#ugh they’re just so fucking perfect

[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

It was extremely sexy of Percy to remember Nico after Hera wiped his memory.

[frnkiebby]

pretty little sewer rats~🎃

[calciferstims]

tiktokers be like “I am going to create the most beautiful, relaxing, aesthetically pleasing video ever, with gorgeous lighting, and deeply satisfying content”. …….. “and then I’m going to cut the video fifty thousand times in thirty seconds-”

[nateezfics]

Leaving this here and running away like the menace I am.

you just leave me in ruins like this huh 🥲

[bibleofficial]

i was literally crying more than my auntie at her only child’s wedding like ‘i never thought id live to see the day’ as if im fucking 75

[quarterlifekitty]

hii

can I ask for more scent kink soap? ugh just something about that nasty nasty man GETS me.

So first of all this is inspired by this post that I’m fucking obsessed with so. Omegaverse be upon ye

Freak Soap who finds a pair of used panties on the floor of the communal laundry room in his flat building. So, like the animal he is, he lifts it to his face to sniff.

And like. He’s never really believed in being able to smell someone and just know that they’re a perfect match. Like, that’s nonsense. But right now? If he had a tail it’d be thumping. Like, he whines when he pushes the gusset of your panties right up to his nose, that’s how amazing it smells to him.

He ends up waiting in the laundry room all night to see if the owner will show. No luck. Sulks back to his flat, keeps the panties bunched up in his face while he fists his cock more than a few times.

Every so often he’ll catch little whiffs of it. It’s actually a very subtle scent— it’s probably why he’s never noticed, not till it was concentrated in that slick-soaked fabric. Sort of like how there are some things you’d never find unless you already knew what they looked like. People tell all kinds of stories about scents. That their mates smelled of bergamot and lemongrass, teakwood and honeycomb candy, peppermint and vanilla— all sorts of bath and bodyworks style shite. God knows he’s heard the word petrichor enough for one lifetime.

Gaz told Soap that he smelled like salt and single malt whiskey. Also dirt, but they all smelled like dirt at the time.

This scent was fascinatingly, infuriatingly simple and yet it smelled like the embodiment of home, of comfort—

You smelled like wheat. Warm wheat. It wasn’t spicy, herbaceous, sweet, earthy. Just… wheat.

At the front door of the building. By the mail boxes. In the laundry room. Sometimes, in a cruel twist of fate— right by his own front door. Always weak— just traces. Never accompanied by the wearer. His unpredictable schedule of deployments and leave just make it harder to try to track.

Until one day he comes back. Long bloody mission, dragged through mud, run ragged. Just barely able to scrape through to the finish line before his rut started, thank god. And yet, he’s dreading it. That pair of panties has basically all but lost any traces of you, he’s had it and held it in desperation for so long.

When the lift door opens, he can feel his spine straighten in alert. Wheat. Abundant. Fertile. You’re so close, and so close to a heat.

He drops his duffel by his door as he loses the battle to think of anything but stuffing his knot in a soft, hot cunt. His cock is already painfully hard as the rut claws and pricks at his synapses, coiled and at the ready. But he doesn’t have to travel far.

The door across the hall from his.

He gets low to the ground, like he’s trying to squeeze himself under the door— trying to get closer and closer to the scent.

Knocking, introducing himself, and acting like a human being is far from the forefront of his mind. His first instinct is to jiggle the handle of the door, growling when he finds it locked.

His second instinct is to dig the picking tools from his duffle.

[seungfl0wer]

Bangchan As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩵

•He’s such a cute, giggly, bushy mess. He’s so giddy about everything.

•Finds everything you do just so damn cute.

•One of his favorite things is when you get to talking about something you love.

•The way you’re so excited about it just makes him smile while listing.

•The sparkle in your eyes just makes his heart do flips.

•Another thing he absolutely just melts at is you in his clothes.

•He finds it so cute and attractive just seeing you in his shirts/hoodies.

•The day he finds you all curled up in bed in his hoodie snuggling up to his pillow.

•Ugh man feels like his heart is on fire.

•He’s such a sweet Clingy man.

•Wants to always be touching you in some way.

•Is he slightly possessive or is he just doing loving boyfriend things?

•The answer is yes. Yes to both.

•He always has a hand on you. Either on your thigh, holding your hand, touching your arms. Anything.

•He’s very thoughtful.

•Remembers all the things you tell him.

•So when he’s traveling and sees your favorite animal, snack or favorite character in that one show you guys binge watched.

•He’s buying it for you.

•Speaking of buying things.

•Loves buying you both matching clothes.

•Finds it so adorable.

•He’s getting you both a whole wardrobe of couple outfits.

•Just loves showing you off.

•Talks non-stop about you.

•”y/n loves those!” “Omg those are y/ns faves!”

•“Y/n and I come here all the time” “y/n did this funny thing today”

•Plans out time for his schedule to make sure he has time to spend with you.

•Does in fact cry when he’s away from you for too long.

•He gets you to wear one of his hoodies for a while before leaving so he can snuggle it.

•Also cries into that.

•He’s just so head over heels for you it hurts being away for so long.

•When he does eventually come home.

•He’s all over you.

•You’re not leaving his sight for at least a week straight.

•He’s gonna be glued to you.

•Arms wrapped around you.

•Telling you how much he missed you. How much he wants to take you to the places he was.

•Giving you all the things he found for you.

•Also apologizing for leaving you for so long.

•Which you always playfully smack him telling him

•“I don’t mind, I knew when we started dating this would happen. At least at the end of everything you come back to me.”

•Your words always bringing tears to his eyes.

•Mans has a whole folder of songs he’s made for you.

•There’s some he’s shown you but a lot are special.

•For special occasions like birthdays/anniversaries.

•He also has a whole folder of pictures/videos of you.

•A lot. A LOT. Of unflattering ones.

•Has those saved in a special folder so you can’t delete them.

•He thinks they’re cute but you think they’d be perfect blackmail material.

•He really enjoys your input on things.

•Music, style, life. He really likes to hear what you have to say.

•Always checks up on you, just simple “did you eat today?” Or “Did you drink water?”

•Sends the sweetest good morning texts

•And you know something?

•The spark yall have never dies.

•The longer you date, the more he knows he’s gonna marry you.

•He falls more and more in love with you every day.

•Truly heart eyes for you constantly.

•Chan is really just the best, he’s so caring, compassionate and just.. the man you want forever with.

•And nothing would make you happier than to spend that forever with him.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•As loving as he is normally that transfers to love making.

•And that’s what it is.

•Love making.

•He’s so sensational, and passionate.

•You both definitely sit down and talk about what you both like.

•Chan always wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

•But god does he just lose control sometimes.

•His mind goes as he’s fucking you.

•He looks like a dog with his tongue basically hanging out.

•The noises he makes are so hot-

•This man’s vocal on a daily you think he’s not in bed?

•If he’s not making noises he’s talking.

•Big into talking.

•”Baby, you feel so good” “ah you’re taking me so good”

•”My love your milking my cock-“ “you’re so good for me baby”

•Ugh-

•Definitely loves interlocking hands.

•He can get a little rough sometimes.

•Spanking, Choking, hair pulling, probably has a daddy kink.

•I said what I said.

•We all know he does-

•He’s such a softy though.

•Soft dom for sure

•Always. Always makes sure you cum.

•You could have been an absolute brat.

•And yeah he’s gonna punish you but honestly.

•He’s gonna let you cum.

•Even if he says he won’t.

•He will.

•He always does.

•Also listen-

•This man’s going down on you often.

•So often.

•He just can’t get over how you sound.

•Can’t get over how you look when his tongue is lapping at your hole.

•Really just drives him crazy.

•So much aftercare. Ugh dude-

•Cleans you up, cuddles you, gets you a snack and a drink.

•”You did so well baby” “it’s ok baby I’m here I’m not going anywhere ever. I love you”

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[alachii]

최치열 really said do y’all need a malnourished pathetic wet cat of a 주인공 and made him the most lovable character ever

[defmaybe]

Pegging & Penetration

IVE’s Jang Wonyoung & Kim Gaeul x Male Reader

1.1k words

Prequel to Pegging & Penetration: Part II

A/N: Thanks to @capslocked for the idea lmao. Also, this is my last work before the finals, I promise.

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The sound of plastic cocks filling holes—two of each, to be exact—echoes through the room. You find yourself naked on the bed, on all fours. Your rear is being rammed by Gaeul’s phallus, while your mouth, breathlessly, is being used by Wonyoung.

“Yes, yes, bitch boy–” Gaeul gives your ass a slap, and you moan into Wonyoung’s strap in response “–just take my cock like that.”

“Look at me while you’re sucking my cock, slut,” says Wonyoung. You immediately comply, looking up to see that gorgeous face and her naked body. Your neck strains‌ a little.

You absolutely adore the way these two are treating you—like a toy made to be used just for their twisted pleasures. Your tears are running down your cheeks from Wonyoung’s cock, constantly hitting the back of your throat with no relent. Your jaw is all tired from taking in Wonyoung’s length, drooling on her shaft, but you won’t complain. Being a submissive bitch boy is what you’re made for, and you’d pay fortunes to do this, even if it’s just a second.

Your ass is all gaped at this point. Gaeul fucks you hard, too hard. The tip of her cock hits your prostate repeatedly, sending shockwaves through your body over and over. Her nails dig into your waist for a hold. She wants her bitch boy to take in her hardness fully. You can hear her ragged breathing from all of that plowing into your tight ass. She fucking loves this.

Sweat runs down from your forehead, mixing with your drool on the bedsheets. It’s merely an inconvenience to have dirty laundry for those poor staff to take care of. Everybody knows this, they just don’t dare to intervene. Gaeul and Wonyoung always do this. They love the complete domination of men who are willing to be their bitch boys. Either it would be draining them dry, or penetrate their rear hole into oblivion. Having men scream ‘daddy’ for them is like a drug for these two.

“You love this, huh?” asks Gaeul, sternly.

You can only sheepishly nod, with your mouth stuffed by Wonyoung’s phallus. The pleasure from this is unreal, having two naked women plowing your two holes for fun. You love to submit to them. You love having your prostate stimulated. It’s so fucking ecstatic.

The story of how you three met is never a secret: you’re a Starship Entertainment employee, they’re also Starship Entertainment employees. You happen to have a cute face, slutty waist, and nice ass (all are their words). With proximity and all, it's a perfect recipe for a rendezvous within IVE’s dorm. Jiwon and Yujin aren’t going to complain. They wear earmuffs every night.

“Do you think Rei would like him, Gaeul?” Wonyoung asks, hips rolling back and forth to push her cock in and out of your mouth. Her hands grip onto your head tightly, not wanting to lose her hole.

“I think she’s more of a vanilla type,” Gaeul answers. Her nails are still latching onto your wide hips tightly. “You know, cock in cunt, missionary type. She probably wouldn’t enjoy plowing his ass like this, right?”

Wonyoung lets out a short exhale, amused by her friend’s choice of accenting specific words. Her cock is still ravaging your mouth relentlessly. She’s revelling in fucking your throat, judging from the sadistic smile on her face. It’s predatory, and you’re the willing prey for her.

Suddenly, Gaeul presses you into lying on your stomach. Your mouth is dragged off Wonyoung’s cock temporarily.

“Hey, I was fucking his mouth!”

“I’ll fucking make him cum. Watch me.”

Gaeul strokes become even more violent. You can hear her deep moans from behind. Your moans grow even higher as she plows your ass with unbridled aggression.

“Ugh, let me have this, Gaeul.”

“Just fucking lift his chin up. I’m sure he’ll follow you, right, bitch boy?” Gaeul asks.

“Y–Yes–ngh, d–daddy,” you reply.

Wonyoung lets out a deep sigh, before grabbing your chin, making a short eye contact with you. You have to admit that you’re a bit lost in her eyes as she does so. Your eyes roam over her bare body for a split-second before she forces her drool-smeared cock into your dirty mouth. Your holes are filled again. Your breaths are stolen.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Gaeul says.

“Just–Just fuck his ass, Gaeul.”

Again, you’re revelling in the way you’re being used like this. Your ass is being spread open by Gaeul’s throbbing length without any care. You feel the ridges of her cock grazing your inner walls, eliciting wails and wails out of you onto Wonyoung’s hardness. Your cock twitches between the mattress and your stomach. You can feel the pain jolting through your waist, but it’s like you’d care right now. 

Your mouth is being forced open by Wonyoung’s cock, ravaging the hole with unbridled roughness. You see her pert breasts heaving with each rolling of her hips. God, you’re so happy being used and abused by two women.

Gaeul grabs your throat, robbing the already-scarce air from you. You can barely breathe, and you’re so damn ecstatic about it. The sensations within your walls only grow. You can feel your orgasm coming in close. It’s there. It’s there.

“D–Daddy,” you say, muffled into Wonyoung’s cock.

“What, gonna cum, slut?” Wonyoung asks, plunging her length into your mouth even faster.

You can only nod, not having any energy to say a thing, only moans and whimpers.

“Should we let him cum, Gaeul?”

Gaeul chuckles, still plowing her cock into your tightness with unmatched violence. “Sure, if you want, Wonyoung.”

“Cum then, bitch boy, cum for us.”

You give in. Cum leaks out of your cock through the slit onto the bedsheets, all while still having your holes filled by the two women. Your body shakes and writhes erratically. Your eyes flutter in rapture. You’re struggling to grip on any purchase on the bed. Gaeul slows down, finally, so does Wonyoung, before they’d pull their lengths out of your abused holes. Your frame shrieks again in sensitivity.

“D–Daddy,” you moan out. “That felt so good, daddy.”

You hear Gaeul chuckle from behind as Wonyoung smiles. “Alright, bitch boy, let’s go to the shower. Perhaps you might be sucking my cock instead while Wonyoung, well, spread that cute ass of yours open.”

“Y–Yes, daddy.”

—

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ farmhand!mingyu x farmer's daughter!reader

note ✭ this is very much inspired by the mingyu pictured above. (also i don't mention it explicitly, but girly's family is lowkey rich)

synopsis ✭ when your dad hires a hot new farm hand, you can't keep your hands off of him.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ mdni)

word count ✭ 2.9k

warnings ✭ smut, mingyu and reader are horny af, outside sex (no one else sees them though), no prep, overall horny shenanigans i guess 🤷‍♀️, alcohol consumption, tipsy sex (they're not depicted as drunk, but they did have a couple drinks)

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Every time your father hired a new farmhand, they were always the same. While they never disappointed in the build department (they were always jacked, but that was kind of a requirement of the job), but they all looked identical. They wore the same brown scuffed boots. They had their hair in the same floppy cut with the same dirty blonde color. 

For a couple of summers through your teens, it had been fun. Your father would hire him after the final school bell rang for the summer. You’d introduce yourself to him when your father was nowhere in sight, and you’d spend the rest of the summer sneaking around with him and having your fun. When summer finally ended and school began, you’d bid him farewell and never speak to him again, and your father was none the wiser.

And it was fun! The first two times. Then every summer turned the same, and every single farm hand looked indistinguishable from the last with no discernible personality whatsoever. 

So, having just finished your second year of university, you were expecting more of the same. You’d have a gander, but you certainly weren’t expecting much from whoever your dad decided to hire this summer. 

“God, why couldn’t you have invited me to stay over at your house this summer? I’d take whatever hunk your dad decided to keep,” your best friend from school, Jennifer, whined over the phone as you pulled your car up the long driveway to your house.

“I did invite you, but you’re spending you’re leaving today for Spain, remember?”

“Yes, but y/n!” she whined again, “I need more muscly men in my life. This would be the perfect opportunity.”

“You’re gonna be in Spain for two months. I’m sure you’ll find at least one man muscular enough to fit your standard.”

“Yeah, whatever. You better have fun with this man without me.”

“Like I told you earlier, they’re so fucking boring. It’s not gonna happen.”

You put your car in park and began to gather up your purse and phone when you glanced up out the windshield to see probably the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life walking out your front door and toward your car. It was as if your severe doubts had summoned him.

Ever the chatterbox, Jennifer kept talking, “Well I’m just saying maybe you should keep an open mind. You never know what could happen. One magical night in the woods and you could be locked down for life. It’s just–”

“Jennie shut the fuck up.”

“Woah,” she seemed mildly offended, “sorry?”

“He’s hot Jennie. Like really hot. Not even a ten. Probably a twelve.”

“Ugh, you lucky bitch! I told you to keep an open mind,” you could hear her mother yelling at her in the background, “Oh shit. Girl, I have to go, but send pics! Please! I need to see the hunk you’re railing this summer.”

“Yeah, of course,” you mumbled while she hung up on you.

This man was really throwing you for a loop. Just based on appearance alone you could tell he was not the type of guy your dad usually hired. First and foremost, he was massive. Well over 6 feet tall and far more muscular than any guy you’d ever seen (and that was saying something), and the skin-tight black t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide it. His hair was dark and cropped, a far cry from the endless supply of shaggy blonde hairstyles you’d seen over the years. 

The cherry on top was when, after watching you stumble out of the car, he’d asked, “Where’s your luggage? I thought I’d help you carry it inside.”

“Oh,” you let out an awkward laugh, “It’s in the trunk. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he followed you around the back of your car and popped open the trunk, “I’m Mingyu by the way.” He stuck out a hand for you to shake it.

You grabbed the hand and he shook it with a firm squeeze. Holy fuck he has nice hands. “Y/n. It’s great to meet you Mingyu.”

There was no hiding the way you gawked at the way his muscles flexed when he carried your stuff inside.

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The idea of returning to your old ways was honestly exciting for you. Last night over Facetime Jennifer had gotten the whole rundown of your brief interaction with Mingyu. You fawned over his muscles, his cute lisp and the way he’d been such a gentleman to help you carry your luggage after what you assumed was a long day of work. 

She’d found his Instagram of course and found out that he was indeed just as attractive as you’d described (and he had cute friends too). 

This morning you felt more than ready to kick off what you predicted to be a great summer. And you weren’t starting slow either. You knew the routine of your father’s farmhands enough to know that Mingyu would start the day mowing the lawn around your house. He’d usually start later on Saturdays (today), too. Meaning that if you got out there by 10 am, he’d probably still be working his way around the lawn. Hopeful by the pool.

Which, by complete coincidence, is where you were. Laid out in your favorite bikini by the water. The dark sunglasses covering your eyes meant that your eyes were completely hidden, but it was obvious where you were looking. 

Not far from the pool, you could see Mingyu pushing the lawn mower through the grass of your backyard. The tight black t-shirt from yesterday was no more. Instead, he wore a white tank top that left his arms completely exposed. He glanced over at you a couple of times, but he never let his gaze linger long enough for you.

You watched him from your laid-out position in your pool chair for a good fifteen minutes before he disappeared into the shed, presumably to put the lawnmower away. While he was inside, you took a moment to stand and dip your toes in the water thoroughly enjoying the coolness of the water. It was nice, you had to admit, but you’d have to save that for later because, while you were distracted by the water, Mingyu had made his way to the fence that separated your pool from the rest of the yard. 

It was only when he cleared his throat that you noticed him standing there, leaning against the fence smiling at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Do you normally spend your mornings checking out your dad’s employees?” God his voice.

You stepped out of the pool, “Only when I think they’re worth my time.” You slid your sunglasses off your face and onto the top of your head as you approached the fence where Mingyu was standing.

“Charming. I’m assuming he hasn’t the slightest idea what you get up to, then?”

You laughed, “Of course not. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“So…” you brushed his forearm with the tips of your fingers, “What time do you get done?” You knew the answer of course, but it felt polite to ask.

“Seven thirty. Why? Hoping to get me alone?” He smirked

“I wouldn’t mind it.” You bit your lip as you no-so-subtly checked him out for the millionth time, “Meet me behind the shed at seven forty-five, ok? Don’t be late. I’ll bring booze.”

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Part of you wondered if he’d be there when you snuck out of your house at eight-fifteen. Yes, you were late, but that was part of the game. Your parents always went to bed early, and you were an adult. So getting out of the house unnoticed was no issue at all. If your dad noticed the six-pack missing from the garage fridge, you could just tell him you drank it or you could feign complete innocence. 

The weather was still warm despite it being completely dark outside, so your athletic shorts and oversized tee did just fine. You’d contemplated wearing a skirt but ultimately decided against it because you didn’t want him to think you’d give it up that easily. Even though you were already struggling greatly to contain your excitement.

He could hear the clinking of the glass beer bottles as you made your way to the shed through the freshly cut yard. As much as Mingyu would love to deny it, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since this morning. Something about the way you were laid out in the sun this morning had left a permanent imprint on his mind. The secrecy of the situation was also incredibly appealing. It turned him on more than he’d like to admit, messing around with his boss’s incredibly hot daughter.

Mingyu wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were taking your sweet time on purpose. You’d made him wait half an hour just to see if he’d wait around for you that long. You wanted to see how bad he wanted it, and clearly, he wanted it pretty bad because you found him sitting on the bench behind the shed staring up at the stars.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

He laughed, “Sure you are.” He held out a hand.

You passed him a bottle as you sat down next to him.

“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind, but it seems you just enjoy the idea of making people wait for you.”

“Maybe,” you turned so your knees just barely brushed his thigh, “But you waited for me didn’t you?”

“Hey, maybe I just wanted free beer.” He gestured to the bottle in his hand.

“I know for a fact my dad pays you enough for you to afford your own beer.”

He laughed and leaned his head back against the shed, giving you a full view of his neck. You couldn’t help but imagine kissing his neck, leaving plenty of marks in your wake. “He sure does. It’s one of the many benefits.”

“What else do you like about the job?” You were genuinely curious about what was so appealing about doing nothing but manual labor for an entire summer. Even if the paycheck was really good.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Gets me off my ass. Gives me something to do with my hands.”

“Oh? You good with your hands?”

“You just don’t let up do you?” He really did enjoy how insistent you were despite your attempts to make him pine after you by making him wait for you so long. 

“Not unless I’m asked to.”

You ended up talking with Mingyu for two hours. The two of you drank and talked about your lives, school, home, past flings, and relationships. By the time you two of you had finished off the six-pack you’d brought out, you felt as if you’d been out there forever. 

At some point, you’d put your legs over his lap. He caressed one of your calves with one hand while you played with the fingers of his other hand.

As much as you’d enjoyed this little conversation, the more you drank, the hotter he got, and you were hardly holding it together anymore. With every move of his hand on your calf, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

You took the hand that was already in yours and placed it on your cheek, “Mingyu…” you whined looking up at him.

“What, baby?” his thumb stroked your cheek.

You straddled his lap, sitting back on his thighs and moving down his neck and to his chest, “can we stop talking for a little bit?”

“Oh?” he questioned, lightly placing his hand on your lower back under your shirt, “What do you suppose we do instead?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked leaning further into him so that your chests were touching.

“You can do whatever you want, baby.”

That was all the confirmation you needed to lean completely into him and kiss him. The kiss was long and more passionate than any kiss you’d experienced from your past summer flings. His hands were on your ass, pulling you to hover over his crotch where you could obviously tell he was hard. And that would have made you smug if you hadn’t been sitting in your own arousal for at least an hour. 

You kissed down his neck just like you had previously imagined. He let out a deep moan with every mark and bite you made. You had failed to realize that one of his hands had left your ass until you felt a hand brush over your completely clothed pussy.

“Baby, as much as I love these cute little shorts, can I take them off of you?”

Nodding furiously, you leaned back, pulled yourself off of his lap and pulled off your shorts and shirt, setting them on the bench beside him. Of course, you weren’t wearing a bra, something Mingyu had noticed almost immediately when you’d sat down beside him. Before you made your way back to his lap, you reached for the hem of that stupid, useless white tank top that covered virtually nothing. You pulled it over his head with ease. 

“Wow–” you whispered.

He laughed and pulled you back into his lap, “As flattered as I am,” he ran a hand up your side, “I could say the same thing about you.”  

Before you could even think about how to respond Mingyu’s face was in your chest, feverishly placing kisses on your tits. He grabbed one with his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers.

You gripped onto his hair and moaned softly. Your hips rolled over his clothed dick multiple times before he finally shucked off his jeans which had become uncomfortably tight. 

“Can I please fuck you now?” he asked.

“Please,” you begged completely forgoing the chance to tease him for his politeness.

You pulled down the waistband of his boxers and grabbed him. Running a thumb over the tip, you pulled his cock out and pumped it a couple of times. “God, baby. You better hurry up.”

He slid your panties to the side and ran a finger between your folds, “you sure you don’t want me to prep you?”

You shook your head. So much for making him wait. “I’ll be ok. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He nodded and reached to grab a condom from his pocket. Of course, he’d come prepared. When he failed to open it fast enough, you snatched it out of his hands and ripped it open with your own teeth. You rolled it onto him after what felt like an agonizingly long amount of time. 

He positioned himself at your entrance and slid himself into you with relative ease. You threw your head back when he bottomed out. You covered your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself at least a little quiet. 

“F-fuck, Mingyu!”

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he grunted out, “I’m gonna need you to move, baby. Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded and gripped onto his shoulder. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he buried his face back in your chest, kissing and biting at your tits, collarbone, and neck. He left plenty of marks on your chest that were identical to the ones you’d left on his neck, maybe even darker. You had brought your own hand to your clit. Desperately trying to find your release. 

“Oh god Gyu, I’m so close,” you grabbed onto his hair.

He hissed from the stinging in his scalp, “Me too, angel, me too.” His face was in your neck when you’d finally reached your climax, and he followed immediately after.

You both sat there, chests heaving, for a couple of minutes, saying nothing.

“Wow,” was all he could say as he pulled you off his lap and helped you put your clothes back on, tossing the condom into the trash bin beside the bench. You made a mental note to take the trash out before your dad came out here tomorrow.

You laughed breathily, “You’re not so bad yourself.” 

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. Your hands found their way to his chest instinctively. “Can I see you tomorrow night?”

“Oh, was that not enough for you?”

“God, no, that was perfect. But I wanna take care of you for real next time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I have a truck,” he nodded toward the red pickup truck in your driveway, “I can drive it down to the creek. The bed of the truck is actually pretty comfy when you put blankets and pillows down.”

Laughing, you said, “You want to fuck me in the woods.” He shook his head, “I wanna eat you out in the woods.”

God, this was gonna be a fun summer.

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“Girl, what!? It’s only been a day?” Jennifer’s voice rang through the phone. “Was it good?’

“For outside bench sex? Yeah, it was great. We’re seeing each other tomorrow night.”

She groaned, “Ugh, you lucky bitch. I’m so jealous.”

“What? No Spanish hunks?”

She shook her head, “not yet. But I’m hopeful!” 

“Do you still want updates, or are you gonna explode from jealousy?”

“No! Please keep me updated. I’m living vicariously through you.”

You laughed, “God you’re insufferable.”

“I know!” She batted her eyelashes at you, “You will keep me updated though, right.”

“Of course, how could I not.”

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thank you for reading! i knocked this shit out in two days (and you can probably tell 👀), but i'm genuinely surprised with myself.

anyway hope you enjoyed. reblog and like if you did! love hearing your thoughts

mwah~

[d-z20]

The Witch's Plaything (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You come home from work late and your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness, doesn't take kindly to being kept waiting, so tonight she makes sure you understand exactly what that means, and she’s not stopping until you’re completely undone.

-OR-

Agatha punishes you for being late and then fucks you with her fingers (Darkhold edition).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with basically no plot, dom Agatha and her darkhold hands, humiliation/degradation, magical restraint, magical leashing if you squint, oral, fingering, choking. spitting, smidge of praise

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Listen mean!Agatha makes me weak and those fingers, ugh those fingers. Fic inspo

AO3 | Masterlist

You don’t even make it past the entryway before she catches your eye. Agatha is leaning against the wall, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in wild waves. Her robe clings to her in all the right places, the floral pattern on the fabric shimmering under the low lamplight. But it’s her fingers that draw you in, delicate yet commanding, wrapped in layers of dark magic. The way they curl, the way they twitch slightly, almost as if they’re yearning for something—or someone.

“Well, well,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Look who finally decided to come home.”

Her tone sends a shiver down your spine, and the way she tilts her head, slow and deliberate, has your stomach twisting. Her smirk grows as she pushes off the wall, sauntering toward you. The robe sways with her movements, teasing flashes of her bare skin underneath.

Her voice drops, her fingers trailing through the air like they could wrap themselves around you without ever touching. When she stops just shy of you, her hand lifts. The black nails gleam as they hover near your cheek, teasing, before they begin their slow descent down your neck, brushing against your skin with the gentleness of a whisper.

“I—I didn’t mean to be so late,” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” she cuts you off, her finger pressing softly to your lips. “Excuses won’t save you, my darling. Not tonight.”

She lowers her hand, and you feel the weight of her fingers as they curl into a firm grip around your wrist. The pressure sends a shock of heat through your body as she pulls you closer, her magic thrumming in the air. The door behind you clicks shut, and you feel the full force of her presence closing in.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” she says, her voice lower now, almost a growl. “Do you know how frustrating it’s been? No one here to help me... unwind.” She slides her hand from your wrist to your waist, her fingers splaying across your skin, dragging softly as though testing your response. Her touch is a promise, a warning—her hands possessive, but with the delicate precision of a conductor guiding an orchestra.

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening as she presses you against the wall, the heat from her body radiating against yours as her hands roam with purpose, fingers skating down your sides, lightly scraping the fabric of your clothes. The sensation leaves goosebumps in their wake, her touch just enough to have you holding your breath. Her fingertips dance over your waist, tugging at your top with an almost teasing slowness.

“Look at you,” she says, her tone shifting to something almost tender, though the edge of her frustration remains. “So sweet, so perfect. You drive me absolutely mad.” She traces the outline of your collarbone before slipping down, her touch maddening, never quite satisfying, as though it always promises more but never gives enough.

Her lips meet your neck, her teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver through your body. Her hands move downwards, the path of her fingers deliberate, as if they could sense every flutter of your heartbeat beneath your skin. She tugs at your clothes, and every brush of her hands feels amplified by the tension coiled between you, leaving you trembling as she works her way closer to the heat of your skin.

“Such a good little pet,” she murmurs against your skin, her voice laced with affection. “Always trying to please me. But tonight, my love, you’re going to take everything I give you.”

She pulls you tighter against her, her body pressing flush against yours. Her knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper. The pressure of her body against yours feels almost overwhelming, her fingers flexing around your waist as she forces you to submit to her.

Her smirk returns, sharp and triumphant, as she tilts your chin to meet her gaze. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purrs, her blue eyes blazing with intent. “We’re just getting started.”

She takes her time, being deliberately slow, letting her frustration fuel every touch and each kiss. Her magic dances along your skin, heightening every sensation until you’re trembling beneath her. She’s unrelenting, her dominance absolute, and yet there’s an undercurrent of care in everything she does—the way she murmurs soft praises, the way her hands never stray too far from your body.

“You’re mine,” she whispers, her voice like a promise, her lips ghosting over yours. “Every inch of you.”

She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her frustration finally giving way to something softer, though no less intense. Her hands trail lower, and the rest of the world melts away until there’s only her—the weight of her body, the heat of her touch, and the undeniable power she holds over you.

Before you can catch your breath, Agatha’s hands grip your wrist again, pulling you away from the wall. Her touch is commanding, and you don’t dare resist. She leads you into the living room, her pace unhurried but purposeful, and you know better than to speak. The air feels heavier with each step, her magic thrumming faintly around you like a leash as she drags you towards the couch.

She spins you around, pressing lightly on your shoulders, and you fall back onto the plush cushions with a soft gasp. Agatha stands over you, her figure framed by the flickering candlelight. The robe slips further off her shoulders, revealing more of the smooth skin and intricate purple lace beneath. Her smirk is wicked; her eyes darkened with hunger.

“Stay right there,” she commands, her voice a silky blend of sweetness and steel. She slides her hands to the belt of her robe, untying it with deliberate slowness, her movements agonisingly graceful. The fabric falls open, pooling at her elbows as she lets you drink in the sight of her.

“Like what you see, darling?” she teases, one perfectly arched brow lifting as she steps closer. You nod, unable to find the words, and her smile widens in satisfaction. “Good. Because I’ve been aching for you all day.”

Agatha straddles your lap without hesitation, her knees bracketing your thighs. The sheer weight of her against you sends a spark racing up your spine, and when her hands slide up your chest, her nails scraping just lightly enough to tease, you shudder beneath her.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” she says softly, her tone almost scolding, though her lips curl into a playful pout. “Do you have any idea how frustrating that is for me? To sit here, imagining all the ways I was going to make you pay for leaving me alone for so long?”

“I—I couldn’t help it,” you stammer, your voice shaky.

“Oh, I know, my sweet thing,” she interrupts, cupping your face in both hands. Her thumbs brush over your cheeks, a fleeting moment of tenderness before she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “But I think you want to make it up to me, don’t you?”

You nod frantically, a soft whimper escaping your throat. She chuckles, low and throaty, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Good,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. “Because you’re going to. And you’re going to be so, so good for me.”

Her lips crash onto yours, silencing any reply you might have had. The kiss is searing, almost punishing, and you feel yourself melting into her touch. She presses closer, her hands sliding under your top, nails trailing over bare skin. When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, her eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and desire.

Her hands make quick work of your remaining clothes, and the heat in her gaze is almost overwhelming as she takes you in. She doesn’t waste a moment, shifting her weight as her magic flares faintly in the room. You feel it ripple across your skin, amplifying every sensation until you’re trembling beneath her.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” she murmurs, her lips quirking into a smirk as she begins to move, her hips rolling against yours with agonising slowness. Her hands grip your wrists, pinning them to the couch, and she leans down, her lips brushing over your collarbone.

You’re gasping now; every movement, every touch sending shocks through your system. Agatha’s magic lingers in the air, amplifying everything—each brush of her fingertips, each shift of her body against yours, every low, breathy moan that slips past her lips. Her frustration is palpable, woven into every deliberate motion as she moves against you, her dominance absolute.

But just as your body begins to rise to meet hers, desperate for more, she suddenly stops. Her hips still, her hands pulling away, leaving you trembling beneath her.

“Ah, ah,” she tuts, her voice low and teasing as her magic pulses faintly, holding you firmly in place. Her smirk is wicked as she sits back, the sheer lace of her lingerie leaving nothing to the imagination. The floral patterns barely cover her skin, and the flickering candlelight dances across her curves. She looks like a vision—powerful, untouchable, and entirely in control.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easily, did you?” she asks, tilting her head as her fingers trail along your jaw, a deceptively soft gesture. “You made me wait for so long, leaving me here all alone, knowing how badly I needed you.”

“It—it was my boss, he—" you stammer, your voice weak and trembling, but her sharp gaze cuts you off before you can finish.

“Excuses,” she says simply, shaking her head. Her hand moves to your throat, her grip firm yet careful, her thumb pressing gently against your pulse. “No. You don’t get to explain yourself tonight. Tonight, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

Her magic sparks faintly around her, a shimmering, tangible presence that tightens the air in the room. She leans down, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear as she whispers, “And you’re going to learn that lateness has consequences.”

Before you can respond, she pulls away, her absence a cruel tease as she rises to her feet. Her magic holds you still, your body humming with unfulfilled need, as she takes a step back, surveying you with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

“Sit there,” she commands, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “And watch.”

She doesn’t wait for your response. Her hands slide over her own body, tracing the delicate lace of her lingerie as her eyes stay locked on yours. Every movement is deliberate—the shift of her hips, the toss of her hair—all designed to draw you further into her web. You feel your breathing quicken, your body aching to reach for her, but the invisible bonds of her magic keep your hands firmly at your sides.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” she asks, her lips curling into a smirk as she reads the desperation in your gaze. “Poor thing. So eager, so needy. But no. Not yet.”

She struts closer, her fingers ghosting over your cheek before trailing down your chest. The light scrape of her nails against your skin sends a shiver racing through you, and she chuckles softly, the sound both amused and wicked.

“This is what happens when you make me wait,” she says, her tone almost playful, though her intent is anything but. “You get to sit there, helpless, watching me pleasure myself. And you don’t get to touch, not until I say so.”

Her hands glide over her own curves, her touch slow and teasing as her magic keeps you pinned in place. Your breath hitches as she leans in, her lips hovering just inches from yours. You can feel her breath, warm and tantalising, but she doesn’t close the distance.

“Does it frustrate you?” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with power. “To be so close yet so far? To want me so badly and know that you’re entirely at my mercy?”

You nod frantically, your pulse racing as you try to lean forward, to close even the smallest bit of distance between you. But her magic holds you steady, and she laughs softly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

“Good,” she purrs, her voice dripping with delight. “I want you frustrated. I want you to feel just a fraction of what I felt, waiting for you all day.”

Her fingers trail along your collarbone, then down to your waist before stopping abruptly. Her smirk deepens as she pulls away again, her hands resting on her hips as she tilts her head.

“Do you think you deserve to be rewarded after coming back so late?” She asks, her tone mockingly sweet. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to touch me, to even breathe the same air as me after today?”

You shake your head, your voice catching in your throat as you whisper, “No.”

“That’s right,” she says, her smile sharpening. “You haven’t. And you won’t—not until I’ve decided you’ve learnt your lesson.”

Agatha’s smirk sharpens as she shifts, moving with a predator’s grace. In one smooth motion, she straddles you again, settling into your lap. The weight of her against you is dizzying, and her magic thrums faintly in the air, heightening the tension that crackles between you.

She slips her robe off completely, leaving her completely bare except for her lingerie—delicate and sheer. Her hands capture your attention once more—the long, delicate fingers stained faintly black by the Darkhold’s corruption, the inky tendrils curling along her skin like forbidden whispers.

She notices your gaze, her smirk widening as she raises one hand, turning it slowly, the candlelight catching on the glossy black stains. “Ah, these,” she murmurs, flexing her fingers, the dark marks seeming to ripple faintly, almost alive. “A reminder of everything I’ve done. Of everything I’m capable of.”

Her voice lowers, rich and honeyed, as she leans closer, her lips brushing against yours. “And tonight, my sweet, you’re going to feel every bit of that power.”

Without breaking eye contact, her hand trails downward, slipping between her legs. Your breath catches as her fingers disappear beneath the sheer lace. She exhales softly, her head tipping back just slightly, the tiniest shiver running through her as her fingers begin to move. She shifts her hips slightly, pressing herself closer to your lap as her other hand grips your shoulder for balance.

You’re completely trapped beneath her, unable to look anywhere but at her—her sharp, hungry gaze, the subtle flush blooming across her chest, the way her fingers work against herself.

The air is filled with the sounds of her pleasure: the soft, slick noise of her movements, the quiet hitch of her breath, the rustle of lace against her skin. Her magic buzzes faintly around her, a hum of energy that seems to make everything sharper and more intense.

“Look at you,” she purrs, her voice thick with amusement as her eyes flick down to meet yours. “So eager. So desperate. And yet, all you can do is watch.”

Her words are a taunt, but you don’t dare look away. The sight of her—the way her body moves against her own hand, the way her lips part with quiet, breathy moans—is almost too much to bear.

Her movements become more urgent, her breath hitching as the tension builds within her. Agatha's back arches slightly, her head tipping back as a low, guttural moan escapes her lips. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, and she shudders, her body trembling as the wave of her orgasm overtakes her, her fingers stilling against herself as she rides out the peak of her pleasure.

She withdraws her hand, her movements slow and deliberate. The inky hue of her fingers catches the light, glistening with the unmistakable sheen of her cum. She holds them up between you, her smirk widening as she tilts her hand just slightly, letting you see every detail.

“Open,” she commands, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your lips part automatically, and she leans in, her free hand gripping the back of your neck as her fingers press against your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating, and it sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through your body.

Her eyes stay locked on yours, blazing with satisfaction as her fingers press against your tongue. She moves them slowly, deliberately, making sure you take in every drop. “That’s it,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of praise and dominance. “Such an obedient little pet. Taking exactly what I give you.”

Her fingers slide free, leaving a trail of warmth across your lips. She traces them with the pad of her thumb, her movements slow and teasing, before pulling back slightly. Her posture remains dominant, her knees digging into the couch on either side of you, her body still heavy against yours.

She watches you for a moment longer, her expression softening just enough to show a flicker of approval beneath her smirk. “Do you understand now, my darling?” she asks, her voice low and commanding. “This is what happens when you make me wait.”

You nod wordlessly, your body trembling beneath her, the weight of her gaze pressing down on you as her words sink in. The heat of her body against yours, the intoxicating mix of cruelty and approval in her voice, and the way her touch lingers like a spark—it all floods your senses, leaving you reeling. You can’t stop the rush of arousal pooling low in your core; the ache is almost unbearable. Every nerve in your body screams for her; the shame of how utterly turned on you are only fuelling the fire.

She chuckles softly, the sound dripping with amusement, her fingers brushing against your jaw as she tilts your chin up. Her blue eyes blaze with satisfaction, taking in every twitch of your trembling body as if you’re a masterpiece she’s sculpted herself.

Agatha’s smirk deepens as she slides off your lap with a fluid grace, her fingers wrapping firmly around your forearms tuggin you up. But then her eyes flick down to the cushion beneath you, and her grin turns wicked. “Oh, look at this,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mock concern as she traces a finger along the damp spot. “You’ve made quite the mess, haven’t you?” She tilts her head, her eyes full of amusement and something sharper.

Your breath catches, and you squirm under her gaze, the heat rushing to your face as your pulse pounds in your ears. The embarrassment mingles with the relentless arousal coursing through you, leaving your knees weak and trembling. The blood rushes from your head straight to your core, leaving you light-headed and dizzy with need.

Before you can even attempt to stammer out an excuse, she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Pathetic,” she murmurs, her tone deliciously cruel. “That’s another thing I’m going to have to punish you for.”

Her grip tightens, and she steps back just enough to draw you toward the hallway. “Bedroom. Now,” she commands, her voice soft but laced with steel. She doesn’t wait for a response—she never does. Instead, she turns sharply, dragging you along behind her. The cool air of the hallway contrasts sharply with the heat still radiating from your skin, and the sound of your footsteps echoes faintly as she leads you to the bedroom. The hum of her magic lingers in the air, almost tangible, wrapping around you like a leash, unrelenting and intoxicating.

When the door swings open, it reveals the space bathed in the soft, flickering glow of more candles. Shadows dance along the walls, the air thick with the scent of amber and something darker—something distinctly Agatha. The bed dominates the room, its dark, silken sheets looking both inviting and foreboding.

Agatha releases your wrist, but before you can process the change, she’s behind you, her hands sliding down your arms, her breath warm against your neck. “Do you see that?” she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear as she gestures to the bed. “That’s where you’ll be begging me before the night is through.”

She steps back just enough to nudge you forward, her hand pressing firmly against the small of your back. You stumble toward the bed, your legs weak beneath you, but she doesn’t let you fall. Her magic wraps around you like an invisible leash, holding you steady as she circles you like a predator.

Her fingers trail along your spine, her touch light and maddeningly slow. “Kneel,” she commands, her voice low and commanding. You drop to your knees instinctively, the plush rug beneath you soft against your skin. Agatha steps in front of you, her body framed by the flickering candlelight, and you can feel the weight of her gaze as she looks down at you.

“You look so good on your knees,” she says, her tone shifting slightly, though the edge of her dominance remains. Her hand moves to your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “But good isn’t enough. I want you perfect. I want you wrecked.”

Her thumb brushes against your lips, coaxing them apart, and without a second thought, your mouth opens for her. The instinct to obey is so ingrained now that you don’t hesitate, and when she presses her thumb past your lips, you suck on it greedily, the taste of her skin grounding you in the moment.

“Good,” she purrs, her voice laced with approval as she watches you. Her eyes glint with satisfaction, but there’s a sharper, hungrier edge beneath her praise. She tilts your chin up, holding your gaze as she pulls her thumb free and lets her other hand cup your jaw.

“Open wider,” she commands, and you comply, parting your lips as far as they’ll go. Without breaking eye contact, she spits into your mouth, the action deliberate and unhurried. “Swallow,” she says, and the heat in her tone leaves no room for disobedience. When you do, her smirk deepens.

“Stick out your tongue,” she orders next, and again, you obey, the vulnerability of the act making your pulse race. Agatha hums in approval, leaning her body in close enough that your breath fans over her clit, eliciting a small moan from the witch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she shifts forward, using your outstretched tongue to fuck herself. Her soft, teasing moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of your own ragged breaths as you watch her climax once again.

“Such a good pet,” she murmurs, the praise warm and biting all at once. “You know exactly how to please me.”

When she pulls away, you barely have time to miss her before she’s behind you, her hands finding their way to your throat. Her grip is firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of who’s in control. “Look,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as her free hand gestures toward the mirror in front of you. “Watch yourself. Watch what you become for me.”

Your eyes dart to the reflection, catching sight of your flushed face covered in her arousal and her poised figure behind you; the contrast is stark and undeniable. Her fingers tighten around your neck as her other hand slides down, slipping between your thighs without hesitation. You gasp at the intrusion, her fingers pressing into you with deliberate precision, but her grip on your throat holds you in place.

“Move,” she orders, her voice a low growl. “I want to feel how much you want this.”

Your hips jerk instinctively, seeking more of the maddening sensation, but it remains just shy of what you need to fall over the edge. Each thrust of your body meets the resistance of her touch, the pleasure building but refusing to crest.

“Don’t close your eyes,” she snaps, her tone cutting through the haze threatening to consume you. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snap open, finding hers in the mirror. The intensity of her gaze is overwhelming, her blue eyes boring into you like a commandment. The sight of her blackened fingers against your skin in the reflection sends another surge of heat through your body. “Forget yourself,” she whispers, her fingers pressing deeper, her magic pulsing faintly against your skin. “Surrender to me.”

Her grip on your throat tightens just enough to draw your attention back to the moment, her lips curling into a possessive smile as you meet her eyes again. “Right now,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate whisper. “You’re mine.”

She thrusts her fingers deeper, her movements calculated and unrelenting as she continues, her voice soft and commanding all at once. The faint tendrils of dark power emanating from her seem to twist with your pulse, tying you to her inescapably.

“Give in,” she urges, her grip on your throat holding you steady. “You’re mine. All mine.”

The pressure building inside you becomes unbearable, your hips bucking against her touch in a desperate rhythm. Agatha’s fingers press deeper, and her smirk widens as she senses you nearing the edge.

“Don’t you dare look away,” she murmurs, her voice like velvet laced with steel. “I want to see it. How you are completely and utterly mine.”

The command drives you over the brink, the tension snapping as pleasure crashes through you in an uncontrollable wave. Your body trembles, every muscle straining as your release washes over you, and your breath comes in ragged gasps. In the mirror, you catch the faint, glowing edge of her power pulsing faintly against your skin, binding the moment to her inescapable control.

Agatha watches intently, her eyes burning with satisfaction. She doesn’t give you a moment to recover before her fingers pull away, leaving you trembling and weak. The absence is sharp and cruel, a reminder of how entirely at her mercy you are.

“You’ve made such a mess of yourself,” she says with a mocking tilt of her head, her tone cutting in a way that only deepens your submission. “Pathetic.”

Before you can catch your breath or attempt to steady your shaking legs, she’s gripping your arm with bruising firmness and spinning you around to face her. Her strength is almost startling as she effortlessly manoeuvres your unsteady body, pushing you until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Lie down,” she orders, her voice carrying the same undeniable authority that made you orgasm moments ago. She doesn’t wait for you to comply, instead shoving you down with a force that leaves no room for resistance. The mattress dips beneath your weight as you land, your body pliant and still humming with aftershocks of pleasure.

Her smirk deepens as she climbs onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. Your cum still clings to her fingers, glinting faintly as she presses them against your chest, pinning you in place.

“Don’t think for a second that we’re done,” she murmurs, her voice low and threatening in the most thrilling way. “I’ve barely begun with you.”

Her hands slide up as she leans in, her breath ghosting against your lips. “Stay still,” she commands, her tone brooking no argument. “You don’t move unless I tell you to. Understood?”

You nod weakly, your body completely at her mercy as she looms over you, her power and presence overwhelming. The bed beneath you feels vast, but all you can focus on is her—the way her eyes devour you, the faint shimmer of her magic against her fingers, and the promise of what’s to come.

She moves down your body, her hands bracketing your hips, fingers firm against your skin as she holds you in place. Her lips ghost against your inner thigh, her breath hot and teasing. “You’ve made such a mess,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with mock pity. “It’s only fair I clean you up, don’t you think?”

Her tongue flicks out, dragging deliberately against the sensitive skin of your thigh, closer and closer to where you ache for her. Her fingers tighten their grip as she presses your legs wider, exposing everything to her hungry gaze.

Without warning, her tongue finds you, lapping up the evidence of your recent orgasm with a deliberate, agonising slowness. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, her expression smug and possessive as she savours every drop. The contrast of her cold magic pulsing faintly from her fingers and the wet heat of her tongue sends shivers coursing through your body.

Her tongue works with maddening precision, collecting every trace of your release as if savouring a rare delicacy. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to keep you on edge, your body twitching and squirming beneath her.

Agatha’s tongue lingers, deliberate and unrelenting, the wicked precision of her movements leaving you a quivering, incoherent mess. Just when you think you might come again, she pulls back with a hum of satisfaction, her lips glistening as she looks up at you.

“I’ve been thinking about the taste of you all day,” she says, her voice a low purr that sends a shiver through you. Her hand remains firm on your thigh, her magic’s faint, chilling pulse grounding you even as your head swims.

Then her smirk deepens as she leans back down, licking and sucking more of your cum (and at this point, fresh arousal) into her mouth. Her eyes lock with yours, blazing with a cruel, teasing glee as she spits it back onto you, the warm, viscous wetness landing squarely against your aching heat. The sound you make—a strangled moan somewhere between embarrassment and arousal—only fuels her wicked grin.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers spreading the mess across your skin with deliberate cruelty, mixing her magic into the slick heat of your body. “Absolutely filthy.”

Your hips jerk involuntarily, your body reacting to the overwhelming humiliation and the fire it stokes deep within you. Agatha’s grip tightens again, her nails pressing painfully into your thighs as she holds you still. “Did I say you could move?” she growls, her tone a warning that sends a fresh wave of heat through you.

Her fingers dip lower, teasing but not giving you what you crave, as she leans in, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your thigh. “You’re mine,” she whispers, her voice dark and possessive. “Every part of you. Don’t ever forget it. And don’t ever make me wait again.”

She draws back slightly, her thumb brushing over your sensitive clit, spreading the mixture of her spit and your cum as she watches your every reaction. Her expression is a mix of amusement and triumph; her power over you absolute. “Now,” she says, her voice soft but brimming with command. “Let’s see how much more of a mess I can make of you.”

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[pedroscowgirl]

maybe i’m a bit desilusional but…

what abt fem, young!reader taking care of hugh jackman’s kids? and he being so stunned at how caring she is he just wants to bread her and fucks her in a rude way??

if u dont like this, just ignore it complately ♡

hugh jackman x fem!reader

warnings: smut! minors DNI breeding kink, creampie, p in v, age gap (reader is 20 ish and hugh is 55) wc: 3,4k

a/n: ugh yes i love daddy hugh and i'm sure he loves being a dad aswell and he just can't wait to make u a mother. (and yes im aware his kids are older now but lets just ignore that for this story) i hope u like this tho!

You had never expected babysitting to become such an integral part of your life, but when the opportunity arose to look after Hugh Jackman's children, you couldn’t turn it down. What started as a part-time gig quickly became something much more meaningful. His kids, with their curious eyes and endless energy, pulled you into their world with ease. You were young, fresh out of college, and ready to tackle whatever life threw your way, but you hadn’t anticipated how attached you’d grow to this family.

Today was one of those quiet afternoons where the house felt like a peaceful bubble. Hugh had been out filming all day, and you were in the living room with his youngest, a mess of paints and construction paper scattered on the floor. You were helping them create a hand-painted masterpiece, your fingers gently guiding theirs as they carefully brushed color onto the page.

“You’re doing so well!” you encourage, a soft laugh escaping your lips as the child beams up at you, proud of their work.

Unbeknownst to you, Hugh had arrived home. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching in silence. The sight of you, so gentle, so patient, made something stir inside him. His children were the most important part of his life, and to see them so comfortable and happy in your presence was nothing short of remarkable. It was more than that, though. It was the way you smiled, the way you listened when they talked, as if every word they said mattered.

You hadn’t noticed Hugh yet, too focused on the child in front of you. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. The image was almost too perfect, and for a second, Hugh felt like an outsider looking in on something beautiful, something he hadn't realized he wanted.

Finally, you glanced up and caught his eye. You flashed him that warm, inviting smile, completely unaware of the effect it had on him.

“Hey, Hugh,” you greeted casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to see him standing there. “We’re making some masterpieces here. You want to join?”

He chuckled, his voice slightly deeper, though there was an unfamiliar warmth in his eyes. “I think I’ll leave the artistic side to you two. You’re really good with them.”

You shrugged, still smiling as you turned your attention back to the child beside you. “They make it easy,” you said, your voice soft but genuine.

But to Hugh, it was clear that wasn’t true. There was something special about the way you connected with his kids, and it went beyond just being "good" with them. You seemed to understand them in a way that made him feel like he was seeing his own family through new eyes.

As the evening unfolded, the kids eventually grew tired, their energy winding down after hours of play. You took your time, making sure they were comfortable, tucked into bed with their favorite stuffed animals by their side. Hugh watched from the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the frame, an unreadable expression on his face. There was something undeniably attractive about the way you cared for them, how natural and effortless it seemed.

When you finally closed the door to the kids’ room, you turned and found him standing there, still watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. You weren’t sure why, but the air felt different. Charged.

“They’re out like lights,” you whispered with a soft laugh, breaking the silence, but Hugh didn’t respond immediately. He was looking at you in a way that made you feel suddenly self-conscious, but not uncomfortable. It was a quiet admiration, almost as if he were seeing you for the first time.

“You’re incredible with them,” he said after a beat, his voice low. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy. It’s like… you’re part of the family already.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you smiled, a little unsure of how to respond. “I’ve really grown attached to them,” you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They’re great kids.”

Hugh nodded, stepping a little closer. You could feel the weight of his gaze, his presence somehow more intense than it had ever been before. “I’ve noticed,” he said, his tone shifting to something more personal, more intimate. “You’re amazing with them, but… I’ve also noticed how kind and caring you are. It’s not just them you look after.”

You blinked, a little caught off guard by the compliment. “I just want to help,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his. There was something different in the way he looked at you now. Something deeper.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The house was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the wind outside. You were suddenly acutely aware of how close he was standing. His gaze softened, but there was a certain weight to it, like he was wrestling with something unspoken.

“Hugh?” you asked softly, feeling the tension in the air shift.

He seemed to snap out of whatever thought had held him captive, and he smiled, genuine, but with an edge of something more. “I’m just… grateful. For everything you’ve done. For being here.”

His words were laced with something deeper than gratitude, though. There was a sincerity that tugged at your heart, something that hinted at emotions he wasn’t sure how to express. You felt it too,this connection, the way he seemed to see you differently now.

“I love being here,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.

He took another step forward, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His eyes never left yours, searching, wondering. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet of the house.

“I think I’ve been blind to something,” Hugh finally admitted, his voice low and a little rough, like he was struggling to put his feelings into words. “You’ve become more than just someone who helps out around here. You’ve become… important.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. “Hugh, I—”

But before you could finish, he stepped even closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, but the tenderness in that small gesture sent shivers down your spine.

“I didn’t expect to feel this way,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now. “But I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know,he felt it too, this connection that had grown between you. It was more than just admiration for how you cared for his children. It was something deeper, something neither of you could deny anymore.

Hugh’s hand trembled slightly as it reached for your face, his fingers brushing against your skin with a softness that contrasted the fire in his eyes. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, lingering just below your ear as if savoring the sensation of touching you. Your breath hitched in your throat, heart hammering in your chest, and in that split second, you could see everything he was feeling—years of restraint and unspoken emotions flooding to the surface.

Before you could process it, he surged forward, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that left you breathless, the kiss urgent and all-consuming. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just pure, raw need. His hands tightened their hold on your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as his mouth moved against yours, desperately seeking more.

You melted into him, your hands sliding up to grip his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment. His kiss was intense, filled with a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. He tasted of warmth, of something familiar yet electrifying, and every brush of his lips sent waves of heat coursing through your body.

Hugh let out a low, primal sound from deep within his chest, a sound that only made the fire between you burn hotter. In one swift movement, his hands slid down to your waist, and without breaking the kiss, he lifted you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms looping around his neck for support, and you could feel the strength of him beneath your fingertips—solid, unyielding, desperate.

With practiced ease, he carried you to the kitchen counter, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from both of your bodies. He set you down, his lips never leaving yours, his mouth moving with a hunger that made your head spin. His hands roamed your back, fingers gripping your hips, pulling you closer, as if the space between you was unbearable.

You were both lost in the moment, a whirlwind of passion and need. Clothing became an afterthought, your hands fumbling with buttons and zippers as you tried to remove the barriers that kept you from feeling every inch of him. His shirt was the first to go, discarded hastily onto the floor, followed by yours as he tore it from your body in a frenzied rush.

Hugh’s lips found yours again, more fevered now, as if he were a starving man and you were the only thing that could sate him. His kiss was desperate, full of longing, and his hands followed suit, exploring your body with a reverence that made your skin tingle. He was everywhere—his mouth on your neck, your collarbone, tasting the warmth of your skin as if memorizing every inch of you.

You gasped as his lips trailed lower, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. He kissed the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his teeth grazing lightly as you arched into him. His hands fumbled with the button of your jeans, and in a hurried, clumsy motion, he pulled them down your legs. You helped him along, your body trembling with anticipation, until you were both stripped down to nothing, the cool air doing nothing to quench the heat between you.

His body pressed against yours, skin on skin, the sensation overwhelming as his hands explored every curve, every dip. His touch was insistent, possessive, but there was a tenderness beneath the intensity that made your heart flutter. Hugh pulled you impossibly closer, his lips returning to yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sweep that left you breathless.

He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed to taste every inch of your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as if afraid you might disappear. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer still. The need between you was palpable, an electric charge that sparked with every touch, every kiss.

Hugh pulled back for a brief moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His eyes, dark and full of desire, locked onto yours, searching for something—confirmation, permission, anything to let him know you wanted this just as much as he did.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost ragged from restraint.

You nodded, your lips swollen and tingling from his kisses. “Yes,” you breathed, and that was all he needed to hear.

With a low growl, he captured your lips again, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you flush against him. The kiss deepened, more desperate now, filled with the weight of all the emotions you both had kept hidden for so long. He kissed you like he was starving, like the feel of you was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

His hands slid up your back, fingers tracing every curve, and then he was lifting you again, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. His body pressed against yours, every inch of him firm and warm as he kissed you with a hunger that made your toes curl.

The air around you felt electric, charged with a desire neither of you could control. His mouth moved against yours with the same urgency that echoed through your veins, each kiss leaving you gasping for more. Hugh was relentless, his lips, his hands, his body, all of him, devouring you, like he had waited an eternity to finally taste you.

Hugh’s eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up with your entrance, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he pushed into you with ease, your slick warmth welcoming him effortlessly. The deep, guttural groan that escaped his throat filled the air, sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck…” His voice was low and husky, filled with raw need. “This is all for me?” he asked, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of admiration and lust.

You nodded, a soft hum of pleasure escaping your lips as your body adjusted to the sensation of him inside you. The fullness, the heat, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. Hugh’s gaze never wavered, his pupils blown wide as he watched your reaction, revelling in the way you responded to him.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he began to move, his thrusts slow but deliberate, like he was savoring every moment. Each roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your head falling back slightly as you let yourself melt into the feeling.

His breath was hot against your neck, and then his voice, low, dangerous sent a thrill straight to your core. “I’m gonna breed this fucking pussy so bad.”

The words were filthy, but the way he said them, the pure desire laced into every syllable, made your stomach flip with arousal. Your walls tightened instinctively around him, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the thought of it, of him filling you up, marking you as his.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his voice rough and demanding.

You swallowed hard, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind. “Uh-huh,” you managed to say, your breath hitching as he rocked deeper into you, “but I… I keep forgetting to take it. It probably doesn’t work anymore.”

“Good,” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The single word was laced with approval, his hips moving faster now, each thrust more insistent than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and soft moans that escaped you both.

Hugh was relentless, his movements precise and unyielding. He could feel the way your body was responding to him, the way your walls clenched tighter with each thrust, your breath coming faster, your moans growing louder. You were close, so close, and he knew it. He could feel it in the way your body trembled, in the way you gripped onto the counter behind you for support.

But just as the pleasure began to crest, just as you were teetering on the edge, he stopped abruptly. The sudden emptiness made you whine, your body crying out for release.

“Sorry, babygirl,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I need to fuck you from behind.”

Before you could respond, he lifted you off the counter with ease, turning you around so your back was facing him. His strong hands guided you, pressing your chest down onto the cold surface of the counter, your legs spread wide and trembling with anticipation.

Without warning, he entered you again, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful thrust and slapped your ass. You gasped, your body arching back instinctively at the sudden intrusion. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he began to move with an intensity that left you breathless. Each thrust was deep, hard, and unrelenting, his body slamming into yours with a force that made you see stars.

Hugh’s grip tightened as he pulled you back onto him, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the pleasure. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick and desperate. “You’d be such a great mom… I can’t wait to see you pregnant, to watch your tits swell with my baby. You're such a slut for me”

His words sent a shock of arousal through you, your mind reeling at the thought of it. The idea of being filled by him, of carrying his child, was driving you crazy, and your body responded in kind, your walls tightening around him, milking him for everything he had.

“And the nasty looks on everyone’s faces,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper, “when they see us walking around together, hand in hand. Such a young thing getting fucked by an old man like me. You like that huh?"

The filthy words, the possessiveness in his voice, it was too much. Your body trembled beneath him, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter as you neared the edge once again. He could feel it, too, the way your walls clenched around him, the way your breath hitched in your throat.

“Yes… good girl,” he growled, his hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. “Turn your head for me.”

You did as he commanded, turning your head just enough for his lips to crash into yours. The kiss was messy, desperate, your tongues tangling together as you both chased the release that was so close, so inevitable. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he lost control, the pleasure too overwhelming to hold back any longer.

You moaned into his mouth as your body finally gave in, your walls clenching around him in a violent wave of pleasure. Your legs shook, your body trembling as your orgasm washed over you, and Hugh followed close behind, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan.

The kiss muffled both of your moans as you came undone together, the intensity of the moment leaving you both breathless. When he finally pulled away, you were spent, your body trembling, your legs barely able to hold you up. His hands were still on your hips, holding you steady as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

But before you could fully catch your breath, Hugh stepped back, his eyes darkening once again as he watched his cum begin to drip out of you, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Fuck, I can’t let that go to waste,” he muttered.

Without warning, he slid two fingers inside you, pushing his cum back in with a slow, deliberate motion. You gasped at the sensation, your overstimulated body trembling beneath his touch. His fingers moved with precision, curling inside you as he held your hips in place, ensuring that every drop stayed where it belonged.

Satisfied, he quickly reached for your panties, pulling them back up over your hips to keep his seed inside you. The feeling of the fabric pressing against your sensitive skin sent a shiver down your spine, the intimacy of the gesture making your heart race.

“There we go, babygirl,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “Gotta keep it all in, just in case.”

You nodded, too breathless to speak, your body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Hugh’s arms tightened around you, pulling you close as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth.. Your legs were still shaking, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I meant what I said,” Hugh murmured against your skin, his voice low and serious. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, the weight of them settling in your chest as you turned your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in his gaze—just pure, unfiltered desire.

And in that moment, you knew he meant every word.

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[lewisvinga]

this little life | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; when childhood lovers y/n and charles break up, it sends the whole internet into chaos. what sends them into an even bigger chaotic mess was the reasoning behind their breakup and who she turned to for comfort afterwards.

fc; cindy kimberly

warnings; cursing, cheating, slut shaming

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

note; requested ! there’s a couple of typos on the tweets LMAO n i felt too lazy to fix ‘em🤕

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username: literally a homie hopper

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username: i always had a bad feeling abt her, guess its bc she’s a slut

username: breaking up with ur ex after dating since 15, then a few months get w his teammate?? that’s such gold digger behaviorrrrr

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (the honeymoon diaries)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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Text Messages

you: soooo… we live together

you: we’ve gotten married

you: are almost together for 5 years

wifey 💞: Yes…

wifey 💞: Where are you going with this?

you: and we’re really settling down now

wifey 💞: Go on

you: i think it’s time for the next step

wifey 💞: Next step? 😅😳

you: i kind of might have maybe highly likely lowkey went somewhere today

wifey 💞: Oh god what did you do

you: iiiii went to the animal shelter

wifey 💞: Y/N Rodriguez-Putellas, there better not be a dog sitting on my side of the couch when I get back

you: omg no i would never adopt or make such a decision without you knowing

wifey 💞: Phew

you: however…

wifey 💞: How about an aquarium first?

you: ugh no

you: can i talk to a fish?

wifey 💞: You can sure try

you: can i cuddle a fish?

wifey 💞: Better not try that

you: can it keep me company when you’re away?

wifey 💞: Maybe not, but they're fun to look at?

wifey 💞: And they’re easier to take care of than a dog. A dog would be really dependable on us. 

you: was i talking about a dog? 🧐

wifey 💞: 😱

you: because i saw THE cutest cat there!!! a little ginger one

wifey 💞: Ginger cats are known to be evil spawns

you: that was the nickname my fam had for me when i was a teenager so i’m the living proof to not judge a book by its cover 😇

wifey 💞: I mean…

you: rude!

wifey 💞: Hahaha tell me about the cat, babe

you: they found him a few weeks ago dumped on the side of a road and he was really malnourished and sick, but he’s been a fighter. 

wifey 💞: And he took to you?

you: yeah immediately ):

you: he’s like, my soulmate 

wifey 💞: Who’s rude now? Ouch 😂

you: but he's still struggling and is still taking lots of meds. he's weak but getting stronger each week, and i just want to give him a proper chance. the shelter can't afford all of his meds etc bc they're not being funded, but we can afford it. if we didn't adopt him, i'd forever keep wondering if he went to a warm home and a good family or if he even made it.

wifey 💞: Ugh I love how much you always care too much

wifey 💞: Listen, I’m not making ANY promises, but I do agree that adding a sweet fluffy friend to our family could be great, and that I've been thinking about it too.

wifey 💞: When I’m home, we can go to the shelter to visit him again, how’s that sound?

you: no way 

you: are you serious

you: misa don't fuck with me now

wifey 💞: Yes way, and I am.

you: aaaaaaaah i’m so excited!!! this is going to be the best thing ever for him!!!!!! 

you: and for us ofc

you: i’m going to ask my friend on some tips on having a cat so we can be sure to make a decision

you: outweigh the pros and cons

you: no matter how much i already love that little one, i want to be sure we can properly take care of him and give him the best home ever.

wifey 💞: That’d be perfect. Keep me updated?

wifey 💞: And I’m sure we can

wifey 💞: I love you

you: i love you toooo (even if you had said no)

wifey 💞: Really? 🤔

you: YES REALLY 😪

wifey 💞: Just promise me you won't start loving him more than me.

you: hmmkay 😁😁😁😁

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alexiaputellas ❤️

bff3 You both deserve the world.

patri8guijarro Favourite wives!

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bff1 best sleepover i've had since elementary

username2 oh WOW!

bff2 Didn't get a wink of sleep but it was SO FUN

albaps9 definitely cherished my time being part of the fab 4 ↳ bff3 I didn't know we had a name! ↳ yourusername yea no i'm vetoing that one

bff3 My girls 😍 And god, you were radiating that day!!

username1 gosh you're gorgeous y/n!!

marisabel_rguez Oh how absolutely beautifully happy you looked. I love you. I'm the luckiest. 45 likes ↳ yourusername no i am 🥺

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albaquerque 🌼: hello my sweet sweet sisters by birth and by law

albaquerque 🌼: mami and i thought it would be sweet to spend saturday the 21st of the next month with as much family we can gather

albaquerque 🌼: and plus ones (hi misa, hi olga)

wifey 💞: Hi Alba 😌

olga 🌸: Hiiii 

you: gonna catch ‘em all.

wifey 💞: Uhhh, let me check, but sounds fun!

ale🐻: What do you have in mind? I’m glad Y/N isn’t picking this time because i’m not going to another pottery class 

you: hey!! everyone liked that but you!! you just hated it because yours came out like a demolished turd

olga 🌸: 🤣

ale🐻: That's such an exaggeration

olga 🌸: no, babe, she's right. it looked horrible

albaquerque 🌼: AnYwAy, we want to go go-karting

you: MAMI wants to go GO-KARTING?

albaquerque 🌼: and maybe go to a winery/outside dining in some fancy shmancy vineyard

you: okay in what order? bc i’m not going onto the track after you’ve had a few drinks. you’re already a terrible driver as is

albaquerque 🌼: ok so y/n is no longer invited

wifey 💞: Can I still come?

you: fuck u 😒

albaquerque 🌼: always

olga 🌸: sounds perfect!! i can make it, ale’s still checking her schedule

ale🐻: What about the little ones, though?

albaquerque 🌼: they have an indoor playground or trampoline park thingy there and tia's gonna look after them

you: what the hell, i’d much rather go there than go-karting

albaquerque 🌼: it’s ages 5-12 only on a saturday afternoon

ale🐻: So Y/N will fit right in

olga 🌸: 🤭

you: you're so hilarious

albaquerque 🌼: guys focus, we need to know how many are coming so that we can put in a reservation. they need to prep all the karts beforehand

ale🐻: I should be free on the 21st by the way, so count us in!

wifey 💞: Us too! We'll drive to you guys on Friday already so prepare a room! 😎

you: i'm soooo gonna kick all your asses

olga 🌸: we'll see about that 😌

ale🐻: I'm the best driver on paper, no accidents and no speeding tickets

albaquerque 🌼: that's exactly why you'll be last. you need to be a menace to win go-karting

wifey 💞: Okay, so how dangerous is it exactly....

albaquerque 🌼: as dangerous as we dare to make it mwuahaha

albaquerque 🌼: but you're right, my colleague once got a broken rib lmao so we should probably set some ground rules first like, no intentional bumping or whatever

you: pussy

olga 🌸: pussy

you: jinx

ale🐻: Dios mio, here we go, this looks promising 🤨

you: why did bff1 just text me 'wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈'

albaquerque 🌼: oh yeah

albaquerque 🌼: i invited her

you: 😱

you: as YOUR plus one?!

albaquerque 🌼: oh shut your mouth

albaquerque 🌼: i thought you'd wanted her there since it's been so long, so i invited her. don't act like she's never tagged along to a putellas day before

you: but never as YOUR date ooOoOOoH 😍 smoochie smooch

albaquerque 🌼: y/n shut up before i punch your fucking teeth out

ale🐻: Hey, hey, hey, calma

ale🐻: None of that

ale🐻: The more the merrier. We'll have a fun day ☺️

albaquerque 🌼: exactly!! ale gets it

you: i mean, it's kind of awkward to have your family third-wheel on your date but whatever rocks your boat

albaquerque 🌼: you're mami's least favourite daughter

you: waaahhh waahhh 😪

ale🐻: On second thought, maybe Y/N won't be let in during the 5-12 afternoon, babies don't get to go on the trampolines.

olga 🌸: This is why I love you three

wifey 💞: ⬆️

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bff1👅: wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈

you: ARE YOU COMING TOO??

bff1👅: yes yes alba asked me

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you: are you smooching my sister

bff1👅: ew that's like smooching you

bff1👅: 🤢

you: wtf, why are you saying 'ew' to smooching me? i'm a catch

bff1👅: you wanna smooch me?

bff1👅: 😉

you: i regret using the word smooch now

bff1👅: 😏

you: 🤢

you: and you just totally changed the subject

bff1👅: no, you did

you: oh you're right oopsie🧐

you: ok but.... if you WERE smooching my sister, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

bff1👅: duh, you know i can't keep a secret from you even if i wanted to. i promise. but i'm not into alba

bff1👅: tbh, she has been nicer lately

bff1👅: which is weird

bff1👅: because she's never been that soft with me usually

bff1👅: maybe she's finally warming up to me after all these years 🤣

you: tbh i feel like she's been feeling really lonely lately

you: everyone around her is in relationships or marriages and settling down

you: i think she's been gravitating towards you bc of that

bff1👅: because i'm also single and pathetic? gee thanks

bff1👅: kidding, i know what you mean

bff1👅: we should set her up with someone

you: ok so long as you organise my funeral after that, because she'd kill me if we did that

bff1👅: oh, don't be so dramatic, what could go wrong?

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ona.battle Absolute goals, you two

albaps9 since when did you become a passenger princess ↳ marisabel_rguez Since I got a cute personal chauffeur!

bff1 confirmed: misa likes watching her lover sleep. creep ↳ marisabel_rguez hey!!! 🤣 and she's my wife! 😤

yourusername hello wife. how are you wife? i love you wife. ↳ marisabel_rguez Hello wife!!! 😘😘😘

yourusername takeout runs are the only type of running i like.

bff1 my mothers

alexiaputellas Did you just capture the moment Misa realised she wanted to get a dog next? ↳ yourusername well, mr peanut won't like that ↳ alexiaputellas Did you really name your cat, mr peanut?? ↳ yourusername you're his auntie!!! you should know! ↳ alexiaputellas I'm a dog person, I don't care about that cat. ↳ yourusername you'll warm up to him, he'll wrap you around his claw 😌 ↳ yourusername but no, that's his nickname ↳ alexiaputellas Why? ↳ yourusername just because ↳ alexiaputellas Just because why? ↳ yourusername because it sounded funny ↳ alexiaputellas I swear you're still five.

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Text Messages

you: love love love

you: the girls just left 😔

you: i miss you

you: when do you land again?

wifey 💞: Hi my everything, I miss you too

wifey 💞: Did you have a good time together? ❤️

wifey 💞: Umm probably around 1am-ish?

wifey 💞: But don’t stay up until I’m home, that might take another 2-3 hours

you: dooooon’t tell me what to do

you: and yes, the bestest best best time ever

you: you act like i can sleep without knowing if you got home safely.

you: i saved you some dinner if you’re hungry

wifey 💞: Haha, it was worth a try. But thank you, baby

wifey 💞: Will probably be in the air soon, so talk later!

you: see you tonight! stay safe and i love you

wifey 💞: I love you

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jennihermoso Welcome to the world, peanut pute-rodri.

bff1 long labour? ↳ yourusername very, whew!

bff2 Aw, your son's just like his mama! (a menace!!) ↳ yourusername 😇

marisabel_rguez Look at our son 😍

albaps9 finally an auntie, i can't believe it. never thought you'd be the first with a kid. you're still a kid yourself. ↳ yourusername soooo you had all your money on ale, an athlete with a busy life? or on yourself, a doof who's single? ↳ albaps9 🤬😤

bff3 The cutest baby ever. ↳ bff1 ikr no diapers, no crying

alexiaputellas RIP to the couch he used as a scratching post. Dogs don't do that 🐶 ↳ yourusername at least he'll never destroy a really expensive set of cleats ahum ↳ alexiaputellas Nala was still young then 🤨

sofie.svava How did you convince misa to finally adopt a pet 😂 ↳ yourusername i asked reeeeeeeeally nicely ↳ bff1 read: she begged on her hands and knees ↳ yourusername 😧 ↳ bff1 get your mind out of the gutter, you dipshit ↳ marisabel_rguez She did ask really nicely, actually 😌

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Text Messages

albaquerque 🌼: mami, ale and i figured it all out

mama 😊: What did you figure out, mija?

you: alba is secretly adopted all along? 😱 i KNEW it

albaquerque 🌼: i figured out the cause of your high blood pressure and your stress

ale🐻: I'm not sure I want to be involved in this 🤨

mama 😊: What is it?

albaquerque 🌼: [photo]

you: 😑

you: i knew it would be something stupid like this

mama 😊: Haha, tell me something I don't know!

ale🐻: Mami 😂😂😂

you: oh wow 🙂

albaquerque 🌼: see? 😇

mama 😊: I love you all to pieces and equally, but Y/N honey, you did almost cost me my heart. Multiple times.

mama 😊: But that's all in the past, and we're all going through good times now. I'm proud of you and how you overcame your obstacles. You're my strong little girl, mijita.

mama 😊: I'm proud of all three of you and the life you're building for yourselves. I love you.

mama 😊: My beautiful girls!! 😍

ale🐻: Thanks mama 😘

you: your plan backfired, alba, i got complimented instead hehehe 💁‍♀️🕺

albaquerque 🌼: lalalala 😒

mama 😊: 😛

mama 😊: Some things never change.

ale🐻: Forever one step away from annoying each other 🤪

mama 😊: 🤭🤗

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username4 we were there!!!!! it was so cold but they still stayed and talked and took photos with us. yn felt very weird people wanted a photo with her too and got VERY shy, alexia just laughed at that ↳ username6 girly still doesn't seem to grasp her popularity within the woso fandom 🤣

username9 Ahh no, we just missed them 😭

username3 Eli raised beautiful, gracious women! She must be proud 🖤

username18 imagine having Ale as a big sis

username5 NO BUT LISTEN- i met her a looong while ago with my gf on the streets in madrid when she told us she'd get our message through to misa and tonight she recognised us and said she told misa back then!!! she's a literal angel!!

username35 no but why am I so obsessed with the putellas sisters? I need more of them

username10 Alexia was so sweet with Y/N, making sure she stayed close and was feeling okay. She seems like such a great big sister. ↳ username4 fr! i noticed that too! yn was getting the baby of the fam treatment! also from eli, it was rlly cute to see. eli was taking pictures for herself of ale and yn too ahaha.

username15 they really look alike here ↳ username18 Yeah, that happens with siblings 🤭

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you: hahaha your sister sent me a photo of you in high school

wifey 💞: Which one?

you: [photo]

you: as if i couldn’t love you more

wifey 💞: Oh my god, I’ll kill her. She's sabotaging my marriage by sending that photo to you

you: you're so dramatic ahahaha

wifey 💞: Pfff, you and I would not have been dating if we met in high school

you: WHY NOT

wifey 💞: Have you seen high school me? and have you seen high school you????

you: aw but you were so young and adorable and you were cool and already so gorgeous. we all look silly in our old photos with the trends from back then. but i love it.

wifey 💞: No, I look disgusting!!

you: you were already beautiful, and i’m pretty sure teenage-me’s heart would’ve leaped in her chest whenever you would have looked at her

you: you'd probably even be my sweet gay awakening ☺️

wifey 💞: I thought it was that actress

you: which one? there were so many 😂

wifey 💞: If we'd dated then, I'd constantly have to fight off the competition

you: yea? you would've blasted 'steal your girl' by 1D in your room after school? 😂

you: i would've only had eyes for you, let's be real

you: and high school misa already had my misa in her, so i'll adore young misa even more. protect her and carry her around like a tiny pokemon. pika pika.

wifey 💞: I've never seen a girl as pretty as you

wifey 💞: You're really weird though

you: 🙃

wifey 💞: ....👀 Kidding. I love you.

you: and i love every version of you. young, old and wrinkly, grumpy, hangry, ....horny...,frustrated after a loss.... hangry (again)

wifey 💞: Flattery will get you everywhere, Mrs Rodriguez

you: you’re making me feel like a sexy teacher, mrs putellas

wifey 💞: Is this your way of trying to get us to roleplay?

you: NO.

you: unless...

wifey 💞: You're crazy

you: about you? always. 😁

wifey 💞: I love you to pieces, you know that, right?

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marisabel_rguez Jinx, jinx again.

bff2 Our biggest tiny friend <3

bff1 it's the 'you're really weird though' for me

albaps9 your breakfast looks like it came straight from the trash ↳ yourusername you're straight from the trash ↳ albaps9 that's no way to talk about our mother ↳ yourusername 😯 ↳ albaps9 we shared a womb, and since i came before you, there are parts of me in you ↳ yourusername ew ew ew ew why phrase it all like that ↳ alexiaputellas Did you read that somewhere online? 😂 ↳ albaps9 yup. and we can even have cells from our tio in us bc he was in abuela's womb before mama ↳ yourusername eeeeewwww ew ew ew stop. i'm good not knowing.

bff3 He absolutely loved the sleepover! But did you and Alba teach him to flip people off? ↳ bff1 gasp.... ↳ bff2 Omg you did what, yn? ↳ yourusername wait what??? ↳ yourusername no no no definitely not!! ↳ bff3 He keeps raising his middle finger to everyone and then laughs 😥😅 ↳ albaps9 it's not a middle finger, it's a unicorn fist 🖕 ↳ yourusername alba i'm going to kill you

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28,014 likes marisabel_rguez: I don't exist if I don't have her, the sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn, alright? 🎶❤️

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albaps9 YN OMG YOU CUTIE

alexiaputellas Hey you got her to puzzle with you, she must really love you ↳ alexiaputellas Kidding, I love how happy you make her ↳ marisabel_rguez ☺️

username8 She's so adorable omg

janafernandez3 sweeeeeet like candy 🍭

username3 she's radiating 🥺

yourusername but i knoooooow, i knoooooow for suuuuure. ↳ marisabel_rguez Everybody wanna steal my giiiiirl, everybody wanna take her heart away ↳ yourusername couple billion in the whole wide wooooorld ↳ marisabel_rguez Find another one 😤 ↳ yourusername cause sheeeee belongs to meeee 😇

ingrid.engen That first one!!!! Sooo cute, yn!!

sofie.svava prettiest girl ever

username6 aw she looks so happy ↳ yourusername bc i was looking at mah wife 😊 12 likes

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bff3 Happy Valentine's Day, beauties!

username9 Happy valentine's!

marisabel_rguez Thank you for being my valentine 😉😘 ↳ marisabel_rguez And thank you for all the sweet gestures, I love you.

alexiaputellas ❤️

username3 love is in the air <3

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Bff2 love that for you 👉👌 ↳ bff1 ahahahaha those emojis ↳ bff2 what? ↳ bff2 wait no!!! it's like the meme!!! holding onto the finger! omfg

jennihermoso Look at that rock still shining 💍

username8 ma'am... your aesthetic and feed- 💅🏽

marisabel_rguez What a woman 😍

username1 HOT TO GO 🕺

bff1 listen, misa? uh, misa? i've got something to confisa ↳ albaps9 you deserve each other, you and BOQQQQ ↳ yourusername 🤦‍♀️🤭

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you: happy 5 years together, my love. i'm easily the happiest i've ever been. i never in my wildest dreams would've imagined this. thank you for all your healing love, your support, your care and for choosing me.

wifey 💞: Happy five years, beautiful. I'll always choose you, every second of every day. You're my entire world, now and always. I love you

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a/n: happy valentine's day, my loves!

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Soulmate(s) | Part 2

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: In a world where you get the name of your soulmate tattooed on your skin the night you turn 21, there should be no reason to even think about fucking around with anyone else. Why would you when you know that the perfect person who is made just for you is somewhere out there waiting for you to find them? 

So how the hell did you end up messing around with your two best friends and what are you going to do if neither of them ends up being your soulmate or worse, what if one of them is your soulmate?

Warnings: fem!reader, soulmates au, this is not a light fic, there will be backstabbing and manipulation, sub!soobin, dom!gyu, switch/gyu, handjob, cunnilingus, blowjob, tit-fucking, cumming all over oc lol

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Beomgyu and Soobin have been trying to convince you to hook up with them again since you’ve last done it, something you’ve been very hesitant to do. You’d only really meant to kiss Soobin. You didn’t mean for Beomgyu to get involved or for things to go this far, but it seems you’ve opened Pandora's box now as the two boys have only become bolder and more insatiable since then–begging and pleading you to join them every time you were alone together. 

Yes, join them, as they clearly have not been waiting for your permission to continue their forbidden rendezvous, and they’re making sure you know. Like right now, you were supposed to have your regular movie night together but none of you were paying any attention to the movie. The two boys are loudly kissing on the couch as Beomgyu’s hand moves under Soobin’s pants– the wet sounds of their kissing and their heavy moans and grunts would make it impossible to hear the movie if you were even trying to. 

But you’re not, and you can’t pretend you are. They can clearly see the stern frown you’re throwing at them, but they don’t care, Beomgyu’s face buried in the older boy’s neck as he jerks him off in his pants. 

Soobin whines your name out, the plea clear in his voice, and it would make you wet if you weren’t already soaked. “Come here, please. I want to kiss you.” 

Ugh, the siren call. It was one thing for Beomgyu to beckon you towards this sin with his smirking face and cocky attitude, but it’s another thing entirely for your good little Soobin to so sweetly, so cunningly, try to break your inhibitions. No, he’s not sweet or innocent. He knows what he’s doing and it’s fucking working. 

Beomgyu lifts his head from Soobin’s wet neck to level you with his heavy gaze as he pulls Soobin’s cock out of his pants. “Come on, baby, look how much he needs you.”

You can’t help but rub your thighs together. Damn them. Damn them to hell. 

“It doesn’t look like he needs me. Looks like you’re taking care of him all right on your own.” You impress yourself by being able to speak through your completely parched throat. 

“Yeah, but I’m sure he’d like it extra hard if your pretty mouth was on his cock.” At this, he twists his hand around Soobin’s head and the older boy cries out. “Yes, please, please, want it.” 

“Shut up.” You curse him under your breath as your hand finally moves between your legs to soothe the burning need there. You’ve watched them do this way too many times now. It burned you with both need and jealousy because, damn it, you want to be with them too but it’s wrong! You can’t do this. You need to stop it and remain loyal to your destined soulmate. 

But like a vulture, Beomgyu jumps at the first sign of weakness from you. “Oh, baby, don’t be like that.” He tugs on your arm, pulling it away from your pussy, making you almost growl at him. How dare he?! Hasn’t he tortured you enough? 

But you don’t get the chance to chew him out because he pulls you onto his lap, your back facing his front and his very hard cock pressing against your lower back, his large warm hands on your inner thighs and the precum from Soobin’s dick sticking to your skin. 

“Let us take care of you.” He purrs in your ears, his hands massaging your sensitive thighs, so close yet so far from where you need him the most. You try to close your legs but he doesn’t let you, and you can’t fucking think with his hot breath on your skin. “Let us make it stop hurting.” 

“Fucking asshole.”

He laughs at your response, one of his hands getting impossibly close to your pussy. “Is that a yes?” 

“Just get it over with.” 

Now you know Beomgyu would’ve liked a more enthusiastic response than that but you also know that he’ll take what he can get, and after weeks of begging and whoring around, he finally gets to touch you, his long fingers pressing over your covered slit. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He moans, greedily pushing your shorts to the side so he can fully feel how wet you really are, his fingers easily gliding over your wet lips, and you keen, your back arching at the sudden intense stimulation. 

“I hate you.” You still put up your act, but Beomgyu doesn’t care, just focusing on breaking you down on his fingers. And break you do, gushing out even more slick as he alternates between rubbing your clit and sliding his fingers up and down your pussy. 

You almost forget that you’re not the only two people there for a second, too lost in the intense pleasure, until Soobin whines and you see him moving out of the periphery of your vision to take center stage on the floor in front of you. 

“Can I try it now, Beommie?” The older boy’s hands sear your skin as he pushes your thighs further apart and presses his face right between them. You shriek, reflexively attempting to close your legs once again at the embarrassing and exposed position you’ve found yourself in but you stand no chance against the two boys splaying you open for their pleasure. 

“You’re scaring her, idiot.” Beomgyu snaps at Soobin but you can see that the older boy is only half listening, too focused on the way Beomgyu’s fingers continue to play with your pussy. “Should’ve waited a bit.” 

“But I can’t wait any longer!” Soobin whines and you crane your head to try to catch Beomgyu’s eyes. “Wait for what? What are you two shits planning?” 

Beomgyu uses the opportunity of you turning your head towards him to steal a quick kiss from your lips. “Binnie just wanted a taste. He’s been talking about it nonstop. Will you let him have a little taste?” 

Your eyes widen. “You’ve both lost your minds. You really think I’ll let him do that? You’re both perverts!”

Soobin starts loudly whining, attempting to plead his case, attempting to convince you that he–the man with his dick out at your feet and begging to eat you out–is not a pervert. But Beomgyu snaps at him, shutting him up. 

“Forget it. You ruined it. She doesn’t want it.” He hisses at the older boy who amazingly cowers back and shuts up. “Here, this is enough for you.” He takes his hand off your pussy and pushes the wet fingers against Soobin’s pillowy lips. You gasp as the other boy immediately opens up to suck them in, moaning out obscenely as if it’s the tastiest sweet he’s ever had. 

“Beomgyu!” You cry out, pulling his hand away from Soobin and making them both protest. 

“Why?!” 

“Come on, let him have this.” 

“You’re both disgusting.” 

“What’s disgusting about wanting to taste our lover?” Beomgyu asks, and you shiver at the word–lover. Are you lovers? Why does that word make your heart flutter so much? “You must’ve seen the educational tapes. This is a perfectly normal part of pleasuring your mate, just like if you were to suck his cock.” 

“Oh, I would not do that. No way.” Your face flushes heatedly as you vehemently deny you’d do such a dirty thing. “It wouldn’t even fit…”

You know cunnilingus is a normal sex act but it feels too intimate to share with someone who isn’t your soulmate–with your two fucking best friends. 

“Now you’re just being a tease.” Beomgyu growls, eyes darkening at your choice of words. 

“Please,” Soobin inches closer to you again, his big bunny eyes staring up at you as his plush lips stop centimeters away from your needy pussy, so deprived that even his breath makes you shiver. 

You’ve already done so much together. Would it really be so bad to let him do this? He seems to really want it, and you can’t deny the fact that you want it too. They’ve both teased you way too much already. Why are you teasing yourself? 

“Okay.” 

“Oh, than–” You can’t even hear the rest of his appreciation as it gets smushed against your lower lips. 

“Fuck.” You curse lowly, feeling a strange mixture of awkwardness and pleasure as Soobin finds his way around your pussy–first very clumsily but slowly getting more deliberate, guided by the boy behind you. 

“Slow down.” He tells him when Soobin gets too rowdy, “Flatten your tongue out. Focus here.” He instructs as if he’s done this before and somehow it’s working. You’re slowly but surely feeling your high build up. 

“How the fuck do you know so much?” You grit out, asking Beomgyu. 

“I watch the videos a lot.” He admits easily, referring again to the education videos all of you are provided when you get closer to your 21st birthday so you’d know what to expect when you finally meet your lover. “Wanna make sure my soulmate will be thanking their lucky stars they ended up with me.” 

You roll your eyes. Yeah, right. The pervert probably is just using them to get off every night if what you’ve witnessed of his libido these past few weeks is any indication. “I don’t remember the educational videos containing such filth. Are you sure you haven’t been watching those soulmateless degenerates instead?” You accuse, referring to the taboo tapes sold secretly by some of those who have either never gotten a soulmate or have lost them in one way or another.

In a society such as your own, where almost everyone has a second half, those without their fated partners end up being shunned. They simply freak people out. After all, why don’t they have someone? What is so wrong with them that the universe has chosen to curse them to a life where they’ll never know the touch of true love? 

Even still, not all of them start out totally isolated. After all, they were once just like all of you with loving families and supportive friends before their terrible fates were revealed on the very day that was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives–expecting to be given eternal love and instead finding themselves with a gaping hole in their hearts that is only fated to grow bigger and bigger every passing day.

Their loved ones may try to cheer them up. They may try to convince them that they could still lead a normal life. They try to pretend that nothing has changed, but everything has changed. Their lives could never be the same after that. They know it and everyone around them knows it too. They would never be in love. They would never marry and have a family. They would never know what it’s like to finally feel whole. And it slowly gets to them. The older they grow, the bigger the gap in their heart grows and they begin to resent those around them. They begin to begrudge those who have what they never will. They turn angry and bitter and they start lashing out at the very people who tried to help them. 

They start to seek out the passion that is missing from their lives in other places. Some turn to drugs, some turn to sex and some take on dangerous and risky jobs just to feel alive. They may even come to gain some respect and prominence in society depending on how they choose to chase those thrills. But it would never be enough. They would always have to do more and more to get even a fraction of the natural bliss that comes from finding your soulmate and knowing you’re finally home, and they start losing themselves bit by bit, chasing even riskier and riskier highs until they burn out. 

You shudder at the thought. That is your worst fear. To be left abandoned by the universe. 

You’re thankfully torn out of your gloomy thoughts when Beomgyu unceremoniously pulls your shirt up over your chest to expose your breasts which he cups in his hands and expertly kneads, massaging the soft flesh and pulling at your pebbled nipples. 

Instantly, pleasure floods your brain and drowns out the scary thoughts until all you can think of is how strong and solid he feels against you, how his long sure fingers touch you so well, and how sexy his deep voice sounds in your ear as he continues to instruct Soobin on what to do. 

“Fuck.” You cry, arching into his touch, throwing your legs wider apart and inadvertently pushing your pussy against Soobin’s face, his nose brushing against your clit and causing a spasm to go through your body. “I’m close. Don’t stop.” 

Through blurry eyes you see Beomgyu grab Soobin’s hair and push him even further against your pussy, rubbing his face against you as the older boy excitedly lets his tongue flick between your lower lips, filling the room with an obscene wet noise that rises even louder than the ringing in your ears. 

“Soobinnie, fuck!” You groan and Beomgyu nips at your neck, lightly grazing the skin of your neck with his teeth, careful not to mark you, and pinches your nipples between his fingers, pulling your orgasm right out of you. 

“Yes, yes, I’m cumming!” You scream out, your orgasm ripping through your body as both boys ruthlessly continue playing with you, not letting up until you start tearing up. “Enough, enough, too much.” 

Beomgyu is the first to stop. It takes him pushing Soobin away for the other boy to stop too–whether not caring or not hearing, you don’t know, but when he is detached from your pussy, you see how his entire lower face is now covered in your slick–his pretty lips even bigger and puffier from the activity. 

“Shit.” You mutter under your breath and Beomgyu laughs. 

“He's so good, isn't he baby? Those dirty lips were made just for this.” He pulls Soobin's head back to run his thumb over his wet lips. “He’s got a mouth that can drive you crazy, huh?”

Beomgyu's the one who’s got a mouth that can drive you crazy. Though Soobin has done most of the work, it’s Beomgyu's constant filth in your ears that worked you up so much. It’s like he can get you both to do anything and it scares you. 

What if you end up cursed because you’ve gotten greedy and chose to seek out the pleasure and intimacy that is supposed to only come from your soulmate from someone else? 

“This is so wrong.” You slur and Soobin frowns, pulling your leg down so he can place your foot over his hard cock, blissfully oblivious to the turmoil happening inside your brain. “It would still be wrong after you get us off.” 

You glare at him as Beomgyu bursts out laughing behind you. “Fucker.” 

“He’s right, baby. It’s unfair to say this after we’ve already gotten you off.” He grinds his cock against your ass and you hate how that still makes you burn. “I said it from the start, asshole.” 

“Well then it won’t make a difference if you get us off too.”  

He slips out from under you to stand up in front of you, pushing his shorts down and shamelessly giving his hard cock a few pumps right in front of your face. “Look how hard you got me with your pretty little moans.”

“You're disgusting.” You scoff but Soobin also rushes to his feet, his own cock already out ages ago. 

“Me too. Wanna feel your touch too. Beommie is too mean. He always teases too much.”

At the mention of their previous hookups you get jealous again. They have done so much without you it’s not fair. What if one of them is your soulmate and you’re missing out on all your first experiences together because you won’t join them. You know you like them both, and you know they like you too. Soulmates can feel a connection even before the names are revealed so it’s not unlikely that one of them is destined for you. 

At least that is how you justify to yourself the jealous drive that prompts you to reach out to grab their cocks, one in each hand, jerking them off slowly but firmly. 

“Fuck yeah.” Beomgyu groans, throwing his head back slightly in pleasure but keeping his eyes on you

“Your hands are so small.” Soobin marvels and Beomgyu adds, “And so soft.” 

You blush, feeling shy under their intense gazes. You try to fix your clothes to cover yourself up but they immediately protest. 

“No, why? You look so sexy.” Soobin cries, grabbing your hand and putting it back on his cock. 

“Come on, it will get us off much faster seeing your pretty tits out like this.” Beomgyu spews filthily, and you glare up at him, but he just smirks. “Fuck, you’re even sexy when you’re angry. Wonder how much better you’ll look with your face covered in my cum and your tits covered in Soobin’s.” 

The older boy squeaks at that, pushing his hips forward so the head of his long cock brushes against your nipple, smearing a light sheen of precum over it. 

“Soobin!” You gasp, glaring at him, but Beomgyu cups your face and turns it towards him. “Come on, baby, let him have his fun. He’s been so good to you, hasn’t he? Eaten out that pretty little pussy so well, yeah?” He drawls out, his thumb brushing over your lips. 

You get so pulled in by his heated gaze that you let Soobin do what he wants, rubbing his cock again and again across your tits while Beomgyu pushes his thumb into your mouth. 

“Good girl. You wanna be such a good girl for us, don’t you?” He purrs, completely enchanting you somehow. He uses his thumb in your mouth and his grip on your face to make you nod and you let him. How is he so good at this? And why are you letting him? 

“Wanna try your mouth.” He pleads, taking his thumb out of your mouth and gliding the head of his cock over your lips instead. You feel the wetness smear over them and your tongue instinctively peaks out to clean it up, in the process coming into contact with Beomgyu’s cock and making him gasp out in need. “Please.”

If you had planned to refuse him before, you couldn’t after seeing how weak and desperate just that little touch made him. You’ve been fantasizing about seeing him break again since that last time. He just looks so pretty when he loses it. 

“Just the tip.” You say and he curses. “Fuck, okay, baby, anything. Need it so bad.” 

And he pushes in. Just the tip as promised, but you feel like even that fills up your mouth. You wrap your lips around his head and press your tongue against the slit to lap up his precum like a lollipop. It immediately drives him mad and he throws his head back and cries out like a desperate slut. It makes you want to push him more and more so you intensify your efforts, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the head, watching his whole body shake as you suck and lap at the head of his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it.” 

“Hey, no fair, we promised to share her.” Soobin’s whine jolts you out of the spell Beomgyu cast on you and your turn your head towards him to see him try to push his cock towards your mouth too. 

You take your mouth off Beomgyu, making him growl and snap at Soobin. “What the fuck, man? I was so close!” 

“Beomgyu, play nice.” You scold him, secretly loving the fact that they’re fighting for your attention. Those two have made your life a hot hell for the last few weeks with their little lewd shows. They made you horny and jealous and frustrated and you love giving them just a little bit of that energy back. And secretly you’re happy and relieved that they want you too–that they have not just found each other and abandoned you–that you still have a chance with one of them. 

“Binnie, I thought you wanted to fuck my tits.” You purr, repeating Beomgyu’s choice of words and making the tall boy shudder and his eyes grow heavy. Those boys really are suckers for dirty talk, huh? 

“Yeah but Beomgyu–”

“No buts.” You tighten your hand around his cock and pull him forward, pressing his cock flush against the middle of your chest and shutting him up. “Press my tits together so you can fuck them nice and hard. Don’t want you to stop until they’re covered in your cum.”

Soobin sucks in a sharp breath and rushes to do as you ordered, grabbing your breasts in his big hands and pressing them together before going off at a rough choppy pace. 

You feel a harsh tug at your hair as Beomgyu turns your head back towards him, your eyes meeting his narrowed ones, but as you open your mouth to chastise him for his roughness, he pushes his cock back in your mouth. 

You attempt to say something but with his incessant grip at the back of your head and his sloppy thrusts into your mouth, all that comes out is a wet garbled mess. Soon, you give up, just letting your two best friends use your body to get off, their tall frames looming over you and their filthy gazes eating you up as one fucks your mouth and the other fucks your tits. 

You feel so dirty yet so hot, and in that moment you understand the urge that drives those without soulmates to seek such lurid pleasures. If they end up together and you end up alone, you can see yourself falling victim to these desires. You just love them both so much, it scares you. You want them to be yours, and that terrifies you. Only one of them could be your soulmate. Neither of them could be your soulmate…

“Ah, I’m so close.” You hear Soobin whine. You try to look at him but Beomgyu doesn’t let you. Instead you see him reach out of the corner of your eyes to wrap his hand around Soobin’s cock and jerk him off fast, quickly pushing him over the edge. 

You can’t see it but you know he has cum when you hear the breathy shouts of your and Beomgyu’s names and feel his hot cum splattering across your chest. You whine around Beomgyu’s cock and start resisting the way he’s moving you over his cock as you feel your jaw becoming sore and your lips getting bruised. 

He sighs, letting you pull away a little bit, drool following behind his swollen length out of your mouth and down your chin and his hand as he grabs his cock it with the same hand he used to jerk Soobin off so he can now pump his own cock inches away from your face.  “Ready for it, baby?” 

Your mouth is so numb you can only muster out a little whimper that makes Beomgyu curse under his breath and his grip falter over his cock as he loses it, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes over your face. You instinctively close your eyes, wincing as the warm sticky substance lands on your face. 

“No, look at me.” Beomgyu growls, tugging at your hair, the sting making your eyelids crack open slightly to lock eyes with Beomgyu and witness the last of his orgasm. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” 

“Fuck, that is so hot.” You hear Soobin mutter and the unmistakable wet sound of his hand moving over his spent cock as he watches Beomgyu treat you like a fucktoy. 

You feel so filthy–sitting there with your shirt pulled up and your shorts pushed to the side, exposed and absolutely covered in both their cums while they stare at you as if they’re not even close to having their fill. 

And you’re not either. God help you but you know that this is just the start. You’ve been pulled in and now you don’t think you can resist them anymore. 

This is bad. This is so bad and you know it won’t end well. 

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A/N: second chapter here, still not much plot but it will come I swear lol. the fics I have rn are so different, one only plot so far and one only smut. anyway let me know how we're feeling

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✩•̩̩͙*˚ THE ART OF (NOT) PULLING YOUR BEST FRIEND

summary : You've always been good at hiding your feelings for your best friend, but when Satoru finally manages to land a date with the girl of his dreams, something seems to shift inside you. But don't worry, you have another best friend there who's more than willing to care for you.

word count : ~ 11K for all routes that are out, ~ 2.8K for this part. tags : best friend!to lovers, modern AU, best friends gojo & geto, fluff, angst, eventual smut, drama, love confessions, multiple choices standalone.

It is known that blue is your favorite color.

Blue like the sea. Like the sky on a particularly hot day. Blue like the feathers of a magnificent peacock, and the flesh of a ripe blueberry.

His eyes are blue. They’re this piercing, icy blue you can’t seem to get away from wherever you are. – It is a coincidence that they are your favorite shade of blue, too.

You don’t know when you started liking the color blue with so much passion, and you think maybe you always have. Yet you don’t do anything about it, you don’t go out of your way to profess your love for it. You don’t seek it out and won’t admit it’s the only color that’ll ever make you feel the way you do when you look at it.

It’s okay. There are many other shades to love. It’s just disheartening that it seems to be the only one that suits you so well.

And it is this same shade of blue that is sparkling in Satoru’s eyes, screaming ‘victory’ as he comes back to your table in a confident stride. The wide grin that is stretching his pink lips is triumphant, and you know what this means.

He actually did it.

He slams the piece of paper on the table, leaning at your level to rub it in your face, his sunglasses threatening to fall off his nose. – He always looks so cute when they do that, his nose slightly scrunching to keep them from doing so.

“Ha! You owe me ten bucks.”

You roll your eyes at him, clicking your tongue in annoyance. “I’m sure she took pity on you. That, or it’s a fake number.”

You hope it is, but you would be a fool to believe that. Just a look at your best friend would be enough to understand the fact that he could get anything he would ever want. Like he loved saying, his face card never declined. – To your dismay.

“Oh I knew you’d say that, so I called the number just in case. And guess what?”

“Ugh, Satoru? That’s fucking insane.” You cringe without waiting for him to finish what he has to say.

His eyes widen comically, pointing at you with accusation. “It’s not!”

Suguru also grimaces,  “It is. Creep.”

You grin and silently mouth back the word to your white-haired friend, mocking him.

Satoru rolls his eyes, already exasperated with the both of you, “Whatever you say. While you nerds are gonna be drowning in your video games, I’ll actually be getting some action tonight.” He winks, emphasizing the word action and you feign a gag. And you don’t have to try too hard for it to come out as genuine.

Suguru chimes in, sighing, “Just don’t come crying to us when she ghosts you, man. Again.”

You hum, your chin propped up on your hand, “He sure knows how to pick ‘em, hm, Suguru?”

“She’s different, guys, come on!” He whines.

“Weren’t the three other girls before different too?“

“I believe they were!“ You say, feigning the act of pushing imaginary glasses up your nose. Suguru chuckles, and you grin at him.

“Well, y’know…” He trails off, sighing in defeat because he knows he’s been cornered. “I just really don’t wanna screw this one up.”

You raise an eyebrow, a forced smile on your lips. “We’re just fucking with you, ‘Toru.” You smirk, “But don’t worry, we’ll keep the ice cream ready just in case you come back with your tail between your legs.”

He groans, “I swear you two are perfect for each other. Always teaming up on me like that! What have I done to deserve two mean best friends?”

Suguru looks at you in amusement, and you instantly meet his eyes with a cheeky grin of your own. 

“Two pretty best friends.”

At this meaningful exchange, Satoru groans, throwing his hands in the air.

“See? My point exactly!”

You can’t help but let your lips curve into a half-smile at his antics, and you don’t notice how your eyes seem to shine so much brighter when they are laid on your best friend, but Suguru does. He knows you by heart, having spent so many days and so many nights by your side. 

At the time, you and Satoru came into a package deal as much as Satoru and him did. Naturally, after spending so many years by your side, he understands the mechanics of your brain. Sometimes, such as now, he even senses something’s wrong before you even do.

Right now, he knows that your heart aches. That it must be clenching painfully in your chest, that you must be punishing yourself for not feeling happy for your best friend when he’s been meaning to ask this girl out for weeks now. But how could you, when the mere thought of him touching and tasting someone else’s skin makes you feel like you can’t breathe? Like always, Suguru can’t help but want to protect you.

So he calls your name, and when you turn to him, he leans in to whisper in your ear, “Hey, you really okay with this?”

You try to muster a grin, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and like always he sees right through you. “Me? Why wouldn’t I be okay? ‘m just worried he’ll get his hopes up for nothing, that’s all.”

He lifts a brow not quite buying your act, but he doesn’t say a thing, and you’re thankful for that.

“What do you say we give him a taste of his own medicine then?”

You arch a brow in confusion, and he waves a hand before explaining himself. 

“Remember when you used to date this Nanami guy and Satoru constantly crashed your dates with phone calls and weird texts?”

“And when he actually showed up out of nowhere at the theater and shoved himself between us! I swear I was gonna rip him to shreds.”

“You gave him the silent treatment for a week after that, I thought I was gonna go crazy with his constant blabbering.” He groans, his almond eyes slightly crinkling as he reminisces your high school days.

You scoff, amused, “He always had some lame excuses, too. Nanami ended up breaking up with me 'cause he thought I was cheating on him with that fucker.” 

“So what do you think? Up for a little fun?” He says as he looks at you with mirth in his eyes, waiting for you to catch on. When you do, you can’t help but gasp at the implications of his words.

“Are you serious?”

He grins cheekily, “Let’s go to the same place he’s taking his date, but in disguise.”

“That does sound fun…” Suguru looks at you with anticipation. “But it’s very childish.”

“Yep.”

“And he might see us.”

“That’s a possibility.”

“He’ll be pissed, too…”

“Oh, he will.” He smirks and you can’t help but mirror his expression.

“I’m in.”

“Hey! What are you two whispering about?”

“Hm? Just girl talk, you wouldn’t get it.” You answer, and you hear Suguru snicker in the back. You also can’t help the cheeky grin forming on your lips when you notice Satoru’s expression, but you don’t give him time to argue. “Hey, where did you say your date was, again?”

That’s how you find yourself standing before the restaurant. You can’t help but scoff at the sight.

“Papa’s, seriously? It’s like he’s begging to get dumped!”

Your eyes shift to Suguru, and you burst out laughing at the sight. “You look absolutely ridiculous.” You say with a grin, and he mirrors your expression with a raised brow.

“Oh, and you don’t?”

Your eyes meet and you try to hold it in, – you’re smiling so wide it hurts your cheeks. Suguru turns his neck and averts his eyes so he doesn’t laugh, but you can see the grin stretching his lips.

“The mustache is killing me, man, I’m gonna blow our cover!” You laugh, “Take it off.”

“And ruin the vibe I went for?” He shakes his head, “Just say you want to sabotage me.”

“I do! You look way too hot in this, our cover will be blown immediately!” You tease.

He arches a brow, a hint of amusement gleaming in his eyes, “Do I now?”

“Uh uh,” You nod, “I’m this close to calling off the operation just so I can rock your world.” He lets out a deep laugh, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes crinkle in amusement.

You return his smile.

What should have been a depressing evening turned into one of the funniest nights of your life. You would try your best to keep yourself from laughing while Suguru would act all serious, without a hint of a smile. He plays his part so well that he makes it even harder for you to keep up your facade. Your laughter echoes through the streets as you try hard not to attract attention, failing spectacularly when you happen to catch a glimpse of Suguru’s costume, –  especially his top hat. 

He has to be the only person in the world who’d think of dressing up as freaking Abraham Lincoln to spy on someone.

After this night, the bond between you two grows even stronger. Late-night conversations become the norm, and you’ve grown used to hanging out without Satoru.

It’s also due to the fact that Satoru would always find himself too busy to spend time with you, for some reason. He also misses on movie nights, and Satoru usually never misses movie nights.

You suspect it has to be because he’s seeing that girl from the Café.

You don’t want to think about it. Nor do you want to think about the distance that is growing between you. Yet you can’t deny that you miss him.

You miss him terribly, because he’s always been the only constant in your life and now it seems like he isn’t anymore. You’ve always shared everything with him, and him with you, so having him act so cold towards you feels strange. It feels like a knife in your heart.

You exhale, your finger hovering over the send button as you contemplate whether to send the message. Even if you don’t think you’ve done anything wrong, you refuse to let miscommunication come between the two of you.

you SATORU . you still coming tonight???:p

No. Too casual.

you wyd tonight? still on 4 movie night?;)

Ugh, too horny.

you Are you coming tonight or are you still avoiding us?

Hell no. Too truthful.

you you coming tonight?

Sent. As soon as you hit the send button, you throw your phone on the couch and bury it under a mountain of pillows. You sigh, feeling slightly stupid for freaking out over such a simple text.

But you never fight with Satoru, this is something you just don't do.

You’re so lost in your own embarrassment that you don’t see the screen of your phone light up, displaying Satoru’s contact name in bold letters.

satoru yeah i'll be there

The scent of sugar fills the kitchen, and you’re lost in thought as you watch the bag of dried corn turn into sweet treats under the microwave’s heat. You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, and Suguru groans at the sound.

“My mom used to say sighs brought out the devil.” He lifts a brow. “At this rate I’ll have to incense the whole house when you leave.”

“Your mom’s way too superstitious, and you know that.” You roll your eyes. “But if the devil’s real I hope he takes you first. You’re a pain in my ass.”

He hums with a small smile, “Seems like you’re in a mood to me.”

“Classy. And a bit sexist.”

“You know what else’s classy? Not burning up the only bag of popcorn we have.” He throws with a smirk as he leaves the kitchen.

You curse at him under your breath and make quick work to retrieve what can be saved. When you’re done, you meet him on the sofa, and find him already sprawled out.

He scoots over to make room for you, and you let yourself fall on the cushions, propping your legs on his thighs. You place the bowl between the two of you, and there’s silence before you hear Suguru snort.

“I tried, okay? It was all burnt!”

“You’re so not talented at this.” He bites his lip to avoid laughing, while his gaze keeps flickering from the bowl to your eyes.

“Stop looking at it!” You move the bowl out of his sight, “You won’t have any if you keep making fun of me.” You threaten, and Suguru retreats, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright! Give it back and sit down, the movie’s starting.” 

“I wish someone loved me like this.” 

You don’t realize you’ve said this out loud until you feel Suguru’s burning gaze on you. You don’t know if it’s because you’ve suddenly blurted out a lame, depressing confession, or because he thinks you’re crazy for saying it when you’re watching Shrek.

“I’m sure there is.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right.”

You turn your gaze back to the TV, but you can’t ignore the look he’s giving you. You try to ignore it, but he doesn’t let it go. And you know he has something to say. Something you won’t like.

“What?” You finally blurt out, appraising him with narrowed eyes.

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Tell who?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He gives you a blank stare, unimpressed by your act. “Everyone and their mother knows you have it bad for Satoru.”

“Suguru…” You groan.

“Go on, tell me I’m wrong.”

Your mouth opens to try and muster up a lie, but you can’t come up with anything. You can’t lie about this, and he knows it.

He smiles, “See? You can’t even deny it.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Oh, did he tell you? Or did you just pull this one out of your ass?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him away. He chuckles, enjoying the sheer embarrassment displayed on your face. 

“You know he didn’t. But come on! You and I both know he never misses movie night, and he’s been bailing on us for weeks now.” You frown, “What kind of best friend does that?”

Suguru hums. “Yeah, sure. A best friend.”

You look at him with arched brows. He’s testing your limits, and while you’re used to this side of him, you’re not in the mood to play. At this point, you’ve both drowned out the sound of the TV, you glaring at him for forcing you to face the truth, and him just waiting for you to come to terms with your own feelings.

You let out a humorless laugh, throwing your hands in the air, “You know what?” 

“Yes, I’m in love with Satoru! So what? Do you expect me to run to his house and confess my undying love for him before it’s ‘too late’?” You exclaim, and you’re too engrossed in your speech to notice Suguru’s panicked expression as he looks over your shoulder, or his hand gestures signaling you to cut the conversation short.

You don’t realise you’re no longer alone until the sound of movement startles you. You turn around with a jump, and what you see makes your blood run cold. Satoru is standing in the doorway, his presence having gone unnoticed until then. You can see the shock on his face, a mixture of surprise and confusion.

You’re paralyzed. 

You feel like the sick butt of a joke. And if the fact that your childhood best friend heard you profess your love for him wasn't enough to make you wish you were dead, it’s the look on his face that crushes you the most.

His eyes search for yours in hope you’ll explain yourself, and it makes you want to disappear from the surface of the Earth.

You never wanted him to know. You never wanted him to look at you like this. Like… he pitied you.

Suguru extends an arm to hold you back, but he’s a few seconds too late. You can’t bear this, so much that you don’t let anyone say a single word before you flee the apartment, ducking under Satoru’s arm without sparing him a glance.

You absolutely won’t stand there and listen to him apologize for not feeling the same way you do.

You refuse to feel your best friends’ sorry glances on you as they comfort you. You know it’s cowardly, that you should just stayed and talked about the elephant in the room, or just lied your way out of it.

You didn't, though. You fled, and the shame is eating you alive, but you couldn't stay there.

Not today. Your dignity won’t let you.

Yet, it seems like fate has other plans for you, because you hear quick, familiar,  footsteps hurrying towards you.

And you know it’s him. 

Him? What do you mean by him? Help a poor writer out!

Suguru Geto, who else?

Of course it's Gojo Satoru.

hello hello, welcome to my standalone first choose your own adventure!! there are three routes to this story (one has two possible branches), two are already out, one is coming soon! i absolutely loved working on this, although this took lots of time. i hope you enjoy it!

rbs are much appreciated <3