#you’ve got a pulse and you are breathing

[satellite-evans]

my little girl

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando and you welcome your baby boy, but Sophie struggles with jealousy. As she adjusts, she learns her place in the family is just as important.

Word count: 5.6k+

Warnings: fluff, little angst

Request: can you do a continuation of “my lando” ? reader and lando’s baby has finally arrived and little sophie is jealous all the attention is not on her anymore but she’s obviously reassured, love your writing 💌💌

or

The second part to best friends was soooo cute 🥺🥺 if you’re still taking requests would you be willing to write about when the baby is born and maybe their new dynamic with the new baby and how Sophie is adjusting maybe her having a moment of jealously

A/N:

I recommend for you to read part 1 and part 2 first xxx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

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One of the things you had always loved about hospitals was the stillness, the quiet that seemed to wrap the entire building in a soft cocoon of serenity. The absence of loud, unnecessary noise, the only sounds being the faint, comforting whispers of nurses moving about their duties, and the occasional soft murmur of visitors exchanging words.

But now, that same silence was suffocating. What once brought you comfort now felt oppressive, a cruel reminder of the pain you were enduring. The quiet made every breath you took feel louder, every sensation sharper. It was as if the stillness in the room amplified your suffering, making each contraction feel more intense, more unbearable. The world outside seemed so far away, and inside, all you could focus on was the agony that seemed to pulse through your body, relentlessly, without end.

The only sound that broke the silence was the rhythm of your own breathing, steady but shallow, as you tried desperately to stay in control. You focused on each inhale and exhale, trying to calm the storm inside you, but with each contraction, the pain grew. Your mind raced with each passing second, but you kept your eyes closed, holding on to the one constant in the room: Lando.

He was there, as always, your unwavering support. He hadn’t left your side for hours, holding your hand firmly, his presence a steady anchor in the sea of pain. His voice, soft and soothing, whispered words of reassurance in your ear, grounding you in the chaos. His touch was like a lifeline, pulling you back from the edge, reminding you that you were not alone.

“Lando…” you gasped between breaths, the pain surging again, a new wave of contractions hitting. Your eyes fluttered open, the world around you still spinning. “Is Sophie okay? Is she with Cisca?”

Lando’s face softened, his gaze steady and comforting as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your forehead. “She’s fine, baby,” he replied in a calm, quiet voice, squeezing your hand. “She’s with my mum, playing with her toys. She’s so excited to meet her little brother. You don’t have to worry about her.”

You took in a shaky breath, nodding slightly, but the worry didn’t leave your heart. “I just… I don’t want her to be scared, Lando. She’s still so young…”

“She’s not scared, honey,” he reassured you. “She’s fine. You focus on yourself now, okay? You’ve got this.”

Your eyes searched his face, desperate for something to hold onto, and though the pain felt like it was going to swallow you whole, the certainty in his voice gave you something to latch onto. His words, like a balm, calmed your racing heart just enough for you to focus.

But as the intensity of the moment deepened, Lando gently released your hand and stepped away, just for a moment, to speak with the nurses. You barely noticed as he moved, consumed by the fire burning within you, but the slight absence of his presence felt like a gap in the world. He’d been with you every step of the way, and now, with him gone even for a few seconds, it felt like the room grew colder.

And then, the door creaked open, the sound breaking the stillness as the doctor entered. Everything shifted in that instant. The air felt heavier, more charged. The time had come. The moment you had been waiting for, dreading, and anticipating in equal measure was finally here. The baby was almost here. The contractions that had seemed endless now had a purpose, the pain now a sign that the end of this chapter was near. And in that moment, you realized you were about to cross into something completely new.

Lando returned to your side in a heartbeat, his hand back in yours, steady and sure. His thumb gently rubbed over your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re doing amazing,” he murmured, his voice full of love and encouragement. “This is it, baby. We’re almost there.”

You nodded, focusing on his voice, on his hand in yours, as the world outside melted away. He was right. You were almost there. The baby was almost here.

In the hospital’s waiting room, Sophie sat quietly beside Lando’s mom, her tiny fingers fidgeting with the edges of her dress. She had been waiting for what felt like hours, her excitement growing with every passing minute. At first, she had been bouncing around, full of nervous energy, asking every few minutes if the baby had arrived yet. But now, with time dragging on, she was growing restless. The energy she had once radiated was fading into quiet fidgets and soft sighs, her eyes flicking toward the hallway every few seconds as if hoping for some sort of sign that something was happening.

Cisca, ever the doting grandmother, tried her best to keep Sophie distracted. She handed her a coloring book, hoping the bright pictures would capture her attention. "Here, sweetie, why don't you color this one? It’s a picture of a bunny with a little baby in her arms. Maybe that’ll make you feel better."

Sophie glanced at the book briefly but then set it aside, her eyes once again darting to the hallway. "Nana," she said softly, a small crease forming between her brows, "when's the baby coming? Is he here yet?"

Cisca smiled gently, though she could see the concern in Sophie’s eyes. "Soon, sweetheart. Your mommy and daddy are taking care of everything right now. It’s almost time."

"But why is it taking so long?" Sophie asked, her voice tinged with frustration and a bit of anxiety. "I thought babies just come out. Why is it so… so slow?"

Lando’s mom chuckled, her heart swelling with affection for the little girl. "Well, sweetie, babies don’t always come when we expect them to. Sometimes, they take their time and do things at their own pace. But don’t worry, your mommy is strong. She’s doing a great job."

Sophie gave a small nod but didn’t seem entirely convinced. She could hear the reassurance in her grandmother’s voice, but it didn’t quiet the flutter of unease in her stomach. Something was different now. As much as she had been looking forward to this day, she couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. What if everything changed once the baby was here? What if her parents didn’t have as much time for her anymore?

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, staring at the door as if willing it to open. "Nana… what if things are different now? What if Mommy and Daddy don’t have time for me anymore? What if they love the baby more than me?"

Cisca’s smile softened, and she gently placed a hand on Sophie’s shoulder. "Oh, honey, I know you’re feeling nervous. But your mommy and daddy love you so, so much. That will never change, not even when your little brother gets here. You’re their big girl, and they need you just as much as ever. You’ll be a big sister, and that’s a very important job."

"But I don’t want to share them," Sophie whispered, her voice barely audible. "I like being the only one."

Her grandmother squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. "I know, sweetie. It’s okay to feel that way. It’s a big change, and it’s okay to be a little scared. But you’ll see — you’re going to be the best big sister. And you’re going to have so much fun teaching your little brother all the things you know. You’ll always have special moments with your mommy and daddy, just like before."

Sophie chewed on her bottom lip, still uncertain. "I guess so," she murmured, though the anxiety still lingered in her chest. Her mind drifted to memories of playing with her mom and dad, all the little moments when it had just been the three of them. It felt like a world that might slip away.

Before Lando’s mom could offer more comforting words, Sophie’s eyes widened, and she straightened in her seat, her heart skipping a beat. She stared at the hallway door, as if she could sense something was about to happen. "Nana, I think I heard something! Do you think it’s time?"

Lando’s mom chuckled softly and nodded. "Maybe it is. Let’s wait and see, sweetheart."

Sophie shifted in her seat, her legs shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I just want to meet him," she said quietly, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of fear. "I hope he’s really cute. What if he cries all the time? What if I don’t know what to do?"

Her grandmother’s gentle laugh filled the room. "You’ll know what to do. You’re a smart, kind girl, and you’ll know just how to help. And as for crying — well, that’s just part of being a baby. But you’ll get used to it, I promise."

Sophie’s brow furrowed for a moment before she nodded slowly, trying to convince herself that it would be okay. She was excited, really. Deep down, she knew she would love her little brother. But the unknown was always the hardest part. As much as she had wanted this day to come, it was suddenly here, and with it came the realization that things would be different from now on. The whole world was about to shift, and she wasn’t sure what that would mean for her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to the waiting room swung open. Lando stood in the doorway, his face glowing with a mixture of excitement and relief. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with an undeniable energy, and his eyes immediately found Sophie. A smile tugged at his lips, softening the tension that had been building in his chest for hours.

"Sophie," he said, his voice warm but with an edge of nervous energy, "It’s time, Soph." He paused, his gaze filled with emotion as he stepped into the room, his footsteps quiet but purposeful. "Are you ready to meet your baby brother?"

Sophie’s heart leaped in her chest, and she jumped to her feet, her wide eyes never leaving her father. All the restlessness, the worry, and the nervousness she'd been holding onto for hours seemed to melt away in that moment. Her legs felt shaky, but her excitement made her move with purpose. “Is he here? Is it really time to see him?”

Lando nodded, his face breaking into a proud, loving grin. “Yeah, he’s finally here.” He took a step closer, his voice lowering slightly, though there was still a hint of excitement behind it. "Come with me, sweetie. You get to meet him first."

Sophie’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe it. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, her anticipation building with each passing second, and now, it was finally here. She had spent hours imagining what this day would be like, and now it was unfolding in front of her. The baby, her little brother, was real. He was finally here.

“Is he okay?” Sophie asked, her voice small but filled with concern. She had to know. There had been so many questions bouncing around in her head during the long hours in the waiting room, and now that the moment had come, it seemed like there was one more important thing she needed to ask. “Mommy’s okay, too, right?”

Lando’s smile softened as he knelt down to her level, taking her hands in his. “Mommy’s doing great, honey,” he assured her, his voice soothing. “She’s a real trooper. And your baby brother, he’s healthy and perfect. You’re going to love him, Soph.”

Sophie clutched Lando’s hand tightly as he guided her toward the room, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Every step felt like a small eternity, and with each passing second, her nerves grew. What if her brother didn’t like her? What if he didn’t want her to hold him? What if everything changed, and she wasn’t ready for it?

Lando, sensing her tension, glanced down at her with a warm smile, squeezing her hand gently. “I know it’s a big moment, but I’m so proud of you, Soph,” he said, his voice calm but filled with pride. “You’re going to be such a great big sister. I know it.”

Sophie gave a small nod, trying her best to hide her nerves, but her eyes betrayed her. Her excitement was there, but so was the fear of the unknown. She didn’t know what it would feel like to be the big sister. But she was about to find out, and it felt like a lot to take in all at once.

Lando reached out and gently opened the door to your room. The room felt calm and serene, but it was also filled with an undeniable sense of change. And there you were, sitting on the bed, your face a mixture of exhaustion and joy, holding a tiny baby in your arms. Your eyes were fixed on your son, filled with love, a love so deep it was almost palpable. his little hands grasped at the soft blanket, his tiny features so delicate and perfect, like a new world all on his own.

Sophie froze in the doorway, her small body stiffening as her eyes locked onto the tiny bundle in your arms. her little brother's eyes were closed, his body curled up in peaceful slumber, but to Sophie, it was all so overwhelming. She had imagined this moment for so long, built it up in her mind, but now that it was here, now that he was real and in your arms, it felt like the world had shifted in ways she didn’t know how to handle. She couldn’t look away from the tiny form, but it was almost too much to take in.

You smiled softly at Sophie, your heart overflowing with love, and opened your arms to her. "Come here, baby girl," you said gently, your voice soothing and full of warmth. "I want you to meet your little brother, River."

Sophie hesitated, her eyes still fixed on River in your arms. Every part of her wanted to move forward, but the unknown was a heavy weight in her chest. She was afraid of how her world would change, afraid of River, afraid of not knowing what to do. But then, Lando crouched down beside her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder, his voice quiet and steady. "He’s pretty amazing, huh?"

Sophie nodded slowly, her eyes wide in awe, her heart full of emotion she couldn’t quite put into words. She didn’t say anything at first; she just stared down at River, watching him sleep peacefully. She reached out tentatively, a small finger brushing the baby’s tiny hand, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. A wave of wonder and love washed over her, the weight of the moment settling in.

"He’s so little," Sophie whispered, her voice barely above a breath, filled with awe. She held her other hand over her chest, as if trying to contain the rush of emotions that surged through her — wonder, excitement, and something else too, something she couldn’t quite name.

Lando smiled gently, watching his daughter with a quiet tenderness. "He is. And now… you’re his big sister." His voice was full of pride, his eyes filled with love as he looked at Sophie.

Sophie’s eyes remained on River, a soft smile creeping onto her face as she slowly sank to her knees beside you. She was still unsure of what it all meant, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions inside her, but as she gently touched her baby brother’s hand again, a feeling of protectiveness began to blossom in her chest.

“Hi, little brother,” she whispered softly, her voice full of wonder, as if speaking to him for the first time. “I’m Sophie. I’m your big sister.”

Lando stood beside her, his arm resting around her shoulders, as he looked down at his children — one so small, so new, and one growing up right before his eyes. This was the moment they had been waiting for. The moment everything changed.

Sophie’s smile grew a little wider, and she turned to look up at her dad. "I think I’m going to like being a big sister."

Lando’s heart swelled with pride and love as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. "I know you will, sweetheart. You’re going to be amazing."

The day you were finally discharged from the hospital felt like a whirlwind. You packed up the baby’s things, bundled River carefully in his tiny car seat, and, with a little help from Lando, you all made your way to the car. Sophie was bouncing with excitement, eager to finally be home and start this new chapter of their lives together. She had been waiting for this moment, but as the reality of it all sank in, she couldn’t shake the nervous flutter in her stomach. What would life be like once they were home? What if everything felt different?

As you all settled into the car, Sophie sat quietly beside River, gazing at him in his car seat, her fingers gently brushing the edge of the blanket covering him. “He’s so small,” Sophie said softly, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and concern. “What if I mess something up?”

Lando reached over, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “You’re doing great, Soph. We’re all in this together. He’s going to need both of us. You’re going to be a great big sister.”

Sophie smiled, but the doubt lingered in her eyes. She was still processing everything, still figuring out how to share the love and attention she had always gotten, and now River needed it all too.

When you arrived home, the house felt different, but in a good way. There were new baby things everywhere, and the familiar routine that had once seemed so normal now felt strange. You laid River down in his bassinet for the first time, the soft sound of his little breaths filling the air. Sophie stood by, watching as you gently rocked him to sleep, her arms crossed over her chest, her face a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

Later that night, after a long day of adjusting, River began to cry. The sound echoed through the house, loud and persistent. You rushed to his side, trying to soothe him with gentle words and soft touches. But the crying didn’t stop. Sophie, who had been sitting quietly in her room, flinched at the sound, her hands clutched tightly around the edge of her blanket. The noise was unsettling to her — she wasn’t used to hearing River cry, and the way he cried felt like a new presence in the house. She had imagined it would be a joyful sound, but it was overwhelming.

Lando came in, sensing her discomfort. “Hey, Soph, you okay?” he asked softly, sitting beside her on the bed. “I know the crying is tough, but we just have to be patient. He’s still getting used to everything too.”

Sophie nodded, her lip trembling slightly. “I don’t like it,” she admitted in a small voice. “It’s so loud. It makes it feel like he needs all the attention.”

Lando hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I know, honey. But remember, this is new for all of us. River’s going to cry sometimes, but it doesn’t mean he loves you any less. We all have to learn how to share the attention, but that doesn’t change how important you are.”

Still, that didn't change how Sophie felt.

When you fed River, or when he cried and you rushed to pick him up, Sophie’s lips would tremble, and she would retreat to her corner of the room, watching from a distance. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling — part of her wanted to be the center of attention again, to be the one you focused on, the one you cared for. But another part of her, deep down, felt a sense of protectiveness over the baby, just like you did. She didn’t understand how she could balance both feelings. She wanted to be the big sister, but she wasn’t sure how to fit into this new dynamic, especially when it seemed like River needed so much of your time.

Later, when Lando found her sitting on the couch in the living room, clutching her stuffed bunny tightly against her chest, he could immediately tell something was off. Her eyes were distant, sad. Her little hands gripped the bunny as though it was the only thing grounding her, and Lando's heart ached when he saw the sadness in her eyes.

He sat down beside her, careful not to startle her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Soph,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern. “What’s going on, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet for a few days now.”

Sophie sniffled, her face full of uncertainty, her big, vulnerable eyes searching her father’s face for reassurance. "I’m still your little girl, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with raw emotion. Her words hung in the air, heavy with the fear that she might be losing something irreplaceable. "I don’t want him to take you away from me."

Lando’s heart shattered as he saw the pain in her eyes, the way her little voice quivered, the tremor of her insecurity. Without thinking, he scooped her up onto his lap, pulling her into the safest place he knew — his arms. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, a silent promise to always protect her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice thick with love. “Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered his words a soft balm to her wounded heart. “You’ll always be my little girl. Nothing, nothing will ever change that.”

Sophie buried her face into his chest, her small hands fidgeting with the edge of his shirt, as if trying to hold on to the familiar comfort of him. She could feel his warmth surrounding her, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, but her worries were still there, gnawing at her. “But you’re always with him now,” she murmured, the words coming out in a rush, full of quiet hurt. “You’re always with River… and I’m not the only one anymore.”

Lando’s heart ached with a tenderness he couldn’t quite put into words. His hand gently cupped her cheek, lifting her face so she could meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a depth of love only a father could know, the kind that transcended everything else. “You know, Sophie,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, “when I’m with him, I’m always thinking of you too. You’re my first little girl. You made me a dad. You taught me how to love in a way I never knew was possible. Just because I’m taking care of him, it doesn’t mean I love you any less. It doesn’t mean anything has changed. You will always, always be special to me. You are my heart, Soph.”

Sophie’s small body relaxed against him, and she closed her eyes, as if she could finally allow herself to believe his words. She nodded slowly, but deep down, there was a flicker of uncertainty still lingering. This new chapter of their lives was still so fresh, so overwhelming. Her heart wanted to believe him, but it was hard to share the love she had always had all to herself with River. She didn’t know how to navigate this new balance, how to accept that the love she had for her parents wasn’t being spread thinner, but instead multiplied in ways she was still learning to understand.

Lando could feel her tension, the subtle shift in her breathing, and he tightened his hold on her. “I’m not going anywhere, Sophie,” he whispered, his voice full of conviction, steady like a rock. “You’ll always be my girl. I’m here for you, and I always will be.”

Sophie buried her face deeper into his chest, seeking the comfort of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as a reminder that, no matter what, she was loved. She felt the warmth of his words, the reassurance in his arms, and for the first time in days, a sense of peace began to wash over her. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his shirt but full of the pure, unconditional love only a child could give.

“I love you too, baby,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion, holding her just a little tighter. “And that will never, ever change.”

As they sat together in the quiet of the night, the weight of Sophie’s worries slowly beginning to fade, she knew deep down that she was still their girl. She always would be. There was no space between them, no shift in the love they had for her. River would never take her place. She was the first, the one who made Lando a father, the one who had opened his heart in ways he didn’t know were possible. Nothing — not time, not change, not new additions to their family — could take away her special place in their hearts.

Sophie looked up at her dad, her eyes still filled with a little bit of doubt, but there was a glimmer of hope now. “You promise?” she asked softly, her voice small but filled with the trust only a child could have.

Lando pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms around her so tight that she could feel the warmth of his love seep into her very soul. “I promise, sweetheart. I promise, no matter what comes, you’ll always be my girl. And I’ll always be here for you.”

And as Sophie leaned into her father’s chest, the gentle rise and fall of his heartbeat lulling her into comfort, she believed him. Deep in her heart, she knew that even though things were changing, their bond was unbreakable. It was stronger than anything else — a love that would always hold her, no matter what.

In the days that followed, Sophie began to find her place as the big sister, slowly but surely. She still had moments of uncertainty, moments where she felt unsure about how much space River would take up in the family. But with each passing day, her love for him grew. She began to bond with him in small ways that were becoming so meaningful. Every time she sang him a lullaby, her soft voice would fill the room, and she would giggle whenever River cooed in response, a spark of joy lighting up her face. There was something magical about those moments for Sophie, something that made her feel proud of her role as his sister, even when it wasn’t always easy.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the living room with River in your arms. He was peacefully nestled against your chest, his tiny hands twitching every so often, and you were soaking in the quiet bliss of motherhood, when Sophie came running into the room, her feet light with excitement. Her face was bright, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She clutched a piece of paper in her small hands, almost as if it were the most precious thing in the world. She stopped in front of you and held it up proudly, her smile wide and full of purpose.

“Look, Mommy! I made this for him!” Sophie said, her voice soft but filled with quiet pride, the effort she’d put into the drawing evident in her flushed cheeks.

You reached out, taking the paper from her hands as she held it up, your heart swelling. The drawing was simple — a picture of your family, each of you surrounded by hearts, but there was something so pure and sincere about it. Sophie had drawn you, Lando, herself, and the baby. When she got to River, however, she had added a much larger heart around him, almost as if she was already claiming him, already protecting him in her own way.

“This is so beautiful, sweetheart,” you said, your voice thick with emotion as you gazed at the drawing. “He’s going to love it when he’s big enough to see it.”

Sophie’s eyes shone with pride, her small fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, but there was a nervousness beneath it all, a vulnerability she hadn’t yet learned to hide. “I wanted him to know he’s special,” she explained softly, as if there was no doubt in her mind that her brother would be able to feel the love she had for him, even if he couldn’t understand it just yet.

Lando, who had been sitting beside you, looked over at you with a soft, affectionate smile. His heart seemed to swell with pride as he watched Sophie, the love he felt for both her and River so evident in his eyes. The uncertainty that had once clouded Sophie’s face had been replaced with something much more familiar — a deep sense of belonging. “You’re doing an amazing job, baby girl,” he said softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Sophie’s face. “River’s lucky to have you as his big sister.”

Sophie beamed, her face glowing with the pride of someone who was beginning to truly understand the weight and beauty of her new role. But there was still a small thread of self-doubt that lingered, something you could see behind her sparkling eyes. “I know he is,” she said, a little shy but with a fierce determination in her voice. “I’m gonna protect him. I’ll always keep him safe.”

The tenderness in Sophie’s words made your heart ache with love, and you shared a glance with Lando, a quiet understanding passing between the two of you. The uncertainty that had once filled Sophie’s days — the doubt that had come with becoming a big sister — was starting to fade, replaced by a bond that was growing stronger with each day. She wasn’t just protecting River; she was embracing him with all her heart.

You gently hugged Sophie to you, holding her close as you glanced down at River in your arms. He was blissfully unaware of the drawing, of Sophie’s promises, but you knew that someday, he would understand. He would see how much his big sister already loved him. “I’m so proud of you, Soph,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. You’re making this so easy for all of us.”

Sophie’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her baby brother, who was just beginning to stir in your arms. Her voice was soft, but there was a quiet resolve in it. “I’ll always be there for him,” she said, her small hand reaching out to gently touch River’s tiny fingers, as if to reinforce her promise to him. “Even when he’s older, I’ll be there.”

You kissed the top of her head, overwhelmed by the depth of her love, the way she was already stepping into this new role with grace and affection. The bond between Sophie and River was growing every day, even if it wasn’t always easy to see. It was a slow process, but it was happening, one small gesture at a time. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, Sophie was proving that she was ready. She was the big sister, and her love for River was unconditional.

As the days turned into weeks, Sophie continued to help with River’s care — handing you diapers, fetching clean clothes, and sometimes even trying to soothe him when he cried. One morning, you were in the kitchen, and River began to fuss. Before you could get to him, Sophie was already there, sitting beside his bassinet, softly cooing at him as she tried to calm him down. It wasn’t always perfect, but she was trying, and the tenderness with which she held him made your heart swell.

She looked up at you with a smile, a little unsure of herself. “He’s okay, right? I’m doing it right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, walking over to her and resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing more than right, sweetheart. You’re doing amazing.”

Sophie’s smile widened, her cheeks flushed with happiness, as she looked down at River, who had finally quieted, his small hands resting gently against his blanket. “I’m his big sister now,” she whispered, as if the weight of the words was just beginning to sink in.

Lando, who had been standing in the doorway, leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “And you’ll always be his protector. You’re doing great, Soph.”

Sophie looked back at her little brother, her heart full of love and pride. It wasn’t always easy. There were still moments when she would feel a little lost or a little jealous, moments when River’s cries felt like a reminder of how things had changed. But in this moment, as she sat beside him, the bond they shared — that invisible thread of love between siblings — was stronger than ever. And Sophie, no matter what, would always be your girl — the one who had made you a mom, the one who had given you hope in the midst of chaos, and the one who would always, always love her baby brother.

[jupiterpilgrim]

Personal Touch

word count: 11K

Park Jihyo x male reader

commissioned fic

You’re watching Jihyo from across the gym, her ponytail swinging as she fumbles her way through another set on the leg press. She’s got those tight black leggings on, the kind that hug every curve, and a cropped tank top that’s already clinging to her skin with a thin sheen of sweat. She’s been at it for, what, twenty minutes now? Maybe thirty? And it’s painfully clear she doesn’t have a damn clue what she’s doing. The weights clank awkwardly as she pushes them up, her form all over the place—knees wobbling, back arched in a way that’s gonna leave her sore as hell tomorrow. She lets out a frustrated little huff, loud enough for you to hear over the thumping bass of the gym’s playlist, and it’s almost cute how pissed she looks.

She’s only been coming here for a couple weeks, ever since her dance trainer—some tough professional with years of career in the industry—told her she needed to build stamina if she was gonna nail the choreography for her group’s next comeback. Jihyo’s not a quitter, you can tell that much. She’s got this stubborn streak, this fire in her eyes that flares up every time she stumbles and gets back at it anyway. But stubborn doesn’t mean she knows jack about working out. The first time you saw her, she was trying to figure out the rowing machine like it was some alien spaceship, yanking the handle all wrong and nearly toppling off the seat. She laughed it off then, but now? Now she just looks defeated, slumped against the leg press, staring at the ceiling like it’s personally betrayed her.

You’ve been keeping an eye on her—not in a creepy way, just the usual scan you do as a trainer, clocking who’s new, who’s struggling, who’s about to fuck up their spine. She’s definitely in the last category. You’ve seen her type before: idols, dancers, people who think their bodies can just magically adapt to anything because they’re used to grinding out rehearsals. But gym shit? That’s a whole different beast, and Jihyo’s floundering.

She catches you looking—those big, dark eyes locking onto yours for a split second—and her lips twist into this sheepish little grimace, like she knows she’s a mess and hates that you’ve noticed. Then she’s back at it, pushing the weights again, grunting through clenched teeth. Nope, still wrong. Her knees are caving in now, and you’re half a second from walking over there just to save her from herself when she finally throws her hands up and flops back, muttering something, probably a curse, under her breath. She’s got a mouth on her when she’s mad—you’ve heard her drop a few “fuck this” bombs already during her solo sessions.

That’s when she drags herself off the machine, grabs her water bottle, and stomps over to the front desk. You’re wiping down a bench nearby, close enough to catch the tail end of her conversation with the gym manager, a chill dude who’s always got a protein shake in hand. “I need help,” she says, voice low, like she’s admitting defeat but still pissed about it. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m gonna break something if I keep going like this. You got anyone good?”

He glances over at you, smirking like he’s been waiting for this. “Best we’ve got is right there,” he says, jerking his chin your way. “He’ll sort you out.”

Jihyo turns, and you’re already standing there, towel slung over your shoulder, giving her a casual nod. Up close, she’s even prettier than you thought—flushed cheeks, a little mole on her forehead, lips glossy from whatever balm she’s got on. She smells like vanilla and sweat, and it’s doing something to your pulse that you shove down quick.

Professional, man. Keep it professional.

“You’re the trainer?” she asks, sizing you up. There’s this flicker in her eyes—surprise, maybe something else—but she covers it fast, crossing her arms like she’s daring you to prove you’re worth her time.

“Yeah,” you say before telling her your name. “I’ve seen you around. You’re working hard, but, uh… you’re gonna snap something if you keep going like that.”

She snorts, but there’s a tiny smirk tugging at her mouth. “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. I'm having trouble with my dance trainer—she’s been riding my ass about stamina. Said I need to stop gassing out halfway through practice. So here I am.”

“Here you are,” you echo, grinning a little. “Look, I can help. We’ll figure out what you need—strength, endurance, whatever—and I’ll make sure you don’t kill yourself doing it. Sound good?”

She hesitates, chewing her lip, then nods. “Fine. But don’t go easy on me just ‘cause I suck at this. I can handle it.”

You laugh—can’t help it. She’s got guts, you’ll give her that. “Oh, I won’t. You’ll hate me by the end of the week.”

“Good,” she fires back, and there’s this spark between you, sharp and electric, gone as quick as it came. She tosses her water bottle into her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow,” you say, already mapping out a plan in your head. “Come ready to sweat.”

She gives you one last look—half challenge, half something you can’t quite read—then heads for the door, her hips swaying just enough to make you wonder if she knows you’re still watching. You shake it off, grab the disinfectant spray, and get back to work. Tomorrow’s gonna be interesting.

—

The gym’s buzzing when Jihyo rolls in the next day, a little after noon. The second she steps through the door, your eyes snag on her. She’s got this energy today—bouncy, almost eager—like she’s actually hyped to be here. Her outfit’s a knockout: sleek gray leggings that cling to her thighs like a second skin, a neon pink sports bra peeking out from under a loose black tank that’s cropped just high enough to flash a sliver of toned stomach when she moves. It’s not like she’s trying to show off, but damn, she doesn’t have to try. The way the fabric stretches over her hips, the subtle flex of her calves as she shifts her weight—it’s distracting as hell. You catch yourself staring a beat too long and snap your focus back to the clipboard in your hand, scribbling some bullshit note about reps to look busy.

“Hey,” she says, striding up to you with this easy grin. “Ready to kick my ass?”

“Born ready,” you shoot back, matching her vibe. “You look like you’re in a good mood. Sleep well or something?”

She shrugs, tossing her gym bag down by the mats. “Guess I’m just tired of sucking at this. Figured I’d at least try to keep up with you today.”

You smirk, setting the clipboard aside. “Big talk. Let’s see if you can back it up. We’re focusing on stamina—low weight, high reps, keep you moving. Think you can handle it?”

“Psh, bring it on,” she says, cracking her knuckles like she’s about to step into a fight. It’s cute, honestly, how she’s hyping herself up.

You start her off easy—bodyweight squats, just to get her warmed up. She’s got decent form here, knees tracking over her toes, but her pace is all over the place, rushing through the first set like she’s racing the clock. “Slow it down,” you call out, circling around her. “Controlled, not sloppy. Feel it in your legs, not your ego.”

She rolls her eyes but adjusts, sinking into the next squat with a little more focus. You nod, satisfied, and move her to lunges. That’s where shit starts going sideways. Her back leg wobbles like a newborn foal, and she’s tilting forward so far she’s damn near kissing the floor. You stifle a laugh—she’s trying, you’ll give her that—but this is a mess.

“Hold up,” you say, stepping in. “You’re gonna faceplant if you keep that up. Here—” You move closer, close enough to catch the faint whiff of her shampoo, something sweet like coconut. “Back straight, chest up. Step forward, not down.”

She freezes mid-lunge, frowning. “What’s the difference?”

“Everything,” you say, and before you can overthink it, you’re right behind her, hands hovering near her hips. “Can I?” She nods, quick and sharp, and you settle your palms lightly on her waist, guiding her into the next step. Her body’s warm under your touch, solid but soft in all the right places, and you’re hyper-aware of how close you are—close enough to feel her shift her weight, to see the tiny goosebumps prickling up her arms. You nudge her forward, keeping her posture steady, and she follows your lead, sinking into a shaky but passable lunge.

“Better,” you murmur, stepping back before it gets weird. “Keep that up.”

She glances over her shoulder at you, smirking. “Bossy.”

“Part of the job,” you fire back, keeping your tone light. Professional. Always professional.

Next up’s the plank, and holy shit, it’s worse. She drops into it like she’s seen it on Instagram but never actually tried it—elbows wobbling, hips jacked up to the ceiling, looking more like a tent than a straight line.

You can’t help it; you snort.

“What?!” she snaps, glaring up at you, her face already pink from effort.

“You’re, uh… architecturally challenged,” you say, crouching down beside her. “Hips down, core tight. You’re not trying to moon me here.”

She mutters something—probably “asshole”—but lowers her hips, trembling as she holds it. Still not great. You sigh and slide a hand under her stomach, just enough to press up gently, showing her where her core should kick in. Her tank rides up a little, and you catch a glimpse of smooth skin, the dip of her waist. And then there’s her chest—fuck, it’s impossible not to notice now, the way her sports bra strains against her, the swell of her breasts right there as she shifts to adjust. You yank your eyes away fast, focusing on her shaky arms instead. Keep it together, man.

“Feel that?” you say, voice steady despite the heat creeping up your neck. “That’s where you brace. Hold it there.”

She grunts, nodding, and you pull back, letting her struggle through it. She lasts maybe ten seconds before collapsing onto the mat, laughing through a groan. “I’m so bad at this.”

“You’re not bad,” you lie, grinning. “Just… unpolished. We’ll get you there.”

The session rolls on like that—you calling out reps, her fumbling but pushing through, and you stepping in closer each time her form goes to shit. By the time you’ve got her on the rower, she’s panting, sweat dripping down her neck, soaking into the collar of her tank. You kneel beside her, one hand on her back, the other adjusting her grip on the handle. “Smooth pulls,” you say, your fingers brushing her spine as you straighten her out. “Don’t hunch—use your legs.”

She’s so close now, her breath hitching slightly as she follows your rhythm. You can feel the heat radiating off her, the flex of muscle under your palm. Her eyes flick to yours for a second—just a flash—and there’s something in them, a spark that’s not about the workout. But you let it go, keep your face neutral, and step back once she’s got it.

“See?” you say, wiping your hands on your shorts. “Not hopeless.”

She laughs, slumping over the rower, chest heaving. “Yeah, well, you’re doing all the work here. I’m just trying not to die.”

You grin, tossing her a towel. “You’re tougher than you look. We’ll keep at it tomorrow.”

She wipes her face, peeking at you over the edge of the towel, and there’s that look again—quick, sharp, gone before you can catch it. “Tomorrow, then,” she says, and heads for the locker room, leaving you wondering if you’re imagining the extra sway in her step.

—

Weeks slip by, and the gym becomes your little world with Jihyo. Same time, same routine—her showing up in those killer outfits, you barking orders, her swearing under her breath but pushing through. You’re hands-on, always right there fixing her stance, guiding her hips, pressing her shoulders back. Each session’s a dance of its own, her body brushing against yours just enough to make your pulse jump, but you keep it locked down.

Professional. You’re good at that.

Thing is, you’re not just spotting her anymore. Between sets, you’re talking—real shit, not just gym banter. She’s sprawled on the mat one day, catching her breath, and you ask, “So, what’s it like being up there? All those lights, screaming fans?” She laughs, this low, throaty sound, and spills about the chaos of it all—late nights, jet lag, the adrenaline high that crashes hard. You fire back with your own stories, nothing glamorous, just dumb stuff like the time you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot first day on the job. She snorts, calls you a klutz, and it’s easy like that.

Then it shifts. She starts digging too—casual at first. “You got a girlfriend stashed somewhere?” she asks one day, mid-squat, smirking up at you. You dodge it with a grin, “Nah, too busy fixing your form.” She lets it slide, but the questions keep coming. What’s your type? Ever dated someone famous? You toss it back—ask her about the wildest afterparty she’s been to, if she’s ever hooked up with a backup dancer. She winks, says, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” and you’re both laughing, but there’s this undercurrent now, something simmering.

The flirting creeps in slow. She’ll flex a little longer than necessary when you’re watching, catch your eye and hold it a beat too long. One day she shows up in this deep blue sports bra, all plunging lines and tight seams, and asks, “This look okay? Not too much?” You choke on your water, manage a “Looks fine,” but your throat’s dry as hell because it’s not fine—it’s fucking incredible. She clocks it, smirks, and goes about her workout like she didn’t just set your brain on fire.

It’s a Thursday when she drops the bomb. You’re wrapping up, wiping down the bench, when she leans against it, all casual. “Hey, wanna grab a drink tonight? Nothing big, just… unwind.” Her voice is light, but her eyes are steady, locked on yours. You freeze for a second—Jihyo, the Jihyo, K-pop royalty, asking you out? No way you’re saying no. “Yeah, sure,” you say, playing it cool. “Where?”

“My place,” she says, like it’s no big deal. “Less chance of someone snapping a pic. Eight work for you?” You nod, and she’s gone with a little wave, leaving you standing there, half-dazed.

Eight rolls around, and you’re at her door—some swanky high-rise with a view of the city skyline that’d make anyone jealous. She opens it in this oversized tee and shorts, barefoot, hair loose, looking like a goddess who doesn’t even have to try. “Hey, come in,” she says, and you follow her to this plush couch, a bottle of soju and two glasses already on the table. You’re sipping, talking, and it’s easy again—laughing about her tripping over a cable at practice, you admitting you once flexed too hard in the mirror and pulled something. Then she’s leaning in, her hand brushing your arm, and the air shifts.

Next thing you know, she’s kissing you—soft at first, testing, then deeper, hungrier. You’re kissing her back, hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer. She tastes like soju and something sweeter, and when she straddles your lap, her tee rides up, showing off that perfect waist. “Been wanting this,” she murmurs against your mouth, and you’re gone—brain short-circuiting as you tug the shirt over her head, revealing smooth skin and a black bra that’s barely containing her.

You’re at it for hours—her place, yours, doesn’t matter. She’s a fucking dream in bed, all confidence and heat. The way she moves, fluid and sure, like she’s still got that dancer’s rhythm even when she’s riding you, head thrown back, moaning your name. Her body’s unreal—curves that fit your hands like they were made for you, skin so soft it’s criminal. She’s loud too, doesn’t hold back, gasping and cursing in this raw, desperate way that drives you wild. You’re matching her, gripping her hips, thrusting up hard, both of you chasing that high. It’s messy, sweaty, perfect—her nails digging into your shoulders, your teeth grazing her neck, the couch creaking under you.

After, she’s sprawled across your chest, panting, grinning like she’s won something. “We’re keeping this quiet, yeah?” she says, tracing lazy circles on your skin. You nod, still catching your breath. “Yeah, secret’s safe.”

And it is—for weeks, you’re sneaking around, hooking up whenever you can. Her place after a late-night workout, your apartment when her schedule’s clear. She’s insatiable, pulling you into her orbit again and again. Every time, she’s flawless—arching against you, whispering filthy shit in your ear, unraveling in ways that make you want to worship her. You’re addicted, and she knows it, playing you with those sly smiles and teasing touches. It’s your little world, hidden from everyone, and fuck if it isn’t the best thing you’ve ever had.

—

It’s been weeks since you’ve had Jihyo to yourself—her schedule’s been a nightmare, all rehearsals and promo bullshit, leaving you both stuck with quick texts and the occasional late-night call where her voice is all raspy and tired but still manages to get you hard. You’ve been pent up, restless, scrolling through old pics she’s sent—her in that tiny red dress, or that one mirror selfie with nothing but a towel—and it’s been hell. Today, though, she’s finally here, strutting into the gym like she owns it.

The first thing Jihyo does is head straight to the hallway to store her bag in one of the lockers where the showers are. She’s in this black two-piece set—sports bra tight enough to make you dizzy, leggings that hug her ass so perfectly it’s obscene. Her hair’s up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck, and she’s got this glint in her eye, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You’re behind the counter when she walks up, leaning over it just enough to give you a peek down her top. “Miss me?” she says, voice low, lips curling into this wicked little smile.

“More than you know,” you mutter, gripping the edge of the counter to keep your hands off her right there. She laughs, soft and teasing, and you’re already counting the seconds until you can get her alone.

The workout starts normal enough—stretches, some light cardio, you playing it cool while she bounces on the treadmill, every step making her chest jiggle in ways that should be illegal. But she’s not letting it stay normal. She’s brushing past you too close when she grabs her water, her hip grazing your crotch just long enough to make you twitch. Then it’s the squats—she’s facing you, sinking low, holding your gaze like she’s daring you to break. “How’s my form?” she asks, all innocent, but her tongue flicks over her bottom lip, and you know she’s fucking with you.

“Good,” you manage, voice tight. “Real good.” She smirks, turns around, and bends just a little deeper, ass popping out like a neon sign screaming touch me. You’re horny as hell, and she’s matching it—every move she makes is deliberate, dripping with intent.

By the time you’ve got her on the leg press, you’re done playing. She’s pushing the weight up, thighs flexing, grunting these tiny, breathy sounds that shoot straight to your dick. You step in close—closer than you need to—hands on her knees, adjusting her angle. “Keep ‘em steady,” you say, but your fingers linger, sliding up her thighs a fraction, and she doesn’t push you away. Instead, she tilts her head, locks eyes with you, and lets out this slow, “You gonna keep teasing, or do something about it?”

That’s it. The gym’s quiet—late at night, hardly anyone around—and you’re buzzing with this reckless, aching need. “Fuck it,” you say, voice low. “There’s a spot out back—employee storage room. No one’s in there. Wanna sneak off?” Her eyes light up, pupils blown wide, and she’s off the machine in a heartbeat, wiping sweat off her forehead with this sly, “Lead the way.”

You’re quick about it—grabbing her wrist, weaving through the gym like you’re just showing her something routine. Past the lockers, down the hall, your heart’s hammering because this is dumb as hell, but the thrill’s got you stupid. The storage room’s tucked behind a staff-only sign, all dim lights and stacked equipment—mats, spare weights, a busted rowing machine in the corner. You shove the door open, pull her in, and lock it behind you, the click loud in the quiet.

She’s on you before you can even turn around—hands fisting your shirt, yanking you into a kiss that’s all teeth and heat. “Been thinking about this all day,” she breathes against your mouth, already tugging at your waistband. You groan, shoving her back against a stack of mats, her gasp sharp and dirty as you grind against her. Her leggings are peeled down fast—your fingers hook in, dragging them past her knees, and she’s kicking them off, desperate, the sneakers getting in the way, while you shove your shorts down just enough.

She’s soaked—you can feel it when your hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties before you push them aside. “Fuck, you’re wet,” you mutter, and she just moans, loud and shameless, arching into your touch. Then you turn her around and push her against the mats, leaving Jihyo with her back to you. You line up, push in slow at first, watching her face—eyes fluttering shut, lips parting with this soft, “Oh shit,” that makes your blood roar.

Then it’s on.

You’re fucking Jihyo from behind, her ass bouncing against your hips with every thrust, and she’s loud as hell—moaning like she’s trying to wake up the whole damn building. “Fuck, I missed this cock so much,” she gasps out, voice all shaky and wrecked, her hands braced against the stack of mats like they’re the only thing keeping her upright. You grin, gripping her hips tighter, feeling her clench around you. “Yeah? Well, I missed this pussy—been driving me fucking crazy thinking about it,” you growl back, picking up the pace just to hear her whimper.

Her top’s still clinging to her, soaked with sweat, and you can’t resist anymore. You reach around, yank it up over her chest, and those heavy, perfect tits spill out, jiggling with every slap of your hips. “Shit, missed these too,” you say, half-laughing, reaching down to grab a handful, squeezing just hard enough to make her groan. They’re soft, warm, and you’re losing your damn mind over how good she feels, inside and out.

You’re both going at it hard, the storage room echoing with the wet smack of skin and her breathy little curses, but it’s cramped as fuck against the mats. “Hold up,” you pant, slowing down, “we gotta get more comfortable or I’m gonna bust something.” You pull out—her little whine at the loss almost kills you—and spin around, snagging one of the thick gym mats from the pile. You toss it down with a slap on the concrete floor, kicking some random crap out of the way. Jihyo doesn’t waste a second—she’s on her back in a flash, taking off her panties and the top, legs now spread, looking up at you with those dark, needy eyes, chest still heaving.

You drop down over her, crashing your mouth against hers, kissing her sloppy and deep, tongues tangling like you’re starving for it. Her hands are all over you—nails digging into your shoulders, tugging at your hair—while you grind against her, letting her feel how hard you still are. You break the kiss, smirking, sliding down just enough to get between her thighs again. She’s soaked, glistening, and you’re lining up, ready to sink back in, when something shifts behind you—like a shadow or a vibe you can’t ignore.

Jihyo gasps, loud and sharp, and scrambles to cover her tits with her arms, eyes wide as saucers. You whip your head around, heart jumping into your throat, and there they are—your two buddies, Jihoon and Minho, standing in the doorway like they just walked into a goddamn porno. “What the fuck?!” you yelp, adrenaline spiking, dick still out and everything. You’re half-expecting a fistfight or some shit, but Jihoon’s holding up his hands, all chill, while Minho’s grinning like an idiot.

“Relax, man,” Jihoon says, voice low like he’s trying not to spook you. “We’re not here to fuck you up.”

“How the hell’d you get in here?” you snap, pulling your shorts up just enough to not feel totally exposed. Jihyo’s still curled up, clutching her chest, looking mortified.

Minho jingles a key between his fingers, smirking. “Spare, dude. Perks of being on shift rotation.”

“And, uh,” Jihoon cuts in, scratching the back of his neck, “we saw you two on the security cam. Figured you’d want a heads-up before the boss checks the tapes and you’re toast.”

You blink, brain catching up. “Wait, there’s a fucking camera in here? Since when?”

“Last week,” Minho says, shrugging. “You were off that day. They put it in ‘cause some asshole kept swiping protein bars from the stash. Didn’t think you’d be the first one caught with your pants down.”

Jihyo’s face goes pale, and she sits up, tugging her top back down over her tits. “Oh my God, the footage—if that gets out, my career’s fucking done. Dispatch’ll have my head, the fans’ll riot—”

“Whoa, whoa,” Jihoon interrupts, stepping closer. “Chill, princess. We’ve got access to the system. We’ll wipe it clean, no trace. You’re safe.”

She exhales hard, shoulders slumping, and mutters a shaky, “Thanks, you guys. Seriously.”

You’re still processing, adrenaline fading into this weird mix of relief and horniness that hasn’t fully died down. You glance at them, then at Jihyo sprawled on the mat, and back to them. “Alright, well, since you’re here… might as well let us finish what we started, yeah?”

Minho’s eyebrows shoot up, and Jihoon lets out a low whistle. “Dude, you’re still good to go after that? Balls of steel.”

You shrug, smirking despite the chaos. “Caught red-handed already—what’s the difference now? She’s hot, I’m hard, let’s roll.”

That’s when Jihyo’s eyes flick over to Minho, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against his gym shorts. She tilts her head, lips curling into something mischievous. “Wait a sec—were you two getting off on the show back there?”

Minho freezes, face going red, but Jihoon just laughs, scratching his jaw. “I mean… you’re fuckin’ hot, Jihyo. Hard not to notice.”

She looks at you, that spark back in her eyes, and you’re not sure what’s coming next until she says, “Well, where are your manners, babe? Why don’t you invite your friends to join us?”

You choke on your own spit, head snapping to her. “You’re serious?”

She leans back on her elbows, smirking like she’s got all the power in the room—and fuck, maybe she does. “Yeah, why not? They’re hot. You’re hot. I’m down if they are.”

Your brain’s short-circuiting, but you turn to Jihoon and Minho, who are staring at each other like they just won the lottery and don’t know how to cash the ticket. “Uh… you guys in?”

Jihoon’s grin spreads slow and wide. “Hell yeah, man.”

Minho nods fast, already tugging at his shirt. “Fuck it, let’s do this.”

Jihyo laughs. “Alright, boys, strip down and get over here. We’ve got some catching up to do.”

Jihoon and Minho step up, peeling off their shirts and shorts like they’re racing each other, tossing the sweaty gym gear into a pile by the busted rowing machine. You’re still on the mat, Jihyo sprawled beside you, and you’re all just staring for a second.

“Alright, so… how’s this gonna go down?” you ask, voice rough, trying to wrap your head around the fact this is actually happening. Your dick’s still throbbing, aching to get back inside her, but now there’s two extra players in the game.

Jihyo sits up, grinning like she’s already got it all figured out. “We’re switching it up. You’re on the bottom, babe, lie back. I’m riding you, but I’m gonna stick my ass out for these guys.” She pauses, catching Jihoon’s eye. “Never taken it in the ass before, though, so let’s start slow. Fingers first, yeah?”

Jihoon nods, licking his lips like he’s been handed a winning ticket. “Fuck yeah, I’ve got you. We’ll ease into it.”

You finally get rid of your shorts and Minho’s already shuffling forward, positioning himself in front of Jihyo, his cock bobbing heavy and thick right at her eye level. She doesn’t hesitate—wraps her fingers around it, light but firm, giving it a slow stroke that makes him groan low in his throat. “Damn, Minho,” she purrs, voice all husky and teasing, “this is a nice fucking cock. Thick, too—gonna feel so good in my mouth.”

You’re flat on your back now, the mat cool against your skin, and Jihyo swings a leg over you, straddling your hips. Her pussy’s still slick, dripping from earlier, and she lines herself up, sinking down onto your cock with this slow, deliberate roll of her hips that makes you curse under your breath. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” you mutter, hands clamping onto her thighs as she settles, her weight pressing you deeper inside her.

She leans forward just enough to stick her ass out, cheeks round and perfect, wiggling it a little like she’s daring Jihoon to make his move. He doesn’t fuck around—steps up behind her, hands spreading her ass wide, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. “Goddamn, look at this,” he says, voice low and gravelly, before he spits right on her hole, a thick glob that glistens in the dim light. Jihyo shivers, a little “mmh” slipping out as he rubs it in with his thumb, circling her tight entrance, teasing it open slow.

“Feel good?” Jihoon asks, smirking, and she nods, biting her lip hard.

“Yeah, keep going,” she breathes, already rocking on you a little, her pussy clenching around your dick like a vise.

Up front, Minho’s got his hands in her hair, guiding her down as she parts her lips and takes him in. She starts slow, tongue flicking over the tip, tasting him, before sliding deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. Minho groans loud, head tipping back. “Holy shit, Jihyo—fuck, that mouth.”

You’re thrusting up into her now, matching her rhythm, the wet slap of your hips against hers filling the room. She’s moaning around Minho’s cock, muffled and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin as she bobs her head. Jihoon’s working her ass with one finger now, pushing past the tight ring slow and careful, and you can feel her tense up, her pussy gripping you even harder. “Relax,” Jihoon murmurs, free hand rubbing her lower back, “I’ve got you, just breathe.”

She does, exhaling shakily through her nose, and you can tell she’s getting into it—her hips start moving faster, grinding down on you while Jihoon adds a second finger, stretching her out. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunts, scissoring his fingers a little, and Jihyo pulls off Minho for a second, gasping.

“Shit, Jihoon—feels weird but good,” she pants, before diving back onto Minho, sucking harder like she’s channeling it all into him.

You’re losing your mind under her, the heat of her pussy, the way she’s bouncing on you, tits swaying with every thrust. You slide your hands up, cupping them, thumbs flicking over her nipples—hard and pebbled—and she moans louder around Minho, the sound vibrating through him till he’s gripping her hair tighter, fucking her mouth shallow and quick.

Jihoon’s got a rhythm going now, fingers pumping steady, and Jihyo’s ass is loosening up, taking it like she’s been waiting for this. “Ready for more?” he asks, voice rough, and she pulls off Minho again, nodding fast, spit stringing from her lips to his cock.

“Yeah, keep going—want it,” she says, all breathy and wrecked, before swallowing Minho down again, deeper this time, gagging a little but not stopping.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out, and Jihyo lets out this shaky, needy sound around Minho’s dick that makes your pulse jump. Jihoon spits into his palm, a thick wad, and slicks it over his cock—already hard as steel, veins bulging, tip flushed dark. He spits again, right onto her gaping hole, watching it clench and unclench like it’s begging for him. “Alright, baby,” he says, low and gritty, “time to open you up for real.”

He lines up, pressing the head against her ass, and even with all the prep, it’s a fucking fight—her rim’s so tight it barely budges. Jihyo tenses, pulling off Minho with a wet pop, gasping, “Slow, slow—fuck, go slow.” Jihoon nods, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his dick, and he pushes—just the tip at first, breaching her with this agonizing, deliberate pressure. She yelps, sharp and raw, her whole body locking up, and you feel it—her pussy clamps down on you like a vise, making you hiss through your teeth.

“Relax, Ji,” you murmur, sliding your hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits, trying to ground her. “You’ve got this.”

She nods, quick and jerky, sucking in a breath as Jihoon inches deeper, his cock disappearing bit by bit into her ass. “Holy shit,” he groans, head tipping back, sweat beading on his forehead. “Like a fuckin’ vice grip—Jesus.” He’s going slow like she asked, but you can see the strain in his jaw, the way his fingers dig into her flesh—he’s dying to just ram it home.

Jihyo’s got her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, panting hard as her body adjusts. You start moving again, shallow thrusts up into her pussy, keeping her full from below while Jihoon works her from behind. Minho’s not waiting around—he taps his cock against her cheek, smearing pre-cum and spit across her skin. “Open up, gorgeous,” he says, and she does, tongue flicking out to taste him before he slides back in, filling her mouth again.

Now she’s stuffed—all three holes, proper fucked like some kind of porn fantasy come to life. You’re pounding up into her pussy, feeling the heat of her walls ripple every time Jihoon shifts in her ass. It’s a tight fit—too tight, almost—like her body’s not sure it can handle this much, but she’s taking it anyway, rocking between you, her moans turning into these desperate, throaty cries that Minho’s dick only half-smothers.

Jihoon’s picking up the pace now, still careful but deeper, his balls brushing your thighs as he sinks halfway into her ass. “Fuck, she’s loosening up,” he grunts, spitting again where they’re joined, making it slicker. You can see it—his cock stretching her rim, the skin pulled taut, pink and shiny with spit and friction. Jihyo’s trembling, her tits bouncing with every thrust, nipples hard and dark, begging to be touched. You grab one, pinching it between your fingers, and she arches, a high whine breaking free around Minho’s shaft.

And he is losing his damn mind up there—his hips twitch, fucking her face in short, sloppy thrusts, his cockhead hitting the back of her throat till she’s gagging, tears prickling her eyes. “Goddamn, this mouth—fuck, Jihyo, you’re killing me,” he rasps, pulling out just long enough to let her cough, spit stringing from her lips to his tip, before he’s back in, chasing that wet heat.

You’re synced up now, you and Jihoon—when he pushes in, you pull back, then switch, keeping her full, keeping her guessing. Her pussy’s dripping, soaking your hips, the mat, everything—slick and hot, squelching loud with every thrust. You can feel Jihoon through the thin wall between you, his cock rubbing against yours inside her, and it’s fucking wild—intense, dirty, like you’re sharing her in ways you never imagined.

Jihyo pulls off Minho again, gasping for air, her face a mess—cheeks flushed, mascara smudged, spit glistening on her chin. “Oh my God—fuck, you guys—it’s so much,” she chokes out, voice hoarse but dripping with lust. She’s shaking, thighs quivering, but she doesn’t tell you to stop—just leans forward, kissing you hard, all teeth and tongue, while Jihoon keeps grinding into her ass.

“Too much?” you ask against her mouth, smirking, thrusting harder to test her.

“No,” she fires back, fierce, nipping your lip. “More—fucking give me more.”

Jihoon laughs, low and dark, smacking her ass lightly—red blooms under his palm, and she yelps, clenching around you both. “Greedy little thing,” he says, then slides deeper, almost all the way in now, his hips flush against her. She screams, muffled quick as Minho shoves his cock back in her mouth, holding her head steady while he fucks her throat.

The room’s a furnace—sweat’s dripping off you, off her, off them, the mat slick under your back. Your hands roam her body—tits, hips, the soft curve of her belly—feeling every shudder, every tense. Her ass is bouncing now, Jihoon’s fully in, his thrusts long and slow, stretching her out while you hammer up into her pussy, fast and rough.

You’re all going at Jihyo like she’s some kind of dirty dream come to life, this K-pop diva turned full-on slut in your hands. She’s moaning like a goddamn porn star, muffled around Minho’s shaft, her tits bouncing wild with every thrust, nipples brushing your chest as she rocks between you. Jihoon’s got her ass in a death grip, slamming in deep, his hips smacking her cheeks so hard the sound bounces off the cinderblock walls. “Fuck, this tight little hole—Park Jihyo, man, who’d have thought?” he pants, voice all gravel and awe, like he’s still processing that he’s balls-deep in a K-pop goddess. His thrusts are steady, relentless, splitting her open while you pound up into her pussy, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze like she’s trying to crush you. Minho’s up front, one hand tangled in her messy bun, the other braced against the stack of mats as he fucks her face, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, her eyes watering.

“Bro, this is insane,” Minho grunts, pulling out just enough to let her gasp, her lips swollen and glossy, before sliding back in. “Fucking Jihyo—Twice’s Jihyo—like she’s some cheap whore. I’ve been stanning her since ‘Cheer Up,’ and now she’s gagging on my dick.”

You smirk, hands digging into her hips as you thrust harder, making her whole body jolt. “Yeah, well, I’ve been hitting this for weeks, dude. Secret’s been worth it—her pussy’s fucking unreal.”

Jihoon laughs, a dark, filthy sound, smacking her ass again—red handprints layering over her skin. “You lucky bastard! Keeping this goddess under wraps? I’d have been bragging day one.”

Jihyo pulls off Minho with a wet pop, coughing, voice hoarse but dripping with sass. “Keep talking like I’m not here, assholes—I’m the one taking all your cocks.” She grins, then dives back onto Minho, sucking him down like she’s proving a point. You feel her clench around you, loving the dirty praise, the way you’re all losing your minds over her.

“Let’s switch it up,” you say, voice rough, pulling out of her pussy with a slick, obscene sound that makes her whimper. “New holes, new vibes—let’s keep this shit fresh.”

She nods, eager, wiping spit off her chin as you all shuffle around on the mat. You lie back, pulling her on top of you again, but this time you’re aiming for her ass—Jihoon’s already stretched it good, and you want in. She straddles you reverse, facing Minho, her ass hovering over your cock as you spit on your hand, slicking yourself up. Jihoon steps up front, claiming her pussy, while Minho stands close to her face, ready to stuff her mouth again.

You grip her cheeks, spreading them wide, and guide her down slow—her ass is still tight as fuck, even after Jihoon’s work, and the way it grips you as you sink in has your head spinning. “Holy shit, Ji,” you groan, watching her rim stretch around you, pink and shiny, “this ass is something else.” She hisses at the burn, but keeps going, sinking lower till you’re buried to the hilt, her body shaking against you.

Jihoon’s already sliding into her pussy, his cock pushing through her soaked folds, and she moans loud, head tipping back. “Fuck—two at once again, you guys don’t play,” she gasps, voice cracking as Jihoon starts thrusting, shallow and fast, stretching her cunt while you rock up into her ass, slow and deep to counter him. Minho grabs her jaw, tilting her head forward, and she opens wide, letting him fill her mouth again, his tip hitting her throat with a wet gurgle.

Now it’s a whole new beast—her ass is tighter than her pussy, hotter, the pressure unreal as you fuck up into it, feeling Jihoon’s cock rubbing through the thin wall separating you. He’s grunting with every thrust, her pussy dripping down his balls, smearing onto your thighs. “Man, this angle—her cunt’s hugging me so damn good,” he mutters, eyes locked on where he’s disappearing inside her, her lips puffy and slick around him.

Minho’s got her face in a vice, hips snapping forward, his cock sliding past her tonsils till she’s drooling all over him, spit dripping down her chest, coating her tits in this glossy mess. “Look at her, dude,” he says, voice shaky with lust, “fucking Park Jihyo—queen of K-pop—taking it like a street girl. I’ve jerked off to her fancams a hundred times, and now I’m wrecking her throat.”

You thrust harder, making her bounce, her ass cheeks jiggling against your hips. “Yeah, and I’ve been railing her on the DL this whole time,” you fire back, smirking. “You don’t even know—her stamina’s insane. She’s a freak behind closed doors.”

Jihyo pulls off Minho, laughing through a moan. “You’re all obsessed—fuck, keep going, don’t stop.” She dives back onto him, sucking harder, her tongue swirling around his shaft like she’s starving for it. Her ass clenches around you, tighter every time Jihoon slams into her pussy, and you can feel every twitch, every pulse.

The new position’s got her body on full display—tits swaying, sweat streaking down her spine, her thighs flexing as she balances on you. You grab her hips, guiding her up and down your cock, loving the way her ass swallows you whole, the slide slick and hot. Jihoon’s hands are all over her front, pinching her nipples, making her yelp into Minho’s crotch, her cries vibrating through him till he’s gripping her hair tighter, fucking her face with zero restraint.

“Shit, this is a fucking masterclass,” Jihoon says, voice low, almost reverent, as he pounds her pussy, the wet smack of his hips against hers loud and lewd. “Never thought I’d be learning how to fuck from Jihyo herself—K-pop royalty turned cockslut.”

Minho nods, dazed, his hands trembling as he holds her head. “Yeah, man, she’s the dream—those vocals, that face, and now this? Bro, you’ve been living the goddamn fantasy.”

You grin, thrusting deeper, making her scream around Minho’s dick. “What can I say? She picked me first—guess I’ve got the magic touch.” You smack her ass, hard, leaving a fresh red mark, and she bucks against you, driving you even deeper.

“Yo, let’s flip it,” Minho says, pulling out of her mouth with a sloppy, wet sound, his cock glistening with her spit, veins popping like he’s barely holding it together. “I want a piece of that pussy—Jihoon, you take her mouth.”

Jihoon grins, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Fuck yeah, been dying to feel that tongue on me.” He slides out of her cunt, leaving it dripping and pulsing, a slick trail of her juices stringing from his tip to her lips as he steps back. Jihyo gasps, catching her breath, her chest heaving—those heavy tits rising and falling fast, nipples dark and stiff. She licks her lips, smirking, like she’s ready for whatever’s next.

You keep her steady, hands clamped on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as you thrust up into her, slow and deep, savoring the way her hole stretches around you. Minho’s already moving, stepping up between her legs, his cock bobbing heavy and thick, shiny with her spit and his own pre-cum.

Minho grabs her thighs, yanking them apart like he’s claiming territory, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Fuck, look at this—pussy’s begging for it,” he says, voice low and hungry, rubbing his tip against her folds, teasing her clit till she squirms. She’s soaked, dripping down onto your hips, and he doesn’t wait—just plunges in, hard and fast, filling her cunt with one brutal thrust. Jihyo cries out, sharp and loud, her body jolting against you, making your cock twitch inside her ass.

“Shit, Minho—easy,” she gasps, but her hips roll forward to meet him, contradicting her words. He’s already moving, slamming into her pussy with these wet, nasty smacks, his balls slapping her skin, her juices splattering every time he bottoms out. Jihoon’s up by her head now, his dick hovering over her face—hard, flushed, dripping a little from the tip. “Open wide, babe,” he says, smirking, tapping her cheek with it like he’s marking her. She doesn’t hesitate—parts her lips, sticking her tongue out flat, letting him drag his cock across it before he shoves in. She moans around him, muffled and desperate, her hands reaching up to grip his thighs as he starts fucking her mouth, slow at first, letting her adjust.

“Goddamn, that’s it,” Jihoon groans, head tipping back, his toned arm flexing as he holds her head steady. “Suck it good, Jihyo—fuck, your lips look unreal wrapped around me.” Her tongue’s working him hard, swirling around the head every time he pulls back, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her tits. She’s sloppy with it, gagging a little when he hits her throat, but she doesn’t stop—just takes him deeper, eyes watering, loving the mess.

You pick up your pace, thrusting up into her ass harder now, matching Minho’s rhythm. Her body’s bouncing between you, caught in this brutal push-pull—your cock splitting her ass, Minho’s stretching her pussy, Jihoon’s filling her throat. She’s shaking, thighs quivering, tits jiggling with every slam, her skin slick with sweat and spit and her own slick. The mat’s a disaster under you—wet patches spreading, the air heavy with that raw, musky scent of bodies colliding.

“Man, this pussy’s insane,” Minho grunts, his hands sliding up to her waist, pulling her down onto him harder. “Tight as fuck, wet as hell—Jihyo, you’re killing me here.” He’s going deep, his hips snapping fast, her cunt squelching loud every time he drives in, her walls pulsing around him like she’s trying to squeeze him dry.

You laugh, rough and breathless, smacking her ass so it jiggles against your hips. “You’re just figuring that out? Been tapping this for weeks, bro—she’s a fucking goldmine.”

Jihoon’s got her hair fisted now, guiding her head as he fucks her face, his voice all gravel and awe. “Weeks, huh? You’re a legend. Fucking Park Jihyo in secret? I’d have lost my mind day one—her sucking me off like this, now I get why you kept it quiet. She’s a goddamn dream.”

Jihyo pulls off him for a second, gasping, spit stringing from her lips to his cock, her voice wrecked but dripping with fire. “You guys—fuck—talking about me like I’m some trophy. Keep fucking me, I love it.” She dives back onto Jihoon, sucking him down hard, her cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking wild against his shaft.

Minho smirks, thrusting deeper, making her moan around Jihoon’s dick. “Oh, she’s a trophy alright—K-pop’s finest, taking all our cocks like a pro.”

You feel her ass tighten at that, like the dirty talk’s lighting her up, and you ram up harder, making her whole body shudder. “She’s been my slut for a while,” you say, grinning, “loves it nasty—can’t get enough. Right, Ji?” You smack her again, and she whimpers, the sound vibrating through Jihoon’s cock till he’s groaning loud.

“Fuck yeah, she does,” Jihoon says, his hand slipping down to cup her jaw, guiding her deeper. “Look at her—those big eyes, that voice, and now she’s choking on me like it’s nothing. Been replaying her ‘Fancy’ fancams in my head forever, and this is a million times better.”

Minho’s hands roam up her sides, brushing her tits, thumbs flicking her nipples as he fucks her pussy raw. “Better? Dude, this is the ultimate—her body’s unreal, pussy’s so tight I can feel him through her. We’re living the fantasy right now.”

The three of you are synced up, a filthy machine—your cock plunging into her ass, thick and slow, stretching her wide; Minho’s hammering her pussy, fast and greedy, her slick coating his shaft; Jihoon’s fucking her mouth, his tip hitting her throat with every thrust, her gags and moans blending into this raw, desperate soundtrack. Her body’s on fire—sweat streaks down her spine, pooling at the small of her back, her thighs trembling against you, her hands clawing at Jihoon’s legs for balance.

She’s close—you can tell by the way her body’s starting to shake, her rhythm getting messy, her moans turning into these high, broken cries that Jihoon’s dick can’t fully muffle. You pick up your pace, slamming up into her ass, your hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them wide so you can watch your cock vanish inside her. “C’mon, Ji,” you mutter, voice rough, “let go—fucking cum for us.”

Minho feels it too, her pussy fluttering around him, and he leans forward, one hand sliding up to her tit, pinching her nipple hard. “Yeah, baby—cum on my cock, let me feel it,” he growls, hammering her faster, his balls slapping her skin, wet and loud.

Jihoon pulls out just enough to let her breathe, her face a wreck—cheeks flushed, mascara streaking, mouth open and panting. “Do it, Jihyo—fucking cum,” he says, voice low and urgent, stroking himself fast as he watches her unravel.

She’s teetering, her whole body tensing—then it hits. “Oh fuck—fuck, I’m—” Her words cut off into a scream, sharp and wild, her pussy clamping down on Minho so hard he hisses, his thrusts faltering for a second. Her ass locks around you, tighter than ever, pulsing like it’s trying to crush your cock, and you groan loud, hands digging into her flesh as you keep pounding through it. Her eyes roll back, mouth hanging open, spit dripping free as her whole body bucks and shakes, caught between you all.

“Shit, there it is,” Minho grunts, his hands sliding to her waist, holding her steady as he fucks her through it, her pussy gushing, soaking him, dripping down onto you. “Fuck—feels like she’s breaking me.”

You feel it too, the way her ass spasms, milking you with every clench, her body a live wire. “Told you—fucking unreal,” you say, voice strained, thrusting harder to chase her high, her cheeks rippling against your hips, the sound wet and obscene.

Jihoon’s watching, stroking himself, his cock twitching as she gasps and moans, her throat exposed, raw from his pounding. “Goddamn, look at her—cumming like a fucking slut on all of us,” he says, then he slides back into her mouth mid-moan, cutting her off, her lips closing around him as she sucks through the aftershocks, her tongue sloppy but eager.

Her orgasm’s ripping through her, relentless—her pussy’s flooding Minho, her ass gripping you so tight you can barely move, her cries vibrating through Jihoon’s cock. She’s thrashing now, caught in this wild, shuddering rhythm, her tits bouncing hard, sweat streaking down her spine, pooling at her lower back. You reach up, grab her shoulders, pull her down onto you harder, making her scream louder around Jak.

You keep your cock buried in Jihyo’s ass, her tight heat pulsing around you after her orgasm, her body slick with sweat and trembling like she’s barely holding it together. She’s sprawled over you, her ass cheeks jiggling with every slow, deep thrust you give her, while Minho’s pounding her pussy like a goddamn jackhammer, his cock slick with her juices, leaving a wet trail down his thighs. Jihoon is fucking her throat with these lazy, sloppy thrusts, her lips stretched wide.

Her climax has left her shaky, but you’re all too far gone to slow down—her pussy’s still spasming around Minho, her ass gripping you like it’s begging you to stay, and her moans are vibrating through Jihoon’s cock, raw and wrecked. You’re thrusting harder, excitement buzzing through you, your hands digging into her hips, feeling the heat build in your gut.

Minho’s grunting, his rhythm getting jagged, his hands leaving red welts on her waist. “Fuck, she’s still so tight—gonna lose it soon,” he pants, his cock plunging deep, her slick gushing out with every hit, soaking the mat. Jihoon’s not far behind, his jaw tight, sweat streaking down his neck as he pumps into her mouth, her throat bulging with every thrust. “Shit, man—her tongue’s working me over, I’m close,” he groans, his grip on her hair tightening, pulling her deeper.

you are close too, that electric rush creeping up, your cock throbbing in her ass, her walls clenching like they’re trying to milk you dry. “Ji,” you rasp, voice rough and ragged, “where you want it? Where you want our cum?” You slam up into her hard, making her yelp around Jihoon, her body jolting, ass rippling against you.

She pulls off Jihoon with a wet, gasping pop. “My face,” she chokes out, voice hoarse but dripping with need, “all of you—fucking blast it on my face.” Her eyes are wild, dark and desperate, locked on you like she’s starving for it.

You nod, pulling out of her ass with a slick, nasty sound, her hole gaping for a second before she scrambles off you, dropping to her knees on the mat between you, Minho, and Jihoon. She’s on the ground now, thighs spread, her pussy dripping onto the floor, tits heaving as she catches her breath. You’re all towering over her, cocks in hand, stroking fast, the air thick with tension and that musky, primal stench of sex. She looks up, smirking through the mess, her sweat-streaked hair sticking to her neck, and it’s like she’s daring you to ruin her.

You step up first, gripping your cock tight, the tip still slick from her ass. “Open up, Ji,” you say, and she does—parts her lips, sticks her tongue out flat, ready for you. She grabs your shaft with both hands, guiding you in, and fuck, she sucks you like it’s her last mission on earth. Her mouth’s hot, wet, sliding over you deep and slow, tongue swirling around the head, flicking at the slit till you’re hissing. Then she goes lower, popping off your cock to lick at your balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue till it’s drooling with her spit. “Fuck—Jihyo, that’s it,” you groan, stroking the base as she works you, her dedication pushing you right to the edge.

Minho and Jihoon are stroking themselves hard, watching her with you, their breaths short and sharp. “Goddamn, she’s a fucking pro,” Minho mutters, his hand a blur on his thick cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. Jihoon’s grinning, his shaft twitching in his grip. “Look at her go—fucking Twice’s Jihyo, sucking him like she’s thirsty for it.”

She pulls off you, leaving your cock and balls dripping, spit stringing from her lips as she looks up at all three of you, her voice raw and filthy. “C’mon, boys—gimme your cum, fucking cover me, I want it all,” she begs, her tone pure cumslut, hands cupping her tits, pushing them up like a canvas. It’s obscene, the way she’s pleading, this K-pop queen on her knees, and it’s got you all buzzing, cocks throbbing, ready to explode.

Minho’s the first to break—he steps in, grunting like an animal, his hand flying over his shaft. “Fuck—here it comes, Ji,” he growls, aiming right at her face. His load hits hard, a thick, white rope blasting across her cheek, streaking up to her nose, dripping down to her parted lips. She moans, low and dirty, tongue darting out to catch what she can as another shot lands, splattering her forehead, sliding down to her eyebrow. It’s massive, heavy, coating her skin, some splashing onto her tits, streaking across her chest in messy, glistening trails.

Jihoon’s right on his heels, moving in close, his breath ragged. “Shit, Jihyo—open up,” he gasps, and she tilts her head, tongue out, catching his first shot as it arcs over her lips, pooling in her mouth. Another hits her other cheek, thick and hot, smearing across her chin, dripping down her neck in fat globs. She swallows what she caught, moaning soft, her eyes fluttering as it drips off her jaw onto her tits, mixing with Minho’s load, turning her chest into a sticky, white mess.

You’re last, your hand a blur, the sight of her—begging, drenched—pushing you over. “Here it is, Ji—fucking take it,” you say, voice tight, aiming at her face. It hits like a fucking firehose—a fat, pulsing shot right across her nose, bridging over her tongue, then another, coating her lips and chin, dripping thick and slow. It’s endless, heavy, splattering off her jaw onto her tits, blending with the others till she’s a goddamn cum-soaked masterpiece, skin shining, chest heaving.

She sighs, this deep, satisfied sound, her face a canvas of chaos—cheeks plastered, forehead dripping, lips smeared, all of it pooling and sliding down her neck, her tits a slick, cum-streaked mess. She smiles, slow and smug, like she’s just conquered the world, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, savoring the taste. “Fuck, you guys—look at this,” she murmurs, hands sliding up to her chest, smearing the cum across her tits, rubbing it into her nipples, making them glisten. It’s insane, the way she’s basking in it, this idol turned cum-drenched fantasy, and you’re all just staring, panting, cocks still twitching.

She’s not done—she leans in, grabbing your cock first, licking the sensitive tip slow and deliberate, sucking off the last drops, making you shudder hard. “Mmm,” she hums, moving to Minho, her tongue flicking over his head, tasting what’s left, leaving it slick with her spit. Jihoon’s next, and she gives him the same, lapping at him like a cat, her eyes half-lidded, drunk on the filth. “So fucking good,” she whispers, sitting back on her heels, her hands scooping the cum off her face—thick, gooey strands—spreading it over her cheeks, her chin, her tits, till she’s coated, glistening, a total fucking wreck.

You’re all wrecked too, chests heaving, the mat a disaster—sweat, cum, her juices everywhere, the air heavy with it. She looks up, grinning, her face a work of art, painted white and dripping, and you can’t believe this is Jihyo—Twice’s leader, now your cum-soaked secret, kneeling there, satisfied as hell. “Fucking perfect,” she says, wiping a finger through the mess on her chest and sucking it clean, her smile wicked, like she’s just won the dirtiest game imaginable. You’re all just standing there, exhausted, awestruck, watching her revel in it, this moment burned into your brains forever.

The storage room’s now a fucking crime scene—sweat, cum, and the echoes of pure filth still hanging in the air as you all come down from the high. You glance at each other—Minho wiping his forehead, Jihoon running a hand through his damp hair—and there’s this unspoken agreement that you can’t just walk out like this.

“Shower time,” you say, voice rough but casual, pushing yourself up off the mat. Your shorts are halfway across the room, crumpled in a heap, and you grab them, not bothering to put them on yet. Jihyo sits up, stretching, her tits jiggling as she moves, cum still dripping down her chest in slow, sticky trails. “Yeah, I need to wash this off,” she laughs, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smearing it more than cleaning it, then she starts to pick up her clothes scattered on the floor. Minho and Jihoon nod, grabbing their own gear, and you all head for the gym’s locker room, a quiet buzz of exhaustion and satisfaction trailing you.

The showers are down the hall, past the empty weight racks and cardio machines, the gym eerily quiet now that it’s late. You each peel off what’s left of your clothes—your shorts, their gym tanks—and pile them on a bench. The water kicks on with a hiss, steam rising fast as you step under separate showerheads, the cold tile a shock against your feet. The hot spray hits you first, pounding your shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime, the faint ache in your muscles melting under the heat.

Jihyo’s in the next stall over, her silhouette visible through the frosted glass divider, water cascading down her curves, sluicing the cum off her skin. You hear her hum, soft and low, some Twice melody she’s probably sung a thousand times, and it’s almost surreal—minutes ago she was begging for your loads, now she’s showering like it’s just another day. Minho’s scrubbing his arms, soap suds bubbling up, muttering, “Fuck, I needed this.” Jihoon’s across from him, water pounding his back, grinning like an idiot. “Best shower of my life.”

You soap up, lathering your chest, your junk, feeling the grime slip away, the hot water working miracles. Your legs are still buzzing from holding Jihyo up, your arms sore from gripping her tight, but you’re refreshed, lighter, like the shower’s washing away more than just the sweat. You rinse off, the water turning cloudy for a sec as the last of it swirls down the drain, and step out, grabbing a towel from the stack by the wall. It’s rough, gym-issued, but it does the job—drying your hair, your back, your balls—till you’re dripping less and feeling human again.

Jihyo steps out next, towel wrapped loose around her, water still beading on her shoulders, her hair slicked back dark and wet, the sneakers already on. She looks fucking radiant, cheeks flushed from the heat, skin glowing like she didn’t just get railed by three guys in a storage closet. Minho and Jihoon follow, towels slung over their shoulders, shorts back on, hair damp and messy. You all linger for a minute, the steam curling around you, the vibe easy but charged, like you’ve all shared something monumental—and you have.

Minho and Jihoon glance at each other, then at Jihyo. “Be right back,” Minho says, jerking his chin toward the staff room down the hall. “Gotta handle something.” They duck out, leaving you and Jihyo alone for a sec. She’s drying her arms, smirking at you, and you lean against the locker, watching her. “You good?” you ask, casual but real.

She nods, grinning. “Better than good. That was fucking wild.” Her towel slips a little, showing the curve of her tit, and you catch it but don’t stare—professional, sort of. “You guys are something else.”

Before you can reply, Minho and Jihoon are back, stepping in with this chill energy. Minho’s got his hands in his pockets, Jihoon’s rubbing the back of his neck. “All clear,” Minho says, looking at Jihyo. “Security footage—wiped it clean. No trace of anything. You’re safe.”

Her shoulders relax, a little breath slipping out. “Fuck, thank you—seriously. If that got out…” She trails off, shaking her head, but then smiles, big and bright. “You guys are lifesavers.”

Jihoon laughs, leaning against the wall. “Nah, you’re the legend here. That was unreal—like, thank you. Never thought I’d be saying that to Park Jihyo after… well, that.”

Minho nods, smirking. “Yeah, hands down the craziest shit I’ve ever been part of. You’re fucking incredible.”

“Well, good news—we can do it again sometime. I’m down if you guys are.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, a grin tugging at your lips. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m in. No question.” Minho and Jihoon are quick to agree—Minho with a “Fuck yes,” Jihoon with a “Count me in, any day.”

“It was unforgettable,” Jihyo says, her voice softer now, reflective. “Like, I’m still buzzing from it. By far one of my best experiences.” Then she removes the towel, not caring about the presence of either of you and begins to get dressed, she opens one of the lockers to take out the bag she stored there earlier and takes out a hoodie, putting it on over her gym clothes. After finishing, she adjusts her bag on her shoulder, ready to head out, but there’s this glow about her—exhausted but alive.

You sling your own bag over your shoulder, stepping closer. “You know, Ji, this is a hell of a way to boost your stamina. You were a fucking beast today—killed it. I’m telling you, a few more rounds like this, and you’ll be unstoppable on stage. Choreo won’t stand a chance.”

She laughs, loud and bright, the sound bouncing off the lockers. “Oh, you think this is my new training regimen? Fuck cardio—give me three cocks and a storage room, right?” She’s joking, but there’s a spark in her eye like she’s half-serious. “Honestly, though—if this is what it takes to get tireless, sign me up. I felt like I could go all night.”

Minho smirks, grabbing his keys off the bench. “Shit, you basically did. Your dance trainer gonna wonder why you’re suddenly out-dancing everyone.”

Jihoon’s already at the door, turning back with a grin. “Yeah, tell her you’ve got a secret weapon—three trainers putting you through the ultimate workout.”

You all crack up, the vibe loose and easy now. Jihyo adjusts her hoodie, pulling the hood up, ready to slip out unnoticed. “For real, though,” she says, looking at you, then Minho, then Jihoon, “you guys are the best. Let’s make it a thing—whenever the schedule’s clear, we’re back here.”

“Deal,” you say, fist-bumping her, the others following suit. “Next time, we’ll push you even harder—stamina training, level two.”

She winks, stepping out into the hall, her voice echoing back. “Can’t wait, boys. See you in the next session.” You watch her go, that sway in her hips still lethal, then head out yourselves, the night air cool against your skin, a fresh contrast to the heat you’ve just left behind. You’re all grinning, buzzing, already counting the days till round two with the goddess Jihyo—your dirty little secret, and the best damn workout of your lives.

[gtgbabie0]

{Strapping it up with Vi}

Feeling a little sappy today idk?? Enjoy <3

!!-18//MDNI-!! //CW// soft sex kinda fingering strap-on referred to as a cock no plot just the nasty

A breathy giggle, Violet’s fingers curling around the belt-hoops of your jeans to playfully tug you closer to her, your hips bumping against hers. That’s all it took and you were completely melting into her body, with your arms draped over her toned shoulders, her hands grasping at your waist as she kisses you like she’s starving— her lips chasing yours greedily.

It was a really good night. Lots of laughter, a few drinks at the bar, a slight buzz going through your body— a buzz that has quickly turned into an excited tingle as Vi presses you up against the bedroom wall, smirking against your mouth as you stumble over your own two feet with a giddy, “Whoops.”

“Careful— I’ve got’cha.” She’s all soft smiles and tender as eyes, thumb caressing your warm cheek as she leans in to brush a light kiss over your pulse point, trailing slowly across your jaw.

Your teeth catch the inside of your bottom lip as you feel her fingers fumble with the zipper of your dress— a teasing smirk ghosting over her plump lips with a breathy chuckle, forehead resting against your own. “Can I take this off, baby?” She asks softly, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You nod your head with a small “Mhm” but it wasn’t enough— not for Vi, she needed to hear you say it. The way your voice quivers with anticipation. “Words doll, lemme hear you say it.”

You let out a noise just shy of a whine, lips pursing out in a small pout that Violet lives for— “Yeah, yes. Take it off. Please.” You whine, words muffled in between kisses as she tugs the zipper down.

It’s all so new yet familiar, warm, as her palms caress the curve of your waist— hands mapping out the curves of your body, pulling you closer into her and you’re all but eagerly responding to every single brush of her lips and feather light touch until she’s got you stripped from that pretty dress that’s been taunting her all damn night and laying out— naked— on her bed like an angel.

“Relax for me, baby— god— you’re so fuckin’ tight.” She breathes out heavily, a sound that borders on a groan as she curls her fingers deep inside your slick cunt— stretching you out a little, “There you go, baby— so pretty.” Her breath is hot against your jaw as she leaves hot, opened-mouthed kisses to the soft curve.

You need more. “Vi— please— I want—” you start only to be cut off by an embarrassingly loud, needy moan.

You could feel the twitch of her lips as she smiles into your warm cheek, nosing at you softly. “What is it hmm?— what does my girl want?” she coos, slowly pulling her fingers out before curling them back in— fingertips nudging up against the spongy spot.

You blabber some incoherent nonsense, a bunch of whiny noises, head tipping backwards as she slowly scissors her fingers inside your wetness— digits pressing against your slick walls, preparing you for her strap even if you’ve said repeatedly that you’re ready— she still likes to take her time with you. “Go on baby, don’t be shy.”

“Uhgh— you know what I want— put in it already, please.” Your words nearly send her right off the edge, because god did you sound so heavenly.

“Need my cock so fuckin’ bad huh?— s’that why you’re dripping all over my hand?” She smirks, pressing the heel of her palm against your clit making your body arch, hips grinding. “Tell me how bad you want it baby.”

“Uh-huh— need it— fill me up Vi— please.” Your whimper, breathing ragged as you feel the head of her strap-on nudge your inner thigh. God she could be such a tease. “Come on— just put it in.”

“Alright. C’mere— I’ve gotcha baby girl.” her body is moving over your own, pushing your thighs apart a little further before settling between them— the head of her cock slipping between your slick folds, sinking inside your heat as you gasp, hands grabbing at her firm shoulders. “That’s it, taking me so fuckin’ good.”

She’s groaning and panting against your neck like she can feel your walls clamping around her strap as her hips begin to move— fucking you into the mattress, your nails biting crescent moons into her tattooed shoulders every time the rough fabric of her harness bumps against your clit.

Her pace becomes clumsy, pushing into you a little deeper— "Doing so good f'me princess, takin' my cock so deep." The tip of her dick kisses your cervix as she rocks her strap into you, from head to base until your mind is mushy with pleasure and you’re blubbering a messy, whiny string of “uh, uh, uh, uh’s” against her ear.

“Gonna cum baby?” Vi pants, pressing a wet kiss to your neck before pulling back to admire your face— jaw all slack and eyes glossy, all dumb for her thick strap. “Come on pretty girl, cum all over my cock— wanna see you make a mess on me.”

Your nails nip a little harsher into her shoulders, gasping at each thrust— head turning to bury your face into the pillows. “Vi— mhmm— fuck—”

“Look at me— lemme see you.” Her fingers curl around your jaw to make you face her as she tips you over the edge— orgasm crashing over your tingly body as the head of her cock nudges that spot deep inside you, your clit rubbing against her harness and Vi drinks up every single noise that slips from your pretty lips, hungry blue eyes admiring every tiny pleasured twitch that crosses over your face.

“Look so damn pretty when you come undone baby,” she presses a soothing kiss to your shoulder, lips trailing along your neck as you tilt your head to the side with a small whimper— “Gonna get you something to drink, then you’ll give me another, yeah baby?”

[riqomi]

YOU GET ME SO HIGH! ˖ 엔하이픈

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heeseung

it was a quiet evening, the room dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. you and heeseung were lying on the couch, feeling the effects of the weed starting to kick in. he was relaxed, but there was a certain edge to him tonight. you caught him staring at you, his usually intense gaze soft but still piercing in a way that made your pulse quicken.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice slow as you noticed how he was watching you.

heeseung didn't answer immediately. instead, he took a deep breath and leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "you know, you look absolutely stunning right now."

the compliment felt different, heavier, and your heart skipped. you shifted to face him, but his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

“you’ve got me all... distracted,” he murmured, voice low and husky. his thumb gently traced the curve of your waist, sending a shiver through your body. "and i’m thinking of something else."

your breath hitched. “what are you thinking about?”

before you could respond, his lips found yours, slow and teasing. the kiss was deep, lingering, and when he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes were darker than before. “just how badly i want you right now.”

jay

jay was usually cool and confident, but tonight, there was a playful edge to his demeanor. as you both sat on the floor, surrounded by snacks and smoke, jay leaned back against the couch, one arm casually draped over your shoulder.

"you look... different when you’re high," he said, eyes glinting with mischief. “kind of... sexy.”

you laughed, feeling the heat rise in your chest. "oh really? what’s different about me?" you teased, arching an eyebrow.

he smiled slowly, leaning in just a bit closer. “you’ve got this... energy. i like it.” his fingers lightly grazed your thigh, the touch deliberate but soft. “it makes me wanna see more.”

your skin tingled under his touch, and you felt a little more bold in your high state. you shifted closer to him, pressing your body lightly against his. “you want more, huh?” you asked, voice low and teasing.

jay chuckled, his fingers now trailing up your leg, dangerously close to your hips. “i’m just saying... you don’t have to tease me so much. i might not be able to stop myself.”

he paused, his lips brushing your neck as he whispered, “unless you want me to."

jake

jake was normally playful and lighthearted, but something about tonight’s haze had made him more intense than usual. you could feel the tension in the air as you both sat together, the joint between you slowly burning down to nothing.

“you’re quiet tonight,” you murmured, your fingers lightly tracing circles on his hand.

jake smirked, his eyes darkening. “you’re distracting me,” he said, his voice husky, full of hidden meaning. he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. “i can’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, and saw the flicker of something deeper in his eyes. before you could say anything else, jake leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened. his hands were everywhere—pulling you closer, his fingers grazing your back, moving lower with every breath he took.

“you know what you do to me when you look at me like that,” jake whispered, voice thick with desire. you felt his chest rise and fall rapidly as you kissed, the tension building between you two.

the kiss lingered, your lips parted for a second, and then he pulled you in tighter. “if we keep doing this... we’re not going to stop.”

sunghoon

you and sunghoon were sprawled out on the couch, the effects of the weed making everything feel hazy and warm. sunghoon’s usually composed demeanor was relaxed, but his usual smirk had taken on a different edge tonight.

he leaned in closer to you, his breath warm on your ear. "you’re a little more... touchable when you’re high," he whispered, his fingers trailing along your arm, lightly brushing over your skin. "makes me want to do this."

before you could react, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. your breath caught, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“you’re making me crazy,” you muttered, but the words came out breathless, as if you didn’t mind the idea.

sunghoon chuckled softly, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “i could say the same about you, babe.” he leaned in to kiss you again, this time a little harder, his hands growing bolder as the kiss deepened.

sunoo

sunoo had always been the playful one, but when you were high together, there was something more to his touches. you were lying together on the bed, your legs tangled in the sheets as the high made everything feel more intense.

he traced his fingers down your spine, the movement slow and deliberate. “you feel so good,” he murmured, voice low, with a teasing undertone. “i could do this all night.”

you shivered under his touch, unable to stop the soft moan that escaped your lips. sunoo smirked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his hand sliding under your shirt to rest on your waist.

“you’re making it hard to keep my cool,” he whispered, his lips moving to the side of your neck, teasing you with soft, lingering kisses. "i don’t know how much longer i can control myself."

your fingers dug into his arm, pulling him closer. “then don’t,” you whispered, your breath shaky from the sensations.

he groaned softly, giving in to the pull between you two, his lips finding yours again as his hands roamed with newfound confidence.

 jungwon

jungwon was normally the more reserved one, but tonight he was entirely at ease, the warmth of the high making everything feel more intense. you both sat side by side on the couch, the music playing softly in the background, and jungwon was unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on you.

you turned to look at him, noticing the way his eyes had darkened slightly, the intensity in his stare making your heart race. “what’s with the look?” you asked, your voice a little breathless.

he smiled softly but didn’t look away. “just thinking about how much i want you right now,” he said, his voice steady but laced with something more.

your pulse quickened, and you instinctively shifted closer, your body just inches from his. his hand found yours, fingers interlacing, as his thumb stroked your palm slowly.

"you’re driving me crazy," he whispered, voice low and intense. "i can’t stop thinking about what i want to do to you."

before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, slow and passionate, the kiss building with every second.

 niki

niki was usually playful, but tonight, there was something about him that felt different. the smoke swirled around the room as you both sat on the bed, the tension between you two building. he leaned in close, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered, “i want you so badly right now.”

you looked up at him, noticing the way his eyes flickered with something darker, a mix of desire and impatience. "you always know how to make me crazy," you teased, your hand trailing up his arm.

he leaned in, his lips grazing the side of your neck, sending a shiver through your body. “i’m not just saying that,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “i’m thinking about it... all the time.”

you gasped as he kissed the sensitive spot just below your ear, his hands running down your body with a hunger that made your heart race. "then stop talking," you said, pulling him in for a kiss that was anything but gentle.

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[fangdokja]

Well.

You got it WRONG lol, that was about Phainon! 😂

Chat gpt thinks we're perfect together lol. To summarize what it said - in the most polite terms, Jing would low key baby me at the start 💀 He'd apparently feel the need to hold my hand and only later when it gets too quiet does he realize that he misses me.

For Sunday it said that it's brooding x sunshine. That he'd be beyond overwhelmed with my emotional intensity, whoops. Sorry Sunny but that he'd end up liking it. Chat gpt also placed me in a love triangle between him and freaking FIREFLY which feels oddly canon, but my personality is nothing like the Trailblazers so 😂

For Jiaoqiu, it said that he might find me a little annoying but he'd have too much fun with me. He'd get a kick out of teasing me, rip. He'd rather die than admit his feelings.

And Phainon... Wow. Chat gpt was so biased here. The descriptions were so romantic and fairy tale like, I'm actually speechless here. Need me a man who loves me as much Chat gpt thinks Phainon would love me!!

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 518

Your wrists ache where the silk binds them, the knot cinched too tight—an artisan’s touch, practiced, meticulous, beautiful. A golden cage spun from careful hands and careful words. You tried to fight once, in the beginning, but the struggle had only made him coo at you, stroking the side of your face as if you were a frightened animal. "Hush, my love," he had murmured, his breath against your skin. "It’s all right. I’ll be gentle."

But he is not gentle.

Phainon moves with the precision of a sculptor shaping marble, with the tenderness of a lover and the restraint of a saint—except saints do not revel in their own holiness, and he? He worships his own kindness. He strokes your hair back, murmuring soft reassurances, his voice thick with a devotion so all-consuming it sickens you. You don’t cry anymore; he’s trained that out of you. Tears make him linger, make him slow down, make him want to "fix it." You learned that silence, stillness, is the only thing that makes it pass faster.

His touch ghosts along your thigh, not rushed, never rushed. He loves you too much for that. He’s always been patient, hasn’t he? Even when you screamed, even when you begged, even when you swore you would rather die—he had only sighed, kissed your temple, and whispered, "I know. You don’t mean that."

There is something worse than cruelty, worse than sadism. It is love twisted into something that smothers, something that consumes. Phainon does not hate you. He does not want to see you in pain. He wants you to love him, to feel loved by him, to surrender so completely that the thought of fighting back becomes foreign, absurd.

"You’re so tense again," he says now, his fingers pressing into the meat of your thigh, kneading as though he can mold you into pliancy. "I thought we were past this."

You stare at the ceiling, at the intricate carvings of the room he built for you. A temple, a tomb. He shifts above you, and your stomach twists, dread curling its cold fingers around your lungs. He does not take. He does not force. He coaxes, he manipulates, he makes you believe, if only for an instant, that this is inevitable. That he is inevitable.

"It’s because you think too much," he muses, leaning down, his lips grazing your ear. "You’ve always been like that. But I love that about you."

His weight presses against you, slow, purposeful, inexorable. A lover’s embrace. A captor’s restraint. He shushes you before you can even think to protest, before you can turn your face away. His lips ghost down your throat, tracing the fluttering pulse beneath your skin, drinking in the shudder you can’t suppress.

"You’re safe," he whispers against your skin. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

And as he finally, inevitably, claims you again, you realize the worst part isn’t the way he holds you down, the way he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear like a man making love to his wife.

No.

The worst part is that he believes it.

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♡ A/N #1. Oh, so I did have it right the first time? 🙂 Tch. Should’ve just trusted my gut instead of letting my neurons do their little interpretive dance of overanalysis. Classic me problem—intuition’s screaming one thing, but then my brain goes, "Ah yes, but what if we turned this into a complex existential debate instead?" 🤡

♡ A/N #2. High-key salty with my own brain rn. Like, I was literally about to submit a Phainon gif and post before I changed it last minute. And because I’m feeling spiteful towards my own cognitive processes, here—have a short fic I’ve been hoarding like a feral dragon. 🔥 I’m actually mad at my neurons rn. So, in the spirit of pure, unfiltered rage-fueled productivity, I’m posting this right now. No organization, no formatting, just sheer animosity towards my own decision-making skills. Not mad at you, Ana, to clarify. But I do turn every emotion into productivity. Even stupid ones.

♡ A/N #3. Nvm. Perfectionism kicked in.

[lia-linny]

summary: To keep their annoying classmates at bay, Changbin and YN decide to make a fake dating deal. But as time goes by, more and more real feelings are mixed in with the fake ones.

words: 4.7k

genre: fluff, highschool au

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual cacophony a symphony of voices interwoven with the clatter of trays and the occasional shout thrown across the room. Yn sat in her customary place, positioned on the fringes of the commotion. Her friends, enrolled in higher classes, had their lunch break later, leaving her to dine alone, often lost in the embrace of a book.

Today was no different. Or rather, it should have been. Yet, something else tugged at her attention. Instead of vanishing into the pages before her, she found herself staring absently at her plate, willing herself to ignore the jeers from the next table.

"Hey, Yn! Still single? Have you even tried, or does no one want you?" Laughter followed, sharp and grating. Heat crept up her neck, but she did not respond. She was used to this. It was routine. All she had to do was feign indifference, pretend she hadn’t even heard.

"Maybe she’s waiting for ‘the right one,’" someone sneered.

"Can’t you mind your own business for once?" The voice cut through the laughter like a blade, its edge unmistakably sharp. Yn blinked, startled. Changbin. He was seated a few tables away with his popular circle of friends, yet now he had turned toward them, brows drawn together in quiet disapproval. His usual playful smirk was nowhere to be found.

"What’s it to you, bro?"

"Nothing at all. But if you’re going to be loud enough for half the school to hear, then surely I’m allowed to comment as well." Silence fell over the group, and with a satisfied shrug, Changbin returned to his meal as if nothing had happened.

Yn, however, found her pulse inexplicably unsteady. She hated being rescued. Or maybe it was the mere fact that he had interfered at all. She exhaled sharply, reaching for her water bottle, only to struggle against the stubbornly sealed lid. The frustration mounted, her grip tightening, until she was a mere breath away from flinging the bottle across the room when suddenly, a presence settled beside her. Just like that.

"Hey." Changbin’s voice was warm, accompanied by an easy smile. Yn blinked, confusion flickering across her face.

"Uh… hi?" Without another word, he took the bottle from her grasp and twisted the cap open with effortless ease before sliding it back toward her. Yn could only stare, utterly dumbfounded.

"You’re going to think I’m completely crazy, but hear me out," he said, grinning now.

"And before you say no, just listen." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something almost conspiratorial.

"I have a problem. You have a problem. And I think we might just be able to help each other." Yn raised a skeptical brow. His grin widened.

"My friends have been trying to set me up with random girls for weeks. Last time, they nearly sent me on a blind date with Hyunjin’s cousin and she’s twelve." A startled laugh escaped her before she could suppress it.

"Sounds… interesting."

"Oh, you have no idea." He shook his head with exaggerated dismay.

"And I hear you’ve got a bit of a… situation yourself." Yn’s amusement faded, her gaze narrowing.

"Nothing serious. Just the usual high school nonsense," she said carefully. Changbin lifted his hands in mock surrender.

"I get it. But let’s be real" he inclined his head toward the table of jeering voices "they won’t stop unless they’re given a reason to." She exhaled, her stomach knotting.

"So, what are you suggesting?"

"Fake dating." Silence.

"What?!"

"You and me. The power couple of the season." He gestured grandly, as if crafting a headline.

"If we pretend to be together, my friends will quit setting me up. And for you? Well… those idiots over there won’t have anything left to say." Yn regarded him as though he had lost his mind. Changbin, however, lounged back in his chair, utterly unbothered, as if he had all the time in the world.

"And what if it all falls apart?" she asked at last, wary.

"Then it falls apart." He shrugged.

"Really, what do we have to lose?" A thousand reasons to say no ran through her mind. But instead, she lifted her chin, willing herself to appear composed.

"Alright." His eyes gleamed as he extended his hand.

"Deal?" Yn hesitated only for a breath before clasping his hand in hers.

"Deal."

~☆~

Monday morning arrived, and Yn was resolute this so-called relationship was to be kept as uneventful as possible. A few well-placed appearances together, some occasional hand-holding, nothing too conspicuous. Simple. Unremarkable.

But then came Changbin. The school doors swung open, and there he stood backpack slung effortlessly over one shoulder, that everpresent, mischievous grin playing on his lips, as if he found the entire world amusing. And to Yn’s absolute horror, his gaze locked onto hers, and he strode forward with unmistakable purpose.

"Good morning, Bunny!" His voice rang out, far too loud, echoing across the corridor like an announcement. Yn nearly choked on her to-go coffee. Before she could react, Changbin had already closed the distance, draping an arm around her shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Did you sleep well? I missed you sooo much." His words carried through the hallway, ensuring that no one missed them. Yn felt the weight of a dozen curious stares land on her like a tidal wave. Heat rose to her cheeks.

"Changbin!" she hissed under her breath, but he only leaned in, as if whispering a secret.

"First relationship gig. We have to make it convincing."

"That wasn’t the plan!" Too late.

"You and Changbin?! Since when…?" Yn barely had time to register her best friend, Chaeryeong, materializing beside them, eyes wide with astonishment.

"I thought you two were just…?"

"Well, surprise!" Changbin announced, flashing a dazzling grin. Chaeryeong’s mouth hung open.

"We wanted to take it slow," he added, "but we couldn’t keep it a secret anymore." Yn wished, prayed, for the earth to swallow her whole. But then Changbin looked at her, and in his eyes, she caught the tiniest flicker of something an unspoken question. Do you trust me? So she swallowed her pride, forced a smile, and nodded.

"Yes. Surprise." Her laugh was anything but natural. Chaeryeong still looked like she had just witnessed a miracle or a catastrophe.

"Yn! Oh my god! How? And more importantly, why didn’t you tell me you were dating such an idiot?" She placed her hands on her hips, looking as if she were personally offended by this turn of events. Changbin gasped in mock outrage.

"Excuse you, but I wooed her for months," he declared dramatically.

"Love letters, roses… I even wrote poetry. Very sentimental. She’s into that, you know." Yn smacked his chest lightly.

"In your dreams." Chaeryeong let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Yn-ie, I’m so happy for you!" Changbin shot Yn a wink, and despite herself, a small smile slipped onto her lips.

The moment the crowd had dispersed, Yn grabbed Changbin by the sleeve and yanked him into a quiet corner.

"Are you insane? What the hell was that all about?"

"Marketing, Bunny." He smirked, utterly unrepentant. "If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it properly. Now everyone believes us." He folded his arms, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Be glad I didn’t show up in my 'I ♡ My GF' t-shirt." Yn exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers to her temple.

"Changbin…" But his expression shifted just slightly. A rare moment of sincerity flickered in his eyes.

"Hey," he said softly, "I know that was… a lot. But now they’ll stop bugging you. So… mission accomplished, right?" She sighed, relenting.

"I hate that you’re right." His grin returned in full force.

"You’ll get used to it." And as much as she fought it, she couldn’t shake the creeping suspicion that her fake boyfriend was beginning to feel a little too real.

~☆~

Yn stood outside the café, shifting nervously on her toes, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. She still wasn’t sure how she had ended up here a date with Changbin. Well, a fake date. But still.

"I must be out of my mind." She mutered under her breath.

"Nice of you to finally admit it." She winced and spun around. There he was grinning, warm and effortlessly self-assured. And, as always, dressed in black. Yn wondered if it was a fashion statement or just a habit. Either way, it suited him unfairly well.

"You’re late." She crossed her arms, more to keep from fidgeting than to scold him.

"Sorry, got caught up at the studio with Chan and Ji. But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, Bunny."

"Stop calling me Bunny."

"Uh-uh." He shook his head in mock disobedience, and before she could argue further, he took her hand and pulled her inside. That’s when it hit her that strange, crawling sensation of being watched. Yn’s stomach twisted. She could feel the eyes on them, hear the hushed whispers of classmates scattered throughout the café. Of course, they had chosen the one place where half their school tended to gather. Because why make this easy? Changbin, naturally, was unfazed. If anything, he seemed to revel in it.

"Our audience is here." Yn merely rolled her eyes, though she envied the ease with which he handled attention. But that was the whole point of tonight, wasn’t it? To make their "relationship" believable.

They settled into a corner table, ordering drinks, and before Yn knew it, she was caught up in the way Changbin talked about everything and nothing all at once. His words had a way of turning the mundane into something fascinating. The theory that his friend Jisung might secretly be an alien. That Minho was, in all likelihood, a cat trapped in a human body. Yn found herself laughing, her initial nervousness melting away.

"I don’t get how you manage to be so… funny all the time."

"Well, that’s just my natural charm." He flicked his wrist dramatically. But then, just as suddenly as he had been joking, he fell quiet. The light in his eyes dimmed, the ever-present humor slipping for just a second. And in its place, Yn saw something else. Something real.

"You know… it’s easier to make jokes than to show people when you’re not feeling okay." The words lingered in the air between them. Yn hesitated, unsure how to respond. So instead, she reached across the table and placed her hand over his.

"If you want, you can just be yourself with me." Changbin looked at her, and for the briefest of moments, everything about this about them didn’t feel fake at all. But then the waiter arrived, and just like that, the moment was gone. They stayed at the café for hours, talking until the sky outside deepened into twilight.

When it was finally time to leave, Changbin called for the bill and insisted on paying, waving off her protests with an easy grin. As they stepped outside, the evening air wrapped around them, crisp and cool. Yn shivered.

"So," she said, shifting from foot to foot, "I guess our first fake date was… a success?" Changbin smirked.

"I’d do it again."

"Dream on." He laughed at that, the sound rich and unbothered. And then, without warning, he took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and blew a soft kiss against her knuckles.

"Good night, Bunny." Yn stood frozen, her heart slamming against her ribs as she watched him walk away, his hands tucked into his pockets like he hadn’t just left her questioning everything. And she wondered if she wasn’t treading into dangerous territory.

~☆~

The weeks slipped through Yn’s fingers faster than she had expected, her fake boyfriend arrangement with Changbin taking up far more space in her life than she ever could have imagined. He was everywhere. Always there. Like now.

"Why are you sitting here?" Yn shot him a skeptical glance as he slid into the empty seat beside her in the middle of English class, completely unfazed. Changbin only grinned, tilting his chair back as if he owned the place.

"Because I missed my Bunny." He winked and Yn sighed, exasperated.

"Changbin..."

"What? I have to make this convincing." He shrugged, all innocence. But his eyes sparkled he knew exactly what he was doing. The teacher began the lesson, but Yn could barely concentrate. Not when she was hyper-aware of him the warmth of his presence, the way his arm brushed hers just barely, sending tiny, treacherous sparks up her skin. Then, as if he hadn’t already invaded enough of her space, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"What do you say we go to the movies on Friday? Like, another official date." Yn blinked.

"Official fake date, you mean."

"Sure. Fake." His smirk was far too smug.

After class, she was stuffing her books into her locker when something warm brushed against the back of her head - a kiss. Her breath caught in her chest.

"Hey, Bunny." Changbin’s arms wrapped around her, casual and easy, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Yn prayed he didn’t feel how wildly her heart was pounding.

"So… Friday. The movies?"

"I haven’t said yes yet."

"But you want to." He grinned against her hair.

"Admit it. If you'd rather, we could go to the gym instead. Power couple aesthetics." That was a terrible idea. Considering the only thing she ever lifted was her overloaded school backpack, she doubted she could survive a Changbin-style workout. But before she could answer, Chaeryeong’s voice interrupted.

"Oh my god. A movie date? That would actually be cute… if you weren’t going with such a loser, Yn." Changbin gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest. Yn forced a bright smile, trying to keep up the illusion of their totally real romance, which was beginning to feel less and less fake by the second.

"Yup! Totally looking forward to it." Chaeryeong squealed, linking her arm through Yn’s and dragging her away.

"You guys are so cute, it’s disgusting." Behind her, Changbin only waved, a knowing grin on his lips.

~☆~

Yn stood outside the cinema, arms crossed against the cool night air, shifting impatiently on her feet. Of course Changbin was late. She huffed, glancing at her phone. Typical.

"Thought you were going to ditch me."

"No way." His voice came from behind her, smooth and easy, and when she turned, there he was grinning, hands stuffed into his pockets, looking unfairly good.

"I got all dressed up for this." Yn raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"You’re wearing a denim jacket."

"At least it’s not all black." He shrugged, the corner of his mouth tugging up in amusement. And, annoyingly, he was right. The outfit did suit him.

They found seats in the last row of the theater, and slowly, Yn’s nerves settled until Changbin’s hand found hers. Her fingers tensed.

"What…?" she whispered.

"Seungmin’s in the front." Changbin’s voice was quiet, warm with barely concealed laughter.

"He doesn’t believe us yet. Says I could never fool someone intelligent like you enough to become my partner." Yn glanced toward the front, spotting Seungmin, who was definitely side-eyeing them.

"Just because his girlfriend is top of her class and has some super amazing scholarship, he thinks she’s special." Changbin chuckled. Yn exhaled through her nose, turning back to the screen, trying and failing to focus on the movie. Because Changbin's thumb had started brushing against the back of her hand. A slow, absentminded stroke. And every time, her heart stuttered. That strange, unfamiliar pull tightened in her stomach, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted it to stop or if she secretly liked it.

At some point, he wordlessly passed her his popcorn to share it with her, despite the fact that she had once overheard his friends say that Changbin would rather die than give up his holy food. The thought made her chest feel strangely warm.

When the movie ended, they walked outside in silence, the cool air crisp against Yn’s skin. After a moment, Changbin mumbled,

"Hey... thanks for doing this with me. This whole thing..." His voice was quieter now. More sincere. Yn looked at him, and there it was that rare moment where all the cocky humor slipped away. Where there was no class clown, no over-the-top theatrics. Just him. And suddenly, before she could even think about it, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Bin." Then she turned and walked away, heart racing, thoughts tangled. And long after she had disappeared into the night, Changbin remained where he stood, fingers brushing the place where she had kissed him, smiling softly.

~☆~

Monday morning. The school was as loud and chaotic as ever, but for Yn, everything felt… different. Ever since Friday, the movie, the kiss, this whole fake thing had become fare more complicated. And when she saw Changbin in the hallway, laughing with his friends, that unwelcome truth only settled deeper in her chest. Her heart beat faster. Her palms grew clammy. Not good. Not good at all.

"Hey, Yn-ie!" She flinched as Changbin spotted her, striding over without hesitation. His smile was as bright as ever, but that glimmer in his eyes, that teasing, knowing spark had been haunting her since the moment she left him standing outside the theater.

"Good morning, Bunny."

"Changbin..." she warned, but he barely seemed to notice.

"I brought you something." She blinked as he pulled a small package from his jacket pocket and held it out to her.

"What… is this?"

"Look yourself." Carefully, she unwrapped it. Inside were her favorite chocolat and a few other small things she liked. For a moment, she just stared. He had remembered. She didn’t know what unsettled her more the fact that he knew her preferences or the unfamiliar warmth unfurling in her chest.

"Why…?"

"Because I’m an amazing fake boyfriend." He winked. "And because you deserve it." Yn opened her mouth but found no words. The sincerity in his voice, the casual ease of his affection it was too much. So she did the only thing she could. She deflected.

"You’re really getting carried away with this whole boyfriend thing, don’t you think?" Her laugh was light, too light.

"Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t even really started yet." Before she could answer, Chaeryeong suddenly appeared beside them.

"Hey, you two! Have you heard about the party on Friday? You’re coming together, right?"

"Actually, I—"

"Of course we’re coming." Changbin cut in smoothly, grinning. Yn turned to him in horror. Traitor!

"Oh, come on." He draped an arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"A little dancing, a little fun… plus, I have to go anyway. Ji’s performing some of his songs, and I promised him I’d be there."

"I love Jisung’s rap!" Chaeryeong gushed, already bouncing away probably in search of Jisung himself to shower him with compliments. Yn exhaled sharply.

"You’re driving me insane, Bin." Changbin’s grin, if possible, only widened.

"And yet… you’re still here." His voice had softened just slightly, and there it was again that strange, unwelcome pull, curling in her stomach, making her thoughts go fuzzy. She really needed to see a doctor. Maybe she had some sort of digestive issue.

"Friday will be great, Bunny." And then he was gone, leaving her alone in the hallway, clutching a bar of chocolate and an absolute mess in her head.

~☆~

The music, the crowd, the pounding bass, Yn wasn’t sure why she had let Changbin drag her into this chaos. At least her dress was nice. He had insisted on buying it for her, and despite her protests, he had already removed the price tag before handing it to her. Which meant she couldn’t even feel guilty about accepting it. And, well… he had good taste. She wondered not for the first time how he would treat his real girlfriend if this was how he treated his fake one.

"There you are!" Changbin’s voice cut through the noise, his grin as bright as ever as he appeared from the crowd.

"Ready to maintain our perfect couple image?" Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. And then… it was just music. And him. He spun her around, laughed, pulled her closer. His hands firm on her waist, her arms looping around his neck. The warmth of him. The way he moved, effortless, like he was made for music. It felt real. Way too real.

"You're not so bad at dancing," he murmured, voice just barely brushing her ear.

"Neither are you," she admitted, throat dry. And then she looked at him. Really looked at him. And suddenly there was nothing fake about it at all. As his gaze dropped to her lips her breath hitched.

"Yn…" But before he could say anything else, a voice interrupted.

"Changbin! I thought you were still single? Wasn't this whole relationship just an act or something?" Yn turned, heart dropping. A girl stood there tall, gorgeous, with an air of casual confidence. Yuna, she realized. A friend of Chaeryeong’s. Something hot and sharp curled in Yn’s stomach at the way Yuna looked at Changbin, like she was weighing her options.

"Nah, this is very real, Yuna. Yn is my girlfriend." Changbin’s arm tightened around her. But Yuna didn’t let it go.

"That’s funny. Cause I definitely heard people talk about your relationship being fake." Silence. Yn’s pulse pounded. Not just from fear of being caught. But from something much worse. Fear of losing him. She glanced at Changbin. The usual grin was gone, and that scared her more than anything.

"Who said that?" His voice was calm. Too calm.

"Well, rumors spread fast." Yuna shrugged.

"And some say Yn’s just pretending to be your girlfriend because no one else wants her." Yn’s face burned. Shame. Anger. Hurt. She wanted to run. But Changbin didn’t let go.

"Do you know how I feel about rumors?" His voice was quiet making the situation feel even more dangerous. Even Yuna hesitated.

"Nothing. at. all." he emphasized every word and before anyone could react he leaned in and kissed yn. Soft and certain. One hand cradling her cheek, the other pulling her closer. And everything- everything felt too real. No pretense. No performance. Just them. When he pulled back, his gaze never left hers.

"Well...does that look fake?" he murmured. Yuna scoffed, disappearing into the crowd. But Yn barely noticed. Her heart was too loud. Her mind is an absolute measurement.

"Bin..." Her voice barely worked.

"I know." His voice was rough, forehead resting against hers. "I'm sorry." For what, she didn't know. But what she knew was that this wasn’t fake anymore. Not at all.

~☆~

Yn had barely slept since the party. Her first kiss, this utterly unexpected, dangerously real kiss haunted her thoughts without respite. She could no longer convince herself that it had all been pretend. Not after what she had felt in that moment. And now, she had no idea what he felt for her. But why would he want more from her?

Monday morning found her standing nervously before her locker, her mind a mess. She had barely seen Changbin since Friday night and, truthfully, she had been avoiding him on purpose.

"Hey." And there he was. She froze as his voice, quiet and unusually hesitant, reached her ears. Slowly, she turned, meeting his gaze. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the usual confident, easy grin she knew so well. It was tentative, uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

"Hi." A heavy silence settled between them, unfamiliar and uncomfortable. It had never been quiet between them before not with Changbin, who always walked beside her, talking endlessly about anything and everything. But now, he had nothing to say. Or maybe he simply didn’t know how to say it to her.

"About Friday..." Changbin ran a hand through his curls an unmistakable sign of his unease.

"I just… I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine." A lie. And she knew he could see right through it.

"Yn..." His voice softened, and she knew what was coming. He was going to talk about the kiss. And she couldn't at least not yet.

"We shouldn't overthink this, right?" She tried to sound casual, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. "I mean... it was just part of the act. So they’d believe it." For a moment, he looked as if he wanted to argue, as if she had just knocked the wind out of him. But then, slowly, he nodded.

"Right. Just an act." His smile vanished, and a sharp pain bloomed in Yn’s chest one she didn’t quite understand. Maybe she should have her heart checked when she next visited the doctor. Because every time she saw him in the hallway, laughing with his friends, that same dull ache returned.

She knew then, with frightening clarity, that she didn’t just want this fake relationship. But at the same time, she knew false hope would only wound her more deeply in the end. After all, why would Changbin feel anything beyond what their arrangement required? That was all they were a convenient partnership.

Yn sat at the lunch table with Chaeryeong and a few of their mutual friends, trying to stay engaged in the conversation. But her gaze kept straying to Changbin. He was sitting with his friends, laughing, throwing playful jabs at them just like always. And yet, why did she wish she were sitting beside him? Laughing with him? Wrapped in the warmth of his strong arm?

"So… how are things with Changbin?" Ryujin asked suddenly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"You two are basically the school’s dream couple now," Lia added with a grin.

"It’s… fine," Yn replied.

"Girl! Give us the tea!" Ryujin complained but Chaeryeong rescued her by getting sentimental.

"God, Yn, you’ve changed so much. I mean, you smile so much more now. You seem… happier." Yn swallowed. She knew she needed answers. Clarity. And there was only one way to get it.

~☆~

Yn’s heart pounded as she walked toward Changbin. The cafeteria was loud with laughter and conversation, but it all blurred into background noise. She only saw him. Changbin was in his usual spot, joking with Jisung, Chan and his other friends, his laughter infectious.

But as if sensing her, he looked up. His smile faltered for just a second before he covered it up with that easygoing grin.

"Hey, Bunny." The nickname sent a familiar warmth through her, but she ignored it. She needed answers.

"Can we talk?" His friends exchanged knowing looks, but he just nodded, pushing back his chair.

"Yeah. Let’s go." They ended up outside, where it was quieter. The late autumn air bit at her skin, but it wasn’t the cold making her shiver. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, at the same time

"Changbin-"

"Yn-" They both let out short, nervous laughs. But the tension was thick between them. Yn exhaled. Just say it.

"Look, I just… I need to know where we stand." Changbin shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his jaw clenching.

"You tell me," he said.

"Because Friday night? That didn’t feel fake to me." Yn’s breath hitched.

"But that’s what this is, right?" she whispered. "That’s all it was supposed to be." He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well. Plans change." His eyes met hers, something raw and vulnerable there. "At least, they did for me." Yn’s heart stopped.

"What… what are you saying?"

"I’m saying that maybe I don’t want to pretend anymore." The world seemed to tilt. Changbin stepped closer, voice softer now. "You asked why I do all this, why I remember your favorite chocolate, why I buy you dresses, why I call you Bunny like it’s second nature." He hesitated. "It’s because somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending." Yn felt like she couldn’t breathe.

"Bin…" He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"But if this is just a deal to you, if that kiss meant nothing, then… tell me now. Because I don’t think I can go back to just being fake with you." Silence stretched between them. Her mind was screaming at her to be honest. To say what she felt. But fear was a heavy thing. She looked at him the boy who had somehow become everything to her. And then she did the only thing she could to express her feelings. She kissed him.

But neither of them dared to exhale just yet. Because even now, with their feelings laid bare, they weren’t ready to put a name to whatever this was.

~☆~

Yn stood before the door of the small studio that Changbin shared with Jisung and Chan. It was their sanctuary, the place where they created music together not just as a hobby, but as their passion. A dream they hoped would one day turn into a career. She knew how much this space meant to them. And she hoped, more than anything, that she would find Changbin here. Preferably alone.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. And there he was. Seated at his computer, lost in a melody so gentle it seemed to weave through the air itself.

"Can I come in?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. Changbin looked up, surprised. But then, with a small shrug, he said,

"Yeah. Make yourself at home." She settled onto the small sofa in the back of the room, drawing her knees to her chest. For a while, silence stretched between them, broken only by the music. Carefully as though even the slightest movement might shatter the fragile peace she closed her eyes and let the soft notes seep into her heart.

Until he pressed the stop button. The sudden quiet felt heavier than the music had. Changbin spun around in his chair, facing her.

"Yn… I know we said this was just pretend. Or that we don’t whant to label our relationship but..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore." Her heartbeat quickened.

"Bin..."

"I like you. And not just as part of this deal." His voice was quiet, yet each word struck her with the force of a storm. "to me, it feels real yn and i don’twanttolose you." Yn didn’t know what to say. But she knew the only right thing to do was to speak from her heart.

"It feels real to me too." His smile was careful, filled with fragile hope. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of their words, of their shared confession, hung in the air between them like something fragile and precious. Then, slowly, Changbin stood up. He crossed the small space between them, hesitating only for a breath before lowering himself onto the couch beside her.

"Then let’s stop pretending," he murmured. Yn’s heart pounded.

"What do you mean?" He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"I mean… I don’t want this to be just an act anymore. I don’t want to go back to whatever we were before. I want this, us to be real. A real girlfriend. A real boyfriend." She searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, but there was none. Only sincerity. Only him.

"Are you sure?" she whispered. Changbin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

"I’ve never been more sure of anything." A smile tugged at her lips. And then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his. His grip tightened, warm and steady.

"So… does this mean you’re my real real boyfriend now?" she teased, her voice light, but her heart full. A smirk played at the corner of his lips, the confidence she knew so well flickering back into place.

"I mean, yeah unless you want to keep calling me your ‘fake’ boyfriend." She laughed, shaking her head.

"No. No more fake. Let’sbe honest from now on."

"Good." And then, with no more hesitation, Changbin cupped her cheek and kissed her. This time, it wasn’t for show. This time, it was real and she felt it.

[rositaslabyrinth]

Burning between us - Jo Harvelle + Ruby

Ruby x female!reader x Jo

A night of tension, desire, and control unfolds as Ruby and Jo take turns with you.

Content warnings ; smut, little bit of boob play, threesome, fingering, grinding, masturbation, finger sucking, dom!ruby, multiple orgasms

Word count ; 2,467

Minors PLEASE do not interact !!!

The motel room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. The only sound is the quiet hum of the AC and the occasional soft breath between the three of you. Ruby’s gaze never leaves yours, her body just inches away as she stands above you. She’s teasing, waiting for the perfect moment, knowing exactly how to make you ache with need.

“You’ve been so good tonight,” Ruby whispers, her voice low and full of command. Her fingers trace the curve of your arm, down to your side, testing the waters. “But I think you want more, don’t you?”

You nod, breath shallow, already feeling the heat build inside you. Every inch of her touch is electric, and you can’t help but want more.

Ruby’s lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. “Good girl,” she purrs. She doesn’t wait for you to respond, instead capturing your lips in a deep kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you slowly, teasingly. Her hands are on you almost immediately, gripping you in ways that make your pulse race.

But before you can lose yourself in her, you feel the presence of someone else in the room. You turn your head slightly to see Jo standing in the doorway, watching. Her eyes are dark, hungry, taking in every detail as Ruby continues to kiss you, her hands moving lower. Jo doesn’t say a word; she doesn’t have to. You can feel the intensity of her gaze, the way she’s absorbing every moment.

Ruby pulls back slightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she notices Jo’s presence. “She’s mine right now, Jo,” Ruby murmurs, her voice dripping with mischief. “You can have your turn soon.”

Jo steps forward, her movements slow and deliberate. Her body is all strength, power, and control. As she nears, she doesn’t look at you—her gaze is fixed on Ruby, silently acknowledging the shift in power.

Jo’s lips curl into a smirk. “I’m not waiting,” she growls, her voice rough, thick with desire.

Ruby chuckles softly, her hands still teasing your skin. “Take your time, Jo. We’ve got all night.”

But Jo’s patience is thin. Without a word, she’s on the bed beside you, her hands moving to your clothes, tugging them off with urgency, her fingers leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

As Ruby watches, Jo’s lips descend to your neck, leaving soft, possessive kisses. You can feel her breath on your skin, the heat of her body against yours as she presses into you, her hands roaming with confidence.

“Tell us you want this,” Jo whispers, her voice hushed but demanding. “Tell us you want us.”

You gasp at her words, your breath quickening. “I want you both,” you breathe, your voice trembling. “Please.”

Ruby smirks, satisfied, and slides down your body slowly, her hands never leaving your skin. As she moves lower, Jo’s lips find yours, kissing you hard, her hands pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until your entire body responds.

Ruby’s hands find their way between your legs, and you can’t help but gasp as her fingers slip into you, teasing you with a soft touch. “You’re so fucking perfect, so wet,” Ruby whispers, her breath warm against your skin as she strokes you with careful precision.

Jo watches from above, her eyes dark, her body tense with need. She’s enjoying this—watching you unravel beneath Ruby’s touch, and the sight of it only stokes her own hunger.

Ruby glances at Jo, a wicked grin on her lips. “She’s almost there,” Ruby purrs. “You ready, Jo?”

Jo nods, moving with purpose, her hands slipping under your body, lifting you slightly as she positions herself, her lips descending to your ear. “We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” Jo murmurs. “Not by a long shot.”

Ruby’s fingers move faster, her movements becoming more urgent, but still calculated—she’s not letting you finish yet. Jo’s hands come down onto your chest, pinning you in place as she watches Ruby’s every move, kneading at your perky tits.

The pressure builds, and you can’t hold back anymore. You’re trembling under them, your body aching for release, but Ruby pulls away, leaving you gasping, needy.

“You’ve got to wait,” Ruby says softly, her voice commanding but almost sweet in its wickedness. “Patience, sweetheart.”

Jo’s hands slide lower, finding your waist, and she pulls you into her, her body hovering above you as she positions herself just where you need her. You gasp, the anticipation almost unbearable.

“You’re going to feel both of us don’t you worry,” Jo whispers, her voice dripping with authority as she moves against you, grinding slowly, deliberately. Your body arches toward her, desperate for the release Ruby is so cruelly denying you.

The room is thick with heat and tension as Jo continues to move against you, her rhythm slow at first, but she doesn’t hold back for long. Her hands grip your body, pulling you closer, her kisses becoming fiercer as she dominates the moment.

Ruby leans back, watching with hungry eyes, her fingers still trailing along her own body, waiting for her turn. The heat between the three of you is intoxicating, and as Jo’s rhythm intensifies, you feel yourself unraveling, your body betraying you with each movement.

Ruby slips her fingers into her own heat, wet from watching the both of you, from hearing the way both you and Jo’s skin sounded against each other as Jo grinned her clit down to yours. She leans down to kiss you, her tongue moving all throughout your mouth, moaning into it while she pushed her fingers into her at the same time as Jo was grinding down into you.

“She wants it,” Ruby murmurs pulling away from your mouth, her voice dark, thick with desire. “She’s going to come for us.”

And you do—your body shuddering beneath Jo’s, every inch of you trembling as the pressure finally breaks, and you give in to the release you’ve been aching for.

Jo’s lips are on yours again, claiming you with the force of her kiss as Ruby watches,her fingers still in her, but her gaze never leaving you as she comes as well.

And as you lie there, spent and breathless, Ruby leans over, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, sticking her fingers into your mouth to lick up all of the the sticky liquid that coated them. She tasted so good, sweet, which was ironic considering her personality but you didn’t care, you sucked it off all of of them.

“Not done yet, sweetheart,” Ruby growls, her voice low and commanding. She’s moving toward you with purpose, her fingers leaving your mouth and trailing lightly over your skin as she positions herself above you.

You’re still riding the aftershocks, your body still sensitive from Jo’s touch, but Ruby doesn’t give you time to rest. Her hands grip your sides, holding you in place as she lowers herself onto you. Her lips are on yours in an instant, a fierce kiss that makes you melt into her, her tongue claiming you as she deepens the kiss.

“You’re going to feel me now,” Ruby whispers between kisses, her words a command more than a suggestion.

You can barely catch your breath as Ruby moves her hands down your body, urging you to meet her every shift and grind. She’s in full control, her pace fast and unrelenting as she makes sure you’re reacting to every inch of her.

The tension between the three of you is never truly gone—it’s just waiting, simmering under the surface, ready to build again. Ruby watches you with dark eyes, savoring every second, every gasp that escapes your lips.

“Tell me you want it,” Ruby murmurs, her lips brushing your ear, her voice thick with desire. “Tell me you need me like this.”

You shudder, every inch of your body aching for her. Your head is spinning, and you’re losing yourself to her, to the way she makes you feel. “I want it,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. “I need you, Ruby.”

A dark smile curls at the corners of Ruby’s lips as she hears your words. She’s pushing you toward the edge, but not quite letting you fall yet. She wants to feel you squirm under her control.

“You’re mine,” Ruby says, her voice rough and filled with authority. Her fingers dig into your skin, holding you in place as she moves faster, deeper. The pressure is building, and you can barely focus on anything but her touch, her presence overwhelming you.

Jo sits off to the side of the bed, her hands resting in her lap as she watches Ruby take control. Her eyes are dark with desire, but she doesn’t rush in. She enjoys seeing the way Ruby makes you ache, how she forces you to feel every bit of her dominance. The atmosphere in the room is thick, electric, and Jo can’t help but admire the way Ruby owns the moment.

Ruby’s breath comes faster now as she drives into you with even more urgency. She’s relentless, pulling you into every moment, making sure you feel every second of her. Your body moves against her, desperate to find some release, but she doesn’t allow it. She’s in control, and you’ll get what she gives you—nothing more, nothing less.

“You’re doing so well,” Ruby whispers, her hands never leaving you, her body shifting in rhythm with yours. “You’re going to break for me, aren’t you?”

The tension is unbearable, and your body is on the verge of collapsing under the pressure. Ruby is so close, her grip firm as she positions you just right. And then, with a sharp thrust, the pressure snaps, and you come undone, your body trembling as the release floods through you.

But Ruby doesn’t stop. She keeps moving, pushing you past your limits, making sure you feel every inch of her as your breath comes in shallow gasps.

As you lie there, breathless and spent, Ruby leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re perfect,” she whispers, her voice a soft growl, before she pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on you. “But I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

The room feels like it’s closing in, and every breath you take is thick with anticipation. Your body is still trembling from Ruby’s last movements, your mind hazy from the overwhelming pleasure she’s brought you. But she’s not finished yet. Her gaze never leaves yours, her eyes dark with hunger, full of that same possessive fire.

Ruby shifts down your body, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she moves. You can’t help but gasp, your body already reacting to her as she positions herself just where you need her. Her fingers trace the lines of your skin as she leans down, her breath hot against your body. You feel her movements before you even see her—slow, deliberate, but full of that same intensity.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Ruby murmurs, her voice low, almost rough with desire. She moves between your legs, her hands spreading you open as she hovers above you. Her eyes flick up to yours, dark and full of command. “Don’t hold back this time. I want to hear you.”

You nod, your breath shallow as you feel the weight of her presence, her dominance overwhelming every inch of you. Ruby’s fingers trace the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before she moves in, her lips barely brushing against your most sensitive spot, teasing and slow. Your body responds instantly, every nerve alive, and you can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips.

Ruby’s grin widens, pleased with your reaction. She continues, her movements sure and controlled, taking her time to make you feel every inch of her touch. You’re so close to breaking, but she doesn’t rush it.

From beside you, Jo watches with dark eyes, her breath heavy as she steps forward, her own desire evident in the way she moves. She doesn’t interrupt, though. She watches Ruby work, the tension building with each movement. Jo’s gaze flicks from Ruby to you, hungry and possessive.

Ruby’s hands grip your thighs as she moves with purpose, her lips now pressing harder against you. You can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the waves of pleasure building inside you. Ruby’s pace is deliberate, driving you closer to the edge, but she’s still holding back just enough to make you ache.

Jo moves closer now, her fingers tracing over your body, exploring, teasing. Her hands move up to your chest, finding your breasts, and she caresses gently, adding a new layer to the sensations. Your body is overloaded with the touch of both of them, and the combination of Ruby’s expert control and Jo’s teasing is driving you to the brink of madness.

Ruby pulls back for just a moment, her lips curling into a teasing smile as she watches you, your body trembling beneath her. “Look at you,” she says, her voice thick with desire. “So fucking desperate. You want to come for us, don’t you?”

You nod, your voice barely a whisper as you answer, “Please, Ruby… I need you.”

Ruby doesn’t wait for a second longer. She moves back in, her tongue finding you again, deeper this time, her movements faster, more urgent. And just when you think you can’t handle it, Jo’s fingers slip between your legs, teasing just where Ruby’s mouth isn’t, adding to the tension, making sure you can’t escape the heat that’s building.

The pressure is unbearable. You’re on the edge, trembling, your body bucking against them as both Ruby and Jo take their turns, their touch relentless, synchronized in a way that makes you feel owned, claimed, and wanted. You can’t think—there’s nothing left but the way they make you feel, the fire they’ve sparked inside of you.

Finally, Ruby pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction. “Go ahead,” she whispers, her voice a growl. “Come for us. Let go.”

And with that, you break, your body shaking as you give in to the overwhelming sensation, the release tearing through you as both Ruby and Jo keep you held in place, making sure you feel every second.

As the room settles, your body still trembling, Ruby leans over you, her lips brushing against your ear. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs, her voice full of satisfaction. Jo leans down as well, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you feel the warmth of their presence surround you, holding you close in the aftermath.

Jo pulls you into her arms after, her body warm against yours, as Ruby settles beside you, both of them basking in the aftermath of the fire they’ve ignited within you.

Liz talks : this was definitely new for me to write LMFAO also it’s mostly Ruby MY APOLOGIES I also have no clue how accurate this stuff is so if anyone of this is wrong I didn’t see it. Also trust I’m gonna start writing solo stuff for Jo soon so this won’t be last of her🙏 I hope yall liked this and any kind of feedback is appreciated!!!

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heyyy i love ur writing sm!!!

can you do a oneshot where reader meets chris at a meet and greet during tour, and he likes her and then he messages her later after seeing that the reader dm him ages ago on insta. idk if that makes sense 😭

MEET AND GREET

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Chris Sturniolo. The name you’d been obsessed with for the past four years. Your Sturniolo collection on TikTok was practically a shrine—every video, every edit, favorited without hesitation. Sure, Matt and Nick were great, but Chris? Chris was everything. A literal superstar. Effortlessly handsome, naturally funny, and just so him.

And now, finally, you were about to see him in person.

The Versus tour. You and your best friend Delilah had been counting down the days for months, and now you were here, standing in line, buzzing with excitement. She was all about Matt, and you? You were a Chris girl through and through. It was the perfect balance.

You had dressed to impress—denim skirt, an orange top that hugged you in all the right places. You knew you looked good. And the color choice? Not an accident. Everyone knew orange was Chris’s color. Delilah had matched your vibe, but instead of orange, she wore a blue top—Matt’s color. A silent statement from both of you.

And then, finally—it was your turn.

Your breath caught in your throat the second your eyes locked onto him. Chris.

For a moment, his easygoing smirk faltered, his gaze flicking over you with something unreadable—curiosity, maybe, or amusement. His smirk returned just as fast, but there was a glint in his eye, like he had caught onto something. Like he had noticed you.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice was smooth, casual, but it held a certain warmth that made your stomach flip.

You somehow managed to smile, stepping closer. “Hi,” you breathed, barely trusting your own voice.

Chris’s eyes lingered on you for a second longer before he tilted his head. “What’s your name?”

Your heart stuttered. He wanted to know your name?

“Y/N,” you answered, voice a little shaky but still audible over the buzz of the crowd.

Chris nodded, his smirk deepening. “Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing it out. “You from here?”

You swallowed, trying not to overthink the way he was looking at you. “Yeah,” you said, nodding.

Chris hummed, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “That’s cool.”

Before you could even process how casual yet oddly personal the moment felt, he opened his arms for a hug. You didn’t hesitate, stepping into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap around you in a way that felt almost too natural. You expected it to be quick—just a brief squeeze before he moved on—but it lingered. Not in an obvious way, just long enough for you to notice. Long enough to make your pulse quicken.

His cologne was warm and slightly sweet, his hand resting lightly on your back, unmoving, like he wasn’t in a rush to let go. It wasn’t just a fan hug. It was something more.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes flicked over your outfit again, his smirk deepening. “You’re wearing orange,” he noted, tilting his head slightly. “So you’re a Chris girl.”

Your breath hitched.

You let out a small, nervous laugh, warmth creeping up your neck. “Yeah… something like that.”

Chris chuckled, his gaze still lingering before he turned to Delilah. “And you’ve got blue on. Matt girl, huh?”

Delilah grinned. “Of course.”

Chris hummed, amused. “Guess that makes sense.”

Then you turned to Matt and Nick, who were both grinning just as wide. “Hey!” you greeted them excitedly, trying to keep yourself from combusting.

Matt smiled warmly. “Hey! How are you guys?”

“Literally freaking out,” Delilah admitted with a laugh, making Matt chuckle.

Nick nodded. “Good, good—that’s how it should be.” He pulled you both in for quick hugs before playfully nudging Chris. “And this guy didn’t let go of you for a whole five minutes, huh?”

Your face went hot as Chris rolled his eyes, shoving Nick lightly. “Shut up.”

After a few more laughs and pictures, you and Delilah finally stepped away, still high off the moment.

—

The energy in the venue was insane. The crowd was roaring, lights flashing, music thumping through the speakers. You were fully in the moment, but nothing—nothing—could have prepared you for what happened next.

Chris stepped forward on stage, scanning the crowd with a thoughtful expression. “Alright,” he called out, voice amplified through the mic. “I gotta pick someone for this next part… let’s see…”

Your heart pounded as you watched him look around, his eyes sweeping over the crowd.

Then they landed on you.

Your stomach dropped.

Chris smirked, pointing directly at you. “You,” he said, nodding. “Orange top. Get up here.”

Delilah practically screamed, shaking you. “Oh my God, go!”

You felt like your body wasn’t even yours as security helped you to the stage, your hands trembling, heart racing. Chris met you halfway, offering you a grin that was somehow both teasing and warm.

“Told you,” he murmured just for you to hear, his voice smooth, almost smug. “You’re a Chris girl.”

And just like that, you knew—this was going to be the best night of your life.

—

Somewhere miles away, Chris was unwinding in his hotel room. The adrenaline from the show was still buzzing through his veins, making it hard to sleep. So, like he usually did after a long night, he grabbed his phone and started aimlessly scrolling through his DMs.

Most of it was the usual—fans freaking out about the show, edits, random messages. He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, just tapping through for fun. But then something caught his eye.

A username.

@the_realY/N.

His brows furrowed slightly, something about the name tugging at his memory. And then it clicked.

Y/N. Orange top. The girl from earlier.

Curious, he clicked on the message thread. His eyes scanned the messages, and for some reason, he found himself smirking.

“The fact that you’re a real person and not some AI-generated perfect man is crazy.”

Chris chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. Perfect man, huh? His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before he typed:

Chris: Nah, you’re good, mama. But I was starting to wonder if maybe you weren’t real. Orange top, Chris girl, and you got on stage? Feels kinda meant to be, don’t you think?

Y/N: Meant to be? So what, we’re soulmates now?

Chris: I mean, I’m not saying that… but I’m also not NOT saying that.

Y/N: Currently debating whether or not to frame this convo and tell my grandkids about the time I talked to Chris Sturniolo.

Chris: I support it. Maybe I’ll give you more to add to the story.

Y/N: Oh yeah? And what exactly does that mean?

Chris was typing. Then he stopped. Then he started again. You held your breath until his message finally popped up.

Chris: Guess you’ll have to keep talking to me to find out, baby.

Your heart stopped.

Baby.

You swore your brain short-circuited.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, trying to think of something normal to say, but your mind was blank. This was real life. Chris Sturniolo, the same guy you had obsessed over for years, was calling you baby in your DMs like it was nothing. Like you weren’t about to combust.

Y/N: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t keep talking to you.

Chris: Knew you were gonna say that.

Y/N: Oh, so you think you know me now?

Chris: I got a pretty good idea, ma. Orange top, Chris girl, clearly got good taste. You’re hyping me up in my DMs before you even met me? Yeah, I think I got you figured out.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a grin.

Y/N: Okay, okay, maybe I did hype you up a little. But can you blame me? I wasn’t expecting you to actually read them.

Chris: I wasn’t expecting to, either. But here we are, mama.

Your heart was going a mile a minute.

Y/N: And where exactly is ‘here’?

Chris: Me in my hotel room, still awake at 2 AM, talking to you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Y/N: Should I feel special?

Chris took a second to respond this time. But when he did, it was so worth it.

Chris: Yeah, baby. You should.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA SINCE I DIDNT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THIS REQUEST!!! @oopsiedaisydeer

[the-art-of-luna]

MOONSTRUCK | P.JS

Warning: None

Genre: Slow burn, Angst with Happy Ending

Pairing: idol!jay x fangirl!reader

Wordcount: 13k+

This is a story of Y/N’s life as a fan of ENHYPEN and how Jay became more than just her bias—he became someone she couldn’t live without. Their journey was slow and painful, but ultimately, it led to a beautiful, honest connection.

Y/N had been a fan of ENHYPEN for what felt like a lifetime, though in reality, it was only a couple of years. Her entire room was a shrine to the group—posters lining the walls, albums neatly stacked in a corner, and lightsticks glowing proudly from her desk. Out of all the members, Jay stood out. His deep voice, gentle yet confident personality, and undeniable charisma on stage made him Y/N’s bias. But beyond the stage, there was something about the way he cared for the fans, the way his eyes softened when he spoke to them. She couldn't help but feel that there was more to him than just the idol persona.

One fateful day, Y/N got the chance to attend an ENHYPEN fan meet-and-greet in Seoul. Her heart raced in anticipation as she lined up, hands sweaty, her thoughts a whirlwind. She had been counting down the days to this moment, the one opportunity to meet her bias face-to-face.

The fan meet-and-greet event had been a dream come true. A chance to meet the members up close, even if just for a few brief seconds. Y/N’s heart raced in her chest as she stood in line, her palms sweaty with nerves. She was already thinking about what to say to Jay, her ultimate bias, the one member whose smile could light up her entire world. As she got closer to the front of the line, she couldn’t stop her heart from pounding faster.

When it was finally her turn, Y/N took a deep breath and stepped forward, meeting Jay’s warm eyes as he greeted her. His smile was just as charming in person, and she could feel the nervous energy pulse between them as their eyes locked.

"Hey there," Jay greeted her, his voice smooth and soft. "Thanks for supporting ENHYPEN."

Y/N’s voice caught in her throat. She had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in her head, but now that it was real, words seemed to escape her. She managed a shaky smile, nervously clutching the album she had brought for him to sign.

"I… I really love your music," she stammered, feeling like a mess. "You’ve made such a big impact on me."

Jay’s eyes softened, and he leaned in slightly, as if he were trying to get a better look at her. "I’m glad to hear that. It means everything to us when fans like you support us like this."

The connection between them, although fleeting, felt personal. Y/N could feel her face heat up as he handed her the signed album, their fingers brushing for a split second. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like an unspoken promise that lingered in the air.

"Take care," he added with a smile before she was ushered away to the next member.

Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about that brief encounter with Jay. Her heart kept racing, and she kept replaying that moment over and over again in her mind. She almost convinced herself it was just a fan’s normal excitement. But then something unexpected happened.

Later that night, as Y/N was scrolling through her fan account, a notification popped up. It was a direct message.

"Hey, it’s Jay. Hope you got home safely."

Y/N froze, staring at the message. Her fingers hovered over the screen as her heart beat faster. This was real. This was actually Jay. Her hands were shaking as she typed a response.

"This... this isn’t a joke, right?"

A few seconds passed, and then the reply came.

"I promise, it’s really me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how great your energy was today. I hope you don’t mind that I’m messaging you."

Y/N’s jaw nearly dropped. Her energy? Of all the things Jay could have said, it was that. Y/N felt her stomach flip. Could this be real? Could he really be interested in getting to know her?

"No, I don’t mind at all! It’s just a big surprise," Y/N typed back, her fingers trembling.

The conversation quickly flowed from there. They shared casual updates about their day, exchanged thoughts on the latest ENHYPEN performance, and laughed about random things. Y/N found herself enjoying their conversation more than she expected, as if they were two old friends catching up.

Days passed, and they continued texting, growing more comfortable with each other. It was as though their relationship had developed out of nowhere, but neither of them questioned it. For Y/N, this felt like a dream come true. To talk to Jay, to hear about his thoughts and experiences, to be able to share her own with him—it was magical.

Over time, Y/N found herself eagerly waiting for Jay's messages every day. She would wake up in the morning and immediately check her phone, hoping for a message. She found herself getting attached to him, despite knowing the boundaries that existed between them. Jay was an idol. She was just a fan. They couldn’t be more different.

But Jay made her feel like the distance between them didn’t matter.

One evening, as they were texting, Jay sent her a message that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

"I know this is sudden, but would you like to meet up? Nothing big, just a quick coffee. I’d love to talk more in person."

Y/N’s stomach flipped. Could this really be happening?

She hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the situation. She was a fan, and he was an idol. If anyone found out… but she wanted this, wanted him.

"I’d love that. But… are you sure this is okay? Won’t it be dangerous for you?"

Jay’s response came quickly.

"I trust you. We just have to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me."

Y/N agreed, her heart racing with excitement and anxiety. The idea of meeting Jay felt both thrilling and terrifying. What would it be like to see him outside of the fan world? To talk to him without all the boundaries?

Their first secret meeting was set for the following weekend. Y/N was on edge all week, unable to focus on anything else. She told herself she shouldn’t get her hopes up, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

The day of the meeting arrived, and Y/N found herself walking to the café where they had agreed to meet. Her heart was in her throat, her mind buzzing with nervous energy. She arrived early, pacing outside the café, wondering if it was a mistake. But then, she saw him.

Jay was standing near the entrance, dressed casually in a hoodie and a cap. He looked just like he did on stage, but without the bright lights and cameras. He was just Jay. And as he walked toward her, she couldn’t help but feel that connection between them, even more intense in person.

“Y/N,” Jay greeted her softly, his voice warm. “I’m glad you came.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. “I almost didn’t,” she admitted. “But I’m glad I did too.”

They sat down, and for the first time, they were able to talk freely. Jay asked about her life, her interests, and she learned more about him as well. There was no fanfare, no cameras—just two people, getting to know each other.

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation turned more personal.

“Do you ever feel like it’s all just… too much?” Y/N asked hesitantly. “Like, you’re living for everyone else and not for yourself?”

Jay’s expression darkened for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes, it feels like I’m a different person when I’m on stage. I have to be perfect all the time. But when I’m with you, I feel like I can just be myself.”

Y/N’s heart skipped at his words.

“I get that,” she whispered. “I’ve always felt like there was more to you, beyond the idol. And now I know I was right.”

Jay smiled, his gaze softening. “I’m glad you feel that way. I’ve been wanting to say something to you for a while now, but I wasn’t sure how.”

Y/N’s heart began to race. Was he going to—?

“I don’t want to hide anymore,” Jay continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to be with you. But I’m scared, Y/N. The consequences of what we’re doing… it’s dangerous. For both of us.”

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. “I know,” she replied, her voice shaky. “But I don’t want to stop either. Not when it feels like this.” They both fell silent, the weight of the moment heavy between them. For the first time, Y/N realized how much she had come to care for him. And for Jay, it seemed that same truth was dawning on him.

As they continued to meet secretly, the relationship between Y/N and Jay deepened. Yet with every passing day, the weight of their hidden love began to take a toll on both of them. Y/N wanted to shout from the rooftops, to tell the world that she and Jay had something special. But they couldn’t. The fear of being discovered loomed over them like a storm cloud.

One day, as they were texting, Jay suddenly sent a message that left Y/N’s heart in pieces.

“We need to stop this. It’s getting too dangerous. I can’t keep putting you at risk.”

Y/N froze, the message sinking in. She quickly replied, her fingers trembling.

“Jay, please… don’t. I don’t want to lose you.”

But Jay’s response was heavy, almost like a goodbye.

“I’m doing this because I care about you. I don’t want to hurt you. Please understand.”

The message felt like a punch to the gut. Y/N stared at the screen, the tears welling up in her eyes. She had known this was coming—knew that they couldn’t keep this up forever. But she wasn’t ready to let go..

The next few days were difficult. Y/N went about her life, trying to focus on school and friends, but every little thing reminded her of Jay. She would replay their conversations in her mind, wishing she could just see him, even for a moment.

Then, one evening, her best friend Aera pulled her aside.

“You’re different,” Aera said, her voice tinged with concern. “You’ve been acting distant. You’re not yourself lately.”

Y/N hesitated but eventually confided in Aera, telling her everything about Jay and their secret relationship.

“Y/N, this sounds like a dream come true,” Aera said. “But you have to be careful. Is this really worth all the pain? Do you think you can keep doing this?”

Y/N bit her lip, her emotions a whirlwind. “I don’t know. I just… I don’t know how to let go of him.”

Aera nodded, squeezing her hand. “Just remember that you deserve to be happy too, okay? Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.”

Months passed, but Y/N couldn’t shake the pain. She missed Jay more than she could ever explain, but she respected his decision. She buried herself in school, in her friendships, in the things that made her feel whole again.

Y/N knew the moment had come. She had spent months trying to move on from Jay, trying to suppress the love she felt for him. The pain of hiding their relationship, the fear of being caught—it had taken its toll. She couldn’t keep living in the shadows.

So when ENHYPEN announced their next concert in Seoul, Y/N made the decision to go, not as a fan, but as someone who needed to close a chapter in her life.

It was bittersweet. She had supported ENHYPEN for so long, but every time she saw Jay on stage, it felt like a painful reminder of what they couldn’t have. She told herself that attending this concert would help her move on, that it was time to finally let go of the feelings that had consumed her for so long.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into screams, Y/N stood at the back of the arena, surrounded by fans, but she felt alone. She held her ENHYPEN lightstick tightly, as if it were the last thread connecting her to them. The moment the music started, she couldn’t help but be swept away by the power of their performance, but Jay’s absence in her life was like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

When the opening notes of Moonstruck began, the crowd went wild. The song pulsed through the speakers, its smooth beat and entrancing melody filling the arena. Y/N’s chest tightened as she watched Jay on stage, his presence magnetic as always. He moved with such effortless grace, his gaze intense yet tender. Moonstruck was one of their most powerful songs, and Jay’s voice always carried an emotional weight that sent shivers down her spine.

Yet, as she watched him perform, Y/N couldn't help but feel an ache in her heart. The lyrics of the song were about being so lost in love that nothing else seemed to matter—yet, here she was, trying to let go of a love she had never fully let herself embrace. Her heart pounded as the chorus began:

"Just the two of us.. Getting deeply moonstruck. Oh, you make me go crazy over you, you, baby... Let me hold you close..."

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her, trying to push back the tears. She whispered to herself, "I have to let go. I have to move on." But deep down, she knew it wasn’t as simple as that.

The arena was filled with vibrant lights, the energy of thousands of voices echoing in unison. The familiar beats of MOONSTRUCK began to pulse through the speakers, and the crowd erupted in excitement. Y/N stood there, her hand pressed to her chest as the melody swirled around her, carrying all the memories of what had been and what she had to let go of.

Jay’s voice filled the space, his presence as commanding as ever. But as he sang, there was something in his eyes that caught her attention—something different, something intense. She looked up, trying not to get too lost in the moment. But then, as the chorus hit, Jay’s gaze locked with hers, and her breath caught in her throat.

His eyes, searching through the crowd, had found her. And for a brief, fleeting moment, time seemed to stop.

She thought she was imagining it, but then he smiled, that same smile she had cherished for so long. His expression softened, his movements slowing just for a beat as the lyrics continued.

“We can take it slow... Moonstruck in ecstasy.. Oh, you make me go crazy over you, you, baby”

Y/N’s heart raced as she felt the weight of those words settle deep inside her. It felt like the universe had spoken through him—like he was no longer just singing a song. He was speaking directly to her, to the years of unspoken emotions that had connected them in ways no one could understand.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her tears threatening to fall as the truth of his words hit her. He wasn’t letting go. He was reaching out, calling to her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the distance between them seemed to close. She badly wants to say that she's crazy over him as well..

Then, as the bridge of the song hit, Jay stepped forward, his gaze unwavering as he spoke directly into the microphone. “This one’s for you,” he said, his voice low, almost as if he were speaking only to her. “To the one who’s been by my side in all the silent ways. You’re more than just a fan. You’re my anchor. You got me moonstruck from the very first time that I saw you. I'm crazy over you and I’m never letting go.”

The crowd around her cheered, but Y/N felt like she was floating, the words wrapping around her like a blanket, pulling her closer to him despite the miles that still separated them. She blinked rapidly, trying to process everything, to understand that he wasn’t just saying this as an idol—he was saying it as Jay, the person she had always believed in, the one who had seen her even when she hadn’t been sure he could.

As the song neared its end, Jay's eyes never left hers. His voice rang through the arena, strong and clear, "Let me hold you close I want to feel you until the end of the night... crazy over you, you, baby"

And in that moment, Y/N realized something she had been denying for so long: it wasn’t just about him being her bias. It wasn’t just about admiring him from afar. She had always known there was something deeper between them, something that no distance, no time, no silence could erase. Jay had always been more than a dream. He was her reality—someone who would always find her, no matter how far apart they seemed.

The song ended, but the connection between them remained, as if the world had paused just for them. Jay gave her one final, lingering smile before he turned back to the stage, the performance continuing as if nothing had happened. But Y/N knew better.

She had come to let go, to move on, but in the end, it was Jay who had refused to let go of her. And as the crowd cheered, her heart felt lighter, not with sorrow, but with the undeniable realization that their story was far from over.

[gleafer]

In my headcanon, Mr. Brown is a CrossFit crazy Disco Stu who cannot help himself when it comes to peacocking when Mr. Fell is around!

Drew this while listening to My Type by Saint Motel. Have a listen and giggle!

His face, though.

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fīngering, mdni.

nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this ‘method’ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldn’t help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you were—laid flat on his wooden old desk as he’s buried right between your pretty thighs. “hm,” he’d grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. “princess, pay attention,” and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. “she’s important.”

“o- okay,” you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head that’s buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. “fuuck, ‘ken.”

nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while you’re wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. “ah, the clit is such a mystery,” he’d purr, positioning his glasses. you’d then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanami’s pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. “sooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ‘n thousands of nerve fibers,” and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.

“but – let’s start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..”

he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pile—and nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. “let’s see,” he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. you’ve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ‘n intertwine between your fingers. “she’s important why?”

a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chin’s just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.

“u- uhh,” you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you weren’t thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. “because it stimulates t.. the clit?”

“no, dummy,” he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.

it’s loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.

“the dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,” and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. “wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,” and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. “nothin’. bet it’s just empty, right silly girl?”

“kentoooo, fuck—” you’d moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name – and, oh was the prettiest melody he’s ever heard.

panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. it’s like he’s a natural—and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.

he’s smug.

your taste – it makes nanami salivate, and he’s even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. he’s right between your thighs and it’s a pretty sight… you’re a pretty sight, and you can’t help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. “forget the l- lesson. don’t stop.”

nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. “ohh, but princess,” and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. he’s maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. “if i do that, then you won’t learn anything,” and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and he’s gotta pry them apart with two big hands. “wonder if my tongue’s jus’ makin’ you dumber,” and that’s riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.

“nghh, kento,” your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breathe—you could feel both of your ears ring. he’s filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. “fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“the woman orgasm,” he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge – all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.

you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.

sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. “tell me, sweet thing,” and you’re whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanami’s still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. it’s repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. “how many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.”

as your lashes continuously flutter – you let off a sweet whimper. “around e- eight thousand?”

“smart girl,” he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanami’s practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, he’s thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt it’s final departing kiss. “c’monnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.”

as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ‘n contorting into a shocked oval shape—you tightly grip onto his blonde strands. “fuuuuck,” was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.

sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brain—except for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.

it’s as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.

a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. “mmph,” and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly ‘pop’ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst you’re coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanami’s starting to see why you preferred this more than his lectures—

“thaaaat’s it,” he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. you’re drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.

nanami’s tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead – you’re just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. it’s a pat that then turns into a sloppy ‘mwah’ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.

“silly girl,” he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.

“is this part of the lesson too?” you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ‘n heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didn’t care about the private session anymore.

“partially,” nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward – making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. “we forgot the other important part of the lesson though, ‘m afraid.”

with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesn’t exactly feel like a book. “a- and what’s that, ‘ken?”

nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. “penetration, princess.”

second lesson?

[tonycries]

WAP!

Synopsis. How was he expected to not lose control the first time he goes in raw?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mating press, jealousy (Nanami’s side), improper use of Gojo’s technique, true form! Sukuna, dp, praise, creampíe, spítting, really REALLY needy pússydrunk boys, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k (whoops)

A/N. Got a bit carried away but oh well hehehe.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “A-another?”

Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never sounds unsure, he never lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence. 

Except for now, that is.

With you folded into such a mean mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn’t enough to have Toji’s head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod, “Another.”

Another. Oh, it’s all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.

“Another, huh?” Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow. Torturously slow. Hissing at the cool air kissing his aching length, “Then-” He glides his leaky tip across your glossy entrance, smirking at the way you arch into it like such a slut. “-this pretty cunt better actually give me another kid, doll.”

And then Toji’s pushing in - slow, ruthless little pistons of his hips that have you scrambling further and further up the mattress. Veins pulsing against your plushy walls in a feverish thump! thump! thump! 

Of course, he wasn’t faring any better. 

“O-oh.” Toji throws his head back, brows scrunching at the feeling of your sweet sweet cunt. “So this is- fuck- what ya feel like, hm? Hold on- wait- wanna test something-” 

“Ngh! Oh-” you squeal when two thick fingers dip down to toy with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips up in a way that has Toji sinking in deeper. Blinking away the shocked tears behind your lids, “T-Toji– don’t be mean.”

But you doubted he could hear you - fuck, you doubted Toji was even breathing at this point. Because his eyes were widened, jaw dagging open ever-so-slightly to moan, “Fuck- oh my god- ya squeeze me ngh- even tighter without that fucking condom.”

And he’s so fucking awe-struck - and you’re being fucked so dumb - that you don’t even realize it when he’s bottoming out. Still pushing in, trying to squeeze even deeper into your gummy walls. 

“F-fuck can’t believe you’ve been holdin’ out.” he spits, sounding so genuinely bewildered, pulling your hips back messily to meet his. Heavy balls smacking you with each rough, depraved thrust inside. “Ohhh m’never letting ya hold out on me again, doll.”

Your nails leave angry, red marks down, down, down his sculpted back. Glassy eyes begging - pleading for any once of mercy for the monster you’ve brought on. “N-never?”

He gives your ravaged clit a light smack! with the pads of his fingers - both a little punishment and a sneaky little way to feel you clamp down on his thick cock in surprise again. Huffing out a low laugh, “Yeahhh you’re not getting off easy. Never.” And, usually, Toji was so suave, so infuriatingly in control - but right now he’s running his mouth as sloppily as his hips. Panting into your open mouth, “Gonna hafta let me f-feel this cute pussy all the fuckin’ time now. Gonna hafta let me breed her.”

And shit it wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough. 

In a split second, Toji falls back onto his knees, pulling you upright to splay out so prettily on his lap. The change in position pushing him in deeper and deeper and-

“That’s what I hah- like to see-” One hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to look down at the way your poor pussy was bulging and struggling around Toji’s cock. So so angry and drenched with all your syrupy sweet juices, glistening all the way down to his twitching balls. “Ya look so much oh- shit- better drooling all over me and not some condom, doll.” Toji’s sharp teeth graze your ear, abs rippling underneath your touch as fucks up into you so animalistically. So ferally. Sharp, long jabs of his hips, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over. “N’ even better when she’s ngh- painted white, right?”

The only response you’re stupidly giving him are a handful of teary whimpers, thighs burning with the wet smack of skin on skin. 

And the way you’re bucking down pathetically to meet his ruthless cadence, but you don’t  even realize that until Toji lets out a strangled groan. “Heh, ya like that?”

“Mhm.” you whine. “L-like it so- much- like feeling you like this- ah-”

He’s pulling you into a messy kiss - if it can even be called that, just a lazy, messy drag of his lips and that scar against your lolling open mouth, “Tha’s my girl. Ya like feeling me raw, hm?” Each word nudges his fat head against your bruised g-spot in a way that has Toji so drunk, so high off you and that pretty cunt. Twiddling a thumb on your sensitive nub. Over and over and over. “Ya like the ohh- fuck- idea of giving me another? Making Megs a big brother?”

“Yes! Fuck yes yes yes I-”

Toji doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence - nor does he really give a shit. Not when your cute cunt is squeezing around him so fucking tight that it was almost hard to ram his cock inside. 

Milking the fucking soul out of him as you cum, a broken little ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth when with a couple, sloppy thrusts Toji can’t help but paint your pussy a sinful white. Thick, hot ropes of his seed that slosh inside your gummy walls - cumming and cumming so much that he feels it drip out your slit.

Meshing together in a lewd combination at the soaked base of his still-rock hard cock, one that makes Toji keen gruffly. Pooling his seed on the pads of his fingers, he bullies them back into your still-stuffed hole, “So…are we sure it took?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Right here right now

Everyone knows Nanami Kento as a patient man - a sensible one. The one person at the office they could trust with anything and everything.

Only you knew Nanami Kento as the type of man to just drag you into the break room in the middle of the work day, spitting out a barely-there excuse about “a meeting” to the rest of your confused coworkers. When in reality he was shoving you near the nearest flat surface and bunching your cute skirt up at your hips. 

“Ken- what-” you sputter in a daze, blinking up at the panting man above you. “What happened?”

The only answer you’re getting is the clink-clink-clink of Nanami’s belt unbuckling, stray strands of blond sticking to his furrowed forehead as he takes in your slutty position. 

Scoffing, “Can you at least tell me what-”

Your words die in your throat at the feeling of something so warm and rock-hard making a mess of you down below. And - sure enough - you’re met with the sight of Nanami’s fingers nudging apart your flimsy panties - just enough for his fat head to kiss against your puffy folds. Sending a fresh wave of your slick coating his hand once more. 

“Don’t have a condom.” he speaks to you properly for the first time since coming in here, gruff and strained against your ear. “Guess we’ll hafta make do, darling.”

Fuck, you’ve never gone without a condom with your boyfriend before - but now that you’ve felt the sensation of his deep slit rubbing against your hole, the dip of his veins tracing against your walls, well, shit you think you might just be addicted. 

Nanami isn’t too far behind - because he lets out a deep groan. “O-oh. Fuck, remind me to do this more often.” Chest heaving as he pulls out ever-so-slightly, only to run a fist down his length, smearing your syrupy sweet juices in a glossy sheen along his cock. “Who said you can feel this haah- fucking good, my love? This all f’me?”

It’s only with this that you’re realizing that he still hasn’t explained yet. 

Reaching out a hand to pull on Nanami’s favorite yellow tie, you bring his face mere millimeters from yours. Breathing out, “E-explain or m’walking out.” 

You wouldn’t - you knew that. And Nanami did too, but that didn’t stop that greedy part of himself from stilling inside your puffy folds, having you struggling and clenching with the effort to take in his girth. 

“Jus’ wanted to hah- feel you. To really feel you.” he’s nosing up your racing pulse. Strong hands pushing your legs so far apart on the table that it burned. “To actually prove to this cute pussy that she’s mine. S’that s-so wrong?” He’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point - in long, purposeful strokes that roam for your g-spot. Gritting out, “Especially when you’re so warm. So heavenly. N’ some people here can’t take a hint.”

Ah, so that’s what it was all about - that new intern at the office who seemed particularly attached to you lately. Enough so that it had Nanami acting like this - not that you were complaining, obviously. 

No sooner is the realization hitting you that Nanami’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Hard.

A large hand hastily covers your mouth as soon as it sags open. Only growing more and more desperate when Nanami starts up a quick tempo. Hitting it over and over and over- “Shhh shhh, darling.” he groans, fucking you deeper and deeper into the table. “I know it’s good. Ngh- oh my god you feel fucking perfect- But we wouldn’t want ‘em to hear, right? Though-” And then he’s flashing such an uncharacteristically smug smile, gaze just devouring you through his long lashes. “-wouldn’t mind ‘em knowing that you’re mine.”

And it seems like he was torn between forming coherent thoughts and just rambling about how sinfully good you felt. 

“K-Ken-”

But Nanami wasn’t done - far from it, in fact. He was running his mouth, words slurring and stumbling with each jolt of his hips forward. 

“Shh, let me do all the work, darling.” Drawing gentle, purposeful circles on your clit, “Jus’ sit there n’- hngh- let me feel this pussy some more. Let her soak me some more. Been waitin’ for this too long- oh- They’d never know, right?”

It’s all you can do to nod, barely-lucidly, “N-never. Only you, Ken.”

And now, unfortunately for you and your poor cunt, it just seemed like Nanami was pussydrunk off the feeling of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. No longer just proving a point - no, oh, he was lost in the way you were so soft. So messy - forming a cute pool of slick on the table below, on his heavy balls. 

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Fuck him. Fuck them all.” 

You flinch as he catches your lips to spit out heated little profanities into your open mouth, biting and tugging filthily on yours. Almost babbling at this point, “They’ll n-never know how ngh fucking heavenly this cunt feels. How perfect you’re wrapped around me.”

Both the obscene squelches from below and your broken little whimpers were reaching a feverish height, coupled with Nanami’s rumbling groans. And it’s only when you let out a particularly loud whine of “Ken–” that makes him grow even girthier inside you. 

Stretching you out so good, he lets out a warning whisper. Low and dangerous, “Careful.” Sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine - all the way to your ravaged cunt, “I hear he’s got a meeting here soon.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The cocky one

“Hah, such a cocky smile, gorgeous.” Geto shakes his head down at where you were on all fours for him. Arched like such a slut against his angry tip, throbbing and glistening between your legs. “You sure you’re oh-”

Whatever mean little retort - and that smirk - is wiped clean off of Geto’s pretty lips when you fuck yourself back onto his rock-hard cock. Gritting your teeth at the sheer stretch when your sloppy hole finds his red, leaky tip, determinedly stuttering him down, down, down until your ass was pressed up against those tufts of black at his toned pelvis. 

“W-whoops.” you sigh when your skin smacks against his abs, tone saccharine sweet. “What were you hah- saying, dear?”

Geto lets out a strangled groan, head tipping back, fingers blindly finding your hips to keep them from fidgeting. Fuck, you were so heavenly - so addictive. He could feel himself rubbing up against every ridge and dip of your tight pussy. 

“You little bitch.” he sighs, heavy eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips bulging so sinfully around him, making him grow even larger. Longer - hitting spots you never knew existed. “Now that’s just ngh- playing unfair.”

Unfair? Oh, you could teach him about ‘unfair’. Unfair was when he’s jutting his hips forward in slow, shallow strokes just to fit inside - no rhythm or rhyme, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Unfair was when he strikes your ass with a sharp smack! grinning at the way the flesh jiggles against his palm.

Unfair is when he leans down to murmur thickly, the change in angle having him barrelling deeper inside your snug cunt. “Isn’t it?”

“N-no.” your lower lip wobbles. 

“N-n-no.” Geto grins, “Stuttering too? That’s crazy, what happened to my smug girl from- hah- before- oh fuck-” 

But oh for all how cocky Geto was acting, he was so weak against the way your gummy walls clench down so fucking tight around him - on purpose. Stuttering down to milk him like you wanted to draw out something delicious. Like you couldn’t stand being even a hair’s breadth away. 

“Haaa…” he lets out a broken shudder, two hands wrapping underneath your inner thighs to just drag your sloppy further down, settling deep - so impossibly deep - into your gut. Distantly, some part of him hoped that you left marks - a cute lil’ ass print against his abs for him to admire later. “Fuck- fine. Fine-” 

You whirl your teary eyes over your shoulder - and it was so difficult to look behind you. Because Geto was so unfairly pretty - long, inky hair curtaining his pussydrunk eyes, twirling all the way down to where his delicate blush dusted all over his cheeks, his chest, his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, you find your sloppy cunt clenching again, rubbing up so deliciously against that prominent vein down the middle of Geto’s length. 

That coaxes out another drawn-out groan from your boyfriend, and a traitorous buck of his hips - his fat head hitting right on your g-spot. “I said fine.” he barks out, teeth bared. “Y-you win. Ngh- you win the bet. Fuuuck you win, just let me- ngh just let me fuck this pretty cunt. Now.”

Ah, right. The bet - that single, mindless little comment earlier today about who’d break first if you two went in raw. 

And, clearly, there was an obvious winner. 

Because Geto isn’t waiting around for your kiss-bitten lips to drop into some taunting remark, hell, he can’t even wait for you to register his words before letting his hips lose control. Ramming into you in quick, jagged thrusts that abuse your hidden sweet spots. 

Over and over and-

“Y’feel so soft, gorgeous.” he purrs into your ear, pushing all his all his body weight in an attempt to hold your slutty cunt still. Setting up such a mean pace, “So warm- ngh n’ m’tired of pretending it isn’t driving me crazy.”

You keen when Geto cranes his fingers to deftly roll over your clit, “S-so much for not breaking first.”

“Awww c’mon now.” Geto’s balls smacking against your ass get louder - harsher. “I already s-said you win. Hah-” God, he’s barely in control of himself with the way he catches your lips in a messy clash of a kiss. Hot tongue nudging apart your plump lips to spit a steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Some of it missing and splattering against the corner of your mouth, “N’ you know what m- ngh- buying you as a p-prize?”

Your knees are weakening pathetically now, sliding further and further apart on the silky sheets with each harsh slam of his cock - only to be pulled back up by an impatient Geto. 

“Do you?” he hisses, pistoning his hips so hard now that your knees were hovering midair - held up by a frenzied Geto. Who plows on deliriously, “Gonna buy ya- nghh fuck- the pill. So many- cuz you’re gonna fuckin’ need it-”

And need it you did. 

Because it only takes a few more seconds of this maddening song and dance before Geto’s cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t - wouldn’t want to - stop.

Pumping thick, hot rope after rope of his seed until your high was crashing into his. Until his cock was so raw and twitching sensitively. Until his balls were squeezing so painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids with each ram into your fluttering pussy. 

“Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Overheat

Oh this was a dream - or heaven. Maybe both. Because here was Choso sprawled out so prettily on his damp navy sheets, dark hair untied, half-lidded eyes gazing up at a sly angel - you - straddling his toned hips.  

Pussy lips swollen and drooling down where you were positioning his fat, leaky head right at where just a simple nudge of Choso’s squirming hips would have you split apart on his swollen cock - raw. 

“Cho~” your heady voice breaks through his stunned reverie, “You alright, baby?”

“Y-yes.” his words catch in his heaving chest. And Choso’s so embarrassed - still so stuck on the heavenly view below - that he’s barely even registering the hand of his that makes its way down to rest on your steady waist. “Just that-”

And then Choso’s giving an impatient tug on the fat of your hips, inching you so agonizingly close to his needy, red tip. So close he could practically feel you already - he could imagine how soft and warm you were bound to be.

You huff out a low chuckle, “Awww poor baby.” Grinning at the way your boyfriend takes one of tits into his mouth to muffle his embarrassed whine. He alternates between sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Is this what you- hah- want?”

And the way you sandwich his thick cock between your slit has Choso’s ministrations on your nipple stuttering. Whispering out a muffled little, “Y-yeah…”

“Louder.”

“...”

Tutting, “Or, I could just get a condom since you’re so shy-”

“No!” Choso rasps out wetly, and the sudden outburst seems to startle you both. But especially Choso who only blabbers, pussydrunk and slurring already, “No no no no no- need this-” He claws at your hips, edging you closer and closer to sit on his soaked, twitching cock. Bucking his hips up wildly, the slick coating your dripping cunt making him slide messily across your folds once. Twice. “Need you so bad- wan’ feel you wanna feel this pretty pussy- ngh- please. Fuck!”

Both of you let out a synchronous moan when he finally manages to sink his fat head inside your sloppy entrance. So thick, stretching you open so well despite not even being halfway in.

“F-fuck.” Choso’s hazy eyes widen, and he immediately flattens his feet on the bed before pulling back. Only for his poor, oversensitive balls to squeeze so painfully- before covering your dripping cunt in rope after rope of his seed. Your pussy too heavenly, his sanity too gone. “Sh-shit m’sorry m’sorry- ngh.”

Your eyes widen, “Ch-Cho did you-” 

But he doesn’t let you finish - was probably too embarrassed to before stuffing your gaping, needy hole with his thick cock again. And again. And again and again trying to relieve that first time. “Oh, is this okay? Is this r-really okay?”

You don’t even know what he’s asking about - not when Choso’s sliding you deeper and deeper down his cock. Sculpted body bowing into yours when he starts bouncing you up and down like his favorite sextoy - reveling in the lewd squelches below and those pretty moans leaving your lips. 

“S’your fault, y’know?” he pants, ragged. Hips fucking up uncontrollably, drunk off the feeling. “Y-your ohhh fuck- your pussy feels too good, baby. N’ she’s s-so soft. So warm with my cum.”

And it was so sloppy, your boyfriend was never one to shy away from making a mess out of you both but this. Oh, you were losing your fucking mind with his harsh pace, letting that lewd combination of his cum and your slick glisten all over his abs, your thighs, your filthy cunt. All the way down to where his heavy balls were sure to leave marks for tomorrow - right alongside his pelvis against your thighs, fingers on your hips. 

“Y-you’re so-” you lean over to dig your nails into Choso’s pecs, and he takes the opportunity to bite and tease your poor nipples once more. “-filthy, Cho.”

He swallows, and fuck you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier. Adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed and miles away. “It’s this hah- p-pretty pussy, baby. R-raw? Seriously? She’s driving me insane.”

At that last, broken word of his sentence, Choso throws his head back as if merely remembering that there was no little plastic separating his throbbing cock from your gummy cunt was enough to make him go crazy. 

Hips pistoning up faster, molding your cunt to his shape. Bruising your g-spot with each thrust - and your cervix, too, just as a little stray reminder that you’re his from the inside out. Gasping out, “Just look at her.”

When you snap your head down, he’s already spreading apart your puffy folds with two fingers, giving you the perfect view of that creamy sheen, Choso’s reckless, maddening hips, the way your cunt was bulging and soaking his painfully hard cock. 

Only getting sloppier. Harder. Drunk with each thrust. 

“She’s so pretty.” he grits out, “So heavenly. Might just b-be my new hah- obsession.” Just babbling nonsense in strained, jagged words that come out after each brush of his fat tip against your g-spot. So hard that you were stumbling precariously on top of his wild hips. “Yeah- new obsession. My heavenly obsession” he eyes down your quivering thighs, those breathy moans that told him you were close.“N’ I wonder how much more heavenly you’d be if I cum inside?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Take both, dammit.

“B-both?”

The only response you get are Sukuna’s fingers tightening around your throat, sharp nails dragging dangerously over your racing pulse. Pulling your dazed face closed to gift you with a low, cocky hum, “Both.”

And then you can’t breathe - not because of the large hand taking its place around your neck, no, but because Sukuna was suddenly nudging his weeping, fat tips against your sloppy entrance. Lips curling up into a devilish grin at how you were quivering in- fear? Anticipation? 

Either way it had you keening tearily, “Kuna it won’t- fit!”

“Hmm,” Sukuna purses his lips in mock-thought, free hand dipping down to roll his index against your clit. “Let’s ask her why don’t we?” Any and every noise of surprise you manage to yelp out are overshadowed by the most obscene squelches you’ve ever heard in your life. Like Sukuna was well and fully intent on proving his point by circling his thumb around your sloppy hole until you gave up. And he was. “She says she’s just dying to take it. What’s your excuse, brat?”

Truly, it was the first time you’ve tried taking both your boyfriend’s massive cocks - and just one of them required specially made condoms and such extensive teasing and toying to stretch you out enough. 

So one thing was sure - you weren’t making it out alive. 

You’re startled out of your reverie by a dark chuckle from above - shit, did you say that out loud? “Well, only one way to find out.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - both at once. Fat heads bumping into each other as Sukuna grinds against your snug pussy in shallow, short rolls of his hips. 

“Tch.” he clicks his tongue when your feeble ring of resistance struggles to take him. A warm hand of his comes down to soothe over your head slowly, gently - uncharacteristically so. Whispering, “Shhhh, shhh breathe. You got this. You can take it- hah- you always do, right?” Hips getting just a bit more forceful. A bit more calculated. “You can-” Before that sweet hand on your hair tightens to push you down, hard. “-take it.”

Oh, you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling that the king of curses always gets what he wants. Always. 

“Oh my god- oh my god, Kuna! S’so deep-”

A startled smile spreads over Sukuna’s face, eyes widening in surprise. “Ohh, shit. Shit, brat.” He angles his head just right to spy down - just to make sure. “If I knew you felt ngh- th-this good, I’d have done it sooner Much, much sooner.”

But fuck for how cocky he was acting right now, Sukuna was in fucking heaven. 

Dipping his head down to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and that euphoric glint in his eyes, Sukuna starts moving in hurried, methodical little thrusts to squeeze even deeper inside. 

“Hngh- it’s- ah- can feel you rubbing up inside me, Kuna.” you whine into his ears, hips bucking up wildly. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, but it comes out more wobbly than he intended. Biting his lower lip to keep those loud fucking moans slipping out from the feeling of rubbing against himself and your raw gummy walls and himself. “Y-ya like this? What happened to ‘o-oh s’too big, Kuna’?”

You manage to get out a weak, “F-fuck you.” 

“No, brat. I’m fucking you.” Sukuna growls, ramming into you faster. Sloppier. Heavy sets of tight balls stinging your skin, “Both of me.”

God, the stretch was so much, like he was pushing into your lungs. And that thundering thump! thump! thump! of matching sets of veins against your dripping cunt was so sinful that you let his little comment slide. Driving you to insanity. 

Instead, your teeth grazes Sukuna’s earlobe to give a soft tug, making him turn his head and look right at your fucked-out face.

His hot breath fans your face, “What, brat? Can’t talk? Or is it that you want-” He catches your ravaged clit between two fingers again, rolling languidly. “-her to talk?”

And God, if it was double the stretch on your too-tight cunt, then Sukuna was determined to make sure it was double the pleasure for you. 

His fingers just so frenzied on your clit, rubbing tight, messy patterns - not even circles anymore because fuck Sukuna was too impatient, too depraved for that right now. Swollen cocks sliding in and out with reckless abandon, getting easier and easier with each glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices all over them. Massaging all those sensitive spots he’s mapped out so well to hit his end goal - your poor, ravaged g-spot. Hitting it over and over and over and-

“Kuna!” you scramble for the sheets, the headrest, his shoulders - just anything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity. Sobbing out, “I-I’m close- ngh ah! I’m so close.”

“Close, hah?” you hear from above you, the last thing before the smacking of skin-on-skin becomes almost deafening. Coupled with Sukuna’s strained groans, now unable to hold them back with each time he’s kissing your cervix - your g-spot. “Then cum. Cum all over my cocks, brat.”

Hips stuttering as they get harsher with purpose. Violent, even - having to rest a hand on top of your head to keep your body from being jolted too far up the bed.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. You’re screaming out Sukuna’s name, body bowing into his vice-like grip. Dripping cunt trying desperately to milk him so tight.

It was too much. 

Your poor pussy was overfilled to the brim with each and every spurt of Sukuna’s hot cum, thick, white globs that dribble down your thighs. Filling you up so much you think you could explode and- “Aww look at you.” Sukuna coos, thumbing apart your pussy lips to watch her soak in his never ending cum. “Wonder if she can take another load?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Experiment…

The great Gojo Satoru is many things - powerful, complex, a pain-in-the-ass to most - but being hesitant to experiment is decidedly not one of these things. 

Which is what found you splayed out underneath him, brows furrowed, legs trembling while he drags his weeping tip up and down your puffy folds. Just dipping between your lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his head - up and down up and down up and-

“Toru.” your deadpan voice cuts through his fun, hips arching off the bed impatiently. “S’not gonna work.”

Gojo sticks his tongue out with all the maturity he could muster up, “It will, sweetheart, just watch.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Will-” you cut yourself off in frustration, “You’re just all talk-”

Whatever insult on the tip of your tongue - along with all the air in your lungs - is knocked out by Gojo finally pushing in. Finally stretching out your sloppy hole on his thick mushroom tip, all stuttering and clenching in an effort to accommodate him.

He groans, cheeks flushing because fuck maybe this’ll be harder than he thought. “S’gonna work- if I can concen- ohh fuck don’t squeeze me that way- if I can get limitless to- no more late-night convenience store runs.” 

But oh right now the only thing on Gojo’s mind was that maybe you two were better off with walking the two blocks down to buy condoms - because he could feel his limitless slowly thinning out with each inch he sinks into your snug cunt. Slowly waning - much like his fucking sanity. 

“Toru!” you squeal when it’s like something snaps. That little glow in your boyfriend’s eyes dims as his entire body stiffens, breath hitching in his throat, and his cock- oh his aching, rock-hard cock - so warm and just throbbing so rapidly against your walls in a beat that matches your own. You could feel him all the way in your stomach. “D-did it work?”

Something is whispered into the crook of your neck - and you’re craning your head closer to understand. “What?”

There it is again.

This time, however, you pull Gojo from his safe haven, tugging admonishingly on those soft, white locks. All the while murmuring, “Use your- oh.”

Oh.

Fuck. 

Gojo’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. So utterly wrecked when his aching cock grows even larger inside you, stretching you to your limits. Such a delicate pink blush decorating his cheeks, dusting over those plump, parted lips, ones which wobble and gape open noiselessly a few times before he manages out, “D-didn’t work.”

And fuck then it was like a dam had broken. 

Because Gojo’s previously stalled hips were moving now - grinding forward slowly, deliciously. Only growing girthier - so unfairly so - with each movement. 

Two large hands coming up to paw and knead your ass to keep you still while he begins fucking you into the mattress. 

Letting out whiny, bewildered moans - as if Gojo himself couldn’t believe what was happening - “Didn’t work.” He repeats, like a mantra. “Didn’t work didn’t work didn’t- didn’t work- hah- n’ I don’t regret it one bit.”

“H-hah?” you whimper, “So you’re-”

“Yes.” Gojo interjects, and if you were in any better state of mind you’d have told him off for interrupting you. But oh how could you when he was reeling his hips back, back, back, just kissing your sloppy entrance with his leaky tip - before splitting you apart all over again. “Yes yes yes- oh yes. M’feeling you- all of you. Why the fuck didn’t you t-tell me you were so ngh-” Long fingers graze over your pulsing clit, making him all but scream in pleasure when you clamp down. Hard. “-heavenly!”

Fuck you weren’t making it out alive - and he wasn’t either.

And he sounded so genuinely upset - how were you this warm? This dripping wet all around him? Hell, Gojo thinks he’s soaked all the way down to his heavy balls already.

“Soaked?” your eyes widen when Gojo gives you a shocked laugh - fuck, has he finally lost whatever sanity he had left?

“Mhm.” he nods, a familiar glint of madness in those summer blue eyes. Breathy, pussydrunk little ministration matching his words, “Soaked. Absolutely fucking hah- soaked. Me. Me me me- s’me-” Gojo spits into his open palm, once. Twice. Before smearing the mess down his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out of your needy cunt,  “-not some stupid little piece of plastic. Oh, m’never buying those again-”

He was fucking you so needy. 

Just ramming his cock into you as he pleased, hitting all your most sensitive spots - your cervix, your g-spot, tugging at your clit. Having the bed frame and you making such loud noises every time his thick tip was gliding across your gummy walls, matching with the tempo of his fingers.

“It feel so- good, Toru.” you whine. Hips stuttering forwards, making the most lewd of squelches as you try to meet Gojo’s fast, utterly wild pace. “Fuck fuck fuck- oh.”

“Yeah? My baby likes ngh- taking me in r-raw.” you smile when you catch the way Gojo’s face flushes as his voice cracks on that last word - like he still couldn’t believe it himself. 

Though, he didn’t like that quite as much as you. 

“Huh? Laughing at me? M’gonna ngh- you lil’ minx. M’gonna give you something to laugh about.” Each word punctuated by a mean thrust, and if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have caught the way Gojo’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. Tiny pricks of purple lightning dancing across his bare skin, “Because practice makes perfect, right, sweetheart?”

A/N. I’m ngl Gojo’s one was just me wondering how far limitless really went sooo there ya go.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s a menace in and out of the ring. Even with a bit of blood on his face, he didn’t hesitate to wink and point a finger at you when they finally announced that he’s the champion for match.

He didn’t even bother to wait for his heavyweight championship belt, he got out of the ring and went straight to where you were.

boxer!sukuna who forgets that all eyes were on him as he lifted you up and hugged you. The Sukuna, letting everyone see this side of him all because of you.

“I’m so proud of you ‘kuna.” You buried your face on his neck. You were avoiding the blinding lights of camera flashes, getting all red and shy under Sukuna’s hold.

“Sukuna! How do you feel now that you’ve won the championship again?”

“How did you prepare yourself for this season?”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Sukuna! Tell us something about her!”

The reporters threw questions left and right. But Sukuna only smiled, his eyes still locked on you.

“She’s the girl I’ve been obsessed with for so long, and I plan to make her mine.”

boxer!sukuna who can’t get his hands off of you during his celebratory dinner party. His large palm alternated between touching your thigh and your waist, grinning as he saw you blush.

“Stop it Ryo.” You whispered against his ear when his fingers crept up higher on your thigh.

“Ryo? That’s a new one baby.” Fuck, he loves it when you give him nicknames.

“You’re drunk aren’t you? You’re gonna forget about this in the morning.”

“Not drunk, ‘m just so in love with you.” You saw how his pupils dilated as he stared at your lips.

Weirdly enough, he hasn’t initiated anything more and always stuck with touching you even during your date with him.

You can’t get that day out of your head. Sukuna spared no expense just to make everything perfect. He even reserved an entire restaurant just so he could have you all to himself that night.

“Sukuna, why haven’t you tried to kiss me yet?” You asked as your eyes went from his eyes down to his lips.

Noticing your little act, he licked his lower lip before he answered-

“Because it won’t end with just kissing. Plus, I’m trying to be respectful until you get comfortable with me.” His ears turned red as he looked away.

You did it. You had the Ryōmen Sukuna shy and flustered under your gaze.

“So you don’t want to kiss me?” He looked back at you with a scowl.

“Fuck baby, are you kidding? I wanted to kiss you since the day we met.”

“Hmm, should I let you kiss me though?” You drew circles on his thigh using your nails to tease him.

His hand touched your chin while his other arm captures your waist to pull you closer against him. Then he does something you’d never expect, he begs.

“Please let me kiss you, baby. Been wanting it for so long.”

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time and went straight in. Finally, feeling your lips against his made him groan. You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh, trying to find the outline of your panties as a payback for teasing him. He used that chance to dive his tongue in your mouth.

Your body felt hot all over. Giving into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. How you managed to fight back your desire for him for so long, you’d never know.

It was clear that Sukuna savored the feeling of your lips against his so much, that you had to push against his chest just so you could breath.

“Damn you Sukuna, let me breathe.” You panted against him.

Not listening to your words, he gives you a peck one more time and finishes with a chaste kiss against the pulse point under your ear.

“We need to leave.” The urgency in his tone left you confused.

“What? Why?”

“It’s your fault baby. I tried to warn you that it won’t end with a kiss.”

“But it’s your party, we can’t just leave!”

“Trust me, we have to leave or I’ll fucking come in my pants. Plus, the paparazzi already has enough pictures of us kissing.” You were sure the two of you will be in front of the headlines once again.

“But I like kissing you.” You pouted.

“Then let’s go home right now baby. You’ll love me after you spend the night in my bed.”

[himbodruid]

Crying Wolf

My take on the 105 affinity Secret Times audio 😏

Intended for 18+ readers ONLY. MINORS DNI

Sylus x Reader/You

Breeding kink (probably)-:- marking -:- possessive sex -:- soft sex -:- consent is hot -:- aftercare

Fic Master List

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The soft plinking sounds of the silly game you were playing echoed in the otherwise vacant room. You’d awoken from disturbing dreams in your own bed at the base, and snuck into Sylus’s room. And now you were curled up on his bed and clutching one of his pillows to your chest. He wasn’t home yet and it was a day off for you, but you figured he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his space.

“What are you playing?”

His voice suddenly appearing right next to your ear startled you and made you jump. Your hand struck out on instinct, which he caught with a chuckle before it could connect with his face.

“Shit, Sylus, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Are you trying to scare me?” You settled back down, trying to calm your adrenaline.

“Am I trying to scare you? You’re overthinking it, love.” He chuckled again at your pout.

“Still rude to sneak up on people like that.”

“Meanwhile, Miss Hunter didn’t even notice me when I was this close.” He leaned in, sending your pulse racing again for a different reason. “Your lack of vigilance is worryin-“

With a scowl, you slapped your hand over his mouth to prevent him from finishing that sentence. He was right, but you wouldn’t willingly admit it. Could he hardly blame you for feeling safe in his space?

You felt him smile under your hand for a brief moment, before he pulled it away from his mouth and flashed you that devilish half smirk of his. “You’re that eager to shut me up? Oh, you’re gonna need more than just your hands, Kitten.”

The tension that had built in those few seconds was interrupted by the sound of your game ending. Your phone was still in your other hand, but it had been all but forgotten when you got lost in Sylus’s predatory gaze.

“Oops, guess you lost,” he rumbled without breaking eye contact with you. Amusement twinkled in his eye. “Sorry for interrupting your game.”

You cleared your throat and looked away from him. You hated how easily he could get under your skin, with just a simple look from those cat-like crimson eyes of his. You made to return to your game and start again.

“But I remember an hour ago, someone promised to go to bed early starting today.”

“Oh, so you did see my text,” you muttered under your breath. He pretended not to hear you though.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.” The smile in his voice made you want to reach out and punch him. Instead, you reined in the impulse and restarted the game.

“I haven’t forgotten. This is a sleep aid game,” you said with a huff, pointedly ignoring his presence now.

“You…play a game to help you fall asleep. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.” He made a noise of suspicion and leaned in again. “Looks like someone’s trying to pull the wool over my eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and scooted over on his bed. He rose from the chair he’d been occupying and sat next to you at your beckoning, and raised a brow when you handed him your phone with a freshly started game.

“Why are you giving it to me? I’m not into these little games.” He said gruffly.

“Just try it,” you say. “I’m trying to prove my innocence here.”

With a chuckle, he accepted your phone. “Alright, we can do that. Scoot over.”

You shifted over some more, placing the pillow you’d been cuddling back against the headboard. He stretched out languidly beside you, resting against the pillow you’d just placed, and held out an arm to you.

“Come here, rest your head on my arm,” he commanded softly. You smiled and laid beside him, where his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and immediately his hand began tracing soft patterns against your arm.

“Now then. Shall we get started?” You explained basic concepts of the game to him and showed him what to do, trying not to zero in your focus on his deft fingers lazily brushing your skin. After three sheep appeared on screen, Sylus paused.

“So the whole point of this game is to count sheep?”

“I mean, I tried to tell you it was a sleep aid game, but you didn’t believe me,” you laughed. He smirked back.

“Well, it is boring enough to make anyone fall asleep.”

With a playful punch to his chest, you took up your phone again and continued playing. You were trying hard not to focus on all the points where your bodies touched, trying to cool the heat that was slowly settling into you as he continued to trail his hand on you. You were trying not to lose yourself in the smoky spice scent of him. You were pretty sure he could feel your racing heartbeat, maybe even hear it, so you threw your focus into the game and tried hard to ignore how much you wanted to straddle him at that moment.

“Hmm…how many have we counted?” His voice was rough, like he was distracted. It took all of your effort not to squirm against him.

“You’d know if you’d stay focused,” you replied, thankful that your voice was steady. You were entirely too conscious of the fact that his shirt was stretched taut across his chest, and the sleep pants were slung low enough on his hips you could almost see his v-line.

“It’s not that I’m unfocused. Your hair is tickling my neck,” he rumbled. You scowled at him again.

“Seriously?” Was all you could think to say. He chuckled.

“Yes, it tickles. Only a little, though. Do you need me to help you tame this unruly hair of yours?”

Before you could give him an answer, his hand reached up and brushed strands of hair away from your face. His palm lingered on your cheek for the briefest of moments before moving down your neck. The action in no way removed your hair from his vicinity, but his focus was solely on you in that moment. Your breath hitched as his palm traveled further and then flattened against your collar bone. His eyes followed the contour of your neck before resting on the dainty necklace that rested in the hollow of your throat. You could see hunger ignite in his eyes when he saw it.

“Hmmh. Isn’t this the collarbone necklace I gave you?” He murmured while fingering the pendant. “My taste is pretty good, I guess.”

“Yes,” you say almost dumbly. “I love it.”

“It is very pretty,” he murmured, leaning over you. You couldn’t tell if he meant the necklace or your neck as he buried his face there. You thought you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin and the soft gasp that escaped you was nearly involuntary.

“S-Sylus, what are you doing?” You questioned, hating how breathless your voice was. He took a moment before replying, not bothering to pull himself away from you.

“Nothing. I just thought,” he said, punctuating with a soft kiss to your collarbone, “this spot was very enticing.”

His mouth descended onto your collarbone once more, a full open-mouth kiss that you couldn’t hold back your gasp at. Teeth scraped against your skin and then he latched onto you in such a way that you knew would leave a mark. It hurt at first, the aggressive pull of his mouth, but then there was a zing of rapture that flowed through you when he released you. His breath tickled across your now-damp skin and you shivered.

“It tastes just as I imagined it to be,” he murmured. “I wonder what this will taste like.”

Sylus moved to the opposite side of your collarbone now, his hand cradling your head while he gave the same treatment to that side. You tried your hardest to calm your thundering heart, to quell the heat that raced through you, to soothe the blush that spread mercilessly from your face to your now nearly exposed chest. You felt embarrassed at how quickly and easily he was able to turn you on. The sounds of the game came back to you and you desperately tried to return your attention to it. This didn’t escape Sylus’s notice.

“What? How many sheep are there now?” He nuzzled into your neck. “You’re still concerned about them? Looks like I haven’t gotten your undivided attention yet.”

“S-Sy,” you started, unable to find words when your breath came short.

“I don’t like you being so far away from me,” he growled before rolling his bulk atop you. You dropped your phone onto the mattress, the game forgotten now. “Come closer, let’s cuddle.”

You knew your face was aflame as he leaned down to nuzzle and kiss your neck. In a desperate bid to escape embarrassment, you mutter the lamest excuse you could. “B-but Sylus, it’s too warm.”

“To be honest,” a kiss on your neck, full of tongue, interrupted his thought, “it…can get even warmer. Than. This.”

His mouth found yours then, and he coaxed you open to him so that his tongue could plunge in and tangle with yours. You inhaled sharply, unable to keep your hands from him any longer. You kissed him back in equal fervor, not entirely ignorant to the hard length of him resting against your belly. Your hands combed through his silk-soft hair, all but holding him to you.

A sudden plink from your discarded phone brought you back to your senses. You were kissing Sylus. The two of you had been intimate in other ways, but nothing nearly as far as this yet. Holding hands, quick pecks on the cheek, chaste kisses here and there. But nothing so all-consuming, so passionate.

“Hmm? Oh. We lost,” rumbled Sylus against your lips. You turned your head and looked at your phone.

“Hmm. Looks like a wolf snuck in because you weren’t focused on our sheep,” you admonished lightly.

“Yeah. All of them were eaten,” Sylus replied with a smug smirk. He returned to burying his face against your neck. “How do you think those sheep were eaten? Like…this?”

He raked his teeth against the slope of your neck. You didn’t even have the mind to feel embarrassed about the moan that slipped from you.

“Or…like this?” His lips moved to the other side. A heavy, charged sigh escaped from him as he all but worshipped your neck. Kisses, bites, even rolling his tongue against your pulse. You were unravelling beneath him, and then his hand had the audacity to add to the sensations by running down the length of you. Your breaths came in short gasps and you longed to completely wrap yourself around him.

“I take back what I said about the game. It does have some redeeming qualities.”

The comment was so sudden, you couldn’t muster a response. All you could do was watch him with eyes half-lidded by desire while he elaborated.

“For instance, it is very realistic.” He gave another one of those heated sighs, followed by a soft growl while his hand continued to roam your body. You were fully aware now of his cock resting heavy against you, still held by the prison of his sleep pants. Somewhere he had wedged a knee between your own and was slowly sliding his way fully between your thighs. You could feel the heat blazing in your face and looked away from his assessing and possessive gaze.

It just happened that your attention fell back to your phone.

“Where are your eyes going? Honestly, I don’t think you need to get your phone back.”

You looked back to him, and he hiked your leg up to hook around his hip. The length of him was now pressed against your core, hot and hard.

“If you need a sleep aid, then I can fulfill that role.”

You felt like your brain was going to short circuit. Out of a desperate attempt to hide your madly blushing face, you covered it with the comforter.

“A sheep can’t escape if it’s trapped under the covers,” he said, tugging them away. “So, is this little lamb prepared?”

Another moan escaped you unbidden as he pressed his hips into yours.

“A wolf is coming,” he growled into your ear.

Fuck, I sure hope he will, you thought.

His mouth found yours again, and his roaming hand slipped underneath the cotton tank top you were wearing. Like electricity on your skin, his touch sent shivers through you. His thumb found your breast first, and then the rest of his hand engulfed the mound of flesh. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, releasing pleased gasps into his fierce kiss.

Next thing you knew, your shirt was pushed up above your breasts and his hot mouth moved to teasing them. His tongue swirled around the nipple of one, while his hand continued kneading the other.

“S-Sylus,” you moaned with a shuddering breath. His teeth scraped against the underside and your hands dug into his scalp at the sensation. Your back bowed, arching firmly into his touch until his mouth moved further down. A blazing trail of kisses and bites all the way down your torso until he came to the hem of your shorts. All the while he kept his crimson gaze locked on your face, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he elicited from you.

He tugged at the hem, offering a silent question to you and going no further until you nodded your consent and lifted your hips for him. He stripped shorts and underwear away in one swift motion, and suddenly you were bared so intimately, so lewdly for him. You tried to pin your knees together, but he was already there, mouth at your hip and drawing out a mark to match the ones on your collarbone.

“I think,” he said, detaching from your skin, “I might enjoy seeing my marks on you a little too much.”

Your gaze landed on the bruise-like mark he left on your hip and you had to agree with him. Something about seeing his smirking mouth hovering there and a hickey darkening was just absurdly hot.

You let your head fall back into the pillow, covering your face with an arm. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Sylus.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled. “If you permit me, I can easily give you a little death, as a treat.”

Somehow your face flamed hotter at his innuendo. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, as you felt his thumb brushing through the soft fringe at your core.

“Mmh,” he growled. “So wet for me already, Kitten.”

And then his tongue followed the touch, and you were lost. A moan escaped from you, your hands flying to tangle once again in his hair. If he hated that you were messing up said hair, he didn’t say a word. In fact, the action seemed to provoke him further and he soon added fingers curling into your cunt. He worked you hard until you spilled over the edge with his name falling from your lips like a chant.

He crawled back up your body, planting a soft kiss before pulling away. He caressed your cheek while he gave you the tenderest of looks. It appeared he wanted to say something, but held himself back. Instead, he opted to lean forward and kiss your forehead.

And then the infuriating man tugged the comforter over you and made to leave.

“Wait, what?” You panicked and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving.

“It’s late, Kitten, and you need to sleep.”

“No! I-“ your words were cut off by his chuckle.

“As much as I want to, Kitten, I hadn’t really prepared for sex. I don’t have any protection.”

You eased your shoulders, secretly relieved that he wasn’t rejecting you per se.

“That’s simple, though,” you say, swinging your arm wide and showing him the tiniest of protrusions on the inner side of your arm. “The Association pays for all of us to get temporarily sterilized. Those of us that want it, anyway. It lasts for five years, and I got it put in a few months ago because-“

You cut your words off, completely aware that you were rambling and embarrassing yourself further. You looked away, hating how desperate you sounded. But it was true, after being with Sylus and getting to know him, you wanted to prepare for a ‘just in case’ kinda situation just like this one. When he didn’t move or respond, you began shuffling yourself back under the duvet in awkward self-consciousness.

His hand shot out to stop you, though. “I truly don’t deserve you.”

With that, you were stripped bare before him once again. The duvet was discarded, and his crimson gaze followed every curve and edge of your body. It was like he was trying to memorize the picture of you naked in his bed.

“So damn beautiful,” he growled before falling upon you once again. His kisses were needy and hungry, working to quickly reignite your every sense. Your hands worked to slide his own shirt from his body, discarding it alongside your own clothing. The valleys of his abs called to you and you were unable to resist touching. Your fingers traveled the dips and rise of his torso, earning you panting groans from him. Testing, you allowed one hand to go even further downward. When he didn’t stop you at the hem of his pants, boldness overtook you and you grasped at the prominent bulge over the fabric.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward of their own volition. He let his head fall against your chest with rough kisses while you pressed and kneaded the length of him in wonder. He was very clearly a large man as he all but dwarfed your petite frame underneath him, but down there he was also exceptionally large.

“How in the world is this supposed to fit,” you wondered aloud while still stroking him. He chuckled darkly in your ear, rolling his hips into your touch.

“Why don’t we find out, Kitten.”

His mouth engulfed yours again while he worked to strip the pants from his body. His tongue swept into your mouth, undulating in a way that suggested he was about to do that to you with his cock. Finally his hips nestled between your thighs, and you could feel how big he was resting against your body. You opened as wide as you could for him while his hips continued rolling forward and back. While not penetrating, his cock still dragged deliciously against your folds, urging your heart to pick up pace in anticipation.

And then, gods, the moment he pierced you, you wanted to cum. His movement was infuriatingly slow as he allowed you time to become accustomed to his girth first, and then his length last. You let your head fall back into his pillows, his name tumbling from you as you clung to him desperately.

And then he stilled, though you could tell by his shaking that it took all of his effort to hold back.

“Fuck, you feel so good on me, Kitten,” he whined. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, ensuring that he couldn’t suddenly change his mind and pull away from you in that moment.

A slight tilt of your hips and a clenching of your walls, and he nearly collapsed atop you at the forceful pleasure that rocketed up his spine. His moan was deep, guttural, and damn near feral. It only goaded you into shifting your hips again to rattle him further. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and fuck the feel of him slamming so impossibly deep into you was almost enough to throw you over the edge.

“Sylus, please,” you whimpered to him. His gaze found yours and locked on as he so slowly pulled himself out, right to the tip. And then his hips rocketed forward and the force of him slamming into you all but ripped his name from you as a scream.

From there, the frenzied coupling reached a crescendo so quickly that neither of you were prepared for the full force of pleasure that toppled you over the edge. His cock was buried in you and responded in kind when your walls fluttered and milked him. You took every last bit he had to offer, and still he wasn’t done with you.

He shifted your legs so that the backs of your knees rested in his elbows, and he all but folded you in half while he pistoned into you. All you could do was cling to him, crying out in the pleasure he ripped so vehemently from you. The new position let him fuck into you even deeper somehow, and gods the way his cock dragged against your inner walls.

And the sounds he made only added fuel to the fire. Grunting moans, harsh whispers of praise, guttural growls. All of them possessed you, making you respond to him in kind between other cries of pleasure. His name became like a prayer with the frequency it tumbled from your lips, and gods when he growled out your name you were gone.

Climax swept through both of you again swiftly, more hot ropes of cum flooding you only to be used as lubricant while he continued to pound into you.

Three times he brought you over the edge and he jumped alongside you. Three times before he finally released your cramping legs and let them rest back around his hips. More marks dotted your body, and you added your own collection to his neck and chest.

Three times your body milked his, and yet he was still so impossibly hard inside you. You would be surprised if you weren’t leaking his cum for days after this.

“Fuck, Kitten, you feel so damn good. I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop fucking you,” he growled.

The pace of his thrusts slowed in reverent worship of your body. You could feel him more fully than the rapid driving of the last three rounds. You could feel how the scooped edge of the head caught and dragged along your walls, tugging and pushing electric shocks of pleasure that coursed through you. And gods the hard push of his hips when he buried fully to the hilt, the feel of his sac compressing against the slick of your combined cum. The sticky feel of it all when he pulls away with the obscene sounds echoing in the room with your twinned heavy breathing. The slow ascent of your pleasure was near infuriating, but you knew that the fall would be much sweeter, more intense.

“This is how I originally wanted to take you,” he murmured into your skin as he kissed the two marks on opposite ends of your collarbone. “But you feel too damn good, I couldn’t control myself.”

You could only respond with a moan as his cock continued to brush against that sweet spot inside you. Your legs slid up his body to bracket his torso, the slight shift just enough to give him even further access.

“Sylus, you feel so fucking good,” you whimpered to him, your nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. He was doing that a lot, almost as if he was trying to absorb the scent of you.

“Yes,” you hissed. “Take me.”

“Come with me, Kitten.”

At his words and a final hard thrust of his hips, you shattered beneath him. Your body arched off the bed, limbs jerking with your head thrown back into the pillows. His name echoed into the room from your pleasured screams. This climax was the most intense one you’ve ever had, threatening your consciousness with black spots dancing at the edge of your vision. It was like Sylus had lit your entire body on fire with electricity. It crackled through you, your body’s convulsing no longer yours to control as you just tried to continue to cling to him.

You could feel his own orgasm steamroll through him as well. His hips jerked erratically as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you. His moans in your ear were punctuated by panting breaths and guttural growls. His sac grew taut and then he was spilling into you once more. He experienced full body trembling, quivering, spasming, and his desperate moans filled the room with yours.

His cock finally seemed to be through and he slipped from you. He left the bed without a word, coming back seconds later from the bathroom with a warm rag to help clean you up and a cool glass of water that you chugged. You were embarrassed but grateful at his care- though it was almost for naught as the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other in the shower. It seemed like there would be a never ending stream of cum flowing from your cunt with how many times he couldn’t resist burying himself in you.

After several more rounds in various positions, you were finally tucked against him and nodding off to the sleep you should have had at least six hours ago.

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When you finally did wake, Sylus had stepped out with instructions to the twins to bring you breakfast and whatever else you wanted. Unfortunately for you, Sylus didn’t think about any kind of implications when he directed them to his room instead of your own. To make matters worse, you were bundled in his blankets, looking like you were still exhausted from a night of little to no sleep due to Sylus’s bullshit stamina.

The twins, though, were so obnoxiously delighted by the news that you “finally slept with the boss” that they kept trying to high five you whilst you were trying to fight them away out of embarrassment.

You got no peace that night or day, but it didn’t stop the contented grin that planted itself on your face.

[toji-bunny-girl]

Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you. 

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back. 

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area. 

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody. 

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight. 

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home. 

Or so he thought. 

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a fleshlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

[joelsgoldrush]

“give me all of that ultraviolence” | 2k

logan howlett x f!reader

SUMMARY: You give Logan head for the first time.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ implied age gap. dirty talk. kind of inexperienced reader. oral sex (m receiving). face fucking. dom!logan. a tiny bit of degradation. he guides you through the whole experience (shocking!!! i know)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HI PALS!!! yes i'm alive and kicking. yes university is killing me. so recently i’ve been OBSESSED with this man and i needed to write something for him. english is not my first language and i may have made some mistakes (if you encounter any you can tell me, i won't mind it). comments/likes/reblogs would be highly appreciated. i've got sooooo many ideas to write and i'm finally getting my hands on them. i missed you all so fucking much. hope you enjoy this!!!

It’s common knowledge that all humans have needs. Try as you may, there’s a primitive side that you can’t spare yourself from. You, as everybody else, have urges.

“Logan,” you basically mewl his name, five letters that roll off your tongue with little effort. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge you, his kisses growing harsher on the delicate skin of your neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you decide to try again, speaking a bit louder this time. “Logan, please.”

“What is it, honey?” he says, bitten lips still pressed to your pulse point. As you remain silent, he looks up at you, those big, brown eyes that you love so dearly almost completely dark now. “Do you want to call it a day?”

His question catches you off-guard. You cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, suddenly afraid that he might pull away from you. “No! Not at all. That’s- that’s not what I want at all, actually.”

“What do you want, then? You can tell me,” he kisses you on the lips, softly at first. What starts as nothing more than a sweet kiss turns into a needier one, his hard on poking you through your shorts. “Come on. Tell me, baby. What does my sweet girl want?”

“I want to suck you off, Logan,” you whisper as you latch your mouth onto his, and you can feel how he visibly tenses beneath you. His breath hitches in his throat when you grind your hips. “I really need it.”

From the very beginning of your relationship, you had made things crystal clear: you didn’t have much experience on this territory. For a man his age, he was totally understanding. He knew you had your own times, that for him to take you to bed would take longer. Truth be told, Logan was willing to go to the ends of the world for you. There was no use in forcing anything.

At present, the bulge amid his legs becomes even more noticeable as you get off his lap, playing with his belt. “Can I?” you ask him, amazed at how straightforward you’re being.

Logan stares at you, so far panting, lust glowing in his eyes. “Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters as he helps you undress him. His worn out jeans end up pooling around his ankles, and you locate yourself in between his legs. 

You’re on your knees, hands folded in front of you. Suddenly, it hits you, the shame of it all. How badly you want him, how desperate you are to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. How many nights you’ve dreamt of this moment, unable to stop that unbearable need of touching yourself every time you thought about pleasuring him.

That’s what you truly want. For him to use you.

“What’s wrong, princess? We’ve talked about this a lot of times. You know what to do,” you can’t help but stare at his crotch as you listen to him, and then he raises your chin with his finger, your lips parting unconsciously. You blink slowly at him, eyelashes fluttering together. At last, he seems to understand what you’re trying to tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, that cocky grin of his taking place where it belongs. “You want me to guide you, don’t you? Want me to tell you what to do? Know you like it when I go a bit off the rails.”

You moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut and nuzzling your cheek up against his palm. Slick gathers in your panties as you push your thighs together. “Please. Tell me what to do.”

“Take it out,” he instructs you, and you do as you’re told. Grabbing him by the base, you pull his cock out of his briefs. He twitches in your hand, and he’s so, so incredibly big. 

You stroke him once, testing the feeling. This you know how to do. You’ve given him hand jobs millions of times, although this one feels particularly different from the others.

He takes hold of your fist, applying a bit of pressure. “I’m sorry, baby. I think you got it all wrong. I’m the one who makes the calls here, okay?” he grunts, his brows knitted, and you only nod, salivating at the sight of his cock already leaking precum at the tip. Logan licks his lips, curling his hand around yours. “You do as I say. Now, stroke me. Nice. And. Slow,” he punctuates each of his words by moving both your hand and his in unison around his length. “That’s it, darling. You just need someone to boss you around from time to time, ain’t I right?”

One thing to know about Logan: he’s so full of himself on a daily basis, but he just gets worse in bed.

“My mouth,” you hover your lips over the head of his cock, all shiny and soft. He has let you go, both of his arms now flexed behind his head, as if he were appreciating how pathetic you must look on your knees, begging for him to allow you to taste him. “Let me.”

“Not yet,” his hips follow your tormenting pace, seeking the warmth that your skin radiates. He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip. You’ve no idea how a man so strong can become putty in your hands like this. “Greedy girl. I’m beginning to think you’ve set me up. Only a slut would get so worked up about having a cock in her mouth. What happened to my innocent girl? Gone with the wind, huh?”

“Please, Lo. I need it so bad,” you are whining, peppering his thighs with kisses. You inhale his musky scent, getting dizzy. “Give it to me. I’ll be good.”

Out of nowhere, Logan grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to arch your back. He scrutinizes your face, studying your blissed out demeanor. “I don’t doubt that. I’m sure you’ll be good. Otherwise, we’ll keep on trying. We have all night, and you have a good memory, just need to put it to use,” as he taps your lower lip with his tip, you catch him smirking. He repeats that same motion until he has you shivering from the excitement of being stuffed. ”Show me how much you need it. Go easy on it at first, okay? Don’t want you choking beforehand.”

You’re more than happy to comply.

Your tongue darts out to lick at his head, enveloping it between your lips. The salty taste of his precum invades your tastebuds, and you moan as you trace the veins of his cock with the pad of your thumb. “Tastes so good, Lo,” your voice sounds distant, almost unrecognizable to your own ears.

“I know, bub. Such a nice fucking mouth, can’t believe you’ve never done this before. I guess you’re a natural,” shaky fingers place a strand of hair behind your ears, patting your head as if you were a dog in heat. “Do you feel like bobbing your head a little?” he asks you, and you prepare yourself, attaching your mouth to his head once again. “Good. That’s good.”

With that being said, Logan fists your hair once again and shoves your face down, his hard cock tickling your throat. Your whines and his rapid breaths are the only sounds to be heard in your bedroom. He grins as he takes in the sight of you. “Oh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,” his index finger taps your cheek and he feels the outline of his own cock. “You know I can smell you, right? You’re fucking soaked, baby. Think you’ll leave a stain on the carpet? You’d clean it off with your tongue, wouldn’t you?”

You have no idea how he’s coming up with these things, but you’re far from annoyed. In fact, you’ve never been this wet. Your underwear must be ruined at this point, and you wish Logan would tell you to touch yourself.

After some minutes of bobbing your head up and down, he pulls you off his cock and you breathe through your mouth for the first time in a while. As you gasp for air, Logan kisses you, tasting himself. He massages the back of your neck, his cock throbbing between the two of you. “You tired?”

Your glossy eyes widen. Shaking your head, you go for his balls this time, sucking one of them while toying with the other. Logan buries his hands in your hair for what must be the hundredth time in the night, unable to stop himself. “F-fuck, that’s it. A pretty girl like you just gets what she needs,” he praises you, and you return to his length, taking as many inches as you can without hurting yourself. Tears shimmer in your eyes, yet you can’t bring yourself to care about that detail. You’re far too focused on Logan’s grunts and growls. “Keep that up and I’ll come. You heard me? You’re gonna make me fucking come, bub.”

His words ignite a fire inside you. You use your hands, your mouth, everything that you have to pleasure him. He’s getting closer and closer, thighs shaking when you pay special attention to his tip. Logan responds to each of your movements, and as you feel every coherent thought fly out the window, you try to take him all the way down your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. He cants his hips up, brutally fucking your mouth. Like a dog without a leash, Logan seems to get lost in the warmth that envelopes his cock, chasing his own release. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl. Nobody will fuck this mouth ever again. I’ll ruin you for any pathetic guy that tries to get in your pants. You’re fucking mine, darling. Oh, f-fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

You’re met with his happy trail once he spills his hot load inside your mouth. He keeps you trapped there, his cock twitching and spamming through the aftershocks of his orgasm. You don’t think twice and swallow what he’s giving you. Some of his cum slips from your lips, falling directly onto the carpet. Even Logan seems surprised when he doesn’t stop coming.

He helps you stand up after a moment, kissing you as soon as he gets the chance. He licks into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your hips. Logan lifts his eyebrows, relishing how cock-drunk you must look. “I think you nearly killed me. And that’s a lot to say coming from someone who cannot fucking die.”

You plaster a smile on your face, hugging his wide frame. “So, was I okay?”

His jaw goes slack, and he lowers his head to capture your lips in another kiss. “You were fantastic. I could easily get hard again just from thinking about it,” his fingers trace the buttons of your shirt, tugging at the fabric of it. “What if you let me focus on yourself for a while? You’ve already done enough, baby. Let me take care of you,” he rubs his hands on your thighs, reaching for your drenched panties. “Perhaps we could try something else today. That pussy’s begging to be fucked.” 

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