#the bottom two are by far my favorite comfort kiss moments in this

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> Comfort Kisses

[sailortongue]

Good Luck Charms

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: Kenji has misplaced his earrings and refuses to leave without a pair. so you loan him a pair of yours

an: I wrote two blurbs involving his piercings bc I couldn't decide which one I liked more. one where he wears yours (this one) and one where you wear his (here!)

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“Hey, baby, have you seen my earrings? I can’t find them,” Kenji called out from the bedroom.

“Have you checked your nightstand?” You asked as you walked into the bedroom to see him looking around frantically for his lost jewelry.

“Twice. I’ve looked all over but I can't remember where I put them. Only that when I put them down I told myself I'd definitely be able to find them there.”

You chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well. “Why don’t you just go without them? I doubt anyone will be looking that closely”

He looked scandalized at the mere suggestion. “I can’t go without them because I’m hotter with my earrings.”

“Kenji, you'd still be hot in a burlap sack. And who exactly do you need to look hot for, hmm?”

He smiled slyly “For you obviously. Can’t let people think my girlfriend has bad taste.” He shot a conspiratorial wink at you.

“Would you like to borrow a pair of mine?” You offered.

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. You walked over to your jewelry box and he sidled up next to you, browsing through your collection. He picked up a pair of chunky hoops—a far cry from his usual studs—and held them up to his ears. “These are definitely the ones,” he joked, mirthful laughter bubbling from his plump lips.

“Oh, for sure,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words but your giggles from his antics still seeping through.

He set them back down and watched as you dug for a more suitable pair. “What about these?” He asked, pointing to a much more modest pair this time. They were a favorite of yours, ones you wore often. “It'll be like having you there with me,” he said, a soft smile settling on his face.

You melted at his sappy words. How could you possibly tell him no? You gave him permission to wear them, and he excitedly ran to the bathroom to put them in. When he came back out, the small jade studs were secured in his earlobes, the wide grin on his face displaying how pleased he was with his choice.

He walked up to you and leaned down for a kiss. “Thank you,” he said sweetly.

“Consider them good luck charms,” you said. “Now get going before you’re late.”

He swooped in for one more kiss before rushing out of the bedroom to make it to his interview on time.

-❀-

“So, Ken, a lot of your fans, especially the women, seem to be very fond of your jewelry, but they can’t help but notice you don’t wear a ring. Is there any special lady in your life? I'm sure they’d love to know,” the interviewer teased.

Kenji chuckled, knowing that you were without a doubt watching this interview live from the comfort of the living room. “There is,” he replied. He brought his hands up to finger at the delicate jewelry in his ears. “These belong to her actually. She has wonderful taste. I mean, she must if she’s dating me, right?”

-❀-

You heard the crowd laugh at his response, a grin of your own spreading across your face. The show went on a commercial break shortly after, and you decided to get ready for bed while waiting for Kenji’s gorgeous face to once again grace your screen. You entered the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, opening the medicine cabinet to grab your dental floss—but something else caught your eye. Lo and behold, there, on the bottom shelf, were Kenji’s missing earrings.

[bunnycvnts]

rafe being told ‘i love you’ for the first time!

pairing: rafe x reader

warnings: fluffy as fuck

his arm was tightly wrapped around you as the two of you lay in his plush bed, the curtains pulled closed, and his LED lights shone a soft purple color. rafes favorite movie played on the tv, but neither of you were paying attention, too wrapped up in the sweet kisses shared between you. your lips felt like warm, soft pillows pressing into his; he could never get enough of the way you kissed him. like if you kissed him too roughly, he’d pull away. you were always gentle, making sure every emotion was felt carefully through your lips, comforting his soul. that wasn’t to say you weren’t fervent sometimes, but you kept a kind of softness he’d never felt before.

you two had spent the entire day swaddled in blankets, switching between movies, sharing kisses and sweet whispers, and making sure you were as close as possible. his hand was either around your shoulder or splayed across your stomach or hips, never letting you far from his reach. he’d been struggling lately, with harmful thoughts and feelings clouding his brain, and his only escape was his pretty little girlfriend, who hadn’t had a care in the world. being with you was like floating; his worries went away, and all he could see was you. a bright light in his sea of darkness.

he wasn’t sure why you were with him and was constantly on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. for you to realize he was psychotic, angry, and hard to be around, like everyone else had. that you’d turn around one day and not look back, leaving him behind without a second thought. he wasn’t shy with his arguments or anger; he was never in the right mindset to hide it from you. but you’d never questioned him, only ever tried to calm him. you’d saved many people from feeling his wrath and saved him so many lectures from his father. you weren’t trying to change him; he knew that. you were just trying to ease the burden he felt weighing on his brain.

days like this were his escape with you. spending hours feeling your soft skin pressed against his, your warm breath on his neck anytime you’d whisper about the movie or giggle at his reactions, your fingertips trailing down his shirtless chest, tracing random scribbles and hearts onto his skin. the way you’d blush anytime his hands crept a little too close to your ass or wiggled their way under your shirt to feel your warmth. it was practically a fever dream for him. no one had ever spent so much time carelessly lying around with him, not worrying about what they’d do next, only enjoying the moment with him. the first girl to make him feel something without having to involve sex.

he was broken from his thought process by your fingers tapping against his cheek.

“whatcha thinkin’ about over there?” a soft smile was on your lips, and he sat up a little to get a better look at you.

“cheesy shit. got my mind all messed up, ya know?” his response had made you giggle—that redness he loved returning to your cheeks. you pursed your lips as a silent gesture to kiss you. his lips met yours with a quick, gentle touch, and he only pulled away slightly to look at you. you were looking right back at him, a look in your eyes he couldn’t pinpoint.

suddenly, you sat up, throwing your leg over his hip to straddle him, and ran your fingers through his hair while his hands met your hips and squeezed lightly. “you’re so handsome.”

your fingertips trailed his cheek, and your thumb pulled on his bottom lip. he groaned and rested his head back against the headboard. his stomach fluttering at your words and the softness they held.

“stop it.” he knew you meant it, but hearing it turned his heart into mush, and he could only let himself be so soft.

“i love you.” the confession spilled from your lips before you could stop yourself. rafes head snapped forward to meet your gaze, looking at you confused. it was your turn to groan, and you pushed yourself off of his lap.

“stop, don’t look at me like that.” you ran your hands through your hair, feeling somewhat distraught at his reaction. had it been too soon? did he not feel the same way? you peeked over at him, doing a double take at his watery eyes.

“hey, i’m sorry; i shouldn’t have just thrown that on you. i can go.” you rushed to sit up and get off the bed, but were stopped when he pulled you into him. he kissed you with all the softness he could muster, both of his hands on your cheeks.

“no. i’m sorry. no one has ever said that to me before. no one i thought really meant it, at least. i love you, too. seriously. as mushy and corny as that sounds.” his confession saddened you but warmed you at the same time.

you rested your head on his chest, pressing small kisses to his skin and muttering little ‘i love yous’ after each one. blood rushed to his cheeks, and little laughs fell from his lips when you’d kiss ticklish spots. he felt emotions he couldn’t describe, but his heart was racing and his stomach felt like a zoo was shuffling around in him.

he pulled you up by the collar of your shirt and kissed you again, whispering something against your lips.

“my fucking girl.”

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[sageispunk]

Fontaine NSFW Alphabet 🖤

pairing: Fontaine x black! (fem) reader

wordcount: 4.7k (def the longest thing i've written so far)

warnings: besides a mention of gunplay (letter R-risk), i have no warnings for you <3

A/N: inspired by finally rewatching TCT after a few months of avoiding it LOL but feel free to follow my sideblog @sageispunklibrary and turn on notifs to be updated when i post!!

a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fontaine is so much more gentle afterwards than you’d expected. He’s really just a big ass teddy bear–once he’s satisfied with the amount of orgasms the both of you have totaled up for the night, he cleans you up and then himself, bringing you a glass of ice cold water (you had to get him to invest in a water filter for his fridge) and maybe a quick snack before letting you rest on his chest. The two of you tend to play either one of your comfort shows until you fall asleep, or an old-school r&b mixtape is playing in the CD player with all the lights out. Either way, your ear is comfortably resting directly above his thumping heart while his fingers massage gentle circles into your scalp, his soft lips leaving kisses on your forehead as you snuggle into him. 

b: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of himself would be his arms, halfway due to all the work he’s put into building them, and halfway due to your own love for them. Nothing would make him feel more like a bad bitch than the way you’d watch him lifting from across the street, on your own porch, half-pretending to read one of your newest library loans. When you’d accidentally make eye-contact, he would continue with his set, almost cockily nodding his head up at you, grinning on the inside at the way your bottom lip was firmly held between your teeth. Your own eyes wide and fully taking in the sight of his sweaty body, especially those arms that were so big and so strong, and always kept your body glued to his in those late night moments of passion that you shared.

His favorite body part of yours was your tummy. When you first moved into the neighborhood, he couldn’t help but notice your natural inclination to have your belly out, in a crop top, in a bandeau, a bikini top–every time you stepped out the house, he would fight mental battles to keep his dick down in his sweats. You looked so soft, with your lil rolls and faded stretch marks, not to mention the perfect piece of silver jewelry that you kept on your belly button. When you first started hanging out, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes always lingering on your tummy, and for a moment, it made you slightly self-conscious about it. That is, until you became closer, physically, and he would show you just how much he loved your body, with his big fingers caressing your soft skin as he traced your stripes, and his lips laying gentle kisses along each curve..It was his favorite place to rest and worship.

c: cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Fontaine cums a lot. Like, a lot. You sometimes joke about getting a glass to see if he could fill it to the top. (He brushes you off but you’ll wear him down one day). He prefers to cum inside of you though, so both of you can feel his release, and especially so he can watch it all drip out of you when you’re too exhausted to move. It’s his way of claiming you, marking his territory in a sense (and he couldn’t wait until your birth control was ready to come out of your arm, just so he could watch his seed grow inside of you). His second favorite spot to cum was on your lower belly, after a good session of fucking you hard and deep with your feet touching the headboard, making you squirt over and over again until neither of you could take it anymore. He’d pull out, groaning and stroking furiously until his milky nut spilled out over your brown skin, rubbing it in with his sensitive tip as he empties out. (Bonus points if you swipe all his cum up with your fingers and stick them in your mouth, swallowing it all down while he watches you–he’d be ready to go again right after that).

d: dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fontaine’s dirty secret is his foot fetish. He’s not super freaky about it, but he does loveee to rub on your feet when you rest your legs across his lap, and suck on your toes anytime he has you laid back with your legs on his shoulders. And when you realize he loves your cute lil feet so much, you start letting him pick out the color every time you go to the salon, which gets him even more excited to play with your feet. He knows you’re ticklish so he tries not to mess around too much, but he does love to watch you squirm as his tongue wiggles itself between toes, knowing that you could feel each spark of electricity running all the way from your feet directly to your throbbing pussy. 

 e: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, like look at him, he’s had his fair share of slutting it up, but the two of you don’t talk about your past flings or relationships because they’re irrelevant, plus you both tend to get a little jealous. You’re glad for his experience though, because there hasn’t been a time where you’ve fucked and you were left without an orgasm–he typically makes you cum about two or three times before he even does. He likes to take care of you, and he knows how to take his time to study your body and pay attention to what makes you completely unravel for him, and if you have to thank all the lovely women he was with before you for all the dutiful patience he has with you, then you will. Hypothetically.

f: favorite position (this goes without saying)

Fontaine’s favorite position is cowgirl. He loves to watch you take control, to show him how much you want it. He can also see everything in this position, except your ass of course, but he makes up for that by having at least one hand firmly planted on a cheek the whole time, roughly slapping it every now and then. He can never make up his mind when it comes to watching you ride him, eyes wandering everywhere–from your pleasure-ridden face and scrunched up eyebrows, to your breasts bouncing and swaying in his face, hard nipples and beautiful dark areolas damn near making him drool down his chin, that soft tummy he loves so much, jiggling with every movement you make on top of him, and lastly–that sopping wet cunt of yours. His eyes watch your pussy swallow him whole, covering every inch of his throbbing length in your juices and cream, the stickiness dripping down onto him and coating his own trimmed base, the sounds emanating from where you meet downright filthy and almost pornographic. You love to tease him in this position, especially once you prop yourself up on your feet with your hands on his shoulders, riding slow and watching his eyes get lower as he gets closer. He tries his hardest to keep his legs from shaking, especially once you start bouncing and teasing only his tip, with a drunken grin on your face. Another reason he loves this position so much is because he can so quickly snatch that power right back from you, especially in moments like these. Planting his feet down on the mattress and gripping onto your waist, he begins thrusting up into you like there’s no tomorrow, immediately pulling screams and cries out of you and demanding that you keep your teary eyes on him the entire time. 

g: goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood tbh. Usually he’s more serious and quite determined to get you there, mind focused on you and your pleasure…but there will always going to be moments where the two of you try out a new position and it’s not going very well, or you’re a bit too pent up and trying to blindly undress while making out and your faces collide in a rather unpleasant way…moments like these are where he’s more likely to get a little goofy with you, smiling and chuckling at the silliness of it all. These are probably the most intimate times you have with him.

h: hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ngl, before he met you, he was just letting it all grow out how it wanted to, thick curly pubes spreading down from his happy trail—which you love to tickle and kiss on—but he started trimming down there, not wanting the hair to get in your way when you’re busy blowing his mind away, literally. Sometimes you think he’s figured out that you actually love the way his pubes slightly tickle your nose when you get all the way down to the base. 

i: intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Fontaine is very intimate, especially when the two of you are alone, in the comfort of his or your home. He always has to be touching on you—rubbing, caressing, massaging, kissing. And it’s 10x worse when you’re in the bed. Once you’ve passed the foreplay and teasing stage of your nightly passions, he can’t stand for your body to be separated from his. His big body enveloped yours, especially when he was on top, closing you in and creating a warm, safe barrier from the outside world. Holding your hands as he pinned them against the pillows, stroking deep into you with a strong and unbeatable rhythm. Eye-contact is huge for him as well, at any time of the day, in any position. Your beautiful brown eyes never failed to hypnotize him, sending him into a trance in which his only duty was to leave you shaking and spent on his bed. 

j: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Generally, he doesn’t masturbate much, he’s too busy trying to take care of business most of the time. But since you started sending daily pics to his phone of you…after your showers, in bed, during a bath, nearly anywhere you could show a lil extra skin…He never cared for having a smartphone, other than the fact that everyone had one these days, but you made a habit of texting him spontaneous nudes, he knew there was no going back. At this point, you’ve damn near Pavlov’d him with the buzzing of his phone, once he saw your name in the notifications, his dick began to harden almost immediately. It was becoming a problem, he’d have to dip out of wherever he was just to calm himself down. Driving to an empty parking lot or a quiet alley to release his frustrations into his palm, half angry at you for teasing him while you knew he was busy, but also at himself for being so weak for you. When you gave him the bright idea to get you back by sending his own vids in response…there was no turning back for either of you. And when he really wants to fuck with you, he’ll take the sound off the video before he sends, knowing how frustrated you’d get at seeing him spill his nut all over his fingers and lap without all his beautiful grunts and moans. 

k: kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fontaine’s top favorite kinks: edging and breeding. With edging, he loves to be both on the receiving and giving ends with you. There’s no better feeling than when he can order you to keep your hands behind your back as you lie against your soft down pillows, while he kneels between your legs, alternating between teasing your skin with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your precious, sensitive clit, and notching his digits deep inside you to stimulate your g-spot. Never letting you cum immediately, cockily grinning and basking in your oh-so-eager cries to let go, all over his face and fingers. When the roles are reversed, he tends to get frustrated, with you, with himself, with the whole damn situation, but god, does it make the orgasm so much better when it finally comes. He gives up full control to you, allowing you to take him however you wanted–your favorite ways to edge him are with your mouth, your soft, plump lips firmly wrapped around the tip of his dick while you play with his full and heavy balls, removing all touch every time he gets too close; or when you’re on top, making good use of your gym-built Megan Knees with some speedy but rhythmic bouncing on his dick, taking in the sounds of both your gushing pussy and Fontaine’s breathy whines from underneath you.

l: location (favorite places to do the do)

Besides either of your homes, his favorite place to fuck you is his car. He loves the riskiness of it all, the possibility of getting caught in the back of his old-school Pontiac with his face buried deep in your pussy. In broad daylight. When he’s driving you around town, his hand is always on your thigh, and if you happen to be wearing one of those short skirts that you like to prance around in…there’s no keeping his deft fingers from traveling in between your thighs. And when he brings those same fingers, now glistening with your sticky release, straight to his mouth with his eyes focused on yours…the look on your face is what tells him that he needs to pull over immediately. In the backseat, no position is off limits, he makes the space work for the both of you. If no one is kneeling between the other’s legs, then you’re using your flexibility to get into cowgirl–regular and reverse–or doggy style with your ass tooted all the way up and your face in the seats, or even the infamous spider position (that one is guaranteed to bring some giggles out of you). 

m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What gets him going is your voice. That’s all he needs, really. That and your face. When you send him selfies and little audio messages to update him on your day, he can’t help but to smile, immediately feeling the burden of his work falling off of his shoulders. If alone, he’d shuffle in his sweats, adjusting his length, which was hardening at the thought of just being there with you. Don’t even get him started on the racy lewds you’d send him with invisible ink…immediately excusing himself to the restroom to take care of it. In person, he’s the same way– constantly staring at your face as you speak, holding strong eye contact and observing all your features and mannerisms. At first, you thought it was him trying to intimidate you or make you shy, but you realized that it’s just what gets him all revved up, you get him all amped up, simply by existing as you are.

n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Fontaine wouldn’t do anything that could genuinely harm you or possibly send you to the hospital. He’s typically more resistant to trying new things but anything you would want to try, as long as it’s safe for the both of you, he would.

o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he loveeees to give, being able to look up at you as he makes you shake and quiver with just his lips and tongue is what gets him going throughout the day. The first time he ate you out, you watched with wide eyes as he ravenously slurped and sucked on your lower lips and swollen clit, with fingers simultaneously manipulating all your inner spots. You came in under a minute and once the vision was restored in your eyes, you realized you’d never let that man go. When it comes to him receiving, he pretends not to love the intense teasing you enjoy giving him, but deep down it's his favorite part. The power and confidence that spreads across your face as you watch him gasping and shuddering under your tongue and fingers is something he loves to witness. Another thing that gives him life is when you get bold enough to take him all the way down your throat, holding it there and letting the gagging sounds fill the room. When he gets you to look up at him with a mouthful of dick and a chin dripping a sinful mix of spit and precum, your eyes all low and watery…he knows that you're his and he’s yours. 

p: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This also depends on the mood. The fast and rough Fontaine is typically reserved for moments in which he needs to release lots of stress or frustration, or he knows that you need to after a long day. He does a great job of roughing you up when he’s like this, gripping and grabbing onto any part of you just to keep you close to him, your ass, your tits, your hair…there was even that one time he pulled you closer with a hand on your pussy. This Fontaine is a bit of a sadist, he revels in the sounds of you begging and whining, finding great pleasure in the way your entire body would shudder when he spanked your bare ass. You beg him to go faster, harder, deeper, with a hand around your throat, or two. He always obliges, never stopping until the both of you are emptied and nearly passed out. Slow and sensual Fontaine is the one that shows up when he just needs you and your love. These are his more intimate times, both his hands finding solace someplace on your body while his eyes are firmly locked in on your own brown orbs. He loves to watch your face while he strokes deep inside you, his hips moving in slow, intricate waves as they search to locate every pleasure spot within your sugar walls.

q: quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fontaine isn’t really one for quickies, unless it’s one of your midday car adventures. Any other time, if you both were that needy to get nasty, you’d just cancel on whatever you were going to do, and if you were already out, then you’d simply go home. He just loves to take his time with you so rushing through a quickie isn’t something he particularly enjoys. If anything, he would let the sexual frustration between you build up until you’re back home, so everything hits 10x better with that extra tension that needs to be released. 

r: risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Fontaine is game to experiment with you most of the time, even if he is a bit hesitant. After all, you were the one that introduced him to bondage, gentle femdom, anal…and possibly even pegging (if ur into that🫣). All of which he’s enjoyed. The biggest risk he ever took with you was indulging your slight gun kink. You’d been interested in gunplay long before you met him but you never wanted to buy your own gun, nor did you date anyone with guns. When you saw his piece the first time, the dark, cold metal tucked carefully into his waistband, he could already see the raw curiosity behind your eyes. He had to teach you gun safety of course, during which he was the most serious you’d ever seen him. You set up boundaries with each other, like you always do when introducing something new in your bedroom, and once he felt that both of you were ready, he was happy to oblige you. (There is a continuation of this on Ao3).

s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Fontaine has great stamina, compared to most that you’ve slept with. On average, he can hold his own nut off to make you cum at least two or three or maybe even four times before he does, then once he cums, he can go 1 more time almost immediately after, especially if you’re still up and ready for more. Usually, the sex lasts for at least a couple hours, given both his and your love for foreplay. There was one night that you both had been so pent up, you managed to fuck until the sun literally came up, with small breaks in between each round of course. Still, it was the longest you'd ever had sex, and you both spent the whole day sleeping off your soreness.

t: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Fontaine doesn’t own any toys of his own, he’s considered getting a cock ring for foreplay, but hasn’t made the purchase yet. However, he does love to use your toys on you whenever you’re at your place. The rose and dick combo for when he wants you crying and twitching, the dildo for when his own dick is recovering but you still wanna cum, your cute pink buttplug that he’ll make you wear while he trains your throat…He is not a man who’s afraid of using toys on his partner, at all. Hell, he’s even let you use your wand on his dick and balls, granted…he was tied to the bed and couldn’t do much about it, but the nut that came from it was something out of this world. 

u: unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s a huge tease. Back to you guys exchanging nudes, he’s grown to love sending his own pics and vids of himself, stroking and cumming and groaning your name, especially when you’re away and busy with work or school. And if you’ve been particularly unfair with him lately, you can almost guarantee that he’ll send you something with either the end of the video cut off, or the audio off, just to get you ramped up. One time, you were on a trip with your girls, away for only three days, which was apparently too much for Fontaine. In the middle of the second night, he wanted you to call for a nice little facetime session, but you were out in a bar with your friends, unaware of the multitude of messages and calls hitting your phone. 

When you’d arrived back at the hotel, you opened up the messages and noticed one of the last ones was a video, about 5 minutes long, followed by a goodnight text. Once your friends were asleep, you snuck away to the bathroom to watch the video. He was in his car, phone held in front of him while his other hand stroked his dick. You bit your lip watching, slipping your own hand into your pajama shorts to match his own movements with gentle circles around your clit. Your eyes shifted from his dick to his slightly exposed tummy and happy trail to his plump lips at the top of the screen. He spoke so many dirty things while he jerked off for you, seemingly rambling on about what he wanted to do to you, with you, in and on you…and what he wanted you to do to him. How good you make him feel, how much he misses you, how he hopes you’re not having too much fun without him. 

By the 4 minute mark, both of you were already close, trembling and desperate for a release, but you held off yours so you cum at the same time as he did on the video. The end was nearing and you didn’t know how long you could hold it off for, but the pitch of his voice was elevating so you knew he was close. You cursed as the time reached 4:35, only ten seconds left and he still hasn’t cum. He moaned out a few curses himself before a breathy I love you escaped his lips, the three words immediately causing your body to jerk. You kept your eyes glued to the screen as your fingers continued circling quickly, wanting to see him spill all over his fingers so you could cum too. You heard that familiar gasp he always does before he cums, but just as soon as that final excitement rose, it crashed, the video ending and your orgasm fading away too quickly for you to catch up. 

v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Fontaine is not much of a loud lover until you’re in control. He’s nowhere near quiet, but any other time, he’s more focused on making you scream, his own moans getting lost in your sounds. When he’s under your reign and domination, he’s damn near transformed into an opera singer. He’s loudest when you’re edging him, and especially once you let him cum after so many missed orgasms. Deep, feral groans turn into whiny moans, which turn into cries and breathy pleading for you to give him relief. You love it when he sings for you, and he knows it. That’s why he never holds back, regardless of whichever roles you two are playing. 

w: wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Using this to expand on his breeding kink from earlier. As stated before, one of Fontaine’s top kinks is breeding. He loves cumming inside of you, and even though you use birth control, he can’t help but imagine you pregnant and full of his child each time. He loves to watch his nut drip out of you, just for the visual proof that you’re all his, but something he loves more is to fuck it all back inside of you, with his fingers or his dick, it doesn’t matter. When he’s in it, he can’t help but taunt you with all the dirty thoughts floating around in his head. Whispering in your ear about whether or not your silly little pill is strong enough to beat all the cum he’s leaving deep inside you, asking you about baby names, where you should look for a new house, and how much you want to go shopping for maternity clothes…By the end, there’s nothing on your mind but the fact that you would look so pretty with a full, round belly to show everyone around town that you belong to him, and him only. 

x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We already know Taine is thick…thick thighs, a lil belly and some strong ass arms. He’s also fairly hairy, which isn’t a surprise considering his full beard and mustache. I’d also like to imagine him as being at least 6ft, so big and tall and strong enough to pick you up and throw you across the room. His dick…is thick but not so much that it hurts to get your lips around it, and it’s about 7, 7.5 inches fully hard, so not too big and not too small. It’s mostly evenly toned, dark brown with a slightly darker head. (Honestly, I’m gonna stop here because I’m feeling very depraved writing these details LMAO just imagine his dick how you want it).

y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fontaine’s sex drive wasn’t crazy high till he met you, then he quickly learned to match your energy. When he’s busy with work, he has to literally avoid his phone so he doesn’t think too much about you, because you’re a distraction, sexually and non-sexually. Especially if you’re sending him your little pics and voice notes throughout the day, once he catches a glimpse of your face or hears your voice, there’s almost no stopping him from daydreaming about the two of you the night before, dick growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans, causing him to excuse himself from everyone. 

z: zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly afterwards especially if he was the one doing the domming, mostly because he tries to make sure you’re all comfortable and taken care of before he even lays down. Now, if you were the one wearing him out, you just let him lie down and relax while you clean up. Either way, once you’re both clean and refreshed, cuddling and relaxing with a fan and music playing, you’re falling asleep nearly at the same time.

A/N: Sooooo, it's finally finished, sorry to you all who had been waiting on this for so long!!! Last semester was tough and ripped away all my motivation to write fr but I'm backkkk and I hope y'all enjoy reading this, lmk what you think in the comments and please like and reblog as well! 🫶🏾

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[astridselixir]

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠."

Pairings: Yoru x fem!reader

Summary: After a stressful day filled with missions and nonstop training sessions which involved Brimstone yelling at everyone around, it was safe to say that you and Yoru were exhausted. So, as always, you two decided to let off some steam. And what better way to do that than to have his pretty lover, you, ride him?

Warnings: p in v, riding, use of pet names, bit of degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, porn w/o plot

(A/n: When I heard Yoru say this in a match, I just knew I had to write it. Istg, I go feral everytime this man speaks.)

(NSFW below the cut!)

ִ ࣪𖤐*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“That’s it. Keep going.” Yoru breathes out, hands tightly gripping your hips as you moved up and down on his length, whines and moans of pleasure escaping your lips every now and then. Such pretty sounds, he thinks. But then again, everything about you was pretty.

“Look at you. Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, hm?” You were far too out of it to even process what he said, so you only nodded, hoping you weren’t making a fool of yourself in front of him

Seeing this, he chuckles, squeezing your supple flesh reassuringly as he continues to watch you ride him, guiding you here and there. What a glorious sight; Yoru knew this image of you would be stuck in his head for days. He relished in the way you bounced on him, tits mimicking the movement of your hips as you lost yourself in pleasure. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, within the warmth of your gummy walls.

Your eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back with a fucked out expression painted across your face. One hand was firmly planted behind you, on top of Yoru’s leg as you straddled him while the other rubbed quick circles on your clit.

Fuck, you looked like a goddess. He was losing his mind over how heavenly you appeared to be as you played with yourself.

You could say this was your favorite part of the day; sexual tension finally getting released in the bedroom, relieving both you and Yoru. This is definitely what you both need after such a stressful day. A good fuck.

I mean, working as an agent for Valorant was stress itself alone. And it’s worse knowing either of you could get injured at any given moment, or maybe even die. But you try not to think about it too much as it would only make things worse.

As you both continued, it was as if fumes from your intimate activity were clouding the entire room, creating an atmosphere of sex and need. One that felt warm and moist on your skin, added with a bit of familiarity.

“F-fuck. ‘m close, so close.” You uttered out, hips desperately grinding on Yoru’s to reach that sweet climax you’ve been working so hard for.

Hearing this, he bites his bottom lip, forcing a stop to your movements which earned a frustrated exhale from you. You opened your eyes, vision slightly hindered by tears as you turned to look at him. You tilted your head to the side, shifting in your position while giving him a look of confusion.

The agent only chuckled at this, amused by your frustration. He enjoyed seeing you suffer— it was a guilty pleasure of his. He rubbed small comforting circles onto the skin of your hips before answering,

“Come here, my love. You’ve done so much work already, let me take care of the rest.”

The minute those words left his mouth, butterflies exploded in your stomach, an even warmer sensation coating your already hot cheeks. You nodded eagerly as you moved, leaning down and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his skin and planting soft kisses on it. He in response, smiled at this, kissing the side of your head before placing his hands on your back, rubbing it soothingly and getting into a comfortable position— one that he can easily thrust into.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, tucking away a strand of hair behind your ear.

Just when you were about to respond, you were cut off when Yoru slammed his hips into yours, the tip of his cock instantly kissing your cervix, causing your mouth to hang open and your eyes to roll back. The words died down on your throat, getting replaced by a loud moan that was both from surprise and pleasure as he practically drilled into your dripping cunt.

Babbles of his name rolled off of your tongue like a prayer, nails digging into his skin as you mewled, the sensation becoming almost too much to bear.

Oh, you were so close. So close that you were practically hovering over the edge. All you needed now was just something to push you off, and luckily for you, Yoru knew exactly how to do that.

Tears slipped out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed, begging the man beneath you to let you cum.

“Wanna cum so bad. Please, please, please. Please let me cum.” You cried out, your whole body shaking as Yoru continued his abuse on your wet heat.

He smirked upon hearing your words, holding you tighter against him, his hands leaving marks on your hips that will surely bruise tomorrow.

“Aww, my little princess wants to cum? Go on then. Make a mess on my cock like the whore you are.” He cooed, both amusement and mockery evident on his tone. He loved seeing you like this. A literal begging mess that was ready to be picked up and pieced back together. He swears he cums almost instantly when he hears that cute, little voice of yours plead for his approval.

That was all you needed to reach your peak. It felt as if you toppled over the edge, a burst of ecstasy shooting throughout your body like electricity, sending aftershocks and waves of euphoria to ripple through your whole being. You let out an almost pornographic moan, sending the man beneath you over the edge as well.

Yoru moaned as he shot thick ropes of cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim and coating your velvety walls white. He continued to sloppily thrust, pushing his seed deeper and making sure it wasn’t dripping out. He wasn’t allowing even a single drop to go to waste.

Oh, fuck. The sole image of you swelled with his child made his eyes roll back, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of getting you pregnant. If that were to happen, he’d surely be overjoyed. But of course, he’ll always leave that choice up to you.

After that, you both stayed still, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down from your previous high. You were exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied. You couldn’t have thought of any better way to end this day.

“I love you…” You murmured, words slighty incoherent, but you’ve been with Yoru long enough for him to know exactly what you said. Your eyes slowly closed, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips while his hand smoothed over your back, occasionally tracing shapes on your skin to help you fall asleep faster.

Once Yoru was sure you were knocked out, he slowly pulled out and gently laid you down on the bed. He then got up, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers before going into the bathroom to grab a damp towel. He also grabbed clean clothes for you to change into before walking back to the bed.

He sat down on the edge, admiring your sleeping form for a while and the peaceful look you had on your face. God, you were so beautiful (he lost count of how many times he said that already), he adored every single thing about you. From your curves to your beauty marks, everything. You were the sheer image of perfection in his eyes. No one could ever compare to you. A literal supermodel could be in the same room as him, yet he’d only have his eyes on you.

Shortly after ogling over your beauty, Yoru got to work and began wiping you down. He made sure you were as clean as possible before changing you into the clean undergarments he brought. He also took off the sheets and threw them in the laundry basket, not bothering to put on new ones since he was too tired and didn’t want to disrupt your slumber.

Once he was done, he got under the covers and pulled you into his embrace, giving you one last kiss on the forehead as you snuggled closer to him. He smiled once he felt this, causing him to think that you were seeking his warmth— you were. That alone was enough to reassure Yoru, allowing him to drift off to sleep with his mind at ease.

(A/n: Alrightyy, I just needed to finish this one so I could finally start working on the requests I have! Thank you sm to all the anons that sent me requests! I love y’all 🫵🤍 Hope you guys have/had a great day‼️🎊)

[lousypotatoes]

Hi I love your korekiyo fic it was sooo cute :3 would you be ok with writing korekiyo/and or Gundam tanaka x reader (gn) who loves monster mythology and reading classic books like Dracula or Frankenstein. Pls & Thx

oh my goodness this is favorite request so far!! I absolutely love old horror classics <33 Enjoy~

Monster Stories Gundham/Korekiyo x G/N! Reader

Gundham Tanaka

Song Recommendation:

Teeth - 5 Seconds Of Summer

This has some suggestive content. Mostly making out but still.

It had been a super exhausting day. You had tests in almost every class, and you had to deal with Hiyoko throwing a temper tantrum, luckily Mahiru was there to calm her down.

Walking into your dorm room, you kicked off your shoes, grabbed your book, and plopped down on your bed.

After about 20 minutes, you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" you called out, not taking your eyes off the pages of the book.

The door opened and your boyfriend, Gundham walked in, his scarf and coat swaying behind him.

"What are you reading, my dark monarch?" he asked, sitting on your bed.

"Dracula, by Bram Stroker," you said, leaning into him. "You've probably heard of it."

"Indeed, I have," he said proudly, reading the words on the page. "How did you aquire this book of dark energy?"

"I wouldn't call it dark energy," you chuckled. "Shuichi let me borrow it."

"I didn't know that he had the same kind of 'dark power' as you and I."

"Shuchi's full of surprises, I guess," you said, distracted by the scene in the book. "Jonathan just met the brides,"

"Perhaps my favorite part in the whole book,"

You closed the book, smirking. "Why's that Gundham?"

Gundham blushed, pulling his scarf over his face. "Be-Because my dear, it shows the demon and seductive energy that Dracula's brides have," Gundham said, making you giggle.

"Excuses, excuses," you said, leaning in to kiss him.

Gundham didn't waste anytime kissing you back. Your lips molded perfectly together, his lips rough, but in a comforting way.

His tongue swiped over her your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Giggling, you parted your mouth, and he immediately invaded it with your tongue, exploring every inch. Your tongues intertwining together, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, forcing him closer to you. Gundham moved his hands to your hips, pressing your chest against him.

After a few minutes of making out, you both pulled away from each other, both breathing heavily, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Maybe next time I should ask you about your favorite scene in Doctor Sleep," you joked, panting.

"The scene where Rose The Hat and Snakebite Andy make love, my monarch," he growled, nipping at your neck.

"Fair enough," you breathed out, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

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Korekiyo Shinguji

Song Recommendation:

All Of Me - John Legend

Being The Ultimate Mythologist, you absolutely loved studying myths in your free time. But by far your favorite mythology to study was monster mythology.

You were in the Hope's Peak Academy library, reading books about The Loch Ness Monster, The Minotaur, and other ancient monsters.

As you were reading, you heard footsteps behind you, but assumed it was the librarian. So, you were pretty surprised when someone sat in the chair next to you. You jumped up so suddenly that you almost knocked down one of the books.

"Sorry love," your boyfriend chuckled. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine Kiyo," you said, catching your breath. "I just didn't expect you to be here, that's all."

"What are you reading, dear?" he asked, looking over at the pages.

"Just some monster mythology stuff,"

"What creature are you reading about this time?" he grabbed onto your hand.

"The Minotaur, right now," you said, squeezing his hand.

"Ah, The Cretan Bull," Korekiyo said. "Very interesting, my dear."

"Mhmmm,"

The two of you sat there for the next few moments in silence, reading and enjoying each other's company.

After about ten minutes, you closed the book.

"Finished reading already?" he hummed.

"No, but we should leave," you said, getting up. "I have homework to do, and my textbook's in my dorm."

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Korekiyo asked, also getting up.

"I would like nothing better," you smiled, kissing his cheek.

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i really really REALLY want some double stuffed oreos

and a rootbeer float

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[lowkeychenle]

SOS [ZCL] (M)

Description: Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down.

Genre: Smut (literally the first 1.5k is smut help) // Thriller/Horror

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality, also this fic includes murder and creepy elements with Psycho!Dream so do with that what you will.

Word Count: 4,127

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat the rest of Dream too!!)

ISTJ 7Dream Series Masterlist

Juliet's Masterlist | Requests

After being in the car all day, you and Chenle are both ready to settle down for the night. Concentrating on the road for so long makes your eyes numb. Chenle’s a few steps behind you as you slump on the bed, starfishing out a bit as you take a deep breath. The mattress is soft beneath you, the cotton comforter already warm enough to make you want to fall asleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Chenle says, making his way over to you. He nudges you over so he can climb on too, lying on his side as his eyes scan over your face. “We still need to find something to eat.”

You groan in response, shaking your head.

“Babe, you haven’t eaten in hours. You gotta.” He reaches over to play with the bottom hem of your shirt before his hand dips lower and lower and lower—

“I thought you were tired?” You raise an eyebrow at him, but you don’t stop him.

“Did I say tired?” He fakes pondering for a moment as he pops the button on your jeans. “What I meant to say was I’m tired…of not being inside you.”

You laugh, pushing his shoulder. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m ever not thinking about it.” He traces along the fabric of your panties from hip to hip, repeating the motion as he leans closer to you. “We’ll be back on the road tomorrow and we’ll have missed this golden opportunity.”

“Well, you do make a valid point there.” Your voice drips with sarcasm.

“You gonna kiss me or are you gonna keep denying how much you want me?”

The words barely have time to leave his mouth before you silence him with the kiss he’s asking for. He immediately sighs into it, moving a little further over you. His tongue dances with your own as his fingers dip inside your underwear. He doesn’t have much range to move with your pants still on, but he somehow manages to find your lace-clad core.

Rubbing you gently, he rests his forehead on yours. “I’m gonna fuck you good, pretty girl.”

 You moan at his words, craving his lips back on yours. He stops, one finger tracing up your entrance to find your clit. His circles are mind-numbingly slow as he teases you into wanting him as badly as he wants you.

“How lucky for you we don’t have our usual toys.” He pouts, moving down a bit to kiss your neck. Leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth graze across your skin.

“So lucky,” you answer, rocking your hips up to hurry his hand. Chenle can be absolutely brutal with edging if he uses toys on you. He likes bringing you so, so close to the brink before stopping. The pattern repeats until tears brim your eyes. He loves to see you so stimulated that you cry.

Two fingers press against your clit, a gasp escaping you in response. He chuckles but keeps his infuriatingly slow pace. Your body continues to heat up, especially with the thick layer of clothing you have on, and now that Chenle’s started this, all you want is him buried deep inside you.

“This is what I like,” he says, feeling the wetness soak through your panties. “I like when your body tells me you need my cock.”

“Chenle.” You push your jeans down your legs, but can only get them as far as mid-thigh. Crying out in frustration, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him in to give you another kiss.

His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, hard enough for the tang of iron to hit your tongue. You whimper into his mouth. Everything around you feels like it’s burning, and all you want to do is take off all of your clothes in an attempt to cool down. Chenle doesn’t change his pace for even a moment. He’s skilled, practiced in making you whine and beg and cry for more. You’re pretty sure you’re radiating heat at the moment, but Chenle doesn’t seem the least bit affected by it.

“You just want me to fill you up so bad, don’t you?” he hums, fingers moving off your clit to play with the soaked fabric. “I bet I’d slide right in, huh?”

“God, would you fuck me already?” you hiss at him, grabbing his wrist to pull his hand away from your core.

He smirks at you, but before you know it, he’s helping take your pants off. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room. There’s only one thought on your mind, and it’s how fast you can get Chenle out of his clothes.

Fabric sticks uncomfortably to your core. Thankfully, Chenle helps you strip him down to his boxers, where his length leaves a prominent bulge. You palm him, grinning to yourself when he lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re always so needy for me,” he breathes out. “Such a little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You reach inside to wrap your fingers around him, jerking him slowly. 

“All fours, get that ass in the air,” he commands and grabs your wrist to pull you off his length.

You don’t hesitate to do what he says. Making quick work of your panties, you toss them aside before pressing your chest and head against the mattress, back arching as you wait for Chenle.

He stands to slide his boxers off, and then the bed dips as he climbs on behind you. His hands grope your ass, squeezing roughly before delivering a smack that has your body shaking. Your fists clench the comforter.

“God, I love your ass.” He slaps the other cheek, the sound echoing around the room as you bite down on the blanket to stop yourself from being too loud.

You arch further, moaning as he massages where he most likely left red marks. Then he’s no longer touching you, and you push yourself back to tell him how much you need him. It feels embarrassingly good when he smacks his cock against your clit. He slides himself along your entrance, collecting your wetness on his length. Your arousal drips down your thighs.

“I don’t know, pretty girl,” Chenle coos. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

You nod the best you can, pushing back again.

“Not gonna go easy on you, baby.” The tip of his finger ghosts along your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake and shivers weaving through your vertebrae.

You feel like you’re ready to explode, and all you want is to have him buried inside you. Luckily for you, he’s getting impatient too. He makes it to your hair, and right when he slams you full of his cock, he grabs your head and tugs it back. You suddenly forget about the people in the rooms around you because you scream in pleasure, unable to mask it with the blanket anymore.

Without giving you a moment to adjust, he pulls out until his tip is barely in before rutting his hips forward. You hold on for dear life, the arch in your back dancing the thin line between pain and pleasure.

His pace is brutal. The bed creaks loudly beneath you, joined by the sound of his skin smacking against yours and the slickness of your arousal.

He pauses, nudging your legs a bit further apart with his knees. You question it at first, but then he’s thrusting again, his balls slapping against your swollen clit. The pleasure numbs your brain, and all you’re thinking about is how good he feels rubbing on your inner walls like this. He tugs harder on your head, straining your neck without missing a beat. His name slips from your mouth so many times, you lose count. If it weren’t for his grip on your head, he’d probably have you across the mattress by now.

“What a good little slut.” His palm strikes your ass. “Pussy swallowing my cock while you drool.”

You’re shivering at this point, body begging for release. His thrusts slow and he reaches around you to find your clit. His chest heaves, scattered breaths escaping him as his fingers glide easily back and forth on your sensitive bud thanks to being coated in your wetness. You feel it all the way down your thighs to your knees, where you know it’s soaking into the comforter below you.

The knot tightens in your stomach, threatening to unravel at any moment regardless if you want to stay like this forever. As you hit your high, your vision goes black and you shake. Next thing you know, Chenle’s shoving your head into the mattress and chasing his own orgasm. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to finish, filling you up with his cum.

He grips your hips instead, holding you against his hips as he gently rocks back and forth to help you both come down.

You catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes clenched shut, lips parted. This Chenle is one of your favorites—absolutely spent, so overwhelmed with pleasure he can’t even comprehend it yet.

You whine when he pulls out of you. Without his support, your body crumbles. He catches you with an arm around your waist, flipping you over so he can look at you. Both of you are shiny with sweat, his skin gleaming in the dim hotel lighting.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, climbing to hover over you and press a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smile softly, nodding.

“C’mon.” He gestures behind him. “We’ll take a shower and then go get some dinner.”

You nod again, unable to formulate a response just yet. He slides his arms beneath you, lifting you up and walking you over to the bathroom. Setting you on the counter, he turns on the water. While the two of you wait for it to heat up, he finds his spot between your legs and connects his mouth with yours.

“I love you,” he whispers. “You sure that was okay? Don’t want to be too rough with you.”

You shake your head. “Not too rough. It was really good. I love you, too.”

“Good.” He smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “Let’s get in.”

After your shower, you get dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of soft shorts, hoping his idea of dinner isn’t the two of you actually getting out of the car. You just want to eat and then go to sleep. While you run the brush through your hair, he comes up behind you and grabs it from your hands so he can do it for you. You sigh in appreciation, closing your eyes and enjoying him and the heated air around you.

“You look good like this,” he hums and kisses your cheek. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m actually hungry now—”

The power goes off. You and Chenle are suddenly draped in darkness, and you instinctively move closer to him in fright.

“What the hell?” he mutters under his breath, flicking the switch on the wall. Nothing happens, and as your eyes adjust to the pitch black, you catch a glimpse of irritation laced on his features.

“We should just go.” You tug on his arm. “They’ll probably have it back on by the time we get back.”

The air is so still that anxiety starts clinging to your spine. You roll your shoulders a bit, but the pressure pressing you into yourself refuses to let up. Chenle intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you both toward the door.

“We paid $200 for this fucking hotel room,” he grumbles. “It better be back on after dinner.”

“Speaking of, what are we eating?”

As soon as Chenle’s hand touches the doorknob, a bright red flash emits from the previously lit bulbs. Both of you freeze, the eerie feeling climbing up your back making the hair on your skin stand straight.

“Chenle—”

“Mayday! This is not a test!”

A robotic-like voice fills the room, and a soft whimper escapes you as Chenle pulls you toward him.

“Evacuate the building immediately!”

A warbly siren joins the voice, and that’s when the panic sets in. The room flashes red again, a steady rhythm between the pitch black and neon. What kind of hotel has warning sirens? Your hands shake as Chenle throws the door open, practically tugging you down the hallway as the countdown starts.

“Ten.”

Your heart throbs in your throat as your bare feet smack against the carpeted hallway. When you try to ask Chenle what the hell is going on, the words refuse to come out. You’re barely able to breathe. The red flashes start to hurt your eyes, and it’s just frequent enough to throw off your vision when they fade back to black.

“Nine.”

Chenle looks back at you as he slams the door to the stairway open. You frantically look around for any sign of anyone else, but it’s almost like you and Chenle are the only two people here.

“Eight.”

You nearly fall down the stairs trying to match Chenle’s pace, but you don’t feel the pain shooting up your legs. Adrenaline courses through you, and as you reach the third floor, you can’t help but wonder what happens if you don’t make it.

What happens when the countdown hits zero?

“Seven.”

“Come on!” Chenle shouts.

The sound is lost on you when the awful siren is still ringing through your ears. Your lungs ache from the lack of oxygen, but nothing matters—nothing except you and Chenle getting the fuck out of this place.

“Six.”

“That one was faster,” you finally say, digging your fingers into his skin to try and ground yourself.

“We have to keep going.” Chenle’s out of breath too. You see his chest heaving and the fear on his face every time the lights flash. Despite that, his words are surprisingly calm. You want to scream, but your tired body won’t allow it. You can’t.

“Fi-Five.”

“Chenle—”

You’re at the bottom floor, and Chenle sends the door flying open. You see the exit, so close that you can practically taste the freedom that comes from getting the hell out of this hotel.

“Three, two, one.”

“No!” Chenle yells, his voice ricocheting off the walls, echoing down the long hallway. Right before your eyes, a metal barrier drops in front of the door. Bile rises in your throat, and you shake as you grip his wrists.

“What do we do?” You almost crumble to your knees, the weight of the world on your shoulders as you contemplate what this means for you.

How the hell do you get out now?

“I don’t know.” He pants, tugging his fingers through his hair.

The flashing stops briefly, allowing you a bit of time to catch your breath as you and Chenle back up down the hallway. He keeps a tight grip on you, like he’s scared to lose you in the dark.

And then the red returns, and when you look back to where you once stood, your heart stops beating. A man stands there, twirling a knife with his fingers. His head tilts slowly, slowly, slowly, until he can’t anymore, and you see the faint shade of pink in his hair. He lifts the blade up to the wall, the sound of it scraping against plaster sending shivers up your spine. The white of his shirt is illuminated by the neon. One thing is written across it in big, scrawled letters: JAEMIN.

“Chenle,” you whisper, smacking his chest. His gaze follows yours, and you see the hard recoil.

“What the fuck?”

You turn the other direction, preparing to run that way, until you see a second man. With a dry throat, you back up toward the door leading to the stairs, holding onto Chenle’s sleeve for dear life. Silver hair reflects red. He stands impossibly straight, head lifted as if he’s looking down at the two of you. Gripping the base of an ax, he allows it to hang loosely at his side. His shirt matches the other man’s, but the word spelled out on his is JENO.

Chenle gulps, tugging you back. “We need to go.”

You don’t say anything, stuck in the middle of the two men like your body has frozen completely.

“(Y/N), now!” He finally snaps you out of your trance, and the two of you hurry into the stairwell.

You’re barely able to keep up with him anymore, every part of you wanting to stop running. There’s no way you can keep doing this for long.

You make it to the second floor, and as you round the corner to go up to the third, you halt. Narrowed eyes stare at you from the platform. Chenle runs into you, opening his mouth to ask you why you stopped until he sees.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Chenle tries to hide his fear—for your sake or for his own, you’re unsure—as the man at the top of the stairs tilts the container he’s holding. Liquid sloshes down the stairs, and it doesn’t take you long to realize what it is.

Gasoline.

You catch a glimpse of the word on his shirt—DONGHYUCK.

You get the sinking feeling to turn around, and that’s when you see another standing on the platform below you. He stands there, staring straight at you with a blank look on his face. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, his word reading: MINHYUNG.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him pull something out. A familiar sound reaches your ears—

A flame flickers to life from the lighter, illuminating his face. His hair is black, short with an undercut. He raises an eyebrow at you, taunting you to stay in your spot. The liquid reaches your feet, soaking them as it continues to trickle down toward the guy with the lighter.

As soon as you break from your staring contest with him, you and Chenle break through the door to the second floor. Running down the hallway, you take the first right you can. The room before you seems to be a conference room. A long, oval-shaped table takes up the majority of it, but almost like they were waiting for you, two more people stand at the back of the room.

The taller of the two grips a machete, a small smile forming on his face when he sees the two of you. His shoulders are broad, arm flexed with how hard he’s holding his weapon. JISUNG is sprawled on the white fabric covering his chest, and the man next to him says RENJUN.

He has darker silver hair than the other guy from the hallway. At first, he appears weaponless, but the metallic gleam around his fists prove otherwise. The pain and fear finally catches up to you, and your knees wobble as you let out a terrified sob. No matter where you go, they’ll find you.

They’re going to hurt you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. They’re going to hurt Chenle. 

The two of you aren’t making it out alive.

“Where do we go?” you ask Chenle.

Instead of responding, he tugs you back out the door. Before you’re able to go anywhere, the four men from before are waiting for you. They slowly close the distance, and Chenle puts you behind him, pressing you into the wall.

You grip onto his shirt, closing your eyes and hoping, praying you wake up from this dream soon.

“Stay behind me,” Chenle says, chest heaving.

The two from inside follow you out, and the group of six slowly get closer and closer until you’re able to clearly make out their faces. As valiant of an effort it is, you know there’s no way Chenle can take all of them on his own. Not without any weapons.

You hear the knife scrape against the wall, like it did before, but this time, much nearer. Shaking your head, you wish you could stop the tears rolling down your cheeks. The first one approaches—Minhyung—and his fist grips Chenle’s shirt.

Without another thought, Chenle shoves him back. Almost like he’s caused a chain reaction, the others move forward. Donghyuck aids Minhyung in ripping your boyfriend away from you, leaving you alone and afraid as he struggles against the other two men.

Out of instinct, you lunge forward to help, but hands wrap around your wrists, tugging you back so hard, you’re pretty sure you hear a loud pop coming from your shoulders. You scream, in both pain and fear, as you crumble down to your knees and watch as Chenle gets dragged away.

He’s shouting at you, begging you to get away, but you know it’s impossible. You must be getting dragged by Jeno and Jaemin, because the further you get, you still see Renjun and Jisung staring at you from the doorway.

You fight against them as much as you can, the sight of Chenle down the hallway urging you on. It doesn’t matter what happens to you—you need to know what they’re going to do to him. By some miracle, you get free of them, immediately bolting away. You think you’ll make it to him, but the second you get confident, Renjun steps in your way, reeling his fist back and launching it forward.

You crumple, the flashing red fading to black one last time before you lose consciousness.

When you wake, your head throbs. You attempt to move, but your wrists are chained together, the links connecting up to the ceiling. Your arms ache, your toes barely brush the ground, and you’re alone.

The events quickly come back to you, and you immediately look around for Chenle. The lights are back to normal, a dull, yellow glow making the wide, cement room around you seem that much bigger.

There’s nothing in here. Nothing except you.

Your heart is beating so fast, you’re sure it’s going to burst from your chest. Chenle’s out there somewhere, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s alive. If he’s somewhere, suspended midair like you are.

Tears brim your eyes, and you weakly shake the chains holding you.

The warbly siren sounds behind you, this time as if it’s coming through a cheap speaker. A familiar voice follows, the same one you heard earlier.

“Mayday! This is not a test! Evacuate the building immediately. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Fi-five. Three, two, one.”

You cringe as the lights turn off again, and at this point, you give up. If they’re going to kill you, you want them to get it over with. There’s no reason to make you suffer.

The red light returns. Rather than flashing, it stays on, and through your blurry vision, you see the six forms standing in a line about fifteen feet in front of you. You clench your fists.

“Where is he?” you ask, voice weak and feeble. “What did you do with Chenle?”

You hear a laugh, but it’s not from any of the men in your eyesight. A warm hand touches your waist, making you flinch and do your best to pull away from whoever it is.

“Oh, don’t be like that now,” the voice coos.

God, that sounds familiar.

The realization dawns on you right before he walks around to face you directly. Chenle. But he’s not your Chenle anymore, he’s dressed exactly like the men behind him, his name scrawled across white fabric. His fingers linger, tracing shapes on your skin through the T-shirt you’re wearing.

“What’s going on?” Your entire body trembles.

“I’m okay, baby. Isn’t that what you wanted to know?” He shows no traces of the man you know, his face blank and eyes emotionless as he regards you. “My friends wanted to play a little game with you. Wasn’t it fun?”

“Chenle…” More tears cascade down your face. Please, please let this be a dream.

“None of that now.” He tsks, reaching up to grip your jaw. “They wanna kill you so bad, you know. I told them no.”

Hope sparks, and for a second, you believe you might actually get out of here alive.

“Jaemin has a particular taste for the thrill of watching someone bleed out. He begged and begged, but I said no. I said nobody was allowed to kill you. Nobody except for me.” His eyes narrow, and his other hand tangles into your hair.

“Please…” is all you can muster.

“Thanks for playing, pretty girl.”

He jerks your head with one quick, clean movement, and the sickening cracking and popping of your neck is the last thing you ever hear.

[muffinsin]

Hey, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow! Got a date? I was wondering if you could do some spicy HCs of the dimi daughters with a partner that spoils them for Valentine’s Day?

Hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day!💌💗🌹

It is! ;) Got any plans, anyone?👀 Absolutely, let’s get into it! Got quite long, and gave each a lil spicy scenario ;)

Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone🌹🥀

Writing them as bottoms/switches in this one cuz why not🙇‍♀️

(Mention of straps- depending on preferred genitals this is either a strap or not)

Masterlists

Bela

When you present her with a black bag with a beautiful, single red flower sticking out, she smiles widely

She loves what you’ve come up with for Valentine’s Day so far

From the beautiful date you’ve had, to the walk through the gardens when you ensured she’d stay warm enough by wrapping her up in your warmest jacket

To the comforting bath you’ve prepared for her, with comforting scents and candles. Your bare body pressed to hers, leaving trails of kisses and a promise that she would receive more later on

It seems, this time has come

She gently takes the bag from you, her fingertips brushing against yours. Bela is to kneel before you, her beautiful, typical black dress abandoned and replaced with an elegant, rich red one you got her

Severely, both of you were excited at the idea of taking her in it. Red is definitely her color, you think

When she first moves her hand inside the bag, she pulls out a box of strawberries. Bela can’t help but giggle at this- they’re her favorite.

The second time, there is a bottle of lube. The sight makes her giggle and blush adorably. Really, you like to joke the two of you don’t even need lube by how wet she gets. Still, she likes to have some nearby for larger toys you might try on one another

Then, she feels around the bag and eagerly pulls out a rather large box. Packaged discreetly enough to have her feel even more curious, she inspects it

However, Bela’s curious expression turns to a flustered one when she opens the box and grips the long, smooth thing inside, then pulls it out. Her cheeks heat up adorably and her thighs press together at the natural-looking strap dropped in her lap

You can’t help but laugh and coo at her cute expression. Her nipples are hard through the red dress and her thick thighs push together harshly

She’s picking it up and moves it to push it up against her when you swiftly grab the strap from her. She’s blushing adorably when you grip her chin and tip the head of the dildo against her plump lips

“Hmm, I must’ve mistaken that for another gift. This one’s mine, my beautiful girl”

Bela gasps at this, her eyes and uneven breaths betraying her excitement. She eyes the strap held tightly in your hand, and with some encouragement from your side, eventually continues to pull her last two presents from the gift bag even as her cheeks burn bright pink

The next are red nipple clamps, with the form of a heart attached to them. Bela gasps when you pull her against you and your fingertip brushes over her hard nipples already

“You’ll look so adorable in these”, you coo, well aware of what your words are causing her. Bela tries her best to keep her composure when you pull a last gift from the bag

Handcuffs, fluffy and in red. She bites her lip, yet can’t hide the smile on her face. She remembers telling you about wanting to try out cuffs

She gasps in surprise upon feeling your lips against hers, but melts into the kiss within seconds already

Humming and smiling, she allows you to push her backwards on her bed, the red dress pressed up against dark red sheets and the red rose petals you have spread out over the sheets

Never has Bela felt sex to be this romantic. Not once, even when it’s slow and passionate. The scent of the candles of the room and the fireplace, as well as the one of the rose petals below her fill her senses

For a moment, when you climb on top of her, you are rendered speechless

She looks beautiful- no- ethereal. Holy. Stunning

With her golden hair sprayed out around her head and red flower petals breaking through, you want nothing more than to savor this moment forever

If only you could paint her this way. Perhaps, she will let you. But today isn’t that day, and now isn’t the time to do it

She smiles, her cheek warm when your fingertips brush against it. She’s so soft and sweet underneath you, her golden eyes shutting for a mere moment, as if to show her love and trust towards you

Bela watches as your fingers slide down her body, past her cheeks and down her jaw, running down her neck and over her shapely chest. Along her hips and to her thick thighs, until you grip the hem of the dress gently between your fingers

As she lifts her hips, she allows you to slide it upwards to reveal light grey underwear. Light grey, per your request. Nothing is hidden from you

Your mouth waters as you see her arousal clear as day. The panties are entirely unable to hide the wet stain in them, her cunt so wet it created a creamy wetness on the underwear

You slide your fingertip along it, and grin at her breathless gasps

“Darling…!”, she groans, her head thrown back when you caress her between her slightly spread legs. She’s so warm, so needy and soft even through her underwear

You eye the outline of her pussy, the cameltoe visible through the sopping wet panties, and trail your fingertip up to her clit

This, makes the woman gasp and beg for you at last. She’s waited all day. She wants you. She needs you

And you won’t make her wait

Stripping down into the bare necessities, you slip the strap around your hips and align it properly

When you lean forwards, your beautiful lover squirms and moans at the feeling of the tip brushing up against her most sensitive parts

Bela almost doesn’t notice your wandering hands, until you gently tug down the top of her dress and her breasts slip out

She moans and gasps sweetly for you, whimpers and groans when you wrap your lips around a sensitive nipple

Distracted as she is, she takes no note of the nipple clamp in your other hand until it is put on her unoccupied nipple

She shrieks at the sudden pain, her face bright red and nearly matching the heart of the accessory adorning her breast

You smile at her as you tap it, and with one hand cupping her breast, attach the second to her second nipple

Again, this makes her moan and squirm beautifully

Lastly, you take the handcuffs from her hands, and snap them around her wrists. Hooking them into the small knob at her the middle of the bed’s headboard, you admire the beautiful sight in front of you

Your girlfriend, pale and stunning, her skin contrasting with dark sheets. Gold hair covering some red flower petals, while others seep through. Her hands raised above her and keeping her in a perfect, submissive position for you. Her round breasts, little, sensitive nipples adorned with clamps and hearts

You see the shimmer in her eyes. The love and trust, the excitement and happiness

You smile at her when you open the self-wrapped package of fresh, sweet strawberries and pop one inside her mouth. Gently, she holds it between her teeth

Never have you seen her look this submissive and in love with you. You could easily spend eternity in this moment

“Good girl, Bela”. The phrase is enough to pull a shiver from her

At last, you return your attention back between her thighs. Bela squirms and lifts her hips as you tug off the panties, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink when you inspect them for a moment and lick some of her arousal off, then toss them to the pile of your clothes carelessly

Her pussy is pink and aching, seeping wetness for you even without your touch

You lick your lips at the mere sight of her, and it makes Bela’s heart flutter and thighs shake for a moment. She will never tire of being looked at this way by you. With such desire and hunger burning in your eyes as you take her in

She feels worshipped, and as though you are about to devour her at the same time

You can no longer wait, you decide

You align the toy with her slit, and with nearly antagonizing, slow thrusts, begin to move. Bela squirms and moans at the feel of the strap’s dildo moving against her and collecting her wetness

Quickly, you find it covered in her already. Her southern lips are parted slightly for you with the toy wedged between them. When you pull back, you wet your lips once more at the sight of her wet cunt

At last, you grip her hips and pull her down a little, just enough to have her arms stretch above her head and her core move to you

“Hgnm-Mhmmm!”, she moans, her eyebrows furrowing and her legs spreading wider when you push inside of her at last

You grin, and with a single kiss to her covered stomach, begin your thrusts

Cassandra

Cassandra sports a bright pink, flushed face, a look fitting the dark red underwear set you gifted her

Aside from this, she feels the tight sensation of a red collar hugging her throat, and the featherlight touch of the red rose braided in her dark hair

All these are gifts from you, set to fit the day’s theme

While Cassandra doesn’t quite understand “Valentine’s Day”, you’re good at helping her understand

After a beautiful day of allowing her to take you on a hunt and showing you how to gut and properly play with her prey- the most romantic thing to her-, she finds herself sitting on your lap in nothing but the new, red underwear you picked out

The set leaves little to the imagination, really

A red, lacy bra that covers her hard nipples and pale breasts partly, and equally red panties that cover her cunt. Attached to it is a garter belt of equal red color

For a moment, you simply take her in. As expected, the set looks incredible on your girlfriend

It contrasts beautifully with her pale skin, and- perhaps even more so- has both of you feel a rush at its color. Red, like love? Not quite. Red, like blood. But with Cassandra, blood means love

Upon noticing your ogling, she tries her best not to squirm on you. She doesn’t want you to get control that easy. She wants you to take it, to earn it

And earn it you intend to do

She gasps when you lift one of her legs and promptly swing it across the armchair’s side, then repeat the process with her second leg

Now, she’s completely exposed for you. Her legs spread wide and her hands gripping the fabric of the armchair, she can’t help but grind down on you at least a little bit

Cassandra shrieks when, suddenly, she feels the smallest amount of a shock pass through her. Coming right from the dark red collar hugging her neck

Immediately, her hands reach up to it. You only chuckle at your surprised girlfriend. Yes, this is certainly new, but you know how experimental Cassandra is

And you intend to spoil her today. To toy with her, as long as you’d like, and to show her a new thing or two

She feels one of your hands tangle in her hair and gather it, until you hold it tight in a makeshift ponytail

While not surprised, she still hisses and moans when you pull hard and make her head tilt backwards

You smirk at the smallest of whines that pass her lips

Then, she suddenly feels your lips on her. On her neck, her most sensitive area

Immediately, it pulls a gasp and whine from her. She’s shivering, and her heels push back against the chair quickly when she feels your tongue dart out and lick her sensitive flesh

“You look so good like this, my love”, you whisper, and if it wasn’t for your presence at her neck, she would have surely given you a snarky remark in return

Instead, Cassandra can only whine and moan helplessly, her most sensitive spot tended to with care

When you bite down, she shrieks, and you feel her hips bucking up for a moment before she grinds herself back down on your thighs

Through lidded eyes, she watches as your hands slide across her body. Down her arms and grazing her waist, down and down until you move between her spread legs and cup her warm cunt through her newly received underwear

She shudders at your touch

Then, with steady, strong fingers, you pull the fabric aside. Cassandra bites her lip as she feels both, your fingers and the warm air filling the room touch up her most private area

She moans, low at first, yet her voice pitches high when you push a finger inside and bite down on her sensitive neck again

She’s flustered and desperate in your lap already, with a soaked pussy just for you and her body betraying her lust and submission

She has no way to deny you dominance any longer, nor does she have the thought of putting up a fight any longer

Cassandra’s back arches when you bite again, then slide your warm tongue across her bruised flesh

She’s trembling, you notice, her eyes squeezed shut as more and more moans and high pitched whimpers and groans pass her black colored lips

She’s beautiful for you, your very own goddess

To spoil

To love

To care for

Ah, but to torture too, in the sweetest of ways

And this must simply be the sweetest form of torture for her. You know, she yearns for you to make her cum already, you’re certainly able to

Yet, you have something different in mind. You wish to spoil her on such a unique day

You want to drag this out, to make her submit fully and cry out her pleas for you. You want to take your time with her, this time

Cassandra groans when you curl your fingers inside of her, her thighs twitching for a moment as if to press together when your thumb slides up and flicks across her clit

Even with only a set of underwear on her, she feels entirely too warm. She’s moaning and whimpering on top of you, her head thrown back, her nails digging into the fabric of the armchair and tearing it slightly

She whines and mewls for you when you bite her throat again, and more and more moans spill from her

You pump your fingers in, and out. Slowly, precisely. You know just what areas and spots are the most sensitive to her

Poor Cassandra doesn’t stand a chance at attempting to conceal her moans

You tug her hair again, hard, and her head slips back again. You nibble on her throat and work your way up and down the beautiful, smooth skin of her neck

Cassandra shivers under your touch

She notices your hand move and your fingers let go of her hair, then shrieks when another light shock moves through her body suddenly

You chuckle. It’s caused her to clench around your fingers tightly, and brought the most delicious of moans forth from her lips

She feels you kiss and lick your way up, until hot breath hits her earlobe

“You like this, Cass?”, you whisper, and she can only whimper in return when you curl your fingers again and pump them deep inside of her

You smile at her. She’s so precious this way, you could easily keep this up forever. You really can’t help it at all, Cassandra is simply too precious to tease and spoil

Another shock runs through her, and she gasps in surprise again

“It’s a little something I got for us”, you whisper sensually, your breath warm on her skin. She shivers upon feeling your fingertips trace the collar’s edges

“It has a few different settings we can explore together”, you whisper, and feel her clench around you yet again. Your smile against her neck makes her shiver again

The thought of more excites the masochist and sadist. To put the collar on you, or to explore the highest settings when it adorns her own throat

The thought alone makes her squeeze your fingers inside of her

She feels the smallest amount of delicious fear pass in her- uncertainty, for she does not know when the next shock might hit her

The thought thrills her

When your hand reaches forth again, she knows she is granted a small break from the collar

You bite her neck again, and with your free hand eagerly cup her breast

She feels flustered and needy on top of you, a moaning and soaked mess with her own arousal drooling out of her and wetting your fingers

You play with her just right, touch her just the way she needs it

With another bite to her neck, she moans and gasps out a low “Fuck”. You smile in adoration and amusement

“Do you want to cum, my pretty girl?”

Words die on her tongue when you pump your fingers harder and faster, your thumb stroking her clit and your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her left breast

“Come on, Cass, I know you can answer me, my darling”

And she does, quickly, and breathlessly. She begs to cum, to feel release. She pleads how needy she is, how pent up. How you must simply help her!

And you do, gladly so, as you let her cum around your fingers at last

Daniela

A dreamy sigh escapes her as your fingers flutter across her skin. Beautiful, soft, pale and juicy

She gasps at the suddenness of feeling oil- massage oil- drip dropping down on her exposed back

With a smile, she realizes it hits her skin in the shape of a heart

You’re simply so good to her

And you wish to continue being so. Valentine’s Day. And while she has been such a sweet dear all day, showering you in love and kisses and flowers and presents, you want to spoil her now

And what sweeter ways to do such is what you have planned for your lover?

You’ve filled the bathtub with warm water and lit candles, brought her flowers and put her hair up for her in her bath

You’ve trailed your fingertips across her shoulders and shared meaningful kisses, stroked her soft cheeks and held them

You scrubbed the wet sponge across her body softly, in an almost worshipping fashion

You’ve coated her beautiful body in soap and rinsed it, kissed and caressed her

Then, you dried her with the softest of towels and brought her to a bed of warm sheets and rose petals. Daniela is over the moon!

Now, you slowly pour massage oil over her bare back. You hover above her, a small smile on your face as she reaches to rest her head on your pillow. You know, it’s for the scent

You set the bottle aside and gently smear the oil across her body

She coos, and you smile at her. She’s so adorable

Daniela squeaks in surprise when you not only spread the oil along her backside, though, but move your hands to her bare, shapely ass and massage it in

Truly, she has been hoping to initiate things all day. That doesn’t mean she’s in a rush, though. The day is going so wonderfully, and now she wants nothing but to feel herself be devoured by you

Daniela moans softly with each squeeze of her cheeks, and bites her lip to muffle a happy squeak when you move down yet again and squeeze her thighs

You slide the oil across her expectedly and massage it into her skin with care

You bite your lip, too, at the many small noises she allows. She squirms below you, her skin glistening with the massage oil in the dim light of the room

You’ve never seen a prettier sight

Daniela gasps when you pull her leg aside, then giggles gleefully when she feels you spread the massage oil between her legs

Her cunt glistens beautifully as you massage along her southern lips, bringing more and more beautiful noises from your girlfriend

She grips the sheets tightly to avoid interfering and possibly hurting you with her- as of this moment- uncontrolled strenght

You lick your dry lips at the sight in front of you: her beautiful, soft cunt, pink and glistening with the massage oil and the wetness that already leaks from her

Her small clit, aching for touch

For a moment, you surprise the beautiful redhead by sliding your index fingertip against it

She moans and gasps, her eyes pressing shut when you begin rubbing her clit with your fingertip

You coo at the sight of Daniela attempting to stay in place, even as more wetness drips from her easily and her sharp nails tear the sheets

She moans and gasps previously for you, a high pitched shriek passing her wet lips when you also push two fingers inside her hot core

She’s utterly wet, both from her arousal and the massage oil, and practically begs you to touch her and connect with her

You gently turn her around, your eyes taking in her large breasts. She cups them and squeezes them, the soft flesh spilling between her petite fingers

As you lean forwards, you catch her beautiful, golden eyes even as they struggle to stay open

Using your free hand, you stroke her cheek lovingly and smile when you feel its warmth. She’s truly the most adorable thing in the world to you

Her wide hips buck as you curl your fingers in her, and a throaty moan rips from her lips when you force a third finger inside of her

She’s moaning and trembling, cursing and gasping below your form

When you lean forth enough to capture her nipple between your lips, her eyes slip shut and her hand sets on the back of your head

She’s careful, so much so her hand trembles with her efforts to be gentle. Perhaps, next time you will tie her up if she gets too sensitive or excited to control herself

Still, you continue your movements and rub her clit faster. Up and down, side to side. The little bud grows warm and a deeper shade of pink under your fingertip, until it shines like a rubin to her core

She shivers at the feel of your tongue around her nipple, your mouth on her. You suck and nipple gently

“You’re so Beautiful, my love”

“My princess”

“What a good girl you are for me, sweet Daniela”

Each whispered phrase only seems to push her closer to her orgasm. The poor thing can’t stop moaning, her thighs tremble

She feels warm with the oil on her, and she loves it

Your hands stroke her skin gently, and bring her closer and closer with each passing second

She’s right on the edge already, her legs restrained by yours when her hips begin jerking up and her thighs start trembling

She moans and curses softly, her head thrown back against the sheet

She feels you trail kisses up and down her ribcage, where many hickeys lay already. It seems, you’re eager to place another

Her breast sports one already, her nipple sore from your treatment. She wouldn’t have it any other way

Daniela whimpers when you curl your fingers again, and gasps when your thrusts pick up

“Wont you cum for me, my beautiful darling?”

She nods, fast. She’s panting, and her mouth seems too dry to answer properly. The poor thing is trembling beautifully beneath you, right on the edge of her orgasm

You watch eagerly as she cums only moments after, her back arched and her glistening skin on display

She squeezes your fingers tightly and looks up at you through hazy eyes a moment after

You smile down at her, your hand gently cupping her cheek

“You’ve done perfectly, Dani”

[sunboki]

🎬 LOVERS NOSTALGIA

% — lee felix x gn. reader

% — listening to 2 Soon by keshi

i got inspiration from one of my upperclassmen during highschool who was president of the aviation club, i always looked up to her and she was so incredibly kind to me. i hope she’s doing well now ：）

Felix glanced down at his phone, double-tapping the fingerprint dappled screen to see no notifications, nothing. He’d been waiting outside the highschool for at least an hour now and the once warm and comfortable rays of suns began to irritate him.

For some background, it had been at least two months since you’ve seen each other, Felix having visited his family back in Australia which left you far away in Korea.

Are you here yet?

You could basically hear the displeasure in his text, imagining your boyfriend huffing and puffing while passerby sent him looks. Cute.

He had no idea why on earth you’d want to see him here. Why not the airport? Have one of those heartwarming reunions he saw online all the time where he’d pick you up, spin you around and give you the biggest kiss of the century. A real kiss, not one through the screen.

Except this wasn’t the airport but your old highschool where you’d specifically instructed him to go in order to see you.

I’ve been here goofball, now you have to find me ;)

Oh you were something else alright. Only for you would he search a highschool. Only for you.

You’re unbelievable.

Despite saying that he searched. And searched and searched. All throughout the highschool, through the cafeteria, the old corridors behind the library, even the science classroom where you’d spilt coffee on his favorite t-shirt. He remembered that like yesterday.

You’d called out and he followed the sound, until his legs were exhausted and he was on his last straw. Dragging himself up the stairs not-so gracefully.

“I.. I give up. Just let me see you. . .” Felix heaved, finally reaching the third floor where he resisted the urge to sit flat on his bottom and wait.

I’m in the Aviation room, come fast!

He stared at the text for a moment, once dissipated energy restoring like new. Running wildly, he slid on his heel at the familiar room. Of course, how could he forget?

“Y/n!!”

There were tears in his eyes when he yelled your name, streaming down his cheeks when you toppled off your stool into a massive hug.

You.

Your scent, your smile, your skin. He missed it so much. You pulled him impossibly closer on the floor, his head buried in your neck.

“Do you remember this room?”

The Aviation room. The nostalgic feeling he got every time he thought about it, where he’d kissed you for the first time and he kissed you again now. The place where he fell in love with you, watching you put so much into the club he called stupid. But he still went to all the meetings, reminded you of all the dates, cheered you on.

“I missed you.”

How could he forget?

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[heroesoath]

SINDAY HEADCANON ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

in alphabetical order under the cut because i'm not a heathen.

ALEX

Alex takes orders really well, tell him what you want and he will comply with a little smile or smirk and he'll get to work! And I need it to be known that there is a REASON Lorna and Madelyne keep letting him back in and it's 100% because he's good at using his mouth, and his jaw almost always has some stubble so it's great for sensations and stimulation.

Alex is hot, I mean that literally, his powers makes energy and plasma store inside his body so he runs hot. If it's winter? He adds an extra layer of comfort during sex since he's just a blonde weighted blanket.

Likes being pegged, look at his Goblin Prince era.

When it comes to men he's a versatile king, he can be a submissive bottom or a eager top, best of both worlds - Hannah Montana.

When he was younger he did have issues of using his powers during intimate moments but it was ONLY when he was solo. He's far too terrified of his own abilities and how dangerous they are to ever accidentally use them in bed now. He keeps that control no matter what. ( Eyes might glow blue though )

*PULL HIS HAIR* He will moan and it's a delightful sound.

He likes fucking in the X-Jet lol ( it's leftovers from Alex and Lorna's time in space where their most favorite pastime was banging because there wasn't anything else to do idhfjks did )

Weird asf but he enjoys when people tear clothes from him, especially his uniform.

CLINT

Alex might be good at taking orders, but Clint is the ORAL KING. Bobbi makes numerous remarks about how long Clint can hold his breath, that man eats pussy / sucks dick like a ROCKSTAR.

Clint grew up in the circus and because of that he's very bendy, he can do lots of different positions, like go crazy babes.

Not sinful, but he's strangely good at after-care, he'll make coffee/tea, order pizza, clean up. A mess in real life does not translate to post sex, man has a reputation.

Because he is deaf, he prefers positions where he can see his partner's face. He wants to see them enjoying themselves since he can't hear them. On the other end, Clint is loud as he has no control of his volume so feel free to gag him!

Clint has very strong fingers from his archery so do with that info what you wish.

Enjoys being tied up.

DANI

Reminder that my Dani is a lesbian.

She's a dominant top, reading everything about her even from the early days of New Mutants, this woman will not take orders from anyone. She takes charge, she knows what's she's capable of and that's the tea.

She will unironically call someone good girl in bed and I hope this awakens something in all the sapphics out there.

She can and will make sex toys with her powers. You think those psionic arrows were all she can make?? Nah.

Because of her powers she can also make it seem like they are at any location. Wanna bang on the beach but can't fly there? No problem. Five class Paris suite?? Just relax and let Dani work her mirages.

Despite her top energy, Dani is a supreme cuddler, she enjoys showing affection and that translates into sex. Lots of kissing, lots of desperate grabbing, lots of face caressing.

JAMIE

Jamie has more control of his powers now, but he does sometimes lose control, so if the sex is intense don't be surprised if another Jamie pops out fugdvhfjd So if your muse is into a sudden threesome with two Jamies then you're golden.

He really is just a walking orgy so if you're super freaky just ask and he'll pop out a few duplicates and they can all have fun.

From his detective era, he does love sex on a desk. He "Thinks it's so NOIR."

JEAN

Already alluded to this today, but sex in the sky is so real. She can keep you both afloat with very little effort ( though if she gets with someone who flies she'd love to give some control up )

Jean's eyes glow pink during sex. She has enough control that she doesn't fling things around, but the room may shake a bit.

Her favorite lingerie is black, a call back to her Black Queen moment. She also wears a lot of backless dresses.

KISS HER NECK, MAKE HER FEEL DESIRED. She'll never admit this, but Scott cheating on her has left a scar. Jean wants to feel loved and desired, that she's enough.

She can be dominant or submissive, a versatile queen.

Because Jean is a cosmic entity at times, she loves powerful lovers, if they can be like two stars colliding into a big bang she'd be ultra satisfied.

She likes riding, yee haw.

Jean can cook breakfast and bake a bit, but she's not a great cook, so expect her to offer to go out for food after. A little date after a bang is just as valid as cooking in the kitchen! She's also just fine with coffee, cuddling and leftovers.

Woman is loud. Like she'll shout a name so loud the cosmos will hear because she's fire and life incarnate.

Random, but in my verse where Jean is still the White Phoenix of the Crown, the nexus of life, death and rebirth itself, I once read a fic where she brought someone into the White Hot Room just so she could bang because she wanted to feel human again and . . . idk that's a plot right there.

JOHN

MAGIC IN BED. John will do some absolute unhinged shit in bed via spells, sometimes even on accident.

Submissive. This man is not dominant in the slightest, he will if he finds like a submissive demon, he might TRY, but more often than not he's a pillow princess who curses and is loud.

He does love a power bottom though, ride him!

Probably uses such utter insane names in bed, he's NASTY, A FREAK, ROLL HIM INTO A BALL AND SLAP HIM AGAINST A WALL LIKE ONE OF THOSE STICKY HAND TOYS.

Sex for spells? Hot. Draw incantations on his chest and fuck him like it's a ritual.

JULIAN

Unlike Jean, Julian has less control over his powers so he absolutely lifts and throws objects with his mind if he's really into what's happening. His eyes glow green, the room is a lava lamp.

Because of his lack of hands, he uses his telekinesis for grabbing, psychic massages, and those psychic massages happen anywhere. Ever been fingers by someone's mind? He'll do it. Telekinesis sex is INTERESTING.

Julian loves chests, he's a boob man, whether it be women's or men's.

He has daddy/mommy issues, everyone who has followed me on his solo blog knows this. He's into it I fear.

Call him good boy to make his toes curl. He likes praise in general.

He might pretend to be someone casual, but in reality Julian might be one of my muses who gets attached the hardest? It makes it so his heart is easier broken, but he loves feeling a connection, he loves feeling loved and wanted on an intimate level.

Still enjoys casual sex, but the above is for those he's feeling HARD.

When he's with a man he's such a bottom. Fuck him and put him in his place lmao

KISS HIS STUMPS!! When he doesn't use the prosthetics after becoming comfortable with you, if you kiss where his hands used to be he's going to melt and the sex will be even better, I promise.

Women should always it on his face. ( And men lowkey ), but he loves performing oral.

If you're anti mutant you're not getting any. He's the most radical of my muses, humans more often annoy him than anything.

MARC

The three men all fuck differently, I'll need to do some #soulsearching to really find the differences, but I bet Marc fucks like the world is ending and his dog tags swing from around his neck.

Steven is the romantic one, candlelit tub time, roses and shit. He's a rich man with a desire for passion.

Jake is more of a mystery but he might just be a mixture of how Marc and Steven fuck, he's more of a casual / friends with benefits kind of guy though. Comes with his job as a cab driver.

Marc 100% fucks in the suit.

Do not call them by the wrong name. You will know who you're with based on their personalities, but it's an instant turn off if you get it wrong.

Marc is a daddy, I said what I said.

All of them eat women and men out like it's a meal and they are a starved victorian child F*UYDGHFUIO

PIOTR

He big, he will make that bed SLAM if he gets into it.

Despite the above, he is very careful. Piotr is a gentle man and will only get more rough with permission, but if someone wants it that way? He'll oblige.

He loves painting people when they are naked. It's not sexual at first, but if someone gets turned on by his skills and his gaze and his working artist hands then SO BE IT.

He's submissive by nature, but will absolutely be dominant if the mood call for it.

Same goes for being top/bottom, shorter men topping him?? A win.

Manhandling comes with the whole package, Piotr is strong, and he's just bigger than 90% of other people. But hey, if you just want to be picked up and banged?? He can do it.

The Steel form . . . might come out, but he's extremely reluctant. He never wants to hurt anyone, but if you ask for it, then it'll happen.

He's super about communication tbh, I'm noticing it as I write this down, he's just all about it and being a soft spoken king.

SURPRISE ANOTHER ORAL KING

He loves mapping lover's bodies with his mouth and hands

His pecs jiggle, grab them FUYDHFKJDHDH

His ass jiggles, grab it.

His (censored) -- I'm not finishing that

He likes sex in nature, in water, stuff like that. Anything that can give him artistic muse.

ZATANNA

MAGIC IN BED! But less freaky than John.

When you get her going and she starts speaking backwards you know you're doing a good job.

THE FISHNETS STAY ON

She dominates John Constantine, but in pretty much every other relationship she's a submissive queen.

Enjoys being tied up, enjoys giving herself over to another person and letting them take control since she always feels like she needs to be in control in other aspects of her life.

A romantic at heart, she loves inviting people to her giant bubble bath. Lots of sensual moments actually, she wants massages.

Bite her.

She also enjoys air sex, whether it's just her floating from her arousal or full on flying.

[astromechs]

rebelcaptain + 🤎?

HELLO, i needed softness, so here is some self-indulgent nonsense in my modern au verse (featuring [spoiler!]) from this list (still accepting); also on ao3!

Even if she’s largely had the freedom to make her own schedule for the past ten years or so, Jyn has never really seen a reason to stay in bed longer than absolutely necessary. Call it a habit, call it conditioning, maybe, but lazing around just hasn’t had appeal; she doesn’t sleep well at night, hasn’t since she was a child, so why would she want to waste several good hours of a morning in a place that she finds frustrating more than relaxing? Better not to prolong the inevitable, anyway.

No, she’s never really seen a reason — until now.

Now, as she stirs, warm and comfortable and with her muscles feeling like they’re made of liquid in a good way, as she shifts until she’s nose to nose with Cassian, she fucking gets it; this is a moment she thinks she’d live in forever, if she could, and certainly not in any rush to break it by putting feet to the floor. He’s still asleep, with his jaw relaxed and face free of lines. His hair’s falling over his eyes — which he’s been grumbling about lately, that it’s too long, it’s getting in the way, and it needs to be cut — and in the silence, without that commentary, she’s able to really take it in.

He’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen, in any way and in any light, but it’s what’s in front of her now, touched by the first rays of morning sun creeping in through the blinds of the bedroom window nearby, may be her favorite one of all.

After a time, Jyn reaches up, gently brushing the hair from his forehead with her thumb. That makes his eyes flutter open, and a smile settle on his mouth that sends warmth straight to her chest, that has her own mouth reflecting it in an instant. There isn’t much separating them, but it’s still too much, regardless; she pulls him in closer, pressing her mouth to his.

It’s a kiss, just one, that she intends to act on its own, something soft to ease him back into the land of the waking, but he has different plans — which she can’t say she minds in the slightest. One turns to two and then to more, turns to parting her lips under his and letting him in, turns to shifting onto her back and pulling his weight over her so he can kiss her into the mattress until their lungs burn.

His hand slides under her shirt, fingers trailing over her skin and sparking something to life in their wake; in return, her hand that hadn’t left his face finds its way into his hair, tugging until there’s a noise from the back of his throat muffled against her mouth. And —

By the time they break apart, they’re both breathing as hard as they would be if they were in the ring. Whatever cloud of post-sleep haze that had lingered is completely gone now.

So is the soft smile he’d had for her, replaced by the barest hints of a smirk that, combined with a glint in his eye that she’s come to know well, has her dragging her teeth over her bottom lip as an ache of want tugs at her core.

If she had the capacity, she might think that it’s almost embarrassing, how something so fucking small can have such an effect on her; that’s shit for teenagers, not for someone who’s nearing thirty.

But she doesn’t have any thoughts at all as his lips find the base of her jaw and then her throat, her eyes sliding closed. She’s not sure she remembers what having a thought is even like as his hand pushes her shirt up over her stomach, replacing any chill over now-exposed skin with a line of kisses that slowly drift further and further down.

She can only squirm, now, when what she wants is so close but also so far — which earns her a pause and a hand pressed gently, but firmly, to still her; he breathes out a quiet, amused huff, hot against her skin. It’s as if it’s all meant to say one thing: patience.

Bastard.

Even if she rolls her eyes under closed lids, she does comply nevertheless, exhaling a deep breath and willing her whole body, as best she can, to still, because he’ll never let any effort go unrewarded. True to form, finally, his thumb hooks over the waistband of her sleep shorts, and —

There’s a shift of the mattress under them, followed by a loud, near-bloodcurdling — mrowww. In an instant, they both freeze; in the next, she’s vaguely aware of Cassian’s warmth leaving her.

Jyn cracks one eye open, and then the other, to find herself meeting an intent, soul-piercing stare that only a cat can manage.

“Hey, Oscar,” she says, her voice still raspy from sleep, as she props up onto her elbows. “You hungry?”

It’s a stupid question, and Oscar clearly agrees, considering the way he tilts his head as he continues to stare into her eyes. Because of that, because what she’s getting from him seems nearly human, any annoyance she might’ve had at the interruption fades; she snorts, halfway to a laugh, and reaches to scratch him fondly behind the ears.

That doesn’t impress him, and — okay, she can take a hint; with an effort that’s still much slower than she’d like, thanks to her stupid fucking shoulder, she pushes herself up the rest of the way, sliding her legs over toward the edge of the bed and shifting to drop her feet to the floor.

Apparently satisfied by this, Oscar leaps from the bed and trots out of the bedroom doorway toward the hall that leads to the kitchen, his tail sticking straight up.

But before she makes the final move out of bed, there’s warmth, again, at her back that she sinks into. That she can’t help but turn to. One of Cassian’s hands reaches for hers, threading their fingers together; the motion is as soft as his voice when he asks, “To be continued?”

In lieu of an answer, she presses another kiss to his lips; it takes every ounce of willpower she has not to sink into that, too.

Well before she wants, she pulls back, slowly dragging her fingers against his as she breaks from his grip. “I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

His last whisper into her ear lingers over her long after she leaves the room. “I’m counting on it.”

[sweetcici-123]

Finding our Places

I wanted to share my favorite chapter so far of the story on here so that’s what this is. This is posted as chapter 13, the story does not need to be read chronologically as long as you understand the premise of it.

Jinx adopted a little girl (illegally/kinda kidnapped but nahhh) and got caught by Vi and Caitlyn who then legally adopted her and live with her, Jinx visits or takes her out often whenever she doesn’t have class and even keeps her on the weekends unless they make different plans ahead of time.

Baby’s First Picture

“Hey kiddo come here!” Vi called Lilith over with a smile, watching as the 6-year-old came into the living room with Jinx trailing behind her as she expected.

“Yes?” She asked and the woman only patted the spot on the couch next to her. At this point, Lilith never really fussed about being around them anymore, and lately, she even seemed to want to spend time with Vi and Caitlyn and the two women couldn’t have felt more proud.

When Lilith sat down Jinx went behind the couch and just leaned on the back of it to see over their shoulders at whatever Vi had to show her daughter. The older sister smiled at the lack of sarcasm since they both came into the room and pulled out her phone.

“I wanted to show you both the picture I took at the amusement park, I think it’s a really good one!”

“I agree,” Caitlyn added from right next to her with a grin and they both watched as Jinx rolled her eyes with a chuckle, and they expected the same reaction from their daughter but to their surprise, she only furrowed her eyebrows and looked at them confused.

“What’s a picture?” She asked slowly and the three of them blinked at her a few times before Caitlyn spoke up.

“Well, a picture is kinda like a really good drawing that shows a moment that you want to remember for a very long time. But it’s instant and it doesn’t take any time to see it afterward.” The explanation seemed to be enough for their daughter who just nodded and then looked back at Vi expectantly.

Vi had a small smile as she pulled the picture up on her phone and then passed it to Lilith. It was the moment at the food stand right after Caitlyn had kissed Vi’s cheek and Lilith had pretended to be sick, so of course Jinx had decided to bring her daughter into her arms and attack her with kisses and light tickles. Cait was looking over at the two of them with a laugh clear on her face and Vi was grinning up at the camera as she took the picture.

Lilith’s eyes go wide as she looks at the picture. She looks between it and each of her family members with the same shocked expression. None of them knew what was going through her little head but when they saw her bottom lip quiver it quickly sent them into panic mode.

“Lili-“

“We look really happy.” She starts slowly, and one by one, each of the adults gradually un-tense themselves and let the girl continue. “L-like a real family. I love it so much.” Her little voice cracked at the last second and Jinx didn’t hesitate to go around the couch and pick her daughter up to sit on her lap and pull her into a hug. Lilith quickly burrowed herself into her mama’s arms and Jinx looked at the other two with a soft look. Vi smiled while Caitlyn felt herself swallow quickly but she didn’t give herself a moment to overthink it as they both joined the hug easily.

The 6-year-old only lasted a few seconds before she started crying lightly. Nobody else said anything as she cried but they all held her and gave comforting back rubs and pats. Eventually, they started to pull away and Lilith was left sitting on Jinx’s lap and gave a few small sniffles.

“Thank you for taking me in, mama.” Jinx opened her mouth but felt her chest squeeze and so she took her daughter’s hand and held it tightly and looked at the girl with all the affection she could muster up.

“Of course my little rogue.” Lilith laid her head on her mother’s chest so she was facing the other two women.

“Thank you for adopting me.” Caitlyn’s eyes teared up a bit but she quickly wiped them as Vi cleared her throat to keep her voice from cracking as she responded.

“Of course kiddo.”

“Yes, of course, we love you.”

Jinx felt herself stiffen for a moment, as she looked at Caitlyn in surprise, none of them had exactly used the word before. Obviously, she loved her daughter but she never wanted to pressure her into feeling like she had to respond. But then Lilith pulled away slightly from her and nodded.

“I love you too.” Vi and Cait stared at her in awe and this time when Caitlyn felt her tears she didn’t wipe them, they were just streaking down her face. Vi looked as if she had a bunch of emotions welling up but she didn’t want to overwhelm their daughter so she just covered her face with both hands. At that, their daughter turned back to Jinx who was looking at her with a slack jaw but she didn’t care and wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck to bury her face in her neck.

“I love you so much mama.”

Is this what dying felt like? Hearing those words from her daughter filled her with so many feelings that she didn’t know how to contain. Growing up emotionally stunted didn’t prepare her for this warmth and care and she wasn’t sure what she should do, or how she should react. Her throat grew tight as she pulled her daughter as close as possible in a hug.

“I love you too.” It came out as a bit of a croak because of how tight her throat felt but she made sure to get the words out either way. They stayed like that, each of them enjoying the comfort of just being together and while the three adults looked a wreck they all were practically glowing.

Eventually, Jinx stood up with her daughter in her arms hanging there loosely. “I’m gonna go put her to bed.” After they bith gave a nod the couple started whispering among themselves as Jinx headed upstairs to her kid’s room. She slowly pushed the door open and walked over to her bed, gently placing Lilith under the covers and carefully tucking her in (which was easy since she never made her bed anyway, despite Caitlyn’s scoldings. She couldn’t be more proud of that fact.) Before pulling away completely she leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead and she couldn’t help but watch her for a few seconds.

A small memory of Vi doing the same to her when they were kids came to mind. A different time that felt like it was forever ago, it felt like it happened to a different person, someone who wasn’t her, but it was. That was something she was slowly coming to terms with as she allowed herself to get close to Vi again, and accidentally started to tolerate Caitlyn more than she originally wanted to. That Powder was still her, that she wasn’t unlovable, that there are people in her life who genuinely care and want the best for her despite everything she had done and how she pushed people away and hurt them. And even that accepting help didn’t make her weak. Sometimes it’s necessary… and looking down at her daughter, the one who kickstarted all of these thoughts and feelings, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the help she got. Lilith was happy and loved. And she wasn’t just settling or just accepting everything happening around her anymore which Jinx can honestly understand now the difference.

When they lived in her apartment Lilith was content with almost anything Jinx did or said. She rarely fussed or asked for anything, but it’s not like Jinx could’ve given her much by herself in the first place. But since moving in with Caitlyn and Vi that changed. She complained and was fussy, she made it clear when she didn’t like something happening to or around her, and she even felt okay asking for things she wanted in general which was the biggest change. Jinx tried to help her do that when they were together but she could count on her hands how many times Lilith actually asked for something. And most of those things were food related. But Vi and Caitlyn were able to show her that she could ask for things and encouraged her to do so so easily. Jinx had at first felt jealous and insecure about it, but it was a sign of Lilith growing so she couldn’t stay mad for long.

Jinx let out a soft sigh and tapped her daughter’s nose lightly, “boop.” Which led to her lightly chuckling as she finally left the room. She knew this was probably only going to be a short nap because it was still way too early in the day for the 6-year-old to go to bed, but she understood that all those emotions definitely tuckered the kid out.

As she traveled back downstairs she saw the couple still talking and walked back over. “What’s up?” She asked simply.

“We were thinking of printing out the photo for Lilith.” Vi easily told her and Jinx lit up at that, her eyes wandering to the phone as a smile took over her face.

“She would love that.” The other two nodded in agreement before Caitlyn added, “And I was thinking if we printed out multiple then we could all have one as well.”

Jinx rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet happily and this time she nodded in agreement. “Absolutely, though there’s no way I don’t get at least 10 copies.”

She said it as a fact and both of them rolled their eyes knowing Jinx was telling them to make sure she got at least 10 copies because she wasn’t going to print it out or offer to pay. After a second Vi chuckled and finally put her phone away. “Sure why not.”

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You can read the other chapters here

[bitacrytic]

I think why it is so difficult for me to let go of kp is because this truly is my first and last bl. Idk if you remember me, but you used to get a lot of anons on the seedier side of bl industry. That was me. I tried to give bl a chance many many years ago, but certain tropes didn't really sit comfortable with me. Now you might say well the relationships in kp aren't healthy either ( and I am a vp shipper😅) but I felt there was something here that was missing from all those years earlier, and I fell so deeply into the brainrot. And now it is gone and I don't have anything else ( I mean I am sure the other queer love stories are made with just as much care but still...). Nothing.

Anon, I feel you, 100%. Long time no see.

As someone who spent years deconstructing my love for M&Bs, it is so ironic that some of my favorite bls are Tharntype and Kinnporsche.

To me, I fell in love with Kinnporsche for two reasons.

It was very obvious about its bad behavior. The first thing I saw n the trailer was the main character coming out to SMOKE!!!! and then he fell in love with his rude boss... and then his boss was parading other partners in front of him. Not to mention the hinting at the sexual torture. I was sold. I was ready for a show that wasn't going to pretend to be about fun and love, all the while parading toxic behaviors as good behavior.

I was sold on Porsche being a bad ass. This was something Type from Tharntype gave me a bit of, but I was upset with him sometimes because he was the abuser. I was happy to see the "bottom" character being given a backbone because too many times those characters are made spineless. But that trailer with Porsche gave me hope.

I went in to Kinnporsche expecting these two things and yes, I will admit that they let me down because Porsche became a little spineless and the show tried to portray Kinn's fuckery as good behavior.

But the beauty of it all was that while I didn't get exactly what I wanted, I got other things. I got intruige. I got action sequences in a bl. I got shenanigans. And best of all, I didn't have to spend 90% of the time staring at school uniforms. I cannot explain how much the adultness of this story appeals to me. I love that they weren't children. At least, they tried to make us forget that Porsche, Jom and Tem were in school but that was so fine by me.

And best of all, KINNPORSCHE KILLED EVERY SINGLE SEXUAL SCENE. The kisses, the sex, the handjobs. Oh Lord. they did it better than everyone who came before and anyone who has come after. Even down to that crying scene in the bar where that silly bartender strolled out and ruined the vegaspete moment, anyone can admit that we were hoping for some wall action. And if they'd done it, the show would have killed it.

Right now, I'm judging western sex scenes using Kinnporsche as my metric. Anything less is cringe, as far as I'm concerned.

So yes, Anon. I understand completely. other bls are trying their best to live up to the legacy of Kinnporsche, but to me, they're not succeeding. I've found some nice ones with good acting/storytelling, but... it's just not it. At least not yet.

I'm waiting with crossed fingers to see if BOC can replicate that magic or if Kinnporsce was a fluke. GMMTV and the others have been pretty consistent but BOC doesn't have a record to track so I want to wait. If another show comes out, I will give it a chance. I'm praying for Man Suang to quench this thirst in my spirit.

Honestly, in my head, I doubt that anything can top Kinnporsche right now. Especially with the cast separating and doing different things. I loved them all together. I got so used to seeing them all as a unit that it's going to be hard to watch something with one or to people. But I will try because I need my fix.

Like I said, my fingers are crossed TIGHT!

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 22

▪ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Size Kink

▪ Genre: Smut

▪ Word Count: 2k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Hyunjin, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, teasing, build up, size kink, unprotected sex, a single mention of biting, creampie

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Warm Ivory, Taupe, and Sherbet Orange <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

The setting sun gently bathes your home in warm hues, pouring in through each windowpane to embrace every surface it can reach.

You quietly stand in your living room, resting back against the arm of your couch as you watch different colors blossom in the cloud-filled sky. It's oddly peaceful watching the sun set, no matter how long you get to witness it for. Some days, you watch the sun set from the moment the sun rays start to dim until the sky grows dark; other days you only catch the sunset at its prettiest, most vibrant state, and sometimes you reluctantly miss it altogether.

Over time, you've made it a habit to use this time to reset and regroup; especially if you've had a rough day. You let all your thoughts from the day carefully fade from your mind as you slowly wind down. Normally, this works like a charm and you're easily able to spend the rest of your night with a clear, calm mind, but tonight, your body works against you and your mind can't seem to shake the need for your boyfriend.

This need only grows when you finally make your way into your room to see Hyunjin laying comfortably in your shared bed, his phone in hand as he watches the drama he's been binging for the past few days.

This sight is far from rare, and normally you quietly greet him, going about your tasks before leaving him in his peace. Sometimes he pats the open space next to him, inviting you to watch with him as he tucks you safely into his side. It's one of your favorite ways to spend time with Hyunjin and its become something you find yourself looking forward to. This time, however, you find yourself mindlessly moving towards him, your eyes locked on the open space in his lap as you slowly climb onto the bed.

Hyunjin briefly glances at you, catching your eyes in their lust-filled gaze as he lightly smirks, an action that your brain barely registers as you gently grab both his wrists. You hold onto his wrists to help keep you balanced as you throw a leg over his waist, settling into his lap a second later. You then simply push his hands upward, careful not to knock his phone out of his hands as you make enough space to rest against his chest.

Hyunjin feels his heart melt in his chest when you nuzzle into him, enjoying the physical contact as you bury your face in his neck. One of his hands comes to rest on your back, soothingly rubbing at the expanse as he presses a kiss to your head.

"Hi, angel." He quietly whispers out to you, hearing a deep breath leave your lips as you relax into him.

"Hi, Jinnie." You answer just as quietly, fighting the urge to roll your hips against his as the burning need between your thighs turns into gentle throbbing.

Hyunjin tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the groans that bubble in the back of his throat when he feels you pulse against him. This doesn't get any easier to ignore when he takes notice of how tiny you look on top of him. The size difference between you two never goes unnoticed to either of you; whether it's during mundane everyday tasks, or whenever you two are intimate, and it makes both of your heads spin every single time.

"What do you need, baby?" He softly asks you as if he can't feel what you need, and he feels you shake your head in response, not trusting your voice to answer him verbally.

You can feel Hyunjin's length slowly harden beneath you, and with how you're positioned on Hyunjin's lap, it presses right against your clit. You almost moan at that feeling alone, the throbbing between your thighs almost painful now as you involuntarily squirm in Hyunjin's lap.

Hyunjin's eyes squeeze shut, his breathing slowly growing uneven as his hand that's still resting on your back wraps tightly around your torso. Even in his current state, Hyunjin still finds it within himself to drag this out and tease you. So, he redirects his focus back to his drama. Maybe he'll give in and give you what he knows you need, or maybe he'll let you take what you need instead.

Within seconds you cave, your hips rolling against his with as much force as you can manage, and the action has loud moans tearing from both your throats. Hyunjin loosens his grip around you just enough to not restrict your movements as he lets his hand snake underneath the fabric of your oversized shirt.

He can feel your arousal soaking through the fabric of his sweatpants, and he has to fight the urge to throw his phone across the room so he can rip your clothes off. Your soft moans spill endlessly into his ear, and with your head still nuzzled into his neck, it gets increasingly difficult for Hyunjin to stick to his little plan.

He lets his eyes close again, taking a deep breath as your desperate grinds turn into needy bounces. He somehow manages to calm his mind slightly; his body still reacting to your every sound and move as you sit up in his lap. Your hips still and when you look down at him, he returns your gaze with the same smirk from before, seemingly calm and collected as you hurriedly pull your shirt over your head.

You lift yourself to your knees, taking in the sight of the wet patch on Hyunjin's sweatpants from your arousal before you hook your fingers into the waistband. You pull them down until his length springs free, lightly smacking against his abdomen before it stands tall for you.

You look at Hyunjin again, his head turned to the side as he watches his drama, his smirk still etched into his features as he lets you do as you please. You pay his antics no mind, his teasing intentions barely processing in your brain as you gently grip the base of his cock. You hear a light hiss leave Hyunjin's lips and you watch his chest rise and fall rapidly when you run his tip through your folds.

You hurriedly press his tip into your hole, letting the head of his cock push past your entrance as you slowly sink down on him. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head, your jaw going slack as you take all of him. Hyunjin has his bottom lip between his teeth again, his eyes shut tight as his free hand grips at your hip, guiding you further down his length until he bottoms out.

You stay still with him fully sheathed inside you for a minute, your walls pulsing around him as he throbs inside you. You can't help the whine that leaves you at your boyfriend's lack of participation, and he only kneads at your hip to reassure you that he's there.

"You're so big, Jinnie." You whimper out, not only referring to how full you feel with him all the way inside you, but how big his hand feels underneath your significantly smaller one when you rest it on top of where he's kneading at your skin.

You feel him twitch inside you at your words. You know how much he gets off on being bigger than you, and it takes everything in him not to zero in on the fact you look half his size from where he's looking up at you.

This is just as difficult for him as it is for you, and for a second, he questions if dragging this out is really worth it. He struggles to pay any kind of attention to his drama, each word jumbling together and inevitably sounding like gibberish as he struggles to even keep ahold of his phone.

Through the clouds of need in your mind, you briefly notice Hyunjin's composer slipping, and that's all it takes for you to realize that he's doing this on purpose. Without another second, you raise your hips enough for just his tip to be nestled inside you before you drop your hips to meet his. The second time you repeat this action, Hyunjin lets his phone drop from his hand, his drama long forgotten as both of his hands now grip at your hips.

He helps you bounce on his cock, the rhythm messy and inconsistent as you both act on pure need, constantly trying to get more of the other. Echoes of your skin repeatedly connecting with Hyunjin's sounds through your room as you ride him, the desperate need to cum overwhelming the burning in your thighs as you set a slow, rough pace.

You press your hands against Hyunjin's chest for support, endless moans and whimpers accompany the sound of your hips connecting with Hyunjin's as you continue to ride him. Eventually, the burn in your thighs becomes too much, your hips faltering slightly. Hyunjin notices this immediately and wastes no time in pulling you back into his chest, wrapping both his arms around you as he plants both of his feet on the bed. He thrusts up into you, matching the pace you had seconds prior as you mewl into his neck.

"You feel so good, baby." He moans out, feeling you clench around him as he gently nips at your shoulder. "Why'd you wait so long to come and put me inside you, angel?"

The moan that leaves your lips in response to his words is nothing short of pornographic, your eyes rolling back as you clench around him. If your walls clamping down on his length didn't rip the air from his lungs, Hyunjin would've smirked in response. Nothing inflates his ego more than being able to see and feel the effect his words have on you.

"Answer me, baby." Hyunjin groans out, his voice coming off as stern purely due to his labored breathing.

"I dunno-" you quickly answer, your words getting cut off by a loud moan when Hyunjin manages to sink deeper inside you.

Your eyes roll back when his tip nudges against that gummy spot deep inside you, your teeth sinking into his shoulder a second later as he makes a point to hit that same spot with every thrust of his hips.

"Yea? Right there, angel?" He asks you breathlessly, knowing the closest thing to a verbal response he's gonna get is a choked sob. "You gonna cum for me?"

You only nod in response, your moans getting caught in your throat as you approach your high at lighting speed. You desperately cling to Hyunjin as your walls start to tighten around his length, your high seconds away from washing over you.

"I know you're close, baby. Fuck, can feel you tightening around me." Hyunjin moans out, feeling your nails dig into his biceps. "Cum for me, angel, please."

That's all it takes for you to tumble over the edge, screams of pleasure tearing from your throat as your vision goes black. You shake on top of Hyunjin as you cream around his cock, the feeling of his bare length dragging against your velvety walls only heightens the intensity and pleasure as he fucks you through your orgasm. A few seconds later, you feel Hyunjin bury his length inside you to the hilt, holding you securely against him as he cums inside you, stuffing you full.

Your walls continue to pulse around him, milking him dry as you collapse against him. The sounds of loud moans and breathless whines die down, being replaced by desperate gasps and labored breaths as Hyunjin presses kisses to whatever part of you he can reach.

Eventually, your breathing evens out and your heart rates slow, and a comfortable silence settles between you two. It's gotten dark now, all the warm hues from earlier tucked away in darkness as another day comes to an end.

You lazily smile up at Hyunjin, his warm, content smile in return being the last thing you see before you drift off to sleep. Hyunjin holds you close, basking in the afterglow as he makes a mental note to not drag things out so long next time just because he enjoys seeing you needy and desperate for him.

Then again, how can he resist when the outcome and aftermath is always worth it?

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Love writing Jinnie as a teasing little shit because he loves seeing you a needy mess for him, purely because...that's exactly how he actually is. Trust me, I feel it in my bones.

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<< Request >> "If you take requests for one shots could I please give one ? Soo the good ol’ trope where Harry and you are best friends but he thinks he likes someone else so he asks you to fake date him to make the other person jealous but during the process he realises that he loves you and happy ending . I’d be thrilled if you do write something for this but it not that’s totally cool too thanks anyways and have a great day 😍" - ANON

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Summary: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.

A/N: This is my first fake dating trope fic. Hopefully it came out good.

Warnings: some explicit language, alcohol consumption, jealousy, arguments, fingering, hand/blow job

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"I think this might literally be the dumbest idea you've ever had, H!" You laugh, grabbing a french fry from the plate sitting on the couch between you and Harry. You look over to find his arms crossed over his chest and a pout formed from his bottom lip. That adorable pout, with his pretty pink lips, that always seems to work on you despite your attempts to stand your ground.

"It's gonna work…" He grumbles, taking the plate of fries and moving them to the other side of him, just out of your reach.

"Seriously? You want me to pretend to be your date to a house party, so Chloe will get jealous and want to go out with you?" You laugh again in disbelief and lean over him in an attempt to reclaim your favorite comfort food. "That's seriously so dumb!"

"But it's a party. It'll be fun either way." He attempts to convince you.

"Full of people I don't know. I'd rather eat chalk." You respond, giving him a sarcastic glare, aware that your stubbornness will begin to crack any moment. Especially with his sultry dark scent currently floating around you.

"Come on… we're best friends… if you do me this favor, I'll… buy you something nice!"

"Harry, your idea of a nice gift is fuzzy socks. That's not really enticing." You giggle, reaching further across his lap, stretching your hand out as far as it will go but failing immensely.

"No, this'll be good. Promise. Plus you wear those socks all the time." He affirms, in that low, deep voice that causes a subtle shiver down your spine every time he uses it.

You and Harry have been best friends for years. Since right before 9th grade, in fact. You had moved in next door as the last school year ended, and quickly clicked with each other before it started up again. Since then, you two have been inseparable. At first, everyone thought you liked each other, but you both were quick to dispel those rumors. You didn't. You were just really good friends. But the older you got, and the more Harry denied it, the more bothered by it you became. He was everything to you. You trusted him, you felt safe with him, you had fun with him. You liked him. You loved him. Was it such a crazy idea that you two could be together? To you, the answer was always yes. He is very charming, and of course, very good looking. Every girl around swooned if he even looked their way, and melted away if he uttered the simplest "hello". He could be with any girl he wanted, and you were just you. Just his best friend. That's all you'd ever be to him, so that's what you'd settle for.

"Fine." You sigh, knowing that even if it hurts you, unfortunately you love him too much to say no. "I can do that. But I better get this gift even when this plan fails."

"If it fails. And it won't." He assures you, an annoying confidence beaming from his chest.

"Whatever." You reply, internally kicking yourself for being such a sap for him. He reaches around the back of your head and pulls it close to place a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you, babe." He replies, handing you back the plate you ended up forgetting about completely when his lips touched you. You love that nickname, but you hate it too, because you hate every girl who has heard it in the way you wish he meant it with you.

"Yeah, well, what are best friends for…"

×××

Nerves suddenly flood your brain as you walk up to the front door with Harry. Not only do you have to put on this little "girlfriend" charade with the guy you wish was your own, but you are worried you won't really know anyone inside, making an already awkward situation even more uncomfortable. He only mentioned Chloe being in attendance, because of course she is the only one he cares about being there. You know who she is, you have mutual friends of friends, and have been at the same hangouts or parties a time or two. You always thought she was a bit vain, and a big flirt with every guy who gave her the time of day, but she has clearly made an impression on Harry due to the fact that you're walking through the front door with a plan to make her jealous for him.

Harry immediately wraps his arm around your waist and you swear your knees could go weak at the gesture. You look up to where he stands next to you, watching him give you a quick wink, thankful that the lights are dim and covering up the blush rushing to your cheeks.

"Harry! What's up?" You hear, turning your attention further inside the house.

"Hey, love." He responds, giving a quick hug to Layla, a friendly face you are grateful to see. The three of you met this year, your junior year of college, all bonding over moving from small towns to this big, state university. You don't know her well, but at least you know someone. "Hey, YN! Welcome! I'm so happy you're here!"

"This is your party? This house is… wow!" You exclaim, your eyes wide as you look around the giant living room that makes your off-campus studio apartment look like a small cardboard box.

"Thanks! It's my parents, but they're never home, so I make good use of it." She shrugs with a smile. "Now, the drinks are in the kitchen, and everyone seems to have congregated in the living room. It's where the music is! So, have fun!"

She giggles and swiftly twirls around, waving as she finds more people to greet.

"Alright, girlfriend… drinks first?" Harry asks, chuckling as his palm leaves your waist and grabs your hand. This would be the sweetest little gesture if it actually meant anything real to him.

"Definitely. I'm definitely going to need one." You respond, letting him lead the way through a small crowd of people.

"Is it that difficult to even just pretend to love me?" He laughs, and you roll your eyes. It's the best motion you can think of to counteract every muscle in your body that wants to show him the exact opposite.

"Easy there with the love stuff… boyfriend… this is supposed to be a new relationship, right?" You remind him, and yourself.

"Right." He replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He's easy to love, but this won't be easy to get through. He lets go of your hand and pours you a drink. "Let's mingle, really sell our story, yeah?"

You exhale heavily and nod, getting that firm reminder of the reason you two are really here, and that Chloe is actually the one he wants.

You take a gulp of your drink, grabbing his hand as he leads you to a small group of people you've met once or twice before.

"I didn't know you two were together." Someone politely states, causing Harry to squeeze your hand as a signal to really start up this charade.

"Yeah, s'kinda new." Harry shrugs and looks over to you with those sparkling green eyes you wish you could dive into. "But we've been best friends forever, so it was bound to happen."

Ouch. What a cruel thing to say, if he actually knew how true that could be for the two of you. If he actually felt the same as you.

But this is just a performance. For him. And since you genuinely feel the way he wants you to pretend that you do, you figure it will be easy to play along. So you will.

"Yep! He finally realized what he was missing out on." You smile as you turn your head to the group, your attention almost taken back by the way Harry clears his throat.

"I knew it would happen eventually! You're super cute together!" Layla exclaims, looking between the both of you with a tipsy smile. "And YN, you look fucking hot tonight, girl!"

You let out a laugh of disbelief. Your outfit is nothing special, even if you do feel good in it. Harry's hand wraps back around your waist and he squeezes your side.

"Yes she does." He agrees, looking over to you with a mischievous smirk. Those damn dimples could make any girl feel wanted. And, unfortunately, it does the same with you.

You shake your head and take another large sip of your drink, hoping the alcohol can kick in soon and get you out of your thoughts. You want to relax. You need to relax. You need to get through this night.

As the group disperses, you feel Harry pull you in tighter towards him, resting his forehead on your temple as he brings his mouth to your ear. Every hair in your body stands up immediately.

"You do look really good, babe." He states, causing your heart to flutter. As much as you know he doesn't mean it in the way you want him to, hearing those words causes your teeth to bite down on your bottom lip.

"Okay, hot shot, don't waste a compliment if people aren't around." You reply, trying to keep your composure and not completely melt at the whisper of words that just flowed out from him.

"M'serious." He sternly replies, causing you to turn towards him and be met with a frown. If he was truly yours, you'd run your thumb over to smooth it out and keep him calm.

Your eyes flicker down to his, then back up to the tension between his eyebrows. You're not truly his, but you're pretending to be, and this is your opportunity. You bring your thumb up to the line, slowly running it over and seeing him instantly relax under your touch.

"Thank you." You state, staring into his eyes for a moment before quickly bringing it down and patting his chest to push him back.

He gives you a wink and grabs your hand, pulling you to yet another small group of people, wrapping his arm around you in some way or another, and frequently placing sweet kisses on your cheeks, probably not wanting to do much more and cross the line. You weren't going to complain. You could enjoy this. You could definitely enjoy this.

×××

"Hello ladies." You hear that sultry British accent state, as Harry sits down beside you at the campus cafe.

"Harry. Please tell YN that she should come to the club this weekend with me and Seth!" Your friend Eva exclaims, causing you to roll your eyes. You don't mind parties, especially if you know people, but clubs are something different. Most of the time you avoid those situations and hang out with Harry instead. You find that to be a much better way to spend your time.

"Ummm… I was actually hoping she'd go to a party with me…" He replies, turning his attention to you.

"Again?" Your brow furrows in confusion, and Harry's eyes dart between you and Eva. She begins to look between you and Harry, rolling her eyes as he keeps a tight lip around whatever it is he wants to say next.

"I'm not giving up." She points at you as she stands up, grabbing her stuff and walking away.

You chuckle as she heads out and then glance back at Harry.

"So…"

"My plan didn't work." He states.

"I'm absolutely shocked!" You reply sarcastically and dramatically, throwing your palm against your chest.

"Shut up." He glares at you, returning his expression by sticking your tongue between your teeth. "But if we go to this party-"

"Seriously, H? Come on." You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head slightly at his desperation. Why does he have to be longing for Chloe's attention? You'd give it all and then some, for real, if he wanted it.

"Please, babe! Pleeeease?" He scoots closer with a pout on his lips, and you hate that he knows that this tactic works well on you.

You sigh, in what is most likely defeat. You want to say no. You want to be selfish. You want him to give up on this plan and have him all to yourself.

"I'll give you a really, really nice gift…"

"I can't believe you're bribing me. And I can't believe it's working."

"Yeah? It's working?" He grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself closer for a hug. He looks up and you can see out of the corner of your eye that he is batting his lashes in fake innocence.

"Fine. I can do that. But no more help if this doesn't work out." You state, hoping that it won't. Really hoping that it won't. Even if he doesn't feel the same for you, at least you can keep your best friend around.

×××

The days leading up to the next party were the same. Almost the same. Harry met you every day with a coffee, walked you to most of your classes, and hung out with you at lunch each day, as always. The thing that changed was all the little kisses on your hands, cheeks, and temple. The wrapping of his arm securely around your waist and the occasional squeeze on your hip when his hand dropped down slightly. The way he surprised you by grabbing your arms from behind, and mumbling "hey babe" into your ear. It was only a week, but it was the best week.

However, it was all just for show, and it was going to end tonight.

As you get out of Harry's car, you instinctively place your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he leads you to the front door.

You're less nervous about this party, because it is once again at Layla's house, and at least you know the place, so maybe you'll also know some of the people this time. Plus you have Harry by your side. So as soon as you walk in, you both make your way to the kitchen for a drink, and he walks behind you, holding your hip, while you move over to where the rest of the crowd has gathered.

His palm rests on your shoulder and begins to stroke it back and forth. A warmth rushes over you at his touch. His now familiar, yet still exciting touch. You look up at him, being met by those deep, inviting dimples, and a seductive smirk. Your breath halts for a moment, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

He leans his head down and rests his chin on your shoulder, causing a subtle hitch of your breath. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he didn't hear your embarrassing reaction.

"We're pretty good at this boyfriend-girlfriend shit, yeah?" He asks in a low mumble, not helping the rumble of butterflies in your stomach.

If he only knew you weren't pretending. You could just tell him you aren't. But you actually can't. You'd ruin his plan, and most likely your friendship. You don't want to lose him, even if you can't fully have him.

"I'm a great actress!"

"Yeah." He replies, standing up straighter and releasing his hand from you. "M'gonna get another drink. Want one?"

"Sure." You reply, downing what is currently left in your cup.

"I'll be right back." He states, walking towards the kitchen and leaving you to stand alone in the corner of the living room. You pull out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the awkwardness of being by yourself, waiting for Harry to soon return.

×××

You don't realize, until you look at the time on your screen, that you have been standing there in the dim corner for twenty minutes.

You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen to retrieve the drink that Harry has clearly forgotten to bring you.

You turn the corner and glance around, stopping in your tracks when you find your best friend, leaning against the refrigerator, chatting with the woman sitting opposite him on top of the counter. Of course, it's none other than Chloe.

Your heart tightens. This was the plan. This is what he wanted. And he ended up being right, because clearly it worked out in his favor.

You slyly make your way to the other end of the kitchen and pour yourself a generous amount of tequila into a cup, finding the best thing available to mix it with before chugging half of the cup and refilling it to the top.

If he gets to have his fun now, you might as well try to do the same.

You put your head down and make your way back out into the living room, bumping into a tall presence before reaching your destination.

"Sorry! Shit! Sorry!" You exclaim, wiping the small bit of drink from your top, and looking up to find a wide smile and even wider eyes.

"I bumped into you, YN, it's all good." The guy replies, causing you to squint your eyes at the confusion of how he knows your name. He chuckles as he notices your expression. "Trevor. We had English 1A together last year."

"Oh my god. Yeah! Hey!" You blurt out, smacking your palm against your forehead in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"Like I said, it's all good." He chuckles, placing his palm on your shoulder. "Are you okay though? You seem a little… frazzled."

"Frazzled?" You giggle at the word, then sigh at the realization that his observation was probably pretty accurate. "I think I just need to sit down."

"Follow me, the comfiest couch is this way." He states, motioning for you to follow him as you both make your way to the other side of the large living room. You find the giant sofa and plop down on it next to him. There is a lot of space, but you don't shy away from sitting close.

"Better?" He asks, resting his arm on the back.

"Much! Thank you."

"So, would you like me to ask you what's going on, or distract you with my incredible array of celebrity impressions?"

You bring your legs up onto the seat, pulling your knees to your chest and taking another sip of the liquid concoction that now seems less intense than before.

"Ooh, impressions, please." You reply excitedly. This is something you can distract yourself with. He is somebody you can distract yourself with. At least for tonight.

"Okay, get ready. You're going to be amazed!"

×××

The night moves on as you continue to talk to Trevor, feeling a lot lighter than you had at the beginning of the night, even if your body is full of tequila.

"Have you had the barbeque chicken at that place down the street from campus?"

"No, but now I think I definitely have to." You giggle, not for the first time with him. The more drink that enters your body, the more you relax, and apparently the flirtier you get.

"Maybe we can go someti-"

"YN! I've been looking all over for you!" Harry exclaims, doing his best to hide the frustration only you can tell that he is withholding.

"Clearly not hard enough." You mumble under your breath as you roll your eyes at him.

"Can you come with me, babe?" He asks through a forced smile, his hand subtly balling into a fist at his side.

"Actually… babe... Trevor and I were just talking about a barbeque place I want to try." You snarl, pointing to the man seated beside you, wishing you could manage to ease the intense confusion plastered all over Trevor's face.

"It's all good." Trevor states suddenly, standing up and giving you a small smile. "Maybe we can chat later."

He gives you a thumbs up, which you assume is to ask you if you're all good, and you nod. He turns to walk away and you watch Harry's eyes follow him until he is out of sight.

"Come on. Please." He utters as he reaches his hand out to you, reluctantly being met with yours as you glare up to him.

He pulls you hastily through the crowds of people, simply nodding as some of them attempt to get his attention, and finally stops at the end of the long downstairs hallway.

He spins you around, your back resting against the wall, and his palms on either side of your head.

"Harry, what the hell is your problem? What was all that?"

"Me?" He growls, his chest rising and falling quickly as he looks around, his eyes resting back on yours with a great deal of intensity. "You're just sitting there, flirting with that fucking guy, when we are supposed to be together…"

"Are you serious? Are you actually serious right now?" You question, feeling the breath being drawn out of you the longer he stares. "I served my purpose, and now I'm having fun."

"Served your what?"

"My purpose! I was only here to tell you to make Chloe jealous right?" You sigh when your chest tightens, hating every bit of your statement. Also angry that he can't seem to let you have any fun of your own. "And you seemed to have gotten what you wanted. You definitely had her attention in the kitchen."

"No. I mean, yeah, we were in there talking-"

Suddenly, you're interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open, seeing Trevor step out and glance in your direction. Harry immediately grabs the back of your neck, pushing his lips against yours with more pressure than you thought would be needed to sell the moment. You hear footsteps become more distant and you push on Harry's chest in an attempt to move him back.

"What's wrong with you? He's not the one we needed to make jealous, you idiot!"

Harry's breathing becomes shallow as his green eyes pierce into yours, flickering down to your lips before rejoining your gaze.

"Kiss me again." He whispers.

Your eyes widen in shock and your head quickly swivels back and forth to search for anyone nearby. There's no one around. There's not even anyone to make jealous anymore since he has the one he wants.

"Why do we-"

"Just… kiss me again."

You are about to give some sort of rebuttal when his warm palms meet your cheeks, coating them in a heat that could burn handprints into your skin. He steps closer, your back now completely flush against the wall as his body presses into you. His lips quickly find synchronicity with yours, and you begin to melt. Your palms grab onto his shirt, desperately wanting to claw at the tattoos on his chest. His tongue parts your lips and you move to bite his lower lip, causing him to reach one hand down and squeeze your hip. Your fingers intertwined with his hair. His palm slowly moves its way up to your waist. You subtly push your hips towards his and let out a small whimper.

Then everything stops.

"Harry, why-"

"Fuck. I shouldn't… m'sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He fumbles, taking a step back and running his ring-clad fingers through the curls that yours were just tangled in.

"It's…" You begin to state, completely stunned by what just happened. By the way he just touched you, and kissed you, and held you tight. By the way it seemed to have been about something more than a stupid plan about someone else. By the way he suddenly halted it all. "It's okay, H."

"I'm… you're… we're too drunk for this. I think I just got… caught up in the moment…" He mumbles, refusing to look into your eyes and fixating his down to the floor.

"Oh. Ummm, okay. It's okay." You reply, suddenly feeling so embarrassed and so vulnerable.

"You were right. This was a dumb idea. It… it was a mistake."

Your stomach turns into knots.

"Harry…"

"We're friends. That shouldn't have happened."

The knot instantly grows tighter and your heart begins to sink.

"Like you said, I… I got Chloe's attention, so you're off the hook. You can go… be with that Trevor guy if you want."

Every muscle in your body is frozen from shock, and your mind can't seem to comprehend how the two of you went from what seemed like a passionate make out, to him basically waving you off.

"Right." You scoff in disbelief. You knew what the plan was, you knew the outcome he was hoping for. But you definitely didn't think you'd be hidden in the corner of a dark hallway, pressed against the wall by your best friend, practically feeling his heart pounding through his chest as he kissed you. You also didn't think he'd kiss you and then immediately dismiss you. You frown at yourself for momentarily believing that anything different was going to happen. Whatever the past week has been, and whatever that kiss was for you, clearly it wasn't the same for him. Just a drunken mishap while trying to convince others of this fake relationship, and you don't want to stick around to see him actually give someone else what you thought that moment was for you. "So, I'm just gonna head home."

"Wait, YN, you don't have to leave."

"You can consider this a breakup or whatever. Have fun with Chloe." You feel a pressure of tears beginning to build, and the breath in your body begins to escape you.

"YN-"

"Goodnight." You state, pushing past him and heading out to the living room, quickly thanking Layla for her hospitality.

Before you reach the front door, you feel a gentle grasp of your wrist and turn to find Trevor's concerned eyes turning downwards.

"YN, are you alright?"

Tears threaten to form as you cover up your sadness with a subtle nod.

"Do you need me to take you home?" He inquires, a softness in his eyes that could probably calm you in any other situation.

Your eyes shoot over to Harry, instantly finding him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed over his chest and a daggered glare shooting towards the both of you.

Sadness is suddenly accompanied by anger and you gaze back at Trevor.

"I'm actually meeting up with some friends. But… could you wait with me outside while I order an Uber?"

He smiles and nods, placing a hand on your back as you begin to twist the door handle. You shoot one last look back to your best friend, and see him standing up straight, eyes wide and fists clenched.

Well, one of you got what they wanted tonight.

×××

You had surprised your friends by arriving at the club. And you shocked them by showing up without your usual companion, Harry.

As you wait for the bartender to hand you some shots, you explain everything to Eva and Seth.

"So, lemme get this straight…" Eva begins, resting her elbows on the countertop, an eyebrow raised from your recent story. "Your best friend, who you are clearly in love with, asked you to be his fake girlfriend to get another girl jealous enough to want to be with him."

"Yeah. Dumb idea right?"

"But… you said yes…" She adds with a still raised eyebrow… "YN, that was just as dumb!"

"Well, I didn't-"

"Didn't think it would work?" Seth adds, shaking his head.

"Right."

"Still seems really dumb." Eva adds, causing you to glare in her direction and open your mouth to make your case.

Shot glasses are suddenly placed in front of you, and you are thankful for the interruption. You shoot yours down quickly, and look over to see Eva refuse the one she was handed, so you take it from her and shoot that one down too.

"Slow down sweetie." Eva suggests.

"I'm fine." You wave her comment off as you get the bartender's attention for another. You're not sure if your intention is to finally have some fun, or to drown out the events of earlier in the evening. But either way, you're going to drink enough until one of those things happens.

"YN…"

"Let's dance!" You shout, after downing your next shot.

"You never dance at clubs…" Eva replies, with what you assume is inquisitive concern.

"Come onnnn… let's dance!" You exclaim, grabbing the hand of each of your friends and dragging them to the dancefloor.

They follow you, seemingly reluctant, but begin to dance with each other as the next song plays. If they weren't your good friends, you'd be put off by their displays of affection for each other. But only because you'd be a little jealous. And now you're suddenly aware of the open space around your body.

You furrow your brow and explain to your friends that you'll be in the bathroom. Eva offers to go with you, but you insist that she continue to dance with her boyfriend. If Harry was there, it wouldn't be a problem. But now you're a third wheel and you're not about to ruin their night. You've already had enough of that for yourself.

You enter the bathroom and immediately pull out your phone, not hesitating to dial the first contact on your 'favorites' list. No one else could hold that space.

"YN?" You hear on the other end, a gentle tone coming through the speaker.

"Harry, your idea was fucking stupid!" You immediately exclaim, shouting to be heard over the music in the venue, even though the bathroom is only affected by a quiet thump of the bass. You'd take a moment to be more impressed if you weren't so drunk and angry.

"Yeah I know." He sighs, which begins to anger you even more.

"I fucking hated it. It was stupid. You're stupid." You begin to fumble, leaning against the bathroom wall as your knees begin to wobble the same amount as your words.

"Are you… drunk?"

"No!" You shout, grabbing onto the nearby sink to steady yourself. "Maybe."

"YN…"

"That's what you do when you break up with someone right?"

"What?"

"Even though it was fake. Fucking fake. But still..."

"Where are you?" He asks sternly, and even in your intoxicated state, you can picture every detail that is most likely displayed on his face. The serious furrow of his brow, the inward pull of his lips, the shifting of his weight from one foot to the other. You know every part of it.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine!" You snap back. "I've got Eva and Seth. And not you! And it's fine. I'm fine!"

"YN-"

You pull the phone away from your ear and press the button to end the call. The shots have not given you results for either of the options you were deciding between when you got to the club, so you choose to gather yourself and go to grab another.

You bring your other hand to rest on the sink and look up into the mirror. You're not too much of a mess, but you notice tiny lines of mascara running down your cheeks. You didn't even know you had been crying. Crying for Harry, who isn't even yours. Wasn't yours before, wasn't yours tonight, and won't be yours ever. At least, not in the way you really want him to be.

He really can have whoever he wants. And it's not you.

You scold yourself for letting any feelings for him form, and then grow. He's your best friend. And obviously that'll never change. Unless you aren't even friends anymore. He looked so embarrassed after kissing you. He agreed it was a dumb idea. He told you it was a mistake.

A mistake.

So, he can fuck off. You can do what you want, and right now, that's going to get another shot.

You walk out and back over to your friends, ignoring the mildly concerned looks on both of their faces.

"YN…" Seth begins, stopping his movements from behind Eva.

"Please don't. I'm fine." You respond, beginning to dance and twirl around with his girlfriend. Seth offers to grab some water for everyone and leaves the two of you on the dancefloor.

You glare at the back of his head, quickly following his footsteps towards the bar.

"Three waters please." You hear him state.

"And another shot!" You add, crossing your arms as he glares back at you, as if you're locked in some kind of parent-child standoff.

You grab the shot glass and instantly shoot it back, taping it on the countertop to ask for another. You turn back to Seth with a smug look on your face, at least you're hoping that's what you are portraying, but you notice his gaze is focusing just behind you.

Your shoulder becomes warm and weighted with a palm twisting you around, and you turn to be met with those glistening green eyes.

"Oh, what the fuck. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here, YN?" Harry asks, his hand still firmly, but somehow also tenderly, on your shoulder. You hate yourself that just this simple touch is getting your heart fluttering again.

"I'm having fun… with my friends… nothing new."

"Oh really? Since when do you go to clubs, and knock back shots like there's no tomorrow?" That familiar furrow of his brow appears and your instinct wants to smooth it out. But your anger quickly convinces you otherwise.

"Since tonight." You reply, crossing your arms again and doing your best to stand your ground. Physically and metaphorically.

"I think I should take you home." He suggests, moving his hand down your arm and gently holding your hand.

"I think you should fuck off!" You begin to shout, yanking your hand from his hold, letting the alcohol take over your judgment and your tongue.

Harry steps back and you can read the disbelief all over his face, as if it were an open book sitting right in front of you. If you're honest, you are a bit shocked by yourself too. You've never spoken to him like that before. Fought with him? Of course. You've known each other so long, that's only normal. But that? A statement like that isn't normal for you to make towards him. To be fair though, not much about this night has been normal.

"Come on, please. Let's get you home." He reaches out for your hand again, and once again, you pull it away.

"No!" You shout.

"Fine." He throws up his hands, never being one to push or force you to do anything you don't want to do. He turns around and begins to walk out of the club, but with the alcohol and the frustration mixing together, you huff and begin to follow him outside.

"Hey!" You yell from behind him, the cold air hitting your very heated face instantly, and causing a chill to spike all over your body.

He stops immediately, not turning around as you catch up to him, forcing you to move in front of him and stare into his eyes as if you were the one towering over the other.

"Yes?"

"You…" You begin to pant from the exertion from following him, and the cold air penetrating your bones. "You don't just… you don't just get to come here and... and act all protective and shit!"

"Why wouldn't I?" He scowls, suddenly switching back to the one who towers over you. "You're my best friend, YN! And you're wasted. I talked to Eva and Seth, they were worried about you."

"Right, Eva and Seth. Who I'm here with. Not you." You growl, glaring into his eyes as if to actually pierce your frustration into them.

"YN, I was worried about you too."

"I'm fine!"

"Yeah, you keep saying that…"

"And I… I am! You don't have to worry… not about me. You shouldn't fucking be here. You should be with… Chloe. "

"Is that why you left the party all of a sudden?"

"I left because… you got what you wanted! You didn't need me anymore!" You yell, feeling a mild heat return to your body as the alcohol reignites the absolute flustering anger.

"I did." He replies softly, taking a step closer so that his warm breath steams over your face. You momentarily close your eyes and the sensation washes over you. "I wanted you there."

"Are you really that selfish, H?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, partly because of the temperature, but mainly to protect yourself. To protect your heart. "I did it… what you asked me to do… and you got what you wanted… you got Chloe…"

"I don't-"

"I didn't need to stick around… I didn't want to stick around!" Your tongue becomes numb and you can't seem to control the words as they spill out. "I didn't want to just stand off to the side… and watch you with her!"

"What?"

"Nevermind." You drop your gaze, hoping that you can get clear headed soon before you say something as dumb as the plan he had come up with. "I should've… I shouldn't have gone along with it. It was such a stupid idea!"

"YN…"

"You said it! It was a mistake!"

"Babe, please…"

"Don't call me that." You state sternly, lifting your gaze with the deepest furrow in your brow. Would he smooth it like you did for him earlier? No.

"What?"

"Don't call me babe. I'm not your babe." You take two more steps back and pull out your phone to call for an Uber. "Babe is for someone you're with, actually with. We're not together. I'm not your babe. It was just pretend."

"I've called you that for forever…" He replies, softening his tone as he steps a little closer, causing your breath to exit and forget how to reenter. How does he always manage to take your breath away?

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have."

"YN, come on, you're drunk. Please let me take you home." He pleads, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You look down at the gesture, feeling your cold demeanor begin to melt at the touch you've become accustomed to over the past week.

"No. I have a ride. Just go back to the party. Go back to Chloe." You grimace as her name leaves your lips, and your hand leaves his. "I've done my part in all… this.

"You know what, YN? You agreed to do it! But you clearly didn't want to and you didn't have to either. So whatever it is you're angry about, you can't blame me."

"Fuck off." You take every last ounce of self-control that you have to stop yourself from explaining why you're so hurt and admitting to what you've been feeling for years. It could only make things worse at this point. You sigh and look down at your feet, wishing you could be swallowed up by the pavement.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I knew that this, all of this, was gonna happen." He steps back and puts even more distance between the two of you and your heart sinks. Now it feels awkward. Now it feels wrong. "It was definitely a mistake."

"Definitely a mistake." You whisper back.

A car pulls up right in front of the two of you, and you know it's your ride. You look between the vehicle and Harry, not knowing which one to step towards.

"So, this… this is it." He crosses his arms over his chest, beginning to tap the back of one foot with the toes of the other, and clears his throat.

You step backwards towards the car. You didn't think this night could've gotten any worse, yet here it is.

"Goodnight, H." You state quietly, turning to grab the door handle, opening it, and looking back one more time at your best friend. If you can still call him that.

×××

The next day was painful for so many reasons, and the hurt just continued through that week. And then the next.

With how much you drank, you would think the night would be a blur, but the universe and your mind are cruel. You remember all of it. Feeling good with Harry, feeling hurt seeing him with Chloe, feeling distracted with Trevor, feeling ecstasy kissing your best friend, feeling embarrassed by his rejection, feeling way too drunk, feeling angry, and feeling hurt. Then, feeling nothing.

Nothing has been the same. Harry didn't walk you to any classes, or bring you coffee, or sit with you at lunch. He didn't come over every other night just to hang out, share food, and watch TV. He didn't call. He didn't text. Nothing. Nothing has been the same these past two weeks.

You had told your friends that you wanted to avoid any more parties, but with a bit of begging, Eva convinced you to go to Seth's birthday party. It was hard to say no to your second best friends, or maybe first now, especially when they mentioned that Harry never responded to their invite. It's not too surprising. He wouldn't want to be where you are.

So, you can be comforted by the fact that Harry won't be there. Although, 'comforted' feels like the wrong word. But Seth's parent's house is more modest, and you'll know a lot more people at this party, which should help you to relax even by a miniscule amount.

At least, you hoped it would. But whenever someone new walks through the door, your eyes dart over towards them. Your heart stops each time, until their name is spoken or you see their face.

You would grab a drink, but the anxiety building within is enough to fill you up, and you probably couldn't stomach it anyway. Plus you figure it'll be easier to leave the party early, since you are suspecting your ability and desire to hang out with everyone will be minimal.

×××

Whether it's the size of the house, or the actual number of people in attendance, this party feels a lot bigger than the previous ones at Layla's house. You've only talked to maybe a handful of people in this large crowd, but are overwhelmed enough to need some space.

You walk up to Eva and lean in to be heard over the music.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air." You quickly state, hoping your volume is enough for her to hear, but quiet enough for others not to. You'd rather be alone.

"Oh. Okay. But-"

"I'm not leaving…" You chuckle, knowing she wants you to stay as long as she can manage to. "I'm just going to the backyard."

"Okay…" She replies, her tone causing a mild curiosity in you, but brushing it off as just her drunken state.

You turn around and squeeze your way through the crowds of friends that Seth and Eva seem to have accumulated over the years. You don't know if you have even half the amount of friends they have here. One person seems to have taken away the need for a large group of friends. With just him, and a couple of close others, you've felt fulfilled. Complete.

Maybe you shouldn't take too long of a break. Maybe you should recharge quickly and get back in there. Maybe you'll need to start finding some new friends to fill that empty void you now have in your life.

No one else seems to be outside, much to your delight, and you catch a quick glimpse of a patio swing out of the corner of your eye, which you immediately decide is the place you want to be.

You walk around the outside furniture and barbeque, but stop as you look up to the swing.

Harry is there. Right there.

You can't tell if the sudden inability to breathe is due to an excitement to see the person you've been missing for two weeks, or anxiety seeing the person you were completely embarrassed and rejected by two weeks ago.

"YN?" He whispers quietly, his eyes wide at the sight of you.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't…" You begin to back up with very small steps. "I didn't know you were here."

He sighs, and it's potentially the saddest one you've heard, but that's the only thing that comes from him.

"I was just, umm, trying to get some air. But I'll… come back out later." You add. The reason to come outside was to relax, and clearly that won't happen for either of you if you stay. You turn around and head back inside, the emptiness in your friendship creating an emptiness in your heart.

Tears begin to cloud your vision. You do your best to guide yourself through the group of bodies to find a safe haven for yourself. The guest bathroom has a crowd forming outside of it, but you remember an office being close by. So through your blurry view, you fumble your way to the, thankfully, unlocked door and quickly close it as soon as you enter.

You take several steps forward, resting your palms on the wide, wood desk, and pull in some deep breaths. They don't last long as the door begins to creak open.

"Sorry, no one should be in-" Your words are halted as you turn around and are met with the most beautiful face. The face you're so familiar with, the face you've missed a lot, the face you love so much. "Oh."

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Can we talk, please?" He asks shyly, his head down and hand gripping the handle, only halfway through the doorway.

"I didn't think you'd-" You mumble back with a shaky breath, nodding and waving him into the room, watching as he hurriedly steps in, closes the door, and locks it.

He takes one step closer, still leaving an upsetting amount of distance between the two of you. But you understand. Last time you were close, too close, which didn't end well. Even though it was an incredible moment for those few seconds.

You shake your thoughts out as you are snapped back into the current moment by the clearing of his throat. You cross your arms around your body, a reflex to keep yourself together.

"What… happened?" He jumps right in, and you are so taken aback that you can't even decipher the context of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"That last party… it seemed to ruin everything. Things are so fucked up now."

Your eyes grow wide in shock. You figured he is just as embarrassed as you are, maybe a bit upset from your fight at the club, but you didn't think he'd feel like this. This intense. This harsh.

"I told you that plan was dumb." You respond, not completely meaning to make the statement aloud.

"Yeah, I get it." He frowns as he stares at the ground, clearly not even being able to look at you now. That hurts. "It was a huge mistake."

That hurts even more.

"You shouldn't have asked me."

"You shouldn't have said yes!"

"You shouldn't have kiss-"

You quickly shut your mouth, regretting those words, not meaning to bring it up and not wanting to admit that it means anything to you when it didn't mean anything to him.

"I shouldn't have kissed you." He finishes your thought with a shallow breath. You can see his regret, you assumed that was how he felt, but it still hurts. Not only because it meant something to you, and not to him, but because this is what it has caused. An awkwardness between you two. Between you and your best friend.

But anger begins to boil at the fact that this was all because of him and his stupid plan to win over some other girl. And that he only kissed you like that after seeing you hang out with another guy.

"So then why did you? Why did you kiss me?"

"You were with that other guy… you were supposed to… be with… me."

"Why did that matter? You were with Chloe! You got her! You got what you wanted!"

"I didn't get her. And I didn't get what I wanted."

"Oh my god, then I'm so fucking sorry if I messed things up for you with her!" You scoff, rolling your eyes at how pathetic this all is.

"I don't want to be with her!" He growls, running his hands down his face, then back up to run through his hair.

"Then what the hell is it, Harry? What the hell do you want that you didn't get?"

"You! For sucks sake! You! I want you, YN!" He growls.

"What?!"

"All I've wanted to do since that kiss… is kiss you again. And again." He moves towards you again, close enough now so that you can feel his warmth, and inhale his sultry dark scent, and feel that familiar tingle down your spine. "And again."

"But… we're friends…"

"Yeah. We are..."

Your body kicks into fight or flight mode, but is frozen in place. You have no idea where this is going and you're not sure if you want to know.

"Look, YN, I miss hanging out with you, and joking with you, and just talking with you. But now…" He sighs, stepping closer and closer until you can feel his breath on your face. "But now I also miss holding you, and making you blush, and kissing you."

Your breath hitches at his confession, your mind racing and your heart pounding.

"I… I thought we were just… pretending."

"I wasn't." He shakes his head, reaching his hands out to gently hold yours. "Maybe at first, because I was an idiot. But being with each other and doing all those couple-y things together made me realize I already had everything I wanted… with you."

"Harry, I-"

"I didn't even want to be with Chloe by that second party." He clears his throat and his admission causes your heart to flutter. "And she cornered me in the kitchen. I couldn't get away. All… all I wanted to do was be around you."

"Oh-"

"And when I got free, and you were with that guy, I snapped." He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I guess I kissed you because… I wanted… dunno. You pushed me away and I should've left it at that but I couldn't. I didn't want to stop. But after the second one, you gave me that look and I got scared that you didn't feel the same. That you didn't want more."

"But I-"

"If you don't, I can live with that. I don't wanna lose you. I need you in my life. You're my best friend."

"But I-"

"But I wanna be more." He admits, squeezing his eyes shut as he squeezes your hands. "I want more than that, and I just need to know-"

"Can you just stop talking?" You exclaim, taking your hands back and moving them up to his shoulders. His eyes grow wide, with an expression of mixed emotions. "Let me have a turn."

"Okay…"

"I got jealous. So jealous. I hated the plan. I hated seeing you around another girl, and wanting another girl. Because I want more. With you. And… I have for a long time."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Fair enough." He answers quietly with a small smile. "S'pose I just didn't want to lose you."

"Me either." You reply, a rush of pink appearing on your cheeks as you dip your gaze. A silence falls in the room, despite all the loud noises just outside the door.

"Do you want to be together?" He asks shyly.

Your brow furrows with sudden concern when you look back up to him, and his expression instantly matches yours. "Being together will change everything, Harry…"

"I don't think that's true." He shakes his head, using his thumb to smooth out the crease in your forehead, just like you did with him before. "It feels natural between us. We are comfortable with each other, we know each other, and we already spend lots of time with each other. This would just add… extra… perks…"

"Oh really?" You smirk, a tingle running through your body. "Like what?"

"Answer me first." He whispers, closing the gap between the two of you and resting his forehead on yours. He places both palms on your cheeks, giving you every sense of comfort and excitement possible. "I need to know what you want."

"I want to be together."

"Yeah?"

You nod.

He pulls back while his eyes flicker down to your lips and he grazes them with his own. All the breath in your body leaves in that moment and your hands work their way up to the nape of his neck. Eyes locked on each other, you could swear that your heartbeats are the only noise that can be heard.

"Harry-"

Your words are cut off by the feeling of his plush lips firmly on yours. Again. But this time, much better.

"Is this okay?" He asks as he pulls away, just enough to give you two some space to catch a breath.

"Yes." You giggle, twirling your fingers into his hair. You could get lost in his curls and not even mind. "Now, kiss me again."

His dimples pops in quickly before your face is pulled back to his with one hand, and your body pulled in with the other.

Your lips meet again, passionate and desperate, as if they've been starved since the last time they met. His hands waste no time and begin to roam your body wildly. Rubbing your back, moving down your waist, grabbing your hips, and gliding over your ass. If you thought any of the other times he touched you were exciting, this was absolutely overwhelming.

His body presses further into yours, causing you to slide up onto the desk behind you. Your lips are parted by his tongue and each movement raises in intensity. One hand moves to your knee, slowly making its way up your thigh and every ounce of heat in your body travels to your core.

His lips leave yours and move along your jaw, landing right under your ear.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Ye-... Yes." You utter, eyes closed as his breath hits your skin.

His hand slides further up and you've never been more grateful that you chose to wear a skirt, as you feel him squeeze his way to your core. He grazes two fingers over your drenched panties and lets out a pleased exhale.

"Bloody hell." He whispers, as you feel a smile against your skin in triumph. His fingers run up and down, teasing you, and creating an unbearable yearning within.

"H…"

"You want it?" He asks, with the low, deep tone that makes your knees weak.

"Yes." You whine, opening your eyes to look at him and not only show your sincerity, but also your desire. "Please, yes."

He slips in your panties, running his fingers along you again, your bare skin excited by the touch. Your breath hitches as his fingers dip slightly into your folds.

"Harry, please…" You plead, letting out a soft moan as they enter you and you feel the coldness of his rings hit your entrance. "Oh my god!"

"You're so damn wet." He utters, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. The actual touch, and the knowledge that it's finally happening with Harry, quickly builds the pleasurable pressure that he's giving you.

Words escape you. The sensation is taking over. You don't even realize you've made any sort of movement until your eyes snap open at the feeling of his hard bulge trapped within his pants. He growls as you palm him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck… YN…"

Your fingers move to the button of his pants, surprisingly able to undo it without any trouble, and as you pull down his underwear, his cock springs out of its confines. Your eyes shoot down as you wrap your hand around it. He is big. Thick and long. You've only ever imagined what he was like. You knew it wouldn't be disappointing, there was no way. But the actual view of his cock within your grasp causes your breath to hitch, and with his fingers inside of you, you get even closer to reaching your peak.

He moans as you pump your hand. You moan as he thrusts his fingers. Your noises being drowned out to others by the thumping music throughout the rest of the house, and only being shared between the two of you.

Harry curls his fingers up, immediately hitting your most sensitive spot. Your body shudders and you throw your head back as an exuberant exhale leaves your lips. He thrusts faster, curling up each time, and your thighs squeeze together as your orgasm draws closer. He spreads your legs apart slightly and wraps his free hand around your back, pulling you as close to him as possible and getting deeper with the access.

"Oh my go-… Harry… I'm abou- t- cu-"

"Go on. I wanna feel it, babe."

With the nickname that you have so desperately wished meant something more to him, being uttered from him in exactly the way you've wanted it, your orgasm tips over and your walls squeeze Harry's fingers as if they're trapping them there forever. You moan out again, and again, as the ecstasy floods over you.

Your free hand grips onto the desk for leverage, keeping your body upright and stable, as you do your best to continue your motions around his cock.

"Harry! Oh my god!" You exclaim, still panting yet opening your eyes to see the widest grin on his face. "That was… so…"

"Good?" He chuckles, biting down on his lower lip.

"Amazing!" You reply with a breathy giggle.

His mouth falls open and his eyes close as both of your focus fully turns to your work on his cock.

"YN… fuck…"

He pulls into your body again, grabbing your hips as he kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

"M'gonna… fuck… I dunno where to… to cum." He mumbles between moans.

You push on his body, sliding off the desk. He lifts his head up and you smile when you see his blown out pupils.

"Can I…?" You begin to ask, both looking down to where you hold and stroke him.

His eyes snap back up to yours, desire and concern written all over his face.

"Are you… sure? You don't have to."

"I want to."

"Fucks sake. Okay. Yes. Yes."

You lower yourself down to your knees, looking up through your lashes as you notice him swallow hard at the sight of you.

"Are you sure?"

He nods, exhaling strongly, his chest rising and falling faster as you stick out your tongue to lick his leaking tip. You lick up his base before taking him in, his cock filling your mouth so much that you try not to gag immediately.

"S'alright." He mutters, starting to pull away.

"Don't move." You state, grabbing his hip to keep him in place. "You're big, H. I just need to get used to it."

He growls at the compliment and grabs your hair. You move slowly back onto him, stroking in rhythm with your hand, and getting him deeper each time your mouth takes him in.

"Oh my-... god."

He begins to subtly pump himself in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you have to pull off quickly.

"M'sorry."

"Keep going."

"What?"

"Keep doing it."

"Bloody hell."

You take him in again, adjusting to his soft thrusts, humming against him as he gets deeper.

"Fuck… m'gonna… m'gon-..."

You cup his balls, which sends him over the edge with a loud moan, feeling his warm release spill down your throat.

"Oh my god, YN." He whimpers, his eyes fixed down on you as he thrusts in deep, making sure you swallow every last drop.

You pull off once he's done, kissing his fern tattoos, and pushing yourself back up to kiss his cheek.

"M'sorry babe." He whispers, still attempting to catch his breath.

"Sorry for what?" You ask, suddenly worried that this may have been another mistake to him.

"M'sorry we didn't figure this out sooner." He smirks, running his thumb along your lips and placing his firmly against them.

"Better late than never." You smile, entangling your fingers back in his hair, deciding to make it their permanent home.

He tilts your chin up to look him straight in the eyes. "You are incredible. That… was incredible."

"What are best friends for?" You chuckle, sticking your tongue out between your teeth, but pulling it back in when you see him frown.

"It's what girlfriends are for."

"Yeah?" You ask and watch him nod, peppering kisses on your lips and cheeks, making you giggle. He pulls away and his gaze flickers between each of your eyes.

"I do have one more favor to ask, though." He states quietly.

"Oh god." You chuckle, not anxious in the least at what this request could be. "What is it?"

"Let me take you on a proper date."

You grin widely, matched by one from him, and you press your lips firmly together, now addicted to the feeling that you've been dreaming of for so long. Butterflies awaken in your stomach at his request, and you nod when you see the amount of anticipation splashed all over his face. You kiss his forehead and rest yours against it.

"I can do that."

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[aetheternity]

Synopsis: Early morning is the perfect time to worship your favorite archon's body.

CW: Body worship, submissive Venti, Morning sex, afab reader, you/your pronouns, very vanilla circumstances, Minors do not interact.

A/N: I say switch Venti supremacy then neglect to write him as a bottom as well. :/

This early in the day you could faintly see a sparkle upon your lover's skin. Maybe it wasn't really there. Perhaps you were simply imagining it but rays of orange and bits of yellow had begun to creep their way into your shared room between the slightly parted curtains. Decorating his exposed neck, shoulders and bits of his arm with the most entrancing light. Sheer beauty among his already godly form you ghosted a few fingers over the beautiful markings along his chest not wishing to wake him. He wasn't even stirred in his sleep at the moment, his eyelids stuck closed and his mouth hung open in perhaps the cutest little 'o' shape.

How could you want to do anything outside of kissing him everywhere when he was this cute?

You bit the bullet. His skin feels so soft beneath your lips as well and as soon as you have a taste you can't begin to stop. Trailing your lips along his jaw before working your way down his pulse point. Within a few more seconds you're greeted with soft whimpers and a gentle hand cupping the back of your head.

"Windblume?" He questions and you can tell he has yet to open his eyes. "You're so excitable this morning." A little hum crests off his lips.

Now you can properly greet him and you don't hesitate ducking your head down to his lips. He's still not fully with you of course, his kiss soft and fleeting. Though if anything that works to rile you up further. You hands going to his cheeks to tug him into you. Delighted by the smallest moans escaping his lips.

"Good morning." You pause to allow him and yourself a chance to breathe.

The smallest slivers of green finally peek out from beneath rising eyelids and he stirs enough to welcome you into his arms. His fingers tracing the dip of your spine, pausing at the base of your back.

"Good morning my love." A kiss, then two. "I'm guessing you slept well." He breaks off his words with a slow yawn. You can't exactly blame him of course. He had gotten in extremely late last night and now you had him up extremely early this morning.

"You know what I remembered?"

"Hmm?" His smile feels almost delirious. It's endlessly soft though you can still tell he's not quite with you by how long his blinks are and the amount of his actual pupils you can see when he opens them again.

"You don't have to leave for hours." You sneak a fast kiss against the shell of his ear. "You're not playing your songs till late this afternoon and I.." He hums as you pause your sentence to litter his cheeks and forehead with a barrage of kisses. "Don't have anything at all planned for today." You grin.

"So this is it hm?" He shifts to get more comfortable, pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. "This is what it feels like to have my partner. in my arms. for more than an hour?" His kisses make you giggle and squirm accepting each one with unrelenting eagerness. "I love it.. don't leave my side until I have to go?" He whines

"I love you, Venti."

"I love you more." His eyelids finally give into fatigue and shut.

"Impossible." You whisper, you reach a free hand beneath the covers sliding your fingers into his before bringing it up to sit beside his head.

His lips part but no more words leave his mouth. He grows still and you watch the softening of his features. Untied strands of his usual braids sticking to spots of his face. Eyebrows relaxing and rising along his features. You felt almost rude thinking it but he looked far cuter without his hat. It allowed his little ahoge to bounce freely atop his head though currently it remained stagnant as his head did.

For a brief moment you only focused on watching him trying to push the devious thoughts from your head. He couldn’t possibly look more perfect, breathing so softly beneath you. It almost felt as though you were staring at a painting hung atop a wall, so beautifully framed. And your only thought currently was about waking him up.

He looked endlessly peaceful! You shouldn't wake him up, he'd barely gotten any sleep last night. On most normal days he'd have his performances earlier in the day but yesterday he'd played late into the evening for a couple bottles of wine. You however retired early, returning home before him as you'd been helping out the elders in your village the whole day and hadn't felt like rushing off to catch his performance by the end of it. When he'd finally returned you were already asleep.

Of course now with a well rested more leveled head you felt a bit shameful for skipping out on him. He had invited you too but you'd barely been able to keep your eyes open by the time the sun had finally set. This was Venti, he definitely wasn't upset.. however..

You shifted your weight off him and only now did his eyes flutter back open. "Mm, Love?" He rubbed at his eye turning to look at you.

The thin blanket wrapped across both your bodies slipped down your back as you readjusted. Every bit of his naked form now in perfect view for you to see and you drank it all in quite hungrily. Your thighs locked his hips in while you pulled his ankles up to your shoulders giving one side soft open mouth kisses.

"I won't keep you awake too long I promise." You say, slipping your hands down to his waist and along his ribs.

He simply yawns again, when his head shakes it causes his unbraided hair to flutter against his cheeks. "No.. it's ok I can take care of you and we can cuddle after.."

"You're always taking care of me." You shove his chest back. With a little oomph he collides with the pillows again. Definitely more awake than he has been all morning. "I want to take care of you.. I want to.." For a brief moment you pause, heat starting to rise to your face. "Worship your body." You finish

He simply blinks though he doesn't offer any further words of protest. He instead lays his head back completely at your whim, allowing you to trail your light kisses down his ankles, across his calves and over the back of his thighs. You find yourself quickly switching legs, excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach over kissing the marking along his thigh.

It never seemed to matter how often you kissed it, brushed a finger across it or even saw it admist the darkness when Venti was plowing into you it never failed to feel sacred. So endlessly beautiful even in your now brightly lit room. You almost wanted to suck marks into the spaces above and below it, feeling endlessly powerful at the mere thought of it but you refrained for now other desires needing to be sated first.

You slid a hand down the spots you had already kissed, thumbing the marking you loved endlessly. You had to give into temptation a little after all. It was only a human emotion. You'd spent quite a bit more time on that spot then you'd originally wanted to, sliding your tongue along such a sacred area and applying endless kisses was quite addictive. Without Venti's tiny shudders you might have forgotten he was still with you.

You finally take a break from his thighs, coaxing your mouth back up towards his lips. He was definitely awake now, judging by the flick of his tongue across your lips begging sweetly for entrance the second you slotted your mouth against his. His taste only working to further arouse you. Your free hands tracing every dip of his skin from the warmth of his arms, over his chest and down to his adorably perky nipples.

He didn't even begin to hide the hungry moan that fell off his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss swallowing his every noise with each tug on both of his sensitive buds.

"Name.."

"Mm? What's the matter? Is someone a little sensitive this morning?" You tease, repeating the action. Pleased with the hitch of his breath when you did so.

Venti rarely got like this. You'd noticed after a year long relationship. The most often times being when he was drunk or if he was fatigued for any reason. He'd become so easily drawn to your touches, begging for more with the softest look as he allowed himself to fall to your whim.

"I like that.." He murmured "A little har-.. yes perfect.."

This time when you leaned into him, he reached both hands out to cup your face. Your foreheads pressed so tightly together as you slotted your lips with his. Every inch of his body arching and stretching out towards your touches. Just enough that you'd made his every exhale that much breathy.

"More.. give me more.."

You break away from his lips, kissing along the length of his neck with quick loud pecks, along his collarbone and down to those pretty peaks you'd been teasing. Without hesitation you laid your body weight directly onto his, sucking his nipple into your eagerly awaiting mouth. Meanwhile your free hand coaxed itself agonizingly slowly over his cock head.

He gasped, watching as you shifted to his other nipple encircling the bright pink areola with your tongue before sinking your teeth into the skin. Impressed by how quickly the color his chest began to change.

"Windblume, I want to be inside you.. please." He complained shivering when you gave his bitten nipple more kisses.

"Be patient, Love. I wanna make this amazing for you." You brush loose strands of hair back from his sweaty forehead.

His thighs soon tugged into your grip. Arms sliding between them before taking leverage beneath his lower back to keep him still. His cockhead had leaked between your fingers and you took a second just to lick up his precum before mouthing over his sensitive tip. Even such a small touch seemed to strike a cord with him as his tip jerked against your lips, leaving drops of precum along your cheek.

You knew he was growing impatient. You could feel it in the way his legs shuddered beside your head and the grunts he let out whenever he squirmed to push closer to your mouth. But how could you not kiss such a pretty cock, up and down his gorgeous length. Show it all the care in the world because it'd always done right by you in a similar fashion. You unhooked one arm to use your right hand to angle it toward your mouth. Your tongue flat as it ran all the way back to the tip circling the tip with sweet kisses.

"You're in such a teasing mood this morning.. any particular reason?" He asked, pressing a hand over the back of your head. Gently, not at all demanding just scratching at your scalp with delicate fingers.

"I'm not trying to tease. I want to give your body the attention it deserves." You give his tip one more kiss, darting your tongue out to catch the precum against your lips.

"You say but most of what you're doing is teasing." He fires back with a sweet grin. When you lean back in it's to swallow his cock down with ease. You give him a minute, just one minute to relax into the feeling before tugging your head all the way back, only the tip inside until you're pressing your nose back into his pelvis.

His moans of your name are sharp. Exhaled breathily with every bob of your head not leaving him any room to get used to the feeling. A feeling which only felt more heightened because of his once unconscious state.

If it were at all possible he stiffened a touch more inside your mouth. Driven in ever deeper by every rut of his hips slowly begging for the release you'd been keeping from him. He whispered tiny praises and little thank you's all the more needy with every word. All of his reactions so so much more endearing, from the smallest quiver of his thighs as you ghosted your fingers along his markings. To the moans of your name.

And you fed off it. Grateful for such a cute subby version of your archon boyfriend. Practically light as air as you pulled him in as deep as you could go purposefully trapping his too sensitive cockhead in the depths of your throat.

"Does this feel good Barbatos?" One of his eyes peeks open, tear filled. "Seems like you're getting kind of close."

His cheeks had bloomed the sweetest pink. A color you wanted to kiss off his face it was utterly precious. He gasped long and loud when you took your place back between his legs not even trying to hide how sensitive he'd become with the way his thigh violently shook.

"If you don't slow down.. I'm gonna.. I.."

You didn't hesitate now to tug your lips off his lower half. With one hand on his chest for leverage you arched your back welcoming his long pretty cock with ease. A smirk on your face as he unabashedly moaned long and loud for every single inch sliding into your perfectly fuckable cunt.

Shaky hands found your waist and he braced himself for you to immediately snap your hips but was instead greeted with a quick kiss on his lips.

"So.. sensitive.. Just need.. a minute.." He slurred, so obviously and quickly drunk off your pussy.

Your walls sucked him in so tightly he could weep, just hugging onto you trying his hardest not to cum just from the threat of movement alone. With a shaky sigh he let go of a breath he'd held onto for awhile, slowly pulling you along his length at a pace he could manage.

"You're so wet.." He chuckled shakily "I want a taste.."

"You're fucking me!"

"I know but.. oral.. when you're this wet.. is always.. amazing." He whimpered "You'll let me right? When we're.. done? Can I..?"

His lips slot easily against yours and you fasten your pace. "If you're not too tired." You giggle

"Look at who.. you're talking to.. the guy that got you in Angel's Share and made you cum three times.."

"And Charles caught us.. we had to clean the whole bar.. mmhm.."

"You're missing.. the big picture.."

The mattress creaked loudly almost drowning out the chorus of pleas falling from Venti's lips. His hips awkwardly bucking into your heat as though it'd become his life line. The drag of his nails along your back setting fires in the pit of your stomach. Every slap of your meeting skin echoing perfectly off the walls.

"I'm almost there.. Mm gonna cum.."

He leaned up for a kiss and you reciprocated, messily tugging your tongue into his mouth. He tugged both hands up to your cheeks pulling your lips off his to whisper his impending orgasm upon your lips. The sweet confinement of your walls ultimately proving too strong as he found himself spilling inside with no amount of holding back.

Within a couple seconds after you were reaching your own peak atop him. Spilling around him with soft moans to your beloved Barbatos.

You collapsed on top of him, simply reaching for his free hand to intertwine your fingers. For a moment the two of you had returned to the peace you'd experienced upon first wake. Though the roles were severely different, Venti now pressing kisses to your sleepy form.

"Don't fall asleep, Windblume." He giggled pressing his lips to your cheek. "What happened to letting me eat you out? What are you too tired?" He teased with the same tone you'd used only moments ago.

"So sensitive.. I just need one minute."