appeal. He needs you to know that you are the most gorgeous thing in the world to him, with or without clothes on.

“I gotcha, honey.” His voice wavers like there’s a lump in his throat, and soon enough he's giving a hesitant, slow and deep roll into the slickness of your pussy. And holy shit. Any man who was celibate was a fucking idiot, because this was the closest to heaven Leon would ever get.

This is addiction at its finest. Leon’s addicted to you. Staring down with blown out eyes, taking in the view of his body moving with your own. Staring at where you connect. Maybe it’s the intimacy of it all that’s gonna make him nut. God, he needs to find a better word for that. Nut. Ew.

He had to make you cum now, or risk leaving you unsatisfied, because he wasn’t lasting at all. And he might just die if that happens. God, what if you flamed him in the groupchat with your girlfriends? He can’t have that. Needs to put his knowledge of your body to good use.

Thumb fumbling, he tries to get down to your clit in this position, and when he grazes the bundle of nerves with the curve of his nail he almost sighs in relief. 

Okay, real talk. In any other scenario he’d find it just fine. Swears on it. He knows where the clit is, he’s very experienced in finding it any other time, it’s just a little more.. Complicated right now. Could anyone seriously find it easily with their girlfriend tied up and moaning like a porn star in their ear? Didn’t think so. Get off his back. All that matters is now you’re squeaking out a moan, clit throbbing under his touch and cunt squelching lewdly. God, his apartment must sound like a 90’s porno right now, not that he cares. Fuck his upstairs neighbours anyway.

He’s never felt so strained before, so hung up and wound tight. You bring that out in him, have him bracing shaking arms on either side of your head to abandon his hold on the harness. Leon just needs to look at you. Feel the way you flutter and arch and buck, the way you squeeze on instinct as your climax approaches. His pace quickens, humping into the clenching heat of your heat like his life depends on it. Watching, listening as you whimper, feeling how you writhe to meet every drive of his fat cock.

His voice is worn, weary, desperate. “C’mon baby, ease up for me. You gotta cum, I can feel it.” Yep. Focus back on the thrust of his hips, the way he’s cupping your cheeks so you look him dead in the eye. “Cum for me.”

It bubbles in your stomach to a burst. A heat so heavy you feel like molten sand, but Leon’s there to hold you. To sculpt you. To let you bloom into one of those glass roses, the forever ones he keeps seeing online. He’ll have to buy you one, maybe a few.

After he’s pumped a good load into you, of course.

It takes over your body like a wave of pure lightning, legs quaking and form almost vibrating at the sheer force of your orgasm. A snapped cry from your lips that lets Leon know he’s done a good job so far. Because he’s never heard you make that sound before. Not with every other time you’ve had sex, and he knows as a matter of fact you weren’t faking that. And nor were you now. This really was your kink, huh?

“Jesus- fuck-” Leon sounds choked, breathless. Like the grip you’ve got on his dick with every shake of your body is drawing all the air from his lungs. Usually your boyfriend’s careful about pulling out, wearing a condom, your birth control, all that shebang. But who is he to deny his sweet girl of a creampie for doing such a good job?

He has to tell his brain that, at first. Because it takes him a second for his neurons to fire and go ‘yes. We’re doing this on purpose.’ But once the lingering anxiety is blown out of the water - and his balls - it’s rather easy to go along with it. Thrusting heavy, with hard strokes up into the sweet warmth of your body until his brain short circuits. Groaning something deep and dirty in his throat as he lets himself stutter in pace until he’s sure he’s cumming inside of you, and soon enough that unfamiliar warmth you’ve always read and heard about is seeping into your pussy. It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Christ, if you both knew it’d feel this good you’d hop on the morning after pill and go at it like rabbits.

This must be what utter bliss is. Floating, embracing, yearning. A satisfaction only one person can provide as he pants and huffs above your exhausted body. As he rubs a hand over your face and asks you if you’re alright. If you feel safe. And you do.

Despite vigorously ruining your ability to walk, Leon still cares for you in such a gentle way. Even now as he pulls out of you and wipes you down with a warm cloth. Even now as he carefully eases you onto your tummy to help with unwrapping your bound wrists. The plush of the pillows a soft place to land after having your brains turned to mush. Sharing your kinks with him turned out to be like a bonding experience but so much more. A bond-age experience (he’d be proud of that one, you’re sure of it.)

“Christ, I did good on these ropes.” That is until the confused mutter from your boyfriend snaps you out of your post-sex haze, your lashes fluttering. “Let me just-”

“..What?”

“Wasn’t thinking with my dick when I was tying these apparently, cause.. Wow.”

“Leon!”

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