#the boy in question is my hot sexy boyfriend

[astosangels]

need a boy to take me to his bedroom and shove me onto his bed and feel me over my jeans, making his way to unbuckling my belt and shoving his hand in my boxers before even taking my pants off. he would just feel how soaked i am for him, making fun of me because “only mutts get this wet.” he’d flip me over and fuck me from behind, my jeans not even all the way off my legs because he just couldn’t wait to shove his dick in me. he’d humiliate me, asking me “you want me to cum in you? want me to fill you up like a filthy mutt?” all while my brain is so fuzzy i can’t even begin to think before begging so desperately for him. afterwards he’d help put my boxers and pants back on and tell me to enjoy the feeling of being full. even better if we’re at an event with people and i have to go back to talking with people pretending like i’m not still dripping with his cum

[janumun]

Misty Affections [The L&DS Boys - NSFW]

Rated: NSFW/18+ 🌶️ (Take note of all warnings before you proceed) Pairings: L&DS Men/Reader Word Count: 6k+

Tags: polyandry/polygamy, bath/shower friskiness, multiple orgasms, oral, anal and vaginal sex, body worship, porn with little plot, double penetration, consensual somnophilia, edging, passing hints of breeding, scent kink

Summary: At the eve of your anniversary, you let the men, most precious to your heart, show you exactly how they love and cherish you. Slow and measured. Piece by piece.

Author’s Notes: I have been driven so insane ever since the drop of that crazy trailer, all I’ve been able to fantasize about are these beautiful men. Did so individually at first before they eventually converged within my mind into this behemoth romantic-sexy fest. (If you know me or my stories, you know I cannot go a second breathing without a little love in my sex LOL) 

This one’s for all my harem loving folks who’ve been left thirsty after the “Misty Invasions” trailer. Happy reading!

You oscillate at the entrance to the penthouse suite, fingers tracing the sleek outline of the key card your boyfriend had provided you with, earlier; eager gaze skittering back towards the door. Heart within your throat and a swarm of butterflies flittering within the base of your stomach.  

An entire year had passed you by; the day of your relationship anniversary upon you now. And you’d decided amongst you, in distinct words and heated whispers, that you’d make it a day well worth commemorating.  

You smile at the recollection of Sylus’ amused gaze — blood-red garnet — as it had met your surprised one, a few days prior. He’d had you search up his entire house for an elusive Mephisto, on the pretence of having lost sight of him. Finding him at last, perched atop the silken pillows of his bed. And held within his beak, a sleek black card the bird had let drop into your palm, obedient, before taking flight.  

A key access to the penthouse suite of one of the most luxurious hotels in Linkon City.  

Sylus had tugged you close — his warm breath, a sweet caress against the shell of your ear — stating the date and time for you to be there, without questions asked. Your heart had thrilled at the time in nervous anticipation.  

Just as it does now as you move to hoist your umbrella — damp still from the outpour outside — onto your arm, clutching a bouquet of flowers close to your chest.  

Reaching to swipe your card, at long last, against the room’s digital pad—  

Before the door sways open on its own. Your gaze skipping, immediate, to meet the owner’s: scarlet, warm in amused affection. “How much longer were you planning to dither at the door?” His hand curves about yours as he steers you inside. Reaching to help you out with your coat and umbrella.  

“How did you even—”  

Sylus angles his face in mute indication, at the door, just in time for you to catch sight of Mephisto sweeping across the hallway, disappearing just as swift around a corner, with a triumphant crow. 

“I am going to cook that bird one of these days,” you mutter, discomfited at the thought of Sylus having been standing privy to your entire vacillation session outside. 

A large hand curls about your jaw, insisting your gaze upwards, just as you feel the heat of Sylus’ mouth on yours. “Don’t fret any longer,” his lips brushing each word right against yours. Every stroke tending sparks of fire against your skin. “you’ll make me want to tease you. And I promised them I’d be kind to you today.” The thick baritone of his quiet laughter sinks, hot, into your chest; down into the depths of your belly.  

Your hand curves about the back of his neck, heaving that infuriating mouth back against yours. “Please do be quiet for once.” Fingers grazing at the base of his hair before they card upwards, tugging at the strands.  

His mouth pulls into a wider smile, just as you all but force the large bouquet of flowers you still carry, against the firm expanse of his chest.  

“Happy anniversary, Sylus.” You murmur softly, flushed gaze fixated upon the flowers — snowdrops and lilies, roses and clematis — a representation of each of their colours that had painted your life brighter, over the course of your years together. You truly hoped your boyfriends would love them.  

Garnet gaze narrowing in quiet affection, Sylus coaxes your attentions back to him with a call of your name. “And to you.”  

“Now,” He winds an arm about your waist, dragging you flush against his torso. “let me find a place for these beauties while you go hop into the shower. You’re cold to the touch.” And when you move to protest, he silences it with a delicate brush of his thumb against your lip before he too bows forwards, to murmur, just shy of your mouth. “I promise you won’t miss me long, sweetheart.” 

Leaving you in the stewing solace of your own indecent thoughts. 

Your relieved exhale breaks in soft wisps of white curling into the air, well comforted by the heat of your quick shower. Your eyes drifting absently towards the bath you’d drawn, your favourite scent now permeating the space of your bathroom. 

Petals rippling across the surface of placid warm waters; you knew how your artist appreciated the romanticism of your relationship. When you let yourself go and allowed yourself free expression of your adoration, for your Lemurian beloved. The colour, it never failed to bring flush to his cheeks at your simple gestures of affection, he so deserved. He had waited, and for so long.  

A mere speck of his patience, against your current restless wait, ever since his message had lighted your screen earlier this evening, indicating he’d be there to join you, soon.  

Sooner, you whisper into the air, slinking a cautious hand down the line of your stomach and towards your mound.  

It was so incredibly difficult to have all your lovers, gathered together in one place, owing to how busy each of you were with your respective schedules. Tonight, hence, was a rare, precious occasion and you intended to make the most of it.  

“Why so distracted.” A deep voice resonates at your back; a swift curl of pulsating red capturing your wrist before your fingers have the chance to brush in between your legs. Heaving your wrist up and back, depositing it prisoner into Sylus’ waiting palm. “You barely noticed me.” The roughened pads of his digits graze at the tender skin of your wrist in soft warning, before he lets go. “Couldn’t wait even a moment for me, huh?” 

You turn to face him, a puckish smile you know is already teasing at the corners of your mouth. “Just engaging in some personal time.” 

Sylus stands before you, body bare, save for the towel that keeps him from you, wrapped about his waist. A sturdy arm reaches past your shoulder, turning the shower off. Motions entirely unhurried. Deceptively tranquil, you do not miss the blood-red heat that simmers at the edges of that observing gaze.  

“Oh?” He crowds you a step closer into the wall. Your fingers coast in tense anticipation about the knot of his towel. “You wouldn’t mind if I turned that into a private time for two, would you, kitten?” 

You put on a deliberate show of pondering the question; a patient raised brow your lover keeps focused upon you. 

Until you tip a coquettish gaze his way and answer. “I suppose I would no—” Your response, Sylus pilfers from your tongue before you can utter it, pulsing a quick kiss of violence against your lips. 

Your digits impatiently work to release him from the final confines of his towel, absently tossing it aside. And onto the gnarled vines of red lurking at the edges of your vision, immediately reach to snatch up the cloth, discarding it into a wash bin close by.  

Laughter in between heavy breaths; coveting fingers, free at last, skate down the strength of his thighs, skimming past his stiff arousal. A small gasp of appreciation you break against his mouth just as Sylus lurches his hips forward, once, into your grasp to better let you admire the effect you have on him.  

“It’s been too long.” you murmur into the space he spares you in between wet kisses. 

“Darling,” he exhales; a small, rough sound of pleasure. “Not yet.”  

Sylus’ hands stir down the length of your body, fingers finding target, and pulsing into the soft of your ass before you can try and bribe your case with him, to give you what you want. Hefting you up entirely onto the corded strength of his arms, stifling your sound of surprise against his mouth. 

He bids you wrap your legs about his waist, as he walks you both over towards the luxurious bath. “Now,” Settling down into the warm, scented water, he eases you back against himself. “Let us get you washed properly.”  

You eventually relent and let him do as he pleases for the next several minutes. 

Drifting a careful hand about the expanse of your legs, you try not to squirm too much when that devious hand skirts about your inner thighs. Across the arc of your clavicle, down the slope of your breastbone. His palms bear down against your abdomen in provocative press-release motions. You're not quite sure what kind of bathing Sylus assumes he’s doing except just keying you higher, the longer you endure his hands upon you.  

Hands that grow unrepentant and bold with time, the self-pleased skew of those infuriating lips following soon after, down the slope of your neck, along the curve of your shoulder. You tip your face sideways, smoothing a quick kiss onto his jaw. “You keep this up any longer and you’re going to have an incredibly frustrated woman on your hands.” 

He buries his grin into your shoulder.  

“And I’m not sure what I’ll do then.” you threaten mildly.  

“Is that so? I’d certainly like to see you try.” He accepts your provocation.  

You reach an arm up, winding it about his neck. Fingers splaying against the damp brush of his hair as you angle your head up and he obliges, head canting for your mouth to catch against his. His tongue sweeps against yours in immediate insistence, your eager allowance in the slack fall of your mouth as he presses into you.  

Sylus’ indolent digits change tune then; a large palm he curves about the weight of your breast and squeezes. The roughened pads of them toying at the pert apex, until he coaxes your moans out for himself.  

The muted click of a lock sounds within your surroundings; quiet, save for the gentle ripples of water and your damp sounds of pleasure.  

“Ah,” Sylus murmurs in between kisses. “He’s here now. We would’ve ended up using the little princeling’s entire bath for ourselves if he’d turned up any later.” 

A thrill of pleasure and adoring desire crests itself within your chest, calling your approaching beloved’s name on a long sigh of pleasure Sylus wrenches out of you. “That’s it, sweetheart, tempt him on higher sounds next.” 

Restless within his lap, you wrench your mouth away from his, raising yourself onto your knees to turn, capturing him in between your thighs. 

Just as Rafayel steps past the threshold of the baths, appearing to be in the midst of wresting himself out a long sodden shirt. You absently muse how he must’ve forgotten to carry an umbrella with him, yet again, out on one of his painting expeditions, despite your reminder to him just last night. “It’s pouring crazy out there and I’m drenched to the bone—”  

His words nicked mid-sentence with the slow rise of those bluish-florid eyes — taking in the lascivious scene in front — along with your thoughts torn into jagged shards of pleasure with the firm catch of Sylus’ teeth against your breast. A large hand he splays at your back, enticing you closer into his mouth. 

Your eyes, refusing to stray from Rafayel’s, even as he remains rooted to the threshold. A flush beginning to colour against the arch of his cheeks to witness how Sylus augments your pleasure further underneath his enraptured gaze. 

Pleased joy ripples through you, to be putting on a tantalising show for your beloved Lemurian, entreating him closer on soft sighs and broken moans of his name.  

“Please,” your next gasp of pleasure scatters under the prick of stimulated tears. “Rafayel, my heart, come to me.” 

And like a beautiful marionette pulled upon by its strings, he obeys your request, striding towards the two of you. Bestowing mercy upon your poor heart, you feel, could pound right out of your chest.  

He tips downwards, long, graceful digits sweeping delicate beneath the cut of your jaw to raise. Brushing a sweet kiss of greeting against your mouth. “I’m here, beloved.” 

Fingers refusing to cease his exploratory touches, his thumb glides past your cheeks, dusting right beneath your eyes at stray tears.  

“Welcome home,” you greet, your own fingers curving about his jaw in hazy affection.  

“You’re late,” Sylus speaks, his hand trekking a careful path about the flare of your hip.  

Rafayel frowns at that. “I know. Not like I didn’t try to be here sooner.” Fingers tinkering at his belt buckle before he slides it, smooth out of its confines. Your eager hands reaching to assist, rushing down the line of buttons at his shirt, divesting him of his impediments.  

“You’re freezing, Rafayel.” You observe, palms pressed up against his naked abdomen. 

He catches one of your hands within his, feathering a kiss onto your knuckles. “Warm me, then.” An irrefutable instruction as much as it is his soft request.  

Relieved entirely of his clothes, he steps into the bath, fingers entwining against yours in a firm hold, coaxing you onto his body instead.  

“You're so cosy.” He appreciates in between hungering kisses. “Share more of your heat with me.” The soft squish of your breasts mould against the solid expanse of his chest the deeper you try and press against the other, your arms encased about his neck, fingers carding greedily through the wet strands of his hair.  

Rafayel shifts your positions, guiding you back against Sylus’ chest by your threaded digits. The hard heat of Sylus’ cock presses against the cleft of your ass as Rafayel drives you further in by the urgency of his kisses. 

His bond shimmers to life — a scarlet vow — right above his heart, your own thrilled by the rapidly dissipating chill of his body, replaced with passionate warmth. 

“I’ve missed you.” He drags your intertwined digits closer, directing your hand to press against the thrumming of his heart. “And especially today, being so important. I wanted to be next to you for the entirety of it.” 

Rafayel’s eyes, misted in desire and affection so acute, your breath catches at your throat at the sheer intensity of it. He secretes a gentle kiss into the fold of your palm. “I want us to make this a memorable anniversary.” 

“You already are.” You keen softly, in assurance, fingers stroking down the length of Sylus’ thigh. “I desire you both so very much right now.”

He returns your fervent regard in the thick digits that skim past the curve of your spine, fingering in sparing strokes at the rim of your ass. You gasp at the sensation, body clenching in on the emptiness it has long been subjected to. 

You need them both; the carnal strength of your want winds you breathless. 

Sylus had left you suspended upon a torturous precipice for so long, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on for.  

“Hey,” Rafayel prompts. 

Garnet binds immediately spring to life, streaking towards the bottles lined up neat atop a marble slab. Plucking one up as if by rote memory, before depositing it into Rafayel’s grasp. “As our princeling desires,” Sylus speaks; the raw amusement you can hear within his words.  

Rafayel’s response is all but a raised brow — they have learned to synchronize well against each other, you realize with a shaky exhale. You are glad, as you are nervous, for the state of your body; the havoc they wreck onto you, once your boys are in tandem.  

The lubricant well-smeared across Rafayel’s digits, he reaches in between your bodies to run his fingers against the same place Sylus does, two sets of different fingers they ease, gentle, into your ass. Rafayel’s low groan of pleasure, you lunge forwards to drink against your lips.  

“I need—” you cry out against him, just as Rafayel withdraws from you entirely to leave Sylus to press his fingers deeper into you, a slow, caressing slide; eased by their gentle loosening of your hole.  

Rafayel hums a low, euphoric sound. “Do you need him deep inside you, my love?”  

“Yes.”  

“You’re almost there for me, sweetheart. Breathe.” Sylus’ grunt of approval at your compliance, he drowns into a relishing bite at your shoulder.  

Rafayel’s mouth descends upon your breasts, pulsing open mouthed kisses right above the expanse of your thundering heart, his fingers finding their way towards your neglected slit, mercifully pressing into you. A loud, broken moan wrenched out of your throat, pleasure now far palpable after having been edged for so long.  

“You’re so wet. So very captivating when you are like this.”  

“I love you, Rafayel.” you gasp, tears gathering at your eyes to feel so full of them both.  

He pulses a kiss against your mouth in heated devotion, tongue warming against yours in between urgent breaths, “I am yours. Call for me, my beloved bride.”

“Rafayel.”

“Ah. Once more, so I know I am entirely yours to have.” he entreats, gaze heated. 

His fingers gather pace — in tandem with Sylus’ controlled assault — striking rhythmic against your frontal walls on each thrust. A spot he gathers at, one that incinerates itself against his adept motions, insistent thumb gliding its touches about the sweet area of your apex, hurtling you faster towards a vehement finish.

“And that you are mine. Call my name, call for me.” 

“Rafayel, my Rafayel.” And you tumble over the edge at that final delightfully sensual push, quivering nerveless, in between your lovers.  

“There’s more of where that came from, kitten. Don’t give up on us now.” Sylus coaxes, extracting himself from the instinctual clench of your body, whimpering at the keen emptiness of his loss.  

“Give yourselves to me,” you beg, “I need to feel you inside me.”  

“And you shall have us,” Rafayel soothes, pressing the head of his cock against you.  

“As many times as you need.” Sylus allows; the swell of his arousal striking heavy against the cleft of your ass.

The slow ingress of their cocks deep into your body, sends explosive stars skittering across your vision, the overwhelming fullness already throttling you into another orgasm so intense, they have to hold your body still against theirs. Propelling into you in tandem with each other until they set a rhythmic, burning pace within your swollen holes.

Rafayel’s fingers cup about your jaw, dragging you into a fervid, wet kiss. His moans of pleasure he drowns against the heat of your tongue. 

Before Sylus lunges forward in a demand for your attentions next, strong digits threading through your locks to guide your head towards him, catching the string of pleasure that stretches thin in between your and Rafayel’s lips, as soon as it forms, against his mouth in a violent kiss.

The thick strength of his cock pulses firmer within your body, each swollen stroke of arousal you feel zip right up across your spine from how Sylus has taught your body to fit his daunting size, well. Each propulsion he carves deeper into your walls, a striking reminder of how intimately your body remembers the shape of him.   

Rafayel takes to painting littered marks of pleasure against your neck, their lengths already throbbing in impending release, searing within you. 

You squeeze about them at the sole, ruinous thought of their wet heats, flooding you soon. Moaning against Sylus’ mouth when their pacing turns reckless.

“Close,” Rafayel grits in need, cleaving your thighs up and open to constrain against Sylus, the man behind spares no mercy; hot scaffoldings of his own palms, he curves above Rafayel’s, so your sole choice is but to take. 

“I’m almost, fuck—” Sylus groans a filthy, guttural sound, “you’ve gone so tight, sweetheart.” Burying his face into the stretch of your shoulder, just as Rafayel’s mouth finds yours at the apex of his pleasure, spurting hot within you. 

Sylus’ own release, almost immediately after, his cock pulsates its thick release into your body, surge after surge of it, your body unable to accommodate it entirely. Their combined pleasures, the frenzied brush of both their fingers against your clit, sends you hurtling into your own orgasm, sobbing against Rafayel’s mouth.  

Emptying them both, of their seed, for yourself.

You fall breathless against Sylus, strength and consciousness both seeming to flee with the final sparks of quivering pleasure that jolt about your limbs. Letting yourself rest against the strength of Sylus’ body as he soothes a kiss onto your damp temple. “A job well done, sweetheart.” 

His final words, you accept in immense bliss, before entrusting yourself to your men in your vulnerability.  

A long time has drifted by you, it seems — minutes or hours — you cannot quite tell the difference as your mind edges the cusp of awareness. You recall the sensation of your lovers’ hands upon you, phantom breaths that persist against the expanse of your skin, still. Words of adoration, grunts of desire, the press of their lips you feel within each sweet ache of your body.  

The glancing touch of a hungering mouth, at the places you were weakest. The luxuriating stretch of silken sheets at your back — body coddled in soft fabric — as you shift, eyes drifting open on a haze of lust that still chokes your mind, a simmering wet heat kindling in between your legs. Flowing from you and onto an insistent tongue.  

Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, gaze rushing down the expanse of your body to snag at the sight of a silver-haired head buried in between the space of your legs, moon-pale strands brushing the skin of your thighs in ticklish strokes. “Oh. You’re awake.” Xavier speaks, right into your pussy.  His fingers pulse about the catch of your legs, keeping you steady for a slow sweep of his tongue into your slit. Sending your fingers grappling forwards, into his hair, your hips lurching up into his mouth. 

Cheeks flushing fast into crimson at the realisation of how wet he’s made you, in your slumber alone. 

Xavier relents at last, rising from in between your legs. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” Your slick drenches his lips, smeared across his jaw; the sight sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight in between your legs.   

“Xavier,” your voice sounds hoarse to your own ears. “starlight.” 

He nuzzles his cheek, obedient, into the palm you stretch out for him. Pulses a wet kiss onto the expanse of sensitive skin. “We’re home.” He murmurs, clear cerulean eyes meeting yours. 

“How have you been?” The quiet baritone of Zayne’s voice reaches your ears from above, you notice your head lies cradled within his lap, the pads of roughened fingertips scraping gentle circles into your scalp. You shift yourself upright onto the bed.  

“Well. Now that you’re both here.” You curve coveting fingers about his jaw, luring his face closer to brush a gentle kiss against your lover’s mouth.  

Zayne’s long changed out of his stifling attire, clad in a loose robe — he’s eased himself by your side. Carding absent fingers through the fall of your hair to hold steady, as you greet each other in chaste kisses.  

The day’s harsh lines marred across his bow, softening with each kiss you flitter against his mouth, his cheeks, his lids apiece. He hasn’t had a proper weekend off from the hospital in ages; you’re determined to make the most of it now and help ease your beloved’s nerves tonight, and over the course of your rare days off. 

You all deserved it, this short moment of reprieve, a chance to celebrate and enjoy what was purely yours.  

You inch up across his lap, body much too aware of the moisture that soaks past swollen folds and leaks onto your thighs, an obscenity barely concealed by the flowing frills of your flimsy nightwear, caressing just past your ass. A fact, Xavier has not let you forget, owing to how his hands haven’t deprived you of their warmth, even when his mouth has — slow, stimulating touches across the stretch of your thighs, fingers tickling at the sensitive skin underneath your knees.  

Xavier advances up the length of the bed, with you. His torso draping onto your back, careful hands gathering your hair to shift onto your other side, he grazes a demure kiss onto the crescent of your exposed shoulder. 

You sink down upon Zayne, securing your much needed support, in the palms you press against the hard expanse of his chest. “How was your day?” Murmuring the question into the give of his neck.

“I had a graft and by-pass surgery planned earlier this afternoon.” Zayne replies, fingers trekking a measured path from your throat, down, along the slope of your clavicle; you shiver underneath his scrutiny. “It went well, so I was able to join you sooner rather than much later.”  

“Owing all to your brilliance surely, Dr. Zayne.” Your affectionate smile, you secrete against his mouth. “Xavier, however. I expected you sooner, starlight.”  

He hums — a sound of morose defeat — into your skin. “I nearly dozed on my feet during that unnecessarily long briefing.” Burying his face into the side of your neck, to breathe; his next murmurs stifled. “They could’ve just mailed the mission details to me. I wanted to head back with you too.” 

You laugh softly, sinking your fingers indulgently into the silken strands of his hair. “Captain Jenna would be so upset if she heard you right now.” 

“And you.” Large palms cup about the pliant flare of your waist, your breath hitches at Zayne’s provocative touch. “It certainly looks like those two did a somewhat decent job of taking care of you in our absence. The colour’s back in your cheeks.” 

You smile, sheepish, at the remembrance of your last meeting; his displeased frown, vivid, from across the barrier of his work desk, as he’d prescribed a few vitamins for you to take, owing to the sallow pallor that had taken your face, an aftermath of long sleepless nights chasing Wanderers.

“Oh, they have.” You assure, “Speaking of, where are my missing two?” 

Xavier’s teeth sink into a testing bite at the flesh of your neck. “Fixing a meal I think, Sylus mentioned.” He murmurs absently. 

“Ah. We should all have—” your voice fractures. “dinner together.” 

“Later.” Zayne leans forward, mouth skimming a gentle kiss in between your breasts. “Right now, I require you sate a different hunger of mine.” Teeth catching at the gauzy fabric of your lingerie. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” The low rugged quality to his request, pooling arousal deep into your belly.  

“I like how she looks in this,” Xavier smooths a touch down the length of your thigh, fingering, gentle, at the frilled garter of the stocking encasing it. “I’m almost jealous of you, Doctor.”  

“It is becoming on her,” Zayne agrees, large fingers cupping about the shape of your breasts, rolling at the peaks. You shift your hips in a grind upon his thigh, in an anguished effort for further stimulation. “But does the recipient herself approve of my gift?”  

“She does,” you gasp. “If it gets you looking at her with such need, she does—” The rest of your words, Zayne pilfers right into his mouth in an engulfing kiss. 

Strong fingers ghost the pliance of your body, down in between your legs to meet Xavier’s. Hot, glancing touches across your quivering pussy, coating their fingers in copious slick.  

“The doctor looks so wound up,” Xavier comments mildly. “Help him relieve some of that pent-up stress, baby.”  

“You—” Zayne grunts, just as Xavier steers your bodies until you lie, pliant, upon Zayne’s lap, the straining outline of his arousal barely concealed under the modesty of his robes. You moan enthusiastically, fingers undoing the fastenings of his robe to release him, free against eager lips.  

“That looks painful,” Xavier comments with an insouciant shrug, hands firming their grip about your ass to raise. “How long have you been holding back?” 

“Quiet, Xavier.” Zayne reproaches, voice throttled in raw need. 

Your heart and body immediately melting for him, you put your mouth to the head of his cock, taking him in.  

A quiver rips across his abdomen at the first lap of your tongue on him, his fingers gentle, encouraging within your hair. A vehement desire cascades forth: to see him make more of that expression, just for you.  

“Wet him for yourself, just like that.” Xavier encourages on a soft catch of breath, tapered fingers curving into your drenched slit to stroke against your frontal walls. 

Working your tongue steadily, about the generous girth of him — Zayne’s digits remain a patient point of pressure against your scalp — until he hits your throat, pleasant and full, at long last. You groan around him, Zayne swallowing heavily at the vibrations of your throat.  

“Don’t be gentle.” Xavier speaks, releasing himself from the wet confines of your clenching walls — fingers he unfurls forwards, to smear across the free length of Zayne’s cock, your throat could not accommodate.  

You feel Xavier settle heavy, upon the cleft of your ass; the head of his own cock he glides, indolent, in between your dripping folds.  

And just as your insides flutter in impatient emptiness at the baiting stimulation, he enters you on a swift stroke, your garbled sound of pleasure, sending you deeper onto Zayne.  

Xavier sets a furious, punishing pace for the three of you, your mouth working diligent against the hard strain of Zayne’s arousal. Your smothered cries of delight mixing with theirs, heated into the air; Zayne’s low guttural groans stirring deep into your belly, within the same space Xavier works open with his cock.  

Your silver beast descends upon you, mouth working a steady path along the length of your spine, tongue sweeping a cool, wet trail in its wake.  

His fingers reach to tuck stray strands of hair away from your face — easing them behind an ear before he gathers the fall of your hair into a gentle fist, granting an obstructed view of your ruination, to your lover in front. 

The pleasured flush dashed across Zayne’s cheekbones, hurtles higher to witness the wreck of desire you know is upon your face. He looks at you as if he wants to love and ruin you, it sends a jolt of inundating slick, right between your legs.  

Xavier grunts at your tightening walls, licking a strip up the curve of your ear. “Can I—” His voice ruptures in overwhelming arousal. “—inside? I want to. Let me?”  

Your answer; a moan of vehement assent, intermixing with Zayne’s responsive groan. Come for me, Xavier.  

His grip upon your hips turns bruising, pelvis driving hard against your ass until he’s releasing himself; hot, pulsating strokes of come, painting into you.  

He pulls almost immediately out of your quivering walls, palms shifting underneath your body to lift, until he positions you, right atop Zayne’s drenched cock. His seed still spilling out onto the swollen head of him, just as he coaxes your hips down to take Zayne in, the two of you groaning out in concert at your union.  

Zayne surges forwards, sweat soaked forehead pressing against yours; a low, inarticulate curse tumbles from his lips at the clench of your walls, still sensitised from Xavier’s release. 

“You’re burning up.” Long, thick digits curve beneath the nerveless stretch of your thighs, guiding you in deep, measured thrusts over his cock.  Xavier’s ministrations having had you well-prepared to accommodate Zayne in a single stroke. 

On usual days, your body able to accept him only in gradual, pleasurable propulsions, he works deep into your pussy.  

“Lean on me.” Zayne speaks.  

You do as he asks, appreciative of the reprieve allowed to let go and let Zayne guide you both into bliss. His fingers stroke about your entrance, a thumb he grazes against your clit, in an electrifying jolt of pleasure. 

“Come now.” He instructs the man at your back. Soothing a hand down the curve of your spine when you feel Xavier’s arousal, firmed into solid stone once more, at your entrance. You moan at the prospect of what’s to come. Never having accepted any of your lovers into the same space, when Zayne is inside you. 

“Breathe for me.” He asks of you. “Look at me.” And you do, in willing love; gaze finding his, coddled in the comfort of his verdant eyes — steady — even in the heated throes of your combined passion. “I am here for you.”  

Just as the head of Xavier’s cock presses, insistent at the base of Zayne’s, your body beginning to give into him. Zayne hastens to curb his grunt of pleasure into your mouth, tongues moving against the other as Xavier steadily strokes a slow path into you. 

Both your men settling whole and so incredibly full within your body, you sigh in shuddered stimulation when they navigate a rhythm in between your bodies, never leaving you empty for even a moment’s reprieve. A stretch so good, it stirs satisfaction deep into your stomach. The desire for them to leave you drenched up to your womb as you voice it on incoherent whispers, head rolling back onto Xavier’s shoulder.  

Their hands; gripping about the shell of your hips, down upon the flare of your thighs. Across the pinching stimulation of your breasts, your throat. Xavier’s fingers brushing to feel the desperate thrumming of your carotid beneath his hold.  

Sweeping an index across your damp lip, end to end, before he slips a finger into your mouth, toying at the pink of your tongue as it darts out for a taste.  

The fever of your desire streaks higher, passion so incinerating, it only takes Zayne a thumbing caress across your clit before you are convulsing, violent about the two of them in a loud, sobbing cry. Wetness slicking down your thighs despite the way they plug you, their pacing climbing faster with each swift second of inundating pleasure your clenching walls force upon them, chasing a high they seek to release into your body alone.  

And when they come with bated breaths and strangled groans, your combined essence overflows from in between your legs, staining the sheets wide and dark beneath. 

It is only several breathless moments later that you are able to move, body wasted and draped upon your chosen seat — Zayne does not look as if he minds much, smoothing a kiss onto the sweat-slick stretch of your breastbone. “Happy anniversary, my reckless Hunter.” And then in slower, softer words. “I love you.” 

You kiss your response against his mouth; a happy, languorous sound leaving your throat. Curving an arm tighter about Xavier nuzzled into the side of your waist, your gentle beast having settled into a short slumber, after having murmured of needing your warmth close by.  

The doors to their bedroom slide open just then, to admit Sylus, carrying what looks to be an expensive bottle of wine and a set of glasses, nestled onto a salver perched across his arm. Rafayel, following close on heel, with a large tray on hand; the pleasant scent that wafts from the steam laced spice off the fresh spread of food, triggers your bout of hunger.

“Reckless brutes,” Sylus comments, an amused brow he raises upon witnessing the utter disarray of your wrecked states. A smile that skews only wider with the distasteful knit to Zayne’s brow.  

As if he was one to speak, you would’ve snorted in defence, if you weren’t so drained. 

Xavier, too, stirs beside you at the commotion just as the last two men of your heart move to join you upon the vast bed. “Get up and eat.” Sylus instructs, rapping his fist against Xavier’s prone form. 

“You alright?” Rafayel questions, the moment he is seated at your side, reaching to entwine his fingers in between yours, a hoarse sound of approval you respond with, at his pleasant touch.  

In between Zayne and Rafayel, they guide your body into an upright position. 

Your head coasts sideways and onto Rafayel’s shoulder, in languid stupor, as he brings a spoon of hot broth to your lips. “Start with this, you’ll feel better once warmed from the inside.”  

“Warm her, they did already… from the ‘inside’ that is,” Sylus’ licentious whisper reaches your ears from the side, setting your face to an incandescent glow at the recollection. 

“Crude.” Rafayel reproaches — you do not, however, miss the scandalised red that seeps across his ears at his provocations.

You join in quiet laughter at Sylus’ words, burying your face deeper against Rafayel’s skin. A cosy arm he immediately brings about your shoulders to hold you close, as he continues to satiate your other, necessary hunger. 

His scent soothes and settles deep into your lungs, gaze trekking, absent, to the stretch of skin exposed beneath his unbuttoned shirt, from where you smell his perfume strongest. A sudden, stray thought of wanting to lap a path up against him, assaults your mind, sore body responding in feeble protest.  

A shadow falls upon you; Sylus’ thumb brushing, delicate, at the corner of your lips. “Eat well for now. Replenish your strength.” A kiss he nips onto your ear, you shiver at the muted stimulation. 

“Sylus—” 

“You’ll have your fill of us, as much as your heart desires, after.” He promises in decadent whispers.  

Your men, proving true to his words; the rest of your long night spent in seeking love against each other’s skins and within their embrace. 

Until they engrave proof of their existence — devotion and desire — scattered like scarlet jewels along the canvas of your body.

End Notes: This is my first foray into writing this kind of relationship for my favorite media and I enjoyed each excruciating second of agonizing over positions and 🍆s. Although I adore a hot poly romance just as much as the next person (cough Him&Him&Him), it certainly isn’t something I’ll personally be trying again any time soon LOL.

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GOOD FOR YOU

PAIRINGS: nicholas alexander chavez x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

A/N: saw an edit of him w/ this song and had to make a smau based on it:)

yourusername

📍 monte-carlo, monaco

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nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: MONSTERS: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story is streaming now only on @netflix

tagged: @cooperkoch @bardenmantarctic @chloessevigny

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user: the series was inaccurate but you and cooper killed it

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↳ user: of the year*

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yourusername: <3

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user: i was so convinced she was with drew

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↳ yourusername: that’s a secret i’ll never tell;)

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↳ yourusername: he already is, babes 😉

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madisonbeer: gorggg 😍

user: anyone know who it is?

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↳ user: LITERALLY OMGG—

drewstarkey: 😏

↳ user: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?!?

↳ user: they were supposed to be my endgame frrr 🥺

user: he seems hot

user: gorgeous girl! 😍

nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: monthly recap

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user: SIR—

user: hitting me with a thirst trap already?!?? 👀

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↳ user: i’m confused, what?!?

↳ user: look at yn’s recent post

↳ user: bItch OMG

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↳ user: it’s what we’re all trying to figure out

cooperkoch: 🙂‍↕️

user: finest man everrrrrrr

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↳ user: say it louder, bestie

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yourusername: lover era 💋

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user: THE HARD LAUNCH WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

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↳ yourusername: cats out the bag, i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

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↳ yourusername: i love youuuu 💋

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nicholasalexanderchavez: 🙂‍↕️

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↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: you 😉

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↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: heading upstairs right now

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↳ yourusername: same!

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user: @yourusername BABES, HE’S SOOO FINE 😭

user: this man is so fine 😍

user: it’s not a want, it’s a NEED

user: nicholas, let me just be one of your girls 🙏🏼

user: my body had a reaction to the third post

cooperkoch: was the text really necessary? 🤔

↳ user: 😂 cooper

user: thE THIRD POST

user: finest man ever, i swear

user: father of my kids (real) 😩

nicholasalexanderchavez and behindtheblinds

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behindtheblinds: All eyes on him! Nicholas Alexander Chavez @nicholasalexanderchavez — the next cover star of our new HIGH ROMANCE FW 24 issue —

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yourusername: dear lord, when i go to heaven

yourusername: that’s my man, guys 🫦

↳ user: we get it, girl, we get it 😭

↳ user: okay— stop rubbing it on my face, please

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: all yours baby @yourusername

yourusername: #ineeditdeepinsideme

↳ user: YN?!!?? (you’re so real for this)

yourusername: soooo fine oml 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: that’s you, my love 😘

user: of course yn is here in the comment being thirsty LMAO

user: YN’s COMMENt 😭

cooperkoch: slayyy

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: 🫶🏼

user: i’m not a waitress but i’ll take the tip

nicholasalexanderchavez: mwahh

user: WE NEED A COLLAB W CALVIN KLEIN

user: dream ride 😩

user: LORD HAVE MERCY

user: i knew i’d find yn here

user: i wanna thank beyonce for your existence

user: alright— who took my pants?

user: i need to know if he’s seen the edits

↳ user: yn confirmed that he does in fact know about the edits

user: yn, i’m so jealous of you 😭

yourusername: you look soooo good 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: YOU look good;) you know you do

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: you better feel good

↳ yourusername: I LOVE YOUUUUU ❤️

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: I LOVE YOUUUU TOO ❤️

[hachiane]

ranking the LADS boys on who takes the best Instagram photos for you

a/n — just my headcanons!! may be OOC, majorly she/her reader pronouns

count : 950 words

#1 Rafayel Qi

— takes one look at your inspo photos and scoffs, “puh-leaase, i can do better than that.”. under his calm exterior, his painter's eye is roaring to life, the gears in his brain immediately turning when your phone is passed into his hands.

Rafayel matches your freak instantly and pretends he is like every photograph boyfriend every it-girl online seems to have; he's guiding you to pose, where to place your hands, tilt your face so he captures all your best angles, even the ones you didn't think you had. your personal hypeman as he snaps away, "yesss, cutie! you look so good!' "kill me with those sexy eyes of yours!" "makeup on point! show off your pretty lashes!"

it doesn't end there. Rafayel is also looking over your shoulder helping you choose the best shots, giving his small comments and suggestions as you edit them in your phone, things like "up the contrast, the shadows are dark in this one" or "why are you cropping like that? this makes you look taller".

after your impromptu photoshoot, he sings praises about you being the most beautiful muse, the cutest bodyguard. and of course, you have to take some couple selfies with him too as reward for his hard work.

Rafayel is your first like, first comment when you post, bombarding your notifications with comments. “that’s my bodyguard right there 😍” “you’re sooooooo hot 🔥🔥” “slay queen 💅🏼✨”

he'll do everything again, no doubt about it.

#2 Xavier Shen

— when you asked him the first time, he was hesitant. he says he read a book about it but never put it to practice, warning you that you might be disappointed. you shove your phone into his hands and that you're fine with whatever he gets in the end. (unintentionally that awakens his inner prince, determined to ensure his princess look her best in every frame)

the entire time, Xavier says nothing. you hear him snap away and hum to himself, but he's not saying anything to you; doesn't tell you how to pose, where to place your hands or if you should be looking at him. so most of the time, you’re by yourself testing out the poses you saw online and placing your blind, full-hearted trust that he gets the picture you imagined. 

the thing is, while poses look good on you, Xavier behind the camera much prefers your candid moments, because these says much more about you than poses other people have thought of. you in your natural state is the most beautiful to him, and he says so, “i only take pictures of pretty things and you like this is the most pretty to me”.

later, being the old soul he is, he purchases a polaroid printer to get physical copies of your photos and stashes them away in a journal or box, for these memories of you deserve to last lifetimes.

#3 Sylus Qin

— his pictures of you are decent enough. when you asked him the first time, he says he’ll get you a personal photographer if you so desire good photos, but your cutesy pleading and debating your point about the sentimental value of photos taken by him makes him give in. he follows your inspo photos to the T, but because of his height, you notice the angles are slightly higher than what they should be. like Xavier, he doesn't tell you how to pose; he just taps away on the shutter button as he moves around you here and there, occasionally hunching down for a low angle shot, with his other hand in his pocket, nonchalant as Sylus usually is.

accidentally left the live photo feature on for most of your photos, and while perturbed at first, those become his favourites; he gets to see a glimpse of your genuine smile at his ministrations before your expressions snap into a smouldering, radiant look that he would fall to his knees for time and time again. he sends the photos to himself afterwards without asking, shrugging when you question him about it when he was being so indifferent at first, “sentimental value, kitten”.

#4 Zayne Li

— unfortunately, Zayne takes photos like an aged father with two daughters; straight on, no angles, no direction, not much effort given the first few times. but after seeing your slightly disappointed look as you review the photos, even when you reassure him you're okay with them, he knows he’d done you wrong.

the next day, Zayne promptly asks his female colleagues and acquaintances with a photography hobby at the hospital for some tips and crash courses. of course they oblige him (because who could say no to the Dr Zayne when he asks for a favour?) with simple go-tos and the tricks. and Zayne being Zayne, he notes them all down in his personal notebook, studies it in his downtime, brings it home to read and practice on some "subjects" lying around the house: your collectible figures, the fresh bouquet for the living room, and so forth.

the next time the opportunity comes up, he breaks it to you he's been studying for this exact moment and asks if you would give him another attempt. although the photos end up not what you expected when he said he's been "learning", it's miles better than the first few times. Zayne would look at you expectantly for your reaction, and he heaves a sigh of assured relief when you compliment his improvement. when you post the recent photo he took of you, he cracks the widest smile he's had all week, liking and saving the photo to make it his phone background (though you've probably already sent it to him).

[sowhat-whynot]

Boyfriend tag!

request: “maybe do our own version of doing his makeup like mandy did w martin?”

a/n: this request had a few ideas in one btw also this is my first lil story on here so go easy on me, queens.

bf!hamzah x fem reader

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 ꩜ .ᐟ

Being a youtuber was fun cuz you got to come up with your own ideas and no one could stop you so naturally, you wanted to piss Hamzah off a bit. You had asked him to come film a ‘boyfriend tag’ video with you but there was something he didn’t know…that you’d also be doing his makeup while answering questions.

filming…

“Hi loves! Welcome back to my channel today I have someone special with me, my boyfriend” you say excitedly.

“Hi everyone! I’m so pumped to be on here” Hamzah says, pumping his fist a little.

“Why dont you tell em what we’re doing today” you say with a smirk.

“She’s gonna give me that hawk tuah on cam!!” Hamzah giggles.

“Hamzah what the hell is wrong with you” you look at him in disgust.

“I’m sorry…so, we’re doing a boyfriend tag and this is basically for y/n’s viewers to kinda get to know me since I might pop into frame from time to time and then you guys are gonna comment ‘who is that fine sexy man in the background’ and you’ll know it’s me!” Hamzah explains.

“You explained that perfectly but I have a surprise for you” Hamzah look a bit confused.

“I’m gonna make you look beautiful and do your makeup, like I’ve always wanted to!!!”

“Are you serious” He stares at the camera.

“Yes, because one day Hamzah was watching me do my makeup and asked ‘how do ya know how to do that’ and today’s your lucky day, babe. You’re gonna find out” you explain.

“You know what whatever” Hamzah gave in.

-

You face towards your boyfriend to apply foundation with a brush while asking a few questions you came up with.

“Hamzah tell the viewers you name and birthday”

“Is this a joke?” He laughed, not believing that this was the whole point of the video.

“Just answer bruh. The viewers wanna know!” You say as you blend the foundation into his skin.

“Hi i’m Hamzah and i was born on March 5th, 2002”

“Ok, next question is ‘describe your high school self in 5 words’”

“Hot, cool, goofy, got bitches” He proudly answered.

“You know what..hell yeah! Except for the last one i know you got no girls and they probably all ran away from you boi”

“Next question, y/n”

You continued on with the question and you were the happiest girl alive giving your boyfriend the makeover of his life. You smiled while applying some of your pretty pink blush on his cheeks. You two got so distracted from goofing around it made it hard to take the youtube video seriously.

“No way it takes this long to apply all of this. You girls do this everyday??” He asked, appreciating your hard work.

“Yeah but honestly it’s not about how long it takes, it’s about how gorgeous you’re gonna look at the end. Like a pretty princess”

“Oh my god” Hamzah turns his head away from you.

“Look at me Hamzah i still have more questions” your hand reaches to his chin making him look at you.

“Next question is ‘do you remember our first date’” you ask while applying press powder on his face.

“Of course I do! It was a fun picnic date and I gave you a kitty plushy as a gift and we ate yummy food and I couldn’t take my eyes off you, i still can’t, you’re just so beautiful. Even the dress you wore. It’s forever engraved in my mind” His words are so genuine it makes your heart melt.

“Aww babe that’s actually so sweet i love you” you practically look at him with heart eyes.

“Okay is the makeup almost done i wanna see”

“You ruined the moment..yeah i just gonna curl your lashes and put on a lippie”

“I don’t know what you just said but please do it fast” he impatiently said.

“Hamzah don’t move your eye im gonna curl it”

“What da hell is that tool!” He yelled.

“Bro bear with me and do as i say” you gently clamped his lashes and apply mascara on him.

You added some finishing touches: eye glitter, eyeliner, and a glossy lip. You turn to the camera and giggle a bit.

“Is it bad? Can i see y/n! Stop laughing” Hamzah said.

“Guys i think i did a beautiful job. Look at it!!! The eyes are so cute” You grabbed the camera and did a close up shot.

You prop the camera back on the tripod and grabbed a mirror to reveal the final look to him.

“Okkk now look” You handed the mirror to Hamzah.

“Holy shit y/n…i look different” he gasps as he touches the eye makeup.

“You’re giving Hamzah Charles” you laughed.

“Honestly guys she did a good job and i think i’m into boys now” he said to the camera.

“Okay i’m ending this video” you quickly say.

You did your usual outro and Hamzah just smiled while you did so. You turned your camera off and giggled at Hamzah. He gave a confused laugh, not really sure what was so funny.

“Now we’re gonna do a photo shoot” you jump in excitement.

“Are you serious!”

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Clever boy - Eddie Diaz smut

Summary: after weeks of tricking you into thinking he’s a bottom, Eddie pulls the ultimate switch engaging in a very sexy game of sex.

Warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, bottom! Eddie, top! Eddie

Eddie was a smart man, clever in fact, He had been seeing y/n for weeks, and it's been the most fun he's had. After having a long talk with his best friend about his quickly drying up sex life, he went out and found someone to spice it up, and that's exactly what you did.

For weeks, he had put up with being submissive with you, letting you think you had full control of his body, but that was the fun part, he was gonna flip your entire world around tonight. You had both talked about it previously, what would happen if he ever decided he was taking control, you had no issue, telling him it was at his own pace, but you'll miss his submissive side.

As you walked into your boyfriend's apartment, you couldn't help but to feel like you were being watched. Shuttering as you walked down the hall you sighed "Eddie! This isn't funny! Your text said it was an emergency!" You shouted "I swear you're gonna regret this, Edmundo" You sneered, looking into his bedroom, and yet, nobody. As you went to turn around to search the living room again, you were met with a torso dressed in a nice blue suit, you could tell just by the fabric it was expensive. You gasped taking a step back to run, but a hand grabbed you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest, looking up you were met with Eddie's coy smirk. "Relax. I've got you, princesa" He whispered "I think we need to have a little chat" He whispered, almost like you were in trouble. "Edmundo, I left work for this, you're so gonna re-" He cut you off with a harsh glare "Hush" He demanded walking you backwards to a chair in the corner of his bedroom. You let out a breath of air as you felt yourself fall into the seat, looking up at Eddie, fully taking in how hot he was.

"I've let you prance around, letting you think your in charge..but papi's getting a little bored of it" Eddie whispered, leaning down grabbing the armrests, meeting you at eye level. "Eddie" You warned, resting your hands on his about to stand up, but he quickly rotated his wrists, trapping your hands "Not uh, stay." He demanded, his tone deep, almost unrecognizable. "What're you doing?" You asked, slowly growing more irritated as he spoke "I like to play with my food, y/n" He whispered in your ear before biting your neck gently "But this is my game, and it's time, we're both on the same page" He continued, kneeling on the ground slowly, not breaking eye contact with you "Don't get me wrong princesa, I love watching you tell me what to do, its adorable, but now I need you" He grunted pulling off your leggings with ease, running his hands up and down your thighs slowly.

"Yes sir" You said jokingly, rolling your eyes, Eddie was quick to grab your jaw roughly "Keep up the attitude, brat. Now. Again without the bitchiness" He spat, you shifted in your seat, now feeling extremely nervous under his gaze. "Yes sir" Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel his deep breaths against your inner thigh, looking down you moaned under your breath, Eddie's head was placed perfectly between your thighs, his eyes never taking their gaze off of your face. "buena nina" Eddie praised, you gulped, watching his hand creep up your thigh towards your underwear. "E-Eddie" You whined, he grunted, swatting your ass swiftly "Sir?.." You questioned, he responded by raising his gaze back to you, you were trying desperately to find the words "Speak, mami" He whispered, kissing your inner thigh softly, god damnit this man is gonna kill you. You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry, your heart was racing with excitement. Eddie gently took your wrist into his palm, pressing his fingertips against your artery to find your pulse "Hey, you're okay, princesa, relax" He whispered kissing your palm gently "I've got you" Eddie added on before pulling you up and towards the bed "I want you, sir" You finally mustered out, the smirk on his face returned, and so did the dark look in his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask, mami" Eddie whispered before pulling off his shirt, you grunted grabbing his belt undoing it yourself, you could see how hard Eddie was breathing once his shirt was off. Before Eddie could do anything else he rolled onto his side "W-Wha..-" You whimpered, Eddie chuckled "I wanna see you be mami again" He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing, and my lord was Buck right, this is totally spicing things up. "Very funny" You said, trying to keep your voice level, but failing miserably. It was almost crazy how Eddie managed to switch, his gaze changing to look at you with full submission and admiration. "Please, mami, please" He begged, letting his head fall into the pillows, you took in a shaky breath, the knot in your stomach was so tight you felt like you could puke. "More" You demanded quietly, ghosting your hand over his cock that was pressed against his slacks so much you could start to see outlines. "I can't hear you, mami! please touch me anywhere" He begged, his back arching as he tried to grind against your hand, you felt a wave of confidence rush over you, pressing your hand down, watching as he bit his lip fighting back a moan "Yes! fuck!" He grunted as you straddled him, leaning down ghosting your lips over his, right as you felt like you started to get control, Eddie quickly flipped you over "My turn, mami" He whispered in your ear, pinning your hands above your head, you leaned further back on the bed, your underwear was soaked, you could feel it between your legs as you squeezed your legs together "Naughty girl" He whispered using his other hand to open your legs, using his leg to keep them open "I'm s-sorry, you're just so fucking hot, and not doing anything" You whined, grinding against nothing trying to find any type of friction. Eddie smirked pressing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp, digging your nails into the side of his hand.

"What, princesa? What do you want from me?" He teased, tracing his fingertips over your clit, even with a thong on, you could still feel everything. "Fuck me, Eddie, please" You begged, Eddie was about to cum right there, since you two had gotten together he had never heard you beg, especially not for him. "Fuck..." He whispered, you watched as Eddie looked down towards his slacks then slowly working his gaze up your body. "Please, sir, please fuck me, Eddie, I need you, please" You whined, arching your back desperate to feel his skin against yours. Your boyfriend dropped his hold on your hands, ripping his own slacks off as he kissed you deeply, you kissed back happily. You felt his tongue slowly find it's way into your mouth, his hands busy with other things, you gasped as you felt him push into you slowly.

"Such a slut for me" You heard him grunt, you bit your lip watching him lean up, running a hand through his hair as he bottomed out inside of you, taking your opportunity you ran your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines. He grunted thrusting his hips taking you by surprise "Oh my god" You panted trying to lean up to kiss him, but Eddie pressed a hand onto your chest forcing you back onto the bed. He took your hips in his hands flipping you both again "We're gonna play a game, got that, princesa?" He asked, you met his gaze finally as he lifted your chin with his finger "Yes sir.." You whispered, biting your lip, desperate for him to do anything, you felt like you were going to die if you didn't cum soon.

"We're gonna switch..to see who cums faster" He whispered "Just to see who's a better dominate" He added on, you nodded faintly, Eddie looking towards you, grasping any sense of reality you had, you started grinding your hips against his. You could feel his legs tense, his fists grabbing at the sheets "What, baby? Is this too much?.." You teased, running your hands up and down his chest "N-No no please don't stop, don't stop" He whined, you grabbed the base of his neck, making eye contact with him "Don't worry, mami will make it feel better" You teased further, as you started moving your hips faster, Eddie moaned loudly, bucking his hips up meeting your grinds. You stopped immediately, squeezing his neck just enough to cause his cock to twitch inside of you “did you ask to fuck me?” You growled, Eddie smirked flipping you, reversing the roles as he know held your neck “I don’t need permission to fuck mi amor whenever my cock is buried inside of her” he growled, bucking his hips harshly, you whined covering your mouth much to Eddie’s disliking “did I say be quiet? Papi wants to hear you” he whispered biting your collarbone lightly as he slammed his cock further inside of you “Eddie!” You screamed out arching your back “buena nina” he growled not slowing his pace “fuck Eddie!-“ you moaned “say it.” Eddie demanded squeezing your neck roughly “f-fuck! Only you can fuck me like this!” You moaned, feeling yourself near that edge before Eddie flipped you again. My lord you wanted to smack him, why couldn’t he just let you cum?

“You fucking brat” you growled “I was so fucking close” you added on grinding against him, watching him lick his lips as an idea sprung into your head. Pulling yourself off of him, his face fell in pure sorrow “w-what? Baby p-please!” He begged thinking you were ending the game, maybe he went to far, he never should’ve done this, as his chest started to tighten he felt your hand cup his cheek. “You’re okay..you’re gonna help mami” you whispered grabbing his hair, repositioning his hand, almost as soon as it came out of your mouth, Eddie visibly calmed down with his anxiety, holding your thighs to hold you steady. “Ready?..” you whispered “you don’t stop till I say.” You said before grabbing his chin “only outside. I’m not losing” you challenged, Eddie whined loudly, leaning his head up before you pulled his hair pushing it back down on the bed. “Stop it” you growled smacking his cheek gently before lowering yourself onto his mouth. His tongue attacked you like he was starving, licking up any wetness that had made its way out of your pussy, you could feel his tongue going over your clit as you grinded against it.

“Just like that baby!” You moaned arching your back, you could feel his nails digging into your skin before feeling his tongue push inside of you, you immediately curled in pleasure, tightening your grip on his hair as he flicked his tongue inside of you. “Ooh” you moaned loudly as you attempted to lift your hips off of his face but he held you down, as his eyes flipped towards your gaze you could see the darkness cloud back in and immediately you knew you were fucked, literally.

His tongue moved a lot faster, at a speed that even shocked you as his head bobbed slightly as he continued to eat you out “oh fuck! Fuck papi! Fuck!” You whined your voice going higher as you grinded against his face, his grip tightened on your legs, flipping you onto your back as he threw your legs over his shoulders. You whined trying to pull yourself off of him, his speed being way too much combined with your sensitivity “I-i can’t-“ you whimpered, Eddie pulled his mouth away from you, a dangerous glare on his face “you can take it. You’re my buena nina, you can take it. I wanna taste you, I want to see my slut make a complete mess” he growled before pulling your hips back down to continue his abuse on your pussy.

“Eddie!” You cried out, feeling his tongue flatten against your clit, along with three fingers pushing their way inside of you “fuck papi!” You cried out digging your nails into his shoulders “my little fucking slut” he spat curling his fingers, you whined, Eddie grunted pulling his fingers out before replacing it with his tongue again, taking your breath away.

“Cum for me princesa” he whispered, you clenched your teeth shaking your head “no?..we’ll see about that” he whispered against your thigh. “Papi got a present” he smirked reaching up towards his night stand pulling out a small pink device. Pressing a button the small object buzzed to life making you whine loudly, your legs visibly shaking with anticipation. “You want this, slut?” He asked, leaning in front of your pussy making you whimper nodding your head rapidly “want you to make me cum, please papi” you whimpered spreading your legs wider, almost like an invitation.

You almost screamed as he pressed the vibrator on your clit full power, shoving his tongue back inside of you, returning to his job of eating your pussy out. You bucked your hips quickly against Eddie’s face, almost ripping a hole in the sheets from how tight you were squeezing them. You could see Eddie grinding his hips into the mattress, that was almost enough to make you cum. You gasped, the knot in your stomach exploding out of nowhere against Eddie’s mouth, his tongue licking everything your body offered. You slowly pushed him onto his back, leaning forward to slip him into your mouth, letting his cock slip down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Eddie smirked moving your leg to the other side of his head pushing the vibrator inside of your pussy turning it on. The sensation took you by surprise, making you choke slightly around him, he groaned bucking his hip, using his other hand to guide your head pushing your head down repeatedly, making sure you didn’t gag too much. “Fuck yea baby, just like that. Take my cock, you’re so fucking good at it” he growled moving the vibrator in and out of you, you could feel the knot quickly forming again as you pressed back against it, swallowing around him again.

Eddie growled bucking his hips up, bottoming out down your throat, you swallowed around him making him tense, trying to shove his cock deeper inside of your throat if possible, he pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go inside of you. You moaned around him feeling his cum shoot down your throat, the feeling itself made you cum again, this time squirting on the toy and a little on his hand and mouth. “Fuck yes. Every night. From now on” you panted slowly falling onto your back next to him “deal” he panted

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Ohhh boy wow. Just saw Challengers and my God my bisexual brain was firing all signals. Like within the first five minutes I realised 2 things about this movie. 1 it understands that tennis is a truly boring sport and instead makes it an incredibly sweaty, sexy, compelling game to watch. 2 this movie is bi as all hell and equally in love with all 3 of these people (as was I by the end of the movie).

SPOILERS:

God I was enraptured I think this films pretty subjective and can be seen in a few different ways but I just saw it as 3 people who think their playing the same game but none of them really are. Zendayas playing to win at Tennis, when she can't do it herself she plays through her husband. Art is playing to win the woman he thinks he loves and needs.

And Patrick is the most interesting of all, is he playing because unlike those two he actually needs to out of monetary needs? Maybe but doubt it. Is he playing to win Zendaya? And willing to be her champion unlike Art? Possibly but honestly I think it's the third option. He's playing to get back Art, Art is always a presense in their relationship and he puts him before himself. For sure the unusual sexual history between them is there. The strong friendship turned rivalry. The sheer sexual tension (Goddamn that churro!!) But oddly enough for the guy who may seem like the disloyal asshole type of the three he is both the most honest and oddly loyal. He may sleep with Zendaya but the second she asks him to throw the match? He's furious, he's insulted and refuses. But NOT for himself but for Art. His first words are "How could you do that to Art?" To cheapen his victory, if he were to know would crush Art. Art is always at the tip of his tounge and whats happening.

When they start making out in the dorm Zendaya won't stop talking about tennis but equally whats Patrick talking about? Art. When he finds out Arts not just interested in Zendaya but is acting snakey he's proud.

And god that sauna scene?? (I mean yeah its hot but I mean the dialouge!) He asks Art if he'd miss it and he completely doesn't understand what he's really asking. He once again is talking to somone who thinks their talking about tennis but he's talking about anything but.

I knew that bloody signal was gonna come back and when they had sex in the car I was like "okay this is it, he's gonna tell Art" but the question was.. will it be to hinder him? Make him lose his cool so he loses the game..? OR will he do it to truly spur Art into a game changing rage and unlock his fighting spirit? And as the scene unfolded I belived it was the latter. And it was NOT for Zendaya because he could've easily thrown the match like she said but NO he wanted Art to win fair and square. He wanted to help him do that.

That wordless communication they share? That Zendayas just sat on the outside of not undertanding but worried? Golden. The brutal match and then that gorgeous smile. When I think Art realises what his friend has done and really why he did it. And Patricks, the sheer joy of seeing Art smile at him again. That beautiful, fly through the air and that throw of his own racket down so he can catch Art as he gloriously wins the match. Because tennis was never really what mattered to Patrick, and neither was it really to Art. And despite it being Arts victory they've really both won.

And Zendayas roar of victory from the crowd to me was almost funny. Because she won too. Her husband, her extension of her own career and self won his match with his challenge. His/her past. She also sees it as a victory even though I really won't be suprised if it's lost her both her husband and her back up career/boyfriend. And maybe she won't mind that so much because she got what she wanted. Because she was playing a different game.

Also banging soundtrack, loved it. Also this is just my view of the film and it really can be read multiple ways I'm sure, would love to hear other peoples ideas on it! What can I say I just love some bi emotional drama!

Also Im seeing it again friday so any incorrect quotes, extra thoughts or such I'll probs fix then haha

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2.7K Words. tags: Committed Relationship AU, Date Night/Car Sex AU, (Ownership kink??? I don’t know wtf I’m talking about), Your man asks if he can get you tatted on him.

“Can I get your name tattooed?” You almost spit your drink out at the question. You turn to your boyfriend absolutely stunned. “A tattoo? O-Of what?” You couldn’t believe how casual he was as if he wasn’t essentially asking to be imprinted. He shrugged his shoulders saying, “I don’t know maybe your name? Maybe a symbol or honestly whatever you want to see on me.” You stared analytically at him. Was this his attempt at a prank or your sincere realization your man was crazy. “Are you serious? Where would you get it? What if people see it and ask about it? Oh my- boy youre wildin’ right now.” You had to laugh. This was the most outrageous he could’ve ever been but nothing really about his expression changed. If anything he seemed a bit disappointed at your reaction. You saw the slight fall of his eyes, oh no he’s deadass.

You sat back sincerely considering your man with your name on his body. What seemed the most appealing? His face? Absolutely not…his neck? Maybe but kinda ghetto. As if fixating on the perfect sketch you cleared several versions of it through your head: arms, back, legs, hands. You thought of the big words branded across men like Tupac or Cholos, and while absolutely hot…it didn’t suit him. You thought of how sexy tattoos were ones that peeked out—those conversations starters when you just can’t get the image of it without a full closer inspection. You thought of his ribs, his collar bone, his wrists…what seemed an awkward silence for him was a deep meditation that led you to consider it now with more excitement than consolation.

“Okay,” you returned to him with your considerations. “I thought about tattoos of all kinds all over you…it’s pretty hot.” He rolled his eyes at you. “No-no,” you went for his thigh grabbing it in reassurance. “I’m so serious right now.” It was hard in your very unserious, light hearted relationship to maintain a kind of sincerity that wouldn’t send the both of you laughing your heads off. You understood he really liked the idea of it and you didn’t mean to have shut him down. He heard you. Trying his best to not openly forgive you because his pout earned him a pleading and yearning partner. He liked when you made up to him. “Y/N,” his face fell. “It really hurt me.” A cold wind caught him and his face sunk so deep you thought he would wither away. “Baby, I’m serious. You would look so good but I had to think on what suited you.” His ears perked up a bit, raising a quizzical brow towards you but still sulking. You sat up in the car seat leaning over to grab his face and kiss him all over. Before whispering which spots had riled you up the most you kissed him deeply running a finger across his ear which sent a shiver through him.

“So I thought about the obvious: your face, your arms, your hands. I thought I liked something being on your ribs or your wrists. I still do BUT I decided top two goes to the collar bone or your fingers.” He had to scoff to himself. Of course you chose the most sensitive, possibly painful areas. You didn’t have tattoos yourself, not against them, but not up for the possible pain at all. He, on the other hand, was very tatted including a full sleeve. It was his thing so to speak so the idea of getting your name tatted seemed less and less crazy. “Hmmm, you like those places?” He watched your eyes linger on his neck and clavicle wishing to decorate him in hickies to show your earnestness. “Mmhmm.” You touched along his neck and collarbones earning a muffled groan. He twitched under your tickling fingers watching you dazed.

You unlocked your seat belt and leaned over grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into a sloppy, eager kiss. “You sure?” He always is the one to double, triple, quadruple check. “Yes baby,” you pull away to look him in the eyes. “I just immediately thought of those huge ass ones you see people get on social media.” You scoffed a bit thinking of images of blazing red skin with huge cursive names. You had no issue if it were family members or even friends, but lovers? Seemed a bit too close to branding and ownership, and you never knew of a lasting relationship with that going on.

Unbeknownst to you your bae’s absolute acceptance of being yours. He heard once of someone in the media proving his love to his new girl by tatting his dick…. He thought long and hard about it…honestly into it. And had you thrown that out there, even if a pure joke—He’d win by trolling you with your name inked large across his length. He’d fuck you into the mattress, dick hitting your cervix unknown to you until pillow talk time. How’d he’d thank both Y/Ns for the fabulous time tonight. How he knew you’d snap up and throw the blankets away quizzically investigating his cock. How he loved the idea of not telling you at all…seeing how long it took before you’d scream in astonishment lamenting his idiotic love struck ways. But he’ll settle for now.

He liked the idea of his fingers…closest thing he had comparable to his dick given their own girth and length. How two fingers were genuinely too much for you until you grew fully accustomed to his cock. How when he tried to enter a third once you winced looking back at him like the devil. “Don’t piss me off,” you spat closing your eyes with a lifted warning brow. “You know you be trying to do too much.” He was sympathetic but horny. And had the worst kind of fantasies pinning you in all sorts of positions, crumbling you up into a sex ball. You were so beautiful all the time. Now sitting in his car at the top of a parking garage, after an amazing night out where you both seemed to fall in love all over again. He really felt compelled to ask, damn near blurting the question out. “Would you get a tattoo of my name?” You didn’t have to think long this time. “Nope. Not your name.” His face fell, he couldn’t even hide it. You knew what you were doing leaning over to reach your hand in between his legs, cupping his balls and dick easily. “I’d get a symbol for you. Or like an animal. You know I like subtle things.” You rub his tip through his pants almost luring a whimper from him. He swallowed hard. “Tell me more.” “What? I don’t know there’s really so many things I associate with you or us…I weirdly want it to be perfect. I want it to mean I love you, I trust you, and thank you all at once. Not my fault I’m sentimental.” You tease yourself and him laughing softly. “I’m just…actually happy as fuck to know you’d consider it. You don’t have to, baby girl.” “Aht aht,” you tisk. “Already in motion, you know I was thinking about finally getting one too? So I’ll really think about it and I want your help okay??”

How could you look at him so innocently when your hands were making it hard to keep his eyes open. How could you so lovingly declare all this as he adjusts his waist to more firmly plant himself in your palm. How you squeeze him ever so slightly eliciting a full blown moan. You wanted him bad. The night out, the drinks, the conversation over ice cream, now sitting with your love as the night sky passed on. It was perfect. You leaned up in the seat on your knees, reaching over him to crank his seat back. It went down smoothly and he set both arms behind his head. Ready for you to handle him however you pleased.

You leapt over onto him sitting flush on his extremely hard, bulging length. You cooed at the sensation of pressure against your clit slowly grinding against him. He didn’t wanna control you this time but it was hard to not go to grab at you, to which you swatted his reaching hungry arms away. “Uh uh,” was all you had to say. You needed him inside you now. You lifted your hips, giving you space to undo and unzip his pants. You learned with him he doesn’t put on underwear all the time. And considering how his outfit squeezed him all over perfectly—You didn’t want your favorite guy all smothered and claustrophobic. He needed to breathe didn’t he?? His dick agreed hungrily leaping out his pants thwacking against his belly. You spit in your hand taking him in it with a sloppy dribble of saliva falling to his tip. He shivered throwing his head back. You pumped him swirling your thumb over his blazing leaking tip. He was nothing more than a mumbling, groaning, praising mess. “Fuck, you know what you doing, Y/N.” He can’t help himself. He knows you like to treat him like this, like your little bitch.

His chest was lifting and lowering so erratically. His abs tensing and sweat brimming all over his skin. He wanted to get inside you, fuck your hands. “Mmm, baby please.” He cooes. “Sit on me baby, I need to feel that.” You obeyed swiftly giving him a few more hard pumps making his head lift as his mouth was agape breathlessly. “I got you. You know I do.” You lifted up, your ass facing the windshield. You pulled your panties to the side with one hand, still keeping the other on his waiting cock. He watched you in awe, how fierce you were when you wanted him. How he loved how loud you were and couldn’t wait to hear his name ring his ears as your shameless calls for him filled the car.

You lifted his dick vertical to your pussy, squatting down meeting his hot wet tip to your soaking loving core. When he entered it felt like heaven. What little stress you had already gone, so it was nothing for you to bounce down on him roughly. Both of you yelping at the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix. “Hey, be gentle. Don’t hurt yourself.” He said cautiously. He didn’t care about himself but you? No, don’t hurt yourself or even discomfort yourself just to feel him.

He took extreme pride in treating you like a princess even declining trying degradation. You, a bit too persistant at a point causing him to snap: “You can like what you like but I’m not degrading you. That’s my last word about it. Find someone else if it’s that big of a deal.” He was frustrated and regretted the last sentence the minute he finished. How he couldn’t face you cause he knew tears had fallen. How you gasped at his rejection and meanness, storming out of his apartment. How the minute the door slammed he rushed to his phone calling you profusely. How he showed up to your place with tears of his own. How he kinda maybe went a little too crazy banging on your door like a madman demanding to talk to you. When then as you opened the door warning of a police call for disturbance he blew past you into your living room. How he kinda scream talked his way through admitting he was so in love with you, so literally stuck on you he couldn’t imagine himself talking down on you. It just wasn’t him.

How you just wanted him to calm down and that you understood. You really did. Reaching towards your bellowing boyfriend cooing him to cry it out in your bosom. How he ended up more upset than you just because he felt awful even snapping at you like that. How you rolled your eyes at yourself thinking while he might be domineering he was a big ole baby. How you told him you accepted his apology, leaning him away from you and hitting your knees to suck him off. How he broke through the tears saying he didn’t even deserve this but you shut him up with a swirl of your tongue.

How now he had no choice but to give you the entire fucking world. How you unlocked a kink of being dominated for him. Sitting back with his head resting up, watching you use him to your delight. How his cock twitched inside you and his hips lifted in mindless splendor. The car nothing but an enclosed cacophony of praise, I love you’s, and the sloppy slick of your fluids as they kept you two sticky and connected. The weight of your ass on his pelvis as his hands guided you up and down. How your head was thrown back like an animal, calling out to him how only his cock could make you feel this way. How he demanded you say more, more about him and his dick and how useful he was to you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” you couldn’t even think straight. Your mind overwhelmed with the orgasm you actually didn’t want to reach yet. Truly how sweet his cock met the ridges of your pillowy heat. You really didn’t want to stop but when you gazed at him he was as gone as you. His eyes closed tight, so tight you almost told him relax. His arms extended, flexing every active vein as he held your ass while you began growing even wetter around him. “Ain’t no way,” his hips stall slightly. “You’re so fucking wet, it doesn’t even feel like I’m in you. Ah, you so fucking good to me baby girl.” You knew by his fighting vocals he was about to cum. His previous warning to take it easy was nothing but noise as you began throwing your pussy down against him. You wanted to cum how you wanted to cum. “Baby, no, I—“ a pathetic accepting mess he was. They better not complain in the morning, he thought. And let you bounce on him mercilessly slapping against him loudly with a bit of a sting. You wanted to feel it in your throat and you did. That rare (less rare with him now your partner) special confusing but absolutely mind numbing pleasure. You seized around him, chocking his cock as you came hard. Your entire body shook now exhausted as you could only just sit on him letting him finish. You bounced as his dick drove in you sloppier and sloppier. “Oh fuck,” his own body now quaking, ropes of semen making your belly warm as your pussy hugged him wanting all he had.

His body went limp and so did yours. You fell on his chest with little concern, nuzzling into his neck peppering him with kisses. “I told you…I told you to not to go so hard…” he scolded wiping his dripping face with his arm. “Mmhmm,” was your only response soon falling asleep with him still inside you. You bundled up so innocently considering the mad woman you had just been. Pleased, full, and ready to cuddle him proper back home.

He kisses you on the forehead, still catching his breath although it is increasingly becoming balanced. You were already about to knock out. “Baby?” He cooed. “Let me put you in the back seat okay? Just rest until we get home, okay?” How now you were his baby princess again. Whatever you wanted, whatever you needed you got. How you mumbled nothing coherent barely able to lift yourself off of him. A bit awkward since you literally couldn’t move but once he laid you down, making sure your legs were comfortable, he kissed you passionately. You couldn’t really kiss back but you did pucker your lips with what little strength you had. He smirked to himself fixing his thankful dick back in his pants and getting in the drivers seat. Keys in the ignition, your couples playlist auxed on low, and a big dumb smile on your lover’s face. “How could I ever disrespect you goofy?” The most he’d ever insult you laughing as he pulls out the parking garage heading on home.

Who: GOJO, CHOSO, Zoro, Nanami, EREN, BAKUGO, Human INUYASHA, Ichigo + whoever else is this love dumb.

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&TEAM Reactions: You tell him he looks like a dad

A/N: I had to write this, dad Hyung Line does something to me 😩 Pairing: &TEAM Hyung Line x Pregnant Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Masterlists: &TEAM KPOP JPOP

EJ

"Euijoo, can you help me? I can't reach the cups and I'm crav- or little one is craving some hot chocolate.." You say, more whine in your voice than intended, your hand falling to your very large bump as EJ comes into the kitchen, his eyes immediately finding yours as he smiles at you. "Of course baby, the blue one?" He asks before grabbing the hot chocolate. "Actually I'll make it for you." He says, helping you sit in one of the kitchen chairs before reaching up to the top shelf. You feel your chest flutter when you take in his profile as he grabs the cup, his eyebrows furrowing when he turns, seeing your eyes on him. "Everything okay?" EJ asks, letting out a nervous laugh, you smile, shaking your head as you make your way to him. "I don't know.. something about you today, you just look like a dad." You tell him, staring into his eyes. "I'm so lucky to be having your baby." You say, a wave of emotions flashes on his face before he smiles down at you, a tint of blush on his cheeks, causing a giggle to leave you. "Really? Y/N, you're so cute." He says, hands resting on your hips. "Seriously though, thank you for carrying our baby, you've made me so happy, I love you." He says, his hand makes its way to your stomach, a gasp leaving him when he feels the baby's movement, causing you to smile. "We love you too." You say, smiling up at your boyfriend.

FUMA

You run your fingers through the sand, feeling butterflies along with the constant movement in your stomach as your eyes follow your boyfriend, who is currently playing ball with the younger members, a loving smile on your lips. "Maki! Yuma! Come eat!" You turn when you hear K holler for the two younger boys , smiling as you watch them run over to the picnic set up, letting out a small gasp when your eyes are covered. "Guess whooo.." Fuma says, holding back his laughter, earning a loud laugh from you as you lift your hand to his hand that's covering your eyes. "Maybe the most handsome daddy in the world?" You question as you turn around, coming face to face with him as he furrows his eyebrows at you, a nervous laugh leaving him. "Really?" He asks, gently helping you up to your feet, wiping the sand from your shorts. "Yeah, I was watching you with the boys and something about the way you look today just makes you look so much like a dad already and it's kind of driving me crazy!" You say with a laugh as you hold your swollen stomach. "Hm.. I wasn't expecting that but I like it." He says proudly, placing his hand over yours on your bump, looking into your eyes lovingly. "I love you." He says, kissing you gently. "I love you too." You whisper, leaning into him, letting out a happy sigh.

K

"Are you done eating, princess?" K asks in between bites, his eyes shifting from your food to you, eyebrows furrowing when he sees your eyes already on him, one of your hands rubbing your pregnant belly. "What?" He asks, a laugh subconsciously leaving his lips before taking a bite of food. "You just.. look more like a dad.... I don't know what it is.." You say with a laugh, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you look at him. "Really?" K asks in between chewing. "Hm.." He mumbles, a smirk making its way to his face. "So, do you like that I look more like a dad?" He asks, eyes flickering up to yours, causing you to laugh. "Yes.. I do, I think you're sexier." You tell him, cheeks on fire as he laughs, one of his large hands making its way to rest on your prominent bump. "You do?" He asks, tongue poking out across his bottom lip. "What if I told you... I think you're sexy as hell pregnant with my baby." He says, pulling you onto his lap, causing you to let out a gasp. "Maybe I should show you just how sexy I think you are." He says playfully, kissing your neck earning a scoff from you. "Do you need a reminder of how this happened?" You ask, pointing at your stomach. "Hell yes!" K almost yells, earning a laugh from you, "Oh hush!" You say, playfully pushing his chest causing K to laugh before pulling you into a kiss.

Nicholas

"Nicholas..." You say to your boyfriend, eyes taking in his outfit as he walks over to you, a smile making its way onto his face. "Yes baby?" He asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch, his hand finding your knee, rubbing it gently as he looks over at you. "Everything okay?" He asks, eyes trailing from your face to your pregnant belly before meeting yours again when you nod. "Yes, everything's okay, I just like your outfit today... it has a dad vibe to it, I like it." You say, feeling your cheeks flush, causing Nicholas to smile as his hand that was rubbing your knee, moves to your cheek. "Awh baby, you like that I look like a dad?" He asks, a smirk on the corner of his lips. "Maybe I should dress like this more then." He added, pulling you into his arms, placing a kiss on your head. "I would really like that!" You say too excitedly, Nicholas' laughter fills the air, causing you to smile. "I think bean likes it too." You say, quickly grabbing his hand, placing it on your bump, his large hand almost covering your stomach, his eyebrows shooting up in awe when he feels the movement from your daughter. "Oh yeah, I'm definitely changing my entire wardrobe!" He says, causing you to laugh, a smile on your face as you look at him. "Seriously! Anything for my two favorite girls." Nicholas says, giving you a gentle kiss.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Requests always open!

[holylulusworld]

Biggest grump

Summary: Your best friend’s friend is not as annoying as you believed.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: banter, language, mentions of pegging and anal play (they play a game, okay), snowed in, enemies to lovers, fluff

<;< Part 1

“So…how does this game work?” Bucky tries to buy himself some time. He doesn’t want to answer your questions. Especially when it comes to the girls he dated lately.

“Barnes don’t act as if you never played truth or dare before,” you slap his thigh. “Because you tried to trick me, I’ll ask you first.”

“That’s not fair,” he grumbles. Bucky looks at the glasses you placed on the coffee table. Drinking is out of the question for tonight.

“I don’t care.” You lean closer and stick your tongue out. “Fight me!”

He sighs deeply. “Fine. Whatever. I didn’t want to play this stupid game in the first place.”

You giggle at his pained expression. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When you first met Steve, did you already know you’ll become friends?”

“He was a weak and sick boy,” Bucky smiles at the memory. “But he had guts. I first saw him when he was in trouble. Three boys tried to rough him. Steve stood his ground. A damn tough boy. I knew we will get friends right away.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” You swoon. “I met him when he was all grown. I wish we grew up together.”

“My turn,” Bucky grins. You swallow thickly, fearing he will ask you embarrassing questions. “What's a secret you've never told anyone?”

“A secret? Hmm…” You ponder. “Oh, I know!” Bucky leans a little closer when you grip his arm. “I stole a lace panty when I was sixteen. It was red, and my mom didn’t want to buy it for me. I wanted to impress my boyfriend.”

“You naughty girl.” He grins. “Did he like it?”

You sigh and shake your head. “He broke up with me after I told him I wanted to wait a little longer. He was clumsy and I didn’t like how he groped me.”

“His loss.”

“What?” You blink a few times.

“What?” Bucky clears his throat. “I mean, if he messed up it’s his loss.”

“I enjoyed wearing it, though. I sometimes buy underwear only for myself. I love to feel sexy.” You run your fingertips up and down his arm.

Bucky swallows thickly. “Your turn,” he breathes out. “Shoot me with your best shot, doll.”

“Hmm…Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What's something you're glad your mum doesn't know about you?” You ask. “Tell me everything about your dirtiest secret.”

“You want the dirt, huh?” Bucky flashes you a smirk. He wrinkles his forehead. “I let a girl peg me once.”

“No!” You slap his thigh. “Really? Who was it? Was it good? Did you like it? I didn’t take you for a guy letting the girl take the lead.”

“If it’s the right girl,” he whispers lowly. His fingertips graze your cheek and instinctively lean into his touch. “I let her have control once in a while.”

“Did you like it?” You press on.

“It was…different.” He answers honestly. “Not bad or anything. But she was a little impatient and uh…it wasn’t that good.”

“I guess she didn’t do it right,” you nod to yourself. “I let a guy finger my ass while he fucked me from behind. It was hot, and I came so hard.”

“Y/N…we should talk about boundaries. No more questions about sex,” Bucky suddenly says. His pants feel a little too tight and he doesn’t want to cross a line.

“Aw, don’t be a spoilsport, Bucky,” you whine. “Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” He asks.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever cheated on someone?”

“No. Never. If I love someone, I do it with all my heart.” You grab one of the glasses to take a large sip. “If the love is gone break up. Don’t cheat. If he doesn’t fuck you right, talk. Don’t cheat.”

“You’re a good girl too.” His eyes drop to your lips. He whispers your name as you are engrossed in watching his long lashes flutter.

“My turn,” you stop Bucky before he can ask more. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“What's the strangest dream you've had?”

“Dream…hmmm…” He closes his eyes and tries to recall the dreams he remembers. “I remember one dream. I had horns, and my skin was on fire.”

“You dreamed that you were the devil?” You ask.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Steve was there too. He was wearing a suit made of cookies. And then there was this girl. She was wearing wings and looked like an angel. But she begged me to kiss her.”

You lick your lips. “Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What's your worst habit?”

“I fall in love with the wrong guy every time,” you dip your head to look him deep in the eyes.

“Do I need to break someone’s face?”

You laugh at his question. “No. I haven’t been with someone for a while. So, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” His reply surprises you. “Come on, challenge me, doll. Do you want me to jump from the rooftop or empty the bottle on ex?”

“No.” You scoot a little closer to Bucky. He watches you place your hand on his chest eyes widen when you whisper the words in his ear. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Doll…Y/N…I can’t. I…Stevie will kill me.” You smirk at his nervous state. Bucky wants nothing more than kiss you, but his best friend will flay him alive if he dares to put his hands on you.

“Bucky,” you whisper. Bucky gasps when you straddle his lap and cup his face. He tries to protest but you claim his lips, making a move before he can chicken out.

“Doll…” he mumbles against your lips. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss me again.”

You wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply. He slips his tongue inside, swiping over your tongue. “Stevie…will kill me.”

“Who do you think made sure that we end up stuck at his cabin?”

Bucky looks at you in his lap. “Stevie…”

“The one and only. Now...do you want to see my red lace panties or do you want to play another game.”

>> Part 3

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[stvharrngton]

Okay how about a blurb where reader got out of hospital like a couple days ago (totally not self inserting) and wants sexy time with Steve but he’s afraid of hurting her so he’s so gentle and loving and it’s just lots of fluff within the smut <33 also ily so much

your wish is my command 😌🫶 hope you enjoy bestie ily more <3

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k (because i apparently don’t know what a blurb is)

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, fingering, p in v, lots of pet names and praise, softie steeb

taglist: @dukesmebby @saturnband @sweetbabygirlsworld

You were staring.

You really couldn’t help it. Eyes glued to your boyfriend who was sauntering around the place shirtless, no less. Steve wasn’t making this easy for you.

He insisted you didn’t lift a finger, that you ‘sat your pretty little ass on the couch and don’t move’, were his specific words. Why he had to fluff your pillows and refill your juice with no shirt on, hair all tousled and grey sweats hanging low on his hips, you had no idea.

The muscles in his back and broad shoulders flexing every time he moved, biceps bulging when he reached to fix a photo frame. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs, an audible sigh that could have easily been mistaken for a moan falling from your lips as the boy stretched in front of the window, the light peaking through the blinds decorating him in a warm glow.

Steve shot you a look of concern over his shoulder at the small noise, immediately rushing over to your side. Features worried at the discomfort on your face, a look that Steve mistook for pain, rather than, well, a craving for something else.

It had been a little while since you and Steve found yourselves tangled between the sheets, your extended stay in the hospital putting a minor dampener on your intimacy. But you’d had enough, every little touch or soft spoken word from Steve sent a shiver down your spine.

“Babe?” He asked as he knelt down beside you, “What is it? Are you hurting? What do you need?”

Your heart swelled at his concern but all you could think about was how big his hand looked as he placed it on your thigh.

“What is this, twenty one questions, Stevie?” you hummed.

He scoffed playfully, pretending not to notice how you took your bottom lip between your teeth as his fingers inched instinctively further up your leg.

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, “what’s got you all hot and bothered, babygirl?”

Warmth prickled your skin, excitement coursing through your veins. You couldn’t help but just blurt it out, Steve looking all too irresistible, the way he was smirking at you all too coy.

“You, Steve,” you whispered, voice shy and quiet, “you’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“Oh,” Steve stammered, looking a little hesitant, his mind pondered between his options, “baby, look I—“

“Please don’t say what I think you're about to say.” A sigh fell from your lips, a defeated look washing over your features. Lips forming into a pout that Steve thought was oh so cute.

Steve reached up to cup your face, his thumb swiping over your cheek, “Honey, you just got out of the hospital a couple days ago,” he said, taking a second to press a kiss to your knee, “I want to, fuck, I want to so bad but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” your act of persuasion had begun, leaning up in hope of capturing his lips in a kiss, “but I can’t wait anymore, Steve, I’m aching for you.”

The moment those words were spoken into the space between you, Steve was like a rabbit in headlights. Wide eyed and jaw slack, he couldn’t speak. A best of silence in the room, a quiet ‘fuck’ murmured from his lips.

Steve leant in slowly, his lips brushing against yours ever so slowly. Sure, you’d spent plenty of time exchanging kisses here and there but this time felt like it would actually leave somewhere. Somewhere that would have your legs shaking and cunt dripping.

It was soft and slow, a kiss full of want and longing. You breathed a sigh into Steve’s lips, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as everything started to unravel inside you.

Steve was gentle, his hands barely touching your skin as they wandered over your body. His fingers danced over your chest over the soft cotton of your t-shirt, curling under the hem, thumb brushing over your erect nipple.

You moaned loudly, a feat that would be embarrassing if you weren’t so ready for Steve to take you there and then. He smiled against your lips, fingers travelling lower and lower until they reached your shorts.

Delving beneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, Steve ran a finger through your folds, soft and slow. You keened under his touch, hips bucking involuntarily.

“Easy there, pretty girl,” Steve cooed, “God, you’re so wet already.” Finger pressing into your already throbbing clit, moving in tender circles. You cried out in pleasure, a sweet sound that Steve was so happy to hear once again.

Steve groaned as he slipped his fingers lower down your heat, plunging two thick fingers into your sopping hole. Your walls clenched around him, back arching from the plump pillows propping you up.

His fingers pumped in and out of your pussy painfully slow, a teasing motion that wound you up tight, already so close to the edge. “Steve,” you whined, “please, need more. Need you.”

It came out strangled, pleading, begging. Steve was in awe of your figure laid out on the couch, loved up doe eyes in a haze as he watched you come undone.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, God yes,” you wailed, fingers coming to rake through his soft brown locks, “I can’t wait any longer, Steve, please.”

Steve carefully removed his fingers from you, subtly sticking them in his mouth as he groaned at your taste. He curled his fingers around your shorts, pulling them down your legs. A sharp intake of the boy’s breath as his gaze fell on your soaked panties.

Standing up straight, losing his grey sweats, Steve’s cock hard and straining against his boxers. He leant over you, fingers wrapping around your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Can you scoot up, sweetheart?” He asked, “Let me get in behind you, hm?”

You nodded against his kiss, shuffling closer to the edge the best you could. Ridding himself of his boxers, Steve wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock, exhaling in pleasure.

Steve slotted in right behind you, both of you laying on your sides. He let his lips wander over your neck to your shoulder, teeth nipping so softly. Cock still in hand, he swiped the tip between your folds, collecting your slick and spreading it over his length.

He pressed the head of his cock into your entrance, barely getting the tip in before you moaned out. Steve hushed you, hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly, “Oh sweet girl,” he cooed in your ear, “it’s okay, you’re doing so good.”

Steve pressed his lips to your neck as he felt you nod, urging him to press himself into your pussy more. He inched in slowly, your walls hugging his cock tightly.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Steve hissed. He squeezed your arm as his head rolled back against the sofa, a loud moan tumbling from his lips at the feeling.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you hummed Steve’s name, a pretty whisper, a delicate sigh. You felt so full, Steve’s cock stretching you out sinfully. A fluid motion of his hips rocking against your ass, his cock fucking in and out of you slow and gentle.

Steve’s lips were all over you like a whirlwind, soft kisses all over your dewy skin. The shell of your ear to your cheek, lips sucking on your earlobe before licking a stripe up your neck.

“Steve,” you whimpered, the feeling so overwhelming, your boyfriend being so close to you, fucking your so deep but so gentle.

“I know, baby,” he cooed, fingers curling around your cheek, bringing your gaze to his, “I know, you’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock so well,” lips crashing to yours, tongues mixing and swirling together, “missed this pussy so much.”

Steve snaked his arm around your back, his hand grasping onto your tits, the other went to your thigh, lifting your leg ever so slightly. The new angle allowing him to go deeper, his hips still rocking slowly against your ass.

You were too caught up in your own pleasure to realise what you were doing, hand travelling down your stomach to your pussy. Middle and pointer finger rubbing over your clit slowly, the sensation paired with Steve’s cock soothing your aching cunt causing you to mewl out an outrageous moan.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby,” Steve moaned, nose nuzzling along your neck, “there you go, that feel good, hm?”

You could only reply with a moan of your own, your climax fast approaching. It was all too much, Steve’s hands all over you, all soft and loving, his lips pressing sweet kisses to any exposed skin he could find. Your fingers on your clit, Steve’s thick cock filling you up.

“Can I cum, Steve? Please, baby, please.” You whined, fingers moving a little faster, a little harder over your puffy clit. The wet sound of Steve fucking himself into your pussy only pushing you towards your orgasm faster.

“Come on, pretty,” he cooed, eyes switching quickly between your own fingers on your clit and your beautiful fucked out features, “cum all over my cock, honey. Let it all go.”

Crashing over you like a tidal wave, your body wracked with pleasure and electricity. You arched your back off Steve’s chest, wailing out incoherent babbles that only Steve could pull from you. Your chest heaved as everything went white hot, Steve’s lips on your shoulder bringing you back down to the ground.

“Such a good girl,” Steve whispered from behind you, “so beautiful, so sweet. Fuck.”

Steve wasn’t far behind you, your walls clenching around his length pushing him closer to his own high. Hips moving a little faster, as fast as he would allow himself whilst still holding you like a feather, so soft and delicate. Steve sunk his teeth into your shoulder, whispering words of encouragement to himself.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Steve moaned, letting his climax overcome his senses, thighs clenching and fingers digging into your thigh, “shit— ‘m gonna cum.”

One more roll of his hips and he was gone, cock spurting hot cum inside you, high-pitched moans leaving his pretty lips. His soft tan skin flushed pink, sweat dampening his brow. Steve called out your name, a strung out moan as his cock stilled inside of you.

Steve’s chest heaved against your back, his face buried in the soft skin of your neck, nose inhaling your perfume. You stroked your fingers along his arm in a soothing manner, coaxing him through his orgasm.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “I missed you so much.”

Steve chuckled against your neck.

“Missed you more, beautiful.

[holybibly]

I adore your writing so much and I wanted to submit my unholy thoughts on how obsessed I am with Hongjoong and any time he is on his knees! The idea of him looking up through those beautiful long lashes with such desire in his eyes ready to please you in every way he can. Being such a good boy and running your fingers through his sexy ass hair even pulling at it causing him to want to work even harder for you. I mean even the idea of it being in the shower is just as sexy!

Hongjoong kneeling, yes please, anytime, day or night, 24/7.

I wanted to take a little break today because I'm currently editing the second part of Pretty Flushed 👀 and maybe, just maybe, I'll post it this weekend. Not sure yet. But the thought of a needy Hongjoong on his knees in front of you in the shower—those damn lustrous and sweet eyes as you ran your hand through his silky hair—just couldn't get it out of my head. And so I came to you, bunnies, to make sure that image lives on in your minds.

Okay, let's say you're Seonghwa's girlfriend. You're completely happy in your relationship. He's a wonderful man, but there's one problem: his work. It takes up a lot of his time, and sometimes you really have the feeling that you need more attention and love from him. Obviously, the sex was simply amazing. Seonghwa knows exactly how to drive you crazy with his long fingers and his tongue, and after he has scolded you, you won't be able to walk for days on end.

But you want more, and just like your amazing boyfriend, Seonghwa will do anything to make you a happy and spoiled princess by fulfilling all your desires.

One night, he gives you the greatest gift of all—a sweet little kitten, Hongjoong.

Beautiful moist chocolate eyes that look up at you through long lashes, soft pink lips, smooth skin that shines from the dry oil that Seonghwa has rubbed on him before, silky hair, and a soft voice. And, of course, all of this was tied up with silk ribbons and bows for your enjoyment.

Hongjoong was unbelievable, and you would never have thought that Seonghwa's strange, quiet friend could look so damned seductive.

Hongjoong had always been fond of you; he couldn't help it.

From the day Seonghwa introduced you to him, he just couldn't stop thinking about you. He dreamed about you every night, imagining how he would kiss your soft thighs while kneeling in front of you and how he would carry out any of your orders without question in order to receive praise from you. Every time he would look at you, he would imagine burying his face between your legs, while you would stroke his hair and call him a pretty little kitten. And God, he would be the best damned kitty in the world for you.

Hongjoong would never be a disappointment to you.

So when Seonghwa mentioned during one of their meetings that you had been feeling upset and lonely lately because of his constant workload, Hongjoong had no hesitation in offering himself as your toy. It was a complete shock to him that Seonghwa was so enthusiastic about the idea—that it was exactly the kind of thing you were in need of.

A cute little toy of your own that you can spend time with while he is away at work.

Hongjoong couldn't have been happier. ******

You rolled your eyes as Hongjoong's lips began sucking on the skin of your inner thigh, his slender fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

You'd had a hell of a day and Seonghwa wasn't there to help you release all that frustration, but Hongjoong, your sweet kitty, was happy to help.

The shower was hot and stuffy, and the glass was fogged up from the steam that was coming out of the water. Hongjoong was kneeling before you, arching his body in the most attractive way, thrusting his curvaceous ass and arching his back. As he explored your thighs with his lips, his wet gaze from under those incredibly long and thick eyelashes did not let you out of his sight for a single second.

His fingers stretch your pussy beautifully and skillfully, using slow strokes as Hongjoong catches you reacting, almost out of breath. He is so desperate for your pleasure.

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do." He whispers into your skin, his sweet lips sliding across it until they are in contact with your wet folds. Your fingers run through his wet hair, tugging lightly at the silky strands as he lets out a melodious moan. The vibration of his voice reaches all the way to the centre of you.

"Hongjoong..."

"Please, let me please you." He looks so fucked up with that soft, bleary look in his eyes, those kissable red lips, and that glowing golden skin that is dripping with water.

"Yes, you can do it." And that was exactly what Hongjoong wanted to hear.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

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notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

[chvnnie]

Ok so this:

Hyunjin with a breeding kink. He reveals this to y/n who happily complies (finds it sexy honestly) but reveals they can’t have kids due to a hysterectomy.

Can either go REALLY crazy and hot or be the saddest thing ever.

ooooooh. this is interesting. i really don’t think i can emotionally handle writing anymore angst so 😭

SMUT — MINORS DNI

The game was your idea. You found it on a shelf at some random store deep in the mall, discounted from how long it’s sat there. It could be a waste of five bucks, or it could be the best thing you’ve ever bought. Well, probably not to that extreme, but it could be fun.

It was Hyunjin’s idea to add alcohol. A bottle of deep red wine in the prettiest glasses you’ve ever seen. They make you feel almost elegant as you read the trashy cards.

Some make you cringe, laughing at the poorly worded questions on the flimsy cards. “Read it!” He exclaims when you refuse, snatching it out of your hand if you keep resisting. It’s all good fun, a great way to get to know your new boyfriend a little better.

You’ve only been official for about three months, but have known him for six. A friend of a friend, the plus one to a wedding you were apart of. He wasn’t as sly as he thought — eyes on you the entire ceremony and reception. It only took about three songs for him to introduce himself. Smooth, handsome. Compliments your hair, your name, your dress. Intentionally making you feel a little bashful before he asks you to dance.

How could you not give him your number?

It’s been great. Hyunjin makes you happy, the butterflies that swarm when his name is even mentioned drowning you. Head over heels for this boy already.

It was easy to pick up the game and buy it. You want to know everything about him; from the way he likes to fold his clothes to things he’s only feels comfortable sharing with you. What better place to start than a trashy game about sex?

You take a long drink of your wine as you grab a new card, reading over it twice as your smile grows.

“Oh, fuck.” Hyunjin says with a shy, downing the rest of his wine. “I don’t like that smile.”

“Why not?” You giggle.

“It’s menacing.”

You crinkle your nose, sticking your tongue out before reading it aloud. “What is your biggest kink?”

Your boyfriend scoffs, reaching for the bottle on the coffee table. “That’s it? Kind of a vanilla question.”

“Yet,” you hold out your glass for a refill of your own, “you’re not answering it.”

He smiles at you, leaning in to peck your wine stained lips. “Because I want you to go first.”

“Oh, that’s not fair—“

“Come on, baby.” Hyunjin whines as he scoots a little closer, pointer finger under your jaw as he pulls you in. His lips hover just above yours, breath making your body buzz with excitement. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate how fucking whipped you are for him. With a sigh, you agree, elating your sweet boyfriend. It takes you a moment, trying to narrow down the long listen is more difficult than you assumed. When it hits you, you beam at him. Reach for his hands, which he happily gives you.

“I like,” you bring the large hand up to your throat, wrapping the slender fingers around it. His eyes darken immediately, huffing a low laugh as he wets his lips, “among other things.”

Hyunjin raises his brows, flexing his fingers around your neck and tugging you closer to him. “What other things?”

You smile at him, giggling when he squeezes a little harder. “It’s you turn. Maybe then I’ll tell you more.”

The hungry look he gives you last a beat too long, as if he’s considering whether or not he should tell you, or show you. Hyunjin clears his throat, thumb reaching up to rub your bottom lip.

“Breeding.” He says in a near whisper. “I want to pump you so full and watch my cum drip out of you, angel.”

Even though his words make your skin tingle, the alcohol only aiding in exciting you, you can’t help the dread that’s heavy in your stomach. “Oh? Do you—“ you swallow around his palm. “—do you want kids?”

The question seems to throw him off, but he just shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not attached to the idea either way.”

All you can do is nod, dropping your gaze to the crystal glass in your hands. Your body is feeling cold, a little shake making you unsteady. Hyunjin quickly picks up on your change in behavior, dropping his hand to give you some space.

“Are you alright?” He’s gentle, head tilted as he looks at you in concern. “I didn’t mean to upset you—“

“You didn’t.” You grabbed his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s not you at all. It’s just—“ you take a shaky breath, racking your brain in how to say this. How do you bring it up? You knew you would have to eventually, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. It’s been such an easy, fun night. Should a topic like this really be brought up?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” Hyunjin says softly. “We can wait until you’re ready.”

With a shake of your head, you refuse. It’s hard to meet his gaze as you tell him the story. Not once does he interrupt, or question. Listening carefully as you tell him the entire story in a soft voice.

It’s silent when you finish, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your hands. Neither speaking, letting the information take hold.

“I’m sorry.” You finally say, tears stinging your eyes. He’s been quiet for far too long. “If that ruins anything—“

“Hey, no.” Hyunjin says, cupping your face so he can catch the tears before they fall. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Everything about him makes you fall so deep, so fast for him. Not once has he made you feel unwanted or unsafe, gentle and careful with you regarding everything. Even if you feel like you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve him.

“But, if you ever want children—“

“Then we’ll figure it out.” He says simply. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

It’s so earnest, impossible not to believe. “Thank you.”

Hyunjin pulls you in close, kissing the center of your forehead. “You don’t have to thank me.” He mumbles. “Besides, it’s pretty hot.”

You can’t help the laugh of disbelief you give, looking at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “Huh?”

“I can cum in you as much as I fucking want, and we never have to worry about it?” His smile is wide, a little mischievous. “Oh, baby, I’m going to fill you up so good.”

What’s worse — how hard you accidentally hit him or the how much that comment set you off? You try to wiggle out of his hold, making a comment about him before a pervert, but he’s quick. Bringing you in for a kiss, smiling into your lips as he feels you melt in his hold.

The cheap cards get scattered across the living room carpet, the bottle of wine tipped over and dripping slowly onto the white carpet. There’s little to no concern about the stain it’s leaving, not when Hyunjin has your legs hooked over your shoulders. Bending you into a press with a hand locked around your throat.

He has the brightest smile on his face, moaning along with you. Yours are a little more broken, gasps here and there as you try to get more air.

“You’re clenching me so hard, angel.” His low voice only winds you up more, clawing at his biceps hard enough to draw blood. “Was my baby feeling a little needy?”

Nodding in agreement, you try your best to keep your eyes open. Not wanting to look away from him for even a second. His dark hair has fallen in his face, framing it beautifully. Plush lips between his teeth, swollen from yours and stained from the wine.

Hyunjin is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Kind and gentle. Sweet and caring. Giving you everything you’ve ever wanted, ever needed, without even second guessing.

You reach up, tucking his hair out of his face. The soft touch so different than the ones he’s giving you.

The words leave your mouth without any real hesitation, eyes sparkling and chest full as you finally say what’s been building and building since he asked you to dance. His hips slow in surprise, stars starting to appear in his dark eyes.

“Really?”

You trace his perfect jawline, completely in awe of the man you’ve fallen so hard for. “Really.”

Lips crash, thrusts even faster than before. Hard, sloppy, as he tries to show you that he shares the sentiment in every possible way. When you finish, it’s only when he allows it. Desperate to get there with you.

“I love you, too.”

[ierr]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Calling Them Pretty﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸. 𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨. 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴 𝖱. 𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮.

cw/tw. luff, light sexual themes

an. yoooo 🪿 haven’t wrote head cannons in awhile, especially for my boys 💆🏽‍♀️ so as a make up post i wrote these small cute head cannons of the blue lock boys. But anywhooo enjoy!.

summary. - you call them pretty

𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨

Poor guy, didn’t even know how to react to the compliment.

Being Japans #1 striker always came with a lot. A lot of money, a lot of paparazzi, a lot of haters and a lot of fan girls. THIRSTY fan girls at that, everywhere he went there were fangirls, giving him gifts, giving him compliments, such as calling him hot, sexy, cute etc etc. He was used to it all learning how to grow from it, taking the compliments and moving on with his day..but.

When it came to you calling him such names? His whole face was red as a tomato!

You were sitting up against the headboard of your guys' shared bed you watching your tv series and Isagi laying on your stomach on his phone scrolling through whatever as your hands were in his locks messaging his scalp. When your tv show switched to an commercial you averted your gaze to your boyfriend just looking at him, he had just came in 10 minutes ago after training with his team all pooped out with fluffed out hair and a lazy gaze as he just laid down with you cuddling close to you laying his head down at his favorite spot.

You smiled softly to yourself as you looked at him. He was just..so..fucking pretty?! His soft skin tone shining off the sunlight that peaked through the curtain, his soft fluffy hair scattered on his forehead and in between your fingers and those pretty blue eyes..you really hit the jackpot with this one. You hummed ruffling your hand through his hair, “You’re so pretty Yoi.” You murmured, Isagi froze mid way swiping as he heard the compliment feeling his face go red, he let his phone slip from his hand moving his head towards your face seeing a smile watching his reaction, “H-Huh?” You giggled lightly rolling your eyes, “I said you’re pretty Yoichi.” Isagi began feeling his heart start to flutter. You said he was pretty..He started to feel all mushy inside just hearing that from you. I mean yeah he gets all sorts of compliments from girls and even guys but when it comes to you? He was a locksick lover boy for your compliments, sometimes you wonder how you can make someone who literally threatens people on the field fold like this. It was like a secret super power only you and Isagi knew about, “Oh..thank you.” Is all he said still feeling flustered from the comment, you only shook your head in response grabbing both his cheeks leaning down to peck his lips which he gladly accepted softly sighing.

“You’re welcome, you dork.”

𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Just like Isagi, he didn’t know how to react.

Rin got all types of compliments from fan girls and guys. It was nothing new to him in honesty, he would either simply nod his head or just ignore them moving on with his day. He was getting sick of it day by day but kept his composure just letting it run by not wanting to cause a big deal out of it…but.

When it came to you..? He was like a 13 year old middle schooler!

He should’ve expected it but since you rarely compliment him worried you’ll annoy him in some way it never fails to catch him off guard. It all happened when he came home after training with the others spotting you in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you, he did his usual routine whenever he came home seeing you in sight. Take off his shoes, places his keys in the key bowl, places his training bag by the door, walking over to where you were and kiss you on the top of your head, smiling to yourself feeling his warm hands be placed on your hips as he passes by you. “How did training go?” You questioned placing the meat in the oven hearing him hum, “Good i guess, we didn’t do much.” He mumbled, humming to yourself you walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to the side looking up at him as he stared at you with those gorgeous teal eyes.

Sometimes you forget how fucking pretty he is. Those teal eyes and long eyelashes? Phew no wonder girls and guys are always screaming for him, “Have i ever told how pretty you are?” Rin tensed up in your arms hearing the comment having a small blush for feeling his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to react he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t mad at it no more like..wanting to hear that more from you type feeling. He didn’t know if he should say thank you, brush it off or something! So instead he scoffed looking away, “Shut up.” He mumbled you only rolled your eyes at the flustered man leaning up to peck his check, “Whatever you say you big baby.” You chuckled but soon yelped feeling him pinch your hip in return with a small grin on his face,

“Ow you ass!”

𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Sae didn’t know how to take compliments so bro kinda had an error.

The older Itoshi brother with the same teal eyes had the same long eyelashes but a different personality, far from his little brother. Sae didn’t really care nor paid attention to the comments girls and guys said to him, they call him cute and hot? Okay cool and moves on with his day. But in reality he didn’t know how to take compliments so it’s sorta awkward for him when does receive them which is why you barely compliment him, his little secret is he likes it when you compliment him but he just doesn’t know how to take it!.

You and Sae were both laid on bed as it’s his day off finally from training with the team, you were surprised he decided to use it to lay in bed with you all day..not really all day but you get it. You were laid up against him hearing his soft heart beat and small breaths as he’s still asleep, he held you close against him, his arms were wrapped around your waist and his hand twitching every now and then, you were wide awake taking in the soft comfort as your hands played with his red locks combing your hand through them watching it go straight through as you soon sighed pulling back enough to see his face in view. Even when he’s asleep he looks so pretty, you moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, softly rubbing it against his cheek, secretly he was awake but kept his eyes close wanting to enjoy this moment with you.

You hummed, “You look so pretty even when you’re sleeping.” Sae had almost snapped his eyes open but kept them close hoping you didn’t see his eyelids flutter, for some reason he felt his body start to warm up and heart flipping. He wanted to open his eyes and give you a small rare smile in return and hug you but again he didn’t know how to handle it, so instead he stayed sleep hoping you would go back to bed but- “Did your eyelids just flutter? ARE YOU AWAKE?!” Shit. Not saying anything he turned the other way from you facing the closet as you sat up with an offensive face.

“Sae!”

𝖱𝖸𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴

Motherfucker was cocky.

Shidou was a sucker for compliments because he knows it’s true. Fan girls or guys would literally come up to him saying how hot and fine he is, and you wanna know what his response would be? It wouldn’t be “Thank you” No it would be, “I know.” And would keep walking! Cocky ole bastard. You swear how did you manage to date such a guy? But we’re you really complaining about it…? No in all honesty you hit the fucking jack pot!

When it came to your compliments he made sure to be extra cocky with you since you’re his girlfriend.

You were laying in your shared bed as you were scrolling on instagram as you waited for Shidou to come out of the shower. It’s been a good awhile now since he got in after you yelled at him to get his ass in the shower after he tried to kiss you smelling like a literal gym. You knew he took long showers but now you’re wondering what he was doing now, right as you were about to call for him he walked out the bathroom as your eyes instantly started to check him out. His hair was down and wet, his tone abs were on display with water trickling down his chest towards his abs and his v-line showing, damn. He smirked seeing your eyes trail him, “You like what you see sweetheart?” Hell yeah you did, you nodded your head with no shame as you climbed off the bed walking towards his taller figure. “Indeed i do,” You giggled playfully trailing your fingertips across his abs, maintaining eye contact with a raised brow, even though he looked like a 5 course meal right now he also looked so pretty..his long blonde eyelashes those gorgeous pink eyes and his mixed hair slicked back with a few strands sticking to his forehead.

You tilted your head to the side, “You look so pretty with your hair down,” You murmured seeing him smirk, “Yeah? Am I not pretty when my hair is up?” He questioned with a raised brow, you rolled your eyes, “i never said that you cocky bastard.” Shidou chuckled deeply, pulling you closer to his wet frame, leaning his face close to yours, “Don’t be like that doll, you know i’m right.” You scoffed, “Do I though?” He clicked his tongue with that same grin on his face,  “You sassy little devil.” He sighed in defeat hovering his lips over yours , smiling at the victory,

“You cocky demon boy.”

𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖱

Cocky about it and liked to tease you.

Oliver knew how hot he was i mean- cmon it’s literally Aiku Oliver. All types of fans would fawn over him anytime they see him out in public, it’s not that hard to spot him honestly. Just look out for a 6’2, black haired, purple and green eyed, bearded giant man and boom he’ll literally be there, when it came to all the comments about him he would smile in response nodding his head then moving on with his day but when it came to your comments?

He made sure to add extra spice to the flame.

It was 10 pm at night and you were enjoying your evening in the bathtub with perfectly warm water and bubbles floating on the surface covering your chest as you leaned back relaxing, you breathed out heavily with your eyes closed feeling the warmth hit your body relaxing your tensed muscles. Soon enough your ears perked up to the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing as well as water being moved around, sighing to yourself you opened your eyes to come in contact with purple and green ones staring right back at you, “You’re interrupting my peace, Oliver.” You sassed hearing a deep chuckled, easing his hands in the air, “Oh am i now? So sorry your majesty i didn’t know the bath was being occupied right now.” You scoffed splashing some of the water at him as he laughed in response, leaning up from the tub to lean over dragging his hands through the water towards your hips bringing you closer to him, which you gladly aloud wrapping your hands around his neck staring into his hands as he stared into yours.

His eyes were so pretty..the green and purple really matched him so well. Aiku raised a brow watching as you stared at him, “There something on my face?.” He questioned and you shook your head, “No..you’re just really pretty.” You mumbled, Aiku grinned hearing your soft voice comment him feeling his heart flutter as he leaned forward hovering his lips over yours, “Yeah?” He whispered, you nodded your head, “Yeah..” You whispered back knowing exactly how this is gonna end, with no hesitation he closed the gap between the both of you gripping his hand against your waist hearing a soft moan leave past your lips. You tilted your head to the head deepening the kiss as your mouths moved in sync with each other, he smiled in between the kiss groaning softly as you shifted on top of him,

You pulled away from lack of air going towards his neck leaving small love bites and hickeys around, he let out a breathless chuckle feeling you bite in his skin, “Aren’t you a desperate little thing hm?” He teased, and you were. He knew exactly what he was doing when he got his ass in the bathtub knowing full and well you were in here, you pulled away from his neck staring down at the marks you left him with a satisfied grin.

“Not desperate, just marking what’s mine, pretty boy.”

[euijoosorangeslice]

Story of a College Succubus p.3

warnings: alcohol and drug abuse, jake and Heeseung kiss, slight manipulation? non-con touching, filler episode.

You angrily laid in your bed, arms crossed. That little shit really did that to you. Such an asshole. Anyway, you decided to talk to the person you trusted the most. Your dear old mother.

“Y/n, finally you call me! How is it going at school sweetie?” She happily answered, making you laugh. “Hey, mom. The boys here are pretty good to feed from, except I just need to be more careful.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to alert your neighbors. “Well, that’s good to hear. Check your pendant, sweetheart, and tell me what color it is.”

You looked at the necklace on your neck and answered, “Red, but there’s white cracks in it.” You heard a light sigh, and suddenly your mother’s voice was hushed. “Sweetie, you are growing up. You know every life phase it changes, and you’re 18 now. You’re going to start having to feed directly from your targets. So dream hopping still works, but you’ll still be hungry.” You should be happy at this news, that you’re changing and growing, right?

But it only angered you further. Life was shitty right now and it was getting difficult to keep up. “Okay, mom. I’ll try.” You whispered, mind fogged with anger. “You know, your birthday is coming up soon. It’s already Tuesday, okay? On Saturday you’ll be turning 19. If you feel anything weird, call me. Your body should be going through transformation and you’ll be put into a very…needy phase.”

You blushed at the newfound information. “Try and find a partner to settle down with for the weekend. It’ll make it easier, and we both know college boys love to have sex. Shouldn’t be that hard.” You heard a loud shout in the back. “I’ll call you back, sweetie. Your idiot father hurt himself.” Your mom hung up, leaving you with a smile.

Find a partner, huh? Shouldn’t be too hard.

-

You checked your phone in the middle of class, seeing someone had sent out a group message with an invitation.

__________

party, delta kappa delta house

9:30

(courtesy of the sports club)

bring 🍃,❄️ and 🥃

(or hot bitches)

- sh

__________

Wow, so inviting. You closed out the message, hearing your teacher rant about kids these days and their phones.

Maybe you could closet shop for an outfit after class. It was already 3pm, so you’d spend the rest of the time getting ready anyway.

-

You took a shower, taking a couple more photos before you began to get dressed and do your makeup. You settled on a slight smoky eyed look, accompanied with a sexy black outfit with a skirts and a tight see through top, along with some black boots with silver accessories.

You struck a pose in the mirror, smirking to yourself. If the goal was to find a boyfriend, then you’d do just that tonight.

-

You walked into the fraternity house, seeing a nice, pale but very handsome man dressed in a black tight t shirt and some black jeans. “Heh, so there’s the beauty.” He spoke loudly, walking closer and closing you into the wall. “I’m Sunghoon, pretty much the president of DKD. Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” He smiled teasingly, making you raise an eyebrow. “Nice to meet you too, Sunghoon. I’m Y/n.” You replied, Sunghoon grabbing your waist. “Let’s go for a walk, okay?”

You complied, letting him walk with you on his arm. “So, Y/n. How’s it going for your first week here?” You scoffed at the question. “Well, everyone at school had seen my naked body. So not too great!” He sensed the agitation in your voice. “I think you need to…calm down a bit Y/n.” He whispered, pouring a shot into a cup. “Fixes all my problems anyways.”

You looked away, watching as a short young boy wandered around cluelessly. He was adorable, but he looked like the definition of social anxiety.

-

While you weren’t paying attention, Sunghoon pulled a pill out of his pocket and crushed it in his hand. He poured it into the cup, stirring it into the cup.

-

A girl strutted towards the young boy, a smirk on her face. “Hey, Harua.” She flirted, leaning against the counter. “O-oh! Hi. What’s up?” He answered cheerfully, making the girl chuckle. “We should like, make out. I think you’re really cute.” He blushed, fiddling with his fingers. “I- I’ve never kissed anyone before.” He mumbled, her playing with his hair. “That’s okay. I can teach you.” She blew him a kiss, pressing his cheek. It was obvious to anyone in the room that she was going to play him, but for Harua it wasn’t so obvious.

You sighed, wishing that you could tell the boy his future. But you were a stranger. Why would he listen to you?

-

“Here you go, beautiful. Now hurry on upstairs, everyone’s waiting for you.” Sunghoon smiled, taking your hand and leading you upstairs. He opened the door to a room, gasping loudly. You looked in, seeing Jake and Heeseung’s lips intertwined. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Sunghoon shouted, making Jake jump in his position. You had to admit, he looked really hot with messed up hair and plump, swollen lips. You stopped questioning why it felt like your vision was closing in.

“Experimenting, why?” Heeseung said, laughing and it was obvious in his tone he was drunk. “Well, I brought a new toy to play with.” You looked at him in confusion, lacking vision for a blink until you felt yourself fall into his arms. “She’s such a pretty girl. I can’t wait to get inside her.” Jake whispered, caressing your forehead.

You wanted to fight back, but you just let your body slip into unconsciousness.

-

You awoke to the sound of guys arguing, seeing the boy you had met on campus earlier getting into an argument with Sunghoon. “Dude, what the fuck?! Just because she’s hot doesn’t mean you can roofie her!” Nicholas shouted, Sunghoon rolling his eyes. “Fine, just take her. I’m not even that horny anymore.” He pushed past Nicholas, who walked up to you and grabbed you bridal style. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’ll go to my place.”

You softly smiled, still too weak to talk and leaned into Nicholas’s touch.

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