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chrollohearttags · 3 months ago

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my dress up darling • ony

convincing your friend to go to a convention with you turned out to be the best idea ever!…but it’s what happens before the event even arrives that makes it all the more fun..

blerd!ony, black fem!reader (plus size coded), PWP, finger sucking, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, pet names used (mama, baby, she slips up and calls him daddy), lots of praise, tit/nipple play, nasty hotel sex, tiny mentions of blood + injury, reader is a seamstress/cosplayer, missionary, squirting, friends to lovers, lots of humor and banter, creampie aftercare

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (if you’ve read this before, no u didn’t 🙄 and if it’s ur first time, please enjoy! )

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

“You good over there, mama? What’s wrong?”

the deep voice belted out in a rather low and calm tone..cool and collected, that’s how he always was. Nonchalant to a fault and that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Hence why you had invited him along to this little venture in the first place. However, at the moment…you quite frankly could not stand his ass! Through gray colored contacts, (y/n) shot the tall male next to you an icy glare..one signifying just how ‘good’ you were!

“Oh, I’m just fine, Ony. Despite the fact that my legs are still shaking and I’m sore as hell.”

a statement that should not have garnered a single chuckle out of anyone had your very handsome homeboy doubling over in laughter. He could tell by the look on your face that you were still a little peeved at him for the previous night and this morning. Honestly, you’d never want to fight a single person in your life but if you thought you could beat him, you’d ask him to spar just one time. “What the hell is so funny?” “Nothing at all, you just seem a lil’ stressed.” Feigning his humor as he pressed the key fob to lock the doors of his 2022 Camaro..a beautiful specimen, much like the man driving it. Honestly, it should’ve been illegal to be this fine but you knew exactly what you were signing up for when you decided to come to this convention with him! Three days full of dressing up, video games and all of the collectible items and rare figurines that one’s nerdy little heart could desire. It was an event that you had been looking forward to for months and it was only the icing on the cake when your favorite cashier turned cosplay buddy decided to tag along! You’d discovered Onyakopon’s, or just Ony as everyone called him; his love for nerdy things after you came into his store on a late night with a random anime shirt on and he was all hyped to see someone else that looked like him, especially a girl..that was into this same stuff. Since that day, the two of you spoke every chance you got to gush over your favorite shows and game series, all but holding up the lines to do so. Soon, that bond carried over outside of his workplace and the two of you began hanging out. Even going to a manga and anime cafe for your first outing. You were so excited to have a friend who shared your similar interests. Eventually, you divulged to Ony that you were a cosplayer and that’s when he stumbled upon your Instagram page. Which was littered with photos of you in beautiful costumes…some very detailed and intricate and others..very revealing and sexy! Make no mistake, he drew an issue with neither one but to see your duality from a girl who walked around in long graphic tees with characters on them and sweatpants to seeing you with your ass out, dressed as one of his fictional crushes, had him very conflicted! But what impressed him even more was the fact that each one of those beautiful outfits you were wearing?

You had hand sewn each one yourself! Spending weeks at a time crafting each one. Hence why your page was so much more bare than other girls he’d seen doing the same craft. It wasn’t that you loved it any less, you just didn’t have the luxury of tossing on any old, run of the mill Amazon ensemble from some third party buyer whose plus sizes looked like they’d fit a middle schooler at best. So instead of giving it up altogether, you took the liberty of learning how to stitch them together yourself to ensure the perfect fit. So naturally, it came as no surprise that when you revealed this secret to him, he wanted you to curate his very first cosplay as well! Ony had long since dreamed of dressing up as characters such as Kratos, Jin Kazuma and all the other badass video game giants he adored. Not only did go out and purchase hundreds of dollars worth of materials for you to make his dream costume come to life, but he offered to cover the costs of everything for the weekend. Just because he was so gracious to you and excited to be going. You made it your mission to ensure that he’d be left in awe when he put it on! The character in question? None other than Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat and you decided to accompany him as the antagonist’s wife, Sindel. You both looked incredible. But leading up this moment, things had gotten a little out of control, thanks to your companion over there!..who didn’t seem to be phased at all.

“Aye listen, to be fair, you started it. I just finished it.” Prompting you to smack your lips and cut your eyes at the shirtless male. Who was glistening in the sunlight and not making matters any better. “Whatever, I think you were betting on sum’ shit like that to happen.” “Shit, I ain’t mad that it did and I know you not either.”

but just what was Ony referring to? Well…it all began last night in the hotel room…

flashback

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“Ony! Can you stay still, please? I’m tryna finish this last piece.”

“C’mon, ma. Can’t you do it later on?”

“If it gets any later, imma be sleep so no. You can pause that damn game and wait for me to finish sewing this on.”

it was around eight thirty at night..dark had fallen cast over the skies and faint crackles of thunder resounded throughout the air. Luckily, the two of you were safe from any potential storms in the confines of your spacious hotel room. A luxury, double bed suite at the Best Western; only two blocks away from the convention venue. The last thing either of you wanted to be worried about was having to drive forever to get there and then have no parking or having to wait in a long line. It was a mistake you’d made several times when attending these events alone but Ony wanted his very first time to be absolutely perfect. Not to mention, he didn’t want you having to walk far in your heels. DragonCon was by far one of the largest conventions in the country and people of all kinds came to the illustrious event to have fun, make friends and of course, show off their cosplays. You and Ony had decided on the video game greats, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. You had loved Sindel since you first began playing the series and she became your favorite. So a year ago, you decided to craft her iconic purple suit and the staff to go along with it. So you were all set aside. But he wasn’t going to be as easy…because at the moment, while you were trying to put together the final touches on his outfit, he was clicking away at a controller, which made it difficult to get the stitching right. But you knew how it went…when you found yourself gridlocked in an important match or battle and couldn’t stop at the moment.

“Awww, c’mon! You keep blocking, bro. I hate this damn combo—“

it was at that moment when you were bringing the curved needle up through the loin cloth piece and securing the stitch, did he jump and not only cause you to lose balance, but send that needle right through your finger! Poking the index pad and breaking the skin. “OW!” On instinct, you’d jump back and immediately, Ony dropped his controller, finally breaking focus on what he was doing. You were bleeding but nothing too major. Alas though, he felt instantaneously guilty and reached for you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Making an attempt to check on you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad so you’d downplay your pain and try to brush it off. But he was quick to run to the bathroom to grab some paper and bandages to help clean it up. “Here, you sit down..I got you.” You could tell he was remorseful by the way he flew into action but it was just a part of the craft. You’d lost count of how many times you’d singed yourself with a hot glue gun or poked yourself with a needle. Hell, you still had a giant scar on your arm from the time you sliced it, trying to cut material for a prop. It was certainly on the tamer side of the injuries you’d sustained. But just knowing that he was even remotely responsible for your pain, he couldn’t handle that.

“Ony, I’m fine. Really..I’ll just wrap it up later..”

“Nah, I should’ve stopped like you said. That’s my fault.” There was a sudden shift in his tone and you didn’t like it! There was no need for him to feel guilty. But here he was, sitting next to you on the bed as he gently cusped your hand and began first aid. He was a true sweetheart if you’d ever met one. He’d start by wiping it away and cleaning it thoroughly. You told him that a bandaid would only get in the way and keep snagging so you’d just leave it uncovered.

“You good? How you feel?” A question that elicited a laugh from you. You didn’t understand why he was so worked up over something so trivial. “I told you I’m okay. You ain’t got to worry, I’m a big girl. It’s gon’ take more than a lil’ ass needle to break me.” It was then that the two of you found yourselves face to face on the edge of the bed. Everything else had seemed to fall silent or as menial background noise. You noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at you and that he was still clutching your hand. Those deep set eyes of his remained focused on you as he casually slid his thumb across your own. “Yeah..I know. But I just wanna make you straight, that’s all..you know I care about you.” The sentiment sends flutters throughout your stomach. He was so sweet and attentive..it really shocked you that no woman had snatched him up already. He was incredibly handsome, respectful and always kind. You were happy to have someone like him in your life.

“I appreciate that..I’m just happy you decided to come with me. It means a lot. I usually do this by myself so I feel a lot better with you around.”

by now, the mood had shifted from slightly intense to..something far more sensual. Serene and quiet, as if the two of you were lovers confessing your feelings under moonlight. Truth be told, you’d never pictured yourselves as anything other than friends up until that moment. But you were always each other’s ‘person’. Attached and glued at the hip and loving the sense of happiness you brought one another. This peace and safety that came with knowing you could be your authentic selves. Inching closer, Ony would bridge the gap of space between your bodies and place a hand on your thigh. “Well you know I wouldn’t have missed this for anything..getting to be alone with you? It’s the highlight of my year..dressing up and getting to experience my first con with my fine ass girl? I couldn’t ask for better.” You’d feel your skin run hot and pangs shooting off in your stomach as he uttered the words in that deep drawl. You couldn’t believe he was so infatuated with you. Granted, you were beautiful and there wasn’t a time that you doubted yourself but he was unreal. Those pearly white teeth, that gorgeous dark skin, chiseled physique and that height..he nearly drove you insane when you were measuring him for all the pieces and you caught a glimpse of that v-line! Right now, your minds were on a one track path and there was no chance of it derailing.

“..Ony..”

because of this, neither of you could fight your urges a second longer and he’d pose a question you’d been dying to hear. “..Can I kiss you? Lemme thank you for helping me..” and without hesitation.. “I think you know the answer.” ..you gave him the green light. In a matter of moments, he’d curl a finger underneath your chin before pulling your face closer and pressing your mouths together. His soft lips collided with your own and eventually, you’d begin to make out. Shoving your tongues around inside of each other’s jaws. Your palm would creep up to cup his face and you’d find yourselves locked in a heated moment of passion. You found yourselves tangled up; hands colliding and caressing the opposite frame and by the time you came up for air, yours were roaming underneath his tank top and his were all up your slightly parted thighs.

“Here..sit on my lap.” Commanding with such suaveness, you couldn’t move fast enough as those perfectly manicured fingers waved you towards him. Ony would chew at his lower lip after licking; his signature mannerism when he was feeling a bit aroused by you. He’d done it so many times, that he had to quell it and be on his best behavior. But now, he couldn’t be too vexed to do so. He wanted you and you’d realize just how much before the night was over. You’d follow his command, propping yourself on his muscular thigh. It was decorated by a single tattoo of Shenron from Dragon Ball Z, surrounded by the eight balls. It was such beautiful work but if Ony could be rather frank…he wanted nothing more than to have you grinding yourself on it or watch that ass clap against it! A depraved thought but a real one nonetheless.

“I think you deserve a break, baby..been working so hard tryna’ get me right…lemme take care of you for a lil’ bit.” It was once you were stationed on his lap with those legs slightly parted, did he resume those sloppy yet gentle pecks. Intermittently shoving his tongue into your mouth. He’d slowly trail those fingertips across your covered skin; still sheathed by those tights underneath your skirt that you’d worn at dinner. Rips had plagued the inner corners as they’d always done…it was nearly impossible for you to keep those or a pair of fishnets with how thick your flesh was. That didn’t seem to bother him at all though. To Ony, it was the most attractive shit a woman could have. He loved how soft and supple your skin was..always scented with cocoa butter and that sweet perfume he loved so much. He loved how your features just made everything you wore, cosplay or otherwise..look so accentuated. He couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, those nimble digits worked their way up your skirt and stopped just a centimeter short of your aching center. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time you’d been so close to a man and in such an intimate setting. But make no mistake, you weren’t scared. In fact, you invited the idea of having him be the first one to ‘deflower’ you.

“You gon’ let me do that, baby?..Can I play with this pretty pussy?..”

the lewd question sending pangs throughout the pit of your belly. You didn’t even hesitate to provide him an answer and before you knew it, he was ripping out the seat of those tights and peeling your panties back. As he suspected, you were dripping. He just knew you’d be some pressure but this was his first bit of confirmation. As you sat idly on his lap, Ony began to toy around with your cunt. Brushing ever so slightly over that clit and running his finger pads along your folds and lips..it was so sticky and he was certain that it tasted even better. A theory he’d put to the test soon enough. However, at the moment, he just wanted to get you stimulated. He wanted to see those cute little reactions when he rubbed on your aching bud and teased it over your hole. Your arm clenched around the back of his neck as you held on for leverage. You’d watch his every move. Following his pace step for step and it was agonizing to see him going so slowly. You needed him to do his worst already!

“Mmm…I knew this shit was gon’ be wet but damn..look at my fingers already and I ain’t even stuck ‘em in..”

referring to the copious amounts of slick coating the tips as he swiped up and down. Over the sound of the crisp air blowing from the vents, he could hear your stirred up secretions, only growing by the minute. And of course, those cute little moans escaping your throat. “Ony…fuck.” “Oh you like that, huh? Like when I play in this pretty hole, don’t you, mama?” All but rhetorically questioning when he finally decided to plunge his middle and index inside simultaneously; nearly making you come undone right there. You couldn’t even elicit a response until he gained a rhythm and slowly worked you over. A single strand of drool seeped from your lips as he gently thrusted those digits back and forth. He could sense just how tight you were from his digits alone. The anticipation to be inside of you was growing stronger. But for now, he’d hide his time and focus solely on your pleasure. Those gentle brown eyes were fluttering and had even rolled back whilst you rolled your hips in a circular motion to meet his movements while incoherent babble left your mouth. But that wouldn’t suffice..he needed to hear you say it.

“Unt uh..use your words, baby. I need to know I’m making you feel good..” and alas, he’d get his answer when he sped up his pace and clutched a hand around your throat. Squeezing ever so slightly to garner his desired reaction. Ony wouldn’t consider himself to be super dominant by any means but he loved taking control to show his girl she had nothing to worry about.

“Y-yeah, daddy. It feels so fucking good.” The name slipping out casually as you pounced up and down on those two fingers. You’d felt a slight tinge of embarrassment but Ony on the other hand? Felt empowered. He never really cared for the term but hearing you utter it with those mellifluous moans, he was reconsidering! In fact, he needed to hear it again. “That’s my good girl…here, lemme take this off too.” Referencing your tube top that had been housing those ample breasts and concealed under your sweater at the restaurant. For now though, he wanted to see his gifts unwrapped. “Fuck..these big ass titties so pretty, baby. I love the way they sit up..”

it was then that he’d bury his face between them and alternate between each one’s nipple while his fingers remained nestled inside of that warmth. They’d slowly work around, twisting until they prodded your g-spot and his tongue swirled those brown buds, lapping and licking. A combination of the stimulating movements had caused you to make quite the mess of his leg with creamy juices spilling forth. You were squirming, becoming restless and in need of an orgasm already. But Ony was enjoying this far more than he should and couldn’t be vexed to stop right now.

“You so fucking pretty, baby. I swear I be so happy when you’re around..”

doting on you constantly whilst working over your sweet spot. He could tell just how excited you had become, just by the way you writhed and squealed as well. In truth, you’d never been in a situation quite like this one. You look so salacious yet so innocent and it wasn’t something that was lost on Ony. In fact, he wanted to further exploit it..

“Open that mouth..” the command followed by you promptly obeying and him gliding those same digits that were just inside of you onto your tongue. It was such a cute sight..watching you suckle on his fingers with those brown doe eyes fixated on him. This was something that he could never grow tired of..reducing his pretty little best friend to his adorable slut! You’d whimper heavily around those digits, moaning and still rutting yourself against his exposed upper thigh. Meanwhile, he was pushing those digits in and out, even getting you to gag and drool a bit from the movements. “Fuck…there you go. Suck them fingers, baby. Taste that pretty pussy f’r me. Yeah, you know your shit good. Fine ass..” which prompted you to giggle. It wasn’t a compliment you received often and honestly, you never doubted that you were beautiful but it was something about him affirming you that made your heart flutter. Suddenly, his low drawl ascended a half a pitch higher when you’d snake your smaller hand into his shorts. You’d continue to be pacified on his fingers whilst jerking him off. You were inconsolable and when you noticed that very visible tent in his bottoms, you had to move.

“Oh my gosh—shit…keep playing wit’ it, just like that…stroke that fucking dick..” growling as he forced his digits a little more down your throat; depressing your tongue along the way and causing you to keep emitting drool. Which served as the perfect lubricant to his already leaking cock. “Mmmm…Ony. Need you to fuck me..” “..you want this dick, baby?” Neither of you could take much more of this teasing and when he’d utter the fateful question, asking if you wanted to go further, you didn’t even hesitate. Despite never being intimate with a man prior. Your only partners were women or your lovely assortment of toys that you’d stashed away in your dresser. Honestly, with your arsenal..you saw little to no need to even entertain these dudes. Any feeling or sensation they could bring forth, your Rose Toy and Bad Dragon could replicate times ten! However, it was something about Ony and the way he made you feel. Not just in an erotic sense, but an emotional one as well. You felt so safe and comfortable in his presence, that it only felt natural to submit. He brought forth your feminine energy and allowed you to thrive in it.

“Here, lay down f’r me, mama. Just like that..and keep them legs spread.”

upon giving you instructions, he’d long since removed you from his lap and allowed you lie flat against the mattress; just awaiting his next move. Your tits were still sitting up, spilled out of the tube top, shuffled around your belly..and those sheer fishnets were as good as torn. It was such a sexy view, that Ony didn’t even want to undress you. However, he stripped all of his clothing down and immediately joined you back on the bed. He’d hover above you with his shaft in hand, stroking slowly. The expression on your face told it all…and he couldn’t help but to laugh. “What’s wrong, baby? You look nervous.” To which all you could do was swallow the lump in your throat. Granted, you didn’t know what an actual human’s length was supposed to look like but from the girth of his and how nearly reached the end of his thigh, nervous was an understatement. What if you couldn’t handle it? What if you embarrassed yourself?!..

“Well don’t be..you know imma take my time witchu’..I been waiting on this a long time.” Whispering to you as he leaned down and met your gaze with warm eyes and gentle smile. Brushing your cheek with that cock still in his opposite palm, he’d place small kisses atop your forehead and eventually your lips. “You just tell me what I need to do..this is yours now. I wanna make you feel good..” but it was a given, blatantly obvious even at this point. You needed every last part and inch of him..with your reassurance, he asked once more if it were okay to keep going and you’d grant him permission with a palm of your own to the side of his face..whispering to him to put it inside of you. Cooing with sweet nothings and whiny breaths, (y/n) begged Ony to fulfill your wish and it wasn’t long before your eyes went wide and your face went flush..

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

in that moment, the sounds of squelching flesh, along with breathy gasps emitted into the room. The two of you clashed and joined as one, right there on the crisp sheets of that king bed. The first few inches of his cock embedded deep between your warm, massaging walls and it was a sensation that could only be described as euphoric. Your legs instinctively coiled his waist, your hands to the sides of his head and his arms on either side of your body. Lying there, awaiting his next move. But alas, he had to regain his composure. Out of fear of sounding a bit too egregious, he’d keep his thoughts to himself but you were most certainly the best pussy he’d ever felt and he hadn’t even made his first thrust! Even so, Ony released a deep grunt and focused his attention back to your pretty face. “You good, baby?..Can I start moving?” This question required a bit more consideration, as you need time to adjust. That initial feeling brought forth a pleasurable yet slightly painful feeling..you didn’t make it a point to disclose to him that you were technically a ‘virgin’..but seeing as how it wasn’t the very first time you’d felt penetration, you didn’t feel it important. Besides, at that very moment. None of the proverbial details really made a difference. All that mattered was that the two of you were comfortably, willing and all ready to take this next step. And after a moment of quick breaths and whimpers, you’d instruct him to keep moving. In which he’d make one full thrust in and out..

“Agghhh…fuck..there we go, baby. In and out..” eventually, you’d fall into a rhythm of kisses that mimicked his thrusts..each one slower than the last but full nonetheless. This was so you could get acclimated with the shape and size of his member. It was a bit much and by the expression on your face, Ony knew he couldn’t start out drilling your shit!..as badly as he wanted to..

“Yeah..you takin’ my dick so good, baby..you feel so warm..” doting on you whilst your tongues swished around one another’s mouths. Sloppy, wet and steamy; an ideal combination. Coupled with that of the slow, deep thrusts in and out of your tight cunt. One thing that you loved about him was that he wasn’t afraid to be vocal. He didn’t shy from the fact that he was feeling good and wanted everyone to know. “Mmmm…Onyyyy…” “I know, mama. I know..” it went without saying, you were certainly enjoying this and he’d do everything he could to make the situation the best he could. Keeping you reigned in close to his chest, Ony persisted with his thrusts, trying to slowly get you to conform to his shape and so far, it was working.

“There you go, baby. Open that shit up..lemme have it.” Soon, the sounds of thumping and smacking began to fill the atmosphere and you’d feel those strokes become a little faster. It was then that you’d feel the swollen tip of that girthy cock not only stretching you out but precisely hitting your spot as well. Once he knew this was your sought after core, he’d hone in on it and pound away with precise thrusts; even rolling his hips and reaching a hand down to massage your clit. You’d have a moment where you’d falter and that, along with those beautiful eyes rolled back. “Fuck!..f-fuck..yes!” However, he thrived off the satisfaction of seeing your expressions and how they shifted, the deeper he got.

“Unt uh..eyes up here. Lemme see that pretty face while I fuck you..gimme that pussy, baby. Yes..”

You found his commands so sexy and soothing. His voice was soft yet stern and you felt comforted by his tone. It was no wonder that you’d become nearly entranced by him. The smacking sounds only grew louder and that was thanks to the fact that you were a dripping puddle between your thighs. Pearly white secretions leaking everywhere, even coating his shaft entirely and making quite the mess. In one fell swoop, Ony shifted from cradling you to his own body, to pinning your legs to the mattress and spreading you wide open. From this angle, he’d have an ideal view of those voluptuous tits bouncing each time he thrusted. Or just how that plump cunt looked swallowing his cock.

“Oooh..you creaming all over my dick, baby…shit’s so fucking sexy. You like the way this shit feels?” “Y-yes, daddy. Thank you, thank you!—“ declaring so with his thumb pad rolling on your clit and a long trail of saliva coating your lips. He didn’t relent, even when you’d squeeze down on him. It was every bit of eight inches and you’d nearly taken all of it at this point..you couldn’t believe it. “I just knew your shit was good..knew this pussy was the best just by looking at you.”

which made the both of you break into a slight giggle. But you certainly had help getting to this point. This was a newfound sensation and your body was reacting accordingly.

“You bring it out of me..fucking me like this—“ the incoherent babble was followed by something that would only further prove his point. When he’d keep gliding back and forth, speeding up his movements..that’s when it happened…

“Oh shit!—“ “AHH!! FUCK!…” as you’d whimper and cry out, even pawing at his abs as those streams of juices began to spill out and hit not only the linen underneath but his torso as well. Marking his decadent skin with splashes of your liquid. He’d never seen and you’d never experienced anything like it!

“..look at you squirting on that dick, baby...” although you were beginning to feel depleted, your body craved more of him. You wanted to keep going until either of you could move another inch. A wish that would soon come to fruition when you felt Ony’s thrusts become a bit more sporadic and off rhythm. He’d begin to falter, falling prey to your sex. Admittedly, it’d been ages since he’d had sex or a proper orgasm to boot but you were on a whole other playing field! The plush of those thighs, the ripple of that pudgy tummy and big tits, not to mention, the warmth of your wet hole…it was simply too much for him to fathom!

“Onyyyy!..” the louder you cried out, clawing into his skin; albeit his back or his abdomen, the more motivated he became to give you the most pleasure he could possibly help you attain. Even so, he’d make certain of your well-being all throughout. Asking if you were okay to keep moving..not doing so without explicit instructions and checking constantly to see if your expressions matched your sounds. He only wanted tears brought forth from joy and ecstasy, not pain. But the smile plastered on your face was pretty indicative of how good you felt! “Haaa..yeah, baby. I’m right here—tell me what you need…”

clinging to the last semblance of dominance he could muster, Ony slowed his pace down back to the original and held you close once more. He needed it..not just your body, but you in your entirety. He needed to hear you say that he was the one that you desired…that he could officially be your special person and never let you go for as long as he lived. It was all he had wanted, since the day he first cast eyes on you. When he first saw you in those shirts and sweats with his favorite series on it and when he first saw you in those cosplays. It was a moment that he not only wanted to remember but keep reliving. He wanted what the two of you had to last for an eternity…“..I love you....” the words sending your heart fluttering like butterflies in a garden. It was all you had been waiting to hear come from his mouth. Ony thought he’d never truly be able to utter the phrase and it has substantial weight behind it but now, he’d found his one and only who made the words come to life.

“I love you too, Ony…” so with a gentle stroke of your fingers to the side of his face, right there in that hotel room…the two of you consummated what had long since been established. The feelings of adoration for one another that could not be contained. It wasn’t long before either of you would reach your peak and before long, he was heaving and holding onto you with the last remnants of his strength.

“..come. Come for me, Ony…come in me..”

With that, you’d answer his earlier question and he’d have no problem fulfilling your request! He’d spotted you taking your birth control pills once you returned from dinner so any qualms he had dissipated. “I’m coming!…imma nut—“ veins bulge from his forehead and hands as he continues rutting into you. Ony’s fingertips grasped the headboard behind you and would serve as his balance as every ounce of his warm seed began to trickle into your inviting womb..you’d both reach that climatic peak together and following your stream of sexual secretions, was a trail of joyous tears shrouding your faces. Heavy gasps and breathless whimpers escaped your throats before you collapsed into one another’s arms. Once you were both back in the realm of reality, lying underneath him, (y/n) didn’t waste another moment before pulling him into a searing, passionate kiss. One that neither of you wanted to break.

but alas, your gazes would meet and you’d break into a fit of light chuckles.

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

poking fun at one another’s reactions in that final moment of ecstasy. But you were both feeling quite well after that. And you wanted nothing more than to keep reveling in it but tomorrow the big day awaited and you both needed rest…

“I’m straight…I mean, shit…you put it on me for real..where you learn to do them lil’ tricks at?” Referring to your earlier display of waterworks but you’d have to tease him once. “A lady never reveals her secrets..” you’d tease back, pursing a finger to his lips before he’d slowly began to pull out, dragging a string of pearlescent cum along with him and splattering a bit on your tummy on the way out. “Besides, I gotta finish your outfit before I fall asleep—“ “Unt uh…you ain’t getting up until you drink sum’ and wipe off. I can get you some snacks from downstairs too.” That’s when he’d roll over and crawl out of the bed, going over to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and some water from the mini fridge adjacent to the foot of the mattress. He wasn’t going to let you up until he made certain you could handle it. That was Ony’s overprotective nature for you. But it came from nothing but the purest intentions.

“That is not necessary. I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but you my girl…and imma always take care of you. So hush.” Kissing your forehead ever so gently before sitting at your side and running that rag over your skin. It felt quite nice and you were glad he made you rest for a moment because your body had been through a foreign experience and he made every single second of it magical…you knew that you wanted to create more memories like this with him for as long as possible. Albeit a convention, a date or even kicking it at his place as you watched him play video games. You just wanted to remain in his presence and remain his girl forever.

“Aye, you gone let me sleep in the wet spot?..I wanna stay cool tonight.”

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

even if he did work the last good nerve you had sometimes!

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sammakesart · 6 months ago

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Castles in the Fade, or What Was the Point of the Veil Anyway

Something that will now haunt me until the end of time is why was the concept of the Veil ever introduced into this series.

We’ve been hearing about it since the very first game. There’s a codex entry about tears in the Veil in Origins. Tamlen mentions a thin spot in the Veil if you play a Dalish elf. Sandal has a prophecy in Dragon Age 2: “One day the magic will come back—all of it. Everyone will be just like they were. The shadows will part and the skies will open wide. When he rises, everyone will see.” Admittedly, this is just one line said by a character who often says odd things, but it hinted to the fact they were planning to do something with the Veil from the very beginning. The state of the Veil is repeatedly brought up. It all had to mean something! Or so I thought.

When I saw “The Dread Wolf Rises” quest in Veilguard, I said, “Oh, here we go!” The Veil is coming down, magic is coming back, and it’s going to set up such an interesting story for the next game.

Alas, no.

I hadn’t really enjoyed my time playing Veilguard up until this point. It felt like the game was ducking and dodging every bit of world building and lore that could possibly bring nuance or complexity to the story. Every returning character or faction was a cardboard cutout of themself. They shoved Solas is a time-out box and gave him nothing to do. They refused to let him have any impact or influence on the story when he had been set up to be our main antagonist back in Trespasser. This game used to be called Dreadwolf! And while we learn about his past… we never talk to him about it. In the present, he’s in stasis.

Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain are our villains. And they are your typical evil for evil’s sake villains. They are mad, bad, and only as dangerous as the narrative will allow as to not give Rook and co too much trouble. They are surprisingly patient while Rook fixes all their companions’ problems… until Elgar’nan moves the moon to cause an eclipse. A vital component in making his own lyrium dagger. For some reason. This guy can move a satellite!? And he just let Rook walk away in previous encounters… twice. Ok. Sure.

The Evil Duo need their own dagger ostensibly to tear down the Veil, because they want to unleash the full force of the Blight onto the world. Because they are evil. And they were thwarted last time they tried to Blight the entire world. Why do they think Blighting the world is a good idea? What’s the point of ruling a world if everyone is dead? I guess they haven’t thought that through, because of the madness and the evilness.

Ok, I thought. Perhaps the gods will be the one to tear down the Veil. Or maybe we’ll have a choice to let Solas do it his way before they can, which will be less chaotic and less full of Blight. Because the Veil has to be coming down one way or another? Why introduce the concept of the Veil, especially a Veil that has been thinning and failing since the series began, if it’s just going to… stay.

There is a principle in storytelling called Chekov’s gun. If something is mentioned in a story, it must have a purpose. If you keeping mentioning that gun hanging on the wall over the fireplace, it’s because at some point in the story, someone is going to take it down and use it. The Veil felt like Chekov’s gun to me. Chekov’s Veil, if you will. It’s been here from the beginning of our tale, the spectre hanging over our protagonists’ heads for multiple games.

The Veil has been a character unto itself. It was the central focus of the third game, and its dissolution was set up to be the core conflict of the fourth game. We learn everything we thought we knew about the Veil was a lie. It was not created by the Maker to separate the Fade from this world because of jealous spirits, it was created by a guy named Solas to trap the elven gods and the Blight from destroying the world. Also, the elven gods were never gods, and they are also evil.

This reveal will surely throw the Andrastian religion into chaos! This puts the very existence of the Maker into question! The Evanuris are a lie; it’s only fair Catholicism—oh, I mean—the Chantry is a lie too. We briefly touch on that in Veilguard… then it is quietly discarded. Religious crisis averted.

But I digress.

When the title of the fourth game was changed from Dreadwolf to Veilguard, I started to see the writing on the wall. Still, I held out hope the Veil would have some greater purpose in the story. That its introduction as a concept was for a reason. That something in this world would change.

Instead, from the get-go, the question of the Veil is no question at all. We only get Solas and Varric making oblique or catastrophizing statements about it. Solas says little beyond he has a plan. If I ever wanted to hear a villain monologue about their plan, it was now! Varric, on the other hand, decries Solas’s plan. He warns that should the Veil fall, it will destroy the world and drown it in demons. And that’s that.

We never really learn why Solas wants to tear the Veil down, or why he thinks it will help anyone. “The Veil is a wound inflicted upon this world. It must be healed,” he says. And that’s basically all he says about it in Veilguard. In Inquisition and Trespasser, we learn it took the immortality from the elves. It cut most of magic off from the world. Spirits are trapped and are being corrupted into demons, and most of what we know about spirits and demons is wrong. There are ancient elves possibly asleep? That part is left vague, but ancient elves are still about. We meet some in Mythal’s temple. There seems to have been some merit in bringing it down, because elves were flocking to Solas’s cause at the end of Trespasser. He had agents working for him already. What do they know that we don’t know?

Apparently nothing, because by the time Veilguard rolls around, there are no mention of agents. He is working alone. His only motivation now seems to be he’s too deep in his sunk-cost fallacy. The Veil is unnatural, so it must be removed—consequences be damned. We are never given any reason to think Solas has a leg to stand on in his pursuit of tearing down the Veil. We never hear any kind of counter argument from anyone, not even Solas, as to why the Veil should come down. We are only told it will destroy the world. It will drown the world in demons. This is all Solas’s fault.

There is no nuance. No complexity. No moral quandary to mull over. The game gives us vague warnings with no explanation as to what exactly is so world-annihilating about the Veil coming down. We must take Varric’s word at face value. We’re the heroes; Solas is the villain. Stop him.

It makes me wonder why Solas was ever a companion in Inquisition, let alone a romance option. Solas was presented to us as a complicated character in Inquisition. We had the potential throughout the game to make him see the value of this world, to help him realize he was wrong about it. “We aren’t even people to you,” the Inquisitor says in Trespasser. Solas replies, “Not at first. You showed me that I was wrong...again.” He began the third game viewing the world as tranquil, seeing the people in it as nothing more than figments in a nightmare, just as we saw our companions in the In Hushed Whispers quest. He ends the game having made friends, having recognized he was mistaken. He might have even fallen in love. (Or he may still seen no merit in this world if the Inquisitor antagonized him the entirety of their time together.) But something makes him continue with his plan to tear down the Veil, despite recognizing this world is real. He must know something we don’t. Something we’ll learn about in the next game.

We’ve been hearing about the Veil for three games now. We’ve set up our complex antivillain for the next installment, and he’s going to tear the Veil down. We swear to stop him or save him. But it has to be more complex than that. It can’t be so straightforward. Uncomplicated. Simple. Boring. Right? Right?

Nope. He really is just the villain, mustache-twirling and all. He apparently had no greater motivation, no as of yet unrevealed knowledge that would put this whole Veil thing into a new context. It was really as simple as the Veil falling will destroy the world, so Solas must be stopped. There is no new information that is revealed which makes us question what we are doing. Solas is never given any nuance or complexity to his actions. Nuance and complexity have actively been taken away. Both him and the Veil are looking like they are the worst things to be in a story: pointless. Why introduce the Veil if it’s just going to remain unchanged? Why introduce a character like Solas, bother humanizing him (for lack of a better term), giving us his backstory, setting him up as a cunning antagonist, only to make him look stupid, then put him on a shelf until the last ten minutes of your game?

Solas was the trickster archetype of this tale. He was our version of Loki from Norse mythology. What is the role of the trickster archetype? To challenge the status quo. To bring about events of extreme change, like say, the tearing down of a Veil that holds back all of magic. Loki is a huge contributing factor in Ragnarök. Through his manipulation, he causes the death of the beloved god, Baldr. This ushers in a long winter, which signifies the beginning of the end. Loki is imprisoned for this crime. When the final battle between gods and giants begins, the sun and moon are swallowed, plunging the earth into darkness. The earth shakes and Loki is freed to fight on the side of the giants. The world burns in raw chaos, falls beneath the sea, and is reborn. The world is remade, and a new realm of the gods and a new, better earth is formed.

It really felt like this was the setup they were going for. Solas causes the death of Mythal, and this is his catalyst for creating the Veil, which ushers in a world without magic. This could be seen as equivalent to the long winter. Solas falls asleep, trapped in dreams. He wakes and sets in motion bringing about the apocalypse. It’s not a perfect one to one, but it’s there if you squint. We have a war against the gods in Veilguard. I was expecting a few remaining Titans to wake and join the fight. But we don’t get any of that. There is a final battle, but it does not end in the end of the world. Or a better world. It just ends, and everything is the same.

It seems our trickster god caused his apocalypse thousands of years before our story started, when he created the Veil. His role in this tale was over before ours began, and he really is just some relic from a long-past age. He has no role, no purpose in this story. He is here to be thwarted. He is no Loki at all.

If you can’t tell, I wanted the Veil to come down. Did I think the Veil coming down would be painless? Have no negative consequences? No. Of course not. But keeping it up has negative consequences too. And it made for an interesting story. Or at least it could have. But we never explore that. The game presents no counter argument to having the Veil stay up, which, again, begs the question: what was the point of introducing the concept of the Veil at all?

Did I think the Veil coming down was actually the best solution to help Thedas become a better place? I don’t know, and I never will, because the game never argues for it one way or another. It just tells you to want it in place and to stop asking questions. In real life, a catastrophic event is not the best way to solve any of the world’s problems. But this is the realm of fiction. We have gods and monsters, magic and myth. We have introduced the status quo of Thedas, recognized it needs to change, then our trickster god appears ready to fulfill his role in the narrative.

Instead, it all comes to nothing.

I got to the end of Veilguard… and everything was more or less the same as it was at the start of Origins. Veilguard actually tries its hardest to pretend any previously mentioned problems don’t exist, so of course the Veil coming down has no merit. There are no problems to solve in this world, apparently. Solas is just stuck in the past and can’t get with the times. Silly Solas.

The Veil isn’t even a permanent solution. It wasn’t to begin with. It was some duct tape wrapped around a broken pipe, and we’ve just slapped an extra piece of tape on it. It’s still leaking. It is still unnatural, and will fall eventually one way or another. Large amounts of bloodshed weaken it, so I guess Thedas better achieve world peace real quick to avoid any battles. There were seven super-powered mages holding it together… now there is just one. Ironically, the Veil was going to fall after two more Blights anyway. The Wardens were doing Solas’s work for him! It would also have released the full force of the Blight at that time… which Solas was trying to avoid, I presume.

It feels like keeping the Veil up just pushed a big problem onto Thedas’ future generations. We’ll keep slapping bandaids on it until it all falls apart. Someone else can deal with the fallout, but we’ll be dead by then, so who cares.

Primarily, I wanted the Veil to come down from a storytelling perspective. The Veil was an interesting concept and I wanted the story to do something interesting with it. Conflict is what makes stories stories and the Veil coming down could create so much compelling and complex conflict. And the Fade is weird, and I like weird. Stories are also about change, and I wanted to see Thedas change. Yet, Veilguard is over, and barely anything has changed. Instead of magic coming back being a conflict for the next game, they went with Fantasy Illuminati. Oh.

The Veil turned out to be a nothing-burger, and no problems in this world are even close to being solved. Slavery is still rampant in Tevinter. The elven people are still oppressed everywhere. Mages have no more rights in the South than they did in Origins. Spirits are still trapped and being corrupted. The Calling still exists, though might be different somehow now? They don’t really get into that. The Chantry’s validity is still not allowed to be questioned. The Blight still exists in some form, but again it’s vague. Oh, and we learn the dwarves have been gravely wronged, and the Titans are still tranquil. At least if you redeem Solas and a romanced Lavellan joins him, they can work together on healing the Blight and helping the Titans. Oh, good. One problem is being acknowledged and some action will be taken. Offscreen. Hurray? Solas doesn’t have a really great track record of fixing problems, so Lavellan is definitely going to need to be there to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up.

For some reason, this game seemed terrified of letting us think about anything for more than two seconds. It shied away from complexity or nuance at every turn. The game is called The Veilguard—ironically, that word is never uttered in the game—but we are given no real motive for guarding the Veil. We’re unquestionably the hero. The villains are uncomplicatedly evil. Save the world… never wonder what you are doing or why.

I wanted the game to make me question if the Veil staying up or coming down was the right choice. I needed to be given a real counter argument. Convince me the alternative would actually be better or worse, because as I mentioned… things suck quite a bit in Thedas already for a lot of people right now. Let the Veil’s fate be a difficult choice to make. If the conflict cannot be what to do about the Veil, it should be am I doing the right thing about the Veil. If the heart of your game is so thin on motive, everything else falls apart around it.

I hoped they were setting up a complex, Thedas-sized existential conflict for this game in Trespasser, but no. I wanted something to happen, but nothing did.

I want to feel challenged and changed by a story, not left feeling empty. I’m tired of superficial entertainment. I want to sink my teeth into a narrative that doesn’t paint the world in broad strokes of black and white, good and evil, heroes and villains.

Ultimately, I think my issue is why even introduce a concept like The Veil if you’re not going to do anything interesting with it. Or anything at all. What I thought was Chekov’s Veil turned out to just be a MacGuffin. And that’s disappointing.

#dragon age #the veil #the veil the veil the veil #solas #in which I shake my fist at heaven for 3000 words

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mr2swap · 5 months ago

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The Incident: It's not her

-It's not her, It's not her, It's not her- I repeated over and over again from the laundry room where I was hiding, between one of my hands I held my small slippery cock and with the other I held the gym clothes of " Mama,” his tank top was completely soaked with his hot, sticky sweat and his boxers were so wet that he could squeeze the sweat out and drink it like the most delicious juice.

I felt like hell doing this with my mother's clothes... but she was no longer my mother or at least that's what I told myself to try to silence the guilt, "Mama" or rather Frank was living with me and we were increasingly In the same room all I could think about was kneeling before his long hairy legs and taking out his huge cock and worshiping his huge hairy shaft.

It had been a big surprise for the whole family that my own mother was one of those affected by one of those incidents that a group of terrorists were causing throughout the country. This time it happened in the supermarket. My mother was shopping at the supermarket when they released that gas everywhere.

When we saw the news about the terrorist attack we tried to call mom, but no one answered. And hours later the police knocked on our door to bring “mom” back to her home.

I and dad stayed silent for several minutes watching a huge hairy man, almost 2 meters tall, enter our house with a bag full of groceries. “Mom” looked quite embarrassed. His movements were totally feminine and contrasted with that body. A thick beard. It covered his face and the thin fabric of his tank top revealed his muscular, hairy chest.

“Mama” ran to hug us with his long, strong arms, while a couple of tears of sadness stained his handsome face. Mom still didn't control his strength so that strong hug only made things even more awkward between us.

All of this was too much for my dad, He… just stayed silent for days, the house had never felt so bad, but luckily I lived alone and was only visiting to help mom and all the changes she was going through.

A week after the Incident, Mama arrived at my apartment with a suitcase in her hand and with a sad expression on her face.

-Your father and I... we are taking some time-

I knew what that meant dad was always very homophobic, that's the reason I left home, when I came out of the closet dad had the same reaction, ignoring me completely, but this time it was his own wife who was now a “faggot”

At first Mom's posture, movements and way of speaking were very effeminate, when we went to buy some clothes I heard some boys call us “faggots” without knowing that I was only shopping with my mother, but now I barely recognize her .

In just one month Mom started to change, she seemed much happier with her much younger and fit body, she started going to the gym and made new friends, loud, smelly, and extremely masculine guys, little by little Mom got used to his new friends and his new body and he completely became “Frank” Not only with his friends but also with me.

He stopped behaving like a 50-year-old lady and became a muscular airheaded caveman. When he's not devouring everything in the refrigerator while watching a football game in front of the TV, he's fucking some girl in what used to be my room. .

-That loser? Oh yes it's my... friend, his ex just left him and I let him sleep on my couch... but don't worry about him, now let me see those huge tits... -

That's usually his excuse when he brings a girl to my apartment, to fuck her loudly all night. And I... well, I sneak into the laundry room so I can listen much better as he fucks a new girl while I masturbate with her clothes, just like now.

If you liked this story about the "incident" there is a whole series of stories about people who lost their real bodies thanks to one of those attacks that are happening all over the country in my Ko-Fi archives… if you're lucky you could be next.

#body swap #male body swap #bodyswap #body switch #male transformation

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rcvcgers · 4 months ago

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ok so, we both know im totally smitten with your work, rotten apples (ps, chapter five gave me LIFE.) but i was wondering if i could request a smedium (small/medium) oneshot/drabble inspired from this :

https://x.com/baobei_beh/status/1894024841482666126?s=46 ( full credits to this artist.)

but with the non mc!reader x caleb from rotten apples trope minus him calling her pipsqeak , def pretty bird in replacement 🙂‍↕️

if not, i totally understand hehe.

ask and you shall receive!

Video Games

A Rotten Apples One Shot

masterlist , series masterlist

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: caleb interrupts your gaming weekend. a bet is made!

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: not proofread! caleb's a simp lmfao. i wrote this one go and didn't look back okay i hope y'all enjoy it! gonna tag the rotten apples taglist in the comments!

author's note: thank you for this request! it shall be an official rotten apples one shot/drabble! also yes. reader & caleb are lowkey fwb. deal with it

content warning: reader teases caleb's boner with her feet, kissing, hinted at spice but not full blown smut, oh and she uses her thighs

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You don’t even know how it happened. One moment, you’re alone on your couch playing your favorite game, and the next minute Caleb is at your door with bags of snacks and drinks. You stare at him through the peephole, watching as he rocks back and forth on his feet waiting for your response.

“Pretty bird?” Caleb smiles, leaning in. “I know you’re in there! Open up!”

“Not now, Caleb! I’m busy!” you call back. He rolls his eyes and holds up the bags. You groan and crack the door open, your eyes peeking from the exposed sliver. “What’s in the bags?”

“Let me in and you’ll find out,” Caleb chuckles and leans down to meet your gaze. You narrow your eyes at him, contemplating it for a moment.

Eh, fuck it. What do you have to lose anyways?

You step back and swing the door open, fully revealing your apartment and yourself to Caleb. You wear an oversized hoodie, the hood covering your head, matched with the sweatpants you stole from your mom’s closet when you ran out of her house.

The sight of you made Caleb’s jaw drop. Fuck, you make whatever you wear look so god damn good. He quickly recovers, though, and watches as you left him stranded at the door, walking back to the couch. He scrambles inside, kicking his shoes off, as he makes his way to your kitchen. He sets the bags down on the counter and moves the plethora of snacks he bought.

A variety of chips, chocolate, gummy candies, popcorn, pretzels, and a few tubs of ice cream now litter your counter. Caleb takes his time shoving the ice cream in your stuffed freezer, organizing the snacks into various sized bowls. Using his Evol, he walks towards you, bowls floating behind him, his purple eyes watching as you punch the couch in frustration.

“What’s got you angry?” Caleb asks, the bowls floating onto your empty coffee table. You look up at him, scowl on your face, and point to the television. He turns his head to the side and stares at the “YOU DIED” logo on the screen.

He chuckles and glances back at you, making himself at home on the ground in front of you. Caleb scoots back, the back of his neck pushing through your closed thighs. He’s a determined man, you’ll give him that!

You roll your eyes and open your legs. Why you are doing this? You’ll never know. Perhaps you are in one of those silly goofy moods where you simply do not care to fight.

“Need me to help you out, pretty bird?” Caleb holds his hand up. You roll your eyes and smack it away. You close out of the game and go back to your console’s home screen.

You lean your head over Caleb’s. He tilts his head back right on cue and you fight the urge to push his dark hair out of his face so you can get a better look of his violet eyes. He cocks his head to the side, his charming smile prominent on his face. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, tearing your gaze off of his face.

“Oh cool! I didn’t know you had this game!” Caleb exclaims. He uses his Evol to grab the extra controller that sits beside your console. He turns it on and opens up the fighting game. You chuckle and sit up, thighs slightly tightening around Caleb’s head.

Oh man, he’s in heaven.

“I’m going to kick your ass!” You use your thighs to yank his head around. He laughs and uses his Evol to avoid the whiplash.

“Straight to shit talking! I love it!” Caleb hooks his arms around your legs. He pinches your calf and you gasp, slapping his head. He winces but laughs some more.

As the game loads, Caleb’s fingers graze up and down your shin. His touch is ticklish. You try to wrestle your leg away from him but he keeps you in place, even being so bold to place a few kisses to your knee. Your eyes glance down and catch a glimpse of his bulge. It’s right there, so how can you not look at it?

You chuckle and stop your movement. Slowly leaning over him, you grab the sides of his head and tilt him up to look at you. A devious smirk spreads across your face.

“Let’s make things interesting, shall we?” Caleb’s eyebrows perk up. You continue, “Whoever loses a round has to take off an item of clothing.”

“Oh?” Caleb hums. You nod. “You better be ready to lose, then!”

“Bitch, please,” you lean down. Your face hovers over his. Your finger slip into his hair and you give it a gentle tug. “I’m wearing layers.”

The first round was too easy for you. You made sure to pick a character that nobody ever used while Caleb chose one of the titular characters. Caleb was cocky at first, as he usually is, and he completely underestimated your ability in the fighting game. He could barely comprehend what was happening. His jaw was on the floor.

Your character performed the perfect fatality. The character on the screen uses their powers to obliterate his, turning his character into nothing but a bloody mess.

Caleb slowly turns, a look of horror fixed on his face. You feign a disinterested yawn and look at your nails. Your gaze flits to his and you smirk.

“Come on, honey,” you use a tender name to ease his pain, “take something off.”

The Colonel is stunned to say the least. He blinks for a few moments and slowly stands up. He looks down at you as you lazily lean into the plush couch cushion. He nods and rests his hands on his hips.

“You got me,” Caleb admits with a breathy chuckle. His hands attach themselves to the hem of his shirt, swiping it over his head, and tossing it to the side. “I’m going to win these next few rounds, though.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. His torso is just…godly. His perfectly sculpted abs taunt you, his happy trail making you drool. Caleb smirks and settles back on the ground and between your legs. You clear your throat and take your controller in your hand once again, pressing the button to start a new round.

It went on like this for the next hour. Between you and Caleb bickering and demanding a redo because of the distractions that the other person made, neither of you realized just how close you were to being naked. Caleb wears just his boxers while you’re in a bra and cotton panties (you weren’t expecting the company, okay? Don’t be mad!).

You poked your finger into his bare chest, huffing and puffing that him using his Evol to hold you still was not fair.

“Sucks to suck, pretty bird!” Caleb retorts. He crosses his muscular arms over his skin, a few light and very faint scars scattered across his limb. You gasp and slap his bicep, turning back to the couch and plopping down. You grab his remote and hurl it at him. He catches it with one hand, eyes narrowing while a smirk spreads across his face.

Caleb has you right where he wants you. All annoyed and irritated, willing to win at whatever cost. It’s not too long until he’s going to win, leaving you to drop either your bra or panties.

“Come on, dickhead, I don’t have all day,” you point to the spot in front of you. He obeys but takes his time, earning a small push to side from your foot.

Once he sits down, you make sure to scoot all the way up, your warmth making itself at home on the back of his neck. Caleb gulps, his mind slightly frying. He struggles to pick a character, the heels of your feet sliding up and down his chest, teasing him.

The game begins. The only sounds in your apartment come from the television, your characters grunting and yelling insults, and the sound of furious clicking from the controllers you two hold. The first match goes to Caleb, but it isn’t over yet.

You groan and throw yourself back. Caleb claps his hands and cracks his knuckles, ready to make it a clean sweep.

You move closer to him and move your thighs inward. The fat from your legs pushes into the sides of his face. Caleb groans, a tent forming in his pants. He closes his eyes and grabs your shin just as the next round is set to begin.

“No distractions, remember?” He reminds you. You nod and pull your legs away. Caleb regrets his decision to remind you.

Your characters bounce around the screen. You lean forward and rest your controller on his head, swaying him back and forth. His cock hardens and he fights back the urge to throw the controllers away and take you right here, right now on your couch. You bite your lip and glance down at his lap. You chuckle and inch forward, your feet dropping down to his crotch.

It starts with a gentle tease. Just a poke here and there, mumbling a sorry as your characters throw each other around the map. After a second or two, you slide the sole of your foot over his covered member, slowly moving it up and down.

“Ah — pretty bird, your f—,” Caleb groans and closes his eyes, head rolling back. The friction from your movement is agony. His hips tilt upward, trying to add more pressure.

“I’m what? Fantastic at this game? Thanks, I know,” you innocently giggle and clench your thighs around his head. He drops the controller, body shuddering from pleasure, as your character wins the match with ease.

Your body leaves his, jumping over him. You cheer and jump, clapping and swirling your hips around in a nasty taunt. Caleb watches, his breathing heavy, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. His eyes fixate on your gyrating hips. He bites his lip and stands up, boner prominent through his tight boxers.

“I won! You lost! Suck it, bitch!” You cheer, finally turning to face him.

Caleb is only a few inches away from you. You can feel the heat radiate off of his body, warming your skin. You look up and unconsciously blush from the close proximity. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, hands grabbing your hips, drawing you to him.

His stiff cock presses into your warmth. You gasp, breasts pushing into his chest. You take a step backward, the pads of your feet traveling over loose clothing items. Caleb follows you, head leaning down as his lips catch yours into a heated kiss.

Caleb moves you towards your bedroom door. It’s a route he’s memorized in the few times you’ve allowed him into your apartment. Those times were filled with, well, heated moments of passion and sometimes out of pure anger.

You drape your arms around his neck. He picks you up, legs wrapping around his waist. You gasp and pull away from the kiss, looking at him with wide eyes.

“The loser doesn’t get a prize,” you warn, hands moving to his chest fingernails digging in. Caleb smirks, kicking open your bedroom door.

“True…then again, the winner deserves one, don’t you think?”

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applecaviar · 12 days ago

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I have a request for a smut fic where basically mc pranks Caleb on Instagram by posting some spicy pictures on her close friends story ( but she removed everyone and only kept him🤭) he saw them and got furious that other people are seeing them too and he floods her DMS with jealous messages and "who else is seeing these??" messages 😭 mc starts gradually posting semi spicy pictures to almost nudes and he literally storms to her apartment until she tells him it's just a prank and basically punishes her for pranking him like that 😵 it's 4am and I can't stop thinking about this I need to sleeppp 😭

Btw I absolutely LOVEEE your work so much especially the horny thoughts series is just *chef's kiss* thank you for your service !!😋

I hope this is what you were looking for ☺️☺️.

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You lean in closer to the mirror, checking your reflection as you adjust the strap of your dress. The fabric stretches across your curves. You smirk to yourself, knowing exactly what you're doing.

It's just a harmless prank, right? Nothing too crazy.

With a few taps on your phone, you post the picture on your social media profile. But this isn't any ordinary post. No, You made sure to set the privacy settings just right, only Caleb could see it, while making it seem like your closest friends were also enjoying the sexy snapshot.

You giggle to yourself as you imagine his reaction. Will he be shocked? Angry? Possibly even a little bit jealous? The thought sends a thrill down your spine. You've always been able to get under his skin, in more ways than one.

Grinning to yourself, you tossed your phone aside and stood up, stretching like a cat. You wondered how long it would take before Caleb said something. The anticipation was killing you.

Half an hour later, there was no message, Caleb hadn't reacted to your previous post, leaving you with only a seen notification. Two could play this game, you thought to yourself. If he wanted to ignore your provocative dress picture, then you'd give him something he really couldn't overlook.

Slowly you slid the dress off your body, letting it pool around your feet on the floor. You stood there for a moment, naked and bare, feeling a rush of empowerment and naughtiness.

You grabbed Caleb's old shirt, the one you always used as a sleep shirt. It was already worn and soft from countless washes, with holes that showed glimpses of your skin. The collar slipped down your shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of your neck and a peek of your collarbone.

You struck a pose, one hand resting on your hip while the other played with the hem of the shirt, teasingly high on your thigh. You arched your back slightly, letting the shirt ride up to expose more of your smooth skin. The picture was perfect, a study in contrasts, with the casual, almost lazy pose and the revealing nature of the shirt. It screamed "I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm just here to tease you."

Satisfied with your handiwork, you uploaded the picture and not even 5 min later you received a text.

Bingo! You had him right where you wanted him.

Who else is seeing these?

Caleb's message was short and to the point.

So you can text me for this, but ignore me for days because of a stupid fight?

His next message popped up almost instantly.

Answer the damn question. Who else is seeing these?

Well if it's set to be seen by my close friends then you should have your answer.

You hit send, knowing full well that your sarcastic quip would only serve to fuel his anger. You knew Caleb well enough to know that he would not let this go easily.

Why do you want people to see you like this? And don't say it's just a picture, this is ridiculous...

Isn't that rich coming from the guy who's been ignoring me for days because of a stupid argument? I think the real question is, why do YOU care so much who sees me like this, hmm?

No answer, again.

Your next move was risky, but the thrill of it all was simply too tempting to resist. With a newfound sense of daring, you slipped off Caleb's old shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Next, you grabbed one of his spare uniform coats he kept at your place, holding it up admiringly. The cold, dark fabric was a stark contrast to your bare skin, and you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. Perfect.

Sitting down in front of your mirror, you draped the coat over your shoulders, leaving the front open and hanging loosely off your frame. You gasped as you caught sight of your reflection, half of your breasts were on full display. Perfect indeed.

Your lack of underwear left you feeling exposed, you had no choice but to cross your legs demurely, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty.

With shaking hands, you held up your phone, angling it just right to capture the image. The coat, the exposed skin, the crossed legs, it was a recipe for disaster. You snapped the picture, your heart pounding as you hit post, knowing full well the effect it would have on him. This was it, the final piece of the puzzle, the ultimate test of his self control.

You stared at your phone screen, your heart sinking as the minutes ticked by with no response from Caleb. Twenty minutes had passed since you posted that picture, and still, there was nothing. No angry message, no frantic call, not even a single word.

A pang of disappointment hit you. Had you pushed him too far? Did he really not care enough to respond, even in anger? You knew Caleb could be stubborn, that he had a tendency to clam up when he was furious. But this silence was deafening.

Sighing, you flopped back on your bed, your mind racing. You knew it was too late for Caleb to come over, he was all the way in Skyhaven, and he would never make the trip at this hour. No, if he was going to confront you, it would have to wait until morning.

You tossed and turned, the silence stretched on, and with each passing minute, your unease grew.

Mechanically you went about your nighttime routine, mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Caleb's silence. You brushed your teeth, went through your meticulous skincare routine, and stepped out of your room, still lost in thought. It was only as you entered the dimly lit kitchen that you glanced down and noticed you were still wearing Caleb's coat. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you realized your forgetfulness.

But when you looked back up you froze in shock at the sight of a man sitting on your couch.

"Damn it, Caleb!" you gasped, your heart leaping into your throat. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

You clutched the coat tightly around yourself, your eyes widened as you took a step back, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Answer me," you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "What are you doing here so late? I thought you were in Skyhaven."

"I have a spare key, remember?

"Yeah, for emergencies," you retorted. "I don't think a stupid fight counts as an emergency, Caleb."

"Take down those pictures NOW"

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that tone well, it was the same one he used as a Colonel, the one that demanded immediate obedience and left no room for argument.

"No," you said, your voice steadier than before, even as your heart raced. "You can't just barge in here and order me around."

You stood your ground, even as Caleb rose to his feet and began striding towards you "You wanted attention? I'm here. Now take them down."

"Maybe it was someone else's attention I wanted."

Wrong answer. Wrong fucking answer

You saw the shift in Caleb's demeanor a split second too late. The air around him crackled with a dangerous energy as your words sank in, the implication of them striking him like a physical blow. A muscle in his cheek twitched, the only outward sign of the rage that suddenly exploded behind his eyes. Those deep purple irises flashed with a fury you had rarely seen, even in all your years together.

In a blink, your back hit the wall, the breath knocked from your lungs as Caleb slammed his palms against it on either side of your head. He leaned in close, so close that you could feel his breath ,hot and heavy, against your face, could smell the faint whiskey scent on his breath. The coat you wore suddenly felt stifling, the wool roughly abrading your bare skin as Caleb's body pressed against yours, pinning you in place.

"You want to play games, Y/N? You'll lose. You know better"

You swallowed hard,and met his gaze defiantly. "Maybe I don't"

A humorless smirk twisted Caleb's lips "You wanted my attention," his voice was rough with a hunger that made your toes curl. "And your pussy licked. I could've done both. All you had to do was ask"

He licked, sucked and teased your pussy, bringing you to the brink again and again, only to pull back at the last moment. Hours passed in a blur of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Tears of frustration streamed down your cheeks as you begged and pleaded, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. He ignored your pleas, determined to claim every last shred of your pleasure for himself.

Finally, when you were a mess of quivering, oversensitized nerves, Caleb hauled you up and on his lap. Your legs trembled as you straddled him, your slick, swollen folds parting around his fat cock. You gasped as he filled you, stretching you wider than you had ever been stretched before.

His hands guided you up and down his length, his eyes drinking in the sight of your tits bouncing with every rise and fall.

But no matter how you circled your hips or rolled your body, you couldn't get him all the way inside. He was just too big, too thick, your tight cunt struggling to take him to the hilt.

Your legs began to shake and your movements grew sluggish as exhaustion set in. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided your movements, forcing you to take him deeper with every downward thrust. You could feel your climax building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core as he pounded into you.

"I...I can't take it anymore, Caleb," you whimpered

Your breath hitched as Caleb flipped you on your back, his heavy body settling between your thighs. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock even deeper into you, stretching your walls around his impressive girth.

"Yes, just like that," Caleb growled as he gripped your hip bones tightly "Wider baby, let me get deep into your pretty pussy. Take every inch of me like a good girl."

Panting, you reached down and gripped the sheets beneath you, spreading your thighs wider to accommodate his thrusts. Your knees began to tremble as they pressed against the mattress on either side of you.

Your back arched sharply as Caleb's thick cock slammed dead on into that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending a shockwave of pleasure. A high, keening cry tore from your throat as you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

"Right there, fuck Caleb, right there!" you wailed, hips bucking frantically to meet his thrusts. Desperate for more, your hand snaked down between your bodies to find your puffy clit.

Caleb's eyes darkened as he watched your fingers fly over your clit and his cock thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy, your walls clinging greedily to his shaft.

"She's clingy...fuuuuck...just like you princess"

But just as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy, your inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around him, he slapped your hand away from your clit. His grip tightened on your hip, holding you down as he loomed over you, his expression thunderous.

"No," Caleb commanded "You're not allowed to cum yet Y/N . Not until I say so"

His fingers closed around your throat, feeling you swallow as he continued to pound into you, driving you higher and higher towards your peak.

"Please Caleeeeb...."

"Later, I'm going to hold your neck just like this," Caleb rasped," so I can feel you swallow while I cum down your throat"

His words, dark and filthy and so full of carnal intent, were the final push you needed to fly apart completely.

"CUMMING! Oh fuck, Caleb, I'm CUMMING!"

The force of your orgasm was so intense, so all consuming, that you swore you could feel it in the tips of your fingers and toes. Your pussy clamped down around his shaft like a vice, your walls spasming uncontrollably as a flood of your juices gushed out around his cock.

He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as he felt your release drenching his cock and balls, dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. His hips stuttered and jerked as he slammed into you one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt inside you.

In that moment, you knew you had truly reached the pearly gates of heaven. If you were to die right then and there, with Caleb's cock pulsing deep inside your cunt and his cum flooding your womb, it would be the most exquisite way to go. You clung to him, trembling and mewling, lost in the throes of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

Your body went limp beneath Caleb, the intense pleasure had drained you completely, leaving you drifting in a haze of blissful oblivion. The last thing you said before you fell into deep sleep was "It was all a prank silly"

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party - nsfw dbf!bucky barnes

word count: 1.9k based on this ask. disclaimer: uncle kink. (not actual uncle, it's reader's dad's best friend.) all characters are 18+. this chapter has some themes of dub-con but it's all fully consensual don't worry. you have been warned. read at your own discretion. a/n: I LITERALLY ONLY PROOFED THIS ONCE BUT I SO BADLY WANT TO POST.

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"Bucky, this is a bad idea," you tell him as you watch him shut the door to your bedroom behind you. "there's a million people downstairs. my parents will be looking for me."

your protests fall on deaf ears as he steps closer, staring you down with those eyes that somehow manage to both scare you and make you feel like the only girl in the world.

his hands come to hold you by your waist, not once breaking eye contact with you as he approaches. "then tell me you'd rather go back downstairs."

his words are a challenge, and even though you know better than to play his games...

he's right.

"come on, baby," he says, his words like molasses in your ears, "tell me you don't want Uncle Bucky to make you feel better, hmm?"

you can't help but roll your eyes at him. "you're horrible," you comment, shaking your head and smacking his arm, "now is not the fucking time for this, and you know it."

"your body's telling me a different story," he says with that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. he gently brushes your hair back off your shoulder, revealing the skin of your neck to his gaze. you make no attempts to push him away or deny his words as he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses to your flesh.

"no marks, Bucky," you scold. you really don't feel like having to spend another couple minutes in the bathroom trying to cover them up, to no avail, when you have a house full of people downstairs.

you can't help but gasp sharply when his hands on your waist suddenly spin you around, making you do a double take. next thing you know, he's suddenly picking you up like and tossing you forward onto the bed.

"Bucky!" you yelp as you fall against the sheets of your bed, but before you can turn around to yell at him, he's crawling over you, pinning you to the bed.

"shh..." he hushes you, pressing his hips down on yours to keep you in place. he's too strong for you to fight back against him, his weight successfully trapping you. you can feel his bulge up against the crack of your ass, and fuck, doing this right now is so wrong but it feels so good.

he once again pushes your hair out of the way to place his mouth back on your skin, in the gentle dip where your neck meets your shoulder. you're about to reprimand him for the second time when he murmurs in your ear, "no marks, huh?" once again, it sounds like he's challenging you, testing you.

you can't help but shiver underneath him, too distracted by the feel of his breath behind your ear, the way his voice gets deeper when he speaks when he's got you like this, right where he wants you.

"yeah. too afraid to let everyone know what you're in here letting your uncle do to you, ain't that right, pretty girl?"

a jolt runs up your spine. what if someone comes looking for you? what if someone finds out?

"relax," he says, hands running down your sides. "I've got you."

you force yourself to relax into the pillows, feeling the way his hands come down to the hem of your dress where it meets the curve of your ass.

"did you wear this for me?" he asks as he leans back, taking in the sight of you on your stomach as he straddles you from behind.

"yes," you admit to him, "who else?"

even though it was a harmless, rhetorical question, the idea of you getting all dressed up for someone that isn't him easily pisses him off.

he digs his fingertips into the plush of your upper thighs, making you wince at the increase in pressure.

"nobody else. that's not happening," he growls. he carefully lifts the hem of your dress up to reveal your skin to him, and then he's moving off of you, hands staying in place on your legs to keep you from squirming. "you're all fucking mine, you hear?"

like you would ever fight him on that. you want to tell him yes, I'm yours.

always have been.

"oh, fuck," you whimper when you feel his mouth on you, laving his tongue against you where the lace of your panties rest against your skin.

before you know it, he's sinking his teeth into the soft plush of your ass, gentle but surely deep enough to leave a bite mark. the feeling makes you moan again, and this time you bury your face into the pillow, makeup be damned. you can't stand the idea of anyone walking by and hearing what's going on right now.

his hands are all over you, cool metal fingers reaching up to press against the back of your neck. "that's it, keep quiet for me," he murmurs, lips moving delicately against you, taunting you.

you try to squirm, flinch away from the sensation, the heat of his breath against your skin.

he chuckles and continues to torment you as he whispers, "ticklish, huh?"

"no," you breathe out, trying to throw him off. your voice already sounds fucking wrecked, and he hasn't even touched you yet. you know he clocks it, even if he doesn't comment. when it comes to you, he notices everything.

"oh, but I don't believe that," he insists, his flesh hand pushing your dress further up your torso. his fingers trail down your back, the touch so soft it's barely even there. he continues to tease you, tongue darting out to taste your skin, teeth brushing against you every few seconds to keep you on edge.

the culmination of his hands, his breath, his mouth, all of it, makes you want to cry out for him. you want to let loose, beg him to fuck you slow and deep, right here, right now.

the thought reminds you of where you are. how long have you been gone?

"Bucky-"

it's as though he can read your mind, or perhaps he feels the way your body tenses up underneath him as he interrupts you, "shh, babydoll, just a few more minutes."

he withdraws his hand from the back of your neck, releasing you from your confines. both of his hands return back to their place on your waist to reposition you so you're lying on your back under him, just for him. he leans in close, resting his forehead against your own, noses touching.

"there you are," he whispers softly, as though he wasn't just driving you up a wall with gentle touches and tormenting the crap out of you.

the feeling of his lips on yours never fails to make you melt. you never want to leave his arms, what with the way he touches you like he owns you, like you're the most important thing in his life.

he's the most important thing in your life.

you wish you knew if he felt the same.

his flesh hand makes its way under your panties, calloused fingers immediately finding how soaked you are for him. he moves with determination, touching you the way he's learned makes your vision go white, bending you to his will.

"you're going to lay there and take it while I mark you up where only I can see," he whispers to you.

your head is nodding in approval before you're aware of it.

you get so lost in him, all your anxieties melting away as he leaves more marks on your skin than ever before. you let him lick and nip and bite as much as he wants, soft bruises appearing all across your stomach up to your breasts, just below where the hem of your dress lays atop your chest.

all the while, he gently thrusts three fingers in and out of you, nowhere near enough pressure to drive you to orgasm.

somehow, you feel so far away and yet so grounded at the same time.

as he moves down between your thighs, pressing your legs apart, you lift your head from the pillow just enough to get a look at the sight of him so enamored with feeling you.

you gaze over the bunched-up fabric of your dress bundled under your neck, taking in the sight of the hickeys over your torso all the way down to where he's now marking your inner thighs.

you might come just from the view: his eyes cinched tightly in pleasure as he tastes you, his lips attached to your skin like he's never wanted anything more than this. his fingers still lazily pushing in and out, lace panties soaked through, the fabric covering his fingers as he works you gently.

he always manages to do this, reducing you to nothing but putty in his hands.

and then your worst fears come true.

there's a banging at your bedroom door, and you hear your name being called out loudly.

even worse-

the jiggling of the doorknob makes your blood run ice cold.

the door is locked, you realize, silently thanking Bucky.

"I'll be right out," you call, and your voice is shaky and hoarse. fuck. "I have to change," you excuse, managing to placate your father enough that he walks away.

fuck, you might cry right now.

"it's okay, you're okay," Bucky assures you, leaning over you so his face is in line with your own. the motions of his hand picking up between your legs, trying to distract you. "I'm here."

you wrap your arms around his neck as he quickly pushes you over the edge, and it's just enough to make you relax.

"come on, darling. you gotta change and go find your dad. tell him I ran to the store."

you nod in agreement, but now, you're pissed.

pissed at your dad for ruining this. pissed at Bucky for doing this in the middle of the party. pissed at yourself for letting any of this happen, for betraying your family's trust. doing this right under their noses.

you really can't be mad at anyone but yourself.

~~~

an hour later, you're chatting with another friend of the family, one of your long-time neighbors, answering all her invasive questions.

"how's school, sweetie?"

"do you have a job this summer?"

"I'm sure a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend by now. what's his name? is he good-looking? tell me everything, darling!"

"no, no boyfriend," you assure her, casually laughing at the thought. "I'm focusing on getting through school right now."

just then, you catch Bucky's gaze from across the yard. you know he has no clue what you're talking about, no way he can hear from so far away.

it's a crazy coincidence that it's right now he looks over at you.

"school's important, but you have to let yourself have fun! live while you're young!" she encourages you.

if only she knew.

if only she, or anyone, knew.

the way you are having fun. the way you are being a stupid, idiot kid.

the way you're doing something so wrong and scandalous and fun.

the way his lips were all over your skin not even an hour ago, all while the party was in full swing, all your family and friends here.

as you look back over to him, you know he's thinking about it, too. he gives you a little smirk before taking a swig of his beer and diverting his gaze back to his conversation with your father as they man the grill.

you have to take a deep breath as you turn back to your conversation, trying your best to focus.

but how can you?

your mind is clouded with thoughts of the marks hidden just under the new dress you've changed into, only for you and him to see, to know about.

your dirty little secret, hidden in plain sight.

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How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! || Ch.2 — jjk.

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“I can’t believe you’re going out with him tomorrow.” Ronnie bumped her hip against yours as she sat down on your couch next to you, “And on a Sunday.”

It was the night after. Ronnie invited herself over to your place rather than planning to hang out, but it worked out because Jungkook took a quick step forward. he sent you a nice good morning text and asked if you were available tomorrow to go out. You had tried–really tried–to come up with any possible excuse to put off the date but alas fell short. So you agreed, you thought sooner this got started the sooner you could be done with it.

“Well we have to start somewhere.” Which wasn’t a lie, even so, Jungkook’s text was a surprise. “I actually didn’t expect him to act so soon.”

Ronnie laughed, clearly amused, “What are you guys going to do? Dinner? Dancing? Skydiving?”

“I don’t know.” You slumped back further into the cushions. “He said he was planning something. I made a jab about him not being a serious guy, and now he’s all, I��ll show you how serious I can be.”

“How serious he can be ? It’s a first date not a proposal.”

“We’ll see, I guess. Honestly, I have no idea how to go about this. I’m supposed to date him, but then, you know... gradually become annoying or crazy.” You gestured vaguely, not even sure what annoying or crazy would look like yet.

“I know just who can help with that.” Ronnie patted you on the knee and then immediately started typing frantically on her phone.

“Oh no.” You knew immediately what she was doing.

Twenty minutes later, a myriad of knocks came from your front door. Opening your door, and in walked Jin with a flourish, his signature grin plastered across his face. In one hand, he held a bottle of wine, and in the other, a notepad that looked suspiciously like it had been used for devious plans before. He paused dramatically in the doorway, like a game show host about to reveal a grand prize.

“I’ve been summoned.” Jin declared, his voice as grand as his entrance.

An already exhausted sigh leaves you, “Oh hi. So good to see you, come on in.” Your voice drips with sarcasm. You let your door close and you make your way back onto the couch next to Ronnie. Settling in for whatever Jin clearly had prepared

Jin had placed himself in the front of your living tiny living room, like he had prepared a full presentation just for this occasion. “I was told my assistance was needed so I am here to grant it.” He did a small bow before the two of you and you roll your eyes.

“Here we go.” You tease but Jin looked a little offended.

“You,” He hits your leg with his note pad, and your mouth falls open at the gesture. “My dear, have a tendency to stray from the goal. You’re going on a date with this guy–”

“You told him?” You gave a side eye to Ronnie, you were of course going to tell Jin but probably but maybe not till after the date had concluded. He had a tendency to meddle.

Innocently, Ronnie shrugged. “You need a strong team to help you, who better than Jin to have around.”

“Exactly.” Jin perked up and you decided to surrender and listen. “As your coach I am going to make sure we you to the end game…” He gestures to you like he is expecting and answer to the end of his sentence.

“To lose the guy in 30 days.”

“Correct !” Jin pulls a pen seemingly out of nowhere, Marking something down on his notepad. “One point for you.”

“Wait, we are getting points?” Ronnie perked up, her clear competitive side showing through.

“Indeed!” Jin confirmed with a grin, enjoying the theatrics. “Anyways—”

“Hold on.” You cut him off, curiosity getting the better of you. “What do we get if we win?”

Jin paused, clearly not expecting this twist. He groaned, tapping his pen against his chin, deep in thought. After a moment, he dramatically sighed. “Fine. I’ll buy your dinner next time we go out.”

“Deal.” You and Ronnie said in unison, sharing a knowing look. Giving each other a sportsmanlike handshake.

Jin waits for a moment like he is a teacher in class, “May I begin?” You and Ronnie both nod and settle back into the couch. “Firstly we need to go over your big rules for this.”

“Rules?”

“Important things to remember!” Jin cleared his throat. With a quick flip of his notepad, he glanced down, all business now. “Rule number one—”

“You made rules already?” You interrupt him again.

He cut you off with a finger to his lips, “Number one. We will not be falling in love with Jungkook .”

“I’m not going to fall in love with him. I don’t even know him!” You sit up with some protest.

Jin narrowed his eyes, his glare accusing. “You have a tendency to fall a little too easily for wit and charm! Remember, Jungkook is a serial fuck boy!” Jin paused for effect and turns around his notepad and underlines the note he has that says, in all caps: SERIAL FUCKBOY. Followed by other rules and scribbles along the rest of the page.

Ronnie let’s out a little laugh and you resign yourself back, “Okay fair point.”

“What’s the first rule?” Jin repeats pointing his pen back at you.

“We will not fall in love with Jungkook!” Ronnie raises her hand but blurts it out and you just huff a little. Although this rule was fair, you knew it but it didn’t feel great to be called out on it.

“Point to Ronnie. Rule number two.” Jin waves his pen around in the air like its a wand, “Be annoying at any given opportunity but not too annoying. So sending too many texts, memes, calling him at inappropriate times.”

“Or calling one too many times!” Ronnie added on to the end of his statement.

“Half point for adding an idea.” Jin scribbled on his pad for a moment.

You scratched the side of your head, feeling a twinge of discomfort. “Okay, this one might actually be hard.”

Jin arched a brow. “Why?”

You shifted a little, pulling your knees up onto the couch. “I don't like to... overbear myself. I usually let people have their space, give them time... It’s just not who I am.”

Jin clicked his tongue, wiggling his finger at you like a disappointed parent. “This is why you need to fight your people-pleasing instincts! A delicate task, but one you must master.”

You sighed, already feeling anxiety welling in your chest from the internal battle in your mind. “I know, I know. I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Jin praised, patting your head dramatically. “If it’s too hard, just let one of us take over. We’ve got no skin in the game, so we can be as obnoxious as we want.” He gestured to himself and then Ronnie, who had an evil expression across her face.

“I’ll take any opportunity to torture a man.” Ronnie wiggled her eyebrows at you, and nudged her with your shoulder.

Jin clapped his hands together, refocusing the energy in the room. “Now, what’s rule number two?”

“Be annoying at any given opportunity.” You sigh and repeat it back to him.

“Point to Y/N.” Jin marked down on his notepad again, “Rule number three. This is not going to be a serious relationship. Period.”

“This is a rule?”

“More like a reminder.” Jin looked a little more serious, “You have a tendency to fall into the I can fix him trap. That is not the case here, this guy does not want anything long term. So you have to avoid your natural attachment instincts.”

“As well as your situation will be starting on false pretenses.” Ronnie pointed out, which was true. All of this was starting on a lie. An experiment.

“Okay that’s fair.”

Funny enough though, this is the most detached you had ever felt going into a first date. Other first dates you had been really nervous or really excited and you were thinking through every word and every touch a little too deeply. This time felt totally laid back and different. Like it might be easy and you could keep yourself from falling into your usual habits.

“Rule number three?” Jin waved, waiting for the answer.

Both you and Ronnie repeated at the same time, “This is not going to become a serious relationship.”

“Point to you both.”

The game continued for a while, with Jin rattling off a mixture of absurd, funny, and surprisingly thoughtful rules. Some had you rolling your eyes, others made you laugh. There was something about the way Jin played this out—keeping you focused on the goal without letting the seriousness of it weigh you down.

In the back of your mind, you realized what he was doing. Jin was good at that, pulling you out of your overthinking spiral and making everything feel lighter. It wasn’t about figuring out all the answers now—it was just a date. All the complicated stuff? You could deal with that later. He had this way of turning every dilemma into something manageable, even fun.

Jungkook wasn’t some life-altering mystery; he was just a random guy. By the end of this, it would be nothing but a funny story. One of those "remember when" tales you'd laugh about in the future. Difficult? Maybe. But funny? Definitely.

However much you were planning a sabotage, Jungkook was trying to plan the greatest first date ever. Except it wasn’t going quite as planned. Jungkook had not been on a real first date in years. What did people do on first dates anymore?

“Fun things to do on first dates… reddit.” Jungkook muttered to himself, typing on his phone.. Hoseok didn’t quite hear what Jungkook was mumbling and looked over his shoulder to see what he was searching for.

“Don’t tell me you are consulting reddit for date ideas.” He chuckled but stopped when he realized how serious Jungkook looked. “Dude, come on. Since when do you care this much about a first date?”

Jungkook groaned, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t remember the last time I was on a real one, Hobi. It’s been... a while. Every 'date'I’ve been on, we both knew what it was about. No expectations.” He frowned at his phone, closing the tab in frustration. “I don’t want it to be lame.”

“If I didn’t know you better I would think you cared or something.” Hoseok pinched Jungkook’s cheek with some exaggerated affection, but Jungkook pushed him away.

“Well that’s the thing. We have to be able to talk and get to know each other. Which I suck at.” To Hoseok, Jungkook actually looked to be concerned and it seemed important. Hoseok would almost believe Jungkook wanted to prove a bigger point by winning this bet against Jimin and Taehyung.

“And usually you spend your time what… not really talking?” Hoseok thought but felt stupid for even questioning it. “Right. I forgot who I was talking too.”

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, okay, I get it. I don’t exactly… excel in the conversation department.”

“Excel in other things apparently.” Hoseok laughed and Jungkook rubbed his face out of frustration.

“Well now I need to change my ways.” Jungkook groaned a little before thinking, “You know, a really good friend would help me in my time of need.”

“No.”

“Please?”

Hoseok looked straight ahead, trying to ignore the pleading. “No way. I’m not getting sucked into that ridiculous group bet you guys cooked up. I have standards, you know.” Hoseok held his ground, knowing he will fold if he saw Jungkook’s pathetic face. Jungkook was giving him that sad little pouty face anyways.

“Please Hobi. I’ll owe you big time.” Jungkook whined and shook Hoseok by the shoulders. "Plus you are great on first dates.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You always have these great date stories. You’re really good at this stuff.” Jungkook settled back and let Hoseok go.

Hoseok sighed and gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re not as hopeless as you think, you know. You’re just out of practice.”

Jungkook instantly perked up. “I knew you couldn’t resist helping me.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, but this is the last time I will help you with any of this.” Hoseok gave a warning finger to Jungkook, “I’m only doing this for this poor girl.”

“Deal.” Jungkook nodded quickly, ready to move on, but Hoseok wasn’t done.

“Be honest with me though.” Hoseok’s tone was even more serious now and Jungkook gave his full attention, “Are you going to tell this girl the truth when this is all over? It’s messed up if you’re just dating her to win the money and then dump her.”

Jungkook froze for a second. The thought hadn’t fully crossed his mind in detail before now, which in itself, was a red flag. He had been so focused on the logistics of the bet and the potential payoff that he hadn’t considered the real impact on you. A real person with real feelings, which was fucked up that he hadn't thought about that first. Which, made him kind of a huge dick by default.

“Yeah. I’ll tell her the truth. I’ll be completely honest once it’s all over. And then… she can decide what she wants to do.” “Okay… just feels really shitty. If you are only dating her for the money.” Hoseok pointed out, not fully convinced by Jungkook’s statement.

Jungkook bit his lip. Hoseok had a point, and now that it was out in the open, it ate at him. The bet really felt harmless in nature. A chance to see if Jungkook was even built for dating anymore. The money was a nice bonus, sure, and getting to date an attractive woman didn’t hurt either. But now, he was starting to see the faults in all of this.

It had been… longer than he liked to admit since he’d dated someone seriously. Even longer since he’d genuinely liked someone. He didn’t want this to turn into some shallow game where feelings got stomped on in the process.

“I promise I am going to give this a real shot. Beyond the money. I will be as real as I can be.” Jungkook was sure and confident in his answer. Even if he wasn’t so confident in how he was feeling about dating again.

Hoseok studied Jungkook for a moment, but found he was satisfied with the answer. “Who knows maybe this will turn out really good for you. If you take it seriously, maybe this could be something really great.”

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Day 1

Leaving the train station, all the nerves you thought you didn’t have about all of this rushed through you. Your heart thudded in your chest as you made your way up unfamiliar streets. You checked in with Jungkook this morning about the plan and he had sent you and the address to what looked to be a cafe. That’s what you’d seen when you pulled it up on Maps, and yet, it felt like more than just a casual coffee date. A sense of unease tugged at you.

You had tried subtly fishing for details earlier, asking what you should wear, but he only responded vaguely with a simple ‘dress nice’. No clues. Just…nice. So, you were left to mull over your wardrobe, trying not to overthink it, but of course that did not work.

Yesterday, you had convinced yourself this would be no big deal , but now? It felt like you were walking yourself into a trap you laid yourself. Yes this was for work but you couldn’t help but feel so strange with all of it. You had to keep reminding yourself, this was all business. This is for your professional career.

It was the only thing that kept you grounded, instead of daydreaming.

When you rounded the final corner and spotted the café, your stomach did a sharp flip. There he was, Jungkook. Standing by the door, leaning ever so casually against the wall. He looked different, so different that for a second, you almost didn’t realize it was him. He wasn’t the guy you’d run into casually at the bar anymore. No, he looked polished. Adult.

He wore a pair of well-tailored black slacks that hugged his hips, and a white button-up with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, showing off his tattoos in a way that made your heart skip. You didn’t really see his tattoos at the bar so now you had a chance to actually see them.

Two buttons were left undone at the top, and you caught a glimpse of a silver chain against his skin. His dark hair, usually so relaxed, was flipped out at the ends, styled deliberately but effortlessly. He had on sunglasses, so you couldn’t quite read his expression.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Because this Jungkook and the Jungkook at the bar were suddenly two completely different people. Jungkook at the bar was a guy you could easily mess with… this Jungkook… was exactly your type.

Shit.

You pull out your phone and send a frantic text.

:ABORT!

Ronnie: The date hasn’t even started!

Ronnie: YOU CAN DO THIS!

:I can’t. He cleaned up. You were right I can’t do this.

Ronnie: NO

Ronnie: REMEMBER YOUR RULES

This is not a serious relationship. You will not fall in love with Jungkook. He is a serial fuck boy.

You could hear Jin’s words clearly in your mind. So clearly in fact, but another part of your mind and heart were speaking a little louder. That little part of you that liked that he put some thought into how he dressed for this. He actually took careful consideration into how he should present himself for you. It made that little pink heart of yours flutter with excitement.

Snap out of it. He’s just a guy.

You shake your head, and ground yourself. You are a writer. You are doing this in the name of research and science. You can do this. This is just a date. A date.

You force one foot in front of you, walking over to him, “Jungkook.” Flashing your best smile and give a small wave, the one you hope masks the unease swirling in your stomach.

Jungkook’s eyes snap up to meet yours, and his entire face lights up with a warm, easy grin that disarms you for a moment. He pushes a hand through his hair, letting the dark strands fall effortlessly back into place.

Jungkook found himself a little disarmed as well. He had gotten a lot of tips from Hoseok the night before about how he should act and carry himself if he wanted to do this right… but he didn’t expect you to look so cute. You’re dressed in something simple—casual but still pretty. Your smile was so warm and inviting he immediately felt that desire to pull any of his usual lines, but he fought that urge.

This is not a hookup, this is a real date.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you,” Jungkook says, his tone teasing. “I thought for sure you’d ditch me.”

You force a laugh, though it’s a little shaky, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your nerves are still very much present. “Had to see for myself if you could actually step up.”

He chuckles and steps back, spreading his arms out to his sides as if presenting himself for inspection. His confidence is palpable, and it makes it worse? Better? No, definitely worse. “Told you I could take this seriously.”

And he had. Hoseok actually decided Jungkook should go for dressy but simple. Simpler the better. Means you are seeing him and not a façade. Hoseok had warned him to not carry himself too high because it could come off as arrogant. So he retreated from his normal confident stance, trying to pull his natural instinct back a bit. Why was this so hard?

“That’s for me to judge.” You say, lifting your chin and tilting your head at him playfully. “Date’s barely begun.”

“Well,” Jungkook held the cafe door open for you, “I thought a quick coffee and a short train ride wouldn’t hurt to start.”

“Do I get to know where we are going now?”

“Now why ruin the magic?” Jungkook's tone is a little more flirtatious now. You couldn’t help it when it makes you blush, but you try to shake it off.

The two of you grabbed your drinks to-go and quickly left the café, heading toward the train station. The conversation so far had been light—small pleasantries exchanged, but nothing too deep. It felt like you were both easing into the moment, cautiously testing the waters. Jungkook, however, was doing a surprisingly good job of keeping things moving, keeping the energy up. He seemed determined to make sure this date went well, as if he had something to prove—not just to you, but maybe even to himself.

The city blurred past the windows, concrete and steel flashing by, though your mind wasn’t really on the view. The train rumbled beneath your feet, the soft hum of people chattering fading into the background. You were acutely aware of Jungkook standing so close, his presence hard to ignore.

“So here we are.” Jungkook said with a small smirk, leaning in just enough to catch your eye.

“Here we are.” You echoed, a smile tugging at your lips.

“I know we’ve got to do the usual first-date dance.” He continued, taking a casual sip of his drink. “So feel free to ask me whatever you want.”

“Anything?” You muse, sensing an opportunity for fun.

“Anything at all,” Jungkook replied, mirroring your playful tone. “I’m a completely open book.”

You paused for a beat, keeping the moment light. “Alright, let’s start simple. Job?”

“Engineer.” He replied confidently. “You?”

“Writer.” Your response was met with a raised brow from him.

“Very interesting.” Jungkook remarked, almost like he hadn’t expected that answer.

You tilted your head slightly. “How so?”

“I just don’t meet many writers. Journalist?”

“Correct.” You nod, impressed with his deduction. “Okay, your turn. Hobbies?”

Jungkook's eyes brightened at the question, and he leaned in a little closer, his hand still gripping the pole above. “Photography.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? What kind of work do you do?”

“Street photography.” He shot you a grin, clearly pleased. He didn’t get to talk about his photography very much these days. “Mostly just day to day things. People living their lives or things that I find pretty. I like how raw it feels.”

He didn’t think he would be sharing this but Hoseok did say he should be less afraid to share the more vulnerable sides of his personality.

“That’s... actually really cool.” You admitted, genuinely impressed. It was clear this hobby wasn’t just for show. It was something he cared about. “Do you ever share your work?”

He looked down for a moment, a shy laugh escaping him. “Not really. I mean, I’ve shown a few to close friends, but it’s more for me. A way to... I don’t know, relax, I guess. Focus.”

You hadn’t realized it but you had become so laser focused on him now. You shook your head and had to remind yourself to come back to reality. Remember, he’s only saying these things to impress you; it’s not real.

Jungkook continued, “What about you?”

“Painting. It’s a new hobby so I’m really terrible.” You laugh thinking about your really sad first attempt at watercolor sitting on your coffee table at home. You had tried to just do a simple flower but it definitely looks like a little creature instead.

“Anything I could see?”

“God no.” You laugh a little too loud and embarrassed, “Trust me they are terrible.” You pause for a second and think, “Okay, how about your favorite food?”

“Easy. Fried chicken.” His answer was quick, like it was non-negotiable. “Yours?”

“Pasta. Any kind, really.”

“Oh I make a really good carbonara.” He threw the comment out there seeing if you would bite.

“Is this your invitation for a second date?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“We’ll have to find out.”

You brush past his comment, “What’s the last movie you watched?”

“Interstellar. ”

You raised an eyebrow. “Not bad. So you’re into space stuff?”

“Who isn’t?” Jungkook's expression softened, eyes glinting with a bit of excitement. “You?”

“10 things I hate about you. ”

“Romance fan?”

“I’m a sucker for a good love story.” You shrug.

Jungkook laughed, glancing around the train as if to make sure no one else was eavesdropping on your banter. “Alright, one more from me: What’s something people don’t know about you?”

You leaned back in your seat, tapping your chin like you were really pondering it. “I’m embarrassingly bad at bowling.”

Jungkook laughed again, his grin wide and easy. “Awe so you’re saying our second date should be bowling?”

“Only if you’re okay with watching me throw gutter balls all night.” You teased.

“I’ll just have to teach you.” Jungkook quipped, his flirtation bubbling back to the surface. The playful tension between you building.

Jungkook was surprised at himself, because he was actually good at this. Keeping things light, fun, yet somehow engaging enough to make you feel at ease. The back-and-forth flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, the train slowed for your stop.

“So how am I doing so far?” Jungkook asked, as you both hopped off the train.

You took a slow sip of your coffee, drawing out the silence to keep him in suspense. Humming, you finally raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, the coffee’s good, so points there.” You mused, “But the scenery? It's left a lot to be desired.” You joke, gesturing subtly to the less-than-charming view from the train window.

“Well our next location will have a much better view I promise.” Jungkook assured, chewing on his lip.

Before long, the two of you arrived at your destination—the aquarium. To your surprise, despite the cliché of an aquarium being a typical first-date spot, there was something about it that immediately felt special. Jungkook had already secured the passes online, casually pulling them up on his phone as you neared the entrance. His relaxed demeanor seemed to contrast with your initial nerves, but seeing him here, comfortable in a place like this was calming in itself.

“I’ve never been here, actually.” You observed, taking in the murals that adorned the entrance. Sea creatures, some extinct and some from modern day stretched up toward the high ceilings. It was both beautiful and intriguing, the imagery setting the tone for what lay inside.

Jungkook followed your gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips as he leaned a little closer. “Well, you’re in good hands. You’re with the foremost aquarium expert in the city.” He said with a playful glint in his eyes. “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid, so I can probably tell you more about the fish than the staff can.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his confidence. “Oh? A fish expert, huh? I’m expecting a seriously educated tour then. I want to walk away knowing everything about aquatic life.”

Jungkook chuckled, his grin widening. “Trust me, by the time we leave, you’ll be able to name at least three species of jellyfish without googling it.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “That’s quite the promise.”

Jungkook then guided you inside, the cool, dimly lit interior of the aquarium enveloped the both of you, contrasting sharply with the bright, bustling world outside. The gentle hum of water filtering through the tanks that expanded both walls of the exhibit, mixed with the occasional murmur of other visitors, created a serene atmosphere. It was pretty busy, most with other families and some teenagers running around. Jungkook led the way confidently through everyone, his playful energy still very present, but with an ease that was contagious.

Jungkook caught a glimpse of your profile as you took in the vibrant sea creatures. She looks intrigued, he thought. His heart raced a little, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Maybe I’m doing a good job so far.

“Alright, let’s start here,” He pointed towards the first exhibit, a massive floor-to-ceiling tank filled with vibrant schools of tropical fish darting through the corals. “Fun fact—most of these fish are native to the Indo-Pacific region.”

“Impressive,” You say, glancing between him and the fish, already intrigued. “What else?”

Jungkook’s grin widened as he launched into an impromptu lecture about the ecosystem of coral reefs, his enthusiasm making it hard not to be drawn in. As much as you were supposed to be trying to find little annoyances for your plan, you couldn’t help but enjoy the flow of the conversation. It didn’t feel forced. Instead, it was comfortable—lighthearted, but surprisingly informative.

“Okay, okay.” You interrupted at one point, leaning slightly into him as you looked up at the jellyfish exhibit. The tank glowed softly with blue and purple lights, jellyfish gracefully floating like little underwater ghosts. “What about these? Teach me about jellyfish, Mr. Expert.”

“Ah, jellyfish,” Jungkook said dramatically, pausing like he was about to unveil a great mystery. “Jellyfish have what are called hydrostatic skeletons.”

“And what are those?” You blinked, you expression clearly saying you had no idea what that meant.

“They have no bones, they have circular muscles and they have to contract their muscles to move along the ocean.” He nodded. “There is also a species that is essentially immortal. Turritopsis dohrnii. They can reset to their juvenile form after reaching maturity, which allows them to avoid dying of old age. So, yeah, immortal jellyfish.”

You stared at him for a second, half-expecting him to say he was joking, but the serious expression on his face told you otherwise. “Okay, that’s actually super cool. You weren’t kidding when you said your probably know more than the staff.”

As the two of you wandered through the aquarium, it surprised you how easily the conversation flowed between the both of you. Jungkook pointed out different fish, talked about their unique traits, and asked you questions too, like what your favorite animal was or whether you had any pets growing up. It didn’t feel like an interrogation, but more like a genuine curiosity, and that put you more at ease.

You reached the penguin exhibit, and Jungkook stopped in front of the glass, his eyes lighting up as a group of penguins waddle by. “Penguins are the best.” He declared, “They mate for life, you know?”

“Now that I did know. I’ve seen the march of the penguins.” To be fair is was when you were extremely young and that may be the only fact you could pull from the movie.

“I used to sit here and watch the penguins for hours. I just thought they were so cool when they would slide along on their bellies.” Jungkook mused and realized he had been guiding the conversation for a while now. “Seriously stop me anytime though. I can go on and on about animal facts.”

“Don’t stop! I think it’s cute.” You said, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. The moment felt light and playful, and you liked it.

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his brows. The thought sent a flutter through your chest, and you felt heat creeping up your cheeks.

“Or just a nerd.” You pull yourself away in front of the exhibit and start to press on to the next section. “Come on geek!”

It was hard to remember you were supposed to be finding ways to be annoying or difficult when things were going this smoothly. Maybe Jin and Ronnie would have to help more with that later because, right now, this was actually...fun. More fun than you had expected.

As you both continued on through the aquarium, the awkwardness that often accompanies first dates seemed to be non existent. By the time you reached the final exhibit—an enormous tank filled with sharks and stingrays gliding overhead. It surrounded the entire room and there were section you could go and stand and watch fish swim above you. You and Jungkook found a nice spot to sit and to just watch. You had a found a fascination with a rather large stingray floating around the tank.

“I’m in heavy anticipation for your shark facts.” You kick your feet back and forth and glance to your side at Jungkook who was enraptured with the tank.

“Maybe not a fun fact, but hammerheads will trap sting rays with their heads to the seafloor to catch and eat them.”

“Huh,” He was correct, not so fun but still interesting, “I always wondered what their heads were good for.”

Jungkook hummed, a smile on his face. He had started the day nervous but he felt so comfortable now. The aquarium was actually Hoseok's idea, told Jungkook he should go somewhere where he could be at ease and maybe show off a little bit. Now showing off fish facts may have been unconventional, it was working here. You seemed to be really enjoying yourself, and laughing at most of his little jokes.

In that moment of silence, as he observed a sleek shark swim by, he glanced over at you, his voice softening. “So, how am I doing so far? Honestly.”

You looked at him, taking a beat before answering. “Well, I’ll admit I didn’t expect you to actually be this...interesting.” You teased, keeping it light. “But you’ve definitely surprised me.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression. “Surprised you in a good way, I hope?”

It was good, but horribly horribly bad. Because you weren’t sure if you could go through with this, Jungkook was nice and goofy. He took you somewhere he clearly really enjoyed and spent his day trying to make you laugh and smile. It was one of the best first dates you had been on in a long time. Maybe Jin had the completely wrong idea about Jungkook? Maybe this was all a mistake? Maybe you could find something real with Jungkook.

You would have to find a different guy for your experiment, not ideal but you admittedly were already having a small crush on Jungkook. A small voice in the back of your mind was screaming, I told you so. I knew you couldn’t do this. You are too much of a gooey romantic to pull this off.

“Good so far.” You smile, and turn your body to face him, “Okay, ask me anything you want. My turn to be an open book.”

“Oh really?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow but also adjusted to face you. “Okay. What made you become a writer?”

“Oh, good question.” You thought for a moment, “I used to be a mini reporter when I was younger. I used to dress up like an old 40’s style detective or journalist and I would write news stories about things happening in my neighborhood.”

“Did you pick up anything juicy?”

You shook your head, laughing at the memory. “Not at all. It was usually just anything I saw happen. Like breaking news: Ryan fell off his bike, or Mrs. Johnson bought apples and milk from the store. It was never anything groundbreaking, but I loved it.” Excitement seeped into your tone. “As I got older, I realized I liked reporting and journalism of any kind, even trashy magazine writing. I just wanted to be one of them. Have my name on something like that.”

Jungkook listened intently, fascinated. He found himself wrapped up in how animated and alive you looked talking about your passion. He admired the way your hands danced through the air as you spoke, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to picture you living out your dreams, pen in hand, telling the stories of the world.

“So what are you writing now?” Jungkook wanted to hear more, hear more about what made you excited.

You paused, because even though Jungkook didn’t know, that was a heavy question. “The promotion I mentioned the other night? I’m getting promoted from research to an actual writer for the magazine I’m at.”

Jungkook eyebrows shot up, “That’s incredible.”

“I know. It’s a huge deal and the piece I’m working on is… well.” You chewed on your lip, “It’s a research heavy piece and requires me to go out and do some actual field work.”

“I want to read it when it’s done.” Jungkook had a genuine smile on his face and he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you started. You had just now noticed and all of those first date nerves came bubbling up in you.

“Oh, no.” You let out a breathy laugh, “It’ll be just a silly little think piece when it’s done.”

“So?” Jungkook tilted his head trying to meet your eyes, “I want to be your first reader when it’s published. Then I can walk around and brag about it.”

You nervously laugh to yourself, “I’ll make sure you get the first copy.”

Even though inside you were thinking, absolutely no way in hell is that happening .

“Perfect,” He said, nodding eagerly. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The two of you settled back into a comfortable silence, your gaze drifting back to the mesmerizing display of fish swimming above. You couldn’t help but feel lighter.

“So what do you think your ultimate goal as a writer is?” It surprised you little when he continued, you didn’t think he would want to know more about it.

“I think…” You said for a moment, watching a school of fish go by in the glass. “I want to be a funny writer but also someone who makes you think. I want my work to feel real but also force you to really examine yourself.”

“Well when you get famous and stuff,” Jungkook stood from his seat, “I get to say I knew you.” He extended a hand out to you. He hadn’t offered his hand the entire date, but he felt like now was appropriate.

You stared at it for a moment, he’s just helping you up that’s all, then you slipped your hand into his and stood with him. So to your own surprise, he didn’t let you go. Jungkook laced his fingers into yours, and it made your heart race in your chest. Goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Now we still have plenty of other things left to see.” With a swift movement Jungkook began to pull you along into the rest of the aquarium.

You both bounced around exhibits you had already seen and joked around a lot along the way. Jungkook also had plenty of more fish facts to throw out when you would encounter something you may have missed before. After a while the both of you managed to make it back to the front of the aquarium and found the gift shop.

“Oh these are cute.” You pull up a pair of tiny penguins that had magnets in the fins that held them together. “I think you can split them up so you can give one to someone.”

“That’s really cute.” Jungkook really wasn’t looking at anything, he was having more fun watching you look around at the items. Everything is a bit too overpriced.

You had a thought in mind, and took the penguins up to the counter. After the cashier rang you up and you took the penguins out of their package and gave one to Jungkook. He looked confused.

“One for you.” You smiled, “For such a nice first date.”

“They mate for life, you can’t split them up.” Jungkook fake pointed and you rolled your eyes, you eye the pocket on the front of his button up and tucked the penguin into his pocket. It fit perfectly so the head was sticking out.

You giggle a little at it and Jungkook smiles at your amusement, you then stick the other penguin to the shirt to see if the magnets would still stick and to your surprise they do indeed stick together. Jungkook also laughs at the gesture and then hands the other penguin back to you.

As Jungkook handed you the second penguin, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at his playful smile. It felt like a little secret shared between the two of you, an inside joke that was unique to this moment. You turned the penguin over in your hands, admiring the tiny details.

“These little guys can be a reminder of our first adventure together,” You said, glancing up at him. “Every time I see mine, I’ll think of you and all your random fish facts.”

“I knew all of this aquatic knowledge would come in handy someday.”

The both of you made your way out to the entrance of the aquarium. You weren’t even really sure what time it was but the sun was starting to set and it was raining outside to both of your surprise. You and Jungkook had been so wrapped up in the day you hadn't even thought to even check your phones or check the weather for the day. Jungkook hadn’t either, he really hadn’t expected to enjoy himself this much but here he was. He really didn’t want the date to end.

“We might have to make a run for the subway.” Jungkook glanced out the windows, it was really coming down hard now.

“I’m so going to get sick.” You laugh, but with some confidence and you push the exit door open, stepping into the rain and looking back waiting for Jungkook to follow. The rain hitting you and icy cold hug made you gasp.

Jungkook laughed too, the sound brightening the dreary weather. Without a second thought, he dashed out into the rain after you, grabbing your hand as you both braved the elements. The rain was relentless, and you quickly found yourselves sprinting up the street toward the nearest subway station.

The air was crisp, and the rain felt like little stinging needles against your skin. “Definitely an unexpected twist for a first date.” You called to him, the sound of the rain a little deafening.

“What do you mean? Running in the rain? It’s a totally rom com cliché.” Jungkook calling back to your love for romance movies.

The both of you kept moving but began to shiver a little bit. The only heat between the both of you coming from your hands wrapped in each other.

The both of you could see the station just up ahead. The both of you tried to keep a quick pace so you could get in and catch the train. You and Jungkook and you spot a puddle you both try to gracefully jump over, but the slickness of the ground betraying Jungkook. He slips a little and almost takes you with him. laughter spilled from your lips, mixing with the sound of rain splashing against the pavement. It was pure chaos, but it felt exhilarating. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at you, and for a moment, all the worries of the world faded away.

“An interesting way to close out the date.” You try wiping away some water from your face but it was useless at this point. “My outfit is definitely ruined.”

“I don’t know, I think the wet look is in.” His hair was sticking to the side of his face and forehead, he was clearly shivering but was still managing to have a boyish grin on his face. As you both reached the subway entrance, you paused, leaning against the wall, your laughter dying down into soft giggles. The rain still poured down around you, but it felt different now—intimate, almost magical. Jungkook’s eyes were bright, his expression softening as he looked at you.

For a moment, everything else faded away. The world around you blurred, and it felt like it was just the two of you in that cocoon of raindrops and laughter. Despite the biting chill of the rain soaking through your clothes, a warmth blossomed within you, igniting a spark that felt impossibly bright. Your heart pounded in your ears, drowning out everything else.

Jungkook stepped a little closer, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. You felt your own gaze drawn to his, mesmerized by the way his pink lips glistened in the dim light, kissed by the rain. He looked so cute, his expression a mix of surprise and delight. Before you could think about it, you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his.

Initially, Jungkook seemed taken aback, but the moment was electric, and he quickly melted into the kiss. What had started as a tentative peck transformed into something more quickly. He responded with surprising warmth, his hand gently cradling your cheek as he kissed you again, pulling you closer as if he wanted to shield you from the cold.

That kiss was sweet and tender, a balm against the rain. The warmth spread through you, wrapping around your heart like a cozy blanket.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, your cheeks flushed from both the cold and the moment. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and happiness, a wide smile breaking across his face.

“I’m pretty sure kissing in the rain is the biggest cliché of them all.” Jungkook broke the tension in the air and made you roll your eyes, you taking his hand again and pulling him into the station.

You both managed to make it to your train in time. You weren’t sure if Jungkook also lived this direction but he was coming with you nonetheless. The two of you were leaving puddles behind the both of you everywhere you went.

When you got off at the right station you realized how hungry you actually were now. Starving in fact, you and Jungkook had been so wrapped up in the aquarium food was the last thing on your mind, “Are you hungry?”

“Really hungry actually.” Jungkook was now realizing he was beginning to fade away with the lack of food.

“You want to get something to eat?”

The two of you found the closest place you could find to eat nearby and there was a crowded restaurant. The two of you managed to get a table really easily and settled it. You both got a series of weird looks at the state the two of you were in, but the two of you didn’t really care.

As you excused yourself to the bathroom, your heart was still racing from the high of the day. You needed a moment away from the intensity, a breath of space to gather your thoughts. The date had been so easy, so natural. Nothing like what you’d imagined when you first got involved in this whole thing. But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in the fantasy.

Once inside the bathroom, you didn’t even bother to check the mirror. You pulled out your phone, pacing frantically as you called Ronnie and Jin, knowing they’d be waiting for an update.

“Guys,” You blurted out, your voice low but panicked, “I can’t go through with this. I swear he’s just… a regular guy. This isn’t what we thought!”

There was a pause before Jin’s voice came through loud and clear. “Bad writer!” He scolded you. “Do not waver now. He’s playing you, just like we suspected.”

“I’m telling you, Jin, it feels real. The way he’s acting… he’s not some player. This all feels too genuine.” You caught your reflection in the mirror and grimaced, frustrated with yourself for even saying it out loud.

Ronnie chimed in, clearly less invested in your emotional rollercoaster, but supportive nonetheless. “Sounds too good to be true if you ask me. Stay strong, Y/N. This guy’s probably a master at making things feel real. That’s what they do. You’ve got this.”

You sighed, adjusting your hair with your free hand as you continued pacing. “You guys aren’t here with me! You didn’t see him today—he’s been amazing. It’s not like other dates where it’s all surface-level stuff. We were wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” Jin insisted with that trademark smugness of his. “Trust me, his true colors will show soon. Stick to the plan.”

With a little more argument. They forced you to not give up and continue, Jin convinced he is still right about Jungkook.

They didn’t see him today though.

You rejoined Jungkook back at your booth and you were sitting right next to each other. Jungkook was typing on his phone, which managed to survive the downpour. You were also surprised that your phone somehow managed to survive it. Right now though, Jin and Ronnie were completely blowing it up with messages following your call.

“What is it?” Jungkook’s curiosity gets the better of him, glancing at your phone briefly but then looking away.

You shake your head, “Nothing my friends were just worried about me because I wasn’t responding. They thought you might have murdered me or something.” A lie but it would disarm his curiosity.

“How do they know you haven’t killed me?” Jungkook jokes, and you smiled.

You shrug and set your phone down on the table. “Nights still young. That could very well happen.”

“Fun.” Jungkook laughed at your obvious sarcasm. “I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook placed his phone down next to yours and excused himself away. Probably to go to the bathroom. You felt a warm glow in your chest just from the day. Everything was so nice and so fun, and easy. Jungkook was not what you were expecting, he probably wasn’t what your friends thought either.

It would be just your luck to accidentally pick a really great guy.

Or so you hoped.

At that moment a buzz came from the table and you thought it came from your phone since Jin and Ronnie were continuing to blow up your phone with reminders to stick to the plan. You glanced down and in an instant you wish you hadn’t. You really wished you hadn’t. Because the text did not come from your phone, it came from Jungkook's phone.

It wasn’t a text from just a friend either.

You looked away as fast as you saw it but it immediately brought you back to reality.

Hey baby, are you free tonight? I really want to do that thing again…

You really wished you hadn’t looked. You didn’t even register the name because you flipped Jungkook's phone over. For a moment, everything inside you froze. It felt like someone had just yanked you out of a dream, dropping you back into reality with a crash. The words, the suggestive tone—it wasn’t just a friendly text. This was someone else, someone calling him “baby”, someone who clearly thought they had plans with him tonight.

Because this is who he was, and why you set all those rules.

Of course Jungkook was texting another girl. Because that is the guy he is. He could be dreamy all day long but this was his nature. Not whatever façade he put on for your benefit today. For a second, your mind spun with questions: Who was she? What did they do? But no matter how many answers you wanted, one fact remained: this perfect day wasn’t as perfect as it seemed.

Your waitress brought over the drinks you two had ordered. You sipped it so you could give your hands something to do. The disappointment swirled in your stomach for a moment before you pulled yourself together.

You were here for your own reasons.

That text just proved why you picked Jungkook in the first place. He is a playboy, and you had a goal. Day one, twenty-nine more to go.

You spotted Jungkook returning to the table and he had a big smile on his face. You put back on a big smile yourself. Acting as if nothing had changed and nothing was different. You took a quick moment to send a quick text to Ronnie and Jin.

: Nevermind. You guys were right. I can do this.

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demifiendrsa · 7 months ago

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The Outer Worlds 2: First Gameplay Trailer

The Outer Worlds 2 will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, and PC (Steam, Microsoft Store) in 2025. It will also be available via Game Pass. The PlayStation 5 version is newly announced.

Latest details

The call to go beyond the stars is here once again, and it’s bigger, bolder, and more unpredictable than ever. We just revealed a first gameplay trailer for The Outer Worlds 2 during The Game Awards 2024, promising a fresh adventure in a brand-new colony next year. No really, we know we’re not supposed to promise things in marketing, but the setting is completely new, so this is all factual. Just don’t break the colony again. We’re looking at each of you who sent the Hope into the sun in the last game.

In true Obsidian Entertainment fashion, you carve your path through Arcadia, a colony teeming with factions, intrigue, and chaos. It’s also home of skip drive technology and where the fate of the entire colony – and the galaxy – rests. As a daring, undeniably good-looking, and questionably competent Earth Directorate agent, you’re tasked with uncovering the source of devastating rifts threatening the entire galaxy. Talk about stakes (not to be confused with raptidon steaks, those are very different)! The choice of how to deal with the rifts is up to you. “Your worlds, your way,” as we say at Obsidian.

Are the rifts the only thing threatening Arcadia? Of course not! That would be too easy. A factional war between the “benevolent rulers” known as the Protectorate, a rebellious scientific religious order, and a corporate mega power has the colony torn apart. Each is trying to close or control the rifts for their own good/monetarily profitable needs. Church, state, and capitalism! Who will win?! Well, that’s really up to you. This is your game. We’ve said the choices were yours the whole time. See that Obsidian motto above? Yeah, you get it.

We’ve said choice a few times already, but guess what? This is an RPG so it’s going to come up a few more times. When it comes to crafting your commander, it is full-on “RPG with RPG elements” time from ability points to skill checks in conversations, to even how flawed you want to be because, let’s admit it, no one is perfect. Except those who think they are. Look at you go. Being perfect.

How you build your commander and chart your way through the narrative is uniquely yours as you plunge into this player-driven story. Whether you’re a disciple of diplomacy, a smart strategist, a crusader of chaos, or defiantly different (so we can keep the alliterations), the choice – you guessed it—is yours. Oh, and with this being The Outer Worlds, yes, you can dumb!

While The Outer Worlds 2 is a single-player RPG, you won’t be alone! Not virtually anyway. Enlist a crew of companions to help you achieve your goals. Nothing says “middle management” more than sending people out to fight your fights for you, then having them judge everything you do with a visual reminder of how much they loved or hated it. Maybe you’ll help them fulfill their dreams or goals along the way. Clearly you care enough about the people working with you to see their dreams realized… right?

As excitement grows for the upcoming 2025 launch, now is the perfect time to revisit The Outer Worlds and relive the adventure that started it all. Whether you’re a seasoned spacer or are setting foot in Halcyon for the first time, there’s no better moment to prepare for the next chapter. The Outer Worlds is available for purchase on Xbox One, Xbox Series X|S, Steam, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, and Nintendo Switch. You also can jump in today if you’re a Game Pass member.

On top of that, the universe is expanding beyond the game! The Outer Worlds 2 will be featured in the upcoming Secret Level anthology series, streaming on Prime Video. Tune in on December 17 for a short story that takes place between The Outer Worlds and The Outer Worlds 2. While you may have thought that was a lot of shilling, the Secret Level episode is legitimately good, and if the Board were around, they’d tell you it was mandatory viewing.

Wishlist the game today on Xbox Series X|S, the Xbox app on Windows PC, and Steam, and stay tuned for more updates on The Outer Worlds 2—we can’t wait to share what’s next with you. The galaxy is yours to explore; the only question is, how will you shape it?

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phantomsies · 9 months ago

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my dress up darling • ony

convincing your friend to go to a convention with you turned out to be the best idea ever!…but it’s what happens before the event even arrives that makes it all the more fun..

📝: blerd!ony, black fem!reader (plus size coded), PWP, finger sucking, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, pet names used (mama, baby, she slips up and calls him daddy), lots of praise, tit/nipple play, nasty hotel sex, tiny mentions of blood + injury, reader is a seamstress/cosplayer, missionary, squirting, friends to lovers, lots of humor and banter, creampie, aftercare

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (and the next time I go to a con, I’m totally not hoping to manifest a tall, darkskin, nerdy cosplayer bf🌚 just joking y’all! That would literally never happen. But I hope y’all enjoy this

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

“You good over there, mama? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’m just fine, Ony. Despite the fact that my legs are still shaking and I’m sore as hell.”

but just what was Ony referring to? Well…it all began last night in the hotel room…

flashback

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“Ony! Can you stay still, please? I’m tryna finish this last piece.”

“C’mon, ma. Can’t you do it later on?”

“If it gets any later, imma be sleep so no. You can pause that damn game and wait for me to finish sewing this on.”

“Awww, c’mon! You keep blocking, bro. I hate this damn combo—“

“Ony, I’m fine. Really..I’ll just wrap it up later..”

“I appreciate that..I’m just happy you decided to come with me. It means a lot. I usually do this by myself so I feel a lot better with you around.”

“..Ony..”

“You gon’ let me do that, baby?..Can I play with this pretty pussy?..”

“Mmm…I knew this shit was gon’ be wet but damn..look at my fingers already and I ain’t even stuck ‘em in..”

“You so fucking pretty, baby. I swear I be so happy when you’re around..”

“Here, lay down f’r me, mama. Just like that..and keep them legs spread.”

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

“Unt uh..eyes up here. Lemme see that pretty face while I fuck you..gimme that pussy, baby. Yes..”

which made the both of you break into a slight giggle. But you certainly had help getting to this point. This was a newfound sensation and your body was reacting accordingly.

“..come. Come for me, Ony…come in me..”

but alas, your gazes would meet and you’d break into a fit of light chuckles.

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

“Aye, you gone let me sleep in the wet spot?..I wanna stay cool tonight.”

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

even if he did work the last good nerve you had sometimes!

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psformybss · 2 months ago

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ohh same anon abt secret fiancé amd queer cast! idea just came up to me maybe add another part where they do an interview and the cast gush about her just like the obx cast did:))

How Well Do We Know Each Other?

series masterlist

warnings: teasing, chaos, one obsessed husband, supportive besties

an: i lowkey feel like this is more teasing than gushing but there is some gushing sprinkled in

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The Variety studio looked like a Pinterest board come to life—warm lighting, slatted wood backdrops, and three vintage armchairs that screamed cool grandma energy. Omar Apollo, Daniel Craig, and Drew Starkey were lounged across them like they’d done this a dozen times before. Between them sat a coffee table with buzzers, whiteboards, and a half-empty bowl of red licorice that Omar had already hit twice.

A slate clapped. A producer called, “We’re live in three, two—”

“Hi, I’m Omar Apollo.”

“I’m Daniel Craig.”

“And I’m Drew Starkey.”

“And this—” Omar kicked a foot onto Drew’s knee, grinning at the camera, “—is How Well Do We Know Each Other?”

Cue the game-show jingle. All three cracked up.

“First question,” the producer called from off-camera. “Drew—who was the first person you told when you got the role in Queer?”

Drew’s answer came fast—head ducked, marker flying across his whiteboard like he already knew this was going to be a thing.

Omar leaned toward Daniel with the subtlety of a foghorn. “It’s his wife. Obviously.”

Daniel snorted. “Do I even need to write that down?”

“Yes,” Omar insisted, already scribbling Y/N in looping letters and underlining it like a middle school crush. “And I’m betting he cried.”

“Absolutely cried,” Daniel said. “He probably called her like baby, I got the part, and then sobbed into a couch cushion.”

Drew just laughed, cheeks pink, shaking his head with that soft, fond look—the kind that sneaks up and settles behind your ribs.

“Alright, reveal your answers,” the producer called.

Daniel held up his board: Y/N (duh)

Omar flipped his dramatically: Y/N (and he SOBBED)

Drew turned his around last: Y/N. I did not cry.

“Liar,” Omar said, throwing a red licorice at him.

“Rom-com lead behavior,” Daniel said, popping another into his mouth. “But to be fair—she is the sweetest.”

“She really is,” Omar nodded. “Remember when she visited set in Rome? And brought snacks for everyone ‘cause we had to shoot that night scene late?”

Daniel smiled. “She didn’t just bring snacks. She brought, like, a full buffet. Handed it out with little napkins and everything. I thought she was someone’s assistant.”

“And she still looked better than any of us,” Omar added. “Like, she was just chillin’, handing out pasta, looking like an off-duty Vogue model.”

“You married way up,” Daniel deadpanned, pointing at Drew with a red licorice.

“Painfully aware,” Drew muttered, grinning as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“If you’re watching this, Y/N,” Omar leaned toward the lens, “please drop the skincare routine. And also? I’m free for adoption.”

The next few questions moved fast—favorite songs, set habits, who breaks character most (spoiler: Drew). But twenty minutes in, chaos struck again.

“Okay,” the producer said with a sly smile. “This one’s for all three of you. How long did Drew and Y/N date for before getting married?”

Immediate groans.

“She’s going to see this,” Daniel said, dragging a hand over his face. “And judge us.”

“She won’t,” Drew insisted.

Omar squinted into the distance. “Wait… didn’t y’all start dating in high school?”

Daniel frowned. “Sophomore year?”

“Junior.”

“Bloody hell,” Daniel muttered, writing anyway.

“Okay—three, two, one,” the producer called.

Omar flipped his board: 8 years (and some change)

Daniel’s said: 8.5 years???

Drew revealed: dated for 9 years, married for 4 years 3 months 8 days (but who’s counting)

Omar dropped his marker. “Bro.”

Daniel leaned back in his chair. “You counted down to the day?”

“You’re a walking Hallmark card,” Omar said. “She’s got you whipped.”

“I’m happily whipped,” Drew said without hesitation, like the words didn’t embarrass him at all. Like they were just the truth.

And maybe that’s what got them—not the words, but the way he said them. Steady. Sure. Like even in this buzzy studio, with cameras on and jokes flying, a piece of him was somewhere else. Probably picturing her at home, in their kitchen, wearing one of his sweatshirts and telling their golden retriever about her day.

Daniel clapped him on the back. “I’ll say it again—married up.”

Drew smiled. “She makes it easy.”

“That’s what you said at the wrap party,” Omar said, snapping his fingers. “When someone asked what being married’s like. You said it’s like finally exhaling after holding your breath for years.”

Daniel let out a low whistle. “Jesus. Get this man a poetry book.”

“Let him live,” Omar said, leaning on Drew’s shoulder.

They wrapped a few questions later—one about who’d go method (everyone pointed at Daniel), another about worst on-set habits (Omar: “Pickles between takes”), and a lightning round that devolved into absolute chaos.

The cameras cut. Crew scattered to pack gear. But the three actors stayed seated, stretched out, a little more slouched now, like guys who’d known each other longer than they actually had.

“You really don’t mind all the teasing?” Daniel asked, more sincere this time.

Drew leaned back. “Not even a little. She’s part of all of this—even when she’s not in front of the camera. Everything I do… it’s got her in it somewhere.”

Omar lobbed a licorice at him. “Okay, yeah. You win. That’s the realest thing I’ve heard all day.”

Drew caught it mid-air, grinning. “Told you. Whipped.”

And the laughter that followed was different this time. Softer. Realer. The kind of laughter that lives underneath everything else—respect, affection, something like family.

#drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey obx #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey x oc #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x secret fiancee!reader #drew starkey queer

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karmaswhiskee · 2 months ago

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Kiss & A Show

Free Use Series: Part 1

R18+

✐ Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, slight Dub con(?), kinda sorta an orgy but not entirely, no condoms but implied birth control, Face fucking, mentions/brief descriptions of m/m oral sex, implied/briefly described aftercare.

✐ Smut | OT8 x Female Character

✐Word Count: 11,831

✐Author's Note: Most of my smut with a female character will have the name "Sophie" because it ties into my Longfic (it's the main character's name). I have opted to remove this for the free-use series and have just decided to replace it with (Y/N). Let me know if you'd prefer the character's name or not.

Also: I'm aware that this fic does not actually include free use- it's just the first/beginning fic. Next fic will set up the rules and will include free use.

By continuing to read, you agree you are of age to read this and are consenting to view the contents described above. If you do not consent, do not continue.

✐𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽✨

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She’s not even sure whose hands are on her anymore, nor whose mouth is leaving a trail of kisses up her neck- the pleasure is almost completely overwhelming and she has to fight to stay somewhat alert. She’s in the throws of another orgasm when a thought surfaces in her hazy mind- How did game night come to this?

They’d begun the night like normal; the boys were settling on the couch after dinner and a few drinks, everyone excited because they actually had the next couple of days off.

“Plenty of days to nurse a hangover!” Han had declared before they all decided to ask staff to buy them obscene amounts of alcohol.

Stray Kids and Co. obviously couldn’t go to the liquor store by themselves as they were sure to be spotted by fans, so the staff begrudgingly made the trip, only being satiated by the permission to get themselves and the other staff something as well. They returned with a van full of alcohol and earned a belly laugh from (Y/N) when the staff cheekily revealed that half of the load was what they bought for themselves and their co-workers.

“I’m surprised the charge went through,” Chan grumbled as he was handed his card back.

“Thank you, Hyung!” his kids said simultaneously, all of them beaming ear to ear.

“Thank you Channie,” their STAY mirrored their grins.

He turned away to hide his blush, huffing out an annoyed “You’re welcome.”

The group then piled back into their shared apartment and began drinking themselves silly. Various drinking games got everyone pretty sloshed, but the arrival of food was able to soak up some of the alcohol… so they drank more.

“What about… truth or dare?” I.N slurred, eyeing the woman sprawled out on the floor, singing loudly with Han.

“Ooo! I love, love that game!” she shot up halfway through her line to her feet, surprisingly steady for as drunk as she was. “Who else wants to play?”

Most of the boys shrugged, but Felix and Hyunjin excitedly joined.

“Can I go first?” Felix asks once everyone is gathered in what is kind of a circle.

“Why not?” I.N smiles.

“Okay… Hyung… Minho. Truth or dare?”

Lee Know smirks lazily and wraps an arm around Han’s shoulders. “Truth.”

Felix smirks. “Do you have a crush on me?"

Lee Know sighs, his grip on Han momentarily tightening. “... Yes.”

“Jagi!" Han frowns, lightly smacking his boyfriend’s chest.

He blushes. “You think he's cute too. It's not my fault."

Han rolls his eyes, his cheeks burning from the alcohol and now probably embarrassment. “Way to throw me under the bus, baby."

“Ha! I knew it!" Felix beams.

(Y/N) jumps into the conversation to try to help the embarrassed couple. “I think everyone has a small crush on you man,” she drawls, her southern accent growing heavier due to the alcohol.

“Oh?” Felix leans across Hyunjin to get closer to the girl, using his hands to splay across the older boy's thighs to stabilize himself. “Even you?”

She matches his energy and leans down to his eyes level, their faces inches apart. “Well obviously. I have the ability to see, don't I?”

“Ooo, you like meee," he giggles.

Hyunjin clears his throat- he kind of wants his thighs back. “My turn."

Everyone looks to him, (Y/N) and Felix included, both of them still leaning over near his lap with their heads tipped up in his direction. He won't lie- the view is kind of nice. The two finally relent though and sit up straight to watch the next interaction.

“Okay… Han. Truth or dare?”

The younger man doesn't miss a beat. “Dare.”

“I dare you to remove one item of clothing.”

Han groans. “Ugh, fine.”

His eyes flicker with mischief before he slips off one of his socks. “One item of clothing, gone.”

The rest of the group snickers while Hyunjin huffs in annoyance.

“Alright, my turn?" (Y/N) smiles, drunkenly leaning on him as she looks around at the members. “Changbin…?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you let me feel up your arms?"

The boys burst out laughing, especially Changbin. “Don't you have to ask me truth or dare?"

Her eyes sparkle. "Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Will you let me feel up your arms?"

His ears burn red, but he nods. "Why not?”

“Now?” She looks at him, a flash of hunger flicking through her face.

“Come on mate, don't disappoint the lady," Felix chuckles in response to Changbin’s shy demeanor.

“Yeah, take it off!" Chan joins in the teasing.

“Don't get so cocky- you're next," she winks, jokingly grabbing at the air and making a squeezing motion.

Chan goes crimson as his drunken members turn their teasing to him while their cheeky STAY looks at the muscle-bound rapper.

“Please?"

“Alright, come here," he smiles.

She stands up and walks over to Changbin, her face a mix of nerves and excitement. “Are you sure? I was mostly joking so-”

He snickers. “Are you chickening out on me right now?”

Her pride bruises slightly and he knows it. “Pfft, no. Just wanted to make sure there was clear consent, jeez.”

Changbin holds his arm out towards her. “Anything for STAY.”

She kneels next to him, her touch feather-light as her fingers skim up his forearms to his biceps. He shivers at her touch, his whole body breaking out with goosebumps, but he convinces himself it’s just the alcohol speaking. It’s not like he likes the feeling of her fingers brushing against his skin or anything weird…

“Damn you’re big,” (Y/N) giggles. If she’s aware of the connotations of what she just said, she doesn’t seem to care.

Changbin freezes and does his best to fight the blush that begins burning up his neck. “Thank you, I work hard.”

“I know,” she grins as she softly squishes his bicep. “Alright, I’m done molesting you for today.”

Changbin and Hyunjin bark with laughter, Felix covering his mouth and nose to suppress a snort. “Oh my God-”

“What’d she say?” Lee Know asks.

(Y/N)’s unable to keep the humour from her voice as she says, “I said that I’m done molesting him for now.”

The boys erupt into giggles. “The fuck?” Seungmin wheezes.

When the group starts to settle down, Chan clears his throat, “Alright… moving on. My turn…”

“Let’s go, Grandpa!” Seungmin yells.

Chan rolls his eyes. “Fine. Seungmin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to record yourself saying, ‘Channie Hyung is so awesome and I love him so much’ and bubble it to STAY.”

“They're going to think I've been kidnapped," Seungmin deadpans.

“And?”

“Ugh,” the puppy grumbles and pulls out his phone with a frown.

“Go on,” Chan’s lips pull into a smirk.

“Channie Hyung is so awesome and I love him so much,” Seungmin says in a monotone voice and quickly sends off the voice memo before his elder can force him to change it.

Chan rolls his eyes and grabs out his phone to go to Bubble as well. His fingers fly across the screen as he tells STAY that Seungmin meant every word and to not let him take it back while Seungmin tells STAY that he lost a bet and he was forced.

“Just let me have this,” Chan whines at the younger member.

“I don’t want STAY to think I actually like you,” he makes a face of disgust, but his eyes dance with playful-ness.

“Who cares?” I.N complains. “It’s my turn, stop bickering.”

“So impatient,” Seungmin chuckles like he knows something the rest of the group doesn’t.

“(Y/N),” he says sweetly while he ignores his members. “Truth or dare?”

She chews her lip while she decides. “Dare. Why not?”

“I dare you-” he swallows nervously, “to kiss me.”

There’s a quick look of confusion on her face before her expression morphs into a cocky one. “If you wanted to make out with me little fox, all you had to do was ask~”

I.N chokes on the breath he was taking. “Is that a yes?”

“Like I’d say no to you.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Seungmin protests while some of the boys nod along or stay frozen in shock.

“Ask when it’s your turn,” I.N shrugs.

“That kind of makes the game boring for me,” the STAY sighs. “If most of y’all are gonna ask, why don’t I just kiss everyone who is curious now?”

The boys fall silent and a heaviness settles in the air.

“Okay,” Felix speaks up. “How do we do this?”

“I can uh- go in a circle?” the girl blushes as the situation sobers her up a tad. “If y’all are comfortable?”

Everyone nods and she turns to Hyunjin. “Do we want privacy or-?”

He shakes his head, his body stiff as he watches her use her knees to move over to him. They study each other silently, trying to figure out the best angle. (Y/N) takes a deep breath before grabbing her bottle of liquid courage and taking a swig. She then sets it down and looks at the dancer.

“Can I sit in your lap?”

“Yes.”

Everyone in the room watches quietly as she swings a knee over to the otherside of Hyunin’s thighs, gently settling as she straddles him before she grabs his face and softly presses her lips to his. Someone in the room gasps, but the pair ignore them, both of them focused on the other person. The kiss starts off sweet- chaste even, but it soon evolves when Hyunjin’s hands latch onto (Y/N)’s hips and he deepens the kiss. She makes a noise deep in her chest when his tongue slips past her lips, one of her hands slipping up to grip onto his porcupine-like hair. He leans forward into her and she accommodates him by leaning back a tad, her back arching nicely for their audience. The hand Hyunjin has on her hip drags her closer into him while his other hand moves up to control her neck and keep her lips moving smoothly against his. Not one to deny himself pleasure, he allows his pelvis to occasionally roll into hers, drawing more soft noises from her lips.

They make out until they both need to pull away for air, both of them greedily taking in lungfuls of oxygen. When the STAY catches her breath, she remembers that they’re being watched and her face burns with mild embarrassment, but she pushes it away and slowly moves off of Hyunjin’s lap to Felix.

“Holy shit,” Hyunjin breathes as he absentmindedly helps her off of him.

“That was really hot,” Felix confesses.

“You two should make porn,” Han agrees. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m not even into women…” Minho’s eyes are wide. “But I’d watch that.”

“Y’all are too kind,” (Y/N) giggles, her entire face cherry red. “Anyway… Felix? Do you wanna-?”

“I was already going to say ‘yes’, but now I’d be insane to turn down your offer.”

She smiles and gets into the same position on his lap, pausing briefly to watch his face move closer to hers. “You’re so pretty,” she murmurs before kissing him.

This kiss is a tad rougher, but (Y/N) gets the feeling that this is what he likes. She keeps her hands on his neck and collarbone, a bit worried about his damaged hair, but his hands run up and down her sides without a second thought. He eventually settles on at the back of her head and the other in the small of her back, pulling her body into his. She squeaks when he nips at her bottom lip and his grip on her tightens like she gave him the reaction that he was hoping for. The hand he has on her back slips under the hem of her shirt and his fingertips graze her lower spine. She lets out a soft whine and the men watching have reactions varying from covering their bodily reaction to holding their breaths or digging their nails into their palms.

This time, when the two pull away to replenish their oxygen, a thin string of saliva stays connected for a moment before breaking.

“Oh my God,” I.N chokes out.

“Fuck,” Seungmin watches with wide eyes and blown pupils.

Chan stays silent while he tries to lie to himself and act like he’s not as deeply affected as the others.

“Changbin-”

“Do you have to ask?” He lifts the girl out of his band member’s lap and sets her down in his.

Like an unspoken rule, he waits just as the other two men did for the STAY to make her move. She gently cups his face as she presses their lips together, her other hand splaying across his chest as he leans into the kiss. He holds back his impatience as her tongue tentatively enters his mouth, following her lead as the kiss heats up. He then uses both of his hands to squeeze her waist and pull her closer; she melts in his lap, her breath hitching and a low moan spilling out of her mouth when he slowly grows more demanding. She eventually tries to pull away for air, but Changbin’s mouth chases hers and only allows her to breathe when he too can feel his lungs screaming.

“Wow,” she gasps as she takes deep breaths. “I always knew you were secretly a little rough when you want to be.”

His face flushes with embarrassment, but his eyes show nothing but hunger. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“My turn,” Seungmin snaps eagerly.

(Y/N) chuckles, looking over at him with a tip of her head. “Mm, impatient, are we?”

“Obviously,” he grumbles.

She's only half way off of Changbin’s lap when Seungmin grabs her by her hips and drags her onto him. “Oh-”

He holds her body snuggly against his, his eyes tracking every small movement she makes as he waits for her to initiate the kiss. She waits purely to make him squirm and softly wraps her fingers around his throat as her face hovers closer to his.

“Behave,” she growls before roughly meeting his lips.

He whines into the kiss, painfully hard as her previous gentleness seems to have completely disappeared. Seungmin is not entirely sure how, but this woman reads his sexual needs like a book and is having no trouble meeting them. He feels like he should be embarrassed by how quickly she's forced his submission, but his care factor continues to plummet as her hips grind mildly on him and her mouth demands so much attention. Without much thought, his hands slip under her shirt and gravitate towards her breasts. He slips the bra up and grasps at the flesh beneath, drawing a moan from her when he massages the sensitive skin.

It's one of the worst moments of his life when he can no longer ignore the burning in his lungs and has to pull away. They both have to take a minute to recover, their pants sounding like they had just both run marathons.

“I want more," Seungmin confesses, not even caring that his group members can hear him.

(Y/N) smirks at his statement and looks around at the circle of men that has grown tighter. The people who were on the couch have quickly migrated to the floor for easier access.

“Oh yeah?" she bites her lip and reaches down to the hem of her own shirt, slowly lifting it up. “How about this?"

The men around her either stay still or nod, so she takes the shirt off and tosses it on the ground, leaving her in her bra, underwear and sweatpants. She then tugs the bra down a tad, allowing some of each breast to spill out of the slightly too small garment.

“Jagi," Han looks seriously at his boyfriend. “Would you be okay with me-?”

“I really want to watch," Lee Know interrupts, already nodding.

Han smiles and kisses his partner in thanks and looks at the shirtless woman who's still in their junior’s lap.

“Are you sure?" she asks tentatively. “I don't want to cause any issues between y'all.”

“I mean it. I'm curious to watch."

“Okay…" the STAY slips off of Seungmin’s lap and slowly straddles Han's. “If either of you feel uncomfortable at any time, just tap me twice."

The couple nods and with that, the STAY leans into Han, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging his head forward to meet hers. He relaxes into her and both of their cheeks burn at the feeling of being closely observed by his boyfriend. (Y/N) already knew she was being watched, obviously, but this added layer of kissing someone’s man while he watches was oddly exciting and her already damp panties become soaked. It doesn’t help that Han is also delicious- he tastes like cheesecake and beer, which is oddly a nice flavour combination and it makes her delve deeper into his mouth. He too squeezes her waist and she melts all over again, this time purposefully arching her back and slightly sticking out her ass to give the butt hunter of the group a bit of a show. Her pelvis brushes against the bulge in Han's pants and he lets out a muffled moan, pulling away before he goes too far.

“Can I try?" Lee Know asks, much to the surprise of everyone.

“Really?" (Y/N)'s eyebrows damn near fly off her face along with a few members.

He nods and looks at his boyfriend. “Would you mind?"

“Hell no I wouldn't,” Han slips the woman out of his lap and practically plops her in his partner’s. “In fact, I wish I could film it.”

(Y/N) blushes heavily and Minho looks at the woman on top of him awkwardly, his hands staying by his side for a moment before he copies his group members and softly places them on her hips. She hooks a finger under his chin and smiles.

“Same rules. If you get uncomfortable, just tap me twice, okay? I won't be offended.”

He nods and this time, she waits for him to kiss her. He's slow to press their lips together, but eventually seems to settle and soon he's shoving his tongue down her throat. (Y/N) knows that to some extent, this is a show for Han, but it's also an exploration and she's happy to be an experiment. Similar to Changbin, he's sweet yet demanding, and it drives her wild when his thighs tense beneath her and his hand slips down to grab a handful of her clothed ass. She lets out a small moan, barely managing to withhold a whine of protest when he pulls away.

“Jesus," she giggles nervously to cover up how much that affected her. “I've kissed straight men who are way worse at kissing women than you."

Minho shrugs, clearly quite cocky from the reaction he managed to cause. “You kind of act like Han and I've been observing your reactions to the other members, so it wasn't hard to figure out what you'd like.”

“I-” she wasn't sure what to say. "I'm simultaneously flattered, embarrassed, and incredibly turned on.”

Lee Know laughs and gives her hip one last squeeze before motioning to the Maknae. “I think the one who made the dare would like his turn now."

“You think?” Jeongin says through clenched teeth.

“Aw, Innie. Don't worry, I'll give you special treatment,” (Y/N) licks her swollen lips and moves into his lap.

“Oh yeah? What do I get out of it that the others didn't, huh?”

“Be a good boy and ask nicely, won't you?"

He shivers at her words, but doesn't back down. Before he can say another word though, she's pulling him into a kiss and all of his complaints go out the window.

“Oh fuck~” he moans against her lips when he feels her hand reach between their bodies and cup his trapped erection, slowly rubbing it as she takes his breath away.

She doesn't stop when they need to catch their breaths either, instead slipping her tongue back into his mouth and continuing the small movement of her hand and fingers. I.N is wild with need, his hands moving of their own accord and unclipping her bra with the practiced flick of his fingers. Her bra doesn't fall from her chest, trapped in between the two, but it slowly slides down as his mouth starts to travel along her jaw and down her throat.

She eventually pulls away, her arm moving to catch the bra before it completely falls away.

“Did you… Like your special treatment?" (Y/N) jokes as she catches her breath.

He nods, completely lost for words.

“Good. Now…” she moves her hooded eyes towards the group’s leader. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“I want to do a hell of a lot more than that,” Chan thinks, continuing to dig his fingernails into his palm for some semblance of self control back.

“Oh?"

Chan instantly goes completely red when it registers that he just said that out loud. He watches as this gorgeous woman gets off of I.N’s lap, her eyes drowning in lust from make out sessions with seven people. The tips of his ears are practically on fire by the time she straddles him, her clothed cunt brushing against the obvious tent in his shorts.

“Come on Channie. I know you want control right now. Why not take it?” she whispers in his ear.

He tenses at her words, desire practically written all over his face. He does want control, but more importantly, he wants her; she might as well be a siren and he a sailor who's about to jump ship. He's been thinking about what she'd sound like with his cock deep inside her since he met her and he'd be damned if he denied himself any longer.

“Fuck it."

He grabs the back of her neck and yanks her lips to his, kissing her like his life depends on it. Both of her hands fly to his messy hair and she tangles her fingers in it, happy to hand any form of control over to him. Now that there’s no hand to support her bra, the straps slip down her shoulders and she discards it in the same general direction as her shirt. She’s surprised to learn how much she likes being watched and begins to grow quite desperate herself, squirming in Chan’s lap as his hands move all over her body; soon there are fingers slipping under the waistband of her sweatpants, blindly seeking her clit. A long moan is pulled from her lips when he manages to find it, cruelly pressing the pads of his fingers into the cloth of her underwear and starting to move in tight circles.

“Oh, fuck~ Channie…” she whines.

Chan smirks and removes his lips from her jugular. “If anyone is uncomfortable, you’re welcome to leave the living room. No one will judge you.”

No one moves a muscle, their eyes all glued to the woman whimpering in their leader’s lap.

“Do we all get a turn?” Felix asks hoarsely.

“That’s not up to me,” Chan ceases his movements and tries to catch the shy STAY’s gaze. “Can you take that?”

We’ll soon find out, won’t we? (Y/N) nods, her face flushed. “I- I think so…”

“Do we go in the original order?” Hyunjin doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s looking respectfully.

“I think that should work.”

“Do you really think she can take eight people?” Seungmin directs his question to Chan as if (Y/N) can’t answer for herself; normally that would piss her off, but right now it only turns her on more.

“Yes. She’ll be good for us, won’t you?”

She frantically nods, unable to form sentences.

I.N rolls his eyes at her non-verbal answer. “Use your words.”

“Yes! I’ll be good.”

“Perfect!” Chan smiles sweetly and takes his hand out of her pants. “Then get undressed.”

A full body blush burns through her as she stands up. She usually isn't comfortable undressing in front of one person, let alone eight of them, but she shoves that down and starts to slowly take her sweatpants off before her nerves make her fully sober up. Her thumbs slip under the waistband and she wiggles her hips as she drags the pants down, taking her time bending over and stepping out of them too before she moves on to her underwear.

“Wait!" Hyunjin yells when she's only pulled them down by a few centimeters. “Please… Come here…"

(Y/N) bites her bottom lip and walks over to him, getting on her knees when he motions for her to get back into their earlier position. She straddles him once more and allows him to control her hips, letting him drag her up and down his clothed erection along with the help of her thighs. The simple act of moving her panties to the side sends a bolt of arousal through her and she shivers as his slender fingers rub and tease her clit. She has to use Hyunjin’s shoulders to stabilize herself and does her best to not cum just from the way he's looking at her, but that feels more impossible after every second that passes. Then without warning, he shoves two long digits inside of her and she cries out in response.

“Fuck you're so wet,” he murmurs.

“I wanna feel too,” Changbin says as he reaches towards the two.

Hyunjin’s fingers don’t stop their gentle thrusts and soon there’s another finger prodding at her wet hole.

“We’ve barely touched you,” Changbin laughs when he feels her arousal. “Someone’s eager.”

“Sh-shut up,” the excited STAY groans, her breath catching when the fingers inside her curl. “Oh, fuck-”

“If you can’t handle two fingers, what makes you think you can handle even one of us?” the dancer whispers, only making her clench around his fingers.

“Maybe you… should test me out…” she says as smugly as she can.

The other men watch on with amusement at her challenge- everyone in the room knows that Hyunjin is willing to take that bet.

“First, everyone should be able to feel how excited you got by just being kissed,” he declares, taking his fingers out to hold her up for the others.

Her legs shake as they take turns feeling her and tasting her. “You taste good,” Felix gently grabs her face and makes her watch as his fingers delve back inside of her roughly, thrusting in and out a few times before he pulls them out to bring them to Hyunjin’s lips. “Have a taste.”

His eyes flick to the blonde and they hold eye contact as his tongue wraps around his glistening fingers and licks them clean. “You do taste good… but I feel like something is missing.”

(Y/N)’s so lost in the stimulation, that she doesn’t notice how he’s slowly lowered her down, nor that his members have aided him in freeing his arousal from its cloth confines.

“Wha-what?” she manages to ask through the haze, worry working its way onto her features.

“Me,” he then yanks her hips down, slamming his cock inside of her.

She freezes momentarily with her mouth agape and he continues moving her up and down, relishing the feel of her walls squeezing around him.

“Ah, Hyunjin-! Oh~ oh fuck- …” She tightens her grip on his shoulders to cope with the pleasure.

“You’re alright,” he soothes. “You can take it.”

Her clit screams for attention, but he ignores it, electing to continue dragging her up and down his cock. “Oh- please, please~”

“What do you want?” Chan asks as he lounges back on the couch to watch the show. “Tell him.”

Her cheeks burn and she tries to work up the nerve to ask the man inside of her to touch her. “Please, um…”

Seungmin laughs. “How are you still shy when you’re fucking one of our members in front of us?”

“Please, someone… I wanna cum so badly.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Felix teases, his fingers ghosting over her clit.

(Y/N) spends a moment wishing she hadn’t sobered up so much before she manages to force the words out of her mouth. “Can you please touch me?”

Felix plays dumb. “Where?”

Out of frustration, she snatches his hand and presses his knuckles against her throbbing bundle of nerves. “If I don’t get to cum, then no one does,” she growls through clenched teeth as she throws all semblance of modesty out of the window.

He chuckles. “There she is.”

He then finally does as she asked, turning his hand over and rolling her clit roughly.

“Thank God,” she moans, her legs quaking as she continues to ride his group member.

“Nugh-” Hyunjin chokes out as she rolls her hips, clenching and releasing his length as she goes up and down. “Oh, fuck baby, feels so good.”

She’s leaning her forehead onto his collarbone as she withers on top of him, moaning as she slowly gets closer to release. She desperately chases her orgasm, the eight pairs of eyes on her only fueling her pleasure.

“Felix, stop,” Hyunjin orders, to which his junior complies.

Before (Y/N) can protest, his grip on her hips tightens and he yanks her down his cock more roughly than before, fucking up into her as he chases his high. He doesn’t hold back the urge to cum when his pace becomes sloppy, instead welcoming it and spilling into her as he loudly moans. The loss of her orgasm is devastating, but the STAY doesn't have time to complain.

Someone places a hand in the middle of her upper back. “Jinnie, lay back for me please.”

He does as asked and takes the woman in his lap down with him. His arms wrap around her upper abdomen and yanks her into him, her breasts squishing against his shirt and her ass going in the air when he rolls his hips to force her lower half up. As if it's well practiced choreography, she's moved from riding to doggie- all without moving a muscle herself.

Hyunjin's now soft dick slips out of her as she tries to process what the fuck just happened while cool hands tuck into her waist and another hard cock abruptly sinks inside of her. Her noise of confusion morphs into a choked out moan.

“Oh shit," Han laughs. “Have you guys done this before?"

Felix smirks, his pace smooth and fast as he fucks the girl moaning into his friend’s chest. “Yhup.”

“She's taking it pretty well," Lee Know remarks as he watches. The view of Felix's ass isn't exactly bad either.

“She is taking it pretty well, huh?" Hyunjin pants beneath her as he recovers from his orgasm. “I think that maybe you deserve a reward. Would you like to cum baby?"

“Fuck, please!" she whines.

He smiles and lightly grabs her throat to guide her lips to his. She mewls as she’s fucked into him from behind, but he swallows her sounds.

“Come on, let the girl cum," Changbin laughs.

“Maybe we should get her to beg for it?" Seungmin suggests as he palms his erection through his pants.

“Nah, she's earned it. Let her cum," I.N says.

“Hyung?” Felix looks at Chan. “What do you think?"

“Hmm, I dunno. If we let her cum, she might not be able to take anymore,” he trails off.

“Please please please let me cum!” she pulls away from Hyunjin’s mouth to beg. "I can take it, please just let me cum.”

Chan clicks his tongue. "Well, you heard the lady. Let her cum.”

Hyunjin's fingers are on her clit the second the decision is made and moans fall from her lips as her thoughts go deliciously fuzzy. "Ah! Yes, oh yes! Don't stop Lix, please don't stop.”

Felix obliges and keeps his exact pace and angle while she withers. She gasps when he bullies a soft spot that drives her wild and her moans get louder until she finally clamps down on his cock and cums around him. He diligently fucks her through her orgasm so she can't catch her breath and Hyunjin keeps abusing her clit while the blonde chases his own release. His voice breaks as he cums deep within her, her name the only word he can come up with.

“Fuck that was hot," Minho groans and pushes Han's ass harder into his lap.

Han’s breath catches, but he tries to stay focused. “I wonder if she can take two at the same time?”

(Y/N) lets them speculate. She can hear them, but her intense orgasm prevents her from bothering to comprehend what they're saying and honestly, she doesn't care. If fucking everyone means more of these orgasms, then she'll take all of them twice if she has to.

“Sweetheart, did you hear me?” a voice asks.

“Huh?” (Y/N) shakes her head to ground herself. “Sorry?”

“Do you want to take a break?” Changbin asks.

“No thanks. I'm okay- I just… Forgot what planet I'm on for a moment.”

The boys laugh. “That good and you're only two in?” someone asks.

“You better at least hold out for me. I started this afterall, “ I.N huffs

“You should give him a special reward baby. Without his dare, you wouldn't be able to cum tonight,” Chan smiles and playfully wiggles his eyebrows.

“Pfft, none of y'all would,” (Y/N) retorts as she carefully gets off of Hyunjin with Felix and Changbin's help.

“Speak for yourselves. We already had plans,” Minho grins before he begins kissing along the back of his boyfriend’s neck and collarbone.

“You should all be thanking me,” I.N preens.

“Okay, “ Felix shrugs and starts tying his hair back, “I didn't know you were into men.”

“Whoa, whoa that's not what I meant!” the Maknae frantically waves his hands while a blush heats up his face.

“That would be hot," (Y/N) winks before being pulled onto the couch by Changbin.

“My turn," he says lowly and pulls her into a kiss.

His knee keeps her legs from squeezing shut as his fingers play with her sensitive clit and she whines at the sensation, aching for him to do something more. To shut her up, his tongue slips into her mouth, distracting her enough to secretly give her some time to recover. His hand cradles her head and she can’t help but blush in his arms, feeling oddly safe as she restlessly grinds on his knee.

Changbin pulls away after a couple of minutes. “Someone come here and take these damn things off,” he motions to her pushed-aside underwear. “I’m going to give you guys a show too.”

Seungmin stiffly walks over and waits as the STAY is asked to lie down on her side, facing everyone. She does so quickly- she’s more than ready to have another mind-blowing orgasm, but facing everyone like this is difficult.

“Go on Seungmin. Take them off for her.”

Even just his fingers grazing her skin sends shivers up her spine and they leave goosebumps in their wake. He gently tugs them off of her as she gives him a shy smile, opening her legs to aid him. When he slips them completely down, he discards them and instead of sitting back down, his hands start to feel up her thighs; they slowly move higher and higher until his fingers are dancing in between her legs. His desperation and impatience is hot in ways (Y/N) can’t describe and she aches for someone to get her off again.

“Anj-euseyo (Sit down),” Changbin orders the junior, who begrudgingly goes back to his spot to await his turn.

His hand then tucks itself between (Y/N)’s waist and the couch while his other trails down her body; he gets to her left thigh and tugs her leg up to gain more access and to give the other men in the room a show. When his hand leaves her thigh, she keeps her leg hoisted up while he grabs his cock and presses the tip into her opening.

“Are you ready?”

She whimpers in response and tries to move her hips to get him inside faster. “Please.”

Without another word, his hand is back on the underside of her thigh and he sinks into her. She lets out a drawn out sigh of content that morphs into fragmented moans as he begins drawing himself in and out of her.

“Ah- fuck…” she whines when he bumps a senstive part of her insides.

“God you take him so well,” I.N praises.

Changbin grunts in agreement behind her and his hand slips up her body to cup one of her breasts and tease the nipple.(Y/N)’s breath catches as he gently pinches the delicate skin and her own hand travels to her neglected clit. As soon as her fingers gravitate to it, she’s a mess- her moans only growing more obscene and louder as she’s fucked over the edge.

“Ohh, fuck-” Changbin whines as her walls clamp down around him.

She instinctually tries to close her legs to intensify her orgasm, but he keeps her leg held firmly up and uses the extra tension to fuck her harder.

“Ha- fuck-” (Y/N) pants as she’s fucked right through that orgasm into another.

This time, the soft, warm grip she has on his dick is too much and he cums mid thrust. With her brain fuzzy from two orgasms in quick succession, her vision swims slightly and her eyes slightly roll back as she tries to regain her bearings.

Changbin gently pulls out, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder as he does so. “Are you okay?”

She nods slowly before blurting, “Holy shit.”

He laughs and gets off the couch while Seungmin swiftly climbs onto it and slots himself in between her legs.

“Guess that means you don’t need to cum again,” he smirks, his eyes flashing with mischief.

“Hey, don’t deprive me,” she pouts and arches her back to help him drag her pelvis up his thighs. “Please?”

He ignores her and pulls her closer- she can feel his tip kiss her opening. “Can you take it?”

The moment she says ‘yes’, he slips into her and begins a brutal and impatient pace like he’s been waiting much longer than the duration of this “game” to have her.

“Ah, fuck- Seungmin~” (Y/N)’s hands go back down her body towards an obvious goal, but he catches them and holds her wrists together to keep her from pleasuring her clit. “Please- please, Seung… min…”

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to.”

His cock rubs against a part of her insides that send electricity through her body and she shakes while her toes curl. She’s so close again, she just needs that little extra-

“Hyung,” Seungmin looks over at one of his elders. “Hold her hands.”

“Absolutely not,” Minho laughs. “Have you seen her pouty face? I’ll fold.”

“I’ll do it,” Han gets up and walks over to her.

“Please?” the corners of the needy STAY's lips turn down and her eyes go wide in an adorable pout, but Han stays strong and firmly grabs her wrists for Seungmin, pinning her arms above her head.

“Seungmin doesn't want you to,” Han responds, brushing her hair out of her face and watching her breasts bounce from the force of his bandmates' thrusts.

“Please let me cum again,” she whines in between moans.

He shakes his head and she turns her attempts back on the man who feels so good inside her. “Seungmin please? Feels so good and I just wanna cum for you.”

He ignores her, his pace growing sloppy as he reaches his high. His grip on her thighs grows stronger and he drags himself in and out of her until he finally cums, though unlike his fellow members, he manages to pull out in time and cum onto her bare stomach.

“I've been wanting to do that for so long…” he pants.

(Y/N) glares at him. “I'm going to get you back next time.”

He waves her off. “All I'm hearing of that I get to fuck you again."

“I won't let you cum all day baby. You'll be begging and pleading to be able to cum, and I'll just tell you that you don't need to.”

“Strong words from someone covered in my cum,” Seungmin teases and slowly gets up off the couch.

“And you-” (Y/N) looks at Han. "If you think you can get out of it by begging your boyfriend to get you off, then you've got another thing coming.”

Most of the other boys laugh. "Hey! Hyunjin didn't let you cum either!” Han defends.

“I made her cum with Felix though,” Hyunjin smirks.

“Hey. You aided her with me,” Felix rolls his eyes playfully.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Dickhead,” Felix huffs.

“You are what you eat,” Hyunjin’s smirk only grows and he winks at the blonde.

“Ha! Sluts!” (Y/N) laughs as she slowly sits up.

“Hey, look who's talking,” Felix laughs.

“People in glass houses baby,” Chan chimes in.

“Oh piss off,” she blushes when Seungmin comes back to wipe off her stomach with a paper towel. “I'm not a slut, I'm a whore. Get your vocab right.”

The boys crack up and Seungmin cuts her off by placing a quick kiss on her lips before letting Han take over.

“Jagi, what are we thinking?" Han sits down on the couch and beckons their girl over to them.

She smiles, her shame going completely out the window as she sits in his lap completely bare.

“I really liked when her back was arched with her ass in the air,” Minho responds before he looks at her. “Are you okay with that?”

(Y/N) nods. “It's my favorite position.”

“It's settled then, but let's give everyone a bit of a show first, huh?" Han smiles before surging forward to kiss the girl in his lap.

She immediately kisses him back, her hands slipping under his shirt and gliding up his abdomen. She then slowly lifts up his shirt to reveal his tattoos in almost a teasing manner before she lets it fall back down. (Y/N) makes sure to thread her fingers into Han’s hair and yank his head back as her tongue explores his mouth once more, allowing Minho to get a good view of his desperate boyfriend.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” she mumbles against his lips before she messily kisses along his jaw and then follows the vein in his neck down to his collarbone. “I bet you look even prettier covered in cum.”

His already strained shorts seem to grow smaller and he squirms underneath her. “Fucking hell.”

She grinds her hips against his trapped arousal and he groans before he looks at his amused boyfriend in silent pleading.

“Well?” Lee Know smirks. “Go on.”

This is all of the permission Han needs to use his close grip on the STAY’s hair to pull her away from his neck and tell her to get on her hands and knees. She hungrily nods and does as he asks, her back arching as her ass stays in the air and her forearms kiss the carpet. Han gets behind her, his hands practically gluing themselves to her hips before he moves one to help himself line up with her needy hole.

“Wait,” Minho cocks his head. “Move to the side a tad. I want a better view.”

They shuffle to the side a little before they continue. Han pauses for a moment before standing up briefly to yank his shorts all the way down along with his underwear and kicks it off before returning to where he was.

“Shirt too,” Felix calls out, his eyes darting to Minho quickly before going back to the two who are about to fuck in front of him.

“Do it,” Minho agrees before Han moves a muscle.

He does away with the garment in moments though and then he’s back to looking at the woman who’s waiting desperately to be filled.

He leisurely thrusts just the tip of his cock into her, watching as she braces, only to let out an annoyed huff when he pulls back out. He does it a couple more times just to tease, but (Y/N) quickly grows sick of it.

“Han Jisung, I swear to god-”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because without warning, he ploughs into her. She yelps in surprise and then lets out high pitched, breathy squeals when he keeps these hard thrusts up. He’ll push into her roughly and then slowly drag himself out, just to slam back inside of her and repeat. Her insides begin to ache in a delicious way the longer he keeps this up and when she suddenly feels a finger on her clit, she’s pushed over the edge.

Syllables and incoherent sounds spill from her mouth and her walls spasm around the man inside her, causing them to both let out long winded moans. She keeps her eyes squeezed shut to try to help her cope and she tries to grab at the carpet, but the overstimulation caused by this impromptu fuckfest is getting to her. Her nerves are so sensitive, she swears that she can feel Han’s cum as it begins to spurt inside of her and it somehow only makes her hornier.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before he begins to pull out of her, but suddenly, his spent cock pushes back into her.

“Did I say you two were done?” Minho asks. It’s nice to have more than one person hanging on his every word, willing to do whatever he pleases; there’s a kind of power to it that drives him wild.

(Y/N)’s brain doesn’t work, but her body knows to stay where she is and she allows her face to be shoved into the carpet. The ground muffles her moans as, unbeknownst to her, Han’s pelvis is being manually pushed into hers by his lover. The slightly younger man squirms and he trembles as overstimulation slams into him with a vengeance. The other men watch in admiration as they witness the unfolding scene, surprised at how much (Y/N) can take, but also surprised by the way Lee Know’s hands gently but firmly guide Jisung’s hips in and out of her.

“Please…” Han chokes out. “Have a turn…”

“Aren’t you having fun?”

“Can’t- can’t take… fuck…”

“If anyone should be complaining about being overstimulated, it should not be you,” Seungmin pipes up, snickering at his straining Hyung.

Han whines. “I don’t… wanna… get… too rough… with her.”

Chan cocks his head before calling out in a slightly condescending tone, “(Y/N), sweetheart- are you doing okay?”

She can’t be bothered to comprehend what he said and only lets out a noise to acknowledge that she heard him.

“That’s not much of an answer,” Changbin chuckles.

“Poor girl has probably been fucked stupid,” Hyunjin laughs.

Lee Know sighs, threading his fingers through Han’s hair and pulling his lips in his direction. Han smiles into the kiss like it’s helping him regain his senses and he eventually pulls away.

“Baby… Why don’t you try her out?”

Having been given some time to recover now, (Y/N) decides to tune back into the conversation. She raises her head slightly and blinks several times to regain her focus.

“Would that be okay?” Minho directs the question to her.

“Huh?”

“Can I uh- I’ve never been with a woman-”

The STAY blushes and lets out a quiet chuckle when she grasps his question. “Lee Minho. Are you asking if you can fuck me?”

The tips of his ears burn red and the juxtaposition from how dominant and self assured he was just acting moments ago is incredibly entertaining to the woman he's currently propositioning.

“I’m curious…”

“You wanna see what all the fuss is about?” she snickers, her comment earning a few laughs from those around her too.

“Well- yeah.”

“And what am I going to get out of being your little experiment, huh?” She teases. She’d fuck him any day of the week, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He smiles and hesitantly places one of his warm hands on her bare ass. “Who do you think was helping you cum while my boyfriend was fucking you?”

It’s her turn to go red at the mental image of his fingers rolling her sensitive clit like he had just witnessed his members do. “I guess I owe you then?” she jokes, arching her back more to push her ass a tad higher into the air.

“It wasn’t completely selfless,” Minho confesses as he stands up to unbuckle his belt. “It was really hot watching Han fuck you.”

The boys around them nod. “If you, Han, and Hyunjin decide to start making porn, I’ll pay good money for a subscription,” Felix confesses.

All three mentioned blush intensely. (Y/N) opens her mouth to respond, but her reply gets caught in her throat when she feels hands brush up and down her waist. Lee Know is accustomed to moving slowly at first, but their audience reminds him that he doesn’t necessarily have to.

“Be rough right out of the gate,” I.N encourages. “She’ll take it perfectly fine.”

Lee Know stays gentle and skims his fingertips down the woman’s spine. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Don’t think about me, okay?” she pants as she reassures him. “I’m happy to be your experiment. Just use me.”

“As long as you're sure…” he trails off before abruptly pushing his full length inside of her.

Her mouth falls open at the smooth pace, his hands really only on her hips for show as his hips are the ones rocking and keeping the perfect pace. He manages to brush a spot that the others were a bit too rough to find and that, adding onto the multiple orgasms she has already had, begins to make her see stars.

Minho’s hands explore her soft ass and give her a few test pats to gauge her reaction, but he keeps his movements soft and steady. Afterall, he can tell when someone's getting close to their limit, and he knows she'll still want to get through at least two more men before the night is over.

(Y/N), on the other hand, is getting closer and closer to cumming. Even when she skillfully clenches around him to enhance his experience, his pace doesn't falter and he keeps the angle that he notices seems the fuck the air right out of her lungs.

“Ahhh, keep doing that thing,” he breathes as he gets a tad more rough and sloppy. "I'm not sure… Fuck…”

(Y/N) can't do more than gasp for air and let out high-pitched moans while her nerves sing. He almost begins to target that spot the closer he gets to orgasm and she can't help but drool a little as she whines his name.

“Oh fuck~” he groans before allowing himself to spill into her.

Her orgasm slowly slips away, but she’s so sensitive that she doesn’t even have to worry about whether she'll cum again; afterall, the air on her hot skin is almost enough to make her lose her mind.

“Fuck Jagiya,” Han breathes like he’s the one who just had his guts rearranged; his eyes are glued to his man’s glistening dick.

“Is… can I?” Everyone’s eyes flick to Felix, who’s blown pupils say everything he can’t put into words. “Since we’re already sharing…? I-”

Minho’s previous smug-ness is back. “Something wrong?”

The blonde looks at him like he wants to eat him alive and (Y/N)’s eyes bounce between Han, Felix, and Minho, watching in vague interest while she recovers. She’s not sure why Chan looks so surprised at Felix’s reaction, she thought his lust for the older member was pretty obvious.

“(Y/N), do you need help?” I.N whispers next to her.

The sudden voice starles her, but she shakes her head. “Just tired… and a little sore.”

“I’m not surprised,” he watches as she rolls onto her back and sits up; he reaches his hand out to help her up and she takes it.

Her legs quake as she stands and he gives her a concerned look. “Do you want Channie-Hyung and I to wait?”

“N-no.”

“You can rest for a few days if you need to before-”

“I want you now,” she licks her lips.

He freezes at her words, his body absolutely riddled with need. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Okay… lay down, I’ll be gentle.”

She bites her lip and lays on the couch as she watches him hesitate before climbing on top of her, still fully clothed.

“I can’t wait to undress you,” she purrs before grabbing the back of his neck and surging up to meet his lips.

He melts into her kiss, letting out a groan as one of her hands slowly drags itself down his chest and torso, only to stop at his waistband and pull back up. I.N loses himself in her lips and the feel of her hand in his hair.

“Since I met you,” he murmurs, “I wanted you.”

She giggles, “I hope the wait is worth it.”

He trails kisses down her neck and leaves small bruises along the way, savouring how she squirms underneath him. “Absolutely.”

His mouth gets to one of her neglected breasts and he gets to work tasting her delicate flesh. He takes his time teasing her nipples and gently massaging each breast like he’s being paid by the hour. (Y/N)’s body burns, goosebumps arising at his touch. Even though he knows she well and truly doesn’t need it, his hand wanders down her body and eventually, a finger pushes into her- then a second. He likes feeling her tighten her grip on his roots as she throws her head back into the couch, moans instantly spilling from her lips.

“Fuck you look so good like this.”

“Ha… nugh… Innie, fuck-”

“You wanna cum again baby?”

She rapidly nods her head. “God, yes please.”

“I can do that for you,” he takes his fingers out and brings them to her lips. “Go on, clean up your mess.”

She whimpers before taking his fingers into her mouth, her wet tongue more than glad to receive them. He can’t help the gasp that escapes his lips when her tongue swirls around them and soon her hand is skimming up his shirt, her fingernails brushing along his abs. He tries to continue savouring her, but he can’t deny himself anymore… he needs to be inside her before he explodes.

With her legs wrapped sinfully around his waist, he does his best to yank his shirt off with her aid and adds it to the clothes strewn about the living room. His sweatpants are next to be messily kicked off and soon he’s shimmying out of his underwear to finally let his painfully hard arousal free. It’s easy to line himself up with her more than ready opening and a groan of satisfaction is pulled out of him when he finally sinks into her. I.N rolls his hips slowly to explore her insides and she trembles when he finds the same spot that Lee Know had previously abused.

“Ah, fuck, right there please!” she begs, one of her hands slipping over his shoulder and digging her nails into his skin.

He does as she asks and captures her lips once more to greedily swallow her sounds while her other hand gravitates toward her clit. Within seconds, she’s crying out into his mouth and quaking as he fucks her through her orgasm and throws her straight into another one. Her legs squeeze his waist and he keeps thrusting into her, slowly getting rougher and rougher until he's reaching his own peak.

“God you feel so good,” he chokes out as she takes his feverish ruts so well.

When they finally catch their breaths, they realize that they can still hear moaning. Their eyes follow the sound until they see Felix with his head thrown back, Han on his side with his fingers wrapped around his throat and Minho in between his legs, his length swallowed whole. I.N and the interested STAY pause to watch the show and she can't lie- Han would make delicious porn; she now completely understands what the guys were talking about.

“You still deserve your special reward,” she breaks their silence and smiles cheekily at the Maknae.

“I'm not sure what else you could give me,” I.N laughs and pecks her lips before sitting on his knees so she can get up.

She slips off the couch and onto the carpet, kneeling down before she motions for I.N to sit in front of her. He slowly does so and she gets in between his legs, her fingers wrapping around his resurrecting cock to give him the head of his life. Semen and her own cum drips down her thighs, but she ignores it, instead using the tip of her tongue to trace up from his base to the tip.

“Holy shit," he breathes.

“Ah, hold on!” Hyunjin scrambles to move towards them. "You should sit on something comfortable… Like my face.”

(Y/N) laughs along with I.N but she does as asked, moving briefly so that Hyunjin can lay on his back and prepare her ‘seat’.

“I'm kinda scared that I'm gonna to suffocate you," she confesses as she carefully hovers over his head.

“A man can dream-” he says before reaching up and using her thighs to yank her pussy to his mouth.

He has her shaking in seconds with the way he flicks his tongue along her clit, but not to be outdone, she grabs Jeongin’s weeping cock again and drags her tongue along the head.

“If you feel teeth, blame Hyunjin,” she jokes before she slowly swallows him.

The poor boy doesn't even have time to prepare, his previous orgasm still reverberating through his body when her head starts bobbing up and down. It's all he can do to not cry from the pleasure as he messily holds her hair for her and lets out some of the loudest moans he's ever produced. (Y/N) works hard to hollow out her cheeks and give this man the mind blowing head he deserves, but it's very difficult to concentrate on the sensitive organ in her mouth when her clit is being sucked on and bullied at the same time. She can't help but moan while her tongue wraps around I.N and she loses her focus, causing her to choke when he hits the back of her throat again. Her struggle to breathe goes unnoticed as the man uses his grip on her hair to fuck her mouth until he's spurting semen down her throat.

When he finally lets go, she gasps for air and tries to cover her mouth to muffle the borderline scream she releases when she cums again, but I.N yanks her hand away from her mouth to hear her scream Hyunjin’s name. Her legs violently shake and her whole body trembles as she grinds against the dancer's face, her head thrown back and her nails biting into Jeongin's thigh. She uses most of her strength to lift herself up when she can't take anymore.

“Oh my God, I was so loud I'm so sorry,” she fusses when she regains her bearings. “Did I hurt your ears?”

Inne laughs. “If I didn't just cum twice, I'd bend you over the couch and fuck you right now just to hear that scream again.”

Hyunjin continues to kiss her thighs before agreeing. “That was fucking sexy. I wanna hear it again too.”

“I’m not sure if I can take anymore,” she whines. “And I still want Channie to fuck me tonight.”

She then looks down to get a glimpse of the man beneath her and damn near cums just from the sight of him. His plump lips are shiny with release and spit- even his chin is defiled as whatever his mouth failed to catch drips down to pool in the hollow where his neck meets his collarbone.

Hyunjin smirks underneath her while he continues leaving hickies. “Let him have his way with you and then get ready to scream my name some more.”

“You heard her," Chan walks over to help the girl up. “You wait. It's my turn.”

“I held out for you," she whispers and clings to him to help support her jelly legs.

He smiles. “I'll keep that in mind when you're screaming and begging for more."

He places her back on the couch, gently pushing her shoulder back to get her to lay back down. She does so, and watches him slowly strip in front of her. His shirt comes off first and her fingers itch to explore the feeling of his muscles twitching under her fingertips. Chan finds the lust in her eyes to be quite the ego boost considering she’s almost completely fucked out- He’s excited to make her reach her limit.

He wants to continue to tease her with a strip show, but he’s been patiently waiting while all of his members have their ways with her and now he’s done waiting. He gets in between her legs and sits on his knees, grabbing her legs and yanking her body up his thighs until he gets her calves over his shoulders. Then one of his hands slips under her lower back to help him keep up a steady pace and his other helps him guide his arousal to where he needs it most. He wants to go slow and give her grace, but desire overrules him and he stuffs himself inside of her without warning.

(Y/N) lets out a whimper, mewling even when he just slightly shifts to get a better grip on her. “Fuck, fuck, Channie~”

“You can take it,” he soothes, finally getting the grip and leverage he wants before he starts dragging her along his length.

Her moan catches and she whines out syllables as she tries to cope, but Chan has other ideas. His free hand hovers over her lower abdomen, his fingers splayed across her skin as he gently presses down. She lets out a moan loud enough for him to count it as a scream and random noises start to fall from her lips. Soon, her walls are squeezing around his cock and she’s crying out his name. He doesn’t let up though, and keeps ploughing into her just to watch her shake and feel her calves tense; he won’t be satisfied until his name is the only word she knows. The pressure on her lower stomach stays and she can’t tell when her orgasms begin or end anymore as her eyes begin to roll back into her skull. Chan fucks her right until the exact moment she’s completely fucked out and then he abruptly stops, conveniently managing to hold back his own orgasm.

(Y/N) can barely think- putting thoughts together takes too much energy, too much effort to see through the dizzying pleasure- so when Chan scoops her up, she just mindlessly moves her body to aid him. He walks the short distance to the armchair he was originally lazing in and plops down with her in his arms. She stays snugly tucked into his chest and she places feather-soft kisses along his throat.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tilting her chin up to guide her into a kiss.

“So are you,” she blushes. “Have you cum yet baby?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think you can handle it anymore. I stopped in case it started to hurt.”

She smiles at his thoughtful-ness. How many other men would deny themselves an orgasm like this? “I want you to cum too Chan. Everyone else has.”

“I’ll be okay sweetheart. Next time.”

She shakes her head. “You deserve to cum. Please, let me be the one who makes you.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please?”

Having an absurdly hot woman naked in his lap begging to make him cum is not something Chan was ever taught to resist, so despite his slight worries about her enjoyment, he finds himself agreeing.

“How do you want me baby?” she whispers in his ear.

A brilliant idea pops into his head when he hears someone let out a strangled moan. “Do you have the strength to ride?”

She nods. She’ll do almost anything to make him cum, even as her muscles ache in protest.

“Turn around.”

She shifts in his lap and does as asked, turning to face the other members, who’s attention is torn between her and Chan and Han and Felix. Their STAY also can’t help but watch as Han guides Felix’s head along his cock, his finger tangled in blonde hair as Lee Know observes, lazily stroking his revitalized erection. It takes Chan squeezing her thigh to remind her that she’s got her own man to please right now.

“Come on baby… Don’t get distracted now…” Chan murmurs, lifting her up to help her get him back inside of her.

Shivers run down her spine as he slowly reinvades her insides. She lets out a sigh of pleasure and sinks down at an unhurried pace to enjoy the feel of his skin rubbing against hers. She clenches around him to help her memorise where the smooth hardness and the angry veins meet- she wants to know the slight differences in him when he’s so close, what it’s like to get him off without his help, what he’ll feel like when he cums and what he’ll sound like calling her name-

With those thoughts fueling her, she begins bouncing and rolling her hips smoothly, listening for his reactions to know what he likes. With both of her hands on his bare thighs to help support herself, she has no free hand to pleasure her clit, but she doesn't mind- she's cum plenty tonight. She briefly closes her eyes to enjoy the cock inside of her, only opening them when she feels cool hands brushing her inner thigh. Her eyes fly open to find Hyunjin kneeling in front of the armchair, in between her legs and his leader’s, with a sparkle in his eye.

“We can't have your poor clit being neglected now, can we?” he smirks before leaning in and pressing his tongue into the beyond sensitive bundle.

He scoots closer to them while (Y/N) continues doing her best to keep her pace, only to moan when Chan's hands fly to her boobs as a way to cope when his junior’s warm tongue grazes his cock.

“Ah, fuck~” they both whimper at the same time.

Very quickly, the pleasure becomes too much for her. Chan's dick feels delicious and heavenly and Hyunjin’s tongue feels like sin itself despite his angelic face. Her loud moans quickly turn into those highly anticipated screams that the boys seem to covet and she calls out the duo's name like gods she's begging for mercy. She's not sure how her legs don't give out when she's fucked way past fucked out and she starts begging Chan to cum while overstimulation makes her eyes water.

Unbeknownst to her, he's actually fighting the urge when he probably could have right when he was first inside her. He wants to see how far she can be pushed and honestly, now he also doesn't want the smooth tongue that occasionally catches the base of his cock to end either.

Seungmin eventually decides that the noise is too much and walks over to the three people. He gently grabs (Y/N)’s face and turns her head to the side while her mouth remains wide open due to the pleasure. Her eyes flutter open, but she doesn't even have time to process before there's a cock in her mouth. She does her best to suck him off to the best of her ability, but she genuinely can't think straight as Chan gets rougher, his hands falling into her waist to make her move faster up and down his length. She moans around Seungmin’s dick and his eyes roll back as he too begins relentlessly face fucking her. She managed to somehow catch breaths in between, but let them out in moans and muffled screams.

“Now be a good girl and let our leader cum inside of you baby,” Seungmin taunts through clenched teeth.

Chan cums almost right after the sentence leaves his mouth, but Hyunjin's tongue doesn't stop its assault and Seungmin keeps thrusting into her mouth until he's cumming down her throat and then pulling out to let the rest spill onto her breasts.

“Stop! Please stop!" she cries as she places a hand on Hyunjin's head.

He immediately pulls away, concern written all over his face when he notices the tears.

“Are you-”

“Too much. Too much. I can't- take. Anymore. Please.”

He smiles and nods before getting to his feet and running to grab a towel to clean her up.

“Are you okay?" Seungmin asks while cupping her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No no… Just too much.”

“Do you want to shower?" Chan pants behind her.

She nods, so Seungmin says, “I'll start one.”

“Thank you,” she blushes.

Chan shifts underneath her. “Do you need help standing, sweetheart?”

She tries to lift herself before signing and quietly accepting help. Chan's slow and gentle while pulling out of her, but feeling him drag against her walls almost makes her want to sink back down. (Y/N) then wonders if she has actually been fucked stupid.

She needs his help up the stairs too, her muscles absolutely exhausted and her legs sore as hell, but her pride makes her refuse help in the shower. If she's gonna choose to fuck eight different men, then she's gonna shower alone to enjoy her sore body. It's odd how the mild pain is actually kind of yummy- it make her remember the hands against her skin, the cocks fucking into her, the tongues on her clit- she's excited to recover and do it all over again.

Chan's waiting in their shared room with comfortable pjs on her bed for her and the offer of even more comfortable arms if she wants them. She takes the underwear and forgoes the pyjamas in favour of an almost naked Chan snuggled into her back. It's nice like this- natural almost. They’re all gonna have a lot of post-nut clarity tomorrow along with some serious discussions and she’s gonna be sore as fuck, but damn, these guys… they’re worth it.

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