#we be head bopping along baby

[hplonesomeart]

Obligatory update on the project yeah yeah!

Although I don’t want to outright spoil all the progress I’ve made so far, I can’t deny that I’m ready to brag about this spin segment looking hella cool jksjsksp. Just need to maybe add in the flame movement for the background + fix that one minions broken face but otherwise this part is complete :D

[rinasauruss]

magnetic mishap | bucky barnes

summary: you bought magnets for Bucky's arm, forgetting that vibranium is not magnetic

warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, gn!reader, drunk!reader, alcohol consumption, tears, bucky in love™ (if i missed any pls lmk!)

word count: 0.8k

A/N: (i'd previously posted this on another account but i decided to just post it here instead, so if you've read this before, pretend like you didn't :P) i saw a post about this and i couldn't help myself! this is my first ever bucky fic! i hope i did him justice :) English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar/ spelling mistakes. feedback is appreciated!

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the floor lamp casting a warm ambiance. Bucky Barnes sat on the olive-colored couch, resting his head on the taupe throw pillows you'd fawned over at the flea market, obsessing over the embroidered leaves on the pillows, exclaiming how well they'd match with the couch you'd bought when you first moved in the apartment. That was a memory he was fond of. It was after your first year together- when you moved in together, deciding to look for apartments in Brooklyn.

His legs were propped up comfortably on the other end of the couch. A copy of The Hobbit you gifted him sat in his hands, his eyes flitting over each word, totally engrossed in the worn-out book with deckle edges and a spine that can barely hold up itself he'd read many times.

He looked up from his reading as muffled giggles and the clinking of keys sounded from outside, along with a few curse words as you tried to fit the keys into the lock. After a minute or so, the front door creaked open, and in you came, a stumbling, drunken mess. Bucky's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, his heart constricting at the bright look on your face as your eyes zeroed in on him.

"Hi, baby!" You called out, your voice slightly slurred with the telltale signs of a fun night out with your friends.

Bucky closed his book, placed it on the coffee table, and waited for you to reach the couch, a smile spreading across his face. He loved these moments- when you returned home all giddy and carefree. You were a ray of sunshine, lighting up his dark, lonely world.

"Hey, sweetheart," Bucky replied, his voice filled with affection, and adoration, as he watched you walk towards him. His eyes were twinkling with love as you finally reached him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you into his lap, and you immediately snuggled up, like it was second nature for you- which it was. "You had a good time tonight?"

You nodded enthusiastically, your head all but bopped up and down and swayed from side to side, your face flushed. "The best time! We danced, and- and we... oh! I have something for you!" You reached into your purse, retrieving a small package wrapped in colorful paper.

Bucky's curiosity was piqued as he took the package from you, carefully unwrapping it, and revealing a set of magnets. His eyes widened in surprise. "Magnets?"

You nodded again, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "For your arm!" Your words slurred slightly as you laughed, your intoxication making the idea seem absolutely brilliant.

You took out a heart-shaped magnet, trying to stick it on Bucky's arm, to no avail. It kept falling; you huffed, annoyed, and took out another magnet from the set, this time, one shaped like a rocket ship. Aggravation was quick to take the place of your excitement when it kept falling as well.

Bucky chuckled softly, his heart melting at your drunken enthusiasm. He glanced down at his vibranium arm, knowing that the magnets wouldn't stick, he felt kind of guilty having to break the news to you. "Doll, vibranium isn't magnetic."

Your smile faltered, and your brows furrowed in disappointment. Your intoxicated glee quickly transformed into genuine heartbreak, as tears welled up in your eyes. "I... I didn't think about that," you murmured, voice laced with sadness and disappointment.

Bucky's heart ached at the sight of your distress. He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Hey, hey, it's alright," he whispered soothingly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You didn't know. It's the thought that counts." 

You sniffled, lower lip trembling. "But I wanted to your arm to look even cooler. Imagine how cool it would look with magnets, Buck." 

Bucky's heart swelled with love and adoration. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing at your antics. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed at the feathery touch of his lips, seemingly content for the time being. 

"I love you, Bucky," you whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, your eyes shimmering with affection.

"I love you more than words can express," Bucky confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.

At that moment, everything else faded away. Sat in Bucky's lap, wrapped in his arms, your love for one another radiating throughout the room. 

"C'mon," Bucky ushered, "let's get you to bed, honey." His voice was gentle.

"Next time, I'm getting stickers," you mumbled to yourself, a very serious look on your face.

Bucky smiled blissfully, a blush adorning his face. As he held you, he knew that his love for you was unbreakable, even in the face of small disappointments. Your bond was stronger than any magnet could ever be.

i hope you liked it, pls let me know what you thought of this. likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[boba-beom]

are we just finding out that soobin’s got mirrors on his bedroom ceiling or is it just me 🫠😵‍💫 bc are you thinking what I’m thinking 🫠

soobin hard thoughts

soobin eating you out OR soobin getting head and recording the ceiling pov

soobin invites your over to hang out because he knows just how fascinated you get over his mirrored ceiling. you both sit on his bed, and you go from talking, to being a little touchy with one another, and eventually start making out.

he ends up lightly pushing you so you’re laying down, head against the pillows and his body resting between your legs. you look up at the ceiling and you watch the way he descends down your body. his face buried in your neck to kiss you at every single sweet spot he knows, lifting your top to trail kisses between the mounds of your boobs.

your eyes never leave your reflections on the ceiling. he takes his time suckling on your nipples, kissing around your tits until he decides to trail even lower down your abdomen. he discards your lower garments, leaving you bare in front of him and your reflections.

“wanna feel good sweetheart?” is all he says before you let out an airy ‘yes’.

in your reflection your eyes focus on the back of his head, the way he settles between your thighs, kissing and licking small areas here and there before planting wet kisses along your slit up to your clit. once he starts eating you out with so much dedication and attention to your body reacting to his movements, he puts your legs over his shoulders. the view of your legs splayed on his back with the back of your heel digging between his shoulder blades.

“keep your eyes on the ceiling. I want you to watch yourself while I make you cum.”

OR

soobin lures you further onto the bed by making out with you, both your hands wandering until he grabs ahold of yours and places it on top of his bulge. you start palming him through his thin pyjama bottoms, knowing he isn’t wearing underwear underneath as your fingers feel a couple of veins on his shaft.

“want my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?” and you nod, wanting nothing more than that right now.

his eyes literally light up when you situate yourself between his legs, laying on your stomach and pulling his flimsy pj bottoms down.

you waste no time and start sucking on the head of his dick, eliciting soft moans out of him all while he takes his phone out and records both your reflections. the movement of your head bopping up and down his shaft through his camera has him twitching in your mouth.

you keep taking him further and deeper until he’s essentially throat fucking you, yet he doesn’t hold back his whine and moans. just know when you both rewatch the video all you can hear are his soft ‘hah- oh yes, yes baby. mmm yes like that. fuck, i wanna cum in your mouth, be good and swallow, yeah?’

and he does, his abdomen twitching as he spurts his last few droplets in your mouth and pans the camera to you showing him his load pooling on your tongue before swallowing it with an innocent smile at the end.

[spanktony]

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES - maddy perez

summary: you can paired up with maddy for a project, little do you know there’s some lingering feelings in the air.

words: 3.8k

warnings: 18+, riding, g!p reader, reader being oblivious, rue, elliot & reader talk abt pegging and b*ssy 😭

notes: might be ooc maddy or bad dialogue, haven’t wrote for my baby in a while! sorry!

navigation. request.

"Maddy and Y/N."

Maddy didn't exactly know you, but yes, she's seen you. She had noticed you from a distance, watching as you'd come to school on your skateboard nearly every day, and on the days you didn't, you'd gotten a ride from Elliot.

Then you'd proceed to come into fifth period with baggy pants, a beanie on your head, and a nonchalant attitude.

Maddy wondered what it would be like to strike up a conversation with you. But, Maddy couldn't gather the courage to approach you, fearing rejection or awkwardness.

Maddy often found herself stealing glances at you during class, watching you bop your head to the music playing through your earphones.

Maddy couldn't help but wonder what kind of music you were listening to and if you'd ever consider sharing your playlist with her.

You take your wired airpod out of your ear, making sure you heard your teacher correctly. You glance around the classroom, catching Maddy's eye. She quickly looks away, blushing slightly.

"So! Now to go over your assignment." You lean back in your chair, listening to the instructions your teacher is giving. "As we all know, spring break is coming up, and I'm sure many of you have exciting plans. Although, the school wants to do something fun to celebrate the break. We thought it would be a great idea for you guys to come up with an event-type fundraiser for the school. It could be anything from a bake sale to a talent show, as long as it's creative and engaging."

Your teacher pauses, scanning the room for reactions. "Then, once you finish your assignment, the school will vote for the best event idea, and we will make it happen during spring break. This way, you will not only have a chance to showcase your creativity but also contribute to the school community in a meaningful way. So, let's brainstorm and come up with some amazing event ideas that will make this spring break even more memorable!"

Your teacher claps, encouraging the class to get up and start sharing their event ideas with their partner. The class gets up, except for you. You hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit unsure about Maddy being your partner.

Now, you didn't know Maddy personally, but you had heard some rumors about her, and you knew her boyfriend, Nate, a dickhead who'd often cause trouble. One time, Nate chased you with her truck, nearly running you over as you frantically tried to escape on your skateboard.

You never talked to Nate nor even looked his way, but he had always given you menacing looks whenever you crossed paths, along with the rest of the football team. It was tiring, annoying, and made you feel constantly on edge whenever you were near them.

You're knocked out of your thoughts when Maddy appears in front of your sight, a slight smile on her lips. "Y/N, right?" You nod, sitting up in your seat. "Yeah..." Maddy chuckles and nods, her smile widening.

"Were you gonna keep thinking about the great depression or come over to my desk so we can discuss this project?" You crack a smile at Maddy's playful comment and quickly gather your belongings, making your way over to her desk.

-

You're at Maddy's house. It's been a week since you've been working on the project together. Maddy had a completely different personality from her boyfriend. She was inviting but at the same time closed off, she'd open up about her interests and passions but rarely talked about her personal life or emotions.

You move to the edge of the bed, taking your notebook with you. "So...uh, so far we have a spring dance, a photography exhibit, and a...twerk party? Did you add that one?"

Maddy giggles, hiding her face behind her hands. "No, that one was all you," she says, her laughter contagious. "I swear I didn't write that." You can't help but smile at Maddy's infectious laughter. It's refreshing to see her so carefree and playful, even if she still keeps certain aspects of herself guarded.

Maddy crawls to the edge of the bed, leaning in to read the notebook. You hold in your breath, her being so close to you, sending a rush of warmth through your body. "You can add karaoke, that sounds fun," Maddy suggests, you nod, taking the pencil from behind your ear and jotting down her suggestion in the notebook.

Maddy bites down on her lip, watching you with a smile. "What...?" You whisper, confused and intrigued by her sudden change in demeanor. She leans in closer, her eyes dancing across your face.

"Do you always ride your skateboard to school? I've been meaning to ask." You feel a flutter of excitement at Maddy's interest in your daily routine. "Yeah, I've been skateboarding to school for a while now. I have a car, but it's more fun, to be honest," you reply, fiddling with the pencil in your hands.

Maddy's eyes fall to your skateboard propped on her wall before falling back on you. "You look hot when you ride it too." Her compliment catches you off guard, and a blush creeps up on your cheeks. "Thanks, Maddy," you say with a shy smile.

"We can take a break," Maddy suggests, taking the notebook out of your lap and setting it aside. You lay back against Maddy's bed, and she does the same, turning her head towards you.

"Any more ideas?" You ask, turning your head towards her. Maddy smiles, "Girl, what part of a break don't you understand?" You chuckle at Maddy's response, your face heating up. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Maddy reassures you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. You turn on your side, propping your head up with your hand. Maddy does the same, jokingly mocking you. "You know, I was thinking we should totally have a secret handshake. Something so ridiculous, only we'd get it."

You laugh at Maddy's suggestion, imagining the two of you coming up with a silly secret handshake. "Like what?"

Maddy sits up, sitting on her feet. You sit up as well, sitting criss-cross apple sauce. Maddy softly takes your hand, "We could dap up..." She moves your hand to the side and starts doing a series of intricate hand movements, "then do a link our pinkies...and seal it with a kiss."

You watch in awe as Maddy effortlessly demonstrates the complex sequence of hand movements. The idea of sealing the secret handshake with a kiss makes you blush, feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine.

"Ready?" Maddy asks, her eyes filled with excitement. You nod eagerly, beginning the intricate hand movements. As you mirror Maddy's movements, your fingers fumble at first, but with each repetition, you start to gain confidence and precision, sealing it with a kiss every time.

"Maddy!" Someone shouts from behind, interrupting your secret handshake. Startled, you quickly break away, turning around to see Maddy's mom at the door. "Dinners ready."

You exchange a sheepish glance with Maddy. "I should probably get going." You say to Maddy, glancing at her door, her mom now gone. Maddy nods understandingly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Yeah, I guess we can finish practicing our handshake later," she says with a small smile.

You reluctantly leave, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the next time you see Maddy.

-

You lean against Rue's locker, watching the students pass by in the bustling hallway. Thoughts of Maddy replay in your mind making you smile to yourself. Maybe there's something more between you two than just friendship.

But your smile fades, remembering Nate Jacobs. We're they still together? How bad would it be if you did try to pursue Maddy?

Regardless of the bad thoughts running through your head, you can't deny the growing connection you feel towards her, leaving you torn between taking a chance or playing it safe.

You take out your airpod, glancing between Elliot and Rue. "Guys...am I attractive?" Elliot and Rue stop their conversation, exchanging puzzled looks. "Yes," Elliot simply says.

"I'd say so, yes," Rue adds, nodding her head.

Their affirmations boost your confidence, but a part of you still questions if their opinions are biased. Nevertheless, their words provide a small glimmer of hope that pursuing something with Maddy might not be as complicated as you initially thought.

"Let's say...there's this girl, right?" They both nod, and you continue. "And...she's like...giving... I want you, but I don't know if you want me vibes, you know?" Elliot raises an eyebrow while Rue stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

"Like! I know she likes likes me, but I don't know how to let her know I like like her." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right words to convey your dilemma. "It's like we're both playing this game and we're afraid to make the first move because we don't want to get rejected or ruin our friendship."

Rue shrugs. "Sounds like you both need a little push," she suggests. "Maybe stop being a little bitch and make a move?" You chuckle nervously at Rue's straightforward advice, appreciating her bluntness. "I guess you're right," you reply.

Elliot puts his hands on his hips. "But are you not curious as to who she's talking about?" Elliot asks Rue, raising an eyebrow.

"It's probably BB." You grimace, "That's not funny, Rue." Elliot tilts his head, confused. "BB? Like, the vape addict, BB?" Rue nods at Elliot, confirming his suspicions.

"You're gross..." He mutters, frowning at you. You make a blank face, "It's not BB, bro."

Elliot puts a hand over his heart. "Oh, thank god." "Who is it then?" Elliot asks, his curiosity piqued. You pause for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal the truth. "Uh..."

Just then, Maddy walks up to you, smiling slightly. "Hey, Y/N." You smile, giving the girl a small wave. "Hey, Rue and Elliot," Maddy adds, earning tight-lipped smiles and nods from the two.

Maddy then holds out her hand, and you're surprised she'd wanna do the handshake in front of Elliot and Rue. You quickly glance at them before reluctantly taking Maddy's hand and reciprocating the handshake, indeed ending it with a kiss.

While you release your grip, you notice a flicker of confusion in Elliot's eyes, but he remains silent. Rue, on the other hand, seems unfazed and continues to observe the interaction with a calm expression.

"Walk me to class?" Maddy asks. You hesitate for a moment, aware of the potential consequences of being seen together, but ultimately decide to go along with it. "Sure," you respond, offering her a small smile as the two of you start walking towards her class.

As expected, Nate Jacobs passed the two of you without acknowledging your presence. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. You turn around to see if he's still watching, but he's already disappeared into the crowd of students. You feel a sense of relief, grateful that he didn't make a scene or confront you about being with Maddy.

-

Elliot takes a hit of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. Rue lets out a sigh. "I can't believe a community service event won against your and Maddy's spring dance."

You shrug. "I don't really care. I still got the A." Elliot nods. "So, do you and Maddy still talk? Or have you been talking during the break?"

You hum, "Yeah, we'll Facetime a bit and hang out every now and then." Elliot raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. Are you two just friends, or is there something more going on?"

"Just friends." You confirm. Rue cuts in, "Because you're a little bitchhhh..." You roll your eyes at Rue's comment. "Aren't you the one who nearly skipped town with Jules?"

"Yeah, well, that's different. Jules and I have a deeper connection," Rue retorts defensively. You shake your head, not wanting to get into an argument with Rue. "Whatever."

You glance at Elliot, hoping to change the subject. "So, Elliot, what about you? Are you seeing anyone special?" Elliot chuckles and shakes his head. "Nope, just enjoying the single life for now."

"I think he secretly wants to have a threesome with Jules and me." You and Elliot burst into laughter at Rue's comment, finding it amusing but also slightly uncomfortable. "I think you and Jules want me to want to have a threesome with you guys so you can feel good about yourselves."

Rue raises an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that what you think? You're totally wrong."

"What if we had a threesome?" Elliot suggests, jokingly. Rue laughs. "Yeah, and we just pegged Elliot the entire time." Elliot joins in on the laughter but quickly interjects, "Woah, woah! Why me?"

Rue smirks mischievously. "Well, you did bring up the idea, didn't you? It's only fair that you take the spotlight." Elliot's face turns slightly red as he stammers, "I-I was just kidding! I didn't actually mean it!"

You grimace, "Enough about pegging! I just got reminded of Silento."

"Silento? What does he have to do with this conversation?" Rue asks, raising an eyebrow.

Elliot mouths, "Bussy," and Rue frowns, fake gagging.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, distracting you from the strange conversation. You quickly pull it out to see a message from Maddy, smiling at the message.

maddy - wyd

"Maddy just texted me, what am I doing?" Rue lets out a dramatic gasp. "She's a wyd warrior? Brace yourself, Y/N." You chuckle at Rue's dramatic reaction.

you - nm, u?

maddy - home alone and extremely bored

maddy - you wanna come over?

"Holy shit." Elliot is nearly breaking his neck to look at your phone screen. "Maddy wants you to come over? She def wants to fuck." You raise an eyebrow at Elliot's assumption and shake your head.

"No she doesn't." You look at Elliot who stares at you with a raised eyebrow. "She doesn't!"

Rue joins in, "Then she would've asked for Cassie. Not you." Elliot nods in agreement. "And she's home alone."

You consider their points for a moment, realizing that they may have a valid argument. Anyway, you still believe that Maddy's intention is simply to alleviate her boredom. "Well, maybe she just feels more comfortable hanging out with me," you suggest.

"Why are you plotting your own downfall?" Rue raises an eyebrow, questioning your reasoning. Elliot chimes in, "If Maddy wanted company, she could have invited anyone else. It seems weird that she specifically asked for you."

you - omw

You get up from the bed and say, "See you guys later."

Rue yells after you, "Don't be a little bitch!"

-

"Why are your parents out?" You ask Maddy, plopping down on her bed. Maddy shrugs and replies, "They went out for dinner. My dad finally found a job."

You raise an eyebrow at Maddy's response and ask, "So why did you specifically want me to come over tonight?" Maddy hesitates for a moment before saying, "I just thought it would be nice to have some company."

You sense there's something more to Maddy's invitation, but you decide not to push further. Instead, you lean back on her bed and let out a contented sigh. Maddy sits on her feet before lying down beside you.

"You smell like cigarettes." You glance at Maddy, slightly surprised by her comment. "Oh, sorry about that," you say, realizing that the faint smell of cigarettes must have clung to your clothes from earlier. "I was hanging out with some friends earlier, and they were smoking."

Maddy stares at your face, and you feel yourself becoming self-conscious under her gaze. "I am so jealous of your eyebrows," her thumb begins, tracing the shape of your brow.

"They're so perfectly arched," she continues, a small smile playing on her lips. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you thank her for the compliment, appreciating her attention to detail.

Maddy's eyes leave your eyebrows and fall to your lips. You notice a flicker of curiosity in her gaze as she leans in slightly. You clench your jaw, frozen in place, you were nervous as fuck. Your heart pounds in your chest, unsure of what might happen next.

Maddy pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Sensing your unease, she leans back slightly, giving you space.

Shit...did you just blow it? You watch Maddy's reaction, you try to gather your thoughts and find the right words to salvage the moment. The silence hangs heavy in the air, and you swallow hard, feeling the weight of the missed opportunity.

-

"No fucking way," Elliot mumbles as you finish your sentence. He shakes his head in disbelief. "You fumbled badly."

You run a hand down your face, "I know." Elliot pats you on the back, "Have fun dealing with that one. I gotta get to class."

You narrow your eyes, "Since when did you start going to class?"

Elliot chuckles, "Since I realized that I might not be getting my diploma." You give him a playful shove, "Well, good luck with that. Maybe I'll see you at graduation."

Elliot raises an eyebrow, "Don't hold your breath." He turns and walks away, leaving you alone to ponder the consequences of your missed kiss with Maddy.

You lean against your locker, scrolling through your playlists before landing on the one you made for Maddy. Well, she didn't know you did because you hadn't shown her yet.

You press play, and the familiar melodies fill your ears, but suddenly your headphones get snatched from your ear. You lift your head to see one of the footballers, Tyler, smirking down at you. "Who the hell still wears wires?"

You roll your eyes, annoyed by Tyler's interruption, reaching out to grab them back. Tyler chuckles and shrugs, moving them before you can reach them. "You should upgrade to wireless, man. It's the future," he says with a teasing tone.

"You're so fucking annoying." You mumble, exasperated by Tyler's teasing. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Tyler's smirk fades as he hears your response, his playful demeanor turning more serious.

He leans in closer, his voice lowering as he confronts you. "You better watch your mouth, or you'll regret it."

"This isn't some Disney show, dude. Can I just have my headphones back?" You ask, trying to diffuse the tension. Tyler's eyes narrow as he considers your request, his grip on your headphones tightening. "Maybe I'll give them back if you apologize," he proposes, a hint of superiority in his voice.

"Nah, man. I can always buy another pair." You say, attempting to walk away from the escalating situation. But before you can take a step, Tyler slams you back against the locker, throwing your headphones on the ground before stomping on them.

"Why? They're right there." He smirks, pointing at the broken headphones. He pats your shoulder before walking away, leaving you stunned and seething with anger. You stand there, anger boiling inside you.

He was a dickhead who obviously craved attention because he lacks it at home.

"What the hell happened to you?" You turn around to see Maddy approaching with a concerned look on her face. You take a deep breath, "Nothing, but I'm about to leave school."

Maddy's concern deepens as she notices the anger in your voice. "Are you sure you're okay? You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether or not to confide in her about Tyler's actions. You nod, picking up your broken headphones.

"You wanna come with?" Maddy hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She finally nods and says, "Yeah, I'll come with you." You smile gratefully at her.

-

The sun has now set, and you're in your car in a secluded area. Maddy smiles, the last song on the playlist you made from her finishing. "Send me that now!"

You laugh, "I will, swear."

You feel a sense of relief knowing that Maddy enjoyed the playlist you made for her. You meet Maddy's gaze, and your heart swells with gratitude for her presence and the connection you share.

Rue's words echo in your mind, "Don't be a little bitch."

You take a deep breath, letting Rue's words motivate you to push through any fear or hesitation. You softly place a hand on Maddy's cheek, pulling her into a gentle kiss. Maddy sinks in the kiss, leaning forward to deepen the kiss.

The kiss deepens, and you can feel Maddy's nails lightly graze the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Without hesitating, you pull the Latina into your lap with slightly shaking hands.

You pull away in a desperate need for air, but Maddy takes this as a chance to attack your neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin, while grinding in your lap.

You let out a low groan, grasping her hips tightly as you surrender to the energy between you. Maddy's lips trail to your neck, to your jaw, and then back in an intense kiss, her hands roaming over your body.

The kiss becomes messy, her tongue sliding against yours, making your head swim with lust.  Your hands lift her skirt up, feeling the heat and smoothness of her thighs beneath your fingertips.

Maddy's breath hitches, pulling away from the kiss. You think you've done something wrong, but then you see the hunger in her eyes and the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. She leans in close, whispering in your ear, "I wanna ride you so bad."

Heat pools in your lower abdomen as you imagine Maddy straddling you, her body pressed against yours, moving in sync with your every touch. You bring Maddy into another kiss, she begins to grind on your hard-on, her movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

You lift Maddy up slightly, pulling down your pants with one hand while supporting her with the other. You reach back into her skirt, moving her underwear aside, before sliding into her wetness. 

Maddy moans softly, her nails digging into your shoulder as she begins to move her hips in rhythm with your thrusts.

The eye contact is strong, fueling the intensity between you both. Maddy's gasps become louder, her body arching against yours in, "Mm..fuck! You feel so good, baby."

You let out a small groan, throwing your head back against your seat as the pleasure builds. Maddy's moans fill the confined space of the car, encouraging you to increase the pace, lost in the passionate moment.

Your hands grip her waist tighter, guiding her movements as the desire between you escalates.  The car rocks with each thrust, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the enclosed space. The intensity reaches its peak, and with one final gasp, Maddy explodes into a state of euphoria, holding onto you tightly.

"Y/N!!" You hold onto her, her body trembling in your arms as she catches her breath. You gently stroke her hair, whispering words of comfort and affection as you both bask in the afterglow.

[lovegalor333]

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sick day pt 2 (previous part)

summary: paige caught your cold, now the roles are reversed and you look after her

content warnings: none!

request by: anon, this one for u bby 💋

You were getting ready for a day of studying at the library, after being away from classes while you were sick, you had a lot of catching up to do. You packed your bag with books, your laptop and headphones of course, you wouldn’t be able to concentrate without music. You felt almost completely better, Paige had nursed you back to health with all her home remedies and lots of hugs.

A knock at your door caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting anyone. Your roommates were either at work or in class and Paige was at her morning workout.

You opened the door sceptically and was met with a very sorry looking Paige. Her eyes were hooded and her nose three shades redder than usual, she looked exhausted.

“Hi P, what are you doing here?” You ask but you have a feeling you already know the answer. Paige looked just like you did a few days ago. She was sick.

“Geno sent me home. I’m sick.” She pouted and you opened your arms for your girlfriend to fall into. Despite Paige standing almost a whole foot taller than you, you still managed to wrap her in your arms tightly and pull her into your apartment.

“I don’t want to say I told you so but I did indeed tell you so.” You say in jest, you had warned Paige not to get too close to you but she insisted on staying by your side until you felt better, she continued to hug and kiss you as if nothing was wrong and now she was paying the price.

“I just wanted to look after you.” Paige replied, her voice croaking and she winced at the feeling.

“I know baby and I love you so much, now it’s my turn to look after you.” You say, slipping her bag off her shoulder and taking her hand in yours, “Let’s get you to bed.” You rub soft circles on the back of her hand as you lead her to your bedroom.

You pick out some shorts and t-shirt Paige had left at your place since she stays over so often. “Arms up baby.” You instruct Paige, who’s now sat limp on the edge of your bed, shoulders slouched and eyes squinting. You remember how the bright light stung your eyes while were sick and you flick it off at the switch, the natural day light streaming through the window lighting the room instead.

Paige lifts her arms and you slip her training shirt off her head, it finding a new home on your floor and she’s left in just her sports bra and sweats. “On or off?” You ask pointing at her bra, not knowing if she’d feel more comfortable with it off. “Off please.” She mutters, lifting her arms again for you to remove the bra and you do, your hands grazing along her skin in the process and you feel how hot she is. “You have a temperature my love, we gotta get that down.” You tell her, helping her slip her arms into the t-shirt you provided.

You swap Paiges sweats for pyjama shorts and you think about the delicacy and intimacy of you undressing your girlfriend so she’s completely exposed just to dress her again in something more comfortable and you love that you have these simple, domestic moments with Paige. You have amazing sex too and that’s great but you’re grateful you can not only find pleasure in each other but comfort as well.

You gently untie Paiges signature braids after she complains of a headache and you run your fingers through her hair massaging her scalp as you go. She hmms in response to your soothing touch and you continue for a while longer hoping to release any tension the tight braids had caused.

Your sheets were freshly washed and smelled of comforting lavender and you opened them, guiding Paige to rest against your pillows. She sneezes a few times, her head bopping down as she does and you know she’s sick and not feeling good but you can’t help but find her mannerisms so cute.

“OK, I’m getting water, medicine and I picked up a little something especially for this situation. Any requests from the kitchen, my pretty patient?” You ask Paige stroking her face gently and her eyes flutter closed at your gesture, “Maybe some goldfish?” She asks looking up at you, eyes heavy with sickness and adoration for you, even when she was ill, Paige still looked at you with so much love, you were grateful you had some so special that looked after you when you needed it and that you could look after when she needed it. “Of course.” You press a kiss to her forehead and drag your blanket over and around her shoulders as you notice her shivering slightly.

You gather everything you need and take it back to Paige, her head is rested back and she looks as though she’s sleeping but she perks up at the sound of you entering the room again.

You provide Paige the pills you know will make her feel better the same way she did for you, holding a bottle of water to her lips for her the swallow the tablets.

“Before the Goldfish, drink this.” You say producing a small bottle filled with a ginger shot from your pocket and Paige immediately shakes her head, “No. Yuck. I’m not drinking that.” She refuses, clamping her lips shut.

“Oh come on P, it’ll help you.” You insist, unscrewing the cap.

“A hug would help me too.” She whispers, lifting up the duvet for you to join her in bed. “And I’ll give you all the hugs, all day and all night.” She smiles weakly, “…Once you drink this.” You say bringing the bottle to her lips and her small smile quickly drops.

“No. Not doing it.” She says voice hoarse and rough and you just know it hurts when she speaks.

“Paige, your voice sounds like rocks dragging on concrete. Please just take the ginger shot.” You plead, perching on the edge of the bed.

“I think you mean my voice sounds sexy.” She husks and you laugh at her attempt to divert the attention away from her refusal to drink the health shot in your hand.

“How about a compromise?” You offer and she raises her brows waiting for you continue. Deep down, you knew Paige was just a girl who liked girls, you especially, so you take her hand by her wrist and guide it under your shirt, placing it firmly against your left breast and Paiges eyes widen in shock. You offer her the shot once again and she takes it in one swift gulp, grimacing at the bitter taste. “I’ll take six more.” She grins, giving your tit a slight squeeze in her grasp.

“Alrighttt miss, enough of that.” You say removing her hand, “We’re trying to get that fever down, remember?”

Eventually you climb into bed next to Paige, changed back into pyjamas, studying at the library could wait, you had a sick girlfriend that needed some serious TLC and you were going to give it to her.

You ran a damp cloth over her forehead, praying for her fever to subside.

Paige snuggles into you as your turn on the TV starting the next episode of her favourite show, Greys Anatomy. Your hand falls to her back where you trace circles with your finger tips, “That feels really good. Don’t stop.” She mumbles into you, sniffling slightly. “I won’t baby. I’ll stay right here, like this.” You reassure her, “Get some rest, you need it.”

After some time, you feel Paiges breaths even out, she’d fallen asleep, head in your lap, arm rested on your legs and you keep your promise and continue tracing circles on her back. You’d do it all night if she asked, you’d do anything for the blonde girl that would do anything for you.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

[billiesgoodgirll]

lunch

warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing

a/n: i genuinely think i’ve forgotten to write smut i’m scared 

readers pov:

"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.

"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.

she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.

finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.

huh how weird.

brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.

she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.

the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.

it's like a cute pop song.

i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.

my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.

she smirks at me, i continue to listen.

i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.

i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.

so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.

oh my god.

the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.

she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.

baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.

i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.

"so what do you think angel?" she asks.

i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.

"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.

"yeah? you like it?" she teases,

"billieee," i whine.

"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.

i nod eagerly,

"words baby,"

"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.

she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.

one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.

she takes this as the opportunity to ask,

 "can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.

"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.

i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.

i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.

"please," i whine into the kiss,

"please what?"

"please touch me,"

she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.

i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.

she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.

her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.

"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.

i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.

she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.

my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.

she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.

i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.

i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.

"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirks 

rubbing and pumping faster.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.

"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.

"good girl," she praises me.

"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.

i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.

she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.

i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.

billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.

knowing she'll win easily.

she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.

"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.

she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.

"yes please," i say quickly.

"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.

"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.

"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.

i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.

"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.

my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.

i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.

"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.

i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.

"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.

"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.

i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.

my favourite strap around her waist.

pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.

"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.

"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.

billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.

"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.

they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.

"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.

"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.

if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.

"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.

“patience mama,” she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until i’m a moaning panting mess.

“that’s it, focus on me,” she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.

my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.

“keep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,” she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.

“good girl,” 

“faster,” i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.

“oh my god,” i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.

“you close pretty girl?” she asks in a low voice, 

“yes yes yes yes yes,” i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.

“im gonna cum,” i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.

“hold it,” she says, i immediately cry out i can’t hold it any longer.

“p…-please..just let me cum,” i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.

“oh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,” 

her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.

“oh baby, you did so so well i’m so proud of you what a good girl!” her words just get my worked up yet again.

i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when she’s cum whilst in me.

“already mama?” she chuckles, “you that needy for me?” she mockingly pouts at me.

“please billie,” i whine, knowing i’ll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.

“shit, okay sweetheart,” she lines up the toy with my entrance, “it’s gonna hurt a bit,” 

i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.

“you’re doing so well my love, just a bit more,” she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.

“y..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,” i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.

“okay angel,” she moves her hips and i cry out.

“sh sh sh, you’re okay,” she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.

billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.

“doing so good for me,” she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.

i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.

“you’re- s…so fuck!- so pretty,” i mange to get out barely.

“oh sweet girl why thank you, you’re absolutely perfect,” she chuckles going even harder.

the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.

“that’s it pretty girl, doing so well,” her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.

her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.

she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.

she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.

she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.

once her lips leave mine i rush out, “i’m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck… right there- don’t stop!” i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.

“cum for me mama,” and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.

it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.

i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.

“i’m gonna pull out now okay angel?” she softly says.

i nod, so incredibly exhausted.

she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling. 

“there we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,” she coos, praising me so much.

“you feel okay baby?” billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.

“i’m okay,” i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.

“let’s get you some water baby, ill be right back,” she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.

i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.

i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.

billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, she’s holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.

“i’ve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?” she’s always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.

billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.

“okay,” i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap there’s strawberries, raspberry’s watermelon and cut up apples.

she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.

“hang on baby, can i change the sheets? i don’t want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,” 

“uh huh,” she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.

she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.

i watch her in silence, it’s only when she’s done i realise i’m still naked.

“billie? can i wear your shirt please?” i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but there’s something so comforting about wearing billies.

“oh of course you can angel,” she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.

coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.

she hands them to me and i get changed, “thank you bil,” i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.

“come on let’s get you fed and rested,” she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.

she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.

“friends?” she doesn’t even need to ask really, she knows that’s what i’ll want to watch.

“of course,” i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.

“eat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,” she tells me.

i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.

“done!” i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.

“well done my love, i’m so so proud of you,” she kisses my forehead.

she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.

i never want to move from her arms.

“goodnight pretty girl,” is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.

[ketaundkrawall]

Keta und Krawall ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: a stupid accident leads to something you didn’t expect to happen.

Warnings: 18+ but read at your own risk, smut (lmao), alcohol consumption (mentioned), drug use (don’t do that guys), oral (m! receiving), public shenanigans in a club toilet and I guess that’s it

WC: 1k

A/N: abow guys here we are this is my first EVER published work lmao so pls bear with me. This shits not proofread bc I’m lazy. Also pls bear with me bc English isn’t my first language 👹

18+ under the cut!

To say the music that was blasting through the speakers in club was loud would definitely be an understatement.

“Want another one?” Helen, your best friend, screams over the music.

A nod and she was gone, leaving you swinging your hips to the music alone.

Nights like these were your favorite. Sweaty bodies moving in sync together to the beats of the music, mixing with the feeling and the high of just being free.

The sudden feeling of wetness against your back pulled you straight back out of your little bubble into reality.

Turning around you were met with a pair of blue eyes, widened in shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You could barely hear him say a sorry, since the music was way too loud.

“Fuck!” Giving him one last glare, you stormed off into the restrooms of the small club you were at.

It was small and definitely looked like it had seen better days. But you didn’t care.

Taking off your soaked shirt you let out a deep sigh, leaking against the sink.

“Hey.”

Startled, you turned around to look at the source of the voice coming from somewhere.

The guy who just poured his whole drink over your outfit was standing there in the doorway, scratching the back of his head. His blonde hair was messy, hanging in his eyes.

Sweat was covering his face as he looked at you. “I’m sorry about- uh that.” He said, nodding at the shirt in your hands.

“Oh it’s fine.”

He could definitely hear the venom in your voice. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”

That was surprising. Eying the man up and down you couldn’t suppress a grunt forming on your red colored lips.

“You’re Joost Klein.” That wasn’t a question.

Joost let out a small chuckle. “Alive and breathing I guess. So? Can I?”

Nodding, you grinned at him. “Actually yeah. Got 5€?”

Taking a small baggy out of your back pocket you looked up at him.

“Uh yeah sure.” Joost did look kinda confused as he looked at the small baggy in your hands while handing you the bill.

“Ever took ketamine?” You asked as you poured out a line on sink.

Seeing his adam’s apple bop in nervousness you knew what answer was coming. “No.”

“That’s okay. You don’t need to.” You said while sniffing the line, throwing your head back and closing your eyes before looking at him.

Holding the rolled bill out to him you grinned. “Unless you want to?”

And he didn’t need to be told twice. Laying out another line, you watched him sniff it.

Biting your lip as he threw his head back, exhaling softly.

The smile on your face didn’t fade as he looked into your eyes, making you both laugh.

When the laughing slowly started to bubble down, neither of you knew what was happening next.

Joosts hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you into his lap while your mouths clashed together into a heating kiss.

Feeling his tongue on your chapped lips, you opened them, giving him permission to slip it inside, fighting for dominance with your tongue.

And then your brain stopped working.

His growing hard on was suddenly very prominent against your thigh, only being separated by your tights and his jeans.

Pulling away your eyes met his again, silently asking for permission.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. “Go for it schatje (baby).”

Not breaking eye contact you got up from his lap and let yourself fall to your knees in front of him, pulling at his belt and opening it with shaky fingers.

Helping you, Joost opens the button of his jeans and pulls the down to his ankles along with his boxers, freeing his erection.

Your eyes widened in shock. How was that even supposed to fit in your mouth?

“Are you okay?” Joosts voice brings you back to earth.

God, you probably just looked like an idiot staring at his cock.

“O-oh yeah just- fuck!” You exclaimed. “Never had one this big.”

That made him chuckle. “Well then better go for it before someone comes in. Suck my dick bitch.”

Rolling your eyes you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Keeping what he just said were lyrics from one of his songs.

He looks even more angelic from the spot you are in right now. His hair still messy, eyes closed and head drawn back against the wall as you worked him in your hand.

Dipping your head down you finally worked up enough courage to take him in your mouth.

The taste of salty precum hit your taste buds instantly, making you moan out around him.

His hands are now both on your head, holding your hair out of your face into a messy ponytail.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking my cock in a bathroom where everyone could just walk in.”

And then he thrusted his hips upward, taking you aback and making you gag in surprise.

Joost slowly starts to fuck your throat. And you liked it.

He slowly gets faster, your hands gripping his thighs, eyes watering as he starts chasing his high.

Letting out a breathy moan, he looks down at you, watching his dick disappear between your lips.

Suddenly he pulls you off. Wrapping a hand around his thick shaft he strokes himself a few more times before spilling his seed all over your beautiful and fucked face. “Here it comes prinses (Princess).”

As the first drops of cum hit your cheek your lips turned into a smile.

Opening your mouth you try to catch some of it before he lets go of you, slumping back against the wall and covering his face.

“I usually don’t do this you know.” The embarrassment was visible in his voice.

Getting up, you take a wipe to clean yourself up. “Neither do I.”

Leaning against the sink again you watched him putting himself back into place. A soft sigh escaping your lips as you turn around to leave.

“Hey.” His voice is soft. “What’s your name?”

Stopping you turn around one last time “Y/N.”

And with that you leave him alone.

The sound of Keta und Krawall by Ikkimel is all you can hear again as you walk back into the club.

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A/N: if you made it to the end, thank you. Hopefully there’s more to come 🥹

[kumkaniudaku]

Merry Christmas, Baby

Summary: Terry and Nyla work together to bring Patrice some Christmas cheer.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language

Previous: Back Up

Santa came down the chimney 

Half past three, y'all 

Left all them a good ol' present 

For my baby and for me, ha, ha, ha

Terry bopped his head along to Otis Redding’s classic playing from some soul Christmas station he found on Spotify as he examined his handiwork with a mouth full of baby fingers and no idea what he was doing. 

When he set off to decorate the house on Patrice’s behalf, he hadn’t considered all of the meticulous planning that went into her creating their personal Winter Wonderland. Ribbons needed careful tying to make beautiful bows. Garlands he thought could be tossed on any surface he chose required deliberate care to achieve their festive flare. And, to his surprise, Christmas trees out of the box did not come pre-fluffed.

He was so confident that he could start and finish his side project in his mother’s final hour of childcare that he didn’t change out of his office attire. The tightness of a half-buttoned polo and stiff slacks with a sleepy little girl cradled in the crook of his arm reminded him of just how wrong he was.

Clear bins labeled by function and location crowded their quaint living room with Patrice’s arrival coming quicker than he was prepared for. He squinted at the tree, trying to understand how he’d managed to put every single ornament on only the front while leaving the back side bare. The sensation of Nyla’s fingers tightening their grip on his bottom lip brought his attention from the eye sore he’d created to the four-month-old with her mother’s smile. He pretended to gnaw on her hands. 

“What you looking at, girl, hm? You watching Daddy tear up Mommy’s tree?”

Sleepy baby giggles lit up her round face and dark eyes as her pacifier bobbed in her mouth, thoroughly entertained by her father’s voice and smile. He leaned down to kiss her forehead before smoothing a hand over her soft hair. 

“Hopefully she likes it. Mama hasn’t been feeling like herself so we gotta bring the Christmas joy for her. What you think? Did I do a good job?” He adjusted Nyla in his arms to turn her toward the tree for her opinion. She squirmed in his grip, whining and fussing before releasing a small cry as the only way to communicate that she’d seen enough. He took the hint with a chuckle. “Oh-kay. You are Patrice’s child, I’ll tell you that.”

With Nyla providing lively company, Terry adjusted and re-adjusted earth-toned ornaments of all sizes in a failing attempt to salvage his surprise. She cooed along to Terry’s chatter about work, music, and life, offering commentary here and there like a child who’d been speaking for years.

He listened to her grunt and kick at the mention of watching football on Sunday and smiled. “Maybe me and you can go to a game together one day. Don’t get your hopes up for the Panthers being good though baby girl.”

Nyla laughed as if she understood Terry’s jokes, making him laugh in response. From the foyer, their back and forth sounded perfectly ridiculous to Patrice’s already scrambled mind. Motherhood had come with an unexpected price. Every day came with the overwhelming responsibility of balancing work and home life. Months away from her desk only to return during the end of semester swirl made reaclimating to eight hours away from home grueling. Her emotions were a jumbled mess that she traversed on a fraying tightrope. Exhaustion was her default setting these days. No matter how much her family assisted her, there were never enough hours in the day. 

A sigh of relief rushed between parted lips as she pressed her back against the front door to seal her home from the frigid early evening wind. A single minute of tranquility couldn’t erase the day she’d had, but it came close. The rest needed the help of her two favorite people in the world. 

The alarm’s chime stopped Nyla and Terry’s conversation, alerting them to their queen’s arrival. 

“Petey! You’re home,” Terry exclaimed from the living room. 

Patrice scoffed and rolled her eyes as she placed bags on the ground. “Don’t play with me, Terrence. I don’t wanna have to knock you out in front of your best friend.”

“I’m not worried about it. She got my back. Right, MiMi? You got Daddy’s back?” Patrice smiled at Nyla’s squeal in response, listening and watching it intensify as Terry appeared in the foyer. 

His standing there, tall and thick with a baby carefully balanced in his arms and an incredible softness in his eyes, instantly awakened senses that had long taken the day off. 

“How you doin’, beautiful?” 

“I was exhausted until I saw you. You married or just out here fine for no reason?”

He chuckled at her shameless flirting and flashed his ring. “Happily married. She a little off in the head too, so be careful.” 

“That was perfect. Make sure you say it just like that every time.” 

Terry closed the gap between them, pressing quick kisses to her forehead and lips as he helped her shrug out of her coat with his free hand. 

“Was your day okay,” he asked, a hand gripping her elbow to hold her steady while she kicked off her boots. She shrugged. 

“I didn’t feel like crying by the end so that’s a step up, right?”

“Sure, but I don’t want sad at all. Is there anything I can do?”

Patrice attempted to answer Terry’s concern with a weak smile. “No, but I appreciate you lookin’ out for me. I’ll get better. For now, let's talk about this smiling girl instead. Come here, my sunshine!” 

Nyla kicked her little feet and panted from excitement as she transitioned from one set of arms to the next. She worked overtime to ward off sleep for dueling kisses on both cheeks from doting parents elated to have their baby girl earth side. 

Terry pulled away from family time to collect the heap of bags left by the door. “What’s all this?” 

“Just me tryin’ to find some Christmas cheer. I figured we could bake some cookies with Ny before she goes to bed. Then we can have a drink, order in, and watch a movie or something? I don’t know. Tell me if that sounds stupid.” 

Uncertainty was thick in her delivery. She hadn’t been sure of anything in the past four months. Herself, her parenting skills, being a good wife, her teaching - nothing. The need for validation was growing more dire by the day. 

“We can do whatever you want, baby. I’ll dress up like Santa if you need me to.”

His affirmation came with a gentle kiss and a slight squeeze to her backside that made her giggle like a teenager in the presence of her crush. “Thank you, Pooh. You hear that, Naomi? Daddy’s gonna dress up like Santa and let Mommy sit on his lap.”

“That ain’t all Mommy can sit on but we have to wait until you’re asleep for that part.” His joke came with a suggestive eyebrow raise that incited a hearty guffaw and butterflies in Patrice’s belly. She leaned in to rest her forehead on his chest for as much touch as she could handle. He rested his chin atop her head to speak. “There’s a surprise for you in the living room if you’re up for it.”  

“Does this surprise have something to do with my baby being drenched in all this glitter?”

“No. That’s courtesy of her grandma and her outfit earlier today. You know your mama loves sparkles.”

Patrice attempted to dust silver flecks from Nyla’s face to no avail. “Then lay it on me. I’m ready to be surprised. At least I think. I never know when you two get in cahoots.” 

True enough. Terry and Nyla usually found a way to cause havoc, whether in the middle of the night with a dance party or throughout the day with a host of loud distractions. Terry couldn’t deny his propensity to look for trouble with his partner in crime, but he could convince Patrice that, this time, their mischief was something she’d enjoy. 

Carefully, he pulled Nyla from Patrice’s arms and led her into the living room with strict instructions to keep her eyes covered until he gave her permission. Anticipation had Patrice nervously bouncing from foot to foot while she waited for the signal. Nothing in her immediate area gave away what she might see on the other side of an extended blink. There were no smells outside of something hearty with a hint of spice simmering nearby. The soft murmur of what sounded like Christmas music didn’t seem out of place. She attempted to feel for clues with one hand out in front but came up empty. 

“Can I open my eyes now,” she asked for the third time. 

Terry chuckled as he positioned her in the center of the room. “You’re so impatient, baby.” 

“Now, don’t make me start on you. We just had our first wedding anniversary on our original wedding date but I’m impatient?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Open your eyes before you go too far.”

All of Patrice’s smug laughter slowed to a halt as her eyes feasted on every detail in the room. Crooked garlands dusted in artificial snow adorned the fireplace. Gaps in the Christmas tree created portals to the blank wall behind it. Ornaments sat jumbled together with no rhyme or reason. The skirt meant to hide the unsightly plastic tree stand was comically flipped inside out. Her Christmas star, passed down from her mama’s mama sat glittering under soft white light, waiting to take its rightful place on top of her most eclectic tree to date. 

Each imperfection made her heart swell ten times its size, creating a steady stream of tears that coated her cheeks. 

She released a shaky breath, the sound betraying the emotions she attempted to keep at bay while she marveled at the tree with her back turned to her helpers. “Oh wow. You did all this for me?” 

“When I told Ny how much you love Christmas she was like, ‘Dad, we should do something for Mommy since we love her so much.’ It was all her idea. I only opened my wallet. And put stuff together. And held her the whole time because she hates her mat.”

“Yeah,” she asked, laughing to release nerves and wiping at her face as she finally turned to face them. “You talk that much, little girl?” 

“Oh, she’s a great conversationalist. Give her a little formula and she’ll yap all day.”

Patrice stepped closer to rub her nose across her daughter's cheek, inhaling the fresh baby scent that never failed to calm her often racing thoughts.

“This is…so sweet. It’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she started. “It’s been kinda tough to get excited this go round. I can’t really find that spark like before and I’m trying so hard.”

“I know. You’re doing a great job, Mama. A perfect job. I wouldn’t wanna be doing all this with anybody else,” Terry reassured while he pulled her into a hug. 

She wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing with all the love in her body when no words could get past the heavy lump in her throat. The leak in her emotional dam had erupted into a crater, turning small tears into a near sob that made her head hurt. She’d cried all of her sadness away in the dead of night or when sitting in traffic between work and home. This was happiness. An unmistakable joy and gratefulness for being blessed beyond her wildest imagination. 

Terry didn’t intervene or coax her into deep breaths to stop her crying. Instead, he held her close with one arm and alternated loving pecks between her head and Nyla’s face as the infant rested on his shoulder for comfort. Her tiny hand reached out to leave little pats against Patrice’s forehead, finally making her giggle as her crying paused. 

“You’re right. Mommy needs to get it together,” she laughed. “I’m killin’ the vibe big time.”

Terry chuckled. “MiMi cried when I showed her, too. Is this a happy cry or do you hate it?”

“I love it and I love y’all. So much. So, so much.”

“We love you more than we can put into words. You know, since one of us literally can’t talk.” 

Patrice's belly laugh made Terry grin from ear to ear in triumph. His chief concern was bringing her happiness, even if only for a few hours. He’d take today as a win and try to top it for the rest of his life. 

Wiping fresh tears from her eyes, she took a deep breath and received another whiff of the aroma wafting from the kitchen reminding her that she was starving from a day of educating the leaders of tomorrow. She hummed at the smell with her eyes closed. “Why didn’t you say you cooked? What is that? It smells good.”

“That is your other surprise. Think about it and tell me what you think it could be.” 

Hints of cayenne and the spice of fresh jalapenos made her nose tingle. Something warm and sweet followed as the perfect accessory to the savoriness commanding attention. The smell felt familiar. It felt like her childhood. It felt like home. 

Her eyes shot open and up to his in sudden realization. “Daddy’s chili! Really? Is that what that is?”

“I owe him some help in the shed but it’s worth it for you. Hope it brings back some magic for you.” Patrice stared at Terry, eyes misty and lips drooping in a deep frown that confused him. “Wait, what did I -”

“Oh my God, whyareyousoperfect!?” 

All of her words came out in another muffled sob as she dramatically buried her face into his chest. He couldn’t help but tease her, whispering comments about her theatrics and how she could’ve been a movie star from her ability to burst into hysterics at the drop of a hat. 

Drooping eyelids from their pride and joy forced them to share hushed laughter while Patrice regained enough of her composure to help add the finishing touches to their first Christmas display as a unit. Watching Patrice gently bounce Nyla to sleep while she adjusted ornaments and decor to her liking filled Terry with enough warm fuzzies to make him blink back emotions he didn’t know he had brewing. 

He had a family.

For all the ups, downs, and haymakers life had thrown him, he had two people looking up at him like the sun rose and set in his eyes. The thought alone took him back to his first time in the same spot with a pecan pie and a carefully wrapped gift in his hands. 

Terry slowly approached Patrice from behind to assist her in the effort to place the topper where it belonged. “Remember our first Christmas together?” 

“The one when you stayed too long and had your mama worried,” she laughed. “Yeah, I remember. Now look at you. Still over here after all this time.”

“I always knew what and who I wanted.” His declaration came with silly, loud smooches to her exposed neck while they wiggled the star into place atop the tree.  

Perfection. Patrice smiled at their joint effort and the feel of Terry holding her and Nyla close. She angled her head to watch him shower their little one in soft kisses.

“Hey,” she called to get his attention. “Merry Christmas, baby. Thank you. For everything.” 

He met her thanks with a tender kiss and the gentle graze of his lips against hers, sharing a silent conversation between lovers that needed no explanation. 

“Of course. Merry Christmas, honey.”

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[byllsbytch]

Halloween Party 🎃 (18+)

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Genre : Smut

Summary: Dressed up as pirates you and Nicolas head out to a party, it turns out to be a great time and toward the end of the night things start to get heated.

A/N: Due to popular demand - the Halloween party plot was most voted upon so here ya go!

Warnings: p in v (tbh i dont know whats a warning)

I sat on the floor in front of the mirror. Makeup all around me. It was chaos, organised chaos though. I reached over to a fresh pack of eyelashes and placed them on to finish the look. Fuck I was smoking and I wasn’t even done. I leant over behind me to my curling iron and turned it on waiting for it to heat up. While waiting I scrolled through my phone and a message from Nick popped up on my screen.

“You’re gonna love my costume, I’ll be over soon.”

I smiled at his message before putting my phone down and reaching for the curling iron. We planned to go to the party together as pirates. I wrapped my hair around the rod and held it for a few seconds repeating the steps until I’d curled all of my hair.

Once I was finished I grabbed a bandana and wrapped it around my head. Finally I got changed into fishnets, boots, a skirt, white button up shirt and vest. I walked to the living room and loaded up my cooler bag with drinks and a pack of lollies I bought to get into the spirit.

“You’re looking good.” Mum called from the couch.

I smiled knowing damn straight I did.

“Thank you Mum.”

“Nicholas is still tagging along yeah?”

“Yeah he is, why wouldn’t he be?”

“Well, he’s cutting it a bit fine isn’t he?”

I looked at the clock.

“Yeah, but we’re in no rush.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“OK then.”

Almost on cue a knock appeared at the door and I answered to be met with Captain Jack Sparrow.

“You look so good!” I shrieked. “Stop it!”

He looked at the ground a large grin on his face.

After the praise he looked back up and his eyes were stuck on me, his face going redder.

“Woah! You look gorgeous, who knew a pirate could be so HAWT!”

He took a step inside and followed me to my room.

“Can I please put eyeliner on you?”

In character he bowed, “Of course m’lady”

I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with my eyeliner in hand.

“Ok baby, so you have to keep your eyes open and look up.”

He hummed in agreement.

I brought the pencil to his waterline while he brought his hands to my hips slowly rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion.

His eye twitched like crazy. “Eh! Uh, Uh!” He groaned.

“Shh Nick! Stop being a baby, relax your eye.”

“Oh my god! It’s not relaxing! I don’t know if you can tell… Jesus how do you do this?”

He gripped tighter onto my hips as I started on his other eye, digging his nails into me. I folded backwards yowling in pain.

“Fuck! Ouch!”

Nicholas quickly jumped up from underneath me with instant regret.

“Oh my god babe I’m so sorry.”

“What is going on here!” Mum screamed.

Me and Nick both flung our heads into her direction.

“Oh,” She said quietly. “Nice eyeliner Nicholas.” Before turning back around and heading out the door.

We both look at eachother in silence then began to lose it, laughing hysterically.

“We better go.” I tried to say in between laughs.

I got up and reached my hand out to him, he grabbed my hand and wiped his tears with the other hand.

I grabbed the bag full of drinks and headed out the door, it wasn’t long until our friends swung by and picked us up.

-

Arriving at the party the music was already loud and bumping, the house was decorated nicely. Lights and projections illuminated the exterior of the home.

Me and Nick walked in hand in hand and began to mingle with all the other party goers. The house was packed with people and we were all cramped like sardines.

Once the liquid confidence kicked in, I joined Nick to the dance floor. Nick was being funny and bopped his head, pouting his lips. I giggled at his silly-ness and swayed my hips to the music, keeping my eyes on his. The music was upbeat and Nicholas grabbed my hand spinning me. We danced together and sang all the songs at the top of our lungs. It was so much fun.

We became sweaty messes and Nicholas took my hand as not to loose me dragging me outside to the cooler air.

“Oh this is much better.” I groaned fanning my face with a paper plate I picked up from the buffet table. Nick stood behind me and lifted my hair off my neck.

“Thanks babe, how’d you know?” I laughed.

“You’re gonna have to do the same to me in a minute, this wig is so fucking hot.”

I turned around, him letting go of my hair, placing a hand on his chest.

“That wig IS so fucking hot.”

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and I lifted the heap of hair off his neck, fanning him now with the plate.

“Fuck this sweat and all this makeup, I cannot wait for a shower.”

Nick grinned looking me up and down. “Me too.”

“I’m gonna get us a drink. Objections?”

I shook my head. “None whatsoever.”

He took off back into the crowd and loud music.

I scanned around me and seen people jumping in the pool, other drinking and then a girl laying in the bush, spew all around her. Yikes.

I walked over to the food table and grabbed some munchies placing them on a plate for me and Nick to share. I then walked back to where I was before so Nick would loose me.

After a while he came back with drinks.

“They’re doing beer pong in there if you want to play.”

I gestured the plate toward him and he grabbed a mozzarella stick.

“Sure, can we finish our drinks out here and then go in?”

“Yeah of course darling.” He wrapped his free arm around me rubbing my shoulder.

Nicholas spun his head toward the girl in the bush and made a disgusted face. “Eh. Nobody see this?”

“I don’t think anyone cares to be honest.”

“She’s sleeping good alright.”

I sipped my drink and once I got to the last mouthful I downed it.

Me and Nicholas walked back into the muggy house and felt the heat instantly his us. The smell of sweat and booze lingered. I noticed that the house was all foggy whether that was a result of a smoke machine or the many vapers in the house I couldn’t tell at first. Judging by the fruity smell it was the vapes.

I stood behind Nicholas as he played his turn at beer pong, cheering him on. He managed to get 3 cups before missing on his fourth attempt. The chick opposing him absolutely crushed his team, dunking 7 cups in a row.

Later on in the night I had a girl spill her drink on me and I was so fucking ready to fight her. I grabbed all of my hair and started to tie it up, to which Nicholas grabbed me and pulled me away.

“It’s not worth it!” He yelled over the music.

I looked at him and instantly calmed down.

“Just wait here I’ll get you some paper towel.”

“I’ll meet you in the bathroom.” I yelled back so he could hear me.

I’d seen the line to the bathroom and threw my head back in annoyance. I leant on the wall with my arms folded waiting for the queue to die down.

Nicholas found me and looked around before shaking his head.

“Come.” He said holding onto my hand and taking me upstairs.

“Nicholas, we shouldn’t be up here.”

“Pft, it’s fine, no one will know.”

He lead me into one of the bedrooms which had a bathroom connected to it.

I hoisted myself up onto the bench which Nicholas soaked the paper towel handing me one, I scrubbed at my t shirt while he wiped the drink off my chest. He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes with a hunger.

I lifted my head up noticing his sudden halt. He’d placed his hand on the spot of my chest he was cleaning previously and then moved his hand up toward my neck, his hand pushed back until my head touched the mirror behind.

I spread my legs making room for Nick to get in between them. He came closer and tucked the hair out of my face all the while I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He kept his hand behind my ear, continuing to look at me with desire. We stayed in this passionate encounter for a couple second before Nicholas had brought his soft lips to mine. He tasted of spirits, making me drunker by the second. I’d had fully given into him.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair, slipping my tongue into his mouth as he sucked on it. Our tongues went to war for dominance, with Nick’s ultimately winning.

“Best get this dirty top off, I don’t think that stain is coming out my love.” He managed to hush out in between our kiss. Immediately I obliged taking off my vest while Nicholas undid the buttons of the white shirt. He stood back to watch himself slip the shirt of my shoulders, admiring me.

“You’re just too perfect my beautiful.” He closed the gap between us, holding my face in his hands. I felt him poking me. “Ouh!” I moaned excitedly moving my hands down to his pants and rubbing his bulge. I yanked at the top of his pants and he groaned lowly as a way to give permission. I began to have a go at his belt. Trying to rush and get his buckle undone quick only made it harder for me so I had to break the kiss and focus on getting the belt undone. Nicholas was panting and looking down at what my hands were doing.

“Mhmm, that’s it baby, you got it, good job” He encouraged me, making me instantly look at him for his validation. He nodded, causing a big smile to approach my face. He wasted no time sliding his pants down. He forced his way between my legs and I brought my feet up to the edge of the counter giving him full access.

His fat cock sprung free and I began to stoke him, teasing him. He threw his head back thrusting into my hand. He lifted my skirt over my thighs and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy. He spat on his hand for extra lubrication and slipped his fingers between my wet folds, inserting two fingers. I stopped all movement, especially stroking Nick and gasped, reaching my hand out to grasp anything. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me before he teased my entrance with his tip. I flung my knuckle to my mouth and bit it, a weak attempt to silence my pleasurable screams, not that anyone would have heard it through the load music that echoed through the walls.

Nicholas kept his eye on me to watch my reactions, he was pretty good to take notice on what to do, if I didn’t like something or if he should keep going. Judging by the look on my face his had the green light to go faster.

I leant my head back and let the pleasure take over me, Nicks dick repeatedly hit all the right spots. I wrapped my hands around his neck for support and Nick leant in to continue the passionate make out. He slid his tongue to the back of my throat and licked my teeth.

He took it upon himself to lift me. With the back of my knees being supported by his forearms his repeatedly lifted me and dropped me back down onto his member. I buried my head into his neck and dug my nails deep into his back, making scratches that left welts.

“Uh-huh right there.” My words started to become gibberish, as I felt myself coming close to orgasm.

“Nick, uh, right there, right there, right there.” My pitch became higher and my words faster. He continued thrusting into me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed twitching in his arms, my eyes rolled back into ecstasy and I continued to ride out my high. Nicholas placed me back onto the counter before giving his final few pumps, trying to chase his high. At this point I was overstimulated and really sensitive.

“Nicky Baby! It hurts!”

“I’m right ther-“ Before he could finish his sentence he released his load and folded in half, collapsing on top of me.

We both panted loudly and Nick looked back up at my face smiling with a light chuckle.

I placed my hand on his abs and shook my head with a smile.

“Are you ok?” He asked inbetween pants.

Unable to say anything I just nodded with my eyes half closed in satisfied relaxation.

“You were so fucking good baby.” He said planting a kiss on my forehead.

Nick handed me his shirt, “Just put this on, I’ll hold onto your dirty shirt.”

“And you’re just going to walk around half naked?”

He stared at his pecs in the mirror, “Well yeah, I don’t plan on staying for long, I think we have a date with the shower.”

I laughed and shook my head standing up, my legs were wobbly and I couldn’t walk properly for the life of me.

“Yeah I think we should go now, lets not worry about hanging around.”

Nicholas raised his eyebrow at me standing awkwardly

“Shit, I’m sorry babe.”

“It’s fine, as long as you make it up by round 2 in the shower and cuddles and candy in bed.”

He nodded, “Agreed.”

Nicholas was distracted by his reflection again.

“Sorry I gotta say fuck captain jack sparrow looks good shirtless” He winked and clicked his tongue then walked to the door.

“You bet your ass!” I said, following him out the door and slapping him on the ass.

[bangchanisinmymind]

his pillow

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

Chris was on tour the past month, you missed him like crazy even though he did everything he could to be with you, he would be home in a few days after all but he left you the keys of the dorm so you can stay there if you missed him and felt alone, he left a few of his sweaters and one bottle of his perfume along with his earrings. Other than the different daily life you had to fit in without him or the boys you started feeling needy a lot easier, even if you saw him on TV you couldn't put your filthy thoughts away.

After struggling nearly a week and edging yourself with those edits you decided to please yourself for the first time in a while. You knew it was against his rules, he only let you touch yourself when he wanted and when he was with you. When you returned home you got quickly in his room, undressed and searched for the toys he hides for the kinky times. He had a lot, he used most of them on you but the only suitable for now was that huge fat dildo which you took out with excitement and arousal already dripping down your thighs.

You downloaded a vibration app this morning so you reached for your phone to turn it on and put it straight to your core. The vibrations travelled through your body that suddenly left and replaced with the sound of your phone ringing. It was Chris, you forgot it was the time for your videocall. You were nearly crying because of the stimulation and fear rushed through your veins but you managed to hide your naked body when you put his pillow under your chest and laying on your belly putting your phone in front of you.

"baby? Is everything okay? You usually pick up immediately and-" he stopped talking the second he saw your exposed collarbones and the dildo behind you. "hi Channie everything is okay how are you?" you said with sweetness in your voice as you tried to make everything seem normal. "does my girl need me?" he groaned feeling his erection grow when he saw your naked ass when you lowered your head to hide in embarassment.

"yes daddy I need you so bad I want to cum a lot today, can I? Please?" you whimpred and when you saw him nodding you slowly got up reaching for the dildo. "babygirl you're not ready for that yet, we need preparation first. Take my pillow" he said, voice an octave down. You did as he said and put his pillow between your legs, not sitting on it yet.

"wanna show daddy?" he said causing you to move the phone closer showing him your wetness. "that's my baby, now put the phone back and sit on the pillow" you did exactly as he said, you were now on your knees, his pillow between and touching your core, you reaching back grabbing your ankles to the feeling.

"now move" he growled and you started to move your hips, whimpers leaving your lips feeling the friction that turned to moans when you picked up the pace making the bed shake. You felt your high approaching when you heard him say "put three fingers right now in that tiny hole of yours all together until it reaches your knuckles", taken aback by his dominance you put three of your fingers on your mouth sucking at them and then in you.

"in an' out as fast as you can" he whispered and you started moving up and down to your fingers. Your movements started to be more messy feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. "pull your fingers out and cum on my fucking pillow" he commented as you did so and now you were face down to the mattress, hands on your phone to let him see you bopping your ass up on his pillow once again when your orgasm hit you.

"good job babe" he said when you came down your high now looking at him through the screen panting. "take the dildo now" he said making you horny again with only his voice. You stand up, your tummy full of cum since you laid directly on his pillow, him groaning at the sight when you took the dildo in your hands once again.

"you know what to do, I won't tell you anything, I'm just gonna jerk off watching my girl okay?" "mhm" you said sliding the dildo in you screaming at the size. "ah-ah Chris ah it's too big too big" you cried out eyes shut "sit on it like a chair,like it's my cock, relax on it baby you're already wet" he whimpred when you put your whole weight down leaving a high-pitched moan.

"i'll move fast now I need it- *moan* I deserve it right? *moan* i'm your good girl" you started moving in and out faster the fact you could hear Chris moaning too made you feel like cumming already. "would love to cum in you hon" he said full of lust as he finished on his fingers. "mmm cu-cumming" you tried to speak as you felt your liquid running down the mattress, because of your continues movement it reached between your ass making those lewd sounds both of you absolutely loved and you didn't stop moving until you felt it reach your knee.

"ah it was- was so good" you said laying on his pillow again which was full of your cum. "mm babygirl you're the best and you're mine, my baby is gonna be rewarded isn't she?" he said feeling proud of how good he had teached you "yes daddy I was so good today" you said feeling the heat rising up to your face.

"are you gonna clean up now?" he said " I have to, it's a mess" you showed him the bed and he replied "don't wash my pillowcase I wanna feel you, I'm gonna be home in two days or so, can you do it babygirl?" he said with a low voice

"yes daddy anything for you" you said as you continued talking about your day and then finally hung up and sleep on his sweater which you took out from the closet

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[corroded-hellfire]

Idk if you're taking requests but I got an idea for the As You Wish AU!

I used to babysit for this couple who were complete metalheads and they had a 6 month old. Whenever I couldn't make her stop crying and put her down for a nap, I played "Crazy Train" and she immediately stopped crying when Ozzy screamed "ALL ABOARD!". She would jump in my arms for a bit, then be out like a light before the song was even over.

I can totally see that with Eddie and Eliza ❤

I’m pretty sure this is Eddie’s proudest moment as a father

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[As You Wish masterlist]

“Oh, thank God.”

You heave a sigh of relief and let your bag fall to the floor next to your feet. The hours long car ride home from your weekend with your sister not only exhausted you, but it made your muscles stiff and sore. Your neck has the most knots in it, so you roll it out as you walk further into the house, deciding you’ll pick up your bag later.

“Perfect, you’re home!”

Eddie darts down the hallway, a grin on his face, and Eliza in his arms.

“Hi.”

You can’t help but smile at the sight of their faces. Two pairs of dark chocolate eyes and the same shade of messy curls.

Eddie leans in and presses a kiss to your lips before he holds Eliza close enough to your face so you can pepper kisses along her cheeks.

“I missed you both,” you say. “Where are my boys?”

“Luke’s in the shower and Ryan went with Wayne to bring home ice cream for everyone,” Eddie tells you. “How was your weekend with Gin?”

“Good,” you say, reaching out and running a finger down the side of your six-month-old’s face. “Nice to be home, though. How was Liza without me overnight? Cause I was quite cranky without her.”

“She missed you,” Eddie says. He puts his left hand on her tummy and his wedding ring glints in the lamp light as he rubs over her fuzzy pajamas. “Took longer than usual for her to fall asleep. But I taught her a trick!”

The excitement in Eddie’s eyes makes you laugh and shake your head in amusement.

“She's not a dog,” you say.

“Tell that to Luke.”

“Is he still using little pieces of banana to try and get her to crawl?” you ask with a mix between a chuckle and a sigh.

“This is what we get for not letting him adopt a pet, I guess. But, come on!”

Eddie turns and shuffles back down the hall toward Eliza’s room, far too much energy in his step for your exhausted body. You trail behind him, but he passes by the pink princess nursery and takes your daughter into your room. He stays standing near your dresser, but you pass by to go and take a seat on the bed.

“Ah! Before you sit down, can you hit play on the stereo?” Eddie asks.

You furrow your brow as you pivot in the direction of the stereo tucked in the corner.

“Did you find a new bedtime song for her?” you ask.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie answers with a laugh. “Worked like a charm last night. I’m hoping it was more than a one-time thing because it was perfect.”

“Uh huh,” you hum as your finger hovers over the play button. It makes a soft clicking sound as you press it, then you turn around and give your full attention to Eliza in her father’s arms.

Ozzy’s maniacal laugh bursts forth from the speakers and you restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. It doesn’t surprise you in the least that your husband attempted to use Crazy Train as a lullaby when left alone with her.

To your surprise though, Eliza quickly becomes alert when she hears that laughter. Her back straightens and her neck is craned towards the stereo, as if she’s waiting for more.

“Awwh abwooooah!”

Eliza’s baby babbling may not have made quite the same sounds as Ozzy’s “All Aboard” call, but she had the tune and timing of it down pat.

Buh dun. Buh dun, buh dun, buh dun.

As the bass leads into the guitar, Eliza begins to thrash around in Eddie’s arms. She jumps and bounces as the song’s intro blends into the chorus. Eddie’s watching her with a proud and entertained grin on his face. His hold on her is secure, which is a good thing with all the bopping around she’s doing.

Eddie looks from her to you, and the two of you share an amused look. Eliza’s small head begins to shake back and forth, the short spiral curls whipping back and forth as she does. It’s the best headbanging attempt you’ve ever seen from a six-month-old.

About halfway through the song, Eliza’s movements begin to slow. Instead of full out throttling in her dad’s arms, she’s just weaving from side to side now. You can see as sleep catches her in its grip, her eyes becoming heavy and her moves turning into slow motion. By the time the song is playing its final notes, Eliza has her head smushed up against Eddie’s shoulder, eyes closed and small pink lips parted just slightly.

Once the song ends, you press the stop button so the next track doesn’t start. With a soft chuckle, you walk towards your husband and daughter.

“I’m impressed,” you admit.

“I finally have a heavy metal child,” Eddie says, which makes you chuckle again.

“She’s only six months, babe. Still plenty of time for me to turn her into a pop princess.”

“Don’t you threaten me,” Eddie says, narrowing his eyes at you.

You press a kiss to his stubbled cheek and straighten the back of Eliza’s purple onesie that got twisted from all her moving about. Eddie gives a gentle kiss to the top of Eliza’s curls before heading to her room a few doors down. The sound of the shower running echoes through the hall as you follow Eddie into the nursery.

Slowly, Eddie lowers the baby into her crib, while you turn on her nightlight that’s shaped like a princess crown.

“Sleep tight, Ozzliza,” Eddie whispers.

You turn to your husband with an affronted face. As annoyed as the nickname makes you, it’s impossible not to laugh as you scold him.

“Never call our daughter that again, please.”

Eddie smirks and throws his arm over your shoulders as he leads you both to the door.

“As long as you never leave me again for a whole weekend,” he says.

“Deal.” You slip your arm around his small waist as you step into the hallway. “I can’t sleep without you, anyway.”

“Well, guess you’ll just have to sleep with me tonight.”

The double entendre is clear and, somehow, you don’t feel quite as exhausted as you did a few minutes ago.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Difficult III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Baby!Reader

Summary: A domestic day at home when you were a baby

Ingrid thinks Mapi hasn't looked prettier than when you're on her hip.

It's where she can most often find you.

Mapi's enamoured with you, Ingrid knows this. She hovers around you like she's a little kid around a new puppy.

It's pretty adorable and Ingrid can't help but smile often when Mapi sits with you on the floor and helps you play with your cars.

"She's not going to fall, Mapi," Ingrid says with a hint of humour as you toddle around the room pushing your little walker.

"She might."

"She won't."

"But she might."

"Mapi," Ingrid says fondly," She can walk fine. She's not going to fall."

You ram your walker into the wall, giggling loudly at the sound it makes. You do it a second time and then a third. You let go of it and clap, jumping around before abandoning it in favour of toddling over to your playmat and slumping down on top of it.

A Norwegian soap opera plays on the tv, the opening credits that you clearly know very well by the way you're bopping your head along and garbling out sounds that Mapi's half sure aren't actually words but she doesn't quite understand Norwegian just yet so she can't be truly certain.

Ingrid clicks her tongue at you and says a long string of words that Mapi doesn't understand again.

You turn your head to look at her, gummy smile wide and happy.

Ingrid pats the space between them and you pull yourself over, arms raised up so you can be lifted.

You wiggle between the pair of them, sucking happily at the sippy cup Ingrid gives you. You've just properly started to wean off bottles and Mapi's, yet again, in complete awe at the way Ingrid knows exactly what to do with you.

It's hard to believe that your Ingrid's first baby, though, probably also her last.

You're more than enough for both of them.

You push away Ingrid's hand and take the sippy cup in your own.

Immediately, Mapi feels nervous.

"She's not going to drown herself," Ingrid says with a laugh," She's trying to be more independent."

"She's a baby," Mapi replies," She shouldn't need to be independent."

"She's a baby," Ingrid echoes," She's growing up. She won't be with us together."

"No," Mapi says firmly, pulling you onto her lap and curling her body around your little one," She's going to stay with us forever and ever."

Ingrid laughs. You look to be quite happy sitting on Mapi's lap, wiggling your little toes as you stare blankly at the tv ahead of you.

"You'll get sick of her when she's older."

"Of my bebita? No. Never happening." She presses a kiss to your cheek that you begrudgingly accept before tugging at her fingers with your strong baby grip.

You screech when her grip on you tightens and you try to push her off.

"Mapi," Ingrid says warningly, plucking you from her grip to place back on your playmat," You can't hold her like that. She doesn't like it."

Mapi pouts but you're happy again on your playmat, banging a toy car on the floor and throwing it across the room. You scooch around on your bum a bit, just out of reach of her extended arms.

You end up sitting with Bagheera, who lets you rhythmically pat her back with little more than a judgemental look in her eyes.

Ingrid's happy to let you play by yourself, nudging Mapi with her feet to get her to stop staring at you.

"She's not going anywhere. It's just Bagheera."

"She might scratch her."

Mapi's never had an issue with Bagheera scratching people before but with you sitting by yourself, she can't help but imagine everything going wrong and you getting hurt.

"Then she'll know not do it again," Ingrid replies," You can't protect her from everything."

You grow bored of Bagheera quickly and bum shuffle back over to the sofa. You peek your head over the arm where Mamí is sitting. You make eye contact with Mumma, who smiles at you.

"We should put her in bubblewrap," Mapi says," And I think we should get her a helmet. Just in case."

She's shocked when you pull yourself up, popping your head over the arm of the sofa as you propel yourself forward. You tumble head first into her lap but right yourself and climb over her to get to Ingrid, who happily takes you into her arms.

You sag against her, wining.

She presses the sippy cup against your mouth and you happily drink.

A camera shutter sounds and Ingrid looks up to see Mapi holding up her phone.

You turn too, more so because Mumma's not looking at you than you actually caring about what Mamí's doing.

"I'm going to make that my lock screen," Mapi says as you grunt and wiggle your way into standing up on Ingrid's thighs.

It's nice being tall like Mumma sometimes but you find yourself getting bored of it like you got bored of your walker and of Bagheera.

The outro of the soap opera starts playing and your hurriedly scramble onto the floor to bounce to the rhythm.

It's not quite dancing (you don't have the fine motor control to do that just yet) but your bouncing is quite good and Mapi immediately connects her phone to the speakers.

"Dance party, bebita!"

[christinarowie332]

“you filming matty?”

reader x matt sturniolo (smut)

warnings : smut smut smut , filming a sex tape

in which: matt decides that he wants to film this one for later , and reader gets confident in front of the camera .

“if you film me while i suck it ,you could be a super star”

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matt and i have been dating for what feels like forever . both of us fully trusting and open , especially with our sex lives . like now , me being on top of him in a heated makeout . the only clothes on my body being my lacey bra and a shirt.

i ran my finger between matt’s waistband and his hips , before trailing my hand down to his hardened dick , stroking it with my palm , making his squirm and buck his hips from underneath me. .

“fuck” he groans out , re- adjusting himself under me , both hands held firmly on my hips.

“get off now” he alllmost shouts , grabbing my by the neck and switching our position, making him on top ; kissing me harshly before getting up and walking to his bag . making me lay on the bed, arms open , looking like an idiot.

he turns around , phone in hand and stands by the side of my bed .

“you know what to do baby” he whispers while clicking a button on his phone in one hand , and grabbing his dick in the other . letting it spring out and slap against his happy trail .

i get up from my starfish position , sitting on my knees , putting my hair up with a bobble from around my wrist . “you filming matty?” i ask , tilting my head and starling to gently stroke down his dick with my finger.

“if that’s okay ?” he replies , letting out a sigh as he feels me kiss up and down his dick , swirling my tongue around his tip .

i smile and nod , the idea of him filming us turning me on even more .

i place my lips around the tip of his dick , before hollowing out my checks and sliding my head down . i bop up and down , the vibrations from my gags and moans making him whimper and twitch slightly. the veins up his dick rolling against my lips until i meet the base .

“fuck” he hums out , hissing through his teeth as he grabs my ponytail harshly , pushing my down faster : until he pulls off and pushes me down on the bed .

i watch him from below me , slide himself down towards me , hovering over me before placing a harsh kiss on my lips . phone in had on the side of the bed , recording is from the side , our jawlines moving around as me explore each others mouth .

he moves down to my neck now , placing open mouth kisses to the sensitive skin , my pulse racing in anticipation, creating a beat on the side of my jaw .

i let out a sigh as he finds my sweet spot , leaving red and blue marks in his wake , running my fingers up the back of his neck to the crown of his head . i grab his hair and pull him away from me , grabbing his shoulders and switching our position again so i am now on top .

i run my hands up his shirt, along his chest , scratching slightly, he hisses at the slight pain which paints a sly smirk on my features as i pull his shirt over his head . i straddle him fully now , my pelvis harshly placed against his and i grind down on him while i take my own top of , diving down after i get it off fully and placing kisses down his neck and to his chest , admiring the red lines from my nails being dragged along it .

he moves his phone to the back of me , between his legs , recording the sight of me placing his dick at my entrance before sinking onto it and arching my back at the feeling . we both moan together , his mouth falling slack and his jaw pushing forward in euphoria .

i let myself adjust to him before moving up and down , slowly. he watches in awe as he sees him slide in and out of me , my arousal making his dick glisten . he has his hands on my hips helping me move , lifting me up as i move up and down .

i moan loudly as he thrusts upwards , hitting a certain spot , and making my legs shake slightly . a smirk makes its way on my face , and he continues to do the same motion , now knowing that’s what i want .

“matt . MATT . i’m close ,keep doing that” i breathe out as he moves his phone to record the front of me .

“ me too , god me too” he whispers breathlessly before bringing his fingers to his mouth , spitting on them and taking them to my clit , rubbing small and fast circles as he moves the camera to my face .

my eyes clench together as my pussy does the same . he throws his head back , almost dropping his phone as both of our mouths fall slack , the phone in his hand capturing my face as i cum loudly around him .

he releases into me the second i hit my orgasm, letting out a loud throaty moan and numerous curses .

i slow down my bouncing as we ride out our highs . letting out breathy laughs as my head falls onto his chest .

i grab the phone from his now limp arm , that he threw to the side of him , flipping the camera around and filming him underneath me .

his chest falling up and down , head threw back onto the covers , i run my hands down his chest , his v-line being the only thing on show in the camera , as i sit on top of him .

i click the record button , turning off the camera and throw it to the side , plunging down placing a kiss on his lips before climbing off him and lying next to him .

“that was like insane” he says through breaths , i turn my head towards the noise , exhaling i laugh as i see him still looking at the ceiling , eyes wide and his hair sprawled over his forehead, sweat sticking it to his face.

i stay silent , getting my breath back before speaking ,”don’t think i can walk for at least a month matt” i say through giggles , making him laugh and pulling me into him .

“love you so much y/n , i’m too tired for a shower we can have one in the morning”

i hum into his chest , falling asleep in his arms .

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this was pretty mild cuz i hate writing smut am lmao !!!!

angst coming soon .

tglst :

@sturnphilia @mangosrar @bluesturniolo333 @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @luvsturniolo @littlebookworm803 @strniohoeee @parkerssecrets @freshlovehacker @daddyslilchickenfingers @deatthmatch @kenzieiskoolaid @urmyslxt @sssturniolofart

[tainted-liquor]

'Miles & Milo...⊹˚. ♡ bulleted hcs for the twins

Now we all know these two are like brothers. And as much as y'all hate to hear it, these two don't get along LMFAO

Milo Morales, the older twin by exactly 4 minutes. There's never a day that goes by without him reminding Miles he's the older twin.

Milo Morales is soooo fucking sassy like its unreal !! He can, and WILL call you a bum with no care for how you feel. ↳ "Okay? When did I fuckin' ask you, bum."/ "Couldn't be me tho..."

Milo 'I ain't doing shit' Morales. If he doesn't want to, he won't. Simple as that. This has led to unfathomable amounts of fights with his brother over the pettiest shit ever. ↳"I'm not coverin' for you again. te dije la última vez...que no tiene nada que ver conmigo."

Milo Morales who will randomly bop his twin on the head with a random object. He picked up the habit as a baby and It NEVER left

Milo Morales who borderlines mean/cocky. This mf never has an off button and can dish out a read like no other

Milo Morales is more of a non-clingy/show rather than tell person. He'll never say it, but you'll know.

Milo Morales who absolutely stabs Miles' hair with a pick. He lifts him up by his 'nappy ass nigga naps' at random moments. (he thinks its funny)

Milo Morales will purposefully speak Spanish around Miles, just because he doesn't understand.

As much as he hides it, Milo Morales loves his brother. Yeah, they fight like they don't got no home training, but that's his favorite person!

Miles Morales, who absolutely despises his twin brother.

Whenever Mama Rio isn't around and has to braid his brothers hair, Miles Morales makes sure to be extra rough just because it annoys Milo.

Miles Morales who pops his brother with the comb for no reason, even when Milo isn't moving. ↳ "Sorry. Yo head just big" "NIGGA THAT WAS MY SHOULDER."

Miles Morales, who spent 3 days making a near damn 30 minute handshake with Milo.

Miles Morales who threatens to snitch on his brother anytime Milo refuses to cover for him as Spider-Man, which always ends in a fight.

Miles Morales who gets bullied by Milo for not understanding Spanish

Miles Morales who is more of a 'she tells me to shut up and I do' kind of person. Definetly not as sassy as his counterpart. ↳ "Yes ma'am."/"My bad."

Miles Morales can, and WILL pull on Milo's braids to beat him in a race.

But if it came down to it all? Miles won't ever hesitate to put his beef aside to help Milo demolish some shit. Together !

Them two are just like Phineas and Ferb. They wanna make a flying car? They'll make a flying car.

@ashsostrange @chessbox @janaeby @faeriesoiree333 @fivestardior @an1bara @bachirasegoistgoist @milesnanana77 @niaurluv @sp1derw1ree @ban-al3xx @moonpiiess @we-loveebony @kae2kaee

[zeroosthings]

Drunk Reunion ☆

genre : reunion au (??), old friends to lovers, smut, slow burn, fluff, a little angsty?

paring : tipsy!yunho x tipsy!fem!reader

Word count : 6k

synopsis : you and yunho were good friends in high school. admittedly, there was a lot of chemistry between you two...but you both drifted apart once you graduated. one day, he just to happens to see you at a nightclub. the both of you now in your early twenties, and of course..he decided to approach you.

Warnings! : mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP PLEASE…), overstimulation if u squint, dirty sex, oral [f/m reviving], fingering [f receiving], A LOT of dirty talk, grinding/dry humping, sloppy kisses, dom/sub dynamics, pet names (baby, good girl, princess.), praise kink, tipsy sex but neither of them regret it.

18+ ff, read at ur own discretion.

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- “Thanks.” you mouthed to the bartender over the blaring music as she slid you your 2nd drink of the night. you slid her a few bills in return, giving her a bit extra as a tip. You found a random open seat at the bar and plopped down on it, staring at your margarita for a moment, almost in an analytical way before going to take a sip, sighing at the refreshing taste. You bopped your head to the music, ignoring the thought of how much your ears would be ringing later.

You continued to take small sips of the now slightly watered down margarita. Only once it was about half full, you felt a sudden rush of energy. You abruptly stood up, moving to the dance floor. You remember a girl who had a good vibe earlier, and chose to search for her…and with your luck, you found her. Though, you couldn’t remember her name..or..did she even tell you it??

“Hey! your the girl from earlier, right? where’ve you been? you like disappeared from the dance floor!”

The girl ask first, her large curls bouncing around as she dances to the music. Her tan skin glowing nicely under the neon lights of the club. “Oh, i went to go grab a drink! you get it.” You responded, speaking in her ear in attempts to be heard over the music. She simply nodded with a smirk and scrunched nose, a silent "I get it girl."

You and her continued talking as you danced to the music, occasionally grinding on each other in your tight dresses, along with hyping each other up, all in good fun of course. By now your margarita was empty, so you both agreed to push through the other sweaty people on the dance floor. eyes set on the bar as you finally squeezed past the last person, letting out a long sigh of relief.

“Hiii again!~ can we get one strawberry mezcal, aaaaannnnddd?…” The girl (whose name you discovered was Tiana.) trailed off, looking at you considering she didn’t know your order. “One frozen strawberry margarita.” You added, the bartender simply nodding before moving to make your drinks. The two of you waited as you both sat at the bar. Exchanging numbers in the midst of conversation.

<3~

You and Tiana were giggling over some goofy topic, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned your head to find a charming, yet familiar looking guy. “Hello?..” You ask, a bit wary since you weren’t sure if you knew this dude. Tiana simply watched, keeping an eye on him as well.

“Hey, it’s been a while.” The guy speaks, his deep voice just barley audible over the music and ringing of your ears. You look a him a bit confused. “I..know you?” You asked, tilting your head as you analyzed him..he kinda looked like a douche.

“Woow…you forgot me already?” he chuckled, the glass of whiskey in his hand swirling a bit. Though he frowned a bit once he realized you weren’t joking.

“Jeong Yunho..? i was kind of your best friend all throughout high school?” He asked, his face a bit worried that you truly had forgotten him. Your eyes immediately lit up, you hadn’t seen him since graduation! He changed..a LOT. “no fucking way…is that really you?!?” You ask, eyes wide as you analyzed him..he was already handsome in his high school years..so seeing him now, more mature..it was a bit attractive honestly.

Tiana abruptly stood up, “I’ll excuse myself, there’s a hot guy sulking in a corner and i plan to make his night.” She stated. “And maybe you can make his,” she whispered in your ear, smirking as she slyly walked away, mouthing the words “Text me.” you sighed before looking back at him, taking a sip of your drink. “So..how’ve you been?” You ask, your gaze meeting his. Yunho shrugged, a small pout on his lips. “I’ve been alright, managed to get into that college i applied for after graduation…and i’ve been studying criminology and law since. You?” He replied, taking a sip of his whiskey as he leaned on the bar beside you.

You thought for a moment. “I’ve been good. I ended up majoring in fashion design…minor in business.” You responded. He could tell your tone was off, like you weren’t focused. “Are you tipsy? or just bored?” Yunho asked you, his deep voice immediately snatching you from your thoughts. “I’m admittedly a bit tipsy, but..i’m not bored at all. I’m just shocked I ran into you..your so, different.” You spoke, your eyes flashing with curiosity.

“Is that a good thing?..or?. . .” He ask, a bit worried at your unreadable expression. “No, no, trust me..it’s a good thing.” You assured him, a smile smile on your lips. Yunho went to reply when the song suddenly changed, his eyes immediately darting to the dance floor, then back at you. “I’m glad..but hey, you wanna dance?” He offered as he held his hand out, a smirk playing on his lips.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “Hell, why not. My dance partner left me anyways.” You chuckled as you nodded towards Tiana flirting with some guy. You placed your hand in his as he took it, leading you onto the dance floor. The two of you talked about random things, mostly what’s been happening since you drifted apart. The more you two spoke, the closer you both got..physically and friendship wise. . .

Before you knew it, your drinks were empty and yunho was behind you, your back to his chest and his large hand on your waist as the two of you moved and swayed with the music. To sum it up, you were pretty much grinding on him. “You’ve definitely changed quite a bit yourself..” Yunho’s deep voice echoed in your ear, not bothering to shout over the music. You smiled a bit, “what’d you expect? for me to stay all nerdy 24/7?” You chuckled, your cheeks just a small shade of pink. You tried your best to ignore the feeling between your legs as your eyes looked up to meet yunho’s, but you swore you could feel a tent in his pants.

“D’know..i thought it was hot.” He chuckled, words just falling off his tongue at this point..but it was all the truth. His gaze was locked into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You were a bit taken aback “Really?..never thought you’d be into that..” You replied, a small smile on your face as yunho pulled you closer ever so slightly.

“Well..you thought wrong.” He chuckled. His hand was still resting on your waist, though his body moved more in sync with yours now. The now more obvious tent in his pants rubbing against the fabric of your dress, though you chose not to mention it..even though you knew damn well both of you felt it. Suddenly, Yunho spoke up. “Hey..what’d ya say we head to my place? my ears are ringing like hell..” He offered you. Before you could even think of what you were saying, you agreed. “Sure, i’m down.”

<3 ~

“I’ll call an uber, that cool?” He asked as you two walked out the club, in which you simply nod in response, ignoring the ringing in your ears and the slight tremble in your legs at the thought of going to his house. He was just an old friend. . . nothing crazy would happen. Or at least that’s what you thought.

The two of you continued small conversations, most of it consisting of “Huh?” considering the ringing in your ears overpowered your voices. Eventually you heard a man shout from a black car “Uber for Yunho!” The both of you turning your heads before yunho raised his hand and began walking towards the car, expecting you to follow.

“You first,” Yunho insisted as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to sit down before he joined you, closing the door and reciting his address to the uber driver. The sounds of the road overtook the silence in the car, the two of you in comfortable silence. Though you couldn’t help but wonder if the tension you felt was just you, or if he could sense it himself.

Suddenly the car came to a halt, parked infront of a well kept apartment building. “We’re here, cmon.” Yunho spoke, opening the door on his side, holding it open as you awkwardly shuffled towards his side to exit the car as well. Huffing as you stood up. “You ready? cmon.” He spoke, closing the door of the car as the uber driver drove off. The two of you beginning to make way into his apartment building.

As you both reached his door, he fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door. He awkwardly huffed a laugh as he looked back at you, opening the door and allowing you in. His apartment was well furnished, it looked very cozy. “Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything else to drink..or?..” He asked, shutting the door and locking it.

“I’ll be fine..im already tipsy.” You murmured, blinking a few times before sitting on his couch. The whole apartment smelled like his cologne, it was nice..and weirdly attractive. It felt like he was all around you. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen. Curious, you turned around to find him pouring himself half a glass of what you assumed to be whiskey. “Can you handle your liquor? your ears are red enough, no?” You asked, hinting at his now pink shaded ears.

“I’ll be alright, it’s only half a glass.” He insisted, taking a sip as he walked over towards you. The sleeves of his blue button up rolled to his elbows as he sat beside you on the couch. Yunho sighed for a moment before looking at you, he seemed to be thinking. “What’s up with you? developed a staring problem?” You asked with a chuckle. A small smile formed on his face, and hell did he look handsome. Though you pushed that thought aside.

“Nah..just thinking.” He responded, his voice a bit raspy. You would be lying if you said it didn’t send a small shiver down your spine. “Thinking about what?” You spoke, playing into the conversation with a small grin. “You want the truth? or bullshit?” He asked, taking a sip of whiskey. “The truth, obviously.” You spoke, your eyes narrowing playfully at him.

“Well..” He started, putting his glass of whiskey on the coffee table about a foot infront of you two. “If your so sure, then i’ll tell you.” He spoke, giving a suspenseful pause as he stared at you. His dark eyes roamed yours, occasionally flickering to your lips. “So?..what’s on your mind?” You ask, the suspense making you curious. He sighed, leaning over so his elbows rested on his knees, one hand clasped over the other as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You.” He stated simply, which took you by surprise. “What do you mean ‘me?’..I need context Yunho.” You spoke, your head tilting in confusion. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together just a bit at the sight of him. He was hot, you couldn’t deny that. You just hoped he hadn’t become some sort of douche.

“Don’t play dumb, i know your smart.” He spoke, his gaze locked on you. “What i mean is, im thinking about you. Everything, about you. From the past, and now.” He spoke, sitting up right. “How much you’ve changed..how much you’ve stayed the same..” His voice got deeper with every word, his tone becoming a bit more..flirty. You felt a goosebumps spread on your skin as he got closer, a small tingle spreading throughout your body..you couldn’t find the words to speak.

“How pretty you are in that dress..” He whispered, his hand now on your waist. He was slowly inching closer. “God, you’re so pretty..” He breathed as his eyes roamed over your body, his hand slowly running up and down your sides. “Yunho..are you drunk?” You asked, your voice quiet. The way he was slowly leaning you back onto the couch made you feel..small.

“Just a bit tipsy..but I promise, i’ve never been more sure of my actions than I am right now.” He whispered, his face just inches from yours. His free hand moved to your middle back to keep you from moving away from him. You went to open your mouth to speak, but no words came out. He leaned in just a bit more, his head tilting as his eyes met yours, you could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

“Can I kiss you?..please?” He asked, which caught you by surprise..he truly is just as respectful as he used to be. Some small part of you couldn’t help but urge you to nod. “Hell yea.” You murmured. Without a second thought he leaned in, his lips landing softly on yours. The kiss was slow, almost like he was teasing. His hand roamed your hips and waist, the other coming up to the side of your face. The pad of his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, a silent request to open your mouth. In which you happily obliged, his tongue moving to meet yours. As he explored your mouth, the taste of your sweet margarita mixed with the bitterness of his whiskey, creating an intoxicating taste that neither of you could get enough of.

“Fuck..you’ve got no clue how long I’ve waited for this..” Yunho muttered between the now sloppy kiss, which didn’t miss you at all..but that’s something you’d ask about later. Right now, you were practically melting in his hands as they roamed you, lightly squeezing your thighs every once in a while. After what felt like forever, you two pulled away. His forehead resting on yours as a string of saliva kept you two connected, both of you taking deep breaths.

“Fuck it.” Yunho spoke, taking your hand and standing up.

<3~

Next thing you knew, he was pinning you down to his bed, his lips latched onto yours as his hands squeezed and roamed your thighs. Your kisses were sloppy and messy, tongues and teeth clashing with one another. You softly sighed into the kiss at his touch, a small smirk on his lips. He slowly pulls away, his gaze locked on yours.

“If you feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop, alright?” He spoke sternly, waiting for a response, his breath fanning over his neck. “I will..i promise.” You whispered, Yunho hummed in acknowledgment before moving to place sloppy open mouthed kisses on your neck. His tongue grazing your skin every once in a while. You quickly discovered that Yunho was one hell of a tease.

“Shit…” you murmured, Yunho having the time of his life kissing and licking at your neck, with the occasional bite or suck. You already had 1 or 2 hickeys forming on your collarbones and neck. Yunho nipped at a certain part on the side of your neck, causing you to gasp. A small whine leaving your lips in the process. Yunho snickered in response. “Feels good?” He asked softly, continuing to kiss and suck on the small spot. “Fuck, yea..” You sighed, one of your hands toying with his hair.

He let out a low chuckle. He continued to tease that small spot until a hickey bloomed, placing a small kiss on it as he admired the newly made bruise. “Yunho..” you breathed. He swiftly moved to look at you, your gaze locked on his as your chest rose and fell. There was nothing but pure tension in the room. You could cut it with a knife. “Hm? What’s wrong baby?” He asked, the pet name so naturally rolling off his tongue..you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Nothings wrong..just, stop teasing..hm?” You suggested, your hand messing with the collar of his button up. He chuckled, looking away for a moment before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Try asking a little nicer, yea baby?” He replied, his voice smooth and deep as he looked down at you. You huffed..a small pout playing in your lips.

“Yunho..please stop being such a tease, you know im not the most patient person..” you murmured, your eyes meeting his intense ones. He huffed a bit. “I know,” He snickered, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he ran his hands up and down your inner thighs. “But it’s so fun watching you whine…can’t I just have a bit more fun?” He asked with a chuckle, lifting your right leg up and putting it over his shoulder as he leaned down. He placed more wet kisses on your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin as you gasped with every bite and lick.

“Yunho..dammit, please..” You whispered, your dress scrunched up at your hips by now. You swore you could feel his smirk against your thighs. “Please, what? Tell me what you need baby.” He murmured against your thighs, his gaze moving to meet yours. You groaned a bit in protest. “Yun..can you touch me, please?..” You muttered, your head falling back into the plush pillows as you whined, his kisses and licks not faltering.

“Touch you where, cutie? Here?” He ask with a sly smirk, his hand moving to your mid thigh. You shook your head, eyes shut as he left hickeys all over your inner thigh. “Then where?..You’re gonna have to tell me pretty girl, or else I won’t know what you want..” He teased, his tone was low and flirty. “Yunho..god dammit..I need you. I need your fingers in me..please..” you whined, your voice sounding just a bit impatient. He knew just how to test your limits.

“Oh? Such a needy girl..” Yunho cooed in a teasing manner, his hands slowly gliding across your skin and towards your core. You gasped in relief as you felt his finger glid across your dampened panties. He slowly moved to scrunch your dress up towards your waist, pulling down your underwear afterwards. He inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of your wet core.

“Shit..this pretty thing’s all for me?” He snickered, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit as he basked in your sweet sounds. “Yun!…fuck——” You moaned softly. His lips crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as he slid two fingers into your core, moving them at a teasingly slow pace. He simply grinned as you tried to moved your hips in sync with his fingers, though he held your hips down to the bed with his free hand.

You let out soft gasp and whines at his slow pace, it wasn’t enough for you. “Yunho, more..please?” You asked between the messy kisses. Yunho slowly broke the kiss, his eyes locked on yours as your lips were less than an inch apart. “Beg. I want you to beg me for it baby.” He said lowly, his eyelids a bit droopy. Your cheeks flushed a shade of pink, you knew it’d be embarrassing..but the way his fingers pumped in and out of you. . .made you willing to do anything for more of him.

Yunho slightly snickered as he waited for you to speak. You inhaled a deeper breath before closing your eyes to speak. “Yunho..can you—“ you began, before he cut you off with a stern tone. “Open your eyes. Look at me and beg, baby.” He ordered, in which you opened your eyes, your gaze landing on his lustful one. “Yunho..” You started, Yunho humming in response as he waited for you to continue, his slow pace not faltering. “Yunho..please, I need you..can you please go faster? God, and use your mouth..I..I need it, so bad. I can’t take anymore teasing..” You whined, a few moans slipping past your lips.

“Well..your gonna take what I give you anyways baby,..but since you asked so nicely..” Yunho trailed off with a smirk, his head moving down between your legs to give your core a long lick. “I mean..how could I say no to that pretty face?…or this pretty pussy, hm?” He cooed. His lips latching around your clit as he sucked and nipped at it, his fingers now pumping in and out of you at a faster pace.

You gasped at the sudden simulation. Your hand finding its way to yunho’s hair, tangling your fingers with his long hair. “This what you wanted, princess?” He asked, a sly smile on his lips as he abused the small bundle of nerves, nothing but whines and soft gasp of his name leaving your lips. Yunho absolutely loved the sounds you made. He couldn’t help but rut into the mattress, softly moaning against your clit, causing you to see stars.

“Fuck..just like that..please..” You murmured, Yunho let out a mix of a chuckle and a moan. He slowly removed

out his fingers, the feeling immediately being replaced with the warmth of his tongue. Your back arched at the feeling, his hands now holding your hips down as your grip on his hair tightened, his nose perfectly nudging against your clit.

His tongue explored every inch it could reach, your taste on his tongue was absolutely intoxicating for him. His rutting into the mattress not faltering, he was just as needy as you were..but he kept himself together, planning to tease you to your limits.

He continued at this for a while, every time you tried to buck your hips, his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure it would leave bruises a this point. “Shit princess..I could do this all night. You taste so fuckin’ good..” He quietly moaned, placing open mouthed kisse on your clit before his tongue found it way back inside you. You could feel the pleasure bubbling up in your lower stomach, your breathing becoming more erratic. “Yun..Yunho, I’m close..please keep going, god..” you spoke between moans, your mind was hazy, your thoughts wrapped around the pleasure you were feeling..and the source of it, Yunho.

“Your gonna cum, baby? You wanna cum all over on my face?” He teased, his fingers quickly replacing his tongue as they pumped in and out of you as a quick pace, curling towards him. You nodded vigorously in response, too blinded by the feeling of his fingers to form a sentence. “Your gonna have to say it with your words baby.” He spoke, leaning back down to suck on your clit, his fingers movements not faltering. “Fuck!…yes, yes. Let me cum on your face please..it feels so good..” you manage to say, your words just a bit slurred.

“Good girl..your words are slurring already? Shit..I can’t wait to see what your like when your stuffed full with my cock. You’ll be a damn mess.” He chuckled, his breath fanning over your core. His words didn’t help how close you were, you felt the knot in your stomach continue to tighten.

“Yunho..I’m gonna..I’m..shit—” You whined, yunho immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue. “Cum on my tongue baby..let me taste you some more, yea?” He murmured, continuing to edge you closer util you finally came undone, whines and pretty moans leaving your lips as you saw stars. your core clenched around yunho’s tongue as he slurped up your slick, basking in the taste of you all over his tongue and mouth. He didn’t leave a single drop behind, letting you ride out your high on his tongue until he finally moved from

In-between your legs.

His lips quickly found yours, letting you taste yourself as your tongues met. Your hands crawled towards his button up. You slowly began undoing the buttons, yunho focusing on getting your dress off. Once his shirt was fully open and your dress was off, he latched his mouth onto one of your breast, sending goosebumps all over your body. His right hand massaging the other one.

“Fuck..” you murmured, your breath shallow as you leaned into his touch. Yunho abruptly stopped, looking down at you. “Can you get on your knees for me princess? Please..I need your mouth around my dick so fucking bad.” He whispered, his lust filled gaze locked on yours.

You simply nodded. You both moved around, yunho now leaning against the headboard as you were on your knees in between his legs. Yunho quickly undoing his belt and tossing it in some random corner of the room, immediately undoing the buttons of his pants and tugging his pants and boxers down, his erection being freed from the confines of his clothes. He let out a sigh, the tip an angry red color and already dripping with precum, which smeared over his mid and lower abs. His chest rising and falling softly, the dim lights of his room making him look ethereal.

You slowly took his erection into your hands, pumping it slowly as you leaned down, licking across the slit on his tip. He murmured a soft “fuck..” As he grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding it away from your face as you took his tip into your mouth, your gaze locked on his. You soon went further, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, which was a little more than half. He moaned as you gagged on his cock.

“Shit..your mouth feels so good..” He groaned softly, his grip on your hair tightening as he fucked your face, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he pushed his cock a bit further down your throat. His gaze never left yours as he moaned your name softly, his hips stuttering a bit. “God..your really gonna make me cum this fast..” He muttered, bucking his hips a bit more. “Can I cum is your mouth baby? Is that alright?” He asked as you were literally gagging on his dick. He ran his free hand through his hair as he watched you give a small thumbs up. He chuckled a bit, but it flowed into a moan as he felt himself get closer.

“Fuck, princess..swallow all of it for me, okay?” He moaned, a small

Smile on his lips as his now wrinkled open button up drooped off one of his shoulders. His head fell back as he pushed your head down just a bit more, majority of his cock stuffed down your throat as he let out a long string of moans, his cum flowing down your throat as you swallowed. He finally let go of your hair, your head lifting up from his, your eyes a bit glossy.

“Open your mouth.” He spoke, taking a hand to place it under your chin, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down. You complied, opening your mouth to show that you did infact, swallow everything. “Good girl, you’ve been doing so good..does that pretty pussy want some of my cum too? Huh?” He teased, his hands resting on your slightly bruised hips as he waited for your response.

“God, yes..I’ve been waiting all fucking night..” You whined, Yunho immediately moving to hover over you.

“Do you have any condoms?” He asked, fully removing his button up and tossing it somewhere in the room. “No, fuck, just go raw..” you murmured, your hands running across his torso. His eyes widened a bit, his erection slowly coming back at the thought. “Shit..are you sure?..” he asked, he was genuine. He needed you to be sure. “..I know what I want. So please..go raw.” You whispered, his lips finding yours as he kissed you, lightly biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, causing you to gasp softly.

Yunho softly groaned as he pushed in, inch by inch until you were full of him. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust before you began to move your hips a bit, looking for any sort of friction. “You ready, baby?” He ask, moving to place small kisses on your chest. “Mhm..” You hummed with a nod, gasping as he pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. A small groan leaving his lips as he started with a slow pace, his eyes finding yours..searching for any hint of discomfort.

“..yunho, faster..please.” You sighed softly, your eyelids drooping ever so slightly as your nails softly scratched his back. He chuckled in response, his pace speeding up with each thrust, his grip on your hips becoming a bit tighter. You let out gasps and whines every time his hips met yours, his mouth moving down to latch on another one of your tits, his teeth grazing your nipple ever so slightly. “Just like that— please! Don’t, don’t stop!” You whined as he finally found a quick pace, his cock hitting your gummy spot with each thrust. His gaze eventually found yours as he pounded into you, his thumb finding it ways to your clit to stimulate you even further.

“Fuck..you take my cock so good princess, you like being stuffed full, don’t you?” He teased between his own soft pants and moans. You simply nodded, your nails digging into his back. “Mhm..mhm—“ was all you could manage, yunho chuckling at how dazed you already were. You couldn’t even think properly with the way he would pull out fully just to snap his hips forward, stuffing you with his cock all over again.

He removed his thumb from your clit, causing you to whine from the loss of contact as his hand moved to grip the headboard as he continued harshly pounding into you, words of praise about how good you take him leaving his lips every few thrust. “..such a good girl, your pretty pussy takes my cock so fuckin’ good..” he moaned, his gaze locked on yours as he watched your eyes roll back ever so slightly.

Yunho couldn’t help but admire the way his cock would leave a small

Imprint on your lower tummy with each thrust. Meanwhile the knot in your stomach formed once again. All you could manage was a few whines of his name and pouty moans as you felt him all around you. His lips once again latching onto your neck, softly nibbling between moans.

The way his cock abused your gummy spot had your head spinning, pushing you towards the edge. “Yunho!- I’m close, so close— please keep going, please!” You pleaded, small whines escaping your lips between words. “Your that drunk on my dick already? Gonna— fuck..cum so soon princess?” He snickered, whispering in your ear before quickening his pace, the bed creaking slightly as his grip on the headboard tightened.

“You wanna cum that bad? Go ahead baby, be a good girl and cum on my dick.” Yunho groaned in your ear, feeling his high slowly approaching as well. “Fuck— I’m..i—!” Was all you managed to say before you felt your climax wash over you, your hand tangled in his hair as you let out choked moans and whimpers.

Yunho’s pace didn’t falter as he chased after his own high, a few whimpers leaving his lips with how close he was. “Fuck, fuck— good girl, take my dick, just like that. I’m so fucking close- god..just a little more baby..I’m-“ He moaned, his eyes shut as his thrust got sloppy, his hips stuttering a bit. You couldn’t even think at this rate, the pleasure becoming too much as he fucked you past your limit, not giving your body a chance to calm down.

“Yunho, I— it’s too much-“ you whined, Yunho’s lip cutting you off as he crashed them onto yours, the sloppy kiss full of moans and whimpers. “I know baby, but I’m so close, be a good girl and take it, okay? Please..fuck—. Be a good girl for me-” He moaned between the kiss, his tongue sloppily crashing with yours as you were still attempting to catch your breath. His pace was getting sloppier by the second, desperate for his own release.

“Can I cum inside you?..please baby?” He asked, his needy eyes locking with your dazed ones. “God!- yes, please—” you whimpered. That was all he needed, his head falling onto your shoulder as he came. His hips stuttering as he fucked his cum further into you, riding out his high. Moans leaving his lips as your pussy milked him for every drop he could give at that moment.

“Good girl..shit, you were so good for me baby.” He murmured as he attempted to even out his breaths, placing a kiss on your cheek. You both laid there for a moment, processing what just happened. Yunho was the first to move, removing his weight from you to shuffle off the bed stand up.

“I’m gonna grab you a water, alright?…don’t move around too much.”

He spoke, his tone softly now as he softly brushed the hair from your face before sliding on his boxers. As he walked out of the room, you couldn’t help but be left alone with your thoughts. You just had sex with the guy you liked all throughout high school…but what was next? Was this it? Just a quick fuck and then what?..He’d just ask you to leave? You couldn’t help but worry a bit as you slowly sat up, Yunho returning with the glass of water.

He placed the glass down on his nightstand for a moment before grabbing one of his shirts and helping you put it on before handing you the water. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” He asked you softly, his hand moving to rub small circles on your back. “No..I feel fine, don’t worry.” You assured him, though it was obvious to anyone you seemed a little on edge.

“Hey..what’s wrong? Do you regret anything?..” He asked, his eyes were obviously a bit worried. You took a long sip of your water before looking at him. “No..of course I don’t. I’m just..kinda nervous I guess.” You murmured, your gaze moving down to the glass.

“Nervous? Nervous of what, baby?” He asked, softly grabbing your chin so your gaze met his. “I..I mean I don’t really know what’s after this…we haven’t seen eachother in years and then we just did this..I..I just don’t want you to pretend like this never happened.” You sighed, a small pout on your lips. Yunho chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips. “Why the hell would I do that? Do you seriously have no clue how happy I am? I never stopped thinking about you..even after we drifted apart.” He spoke, every word leaving his lips filled with genuine emotion.

“Really?..” you asked, you truly hoped with every bit of your being that this wasn’t some stupid dream. “Really. I’ve always been interested in you, since sophomore year..but you never noticed. So I just never said anything.” He assured you, his eyes filled with nothing but pure affection. You let out a huff of relief, but also shock. You didn’t know what to say. “I’m like…really into you, everything about you honestly.” He spoke, waiting for any sort of response from you.

You simply pulled him in for a kiss, it was sweet. He looked at you with happy eyes as you pulled away. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, oh my god.” You spoke with a sigh, a smile forming on your face.

“I’m glad..” He started, looking down at his lap before back at you. “Hey, let me take you out to dinner tomorrow. I know I probably should’ve done that first but..what’d you say?” He offered.

“I’d love too.” You replied with an even bigger smile, your nose scrunching a bit. He let out a long sigh of relief, a hand on his chest. “Okay..awesome. I..uhm, it’s late though, you must be tired.” He spoke, adjusting the blankets so they were over your legs, proceeding to open his arms a bit. “We should probably sleep..no?” He suggested. You happily accepted as you both laid down, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m so happy…you can’t even imagine.” He murmured into your hair, your head laying on his chest. “I bet..” You joked with a snicker, your eyelids feeling heavy as you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of his arms.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight baby, I love you.” He replied, a soft smile on his face.

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A/N: &/&:7: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IN FOREVER SO I HOPE ITS OKAY 😰😰😰!! Apologies for any spelling or grammar errors I didn’t catch…

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❍ ‗ Love Language (Skz - Hyung line) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Chan x reader, Minho x reader, Changbin x reader, Hyunjin x reader

Genre/warnings : Half headcanon and half scenarios. They all start fluffy and fun and end up suggestively/with a little smut. Regardless strictly 18+

Summary : Each member has some specific dynamics in their relationship that makes your love so special. These are some of them <3

Word count : 2.1 K

A/n : The summary and title suck I know apologies lol, just read to understand lol. Anyways have fun!

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Chan ‗ ❍

Chan would be absolutely smitten with someone that either had his same talents with music (the whole process) or at the very least someone that is genuinely interested in what he does. He would feel very validated and happy about it , for sure.

"Oh wow is this something new?" he'd answer yes and ask if you wanted to hear it. Of course you'd say yes in a heartbeat. You'd sit on his lap and listening intently to the new sample/recording, bopping your head to it slightly along with the rhythm.

He would try play it cool but would secretly be really hopeful of your response. When you finished listening you'd say something like "That was great, Channie. I especially liked-" and then you'd go into detail about it. He would be smiling so wide I just know.

Extra bonus points if you start adding some technical specifics or took the initiative to give other ideas, keeping in mind everything that you learned from him. Now he's absolutely in awe and wouldn't be able to hide it.

Or maybe it could be a lyric draft, a new dance bit to learn, some raw vocals and so on. Honestly just any part of his work.

He can be insecure sometimes and doubt his own abilities, so I feel like he would gain so much confidence if someone that he genuinely cared about gave him positive feedback. Especially since you'd try to be always really honest with each other, he would value that a lot too.

So in short, shower him in compliments and make him all shy, he'll love that and hate that at the same time.

It could also be that maybe you're not an expert in the matter and would simply ask him to explain further his inspiration/ideas or the process behind whatever he was doing.

Either way one of you would end up impressed af and randomly go like "You know that was really hot, right?"

Next thing you know you're fucking on the studio couch. Or the desk. Or you riding him on the studio chair. The possibilities are multiple.

"So you think I'm really hot, uh?" he'd tease, making you smile breathlessly. You'd get closer to his ear and whisper "Yes. Always" making him groan.

"You seemed such an expert a few moments ago" he'd say in between thrusts, "Should we make our own beat? What do you say, uh? Can't talk now?" you'd clench around him, too out of it to respond.

"My baby is too fucked out to talk now?" he'd tease, but quickly add some sort of praise like "My good girl, so smart".

He could and would absolutely tease you to get you hot and bothered but would never miss to also shower you in praises like you do with him.

Minho ‗ ❍

I feel he's someone who would love to have a person that can easily match his energy, but also sweep him off his feet.

If he's being serious, he'd want you to also be serious. Unless it was a situation in which you know that he just needs some jokes to make him calm down. If he's in a teasing mood or maybe a rare cheesy mood, he'd like you to play along. Imagine if he decided to be really sweet and you're like "What are you doing Minho"

He would absolutely take it ten times worse that it actually is. Especially if we're talking about occasions in which he allows himself to be comfortable and play around. So don't do that please lol

He would find it very amusing if you actually managed to not only keep up with him but maybe even take it a step further. Maybe when he's making a joke or being ironic. If he's being cute and you act even cuter it would make him happy/shy. If he gets into a heated conversation and you're open to discuss it with him, he would really appreciate you speaking your mind and listening to his thoughts.

He would also get quite protective of your own feelings, wanting to demonstrate the same consideration and love to you. He'd make sure to also adapt well to your own mood or cheer you up and comfort you if you needed it. I guess we could say that trusting each other with your feelings and emotions is your love language. And that's why you work so well together; you're truly friends before you're lovers.

But again, in general he would get so giddy and excited when you do share his vibe. Would probably end up with the tension going through the roof. Sexy, angsty, funny, cute. Doesn't matter really.

And now suddenly he's having his way with you in whichever place you're in and truly keep the energy going.

"Oh you think you're funny now, uh?" would absolutely tease you for going along with him and turn it against you. Say shit like"Such a naughty girl for making such jokes" only to make you go insane.

Not in public, absolutely never in public. He's not a big fan of drawing the attention on him especially when he feels vulnerable. But once you get home, oh boy. Again, could be anywhere around the house in any moment of the day.

"Minho-" you'd try to say in between kisses, "Are you sure this is the time for this?" your tone not convincing even yourself. He'd smirk, jokingly grazing his teeth on your neck, "Why not? What, you want me to stop?" he'd tease, making you immediately say no and kiss him harshly.

Those kind of "I don't even know how I ended up here" type of situations. Insane and unhinged just like the man himself.

A joke goes too far and you're laughing a little to hard while you're doing laundry? The washing machine will do. You just got home and are too horny to think straight? The wall next to the entrance sounds good. It's a lazy evening and you're watching something on tv? The bedroom is the place. And so on <3

Changbin ‗ ❍

Changbin is probably someone who would love to have someone that he could spoil and take care of, 'baby' if you will, but would 100% do it back. I almost feel like it would be a standard for a relationship.

He is the type of man that would treat you like royalty and make sure that you're never missing anything. He wouldn't do it expecting to get anything in return, it's just really a matter of affecting and his love language.

But, it would make him very very happy if his s/o had the same type of dynamic.

For him specifically we're talking about both non material and material type of gifts/attention. Like comforting you or making you laugh when you need it, always making sure that you're comfortable and taken care of.

But also I feel like he would spoil you with gifts both randomly and in special occasions. If for example he buys you a birthday gift, it would have to be the best option that fit your taste perfectly. I also feel like you noticing it and making a comment on it like "Oh, Binnie thank you so much, it's my favorite color!" would make him extremely proud. Just in general seeing you happy and knowing that he contributed to it.

On your side, I think he would truly appreciate even the smallest and most mundane things like grabbing his jacket for him before he goes out and give him a little kiss goodbye, adding a slightly bigger portion of a food that he likes in comparison to another that he enjoys less, taking his hand/stroking his arm when he's feeling nervous to comfort him and so on.

It would make him feel loved. And a little babyed too, which I think he'd love to be honest. He'd absolutely baby you in return though, for sure.

All of these situations could easily turn into more explicit ones with the right setting or the right occasion.

For example, if we're talking about gifts, something a little kinky could be you buying a set of lingerie 'just for him'. Or the opposite. He could be the one buying you a nice necklace and comment on how he'd "Like to see you wearing only that"

Or maybe he could have a special event/professional engagement that he's feeling nervous about and you could say something like "I know you're gonna do great. My Binnie is always so good" getting closer to him adding "Make sure to do very well today too for me, okay? Just think of me waiting for you at home with a gift for you only" you'd add some touching or kissing to really seal the deal.

Good job, now you successfully turned him on. Would probably get distracted from his anxiety and go around with a shit eating grin, and of course, do absolutely great on stage. And after that he'd come come with a purpose, and that purpose was thanking you properly for giving him the confidence that he needed. And find his gift, of course.

Not even the time for you to congratulate him on his performance or say hello for that matter, that he'd be passionately kissing you. "Want to show me that little gift you were talking about, princess?" you'd smirk at him and just go "Unwrap it yourself, baby boy".

And he would absolutely do that in no time but not before picking you up and then bringing you to the bedroom to fully enjoy his gift.

Hyunjin ‗ ❍

Hyunjin is somewhat of an introvert yes, but he is also someone who can completely transform on stage, and that is thanks to confidence. Whether he's actually confident or kind of 'fakes it til he makes it', you can't really tell the difference. And that's because nonetheless he genuinely enjoys himself and has lots of fun dancing, singing and performing in general.

This is why I think that something that he would truly appreciate and find attractive in a s/o is the ability to be carefree. Doesn't necessarily mean that you couldn't be insecure or at the contrary be extremely confident. It just means that nonetheless you would be able to have fun and enjoy yourself when you're doing something you like.

For him it can be dancing, for you it can be something else. Whatever it is I feel like it would make him happy to see you truly happy. And also not take yourself too seriously. Maybe even make fun of each other from time to time.

Like when he's practicing a dance routine and being all sexy and serious and shit, maybe even purposefully make a show for you, and by the end of it you'd go "Hwang Hyunjin stop making sexy faces it's just me. Or do you want to seduce the walls?" that would probably make him laugh and instantly shift the mood. Maybe even get him a little shy, never hurts to tease.

And that's when you play it off, but there could easily be other occasions in which he would 100% try to seduce you and be successful at it.

He could be singing or dancing to a particularly 'exciting' song and somehow get you involved. Maybe whispering some lyrics with a low voice, or get you to dance/move with him finding an excuse to touch you. Or maybe both at the same time.

You could also play the same game though. Maybe one night you're feeling particularly in a good mood and just wanted to dance/sing like there's no tomorrow, so you'd try to get Hyunjin involved in your fun, usually being successful. He'd get shy at first but would slowly start to let himself go too.

In the same situation, if you were feeling in a specific mood though, you'd try your best to seduce him. Again, maybe mouthing or singing some lyrics suggestively and giving him bedroom eyes. Or dancing in the sexiest way you could manage, swaying your hips, touching your body or straight up coming onto him and teasing him up close, inviting him to put his own hands on you.

At that point the level of attraction that he was already feeling just from seeing you being so carefree and confident in having fun would straight up turn into being horny. He'd follow your movements with his hands on your body, maybe joining for a while only to explode not long after.

Any surface would do. You'd be way too drunk on each other and with way too much tension to release to think straight. "Look how messy we are right now, and who's fault is that?" he'd whisper in your ear while fucking you against the dance practice room wall.

"I have no idea" you'd tease, making him chuckle breathlessly, before bringing his head closer with your hand to kiss him deeply.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.