#A BAD BOY?????? WITH A HANDSOME FACE???? SUDDENLY HAVING A CHANGE OF HEART???????????
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hii! can i request where e42 miles and reader
break up and the reader finds someone new, and miles gets jealous, and so on.
— Dark Paradise
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42! miles morales x reader
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles breaks up with you to keep you safe from his prowler business. he expected that you would move on eventually, but that didn’t mean that he had to be okay with that.
warnings ✧˖ ° angst, hurt/comfort, possessivenesses, threatening, miles is a lil toxic, cheating (not on reader and don’t do this to people), breaking up then getting back together, a little suggestive in the end.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/pretty boy, carajo: shit, (mi) princesa: (my) princess.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i love seeing miles following after the reader like a puppy, i hope you enjoy that as well!
"you can't do this to me!" you exclaimed. "to us!"
his face was stone cold and just like the first time you two met, you couldn't read his eyes at all so you didn't know if he really wanted this or if he was doing it for some other selfish reason.
where did it all went wrong? you two were happy together then suddenly he was distant and cold towards you, pushing you away little by little until you finally noticed and confronted him about it and there you were now. him admitting to having loss feelings for you and breaking your heart with two words 'break up'.
"listen, it was all good, i won't lie. but things change, feelings change and i don't want you anymore." miles shrugged.
"this is just so easy for you, isn't it?" you snarled at him, then pointed to the door of your bedroom. "get out." you had refused to shed even a single tear in front of him.
"i don't want to end things on bad terms, ma." miles put his hands up.
"should've thought about it before you said you 'didn't want me anymore' as if i'm some object." you snapped at him. "now, get out of my house."
you started pushing him towards the door of your bedroom and when you pushed him out, you slammed the door shut behind him, locking it in the process. you leaned back against it and slid down, your hands coming up to your face, tears furiously falling down like a waterfall from your eyes, and sobs coming out of your throat one after another.
you sighed at the memory, your emotions had been uncontrollable and you never wanted to go through that again. that hurt like nothing else had hurt you in this world and you hated miles for being the cause of it.
now marked two months of your break up and last week you decided to give relationships a try again, but not before making sure that this guy you were going out with wasn't a stone hearted dumbass criminal that would leave you as if you were simple trash.
"how about this one?" your boyfriend, lucas, asked.
"yeah." you nodded pretending to like the plushie he was choosing to take out of the machine for you, he was so nice and it left a pain in your chest that you didn't feel anything for him.
sure, you liked him but it was a platonic feeling. you tried hard the past few days to at least feel a little spark with him but it was all in vain.
"you don't like it, do you?" he gave a shy smile, scratching his ear. something you noticed that he did when he was nervous or embarrassed. "it's okay, choose one and i'll take it out."
you tried to give him a comforting smile, but it came out awkward. "i like that one." you pointed at the one you liked the most.
lucas nodded and put the amount of money needed in the machine and started guiding the control towards the plushie you chose.
"come on, bonito, you can do it!" you encouraged him, accidentally calling him by the pet name you used to call miles. even though it was an accident you made no attempt to correct it and instead dismissed the thought of miles (or at least tried to).
"carajo!" lucas exclaimed when the plushie fell back down after picking up with the metal grabber.
"move, man." lucas got pushed away from the machine. "let me show you how to do this properly."
"you can't be serious." you deadpanned at miles. "what are you doing here, miles?"
"it's an arcade, mami." miles said innocently. "anyone can come here."
you rolled your eyes, but he was right.
lucas frowned at miles, "if you wanted to use it, you could've just asked. no need to be fucking aggressive."
miles ignored him for a moment, putting money inside the machine, controlling the metal grabber thing and grabbing the exact plushie you had picked out and successfully pulling it out of the machine, bending down to take it out and giving it to you.
"here, princess." he said, but when you didn't take it he just grabbed your arm and put it around the plushie. "remember that you only have one bonito in your life." he told you, eyes going hard a little bit but they turned to complete stone when he looked at lucas. "and you, watch your tone."
"who the fuck do you think you are?" lucas asked, angrily.
"her one and only." miles shrugged and walked away.
his corny ass.
"don't listen to him," you told lucas and started making your way to the nearest trash can, pulling him along and throwing the plushie inside. "let's go somewhere else."
you and lucas had been dating for three weeks now and outdoor dates were impossible for both of you because miles kept showing up everywhere you two went, always finding a way to put some type of claim over you in front of lucas and you could tell that the boy was getting tired of miles since once his sweet soul even tried to talk things out without using violence but it ended with miles punching him and a fight breaking out between the two that miles, obviously, won.
now, you and lucas were hanging outside school waiting for your group of friends to come out so you could all go to the park together.
"we could skate." you suggested when lucas asked for ideas of what to do for your next date.
"that sounds dangerous."
miles would've agreed about skating together, you and him enjoyed doing that a lot. he taught you how to do it and it bought back fond memories.
"what about playing board games?"
"that's boring to do with a girlfriend."
miles enjoyed beating you every single time so he would have agreed to play that with you in a heartbeat.
"oh! how about painting?"
"i don't know how to paint."
miles was an artist, he did graffiti and sketched (sometimes). he had taught you how to draw many things and would've said yes to that idea just to feel the intimacy of teaching you more stuff.
"then come up with something on your own." you rolled your eyes.
"come on, sweetheart." lucas laughed. "are you really going to get mad at me for that?"
"of course, she will." miles suddenly appeared again. "you're boring as fuck, man. which is why she would never be yours."
"miles, don't start." you said, already tired of his ass. but deep inside you even if you didn't want to acknowledge it, you always looked forward to the moment that he would show up.
"hola, princesa." miles smirked, looking at you up and down. "you look good."
he said that even though you were wearing the uniform but it made you feel warm inside.
"can you leave my girlfriend alone?"
"can you stop calling her yours?" miles raised an eyebrow. "she is not yours and would never be. she already belongs to me."
"i belong to none of you, i'm my own person." you said, why the fuck were they talking like you weren't there? like you were some object?
miles chuckled, a deep one that had his head throwing back and he looked at you, a dark glint in his eyes. "you and i both know that is not true." then he leaned in to you, but lucas pushed him away. "see you later, princesa. mi princesa." he added the last bit with a smirk.
"and you're lucky i'm in a hurry, or i would've knocked your ass down." he told lucas then winked your way before finally leaving.
as you laid on your bed, you couldn't help but think about everything that has happened this past few weeks that had to do with miles.
at first after your break up he ignored you completely and it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him, but if he wanted to be on good terms he could have at least spoken to you and apologized yet he didn't.
then the moment you started dating again, he suddenly reappears in your life. acting as if you were an object that he had absolute possession of, and it made you so mad that the only way to get his attention was to be with someone else.
"you dumb bitch." you cursed, slapping your hand against your face. "this whole time..."
this whole time you were just trying to get miles' attention or trying to replace him with lucas, you weren't trying to 'give relationships a try again' it was all bullshit.
you have been comparing every single thing that lucas did to miles, every single decision that lucas had made would make you think of what miles would do in his place. it was like you were wishing that lucas would turn into miles this entire time.
"i have to see him..." you whispered. "now."
you stood up, not even bothering to change out of your pijamas and ran out of your house and into the dangerous night. miles lived two blocks away and you hoped that he wasn't doing some prowler business since it was at this time in which he would normally work.
when you got there, you grabbed the key hiding in the plant pot and opened the door. you left all regrets behind you and stepped in, there was no movement in the kitchen area and the living room so ms. morales was probably doing a night shift.
"miles?" you called out, then made your way to his room. "miles." you stood outside the door of his room and sighed before knocking.
“hey, princesa.”
you jumped and turned around. miles was standing right behind you, head cocked to the side looking at you up and down.
“gosh, you scared me.” you put a hand on your chest.
“you’re the one in my house.” miles said.
you realized that he was wearing his prowler suit so he must have just came back from some mission.
“i want you to tell me what do you want with me?” you went straight to the point.
“i want everything with you. get marry, have kids, die together and all of that corny ass shit.” miles sighed.
“then why did you break up with me?” you asked, hurt clear in your voice.
“i was threaten by someone, this person was way too dangerous and they found out about you and i just couldn’t let you be hurt, i mean you’re everything to me.” miles confessed. “but now, they aren’t a problem anymore. it took time but my uncle and i took care of it.”
“so this person only happened to know about me? what about your mom?” you raised a suspicious eyebrow.
“thankfully, they didn’t know about my mom but the only reason they found out about you was because i made the mistake of going to your house right after a mission.” he explained.
you nodded, not knowing if you should believe him but it didn’t matter. nothing mattered anymore because you wanted miles and his name and face was the only thing in your mind.
“i want you to end things with that little hispanic boy.” miles said after a while of silence.
“you’re hispanic too.” you said with a little smirk.
“i know, that’s why you got with him.” miles grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss which you reciprocated.
your arms came around his neck while one of his came around your waist and the other hand grabbed a handful of your ass making you let out a gasp into the kiss. “mine.” he murmured. “all mine.”
“all yours.” you agreed before connecting your lips with his again.
his lips tasted sweet and you weren’t surprised because they always had that taste on them, making you want more of it and you couldn’t get enough. you needed him to keep kissing you all night long, in the morning, the afternoon and during the night again. you wanted his kisses to last forever.
“who’s the only bonito in your life, princesa?” he asked as he kissed down your neck, biting softly here and there.
you didn’t answer, too lost in the feeling of his lips and the pleasure that they were bringing you which caused miles to let go of your ass so that he could wrap his hand around the back of your neck and pull your face to look at him.
“answer me.” it sounded like an order and knowing miles you had no doubt it was.
“you are.” you told him, a little breathless. “i love you, bonito.”
“and i love you, mi princesa.” miles smiled and opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.
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﴾ out of the blue, part two.
pairing: ot8 x f!reader, part one
genre: one-shot, idol au, smut
word count: 14,5k
warnings: gangbang ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ small choking ⋆ biting ⋆ marking ⋆ ass slapping ⋆ one!pussy slap ⋆ oral (m. and f. receiving) ⋆ fingering (f. receiving) ⋆ squirting ⋆ multiple!creampie ⋆ cum eating ⋆ rimming and fingering (f. receiving) ⋆ anal ⋆ boobjob! ⋆ double penetration! ⋆ cowgirl! and reverse cowgirl!position ⋆ doggy style! and ass up, face down!position ⋆ daddy kink (guess for who) ⋆ small boy and boy action—the guys are just really close but nothing happens
summary: after some much needed alone time with your boyfriend on his birthday, you somehow forgot about his friends coming over…
author’s note: y’all was hungry for part two so here it is and thank you all for the support!
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You were gasping for air, hands in your lap and legs tucked underneath you as you try to make yourself as small as possible. However there is no way you could hide from any of their eyes. This whole situation shouldn’t make you feel so excited, yearning for anything to happen. This was all your boyfriend’s idea, you thought, looking at his figure sitting on your loveseat, watching all of this so innocently but you could see right through him. He likes this idea as much as you do, well he wanted it first for some odd reason, you are just trying to pick up any self dignity left in you.
You sat on the couch with two of his friends, you at the corner, trying to conceal yourself. Your eyes catch the hard eyes of the leader of the band, face scrunched up into an expression you know he does if truly impressed. It makes you pick up the tulle of your babydoll, keeping your hands occupied as you suddenly feel something shift beside you. The room is quiet, awfully so, everyone waiting for someone to pick up the conversation and it was no other than the cute guy with puffy cheeks and pouty lips.
You turn your head to him. He sits next to you, though now closer, moving slowly like he is being careful not to scare you away. Is it bad you want your boyfriend’s friends to fuck you? “You look pretty.” Han says, looking at your face but his eyes keep glancing down at your push up bra. Your breath hitches as his hand slowly comes to your breast, stopping to caress only with his finger the lace of your bra. You swear you could feel his touch burning you.
“We don’t have to do this, Y/N.” Spoke up Chan, making you snap your head into his direction. He out of everyone looks slightly less deranged from this situation, in exception the youngest doesn’t even want to look at you. “We can pretend like this never happened. We already talked about it–“
“You talked about this?” You breathe out in small shock, eyes wide. The hand hovering over your breast suddenly comes to your thigh, squeezing it. You glance back at Han, heart pumping wildly. His whole demeanor seem to change as the only thing on his mind is your skin against his.
Licking his pretty, pink lips, he looks up with a small cheeky smile on his lips. “We did. Everyone would really like to make this whole fantasy come true.”
“Don’t act so innocent now, Y/N.” Says Seungmin. “We heard how much you like this idea.”
Your lips are pressed against each other into a thin line, head hanging low. How could you not when your boyfriend was giving it to you all so good and then talked about his equally handsome friends joying you two. A finger raises your head back up by your chin, making you look into the dark eyes of one of his friends. You almost sigh in annoyance at his unmoving hand on your thigh. “Do you like it, Y/N?”
Shivering, you close your eyes for a moment, before opening them again. This isn’t a dream, this is literally your dirtiest fantasy come true. You always wanted to be tossed around, used and fucked dumb that the only thing on your mind is them. Everyone would kill to be in your position right now. From dating one of the most desirable man right now, to be touched like this by his friends — to be fucked by all of them. You don’t know what makes Felix so horny about this from his point but he definitely likes it as much as you. Looking into his eyes you only see desire, almost pleading but he would never push you into something you wouldn’t like. Oh, but you love it. “Yes!” You say, leaning over to get closer to Han. Your voice is raspy as your mind is overfilling with dirty thoughts. “Fuck, I love it..please fuck me, all of you.”
Your hands fly to his shirt, crunching it up in your fists. Han breathes out shakily, eyes shining in the setting sun, peaking out of the window. He grabs your forearms tightly, making your boobs push flush together. “Damn, love. You sure know how to use the proper words…” Exclaims Minho, voice on an edge, he was slightly shock by your sudden boldness.
Heart beats wildly inside your chest, looking into the eyes of your boyfriend’s friend, faces so close but you still had to make sure… “Can I Felix?” You mumble, tightening your grip on the shirt, while glancing at your boyfriend.
His eyes were wide, licking his lips at the sight before him. “I think he wants this more than you do.” Teases Changbin, glancing at your boyfriend’s obvious bulge. Some of them laugh at the words but your attention is only on Felix who wipes his sweaty palms onto his sweatpants.
He watches his close friend leaning over your body, lips dangerously close to the pulse point on your neck. He can’t miss the twinkle in his eyes and the way he grips your arms closer to his slightly exposed chest. Felix slowly nods his head, sealing the deal. The answer fills the heavy air and you sigh out as Han in front of you finally presses his lips onto your neck.
He firstly kisses the skin softly, testing if you don’t mind but you only pull him closer at that. You feel light headed from the way his kisses become progressively more rough. He, for a moment stops, turning his head to look you in your eyes, pulling your hands away from his shirt. Words weren’t exchange but you understood immediately, loosening your grip on the material and he on the other hand does something different. His hold travels over your arms to your wrist, awaking goosebumps all over your body. His movements stop there, pressing your wrist together, before pulling your arms above your head.
You gasp out as he slowly makes you fall back onto the couch, pressing your arms by your wrists on the headrest. It’s been a long time since you felt so helpless under someone, it makes a different kind of emotions run through you. You never felt cornered or intimidated by Han, he was always so sweet to you and in some way he reminded you of your boyfriend. The two were always sweet, bright smiles all over their faces but you should’ve known better. Even by dating Felix for a while now, he still surprised you by his dominance sometimes but you never guessed Han to be the same. He towers over you now, hips dangerously close to yours as he kneeled between your open legs. God, you have to buy some new panties.
He lowers himself closer to you, chests pressing together and both of you sighing. You could feel his well made muscles on your chest and he could definitely feel your hard nipples poking him through the layers of clothing. Your mouth opens in silent gasp as his knee grazes over your crotch and he uses your surprise by pressing his lips to yours. There are pillowy, you could taste his cherry chapstick on them, making you moan on his tongue that grazed over your teeth. It feels so dirty and wrong to kiss someone other than your boyfriend and literally infront of him but you now know that this could basically make him cum in his pants, like he did the first time he ate you out.
You are right however by your statement that Han is in some way similar to your boyfriend. The boy was whimpering like crazy, whining with you as he made you roll your hips onto his knee. You are dizzy from his touch, completely at his mercy, enjoying the fact that he could do whatever he desires with your body — all of them. You must be fucked in the head, already leaking onto his jeans but as your head rolls to the side, your eyes open. The guys are chewing on their lips, Hyunjin already palming himself slightly to relief some tension, even Jeongin now couldn’t help but glance at you.
Changbin tsks, just as Han starts to again lick at your neck. “Who said you could go first?” He says, raising up to his feet. He looks so good like this, eyes staring at you from above and the way his shirt clinged onto his chest and arms, made your pussy clench around nothing.
The boy for a second pulls away from you, only pressing his face onto your collarbones. “Who said I couldn’t?” He fires back, pulling himself up to his knees to look at you, still holding your hands over your head.
You glance back at the other who now leans over you, caging you to the couch with one of his hands on the cushion. The way his muscles jump at the stretch, makes your face flush with heat. You, one night once shared your adoration about his muscles with your boyfriend who also has a small thing for them. “You won’t mind us sharing, right?” You open your mouth to say your answer but a chocked cough echoes in the room, making you all look to that direction.
“Before we do anything, we should probably talk about safe words first.” Says Chan, like the good leader he is but you could see the way his face is deeply flushed even from here. “What’s your safe word, babygirl?”
You visible shiver at the nickname and his voice that dropped in tone. Hands come to you thighs caressing you, for a moment you forgot to answer, looking down and seeing two sets of hands at each one of your legs. “The traffic light…” Your voice is almost too quiet because how can you talk when two beautiful men are touching your sensitive thighs? You hope that none of the comes across that one sensitive spot…
“Use it if you need it, we can stop anytime you want…you understand?” You nearly again missed his question, watching Han as he kisses the inside of your right knee while Changbin’s hand travels teasingly up and down your leg. You, for a second meet Minho’s eyes from behind Han’s head.
“Yes…” You whimper, biting your bottom lip at the embarrassing sound, closing your eyes. A thumb touches your lip before you could bite at it even more, making you look into the dark eyes of the man. Changbin experimentally, after you release your lip from the cages of your teeth, trails his thumb over the inside of your mouth. If you had a mirror, you’d be blushing at your already messy state, lifting your hand to take the thumb inside your mouth.
“Tell me the words.” Orders the leader, voice cracking at the end, like in a groan. The hands around your wrists loosen, but you still had them there, hearing a small ’good girl’ from the corner of the room. Next you feel kisses on your knee again, watching as Han slowly makes his way lower and lower while making an so intense eye contact that you almost whimper again.
The thumb in your mouth goes deeper, pressing on your tongue, you could feel the saltiness of his skin or was it your pathetic tears you were tasting? Changbin’s eyes are peaking at you from behind his disheveled hair, chest heaving up and down wildly. You at the moment remembered that you still have to answer as the kisses aren’t traveling far enough for you nor the boy who isn’t touching you no more. “Green for keep going, y-yellow to slow down–“ You squeal slightly when Han touches you with his hand right where your thigh meets your pubic bone. No way he already found it. “–and red to stop.” You finish, eyes wide at those watching you from beneath. You don’t like the smirk on his face.
“Good girl.”
You gasp around the thumb in your mouth, drooling slightly. “Careful sweetheart, Channie here has a daddy kink.”
“I do not!” Defends Chan himself by the remark made by Minho. You however feel your pussy thighten around nothing for some reason at this small information. You have seen a video of Chan calling himself daddy as a joke but you don’t think he was joking at all. And you can’t say that he didn’t look like one.
“What’s your color, sweetheart?” Says Changbin, ignoring the bickering as the prettiest girl is right under him.
You look up at him, eyes glassy. How is this even a question? “Green.” You say, voice mumbled by his thumb pressing down on your tongue. The two men smile at your words and finally Changbin switches his thumb with his own tongue.
You groan at his taste and you couldn’t help but to pull your hands from behind your head to run through his curls. The skirt of your babydoll is lifted up to your soft tummy, fingers traveling over your skin while you make out with another of your boyfriend’s friends. A loud gasp comes from your mouth, pulling away from Changbin as you feel Han sucking right at your spot. Your hips jump wildly, in shock from how one of your sensitive spots is so roughly stimulated. It tickles slightly and Han couldn’t help but laugh at how much you are sensitive there. He didn’t expect that it would be that much. His laugh vibrates on your skin, it is so embarrassing how wet you are getting, you could feel your wetness pooling under you. “Sensitive there, huh?” Joins Changbin, mumbling the words against your gaping mouth.
The way Han’s fingers are pressing tightly on your hips, trying to keep them from moving while basically making out with your sweet spot is almost enough to make you cum. His mouth is so close to your pussy, basically feeling it on you from how his saliva mixes with your arousal and damping even more the lace of your underwear. When he suddenly bites down on the spot, his teeth dangerously tugging at the edge of your panties you whine out. “Please!”
Changbin looks at you with mock confusion, Minho peaking from behind the other and cooing at your words. “You have to ask for what you want, pretty or nothing.” His eyes go to the strap of your outfit that slides down your shoulder and he couldn’t help but marvel over your tits.
You bang your head down on the couch, hips raising desperately as Han only bites you more at your desperate movements. There definitely is going to be a spot after but you didn’t talk about marking, so you won’t say anything against it. “Please…” You try again, eyes filling with small tears. You feel so little at the thought of begging in this room filled with men waiting for their own turn to fuck you. You raise your head to look down at Han who for a second stops his sucking at your sensitive skin. “-need your mouth.”
“Where?” He smirks, making you whine, head rolling away to possible hide from the watchful eyes. Changbin doesn’t like your lack of answer as well as his companion, grabbing you roughly by the chin to make you look back at him.
“I thought you would be good to us.”
“I am!”
“No…” He says, clicking his tongue, other hand traveling down to the bottom of your skirt, only pulling it up more. “Be good and tell us what you want.”
You close your eyes for a moment but your self respect already left the room minutes ago, the moment they saw you. “Please, Han-“ The man looks at you in expectation. “Eat my pussy, please, I need you so bad.”
He groans at your words, eyes rolling back and pulling at the material of your underwear in hurry. The hand on your chin maneuvers you to its owner, his tongue fucking your mouth messily. You raise your hips, helping the other to remove the necessary piece of clothing. As the cold air hit your folds, you realize that you’re exposed to someone completely new but however before you could completely cross your legs, Han manhandles you, making your hips momentarily lift from the couch. You yelp as he lifts your bottom half before bending it so your legs are up, your whole pussy on display for the whole room.
His hands hold your legs up by the bottom of your thighs and your mind goes completely blank as his wet, hot tongue laps a straight, long line through your folds. Gasping out, your hand grasps the shoulder of his friend who pulls away from you to have a look at how much of a mess you are. Han eats you out like starved, saliva everywhere, tongue lazily licking you all up and juices dripping down your legs. You whine, whimper, noises so filthy that they made you embarrassed but your reaction only made the boy go faster, eyes shining with his own tears of pleasure.
Minho as everyone else couldn’t help but to stare at you with longing. His friend is so lucky, pussy as pretty as your pleasured face and the sounds? He has to lean over the body of his friend who is now sucking at your cute, little clit to have a better look. His body presses against his, hand running up his back and to the the back of his neck, before it pulls at his head. Han face is completely red, face completely covered in you and the only thing he could smell are your sweet juices. “Don’t be selfish, Hannie…tell us how she tastes.” The second oldest says, hand still at his hair, making his head fall back in delight.
“So fucking good, hyung.” He says, grinning wildly at his friend. “You have to taste her…”
Minho humms at his words, before shocking you as he swipes his finger on Han’s lips before putting into his mouth. You curse silently at the sight but it still reaches his ears, making him smirk down at you both. “Hmm, you are right—she does taste so fucking good–“ He groans, tilting his head at you. “Wonder what her own mouth can do…Changbin, would you mind testing for us?” He smacks his lips again at your tangy taste.
Your eyes travel to the named man who plays with your bottom lip. “How is she with her mouth, Yongbok?”
Everyone turns to him, you also. Felix wakes up from his trance as his friends and girlfriend look at him suddenly. You wanted to ask him if he is all good but deep down you just know — know that he is getting off to this. “What?” He asks, voice tiny, Seungmin and Hyunjin snicker at his reaction.
“Is she good with her mouth?”
Looking at his best friend he glances back at you, giving you a small smile. “The best.” The blonde says proudly, making you flush as all of them answer in series of sighs, ‘aaaa’ and ‘ohhh’.
Changbin turns back at you, slowly standing up and to your delight his crotch perfectly hovered over your face. “Want you…” You say, words falling from mind out of your mouth before you could think them over. Your words seem to surprise him for moment as well as your hands on his upper thighs, nails piercing the material of his black jeans. The look on his face told you that he has zero patience left in him and same goes for you, pulling his tight shirt up his stomach. Your mouth waters at his soft yet defined tummy, fingers helping him unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants.
His cock hits your chin before you could even take a good look at him and when you do your mouth opens with no words coming out. He was thicker than your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but imagine how he would feel stretching you out. You however still have in your mind that your boyfriend is perfect for you and you will always stand by it. You moan loudly as Minho suddenly pulls Han’s head back into your pussy, Changbin taking your surprise by shoving his tip into your mouth.
He tasted sweet, tip so thick and flushed that it almost looked like it hurts but you are already swallowing it all down. He groans as you took him deeper as well as you could while you are being eaten out. “Fuuck, isn’t she pretty?” The man before you rasps out, head rolling back as your tongue flicker over the prominent vein on his dick.
“The prettiest.”
You don’t even know who said that as you are pretty occupied at the moment. You choke around him as you take him deeper into your mouth, drool already rolling down your chin. The whole room was filled with nasty, wet sounds of your cunt and your mouth trying to take down the biggest dick you probably had. Han doesn’t seem to want to breathe, you don’t wonder why Minho has his fingers still in his hair, pulling his head up to let him take a breath while it only edges you further. You think you were close almost three times so far and the way Minho who quickly picked up on your expressions of frustration did it only to tease you more, makes you want to cry. He is evil but he knows, it will only make you cum harder.
You moan around the cock in your mouth, slurping it all up as it hits the back of your throat. Gagging, Changbin pulls you away to let you breathe, gulping in air but it is hard as the mouth on your pussy only licks more into you. Han pulls away slightly to stretch your lips apart by his fingers before sticking his whole tongue inside your tight hole. You almost scream at the feeling, you have never been fucked by someone’s tongue this way and it set the inside of your tummy on fire. “I cuuuming—“ You whine out, eyes squeezing shut, legs shaking wildly, still being held up. It hurt so bad but also so good…
“So soon?” Teases the cat like man, already seeing how he would make his friend pull away from you. It made you cry out.
“Please, let me cum—I’ve been good!”
Minho who wasn’t even doing much to you seems to be the one controlling your whole body. “Don’t ask me.” He surprises you, making you look at him just as he gestures to the man eating your pussy.
You feel yourself hanging right on the edge, hand caresses the side of your head, making it tilt to the direction for everyone to see. “Please, Hannie, I’m so close, let me cum, please, please–“ He doesn’t answer too busy fucking his tongue inside your hole and you are thankful as you are almost tasting your sweet release. When his thumb circle your puffy, red clit you immediately fall apart on his tongue, hand shooting to grab at his hair, right on top his friend’s.
You see black spots behind your eyes that roll back inside your head, body arching off the couch. Even after cumming Han doesn’t stop, only going harder and after already three orgasms in one day, it makes your whole body shake. “No more!” You plead, surprising yourself by pulling him away from you, clit twitching even after not being touched anymore. Both of you try to catch your breath from your earth shattering orgasm. Curses after curses flying out of everyone’s mouth because of how amazing you just looked cumming. Your boyfriend is so lucky to have a girl like you.
Your eyes open again, sticking together a little by your mascara running down your cheeks and you at the moment realize you still had big, now leaking cock before your face. You don’t know if it was the orgasm but something made you want even more. You want to taste everyone. Know how each one of them fucks and looks while cumming only for you. You surprise the man before you with pulling him by his hips to swallow his whole cock. He gasps in pleasure and amazement at you taking his whole cock down your throat, thank god your throat was already used enough for you to do that.
“Fuck, I need to fuck you.” Moans Han, you in response humming around his friend’s cock. Your hand grabs Changbin’s, him letting you lace it though your hair and you completely still at that.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?” You nod but that wasn’t enough for him.
Your eyes flicker to Han who pulls down his t-shirt over his head, for a second looking dumbly at his slim waist and defined muscles while a string of saliva connects you to Changbin. “Fuck my mouth.” You repeat as the other pulls down his pants slightly before stopping.
“Does anybody have a condom?”
“No!” You answer too quickly, everyone looking at you with wide eyes. You don’t usually let anyone go raw, even before meeting your amazing boyfriend you have never let anyone but you trusted them and you even think that some maybe have also never done it. Sex or going raw? Probably both. “We don’t have to…” You try to reason a little, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend who looked anything but against it. Gosh, he is so dirty, it’s sinful…
“Fuck, you are going to let me fuck you raw?” Asks Han who rubs the skin of your thighs, warming them up with his touch. His eyes are wide in excitement, pants low enough to make you get a glimpse of the base of his cock, small hairs on his pubic bone. You nod with a small smile, making him pull his dick out and as his whole body, he is beautiful. Long enough to hit the most sensitive spots and curved perfectly at the tip.
“Do your hear that Felix? You gonna let him fuck your girlfriend raw?” Spoke up Seungmin, eyes wild just as his blonde hair.
“Whatever my baby wants.”
You whimper at his words, eyes looking into his before you feel the tip of Han’s cock entering you as well as Changbin raising your head to take him again in your mouth. “Color?” Asks the man between your legs, skin glistening under the light.
“Green.” You murmur around the cock in your mouth and he at that pushes himself inside you fully. If he didn’t hear you and Felix fucking or if didn’t eat you out like starved, he might have preped you a little but you are a big girl. You’re going to take it all.
Your ears ring, completely deaf and oblivious of your loud moans of pleasure as Han snaps his hips into yours. The way the hair at the top of his cock grinds over your used clit, makes you only gush more around him. You could feel every vein on him, tip kissing just at you cervix while you try so desperately to keep up with the other cock in your mouth. You just lay there under them, Changbin using your mouth as he pleases, hissing every time you swallow around him. “You feel so fucking good–holy shit!-“ Han looks and sounds already spend, gasping every time your gummy walls would clench around him. He falls over you, hands balancing himself only by your tits that he grabs at.
“I don’t think I will last–“ He laughs, slightly in embarrassment but you only encourage him by gripping at the hand playing with your sensitive nipple. “Fuck where do you want me?”
You are at that pulled away abruptly from the the cock in your mouth that you feel twitching on your cheek. “Wherever you want…” You rasp out, eyes hooded.
He whimpers quietly only for your ears as others only hear the sound of skin slapping. He looks slightly in panic, not knowing where to cum, it was cute if he wouldn’t be fucking you so hard. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tits-“ You nod in agreement, him straightening his back to pull the top of your bra down, making your tits spill out, nipples hardening even more from the cold air.
His hips shutter, pulling out quickly but some of his cum still lands on your cunt. Changbin lets you shuffle down a little for his friend to completely cover you in his cum. The warm liquid drips over your tits, pooling into your cleavage and it was so lot of it that even he has to gasp at the sight. “Holy fucking–“ He doesn’t let himself finish before lowering his head to take your left nipple into his mouth.
You gasp at his teeth grazing it and at the way how dirty this feels, seeing him suck his release from your skin. To your displeasure he is again pulled away by Minho who makes room for Changbin to grab you by your hips and pull you down the couch, so your whole ass is hanging from the couch. However he holds you tightly in his arms by your hips and before you could talk he slides inside you till he hits your cervix.
You don’t even say anything, only gasping in short breaths at his immediate fast pace. He stretched you out, the slight sting only making you more crazy in the head. Your hands grap roughly at the cushion behind your head, gripping for dear life to try and find some sanity left in you. You could feel him twitching already inside of you because your mouth is too good not to blow right away, he really held himself together till now, just so he could feel you clamping down on him. How are going to take all of them, you don’t know but you just have to — you need it.
“Gonna cum inside, yeah?” He announces, you only grasping at his shirt that keeps riding up his stomach. You can’t help but put your legs around his hips, pulling him closer if that’s even possible and to your surprise you do but it also makes him go deeper. His left hand wraps around your middle while the other grabs your chin to pull you into a kiss.
You both gasp as his hips snap into you so roughly you knock your head into the back of the couch, feeling him empty himself inside of you. The fact his cum is probably now mixing with your boyfriend’s makes you break out in a sob. As he puts your bottom half back on the couch, he pulls out of you slowly, his cum immediately leaking out of you. “Fuck me.” Someone speaks up, your glassy eyes only meeting with Felix’s, hand squeezing his still covered cock.
You catch your breath, well you try to, sitting up next to the guys who almost now sat on top of each other. Your hair sticks to your forehand, making you wipe the substance off when Han already back at least in his boxers tilts his head at you. “But you didn’t say I could…” You are confused, mind still hazy but thankfully there is someone who answers for you.
“She asked you, idiot.” Says Seungmin, walking up to you slowly, making you gulp as he comes to grab your chin. “Your bad, maybe next time buddy.” You hate how you only got more excited by his words, also having a feeling that this definitely isn’t the last time you will let them use you.
Minho gestures for the boy next to him to move, him doing just that as you know are between him and Seungmin. As you calm down your racing heart you realize your tits are out as also your whole bottom half visible for anyone. You bashfully cross your arms, eyes everywhere but the two of them but you only meet eyes with Chan who already has his own on where your hands were. You somehow forgot about the others as you were literally just fucked into the couch.
Soft touch at your arms around your breasts as well as on your crossed legs, makes your body relax a little. You look at your right at Seungmin who held a surprising softness in his eyes. They are all so sweet to you…”Do you want to keep going?” You nod at his words, mirroring the smile on his face. “Color?”
“So fucking green.”
Minho laughs shortly, you turning to him to catch just in time his gorgeous smile. It makes you feel blessed. “Good because we are not going to be so gentle with you.” You wonder how because what happened just a moment was already enough but you couldn’t help but yearn for more.
He doesn’t see any signs of you backing out and he has to say you’re a little slutty for being already horny again, waiting for new people to pleasure your body. Minho leans to lick your bottom lip, you gasping at the contact as your head is pulled back to give room for the other to kiss down your neck. Minho bites your bottom lip, enjoying your little sighs. He keeps doing that and without you even knowing, pulling away your arms from your chest. You only notice it by the cold air hitting your cum covered nipples.
Seungmin blew cold air at your sticky skin, goosebumps appearing on your body before putting his mouth back at the same spot. He sucks at the skin where your neck meets your ear before biting down for the sole purpose to create a hickey. You gasp at his boldness and him using your surprise to trail his hand down to cup your dripping center. Two people on you, pleasuring you with their mouths is a little much but also not enough at the same time. You want them to consume you whole and then spit you out like the slut you are.
Minho pulls away from your mouth, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you say Seungmin? Should we bend her over the couch?”
The named man looks at his friend, mockingly thinking. “The slut doesn’t deserve the comfort-“ He looks at you while saying that dirty name but you only look back at him with longing. No one called you that before and in any other situation with someone other than your boyfriend or his friends you wouldn’t like that but you now feel like him calling you that is quite fitting — because you do feel like one.
“You’re quite right.” Smirks the man with red hair, staring at you like you were something filthy to look at. “Get on the floor.” Your mouth hangs open. “Now.”
Slowly and clumsily you let yourself slide down the couch till your knees hit the carpet. You look up from there to the other side of the couch, now closer to you than before. How Hyunjin and Chan are staring down at you, makes you shake with exception because you couldn’t wait for them to have their turn. Your eyes look at the youngest who sits next to Changbin, under his legs the cute boy with puffy cheeks. You are slightly concern as because Jeongin simply doesn’t want to meet your eyes, big hands palming his baggy jeans but you know that if he wouldn’t want to be here, the others would’ve already do something about it.
Your staring is interrupted as someone’s hands push you down on to your hands, pulling your ass immediately back to them. Turning around you of course see the older one needing the flesh of your ass. You watch him pull his shirt between his teeth and you at that feel his cock leakage on your ass cheek. You would do anything to see him right now as well as also his body, knowing about the little scar on his stomach and you feel your heart in someway skip a beat because he is now showing it freely and comfortably.
Your head is turned back around, gasping as Seungmin already pulled himself out of his pants. He was so long and veiny, you wonder how you’re going to take him all into your mouth, already feeling your jaw hurting at the sight. You think back at how they talked about how rough they will be with you and when Minho suddenly slides his whole dick inside of you, you think you’re going to black out by the end of it.
Your whine breaks into groan as the older snaps his hips back before burring himself back inside of you with roughness you have never felt before. Your lips touch the tip of Seungmin’s cock, smearing his precum over your lips, like your own personal brand of lipgloss. Your tongue pokes out to lick away the salty liquid, before rolling out of your mouth to let him grind his tip all over your tongue. He groans at the sight and how your eyes are barely open from his friend’s movements. He really does have the dancer hips.
When you teasingly with the tip of your tongue poke at the underside of his cockhead, he grabbed you by your hair to finally bury himself into your mouth. You don’t even gag anymore, throat completely relaxed for his cock but you can’t say the same about your cunt that keeps clenching around Minho. He bites down hard at the material between his teeth, already soaked in his saliva before letting it fall from his mouth to speak up. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
His words are followed by the feeling of his thumb at the rim of your ass, waking you up from your fucked out state. You don’t move for a second, letting his thumb circle over the hole that is already wet from your leaking slick. When you however suddenly feel his thumb breaching the tight rim of muscles, you tap hurriedly at Seungmin’s thigh who pulls you from him by your hair.
Your vision is a bit blurry when looking back at the man who stopped all of his movements. “I-I-“ You try to gulp for air, shaking your head wildly in embarrassment, not meeting anyone’s eyes. A sudden slap rings around the room, you yelping from the harsh sting given by the man behind you.
“W-what, s-sweatheart?” He mocks. He already sees through you. He knows that you’re not feeling uncomfortable or anything as he could feel your wetness drip from where you two are connected.
“I’m prepped!” You exclaim, heat raising all over your body, looking at Felix from beneath your hair. “…I know how much you wanted to try it–“
Everyone gasps in amazement from your confession, the hands on your ass only holding at the meat of it tighter. “Fuck you heard that Yongbok?” Breaths out his hyung, leaning over you, pressing his chest against your back while his thumb is back at your ass. “Would you mind if I fucked her there before you?”
The blonde’s eyes widened, he wants so badly to be the first one but something about seeing his hyung do that made him even harder. “We don’t have lube…” Is the only thing he says, making you gasp. Is this really happening?
“With a leaking cunt like that? He won’t be needing any-“ Snickers Seungmin.
Then you whine in the lost of contact as Minho suddenly pulls himself out of you. “Fuck!” You cry out loudly as his next action knocks you down to your face. He spread your cheeks apart before licking along stripe from your pussy to your ass, circling his muscle there at the rim.
You shove your head into your arms, gasping for air as he ate you out from the back. This position and situation made you feel so little, sobbing into your arms at the foreign stimulation. A finger presses inside of you slightly, the tight muscles rejecting it. “Color?”
You don’t answer because you don’t know how. Do you want to keep going or stop? There really is no between at the moment. The heavy air in the room is quiet other than your small whimpers. You are pulled up to rest on your knees, Minho tilting your head to look at him. “If you don’t want to, you can say no. No one is pressuring you.” His tone is soft both hands resting on your tummy.
“I want to…” You trail off, trying to look away, slightly anxious but he doesn’t let you. You look in to his eyes, you always liked them, they seem to shine like two little pearls. “I’m just nervous, I’ve never done it before.” And there are many things you haven’t done before till now, it kind of seems a lot on your mind but your heart only wants more.
“I will be gentle, I promise.” He kisses you shortly, you melting at this side of him. “You are safe in this room, you can relax, nothing is going to happen to you.”
You become shy at his sweet words and the genuineness in his voice. Your head rolls down his shoulder, hiding in the collar of his shirt. “Okay.”
His next kiss is on your forehead, making you look up at him with big eyes before another one lands on your nose. You can’t help but smile softly, feeling his hands traveling down under the skirt of your babydoll. You are surprised that it is still intact at this point. His rough fingertips graze over your sensitive folds while the other stops at the side of your clit while his lips make a trail of kisses on your shoulder. Your eyes close, body slumping against his as his left hand plays with your clit, careful enough to not put much pressure on it. His other seems to only play with your wetness, scooping it up before he pulls his hand back to only press it at your virgin hole.
You don’t feel your body repulsing this foreign touch, only welcoming it as the finger slowly dips inside of you, you melting at the pleasure from your stimulated bundle of nerves. You hear a small curse behind you, the man mumbling into your skin. “Is she tight, hyung?” Asks Seungmin who now sat on the couch behind you, lazily stroking himself.
“Yeah–“ He groans at your moan as his other finger joins the first. His hand leaves your pussy to fondle your breast and you sigh again relief of finally getting some stimulation there. His thumb and forefinger twist your nipple just right, hips rolling back on his fingers. Every passing moment makes you hungry for more, bouncing yourself slightly on his digits. “That didn’t take long–“ He teases, already back to his cheeky self.
Your hole is left gaping open as he withdraws from you and you are already whining in annoyance, turning around to look at him, only seeing him stand up to his feet. You finally take a small glimpse at his manhood, hanging heavily between his legs. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Your eyes widened, glancing at Seungmin who caught your oogling.
He gestures with his hand to come sit on top of him where he lays on the couch. You decided it is far easier just to crawl over to him, knowing your shaky legs would immediately gave up on you. A low hiss comes from Chan’s lips from the beautiful view, he already has a idea about which position he wants you in and he definitely isn’t the only one as the long haired man next to him furrows his eyebrows.
You crawl up the couch, legs on each side of the blonde’s hips, gasping at the way he looks underneath you. You are shoved into his chest by the older, chest pressed against Seungmin’s, his tip just at your entrance. You moan in relief as his long cock enters you, immediately clenching down on him when you again feel fingers at your other hole. The one under you starts to bounce you back and forth on him, every time you would go back it only makes the fingers go deeper inside your ass.
It so good but so much, you have never felt so full till you feel Minho replace his fingers with his cock. “Relax for us, kitty–“ His hand pushes your lower back down, making you arch more for him. Your heart beats so fast you could feel it in your throat.
Cursing your head rolls back as he pushes in slowly, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Seungmin stopped all together to let you get used to being drilled by two cocks at the same time. The stretch is big but thanks to Minho prepping you, it doesn’t hurt as much, only you feel slightly uncomfortable by the fullness. Now you feel full, completely stuffed to the brim as the older buries himself inside you till his pubic bone is flush against your cheeks. The two of them groan as they could feel each other through the thin layer of your insides.
How are you still conscious is a mystery but you couldn’t simply let yourself miss the feeling of them finally moving. Seungmin pushes you down on his cock like his own personal fleshlight, Minho snapping himself back into your tight ass creating a mind blowing rhythm. “Wait isn’t this too much for her?” Gasps out your boyfriend, eyes wide set on where you are being stuffed.
“Is it?” Wonders Seungmin, raising your head from his chest to show everyone your tears of pleasure.
“No! Keep going pleaseee–“ They can’t stop when you’re feeling like this but to your delight they could never possibly stop as this is even for them the most pleasure they have ever felt in their life.
Your breath is knock out of you every time either of them buries themselves in to you and you can’t help your hips from bouncing off their cocks. Seungmin lets you move on your own, biting his lip at the way you sigh into his mouth. Minho also is completely mesmerized by your smooth moves, eyes set on the way your ass recoils on him. You have no clue about how much you have them all wrapped around your little finger.
A drool drips down your chin, wetting Seungmin’s shirt and some even lands on his own lips but your mouth doesn’t hang open for to long as he shoves his two fingers into it. Moan vibrates your tongue that is pressed down by his long fingers. You probably look so messy right now but you don’t care at all as the inside of your tummy is basically on fire. You rarely cum without your clit being stimulate, it always feels weird and you were too scared to let go. You whine out, so close to your peak but yearning for the extra touch. Your eyes open, landing on your boyfriend still in the loveseat. “Lixie, I gonna cuuum–“ You sound desperate and he knows by the tone of your voice that you even by being fucked by two men at the same time, you need something on your precious, puffy, little clit
A hand on your hair, tugging you up, makes you squeal. “Don’t look at him, you slut–“
“–look at us when we are gonna make you cum.” Finishes the man under you, his own voice at edge and you could also feel the one behind you shaking in his nearing orgasm.
Fuck, you can’t take this anymore…you’ve become completely dumb on their cocks. “Please!” They don’t ask what to your surprise because they are themselves right at the edge and also they don’t even need to ask because they just know and then a nasty slap lands on your pussy. The sound echoes through the room, ringing in your ears as you finally fall apart.
The first one to cum after you is Minho, already edging himself multiple of times but nobody has to know that. Your tight hole is just as good as your gushing cunt. He cums into you, not even asking for permission because he just knows that’s what you want the most. Soon after that is Seungmin the one cumming, small cry leaving him as his legs slightly shake when he raises his hips into you.
You three stay there, totally spend and you can’t help the drunk, smile falling over your bitten lips. The older pull his softening cock out of you cursing as his release mixes with his friend’s who’s cock hangs down against your pussy. The fingers in your hanging open mouth also leaves you, only to travel down your body to scoop up the mixes of your releases and put them back into your mouth. “We don’t want to waste anything, do we?” He smirks, only to moan with you as you suck on his fingers, making him pull you down to kiss you.
“Holy shit.” Is whispered, your eyes falling to Jeongin who quickly looks away from your sinful state.
The two men push themselves away from you, falling to the floor with their cocks still hanging out. You on the other hand fall face first into the couch, body completely filled with ecstasy. You could feel Minho’s cum falling down to your other hole, squeezing your legs together to possibly safe the already ruined cushion. The one thing which safes the material a little are fingers, the touch making you turn your head.
Your face forms into wanting as you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, painted softly with some eyeliner, making him even more beautiful. His long hair hangs over his eyes, pink, full lips licking away the substance on his fingers. You moan at that, clenching around nothing. The was so erotic, even Han is sighing in delight. “You look so good…” You flush under his burning stare, completely mesmerized by his beauty.
He looks at you like something out off this word, falling to his knees to take your head into his hands. “I wish to paint you like this.” If it’s even possible anymore, you become even more shy under his gaze. “But right now I only want to taste you–“
You gasp again, like the hundredth time in this day. You are suddenly rolled over onto your back, him pulling you down the couch so he could kneel before your cunt. You are surprised by his strength slightly but looking at his arms, you realize where he gets it from. You’re shocked that he wants to eat you out. Guys normally would be disgusted by the sight of someone else’s cum not to mention licking it all up after. Hyunjin however sees something so beautiful about this, you, a symbol of pleasure and being painted by someone’s else immense pleasure that only you are capable of giving.
He looks so pretty, it makes you shy about being so closely inspected by him. His eyes flicker to yours, glancing at you from beneath his eyelashes. He holds the eye contact even when licking a long stripe up your pussy. You are so sensitive there that you feel like you’re cumming again, legs shaking around his head. When you with using all of your last sanity look at others, you moan at their faces of shock and arousal.
You whimper, thinking and now seeing how they are all so comfortable together, it makes you feel safe. Felix is too but you could feel small jealousy radiating from him as he is glaring at his best friend devouring your pussy. The funny thing is that seeing Hyunjin being so invested in your scent, makes him twitch more. You must say you’re impressed that he is still clothed, though both hands squeezing himself to relief some of the tension.
“Come here, Innie–“ Says the long haired man, pulling from you for just a second before pushing his whole nose into you back again. If you thought Han was messy you are now proved wrong. Maybe it is becomes of waiting for so long for his own turn with you but the way you and his friends’ cum taste together makes his cock push painfully against his pants.
Jeongin jumps almost at the sound of his name, wide eyed. You watch him with your hooded eyes how he stands up with a shaky breath, stalking slowly to you. Does he not want you? You think it is perfectly fine if not but you still feel a small stab in your heart. Your hand shoots out to grab Hyunjin’s hair and making your wetness smear all over his face. He only moans in delight at the tug, sucking and slurping you all up.
Frowning, your head rolls to the side where the other sits down. His hands keep playing with the denim on his thighs, face flushed deep red. “What’s wrong?“ You asked quietly, he looks at you, jumping from your voice. You can’t make out his expression clearly but his eyes seem to keep glancing down when suddenly the man under you pulls away.
“Need your fingers–“ Whines out Hyunjin, smacking his lips and licking at them to get every last drop of you.
The words are meant for the quiet guy with ginger hair. He looks spooked slightly at his friend’s request but shuffles down nonetheless. The older of the bunch pulls his own fingers to your cunt but eyes are set dead on his close friend who almost drools at the sight.
“Watch.”
And the younger does exactly that for the first time in the now evening, stares at your body and at Hyunjin’s middle and ringfinger disappearing inside you. You mewl in oversensitivity, putting your manicured nails in your mouth and biting down on them. He moves his fingers slowly but still it is delicious, your stretched out cunt clamping on them as they reach the deepest parts of you. “Juuust like this–“ He exclaims, glancing at you before looking back at Jeongin who watches closely. “You want to make her fall apart, right?”
He at that glances at your face before stopping momentarily on your tits, nodding. He is pulled away from his racing thoughts when his friend grabs his hand. “Your turn…” Jeongin breathes out shakily, nodding away as Hyunjin pulls his hand to your hole.
You are not blind, you obviously have seen how long his fingers are. So slim and pretty, with veins and rings decorating them. When he finally touches you, he can’t help but let his lips part at how soft and wet you are. Circling your entrance, his friend couldn’t take it anymore for both of your sakes, wrapping his hand around his friend’s to make his fingers fill you up. Both of you gasp, you from you much longer they truly are and him at how your gummy walls sucked him right in.
They both let you get used to them before it is again Hyunjin who makes the next move. “Move your fingers like this…that’s right, back and forth–“ You can’t even imagine how long his cock must be when only his fingers are already kissing at your cervix. “–scissor them…” Jeongin’s eyes keep glancing between you and his friend’s fingers who held them up in the air for him to see what to do. He does a good job, he thinks, seeing your hooded eyes as he scissors his long fingers like said. “–to stretch her out….not like she needs it–“ Laughs Hyunjin as you only whimper in embarrassment. “–then you’re gonna curl them–“ A loud moan leaves you as Jeongin’s does that, legs shaking, feet digging into the couch. “…till you find her spot.”
The coppery blonde doesn’t take his eyes from where he is fucking you with his fingers. He hits the gummy spot dead on, pressing into it slightly, the older helping him to move his hand back and forth. “Faster–“ Hyunjin’s gasp mixes with yours, griping his friend’s hand tightly. “–don’t move the tips of your fingers away from the spot.” He orders, the younger one nodding.
Now on his own, he slides closer to you, face almost touching your pussy from how close he is. It makes your stomach flip from the way his big eyes, almost innocently watch how your juices are being pushed back inside of you. “I said faster.” Warns the other, not liking how Jeongin seem to go easy on you.
“I-I don’t want to hurt her…” Finally speaks up the youngest, voice small and fingers momentarily stilling in you.
Hyunjin scoffs. “She literally had two cocks rearranging her guts, there’s no way you could hurt her and she seems to only wait for you to go faster–“ His hand grasps his wrist, hold tight. “–so go fucking faster.” He growls, taking his surprise to pick up the pace of his fingers.
Your right leg falls from the couch, thankfully the older one catching it, wrapping it around his shoulder because you become a moaning mess. You don’t even think Hyunjin is now controlling the movements, his hand loosening around the other’s wrist. Jeongin surprises you by curling his fingers even more, pace so brutally fast that your wetness lands on his black shirt. The painter only gives you more pleasure when his free hand presses onto your lower stomach with a shit eating grin. You can’t help but to glance down at Jeongin who licks his lips at your intoxicating smell, his head on the inside of your thigh, nose almost touching your clit.
You keep gasping for air, feeling too much of everything right now. You don’t know what to do with your trembling body as his pace doesn’t seem to quiver even a little bit. He held his fingers curled, hooking into your spot as he suddenly only pushes there. He doesn’t even move them out of you, pushing nearly painfully into your spot. The palm on your tummy presses down more and you think you could feel the fingers in your throat. “Wait! It feels weird!–“ Something completely new starts to bubble inside you, uncontrollably shaking as you try to keep yourself up.
“Let it happened.”
You can’t fight it, so you do exactly that. For a moment you only see black before a wave of sheer pleasure washes over you that seems never stopping. In horror you watch yourself squirt all over Jeongin’s fingers, face and upper body, soaking even Hyunjin in it. You try to stop but you simply couldn’t. It was too good and you literally had no control over your body. Your juices squirt out of you again, leaking out with the mixed cum that was till now drilled deep inside of you. “Fuck stop!” You scream, tugging at your own hair.
The older has to shove the younger away from your squirting pussy. “Holy fuck, I knew it–“ Says Hyunjin to himself, hand around his friend’s shoulder while looking at your slowly calming down body. Jeongin can’t help but marvel over his own hand, tongue already licking off your wetness from his face. You feel like on cloud nine, you can’t even imagine how that must have looked to them. Crossing your legs, you try to sit up on your elbows.
Felix couldn’t believe what just happened as well as others, the raging jealousy however slowly dies down as he realizes something while you’re tugged down the couch by his best friend. Yes, he is mad that he was not the one to fuck your ass first and also never making you nor seeing you orgasm like that before but can he truly be mad? His friends showed him a new side of you and they only brought you pleasure so far, so there’s that.
“I can’t–“ You gasp, as you are placed between the legs of the sitting singer.
“You know what to say if you need us to stop.” Says Hyunjin into your ear, placing himself behind you. You shut up at that making him chuckle evily. “What a whore, don’t you agree, Jeongin?”
The named boy who has you on your knees before him looks challenged, not knowing what to answer. “Don’t act innocent, Innie–“ Spoke up, Minho, making you turn your head back at him, cooing at Han who is curled up to his side. “–you literally can’t keep your eyes off her tits.“
You tilt your head back up to look at him and to your surprise you do catch him staring at your tits that were still out of your bra, covered in slowly drying cum. “You like her tits, huh?” Says Hyunjin, pulling you back to his chest to give the younger a better look at them. “Can’t say I disagree but I thought you would be more of an ass guy…” Jeongin keeps quiet, eyes going now everywhere but you — oh…he is shy. And his friend is only trying to help him loosen up a little and have some fun.
You’re pulled away from your thoughts as hands grabbed a handful of your breast. The man behind you fondles them, thumbs rubbing at your swollen nipples, making you mewl. Hyunjin smashes them together roughly, his cock already pressed between your ass cheeks. God, he felt long and thick, you can’t wait for him to fuck you. You wonder how did your stamina suddenly become so high but the thought of having the most beautiful people fuck you, kept you going. “Can you imagine fucking them?” He can’t help but groan himself at the lewd words.
Jeongin looks away completely, cheeks flaming red. “You already did…” Hyunjin puts his lips to your ear, hot breath fanning over it, making shivers run down your spine. “What do you think baby, might let his dream come true?” Felix can’t help but gasp at the nickname and you also.
The hands on your beast travel down your waist, fingers pressing into the skin. “But let’s get them nice and wet for him first, yeah?” He turns you quickly around at that and your eyes widened at his exposed chest. When did his shirt come off? You’re definitely not complaining, drooling only at the sight of his happy trail that you have seen too many times by his shirt always riding up when he would dance. It is your weakness.
His lips caught your left nipple, sucking at it roughly, him letting his saliva flow free out of his mouth. His teeth nibble at your areola, making you hiss in pain, him soothing it by his fingers rolling over your other nipple. You gasp at the big purple spot left behind when he pulls away to only suck at the other. He does that couple of times to get your buds nicely red and swollen before licking between your tits. Is it really licking? Because he is basically only drooling on your skin. You can’t help but jump as smashes your tits together and only to spit on them. “Fuck, you’re perfect — so fucking perfect.” Hyunjin mumbles, the words running through your whole body. He lets spit drip from his bottom lip, tongue then hanging out and completely covering you in the liquid. You can’t help but look down, whimpering at the blotches, red nipples all glistening and you also realize he slurped all of his friend’s cum off you.
You yelp as he manhandles you, turning you back around, the movements so smooth, your heart skips a beat. “Ask him if he agrees.” You whimper at the rough tug at your nipple, glossy eyes meeting Jeongin’s.
His eyes were dark but still his hands nervously played with his jeans and you couldn’t possible miss the tent in them. “Do you like it?” Hyunjin smacks you across your right ass cheek, telling you to try better. “Do you like my tits, Innie?” Your eyes hazy, looking into his, you suddenly feel something go over you at his all cute state. “I want you to fuck them, Jeongin. Fuck my tits–“ You whimper, your own hands fondling your breast.
You hear a small gasp behind you but your attention is only him as he slowly, barely nods his head. You take that as a sign to unbuckle his jeans but as you almost pull the rough material down, you’re pulled back by your hair, back arching as you feel Hyunjin positioning himself behind you. “Don’t forget about me, now.” He ends his statement by taping his fat tip on your clit. All of this is a dream come true — they are literally all so perfect. You surprise him by pulling him in for a messy kiss, teeth clashing together as he moans at your tongue wrapping around his. His lips were like heaven, so soft and yet sinful.
He puts you back to your place, making your ass flush against his stomach while you come back to your task of removing this offending piece of clothing from Jeongin. His hands grab yours not to stop you but only to help you and you’re happy that he can at least show you just a little that he wants this as much as you. Maybe his heavily rising chest is also a giveaway. Your hips buckle back at the other as he coats his cock in your wetness, your eyes however are at the bare one before you. You thought you might’ve strip him down accidentally of his underwear all together also but oh, he is so dirty for walking around like this — you wonder how his baggy jeans could hide him.
His dick was so fucking pretty. Long and the right girth, clean shaved, tip slightly glistening from the precum and balls heavy, waiting for any sort of relief. Your hands fall to his thighs, squeezing the muscle that jumps as a reaction at your touch. You want him everywhere but now even to you, your breast seems to be the only thing on both of yours minds. You kind of wished for some lube but there’s nothing you couldn’t do with your mouth, making you shuffle to him closer to grab him in your hand.
You went to pump him, only being stop at the feeling of the cock slowly breaching your pussy. You’re thankful for Hyunjin’s thoughtfulness of not going in to hard, giving you space for you to also pleasure his friend. He really doesn’t mind it as he is looking over your shoulder when you pull the tip closer to your mouth. Jeongin’s hand flies immediately to his mouth as you take him halfway, keeping your mouth open for the simple reason of completely covering him in your saliva.
Hyunjin circles his hips into you, keeping a slow pace as you drown his friend in your spit. The liquid travels down Jeongin’s balls, him trying so hard to keep quiet at your moments. His hips though hump the air when you suddenly pull your mouth away from him. “Come closer–“ You gasp, grabbing at his legs. He without a second thought, shuffles closer to the edge while you pull your arms up to grab his hips.
That move makes the other go deeper inside of you, momentarily rolling your hips back at him because it was just too good. Hyunjin’s eyes are already at the sight before him, his own hands coming to lay over yours before traveling them to your tits which he pushes up. With a sharp snap of his, your upper body lands on to the lap of the youngest, the dancer pulling your breast at each side of his cock.
You three moan, you putting in your own strength to smash your breast tighter around Jeongin. You don’t even have to move as the oldest basically got a hold of this whole situation by his thrusts. The sounds are even louder and more lewd by it being right under your nose, watching with glassy eyes at the disappearing and appearing tip between your tits. Thank the fuck, Hyunjin is being the one in control because the way his balls slap at every harsher snap of his hips on your clit, makes your whole body become jello. You let your tongue hang out, occasionally the tip flickering over Jeongin, him jumping at the stimulation. He looks like he could cry, biting at his fingers so much they are basically in his mouth, shaking at the way the still tasted and smelled like you.
Hyunjin puts one his hands on you ass cheek, kneading it between his fingers and the other goes to your jaw, tilting your head back. “Look at you…made for all of us to use–“ You moan, clenching around him, making him hiss. “Look at how our Innie’s enjoying it.” He whispers in your ear, tilting your head back to look at his friend. “He definitely is thinking about your sweet little pussy—how you feel, fuuuuck–“ Whimpering, you glance at him, faces so close you could see the little mole under his eye. “Our sweet, little Innie might not seem like it but he’s the nasty type.” Hyunjin’s thrusts become faster, deeper, the more he speaks. “So fucking nasty—he likes it nasty and wet…let’s make it wet for him, y-yeah?”
You nod, eyes rolling back inside your head as you squeeze your hands tighter. Your own hips start to meet Hyunjin’s trusts, him now completely at your mercy as he nears his end. The hand on your waist pinches you, loud whimper falling from him, legs shaking behind yours as he stuffs you full with his load. A small sighs fly out of him, completely different from what you have heard before, wondering if you could make him release these kinds of noises more often in the possible future.
Pulling out of you, he smacks your ass quickly, encouraging you to hop to your feet and only to land on his friend’s lap. Jeongin looks a little spooked out from the quick series of events, only now seeing the mischief in both of yours eyes. He can’t help but to sigh out at the sight of you on his lap, tits at the level of his eyes. He can’t believe he got to fuck them, a little sad that it stopped right as he was almost at his own peak but nonetheless excited to have more from you.
Your cunt to be exact. Your hips raise to grab his cock, siting down on it so none of the fresh cum could go to waste. Kind of a bad idea as your hips slightly jump back up as he only hits your cervix painfully. You whimper quietly into his shoulder as he sat there under you with mouth hanged open and head over the couch. You bounce slowly on top of him first, just the half of him before you could finally take him whole.
Behind your fucked out state, you frown at the way he is trying so hard to keep quiet. It looked like it hurt, his eyebrows pulled together at the deep concentration of not making a sound. You grasp his hands which till now layed alone by his side, putting them on your tits. That did it for him, finally looking at you. You don’t even think he is realizing that the way he is looking at you makes you all giddy inside. He is staring at your breast like they are the best thing he has ever seen, drooling in his head at the way they look in his own hands.
He cups the underside of your boobs, keeping them freely bouncing in the air from your moves. Moaning you just have to lift the bottom of his shirt slightly to have a look at his lean, toned body. Finally he is seeing how much he makes you feel, making him feel better about his image. But he can’t never tell anyone about the small crush he has on you…
“Y/N…” He calls out to you.
You gasp at the sound of your name falling from his lips. “Innie…” He whimpers, the noise leaving him on accident but you only quicken your movements. That makes him moan more and more before he has to pull your lips to his to silence them as he surprises you by cumming inside of you. His grip is strong, nearly painful but completely unseen as you stare wide eyed at the boy under you, crying at the feeling of your walls milking him dry.
“I’m sorry–“ He mumbles into your hair, cringing at the way his cum leaks out of you and down to his balls.
“Don’t say that I fucking love it.” You say, making him look at you in amazement. He kisses you softly at your words, a small smile falling over his lips and you can’t help but do the same.
You basically had to fight Jeongin to pull out of you. You could already feel his soft cock, hardening again and as much as you would like to give him another go there is still one left…fuck. Maybe you should’ve let the boy cockwarm you because the piercing and intimidating stare makes you want to curl up into a ball. You lay on the couch on your side, eyes skimming the men that already had their go and also your boyfriend, sitting there with glassy eyes of complete arousal, before they stop at the leader. Menspreading into those tight, black jeans of his is making you physical shudder, licking your lips at his toned chest peaking from the sides of his tank top. It should be illegal to look this good while simply sitting. Was your brain completely fucked out of you?
“Do you still want me?” He asks, looking down at your body. “Don’t want to hurt you, doll–“ He is asking for permission, yes but why does he have to use such a nickname, it only makes you want him more, dodging his question completely.
Of course you do, such a stupid question. He sits there waiting for your answer, not trusting himself by going closer to you. You are too pretty for your own good and the beautifully ruined state you’re in makes him absolutely feral. He always thought that it was wrong to even have a small thought about how you looked while getting fucked by Felix. That guy was so fucking lucky and he has to wonder how he bagged you because he would always say some ridiculously awkward pick up lines. Pick up lines he, the leader, gave him but he maybe is forgetting about how dominanting you can get. You just liked being used and pillow princess was sometimes too big of a fun. You can handle way more than you look and you already proved it to him tonight, he just wants to hear it from your own lips.
“I do, please Channie–“ You say, hands gripping the couch. “–come closer.”
He has to calm himself down a little at your sultry voice, not wanting to look like an idiotic schoolboy around his friends. He slowly stands up, jeans wrapping around the obvious bulge in them and stalking to you with hard stare. You would really like to say you’re switch but something about his whole aura makes you feel small and fragile. As Chan stands before you, towering over your quivering body, your eyes drift back to his crotch. Even from the material blocking your view you know he’s huge and you wonder how he could hide it in those tight jeans.
He makes you almost purr as he brushed his fingers through your hair softly, untangling the strands. “Get on my lap…” Your heart skips a beat as he sits down at the corner of the couch. You sit up to climb into his inviting lap but you’re stop with a hand in the air. “Back facing me.” You bit your lip at that.
Turning around you shuffle teasingly back onto his lap as he places his legs on the couch. You cage his legs with your knees, sitting down, your ass right at his bulge. You gasp at the feeling of the rough material grazing over you, pushing yourself down on it, rolling your ass back at him. He stops your movements with his strong grip at your ass. “Who said you could do that?”
You stay silent, frozen. You didn’t expect the nasty smack on your ass. “Ah! I-I am sor-ry?” You say back as another one lands, even harder than the first one.
His hand massages the red skin, marveling over your body. “Good girl.” Chan murmures back at you, showing you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “You want my cock, princess?” You nod, slightly ashamed at feeling your pussy dripping, soaking him.
Smack!
“Yes! I want your c-cock…” You clench over nothing, buckling your hips against him. He groans at your words, fingers tapping at your skin to gesture for you to slightly lift yourself up so he could finally release himself.
The thing you feel next makes you shiver. His cock smacks free over your pussy and your eyes can’t help but widen at the heaviness of it. You glance back, mouth open as you look at his massive cock. You don’t think he can possibly fit…The man could see the nerves all over your face, his own slightly red in embarrassment. He takes your expression as a good one but he is also slightly nervous while staring down where you two are the closest.
His cock is hovering over your cunt and both of you could see how deep it will go inside you. You nod your head back at him, giving a sign to go in. Backing up, you in experiment grind down on it, both of you moaning at the feeling. The prominent vein that leads to his mushroom tip, bumbs into your clit. “Fuck, gonna ride me? Gonna ride this cock, babygirl, you’re so fucking soft–“ Chan grabs the base of his cock, helping you sit up.
You cry out at just his tip, pussy lips swallowing it eagerly. He was so fucking thick—you realize that Jeongin was only preparing you for the bigger deal but it still stretched you out. “There, there I know–I knoooow–“ Hissing at the way you clench down at just his tip, he gives you some time to get used to him.
It didn’t take that long, maybe because you are simply too hungry for him. Carefully you move up and down his tip, each move making him go deeper into you. “You’re so big–“ You whimper, your hands on his knees balancing you, trembling.
“Taking me so good…look at that–“ The leader says to himself mostly, eyes barely open but still plastered on the way you swallow him more and more.
You fall over slightly when you finally sit down on his cock. You could feel him poking your tummy, the tension on your cervix deliciously painful. You both try to catch your breath from your walls squeezing down on him, staying there panting in this position for some time. Chan was always so sweet and shy when you would give him a compliment, blushing furiously while he could literally at the same time split you in half with his cock. It made you so mad for some reason so you — oh, you will give it to him good. Or will he?
You do surprise him by immediately pushing your hips up and then back down hard on him. He puffs out air, hands flying to hold your hips. He just leaves them there, too occupied of looking at your jiggling skin and your hole swallowing him. You don’t even know what kind of sounds you are making, the only thing on your mind is him. He can’t help but wonder of the fuck Jeongin didn’t cum immediately from your smooth moves. You were literally made for riding cock. He needed this so fucking bad, the stress of the new comeback basically controlling his whole body is now gone, out of the window. It also was so long since he got such a good pussy like yours, or any at that factor.
He almost forgot about his plan, laying there completely at your mercy. Chan’s mind then fills with imagines of maybe other positions he would like to see you in. So many and he almost cries at the thought of not trying at least one of them. He hopes this really isn’t the last time to get you like this. He in fact enjoys seeing his band members finally loosing up and you don’t seem to be displeasured by being used like a fuckdoll. His imagines the way he would fuck you into the couch, leaving you completely dumb and he just had to sit up, cock still in you and press your face into the cushion.
A long whine leaves you as he presses your face down, holding your hips with his other hand and drilling roughly into you. You sob at the feeling of him in your stomach, he immediately pulling your head to the side. “Col-“
“Green! Fucking green!” You scream, shaking at his thrusts. Looking back at him with your glassy eyes you even make him go harder. “Please…” You say quietly. “Please-“
He leans over you, chest against your back. “What was that?” There was a small cocky tone in his voice.
“Please, make me cum–“ You are already so close but you still need the extra push, even if you are basically gasping for air. “…please, daddy, make me cum.”
“Fuck me…”
He groans, hips jumping at that. He doesn’t miss the lazy smile on your lips that is wiped off by his palm on your clit. “Fucking cum–soak daddy’s cock, baby girl–“ You sob, tears falling down your face when he suddenly moves his palm from side to side, roughly bumping on to your clit.
You don’t even make a sound, mouth hanging open as you squirt all over his cock. He doesn’t stop, only fucking you through it and making a complete mess out of you, just like he wanted. “Just a little longer, baby girl…” You try to keep yourself up but only failing at the rough thrusts, falling face first into headrest of the couch. He pulls his hand away from you but as he is still drilling himself into you. It feels like a never ending orgasm.
Suddenly you feel hand caressing your cheek, eyes glassy, you look up, only to come face to face with your boyfriend. You two share a look, emotions swirling in your eyes but then the leader pull you two out of it by surprising you with wrapping his hand around your throat, making you tilt your head back, seeing him upside down. “Chan, I think it’s already too much for her–“ The next thing that the named man does will be forever imprinted in your mind.
Chan doesn’t let Felix finish his words, scooping up your juices with his fingers before shoving them into your boyfriend’s mouth. The blonde moans around his friend’s fingers in complete shock, finally getting his well deserved taste of you. You gasp, choking around the hand blocking your airways. When Felix sucks down on his fingers that does it for Chan. With last snap of his hips he fills you up to the brim, sighing, groaning, almost hiccuping at the feeling.
He pulls his hand away from your throat only to pull you up to smash your lips to his. “Fuck. you’re amazing…” You whine into him as it only makes him go deeper into you. Your boyfriend pulls his friend’s fingers out of his mouth slowly, looking at the sight before him with big eyes.
The leader slowly realizes the glances you keep stealing at your boyfriend while caressing your body softly, giving you a one last kiss before pushing you up to pull his cock out of you. You whimper at the lost of contact and at the cum falling onto the couch, you definitely need a new one.
Felix is there to caught you in his arms, before you could fall over, slowly lowering your body to lay down. “You did so good, I’m so so so lucky to have you…” He says to you sweetly, you smiling in return but your eyes can’t help but to travel to the obvious stain at his sweatpants.
You look at him with a small teasing smile, him laughing sheepishly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispers to you and you feel like crying of joy at his words, emotions all over the place.
“I love you too.” You croak out, leaning into his touch, completely exhausted.
He immediately rubs at your shoulder, warming up your cold skin, body wet from a mix of spit and cum, making you shiver. “Let me clean you up.” Felix says, before hearing his friends’ shuffling behind him.
“We can do that…” Minho says, looking down at you two and your lovesick faces. His eyes travel down the blonde’s body, nodding. “–while you clean yourself up…or do you also want help with that?”
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at that remark, wanting nothing more than to wipe his friend’s smirk off his face. His cheeks are on fire but he probably should get clean first before taking care of you because you will need more that.
That statement stays. All of them took their own turn of wiping any residue of what happened off you and out of you. They even dressed you in some more comfortable clothes, your brand new babydoll basically needing bleach after and your panties mysteriously went missing. You were taken care of, cleaned up, dressed and even fed with food because you were too tired to that on your own. You don’t even know how you end up falling asleep mid bite of the takeout you all ordered but you know you were laying on your boyfriend’s chest while some of his friends layed next to you, cuddling you, the ones who didn’t have any place left for them to do that at least touching you in some sort of way, completely drowning you in their warmness and kindness.
Everything made you closer to them. In some way or another, heightening your friendship into something more stronger and intimate. But you still couldn’t help but wonder…was it really your boyfriend’s birthday or yours after all?
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hello!!!! i love ur work sm omg i’m so excited that requests are open <333 i wasn’t sure if they’re still open or not since your pinned says closed but if you did close them feel free to ignore this! anyways i wanted to a request a little skz reaction to their s/o complimenting them after they’ve had a tough day and are kinda doubting themselves? they’re the best boys and i refuse to believe otherwise
stray kids reactions to their s/o cheering them up after a bad day
genre: fluff, hurt / comfort
warnings: none
a/n: sorry i forgot to change my pinned when i announced requests were open 💀 my bad
chan
chan definitely has his bad days. and sometimes he feels like nothing, nothing will be able to lift his mood. but, to his surprise, you prove him wrong every time. without even meaning to, you will soothe his mind and somehow make his day better just by existing. just by being you. the natural praises that come out of your mouth when you talk to him make him realise his worth <3
minho
contrary to chan, minho doesn't have a lot of bad days. but that means, when he is faced with them, they hit harder than he would like them to. he really appreciates it when you're just there for him. when he's ready to talk about it, he will explain his frustrations. after this, you run your hands through his hair and tell him how proud you are of him. he would never want to admit it, but those words made him very emotional. you touched his heart deeply.
changbin
word of affirmation is important to changbin. when he comforts others, he tends to be very supportive with his words, showing that he cares whilst also trying to provide a solution. sometimes his own problems can't be solved. nevertheless, when you see him upset or sense he's worried about something, he really appreciates the praises and the words of comfort you give him. he realises, in these moments, how much he loves you.
hyunjin
hyunjin definitely relies on your words of wisdom and comfort. when he has bad days, he feels like there is a grey cloud following him, constantly there and something he just can't shake. even with loved ones around him, it's hard to shift out of his negative head-space. so when you leave your little words of encouragement ringing in his ear, telling him how well he did today, telling him how well he did always... he tears up. words such as these keep him going.
jisung
hannie can feel down about himself when he feels like he isn't doing enough. it hurts him, the idea that he should be doing more. the idea of being in a slump. he can't stand it. all he can think about is coming home and burying his face in the crook of your neck. and when he does this, you cuddle him close and praise him for how well he has done today. "you tried your best. and that's perfect to me." he will look up at you with shining eyes and whisper a 'thank you.' he is truly touched.
felix
unfortunately there are a lot of times when felix doubts himself. it can be quite disheartening to watch this sunshine boy talk badly about himself. he deserves to be praised because he doesn't give enough to himself. you recognise this and always try your best to offer sincere words of love and support. even if he might not believe your words at the time they are spoken, they will stick with him in harder times, and he will be grateful that you were there for him on those days.
seungmin
seungmin can get frustrated with himself if he isn't learning things as quickly as others or if he's not hitting the notes he wants to hit. you giving him compliments on these days, even if it's something small like 'you look handsome today', you know, something he hears every day, suddenly means a great deal more to him now that he's sad. you make him much, much happier.
jeongin
jeongin can get down about himself when he compares himself with others or makes little mistakes frequently. when he feels he isn't improving, his mindset can turn quite negative and he may feel disheartened. so he really does appreciate your efforts to lift him back up. it's nice hearing the good things he has done from the one he loves rather than his own negative thoughts.
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“ SUMMER LOVE(RS). ” ft. choi yeonjun
genre : exes to lovers, a bit of angst, but a lot of fluff
summary : that white sand beach was more than just a beach to you — it was a place dear to your heart. and today, sitting by the calm sea, your tranquility was disturbed by the reunion of an old memory.
word count : 1,000
matty's note : in honor of my platonic soulmate's birthday, i leave this second-hope writing on my blog. my pretty mona, my fellow balloon, and my another-life-roommate, happy birthday. i'm so happy to know you, and i hope to spend another wonderful year in your company. you're so dear to me, — i hope you know that.
the gentle summer breeze, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, the sound of the waves in your ears.. all this seemed to come from a distant memory, when you were actually living it. watching the horizon with faraway eyes, you were thinking deeply about everything that happened here last summer. you remembered very clearly the bursts of laughter, the sound of liquor bottles slamming together.. and the sound of his voice. you remember his delicate hands, his radiant smile and his sun-kissed face. he was everything that made your summer a success : at first, you weren't too thrilled with your parents' decision, to spend the summer in a remote little village on the edge of the ocean.
but let's just say you quickly changed your mind..
staring at the waves beaching right in front of you, a peaceful smile on your lips, your fingers skimmed the water as you recalled the events of last year. as soon as you got out of the car, you left your luggage behind and headed to the sea, the cries of your parents at your back. you weren't paying attention, to anything — which led to your fatal fall. dead of shame and refusing to face your tragic fate, inwardly raging about how much you hated your parents ( just because they decided to come here ) you didn't dare raise your head a millimetre, only to hear an amused voice in front of you.
« can i help you? »
if his voice had a taste, it would probably be honey-flavored. you could have drowned in his words, it's as if a few syllables were enough to make you fall under his spell. raising your face slowly, the sun behind him obstructed your view — but you could see the beauty of his smile. hesitantly, you grasped his outstretched hand as he helped you to your feet, before he pretends to dust off your sand-covered clothes.
« are you alright? » he asked, and suddenly the words stuck in your throat. you couldn't speak, far too lost in the beauty of his hazel irises — how could a guy be so handsome? a crystalline laugh left his lips as he gently tugged on your handle to pull you towards the ocean, leaving you to face the sunset of your life.
« oh my god.. » you whispered, almost inaudibly. but the boy heard you and turned on his heels to face you again. « oh so you can speak ! » — feeling shame creep into your ears, you nodded apologetically, preferring to focus on the beauty of the landscape. you spent a few long minutes chatting with him, in front of the magnificent sun beating down on your skin.
and you could feel that maybe this summer wasn't going to be so bad after all.
just as you were about to leave, waving as you walked away, his voice caught your attention again.
« i'm yeonjun, by the way ! »
and this yeonjun gave you the most memorable and unforgettable summer of your life by becoming your first love.
but as all good things must come to an end, your sunny love story has given way to autumn in your heart — leaving your beloved beach for the buildings of your working life. obviously, you both tried so hard to make this long-distance love last, but little by little, day by day, the messages exchanged stopped, giving way to the emptiness of an icy winter.
you didn't realize that tears were running down your cheeks until a finger chased them away.
« are you alright? »
you knew that voice — that sweet way of talking. it was like caressing a memory and having my head filled with flashbacks, and when your eyes fell on his sunlit face, you thought you were swimming in a dream. « yeonjun? » you said softly, in an uncontrolled whisper that made him smile. the boy sat beside you, staring out at the ocean like the day you met, and you could see that he hadn't changed a bit. he was still handsome and warm.
« i knew i'd find you here. » your heart skipped a beat, because deep down you knew you'd come back here in the hope of seeing him again. resting your chin against your knee, you turned your gaze to face the waves once again, avoiding his gaze that burned your skin. « i'm happy to see you.. » he finally declared, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. out of the corner of your eye, you met his gaze : full of sincerity, with a sliver of sunlight in his pupil. it was so pretty, so electrifying, so captivating. and you couldn't lie about missing him terribly.
come to think of it, the end of your relationship was only the fault of the change of season. the hot summer made it evolve, he made it move with the waves and the white sand. autumn slowed it down, it dropped it like leaves from a tree. when winter came, it froze it in time — froze your feelings, your heart welcoming a sweet freshness. then spring brought new feelings, nostalgia has blossomed in you like cherry blossoms on trees.
the seasons have influenced your relationship, and now that summer's back, maybe it's time to give the sun a second chance to rekindle the flame of your love.
finally turning towards him, a smile on your lips, you offered him your hand.
« hey, i'm y/n. what if we spent another summer loving each other? »
the boy in front of you seemed amused by your words, smiling broadly at your behavior. then he moved his hand away from the sand, letting the sun shine on his skin and his smile, before he slips his hand into yours.
« nice to meet you y/n, i'm yeonjun. and i'd love to be your summer love. »
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Well I see a handsome boy (Clint Barton x teen!FTM reader)
Pairings: Clint Barton x teen!FTM reader
Synopsis: During a dysphoria episode, Clint is here to remind you you who you are
Tw: angst,hurt/comfort,crying, talk about dysphoria, Intusive thought, fluff, please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable
Note: You are all beautiful/handsome
You were having a really bad day, everythings was awful...First, the pills for your insomnia that Bruce gave you didn’t work so you find yourself with another sleepless night, then, your dysphoria came out...
In your bathroom, just looking at your reflection want to make you puke and you became a crying mess. It was not the first time dealing with it, discovering your transidentity made you aware of those problems and how to understand and calm them. But this time, the accumulation of missions plus the lack of sleep made your crisis much worse.
Now on your bathroom floor, you’re trying to steady your breath with exercices but they are not working as a result of a hard breakdown. Still in your head, you didn’t hear your name called by your fellow team mates: the Avengers who are in the kitchen. It’s always the same buzzing sound that completely cuts you out until you hear or “make out” several knoks.
Unable to tell the person to leaves you alone and not to open the door, you muffled your cries with your hands and tried to be silent even with your sobs. Suddenly, the door opens with a loud sound making you flinch a little and you were seeing a worried Clint, panting:
Clint: It’s like the fourth time we called y-hey are you okay ?
You can’t help but snort and respond with sarcasm:
Y/N: I’m c-crying on my bath-bathroom floor and you ask me if I-I’m okay ? Do I look like I’m fu-fucking okay to you ?
Clint face softened when he saw the state you were in and he immediately went by your side with a respectful distance.
Clint: Can I hug you ?
He knows your limites and when you shook your head no, he only puts an open hand on the floor for you to take it. Craving for little human comfort, his hand became the most important thing to you so you squeeze it as if your life depended on it. He squeezes back with the same strenght and he gently moved his thumb in a circular motion over your hand while you are crying.
A few minutes later, you regain your breath, some sniffles can be heard and during your episode, without noticing, you got closer to Clint needing more comfort; He didn’t say anything but his arms were around you in a tight embrace and you do the same.
Clint: Do you want to talk about it ?
Y/N: It was just a bad day, it’ll pass
Clint: Nope, don’t do that, it’s not only a “bad day” so talk to me, I’m here kiddo.
The nickname made your heart soft and new tears appears in your eyes.
Y/N: I feel so awful...Why I can’t control anythings today ? Dysphoria is bitch, I hate it, I hate how I look, I hate my chest, I fucking hate myself ! Why I’m not normal like everyone ? Why I have this body...I’ll never be a boy for them. And I’m so tired. I just want one good night of sleep without nightmares or fucking intrusive thoughts.
Clint was right, venting is making you feel a little bit better but the guilt came rapidly.
Y/N: I’m so sorr-
Clint: Don’t.
Y/N:-y.
Clint: Y/N, you did nothing wrong, you don’t have to apologize for telling me that you’re not okay. Like I said, I’m here for you and if venting make you feel a little better then everything’s fine. You know, I’m so proud of you, and all the team think the same. You are always here to help peoples and always so kind and funny with us. You are strong and you're skills are amazing. And well I only see one handsome boy here and plot twist it's not me.
Y/N: Hey no, you're handsome too !
Clint: Thank you but we are not talking about me. We all saw you as a boy because you are a boy Y/N, nothing will changes that. I know that dysphoria is a demon you have to fight but you don't have to do it alone. I am here, Nat are here too and all the team wants to help you kid. We love you for who you are and not for what your head is telling you.
Unable to speak through your tears, you just squeeze Clint more in your arms and he do the same with you.
Y/N: T-Thank you Clint, I needed it.
Clint: You're welcome kiddo, glad I could help you. Now come on, I think Wanda made your favorite.
The both of you get up. You wipe your face with Clint's help and went to join the others. On the way to the kitchen, you spot Pietro who sent you a wave with a smil. You do the same with a smile on your own and he enters the room.
Clint: You should really ask him out.
Y/N: Don't start...
Clint: What !? It's obvous that you two like each other !
Y/N: Clint stop !
He laughs and you nudge him on the shoulder. Well you are definitely blushing now.
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Thank you so much for reading this !I hope you enjoyed this story !
Sorry for my mistakes, english is not my first language :)
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Thievery with benefits - Felicia Hardy x M!Reader
Tonight should have been a piece of cake, break into the art museum after hours and steal the piece they recently acquired from famed French painter Henri Beaumont worth $7 million dollars…no big deal.
The theft part was a breeze, you had the work of art rolled up into a tube, strapped across your back and were ready to head out when you hear a familiar voice behind you.
"Hey lover boy long time no see."
You turn around to see the last person you wanted getting involved tonight, Felicia Hardy.
"What's wrong Y/N? Cat got your tongue?" She smirks, knowing your eyes were going right to her exposed chest, her suit purposely zipped down lower than normal to get your attention.
You and Felicia had a history.
That history included Felicia on multiple occasions seducing you and stealing what you already stole.
"What do you want Felicia," you huff while putting the frame now holding a replica painting back on the wall.
"Are you still not over the red moon diamond incident?" She asks playfully.
"You mean when you invited yourself into my apartment with a bottle of champagne and I woke up hungover and alone with my biggest score ever gone? Yeah I'm not quite over that," you say sarcastically.
"I told you I was sorry sweetie but I was paid good money from a very wealthy client to get that diamond," she says running her hand down your arm to make you flustered.
"And what about the good money I was going to get from that diamond?" You question trying not to let her get to you which was much easier said than done when she was touching you.
"You know the buisness we're in Y/N, a thief can't be afraid to steal from another thief."
"I know that Felicia, I just didn't expect you to break my heart in the process, what is it you called it again? Theivery with benefits?" you state, "but the jokes on you because you are absolutely not getting this Beaumont painting."
"Don't move!" A security guard suddenly shouts at you, rudely interrupting your conversation.
"See you on the outside," Felicia winks at you and takes off.
"Shit," you grunt, running in a different direction, the guard couldn't follow both of you and luckily for you he chose to follow her.
You're jumping across rooftops and decide you're in the clear, taking a second to clear your head.
"You change your mind handsome?" Felicia says, stepping out from the shadows of the walled up staircase.
"For fucks sake," you sigh.
"When have I ever given up so easily?" She chuckles as she approaches you.
"I'd rather tear the painting to shreds than see you take another score from me," you state.
"You don't mean that Y/N."
"Yes I do," you say, attempting to stand your ground as her face gets inches away from yours.
"Tell me you regret anything we've ever done," she says, glancing down to your lips.
"You know I can't do that," you gulp.
She grins and you can't help yourself, you're dropping the tube with the painting and pinning her to the wall to kiss her.
It's cold out but you don't care, Felicia had a grip on you that no woman ever had before.
Her hands are in your hair while yours roam her body.
"I need you, I need you so bad Felicia," you say with desperation in your voice while she rubs her center against your thigh.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she smiles, beginning to unzip her suit and let her bare breasts free.
You're kissing her neck and struggling to drop your tight pants made even tighter from your erection.
When you finally manage to remove enough clothing you slip your cock inside her, despite the awkward angle that make your muscles ache.
The sharp stones of the wall dig into her back but Felicia always enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure or on some nights as you found, a lot of pain.
Your breathing is in sync while you thrust your hips upwards into her, Felicia grasping at the back of your neck with her claws.
Her chest is bouncing and you wrap your lips around one of her nipples and roughly pinch the other making her moan loudly as it always did.
Over the years you've learned every trick in the book to make Felicia melt under your touch and yet for some reason you never had the guts to tell her you wanted more than just a 'thievery with benefits' relationship.
But that talk was for another day right now all you were thinking about was the way Felicia was moaning your name.
Her nails dig into your skin and you can feel blood trickling down from the puncture marks, this certainly was the first time either one of you made the other bleed during the throes of passion, accidently or otherwise.
"Y/N," she cries out when she eventually cums.
Her eyes screw shut and her mouth hangs open while she rides out the waves of her orgasm and your hips never lose their rhythm.
A few moments later you feel your own release quickly approaching but you knew Felicia's number one rule, never get cum on her suit so you pull out of her, stroking yourself until you're painting the wall behind her.
"That was fun," she says, kissing you sweetly before slipping out of your embrace and starting to get her suit back on.
"It always is but you can't keep distracting me with sex Felicia-" you say stuffing your cock back in your pants and turn around but she's gone… along with the painting, "god damn it."
An hour later you stumble into your apartment, furious and a little tipsy after making a stop to the bar around the corner with no Beaumont to sell.
You fall over onto your couch, kicking your shoes off and struggling to get out of your pants before the alcohol makes you pass out when your phone buzzes.
It's a text from Felicia.
'Sorry I had to run but my client does not like to be kept waiting'
Then another text comes through.
'And thanks for the painting lover boy'
The audacity she had.
You're just about to throw your phone across the room when it dings again but this time you got a notification from your bank account saying $2 million dollars had been deposited along with a third text.
'A token of appreciation for all your hard work 😉'
Well fuck.
You could never stay mad at her for too long.
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I think the socialization part shows itself a lot more since most romance manga(and in cases of manhua and manwha, the chinese and korean equivalents) are written by east asian women, whom obviously live in a place even more patriarchal than the west. not to say the things these women learn to accept from “love” makes them less or even unusual, i simply want to reiterate that it’s more pronounced there due to how even more constricted their societies are in regards to the treatment of their women.
anyway. now that the disclaimer is out of the way!
i’ve grown up reading a lot of manga of many different genres but i’ve especially used to have had some intense shoujo phases. shoujo is basically manga created for the demographic of girls and young women. not to say others can’t read it, but it’s simply where they tend to be marketed.
shoujo romance especially shows this issue a lot that i wanna talk about. the male leads will 9 times out of 10 be rich, extremely emotionally stunted(this can show in the form of intense rudeness, complete lack of emotional depth, no expressions, stoic to the extreme, downright abusive) and handsome. Those are the three traits they almost all have. Now obviously I get the want for a handsome or beautiful lead, whether it’s female or male, it is after all just fantasy fulfillment to an extent. The same with wealth. But i think the emotionally stunted side speaks of the women and girls’ who read the mangas socialization a lot. We have these male leads who often make the female leads go through hell, whether it’s due to his own actions or inactions. Sexual assaults have gotten less common in more modern manga, but it was only like ten years ago where sexual assaults in manga by the male lead towards the female MC would be a common place for him to show his desire for her and despite it often being portrayed as bad on the MC’s end, she always did end up forgiving him. The same with however else he treated her.
Made her to all the heavy lifting emotionally of the relationship? He’s forgiven, because suddenly he’s gotten a “tragic” backstory of a lonely, lonely boy being neglected in his massive mansion from childhood. He’s absolutely vile towards women? His mom was probably a horrid woman who either cheated on his poor dad and left or maybe she was simply so overbearing he now feel suffocated and dates new women every week like it’s some kind of game to dangle others feelings at his fingertips. Way into the romantic relationship having started with the MC he’s suddenly revealed to have a arranged fiancée or a very mean spirited but extremely beautiful childhood friend who the main character now how to basically fight off him with a stick while the male lead does not much else in most of these stories besides being useless. if we are lucky we get him talking the fiancée/childhood friend that he actually liked this new girl(MC), but extremely rarely will he actually go out of his way to truly set boundaries. he will passively essentially invite scorn towards his current gf. and these are just SOME of the examples of repeat patterns in behavior in the romantic male leads.
time and time again in shoujo romance male leads will make life much harder for the female main character. she will often be put down to her face for scoring such a rich hottie(even though we are at times 50+ chapters in and feelings on his end still seem finicky), she will have to bear the emotional heavy lifting and basically mother him/be a teacher to him on how to express himself, despite the fact that he usually changes very little. she will forgive any and all transgression he commits, even if it breaks her heart, because he is the main male lead and therefore he can do nothing truly wrong to not end up with her. and in the end of the mangas it’s usually somehow made clear in some way that SHES the lucky one. despite her carrying the relationship on her back. She should be grateful. And women and girls in east asia, and obviously also very much outside of it, eats it up. Yes! Give us a borderline abusive or at least emotionally neglectful man! We can forgive! We can forget! Let us be his doormat!
Not manga but it’s also so obviously in most romance kdramas i’ve seen. It’s such a common trope, these handsome, rich, utter asshole male leads and then these utter angel for a female lead who absolutely tolerates getting walked all over.
And while i’ve not read any of those books, it’s not like it’s not visible in the west. When authors like Coleen Hoover has basically built a career off of emotionally stunted but hot guys treated their gf/wife like utter garbage but it’s okay!!!! so romantic!!!!
women all over the world have such bottom of the barrel standards when it comes to emotional maturity in men. in some mediums it’s certainly more apparent than others, but it’s visible all over.
I do wanna be 100% clear that not all romance manga is obviously as I described. I’m simply talked about popular tropes, and i mean EXTREMELY popular, as in its more common to see at least one of them than it isn’t. That’s all.
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Session 3
Warnings: M/F/M threesome, aggressive sex, unprotected sex.
Words: 3659
Two weeks had passed since Elizabeth had served as the Jackson twins’ psychiatrist. She had believed that her “Jackson Complex”, a psychoanalysis she had performed on herself for having developed an intense sexual attraction for the brothers, would have faded by now. Yet, that had not been the case, and the Jackson’s boys were never far from her mind.
Although she could have easily contacted them, she was worried about one thing. Their behavior clearly proved they were impulsive. The likelihood that their infatuation with her had burned out was a high possibility. Therefore, she refrained from calling them and continued on with her life.
On Saturday night, Elizabeth was invited to a club by her friends. She had not seen her friends for some time because she had been busy with work. So, she decided she needed a night out and relax for a change. She ordered a stone sour and loosened up for the night.
Upon finding her drink empty, she went to the bar for a refill. As she stood at the bar, listening to the heavy bass of the EDM beat in the club, she noticed a familiar face. It was Freddie Jackson. He was speaking to another man and had not yet seen her. She nibbled on her lower lip, admiring how devastatingly handsome he looked. After a moment, his eyes flickered over and caught sight of her. His eyes widened, and she shyly gave him a little wave.
As he made his way over to her, she swallowed nervously. She was a little tipsy but knew full well what kind of choices she was making. Her heartbeat quickened, and a part of her told her she wasn’t being professional, but the part that needed some stress release told her to proceed.
“Long time no see,” Freddie said, coming up and giving her a hug. She had not expected the hug, but willingly allowed him to pull her into his arms. God, he was so strong and firm. His cologne was subtle, just a hint of teak. She could also smell peppermint, which was his vape flavor. She found herself gripping him a little too enthusiastically and was relieved when he released her from his embrace.
“Um, so how are you?” she said shyly.
“I’ve been good,” he said, distractedly. His eyes were glued to the tight blue dress wrapped around her dainty feminine physique.
“Damn, you look good, baby,” she suddenly heard from behind her. A strong arm laced around her waist, drawing her into another firm body. She turned to see that it was Pierre. She was now smushed between the Jackson twins. Freddie at her front, casually stroking her arm as she leaned against the bar and Pierre by her side, holding her tight against him.
“Oh, hi, Pierre…um, do you two come here often?” she asked, immensely enjoying the delightful sensation of their warm bodies surrounding her.
“Yeah, our mate owns the place,” Freddie said. “You know, I don’t know what to call you, love.”
“You can call me Lizzy now, since I’m no longer your doctor,” she said. She then heard Pierre growl deeply with approval. She could feel it vibrate through his chest against her and she felt her knees steadily growing weak.
“Lizzy, damn, that’s fucking hot,” Pierre said.
She blushed and tried to change the subject. “So, have you boys been behaving?” Both men chuckled and edged in closer.
“Now what fun is behaving?” Freddie purred.
“I think you’d prefer us when we’re being bad,” Pierre said, moving behind her and learning on the bar to order a drink. His movement placed him firmly behind her, his crotch brushing over her bottom. Freddie was only inches in front of her, close and personal as he continued caressing her arm.
“I’d prefer you not in prison,” she said. Again the brothers laughed. Then she watched as Freddie pulled out a plastic bag with a slip of paper inside. Little hearts were printed on perforated tiny squares.
“You wanna get high, Lizzy?” Freddie asked.
She nibbled on her lower lip nervously. Pierre then brushed her long black hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck to him. She found herself leaning back into him, inviting him to brush his lips over her skin, causing her to shiver with desire.
“That’s right, you want some thug dick don’t you, baby,” Pierre said, his voice deep and intoxicating.
Over the next thirty minutes, she wasn’t entirely sure how they got back to her flat. Nonetheless, as soon as she closed the door and locked it, Freddie pulled her into his arms and began kissing her passionately. From behind, Pierre had unzipped her dress and he wiggled the fabric off her frame as Freddie shoved his glorious tongue in her hungry mouth.
Pierre’s strong hands began caressing the outline of her curves, kissing her neck and shoulders. She was firmly squished between the men, their erections applying a delicious pressure over her mound and ass.
Her cunt was spazzing and contracting, desperate to be filled. Freddie then released her, pulling the plastic bag out of his jacket pocket once more. He tore off the first tab, handing it to Pierre who placed it on his tongue and immediately returned to sucking and nipping at Elizabeth’s neck. His hands traveled up to her breasts, kneading them and teasing her nipples.
She gasped and whined as Pierre crushed her delicate buds between his fingers. She watched through hooded eyes as Freddie tore the second tab off and placed it on his own tongue. Then he tore off the third piece and looked her deep in the eyes.
“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” he said, seductively.
Elizabeth obeyed and Freddie placed the tab on the tip of her tongue.
“Good girl,” Freddie said, praising her.
“You gonna do as you’re told, like a good bitch, yeah?” Pierre said, growling in her ear.
Elizabeth had a submissive and a praise kink, so they were checking all the right boxes for her.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl,” she whispered.
She was down to her bra and panties, while the boys were still fully dressed. She felt vulnerable, and it made her horny as hell.
“Oie, bruv, how you wanna do this?” Freddie said, removing his jacket and tossing it on the sofa.
Pierre was distracted, nuzzling his mouth into Elizabeth’s neck and reaching down into her panties and skimming over her clit. He dragged his teeth over her shoulder and bit down. It was a gentle bite, his teeth slowly sinking down, savoring her skin. As he did this, he massaged her clit, flooding Elizabeth with delicious pain and pleasure.
“Oie, Perry, don’t be a muppet. Get the fuck undressed,” Freddie said, fully naked now. He carefully extracted Elizabeth out of Pierrie’s arms and into his own.
“Fine, but don’t start without me,” Pierre said, trying to get out of his clothes as quickly as possible.
“Yeah, like that will happen,” Freddie muttered, pulling Elizabeth. “Where’s your bedroom, love?”
Elizabeth instructed him to the bedroom and once inside, he maneuvered her over to the bed. He pulled her close and unhooked her bra. Pierre had already pulled the fabric over her tits, but Freddie completely removed the garment from her. He then cupped each tit in his hands to admire them.
“You’ve got a gorgeous set of kittens,” he said, skimming his thumbs over her nipples.
Elizabeth sighed pleasurably, her hands flying up to grip his forearms for balance. The drug was now kicking in, and she felt like she was floating in midair.
“Oh, Freddie,” she moaned softly.
He kissed her deeply and pushed her onto her back on top of the mattress. His fingers grazed her clit again and then he plunged two fingers into her entrance. Finding her satisfyingly wet, he removed his fingers and positioned his cock on her little hole. Elizabeth was ready, desperate for his cock and she widened her legs, ready for him. Freddie pushed forward, splitting open her walls and forcing a long and sensual moan from her lips.
“Da fuck, man. I told you to wait,” Pierre said, entering the room. Freddie ignored him and continued humping Elizabeth. Pierre walked over and punched Freddie in the arm. It wasn’t terribly hard, but enough to get his brother’s attention. Freddie slowed his thrusting, glaring at his brother, his cock still buried deep into Elizabeth.
“I thought you were gonna eat her out,” Pierre said. “If you cum in her, you’re just gonna taste yourself.”
“Yeah, I fucking know, you wanker. I wanted to get my cock wet instead,” Freddie said, his cock flexing inside of Elizabeth causing her to whimper. The men looked down on her, forgetting she was waiting for them.
“Move her so I can fuck her mouth,” Pierre said, walking on the other side of the bed. Freddie picked her up, his cock going deeper than before into her trembling cunt and angled her so that Pierre had access to her mouth. Her light brown eyes looked up at Pierre and he stroked her cheek.
“God damn, baby, such a sexy little mouth,” Pierre said, placing the tip of his cock over her lips. She opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock, causing him to moan.
“Mate, put it in her mouth already, I’m getting blue balls over here,” Freddie gruffed, holding onto her hips, eager to return to railing her.
“Open up, baby,” Pierre said, and Elizabeth obeyed. He glided his thick cock into her mouth and then the brother’s proceeded to find a rhythm.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, taking in the combination of pain, pleasure, and the drug. She liked having her cunt packed tightly, almost bursting at the seams. And she liked having her mouth forced open, filled up with a warm pulsating dick. She felt her nipples tingle from just being exposed in front of the brothers as they fucked her in unison.
“You gonna cum, bruv?” Pierre asked, staring at Elizabeth’s bouncing breasts as they fucked her.
“If you keep talking, I won’t. But yeah, I’m gonna creampie her pretty cunt,” Freddie said.
“Aight, then I’m gonna too,” Pierre said.
With that both brothers picked up the speed and in a matter of moments Elizabeth felt hot fluid gushing down her throat and rushing between her legs. She guzzled on Pierre’s cock greedily as Freddie exploded between her legs. Then she felt both men grow limp and extract themselves from her holes. Elizabeth laid looking up at the ceiling, watching the dark shadows sway and shift into blues and greens as the drug crept through her neurons. She then sat up and rubbed her jaw.
“You don’t suck cock too often, do you, Lizzy?” Pierre said, chuckling.
She looked up at him sleepily, drunk on cum and LSD. “Oh, well…to be honest, I haven’t had sex in a year.”
“What?” the brothers said in unison.
“A fucking year? You trying to become a nun?” Freddie asked.
“Then we gotta make up for lost time,” Pierre said, taking her by the arm and shoving his tongue into her mouth. Then he looked into her eyes and grinned. “You wanna cum, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She was aching terribly for an orgasm.
“Well, I’m not gonna eat your cunny,” Pierre said, looking over at Freddie. “I told you not to cum in her, now all we’ll taste is your load.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Freddie said, waving his brother off. “Lizzy, you got a vibrator around here?”
“Um, the lower right dresser drawer,” she said, pointing over at an oak dresser. Freddie walked over to it and rummaged around until he pulled out the device. Freddie brought it back over along with a pair of black nylon panty hose. He tossed the hose over to Pierre.
“You’re better with the knots, tie her up,” Freddie told Pierre.
Pierre grabbed Elizabeth's waist, drawing her close and licking her neck. “Time to really play, baby.”
He then pushed her down on her stomach, getting behind her and tying the nylon around her wrists and ankles. When he was done, she was hogtied, with her legs parted enough for penetration.
“God, you’ve got a great ass,” Pierre said, smoothing his hands over her bottom. Then he spanked her. Elizabeth gasped and arched her back in surprise. He proceeded to give her a few more sharp slaps, and the brothers watched as her bottom bloomed with red blotches upon impact. Pierre then bent over her and bit into her right ass cheek.
Elizabeth felt a wave of ecstasy streak into her pussy, a soft ebb of pleasure and pain snaking between her legs. She now had a bite mark on her shoulder and ass. Freddie walked over and she felt him stuff his fingers into her cunt, swirling them around and pulling out her honey. He glided his fingers over her star, lubricating it with her own wetness. He tested the lube by inserting one finger, opening her star just slightly.
“Oh!” Elizabeth gasped.
“My cock’s gonna be bigger than that,” Pierre said, chuckling.
“Gonna shove this up your ass. Get you nice and open for a good double stuffing when we get back,” Freddie said, placing the vibrator at her back entrance and gliding into her. Her face was facing outwards, resting on her right cheek. She moaned as the vibrator opened her hole. Freddie twisted the vibrator slowly and once entirely inside her ass, he switched it on medium. A dull hum filled the room and the pulsating device radiated throughout her ass, vibrating into her cunt.
She bucked her hips and started grinding the mattress, her clit demanding release. Freddie licked his fingers, then went between her legs, finding her clit, only placing a fingertip over it. He felt it twitch under his touch and he grinned.
“Yeah, your little button is swollen, too bad you’re not allowed to cum yet,” Freddie said, removing his finger. Elizabeth let out a long whine and wiggled her hips.
“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” Freddie said, turning and leaving the room to the kitchen.
“Pierre!” Elizabeth moaned, before he left the room. He stopped, walked back over to her and placed a hand over her thigh, squeezing tight.
“Take it like a good slut. You sat across from me for weeks, making me so fucking randy it hurt. Not once did you let me see that sweet pussy. This is your punishment for teasing us,” he said, then slapped her ass hard.
Elizabeth laid there while the brothers found some bottle water and began refueling themselves.
“Don’t mark her up too much,” Freddie said, taking a long drink.
“Why not? Bitch likes it,” Pierre said.
“Yeah, well, she did help us get out of prison, don’t do something that will make her change her mind,” Freddie said, finishing the water and tossing the bottle in the trash.
“I wanna fuck her ass,” Pierre said, ignoring his brother.
“Fine, but don’t fucking hurt her too badly. You get rough. You heard her, she hasn’t fucked in a year,” Freddie said, turning to head back to the bedroom.
“I ain’t gonna hurt her,” Pierre said, rolling his eyes as he followed his brother back to the bedroom.
As they entered the room they saw Elizabeth squirming on the bed, tears in her eyes, her body craving for a release that was close, but did not come.
“Fuck, she looks so god damn hot,” Pierre said, feeling himself slowly growing erect.
Freddie walked over and removed the vibrator from her ass. He undid the knots and brought her up into his arms. She looked away from him, her silent tears falling down her face. Freddie turned her face to him and he wiped the tears from each cheek.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. The tears were just from the over stimulation, she wasn’t in terrible pain, but the want for an orgasm had caused her legs to tremble.
“Hmmmm, you wanna cum, don’t you?” Freddie said and kissed her cheek.
“Yes,” she said, softly.
“Eat her cunt. I’m not gonna do it since you fucking creampied her,” Pierre said.
Freddie held Elizabeth in his arms, ignoring his brother. “You want your cunny eaten?” Freddie said against her ear, giving her tender kisses. Pierre rolled his eyes. Although Freddie was rough, he seemed to have become taken with Elizabeth.
Pierre had enough of the fluffy moment, he went over and pulled Elizabeth out of Freddie's arms. He too had to admit he had grown to like the sexy psychiatrist, but he was now hard as a rock and wanted to fuck. He placed her in his lap and hooked his legs beneath hers, spreading her wide open.
Elizabeth could feel her cunt spaz and her clit quake as he exposed her to the room. Freddie came around and knelt down between her legs.
“Just make sure your fucking cock doesn’t slip down, or I’ll break open your lip,” Freddie said right before he buried his face into her cunt.
Pierre began teasing her nipples as Freddie licked her clit. He gently crushed her buds and breathed heavily in her ear. The combination of the simultaneous nipple play and clit stimulation sent her over the edge quicker than they had expected. Freddie felt her gush over his mouth and Pierre watched her come undone as she leaned back into him and orgasmed loudly.
“Fuck, look at you, missy…yeah, cum until you cry,” Pierre growled into her ear, stilling pinching her delicate nipples.
Once she came down, the brothers easily handled her boneless body for their second round. Freddie sat in the center of the bed, dragging Elizabeth over to him. Pierre grabbed her hips, as Freddie held the base of his own cock. Pierre then guided Elizabeth downwards onto Freddie’s erection. She placed her hands on Freddie’s shoulders and arched her back to allow Pierre to enter her from behind.
Freddie’s thick cock once again stretched her open and then she felt Pierre’s doing the same as he pushed upwards into her star. Once both men were inside her, she certainly felt double stuffed. This time Pierre was in control of the rhythm. As he pushed up into her ass, the force pulled her off Freddie’s cock. Then as he pulled out, the force sent her back down onto Freddie’s cock.
“God damn it, you’re so tight, baby,” Pierre whispered behind her. Her eyes were hooded as she looked down on Freddie, her hands planted on his chest. He was beginning to perspire, the film of sweat glistening over his skin. Pierre was sweating as well, his body plastered to Elizabeth from behind.
“I’m a naughty girl,” Elizabeth suddenly gasped, thinking that this whole thing was wrong, but enjoying it thoroughly.
“Yeah, you are. You wanted this from day one, didn’t you? I should have bent you over that desk and gave it to you then and there, bitch.” Pierre said.
“Oh, Daddy,” she cried as he buried his cock deeper into his ass.
The rhythm was relatively slow and gentle. She closed her eyes and allowed the boys to handle her as they pleased. For several blissful minutes, she was queen, and they gave her the royal treatment. That was until Freddie started to whine.
“Fuck, Pierre, I’m not gonna cum this way. Fucking get off and let me rail her cunny solo,” Freddie said.
“Shut it, bruv, let me play with her a little, then I’ll creampie her ass,” Pierre said, annoyed. Then he returned his attention to Elizabeth and squeezed her tits hard in his large hands.
“Tell me what a naughty slut you are, Lizzy,” he said, purring into her ear.
“I’m so naughty. I wanted this all along. Looking at you and Freddie, I knew I wanted to be your fuck toy,” she gasped.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” Freddie said, bucking his hips, desperate to milk himself with her cunt, but not getting quite the satisfaction because Pierre was in control of the rhythm.
“Pierre, I’m gonna fucking kill you, get on with it!” Freddie said, angrily, in dire need of ejaculating.
“Yeah, yeah,” Pierre said, closing his eyes and focusing on fucking her ass. He thrusted until he was close, then he exploded inside her with a long, deep moan. He held tight to her breasts as he came, his sounds of pleasures pouring out as he nuzzled her neck. She was certain she’d have bruise marks on her tits in the shape of hand prints, while the same would be said for her hips as Freddie gripped her tight with frustration.
Once Pierre pulled out of her, she found herself on her back as Freddie pounded her cunt into oblivion. He brought her legs up over his shoulders and railed her into the mattress. Freddie growled as he fucked her, his eyes closed tight and his brow furrowed in concentration. He was chasing his orgasm and once he found it he groaned and growled again, releasing his load deep into her womb.
After that, the three were spent. The drug and alcohol took hold and Elizabeth fell asleep between the two men.
The next morning, the sunlight crept through the blinds. She woke up in Freddie’s arms with Pierre splayed on his back next to her, snoring softly. She peeked over Freddie’s body to check the analog clock. It read 11:30 a.m. It was late in the morning, but she felt so tired she just nuzzled back into Freddie’s arms.
She’d think of the consequences of her actions later over a large cup of coffee. But at this moment, she had no regrets.
#Pierre Jackson#freddie jackson#tom hardy#tom hardy fan fic#tom hardy fanfic#tom hardy fanfiction#tom hardy smut#the take 2009#waz#the killing game
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OC Fic: all the words of the dead
So, in between working on my steddie big bang, I've been descending deeper and deeper into brainrot over my OC, Dominik (tag: goth babygirl dom).
Very long story short, we put him into a mafia!au and killed him off and then developed the slowest slow burn romance for him after the fact.
This is the letter he leaves in his will for @steves-strapcollection's OC, Sam. You'll find Sam's letter in response here (please read it, it's so so so good).
Anyway, I'm gonna go cry over them now. Have this totally out of context.
Rating: M || CW: main character death implied
Title from Bad Luck Again - The Rural Alberta Advantage
Hi Sam, my darling.
You know, I thought I’d only ever have one letter to write. When I got old enough to start needing a will, I only had Vinny to write to. I love Lucky and Gia, but Vinny and me… thick as thieves.
Then I come back from my enforced vacation, and suddenly he has a fiance who turns out to be my best friend. Two letters, then. Two people to care about with my whole, shrivelled little heart.
The third and fourth ones are new. Unexpected.
It was a fucking frustration and an honour to teach your daughter, though I wish almost as much as you do, I think, that she and her brother never got within a hundred miles of this world. For their sakes, and for yours. I tried my best to help prepare her. I hope it’s enough. But she's tough as fuck, and she’s got you and those two boys of hers looking out for her, though, so I’m sure she’ll be okay.
She’s the third letter.
This is the midst of the fourth. The last.
I hope that you knew you’d get a letter when the lawyers started handing them out. I hope you didn’t doubt it. It’s okay if you did.
I’m sorry you’re getting one. I don’t know what happened to me, obviously, but I probably went and fucked up something somewhere and now I’ve paid for it. You know how it is.
I hope you weren’t there when I died. If you were, I’m sorry. So sorry. We spend so much time together now that it might be possible you saw what got me but I don’t want that on your shoulders. They carry too much already. You should put some of that down sometime. Give some of it to me
Don't let Vinny and Ziah waste time and money on a big, useless funeral for me. And try talking to them, if you need someone. I know you. You're not as stoic and unshakable as you'd like us to believe.
This is har Fuck. I hate this.
I’d say I don’t remember when I knew my feelings for you were more than just being really horny and very fond of you but that’s a fucking lie. It’s been about a year now. I'd so cruelly sent you home for the night, but insisted I walk you to your truck, and we stopped to chat because we can't seem to get enough of each other I'm a greedy motherfucker at heart and didn't want you to go yet. I said something that made you laugh, really laugh. Can’t remember what the fuck I said. All I remember is what your face looks like when you smile like that, what you sound like when you’re happy. I had to kiss you then or I'd do something incredibly stupid otherwise. Also asked you to stay the night for the first time.
You’re one handsome bastard, you know that, right? It’s deeply unfair. You look even better when you're between my thighs.
You’re sleeping in my bedroom while I write this. No one’s ever slept in my bed with me. But you've done it so many times now I lost track. When I’m done with this fucking letter, I’m going to crawl back under the covers with you and feel safe there.
You’re such a surprise, Sam. I never thought I could have something like you. I feel indescribably lucky that I could. We should’ve had a normal life together, but I wouldn’t change this. Never.
There’s something for you, other than the cheque the lawyers’ll hand you. Ziah will know where it is. Don’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t planning any big surprises. It’s just something to remember me by because I wasn’t sure what else you’d want. You can sell it if you don’t care for it, the sapphire’s worth something at least, small as it is. I told Vinny to let you take anything from my apartment you might want.
It’s cold over here at my desk, I should be in bed with you gotta write another fucking version of this, christ
I don’t know how to end this. What a fucking mess.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you even though I don’t know what it’s like. Never been in love before. But it feels like this, I think, like wanting to be around you all the time. Craving you. Trusting you. Sharing what life we have. Choosing to let you in over and over.
Vulnerability. Being changed.
You don’t have to love me too. I’m not going to fucking guilt trip you into loving me, post-mortem. This is just some kind of re-realisation of mortality based confessional at this point. You won't see this version of the letter anyway. You'll get one with fewer mistakes.
Do you think we have something, at least? Are we something? I hope we are.
I’ll tell you I love you in the morning, if I’m not a coward.
Forgive me if I was.
Yours,
-Dom
[[READ SAM'S LETTER HERE]]
#i'm miserable and having such a good time about it#goth babygirl dom#my darling sam#oc fic#sav scrawls stuff#samdom
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Luckae
College tutor AU
//Cw: smut//
Diluc is the top of his class at Mondstadt University and the most popular guy at campus. Despite the many ladies and men who ask him out, he refuses in favor of his studies. However, it all changes when he meets someone from his past.
Kaeya Alberich. Diluc's childhood bully.
"He's tutoring me?! But Dad, I told you, I don't need tutoring!" The bluenette protests as if Diluc wasn't sitting right in front of him.
"Yes, he is, and you're getting tutored whether you like it or not."
With an annoyed huff, Kaeya sat back down on the cough as his father left them alone after discussing payment to Diluc.
"So...Diluc, I see you're not some wimpy kid anymore." Kaeya scoffed, looking at the other up and down.
Diluc has changed since then.
That small little boy grew up to be handsome, tall (though, not as tall as Kaeya), and his muscles toned. Kaeya could even see it through the jacket he was wearing. Meanwhile, to Diluc, Kaeya has changed as well. The only reason Kaeya ever bullied him was because Diluc made the mistake of telling him he liked him. It was elementary school; kids were cruel and especially to those who had puppy crushes.
Kaeya has changed a lot since then—more beautiful, slender, toned, and tall. Diluc can see it all from the way he was only dressed in a T-shirt and some shorts that rose to his thighs, considering he was at his own home. Diluc gulped at the sight.
No matter how much he despised Kaeya for bullying him in his entire elementary days, he couldn't deny now that Kaeya was hot.
If he could just get this over with, the faster he can leave.
As soon as he gets into Kaeya's room, he starts taking his books out.
"So, let's start with basic calcu-"
"I don't need tutoring, so just go home, and I'll tell Dad you did your job. You get paid, so it's a win."
Diluc really hates these kinds of attitudes.
"No can do. I'm here to teach you, and I'm not getting paid until you get your grades up." Diluc explains.
Kaeya gives it a thought and surprises the redhead when he suddenly sat on his lap.
"W-what are you-"
"If you quit now, I'll make it worth your while." Kaeya whispered to his ear.
Diluc groaned as the bluenette grinded his hips.
"I know you still like me. I saw how you looked at me. You want me, don't you?" Kaeya seduced.
He was right. Diluc did want Kaeya.
It's as if a switch was flicked inside his brain. The next thing he knew, he was carrying Kaeya to his bed and hovering over him.
The shocked look on Kaeya's face as he laid under him got to Diluc's pride. It felt good to see him like this.
"You think you can have everything and anything you want, huh? Well, I will be teaching you a very important lesson."
Kaeya didn't know how he ended up on his knees, moaning as fingers opened up his asshole. He never intended to actually have sex with Diluc. He just wanted to scare him off, in fact, he never even had sex before. His entire body trembled just from those fingers abusing his prostate that got him cumming hard.
"P-please..." Kaeya begged, but he doesn't know what for.
For Diluc to stop? Or for Diluc to put something bigger in him?
His body language can say for itself as he took one of his ass cheeks and spread them.
"You want more? Hmm, how about a deal? Allow me to tutor you, and I'll put my dick in you. If you get your grades up, I promise you'll have a reward from me."
Kaeya immediately nodded and agreed, pushing his ass higher in the air.
Who knew getting fingered felt so good? He could only imagine how sex would feel, and he wanted it so bad.
He gasped, followed by a moan as he felt Diluc's tip stretch his rim. It burned for a bit but after Diluc had given him time to adjust, he could finally feel the pleasure set in.
But why wasn't Diluc moving yet?
"There's something I'd like to hear from you first. An apology." Diluc whispered in his ear. "You broke my little heart back then, you know?"
"I-I...I'm sorry...please forgive m-me..."
"Why did you bully me? Did you hate me that much?" Diluc asked, making slow circular movements with his hips.
"Mnnhh...no..."
"Then why?"
"I...didn't know..ah..how to say I liked you..too."
Kaeya hid his face on his arms in shame. He was never an expressive kid, always surpressing his actual feelings even now, but of course, he was ashamed of ever bullying someone for liking him. It only made it worse that Diluc turned out to be his type.
He was rewarded for his honesty. Diluc started thrusting in and out, relishing on the moans that followed from the man beneath him. Diluc's hands roamed all over his body, touching and leaving marks on untouched skin.
For a moment, he pulled out completely. Before Kaeya could ask why he stopped, he was flipped over until he could see him face to face. Diluc's cock suddenly buried itself back inside the tight ass and continued to rearrange Kaeya's insides.
Oh, how beautiful Kaeya looks with that fucked out face looking directly at the man fucking the life out of him.
"I'm gonna cum inside you."
"Yes...please cum inside..me." Kaeya moaned out loud as his tummy burned with his incoming climax.
With a loud moan, almost a scream, Kaeya's body convulsed as cum dripped from his dick and his walls tightened around Diluc. The redhead groaned as he released inside him in bliss. Slowly, he eventually pulled out, watching as his cum overflowed from the swollen, puckered hole.
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"Is this how you treat all your students?" Kaeya asked with a bit of a huff.
Although, a bit ashamed that he got out of control like that, but at least it worked out.
Eventually, Kaeya did get his grades up and got his reward from Diluc.
His reward involved a romantic date, a confession, and a very sex-filled night at a hotel.
END.
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-Princess (Katsumi Orochi x fem!Reader)
So, I know this might be really bad, but please take into consideration that this is my first time writing something that's not a headcanon. (ft. Grammarly, bc writing is not that easy)
That was one of those nights where the Tokugawa mansion was full of people celebrating the inauguration of the new tournament... and something else. Hundreds of people were wearing fancy clothes and eating exotic foods, the house was carefully decorated, with creamy-toned curtains and golden balloons. Everyone was having a great time. Except for a certain young lady upstairs...
-Miss... I know how nervous you are, but you know how excited your grandfather is...- Said one of the maids.- I promise you’ll be all right, and oh dear you look beautiful.
-Thanks Hina, I know it can’t be that bad, but having the spotlight on me all night... It’s terrifying.
A sudden knock interrupted the conversation.
-Y/N, darling, it’s about time.- Mitsunari Tokuwaga’s voice was heard across the door.
Shyly, the young lady opened the door to see her grandfather standing with a proud smile.
-You are gorgeous as always, I’m so happy you finally agreed to join the family tradition.- Small tears almost started falling from the old man’s eyes as the started walking.
Eventually, they stood by the giant stairs, and Mr Tokugawa drew the crowd’s attention to them with a loud clap.
-Dear guest, we’re all reunited here to celebrate the opening of what will be the biggest marcial arts tournament, the Maximun Tournament! And mosts importantly, my granddaugther’s joining to the family tradition! As you all know, my dear Y/N will anounce the encounters from now on. All said, please wellcome, Y/N Tokugawa!
The man’s words were followed by applauses as the girl went down the stairs. Minutes later, the party continued, and only one thing changed, everyone’s eyes were on Y/N. The girl was quickly cornered by people asking her questions and congratulating her, after half an hour, the crown finally calmed down and left her alone.
She looked around the room looking for a certain someone. She recognized some faces, the Shinogi brothers, Mr.Shibukawa, Mr.Igari, Mr. and Mrs. Orochi, and a few other figthers, but she couldn’t find him anywhere.
-Hey Y/N, what’s up?- The girl turned around to see a certain brown-haired boy.
-Baki! You’re also here! Do you know...
-He’s outside.- She was cut off by the teasing voice of the teenager. He knew her well, she was like a big sister to him, he knew all her secrets, and he also knew who she was searching for.
-Thanks Baki, you really are the best.- She responded hugging him tigthly before sneaking to the garden.
And there he was, black hair, confident posture and a charming smile on his face, god was he handsome. The one and only Katsumi Orochi, her best friend and the boy he has loved all her life.
She still remembers when they first met.
...
At that time, both of them were 5. Her grandfather took her to the Orochi's house, apparently there was a new member of the family. They arrived to see Mr. Orochi standing by the door, Doppo greeted them with a smile and invited them in. She was about to say hi to Natsue when suddenly, a black haired boy appeared behind her. He was pretty tall and already had some muscles, he wasn't a normal 5 years old boy.
-Y/N, Mitsunari, I'd like to introduce you to Katsumi, our recently adopted son.- Said Doppo.
Since that day, they became inseparable.
...
-HELLO! EARTH CALLING Y/N!- Katsumi's voice brought her out of her thoughts. She hadn't noticed how she had been staring at him the whole time.
-I knew you would eventually get overwhelmed and come here.- Sighted the young man.- You look... really nice.
The girl felt flattered yet a little disappointed, deep in her heart she wanted him to tell her she looked beautiful, not just "nice".
-You know, I really appreciate the fact that you're here, I was starting to feel even more anxious with all those people looking at me.
Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by Tokugawa's voice being heard from inside.
-Now please pay attention to my dear Y/N, who has prepared a speech to inaugurate the new tournament!
OH SHIT. THE SPEECH.
Yes, she had completely forgotten about it, great way of making the first impression to hundreds of people Y/N.
-Katsumi.- She said looking at the young man beside her.- Take me out of here.
-You don't need to say it twice.- He responded before picking her up in bridal style and jumping through the fence, running away from the party.
Soon, the Katsumi stopped running and left Y/N on the ground, then they began walking calmly through the streets. Of course, people stared at them, I mean, who wouldn't stare if they saw a man in a Tuxedo accompanying a woman with a ball gown. They didn't mind people staring, until...
-Look, mommy! A princess!- Screamed a little girl to her mother.- Hey miss princess! Where is your crown?
Y/N was about to tell the truth but the illusion on the girl's face prevented it.
-Oh! My crown! You're right! I must have forgotten it at the castle!-She said before looking at the girl's mother with an accomplice smile.
-I see...- Said the little one.- Hey, is that your prince?
Katsumi's face went red for an instant, but he decided to play along.
-Of course! I saved her from a 100 men army!- He said while placing a confident hand on her waist.
-Excuse me, can my daughter take a photo with you two?- Said the mother.
-Of course!- Y/N responded before her "prince" could say anything
Katsumi held the little girl in his arms, and after taking the photo, the kid and her mother continued with their walk.
-You know my grandfather is going to be super angry at us, right? Will you be as brave as you now when you have to take responsibility?
-To have you as my princess? I will be the bravest.
#baki x reader#baki son of ogre#baki the grappler#katsumi orochi#katumi orochi x reader#baki#tokugawa#anime x reader#anime
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Want so bad
Ch7 call me tonight
Changbin shook his head high key amused. One of his best friends had a very obvious crush on the new kid. And it was just hilarious to watch.
He observed as Han suddenly pinned leeknow to the wall on the other side of the room.
"Damn." He flinched. Who knew Han had that in him!
The sound of pure laughter rang in his ears and he turned towards it.
Felix was getting a piggyback ride from hyunjin.
Changbin watched them thoughtfully. There was something special about them both that made him double take. The atmosphere the two created made it even more interesting.
Before he could change his mind the rapper barged in.
"Hyunjin, Felix." He nodded.
Hyunjin narrowed his eyes in jealousy.
"Do you need something?" He asked in a chilly tone.
Felix reached for changbin's hand, making his heart melt. How could one man be such a sweetheart? An incredible source of positivity and joy. He had never seen anything like it. And hyunjin was so unapologetically himself. It was extremely refreshing. He found himself wanting to be apart of their little friendship.
Felix seemed thrilled to see him but hyunjin needed a bit more convincing.
Let's see which one of you angels falls harder. He thought to himself.
"Hyunjin~ he grabbed his shoulder and stamped a foot. "Hyunjinnie~" he complained. "Let me join you! Don't break my heart." He pouted playfully.
Hyunjin blinked a look of confusion in his eyes. It was clear that he had thought Changbin was there to flirt with his Felix. But here he was teasing him instead.
"Get off-" hyunjin grumbled, but he didn't actually feel that angry. If anything he was just curious and flattered now.
"Must escape!" He started hauling Felix across the room who shouted his enjoyment.
Changbin caught up to them at last and an idea popped into his head.
What better way to get closer to someone than cuddling up under the blankets?
"Hyunjinnie, jinnie. Can I join you please."
Hyunjin finally gave in with a slight eyeroll.
After a few more piggy back ride laps, Felix slid off hyunjin's back and onto the floor. He brushed hair out of his handsome face. Eyes piercing right through him directly to his core.
"Hyunnie. How can you carry me so easy?" He blinked. "So strong." He murmured, feeling up his arm. Hyunjin grew shy and Changbin flexed demanding attention as well.
Felix feeled up his arms longer than hyunjin. Because I have so much more to feel. He boasted silently.
Changbin grinned he was already having a lot of fun messing around with these two boys. The most interesting part of this new dynamic he had created is each boy brought out a completely different side of himself.
Hyunjin made him work harder with his snarky remarks and eyeroll. while all Felix had to do was breathe and Changbin would find him endearing,
He grabbed each boys hand and ran his thumbs over their knuckles. "Let's watch a movie together. At my place." He offered smoothly.
Hyunjin looked slightly confused but Felix lit up immediately.
"Blanket cuddles are the best kind." He informed hyunjin who grew increasingly shy with the remark.
"If Felix is in then I'm down." He agreed.
Changbin smirked. "Here's my number. Call me tonight if you don't have plans."
Pretty soon it was only him and Bangchan left in the
Room. The leader had seen the whole exchange.
"Why did you invite them to our house?" He asked curiously. Three racha were already living together long before the other members were chosen.
Changbin shrugged. "Movie. Is there a problem?" He asked sarcastically.
Bangchan narrowed his eyes. "But the couch is so small!" He spluttered.
Changbin wasn't phased.
"That's the point mr Chan."
Bangchan folded his arms
What am I going to do with all these boys?
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Yandere!Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Drabble
Plot: You're having a thing with Marcus as, just, rebound stuff. He's someone, to you, to have some fun with, and help forget about the guy that broke your heart. And he knows this. He knows what he is to you- what he is supposed to be in this situation.
But he has no intention of letting you go- especially not when your ex starts trying to get you back.
Warnings: Yandere character, Age Difference (Marcus is like, early to mid 30's and you're fresh outta college), Emotional Manipulation, sexual references, a dose of sexism- okay so this got a little away from me XDD I think you'd be better off with your douchewagon of an ex in this one- but I hope someone with just as messed up a mind as I do somewhere, likes this XD
Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibesand @one-edgy-bitch
🔆🔆🔆
"Okayyy, haha. I've got to go, now," You grin, pulling away even as Marcus tries to follow you, and forcing a giggle at his playful actions before letting him go; Stepping back. "Breaks over, lover boy. Time to get back to work."
"Come on... "
"Don't 'come on', me... I'm coming over to your place after work!- you can wait til then!" Shaking your head at him with a gentle, perturbed grin on your face, you're about to step further away- when your phone suddenly dings. And as you pull it out of your pocket and take a look at the message, Marcus takes you by the hips and guides you back to him as he leans against the wall once again.
The next words uttered are from Marcus, and theirs a marginally more serious tone to his voice. Probably due to your sudden change in body language, getting stiffer, as you read the message. "Who's that?... " He asks quietly, thumbs brushing over the skin showing between your shirt and your jeans. You glance at him, heart racing suddenly, before swiftly pocketing the phone, and flashing a smile; But removing his hands from your body.
"Just a data alert." Yes, you feel bad for lying, but you aren't about to tell him that it was your ex boyfriend saying hi. That would be way too awkward.
What Marcus doesn't know, isn't going to hurt him.
Immediately that dumb, handsome smile returns to his face and you feel relief simmer in you. "Okay! So- you're definitely coming over tonight, right??"
You nod, quickly. "Definitely! Now, I gotta go take over for Garret! See ya!"
"Wait- " You'd already turned around to rush off... maybe to respond to that text you received, if your heart can calm down for a damn second... but Marcus' call makes you stop, turn around. He's now standing up straight, towering over you, and his arms wrap around your body once again; Pulling you up against his.
"Oh. Watch those hands, Marcus, remember we're at work~" You joke light-heartedly, at the advance, but your giggles are cut off abruptly when he kisses you. Its an oddly deep kiss, for the moment; His lips seeming to totally encompass you as he applies pressure, and you almost lose yourself in it. Almost getting dizzy, as you allow yourself to be deterred by him- afterall, that's why you're together. A good old romp to get your mind off a painful ex. A rebound.
The feeling of his hands drifting down a bit too far, though, wakes up. And you end the kiss- snatching up his wrists, and placing them back in front of him with playful wink. "What'd I say?"
Then you turn on his cheekily smirking face, and successfully walk off.
Marcus watches you turn the corner, before revealing your phone in his hand, which was hidden from your view as you had walked off, and switches it on as he leans back against the wall. Just chilling... snooping... Its fine. He had a pal in prison who did the exact same thing with his gal, and they're going strong 30 years, now. "Okay, Y/N... lets see what's really going on, here... "
When he sees the most recent message, not even opened yet, a disappointed frown immediately spreads across his face. He sighs. "Oh, Y/N... " Then, realising you did not start contact with your ex, on further inspection... Marcus' eyes narrow. A dangerously displeased, almost mad look appears in his eyes. "Oh, hell no."
Because he can talk to you. You're maybe having a bad day if you text your ex, and he can convince you that that's a bad idea.
But if its your ex texting you- that's a threat. Marcus has to do something about this.
He's not going to let you get swept away from him- he has a plan, see? Yeah, he agreed that what the two of you had would just be rebound fun... but that's just for now. You're going to fall for him; That's how it works. You two'll be regular romantic comedy material, he's sure. He's just got to convince you that this is right, then you're going to realise what he already knows, that you two are meant for each other, and rebound sex will turn into making love; He'll be your boyfriend, not just your Guy. And your husband, too, one day. He knows it'll work.
But this could destroy his chances entirely. This is a huge problem. He's got to get rid of this.
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After getting to his place and returning your phone, convincing you that you must have accidentally shoved it in his pocket rather then yours seeing as you two were so wrapped up together- you and Marcus found yourselves in the kitchen... after fucking, that is. There's a tub of ice cream between you as you chat about your days, and Marcus is living. He cant help but think this is how it should be. You in his shirt, giggling at jokes he's made, eating ice cream after mind-blowing sex with him.
Him.
That should be every day!
And it will- as long as he can put you off your ex.
"Hm," He chuckles, loving the sound of your laughter when he throws a zinger at you... but, unfortunately, knowing he's gotta change tact soon, if he's going to make any headway today, with your whole... douchebag ex, situation. "So... when I realised I had your phone... I might have noticed something... "
Your spoon stops on its way to the ice cream, and its a dead give away that you're hiding something. Even though he knows what's going on, he hates that you haven't been honest with him. If you're going to be married some day, you're going to have to trust him. Every sturdy relationship is built on honesty, and trust. Oh, he'll teach you. "... Oh?... "
Feigning awkwardness, which is not hard at all because this is an awkward conversation, Marcus rolls his shoulders back before he starts. "Was that, um, your... ex? That texted you?"
Immediately, you droop. You leave your spoon in the ice cream tub, and avoid his gaze. Its cute. Sighing, you take a deep breath after a moment, and nod. "Yeah... it was." Good girl.
Marcus cant help but wonder whether you're nervous because he found out, though, or because this... guy... makes you nervous.
He wants to be the one making you nervous.
Faking a relaxed demeanour, though, Marcus shrugs; Focusing on the delicious treat between you. "What does that douchebag want?"
"Marcus!" You gasp, and his blood boils. What? He's not allowed to call your ex a douche? He left you!!
Ugh, he has to shut this down now.
"What? He hurt you, didn't he? 'M just being a good friend... Just a little... protective over you, you know? You don't deserve to be treated like that." And with him, you would never get hurt like that. God, why cant you just see that he's the right one for you? Why doe she have to jump through hoops?
Fuck, Y/N!
Marcus blood pressure is definitely rising as he works himself up, but he tries to stifle it; To shut it down. Because you look so fucking cute, blushing and embarrassed. "Yeah... I know." You speak softly, looking down at your lap. "I was just with him for long y-you know?? I just... he has me wrapped around his little finger, and I... I don't know... how to escape." You deflate like a sad balloon, pouting, and it takes everything in Marcus not to squeeze sense into you. He settles for taking one of your hands in his over the table; Being a comfort.
Oh... Y/N, you don't know anything about being wrapped around someone's finger. You've got him in a Chinese fucken finger trap. And you don't even know it!
"Hey," He pushes through the intrusive thoughts, thinking that you're such a bitch for saying these things to him, such a thoughtless, naïve, little bitch. Because he would never say those things to you, never. He loves you, and he would never want to make you feel sad... Even if you destroy him. "I get it. I do. But... its not forever, you know? I'm here to help you." He forces a kind smile, feeling it become real as you give one back; Optimism and warmth in your sweet, innocent face as you look up at him. Him! "And part of that, is not letting you text that asshole back."
"... You're sweet, Marcus."
A bashful grin flashes across his face. "You're sweeter."
Oh, that was such a sweet moment between us, Marcus thinks, grinning at you. That's what he craves.
Days full of cute moments like that between me, and my lovely little stay-at-home, mother-of-my-kids. My little, dumb wife.
A perfect life with her.
... Then you snort. "Haha- that was reeal cute, there. Lets try not to let it happen again, though, okay?" You giggle, visibly cringing as you return to the tub of ice cream, scraping out a nice mouthful of the creamy substance. Marcus feels his heart thud at it, though, and the grin is wiped clean off of his face.
... Stupid fucking bitch. What the hell was that!? That was foul. You really should get punished for something like that- you're just lucky you're not at that point, yet. When you're his, undoubtedly his... then... Well, then you'll just have to learn how to fucking behave.
For now though, Marcus pastes on a smile; Only squeezing your hand a little harder instead of telling you what for.
"Yeah, hah... Kinda dumb." He forces the words out, watching you grin and nod your head, sucking on the spoon. Rolling his shoulders once again to relieve the tension, Marcus moves on. "So... y'think you're gonna text that fucker back?"
Looking thoughtful for a moment, frowning as your eyes fall downcast and your teeth nibble on the end of the utensil between your teeth - honestly making Marcus a little hard at the sight, - , you honestly leave him hanging for a few moments... before you finally shrug. "I don't think so. You're right, he did hurt me, and... the easiest way to get over him, I guess, is to ignore him." Your eyes flicker up, wide and adorable, to his. "Right?"
"Totally."
When you smile, hop off the stool and onto his lap to finish the rest of the ice cream, Marcus smiles for real.
You're fucking perfect.
#Marcus' got a bit of a pat bateman thing going on here XDD#Superstore#Superstore x Reader#Yandere Fic#TW: Yandere#TW: Abuse Intent#Yandere!Marcus White x Fem!Reader Drabble#Marcus White x Reader Drabble#Marcus White x Reader#Marcus White#Superstore Marcus#Yandere!Marcus White
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Starker Harry Potter au where tony is a Slytherin and Peter is a Hufflepuff.
Loved writing this one.
on ao3
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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Tags : Hogwarts AU, Hufflepuff!Peter Parker, Slytherin!Tony Stark, love letters, secret admirer, insecure Peter, fluff
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"Yule is kinda like muggle prom." Ned says and swallow a mouthful of his turkey.
"Yeah, but like more fancy. Ball and all that." Peter agrees.
"It's pretty useless." MJ shrugs. "We have take a date and dance. What's the point?"
Peter doesn't say anything but he secretly agrees.
"Will you guys go?" Ned asks, "I wanna go but if you don't then I won't."
"We'll go." Peter assures, "not missing the food."
"We need to take dates to the ball." MJ reminds them. "I'll have to ask Gwen if she'll go. She probably will."
"Are you gonna ask Betty?" Peter asks Ned who starts stammering and tries to change the subject.
"What about you? Who are you gonna take?" Peter pouts a bit and shrugs.
"Don't know. Maybe Harry. If he says yes."
"He won't. Harry is gonna take his new boyfriend."MJ says.
Peter frowns, "Maybe Harley?"
"Nope." MJ replies, popping the 'p' at the end, "he and Barnes are going together."
"How do you know that?" Ned asks.
"Because I can see them making out right there."
Peter and Ned both turn to see. And yep, they're making out without any care of the world. It doesn't take long for Peter's eyes to stray to the boy sitting beside Harley.
Tony.
The one Peter actually wants to ask to Yule but doesn't have the guts to. MJ notices where he's looking at and kicks him under the table.
"Stop stating like a creep."
"I'm not staring like a creep." Peter hisses.
"Dude, you're totally staring like a creep."
"Ned..."Peter whines.
"You've been pining after him since your first year. Just ask him if he wants to go to the ball with you." MJ suggests like it's that easy.
"Why would he go with me? He's always surrounded by such pretty people." Peter mumbles.
"The worst thing that could happen is him saying no. At least you'd get it out of your system."
"Let's not talk about it right now. Yule ball's still months away."
Both MJ and Ned sigh but leave the subject alone.
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Peter feels more and more depressed as he sees people asking others out for Yule. Especially, after they started learning how to dance. Peter found out that he's quite good at dancing but it's pretty useless if he has no one to dance with.
Practically, he knows he could try to ask someone out. But he really doesn't want to ask anyone when he knows he'd be looking at someone else the whole time.
The 'someone else' who's currently dancing with a Hufflepuff girl from their class. It's just his luck. That Slytherins and Hufflepuffs are practicing together.
He wants to get close to Tony. To ask if he could dance with the older boy. But no matter how he tries he can't gather up the courage.
He feels bland and inadequate compared to Tony. The sixth year boy is smart and handsome. He always talks sweetly and despite coming from a pureblood family never cares for prejudice and has friends from all houses.
He has flocks of admirers surrounding him. Peter has heard how girls and boys are always ready to ask him out and he has had several incidents with love potions already.
How could timid little Peter ever stand by him.
So, he settles for looking from afar, trying to subdue the ache in his heart.
-
"I have an idea." MJ suddenly says.
"Oh no..." Ned mutters but MJ ignores him.
"You could write a letter to Stark."
"Why would I write a letter to him?"
"You don't have the balls to confess to his face." she shrugs, "So write a letter. Just write what you want to say and give it to him. It'd be much more easier."
"That's not really a bad idea." thinking about it Peter can tell it could work. Maybe. With the 'Parker Luck' things rarely work out for him.
"Wow, MJ that's actually pretty smart." Ned says.
"I'm a Ravenclaw." she deadpans.
They start bickering in the background but Peter doesn't pay attention to that. He's already thinking of what he'd write for his letter.
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When Peter sits down to write a letter nothing comes to his mind. There are so many things he wants to tell Tony. But as he takes his quill and parchment, he can't think of anything. In the end he settles for a poetry.
the stars,
the moon,
the infinite galaxies-
but there is still no one quite
as magical
as
you
↳ Love Bug
Peter wanted to write his own name, he really did. But he wants to see if Tony likes the letter first. If he does, then he'd send one with his name. At least, that's what he tells himself.
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That's what he tells his friends too. They just roll their eyes at him.
Peter folds the letter into a crane and charms it to fly towards Tony.
Peter holds his breath as the letter sits on Tony's hand and he delicately opens it. A beautiful smile grows on his face as he reads it, his friends gushing at his side.
So much warmth spreads into Peter's body that he feels like he's melting.
-
That night he writes a letter again but doesn't give it to Tony until a week later. This time too doesn't use his real name. Just one more anonymous letter, he tells himself.
between sees, galaxies and moon
I was lucky
I stepped in the same land,
dreamed under the same stars
as you
↳ Love Bug
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Peter sends this one the same way, folded into a crane and flying towards Tony. He smiles in the same gorgeous way reading the letter and looks around. Peter ducks his head instantly, not ready for the revelation yet.
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"How long are you gonna hide your identity?" Ned asks that night when he's writing another letter.
"Just a bit longer." he says.
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Peter sends one each week. Never with his name.
when they ask
what do you love about magic,
I think of you
and the way you gave light
to my world
with just one smile
↳ Love Bug
He gets a blush out of Tony this time. Peter's heart tightens until he can't breathe anymore.
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"Are you ever gonna tell him?" Harley plops on the seat beside Peter.
"Look at you, having breakfast with your friends. Barnes finally gave your mouth a break?" MJ teases him.
"Nah, we have plans for my mouth later. Just in a different way." MJ cackles while Peter and Ned choke on their food.
"And Peter, so?" Harley raises a brow, "Never telling Tony are we?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter mutters uselessly.
"Really dude. I can recognize your handwriting with my eyes closed. And only you're dumb enough in the whole school to give him anonymous love letters.
Peter deflates instantly, "It's just-he'd never accept me anyways. So what's the point?"
"Pete," Harley shakes him by his arm, "you have no idea how much he loves those letters. He looks forward to them every week. He'd say yes in a second." Harley insists.
"No, he won't." he shakes his head, disagreeing. "He just likes the letters. Once he knows that I sent him those, he'd immediately tell me to stop. Why would someone like him ever like someone like me?"
His friends look at each other helplessly but Peter doesn't care. He has this one thing with Tony. Even if it's one sided. He can't let his own selfishness ruin that.
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looking at you was like
listening to a song
and knowing
it would be
my favorite
↳ Love Bug
As always, Tony looks around to find someone looking back. Peter never dares to.
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Winter is here in its full glory now and that means Yule ball is coming closer too. Ned has already asked Betty out and he knows MJ and Gwen are going together. He thinks maybe he'd just skip it.
They are doing Potions with the sixth year Slytherins today. Peter glances around a bit but doesn't see Tony.
Since Ned has a fever and Madam Pomfrey told him to take rest.
"Mind if I sit here?" Peter snaps his head up hearing the familiar voice and sees Tony standing in front of his table.
When he doesn't answer, Tony raises a brow and Peter flushes.
"Yes-yeah...um-sure. You can sit. Yep." he sturrers out.
Tony smirks slightly and looks amused but sits without saying anything more.
It's a theory class, so all they have to do us write whatever the Professor is saying. From the corner of his eye he can see that Tony isn't writing anything. Peter wants ask the reason but doesn't have the confidence to get a word out without stuttering.
After the class finishes, Peter was giving his notes when last look when Tony calls him.
"Hey," Peter startles and looks up and sees Tony looking at his notes, "You're Harley’s friend right?"
"R-right." Peter gulps in nervousness.
"What's your name?"
"Pe-Peter. Peter Parker."
Tony doesn’t say anything more. Just gets up and leaves fir his next class. Peter is a mix of confusion and joy for the whole day.
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There's only a week left for the Yule Ball. Even though Peter never got around asking Tony out, he's feels good when Tony smiles reading his letters. The fact that he can make Tony smile is enough for him.
like breathing
loving you
is the most natural feeling
I've ever known
↳ Love Bug
This time, reading the letter Tony doesn’t smile. Peter feels like maybe he messed something up. Maybe using the word 'love' - no matter how true - was too much.
But then Tony looks directly at him and even though Peter ducks his head quickly, their eyes meet for a second.
"Peter," MJ hisses at his side, "Stark's coming here."
Peter glances up just a little and seeing Tony actually coming to their table, eyes trained on him.
Tony stops right in front of him and Peter looks up through his lashes.
"Peter, wanna go to the Yule Ball with me?" Tony asks.
Peter's brain screeches to a halt because, What?!
"Uh..." he says unintelligently.
"No?"
"No! I mean yes! Yes, I'll go to Yule with you. Totally." he finally manages to say.
"Cool." Tony smiles that beautiful smile again but this time it's directed at him, "Wear red. I'll pick you up." Tony starts to walk back to his seat but stops and looks at Peter, "You have a really nice handwriting, Love Bug."
Peter gapes at Tony and pretty much spends the entire week filled with excitement and mortification.
-
Years and years later, Tony still hasn't stopped calling him Love Bug.
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Against All Odds
Part 227
McCoy
Khan.
Why his stomach tightened when the augment was mentioned McCoy wasn’t sure. He sat down next to Scotty on the bed. He knew Scotty was looking at him so he tried to keep from frowning.
“That’s up to you darlin’. If you want to help him…”
McCoy realized how terrible his words must sound.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. He’s trying and if you think it will help, then it’s between you two.”
That sounded just as bad. McCoy sighed, and flopped backward on the bed.
“I sound like an ass Scotty, I’m sorry.”
He tried to smile at his boyfriend, but he knew it didn’t reach his eyes.
Khan.
Why did it seem like he was always throwing a wrench into things? After his apparent change of heart at school, he always seemed to know where Scotty was. Khan never seemed to have to search for the Scotsman, he just knew and found him. After he and the rest of the school had learned McCoy and Scotty were a couple, Khan had seemed even more open to Scotty. Attempting to pass pleasantries or waving when they entered somewhere.
McCoy wanted to believe it was Khan realizing what a jerk he had been and how wonderful a person Scotty really was, but something still nagged him in the back of his head. Khan’s smile was too sincere yet his eyes… McCoy couldn’t figure it out.
But he didn’t own Scotty and all his time. If his boyfriend wanted to help someone, or spend time with others, McCoy had no problem with that. Khan though… McCoy could admit the augment was handsome, with his intense eyes. He swallowed. Scotty loved him. He wouldn’t suddenly leave McCoy for a boy who had treated him badly for so long. Would he? Scotty had known Khan longer, they had history, albeit mostly bad history.
McCoy looked up at Scotty. He had turned slightly to see McCoy better when he had laid down. They were both watching each other. McCoy’s heart began to pound nervously. What if Scotty chose Khan? His breathing increased.
“I only want to help,” Scotty said slowly. “It’s the right thing, even if it is Khan.”
McCoy nodded slowly and closed his eyes in a long blink. He felt the bed shift. He opened his eyes again to see Scotty leaning over him.
“I love only ye Len,” Scotty said in a soft voice.
Heat raced up McCoy’s face. He was such an idiot. A momentarily jealous idiot. How could he have embarrassed himself like that? Scotty could read everything across his face. How could he doubt Scotty? Of course Scotty would never choose Khan.
“I’m sorry, I know,” McCoy whispered. “I love you too.”
“It’s alright, I forgive ye Len.”
Scotty smiled softly at him before leaning closer for a kiss.
“How about we get undressed and under those covers and read?” Scotty suggested when he pulled back.
McCoy nodded. Anything to erase his lapse of trust. He sat up when Scotty moved, then stood. He pulled his shirt over his head as he crossed the room to retrieve their book. He dropped the shirt at the side of the bed when he returned, then began to undo his pants.
Scotty was quicker and already in the bed. McCoy quickly joined him and they got cuddled together comfortably. McCoy opened the book to the place Scotty had marked and began to read. The words flowed and slowly his jealous feelings soothed themself away as Scotty’s breathing became more and more even on his chest.
Part 228
Scotty
“Are you ready?”
Scotty nodded slowly as they got into the car which would drive them to the close by city.
It was the first day of their last week on Georgiares II. The articles had finally stopped and Leonard had suggested that he could show Scotty his favorite places at town now.
Though Scotty had been hesitant about it at first, he had agreed. He really wanted to see what Leonard loved and which places he visited. Still, it was strange to leave the secure walls of the palace.
Spock and Jim were coming with them. Mainly because of Spock’s job as bodyguard. In town Leonard needed special security so Sarek would be with them too.
To be honest, knowing that the Vulcans were there, made Scotty feel a little bit safer and more confident about the whole thing. With bodyguards at their side, no one would dare to come up to the pair and ask questions or bother them.
On their drive to town, Jim was talking mostly. He told the others about how excited he was to see the town. He hadn’t been there before either. And he wanted to see everything. At least so he had exclaimed happily.
Scotty, on the other hand, didn’t know if he was excited in a good or a bad way. People would surely be staring at them. They would whisper and take pictures.
The Scotsman’s eyes fell on Leonard who was looking out of the window. There was a smile on his face that made Scotty’s heart race. This was important to Leonard. And… as long as they were together, everything would be fine, wouldn’t it? Scotty reached for his boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it, causing Leonard to turn his head to him.
Scotty gave him a smile and, as if to reassure him, Leonard squeezed his hand back.
It would be a great day. For sure.
The capital of Leonard’s home planet was quite big and busy. There were so many different species walking around the streets.
Scotty had never seen so many different kinds before.
He was amazed by how peaceful everyone got along. No one seemed to be bothered by others. He knew very well that on Earth humans were often fighting in big cities. It had always seemed normal to him. But this was much better.
The streets were crowded but since Leonard was the prince everyone moved out of the way as soon as he and the others walked by.
Scotty stared at his boyfriend in awe. How could he be so calm about this? Everyone was looking at him. And Leonard? He just gave the people polite nods and smiles.
Scotty could see though that the smile didn’t reach the prince’s eye. He didn’t like being the point of attraction. But he had learned to cope with it. Over many many years. It would take Scotty some time to get used to it, but as they moved on he too managed a smile and some nods.
It felt awkward. He was just a normal lad from Earth, nothing special. But… when he was with Leonard people noticed him.
“So… where will we go first?” Scotty eventually whispered to Leonard. The prince just smiled conspiratorially.
“It’s a surprise.”
Scotty chuckled softly as Leonard grabbed his hand. They continued their walk and came to a halt in front of a huge building.
Leonard stepped in front of it and spread his arms widely.
“Montgomery Scott, welcome to the best ice cream parlor on Georgiares II!”
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my pronouns; she/they
My personality traits: funny,random,out going kind, shy
my hobbies: is musical theater, acting and singing
my movies/songs/food/places/books: movie: coraline song: bad habit food:pasta place: probably my house. Book: counting with you
if i have any pets: yes i have 2 dogs 2 hamsters 2 turtles and 1 cat
My dreams and aspirations: my dream is to be in Broadway and i dont know what my aspiration is yet.
zodiac sign/MBTI: aries
your aesthetic: it changes from time to time but atm i’m at my softie aesthetic era.
the group i would like you to pick from: stray kids
You are my first ship, I'm so so exited for this omg! 💗 So first of all, thank you so much for participating! Second of all, I absolutely love that your dream is being on Broadway and I'm definitely gonna keep my fingers crossed for you bb!
Now let's get to it!!!
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So personally I wasn't really sure who to pick at first and I really had to think about this one but then it hit me.
From the information you submitted, I can definitely see you with Chan.
My reasoning behind my choice:
- you're an Aries, which makes Chan's Libra a perfect match for you
- you said you're kind, funny and outgoing yet shy, which I think is something that goes along well with Chan's personality (we all know how shy he can get so I think he'd be very understanding and honestly I can see him finding it cute?)
- you wrote that you're in your softie aesthetic era... THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE - like Mr. I only wear black Bang Chan and someone with softie aesthetic??? Big yes yes from me!! <3 Opposites attract, you can't change my mind
- and honestly I think Chan would be so supportive of your dreams and hobbies, always around to help you (if you need it that is) and maybe the two of you could even do a little secret collaboration (a song or two, ya know?)
- also he would definitely love all your pets and would probably spoil them rotten (btw I love that you have so many of them omggg)
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"So, what do you think?"
You put down the headphones, turning around in Chan's chair dramatically, a smile that you weren't able to suppress appearing on your face.
"I love it," you murmur, making the boy sitting opposite you on the couch grin widely, dimples appearing on his cheeks.
"I'm glad. You know how much I value your opinion," he states, giving you a little smile that along with his subtle praise makes your cheeks heat up.
Chan does this quite often, inviting you over to his studio to let you listen to some beats he came up with or showing you some unreleased stuff that he's been working on and you love to be a part of it.
Today is no exception, except for the fact that this is no small part of a song, this is the whole thing. And to your surprise it's not one of the 3racha rapping masterpieces, this is a love song, made by no one else but the boy with soft curly hair and huge black hoodie on that now gazes at you with a sheepish smile on his stupidly handsome face.
"It's something new. I'm- I'm not used to such stuff from you," you voice your thoughts, avoiding Chan's gaze as turn to the monitor again.
"Yeah, I wanted to give this a try. Is it too much of a change?" He asks and you shake your head, smiling.
"No, not at all. I think it's perfect," you state, glancing at him and watching as he looks down at the bottle of water he's been nervously playing with while he let you listen to the song.
"I think it's missing something though," he murmurs and you frown a little, not understanding where's he headed with this.
"What?" You ask, turning around to face him again, genuinely confused since in your opinion there's nothing the song could be possibly missing.
"Wouldn't you- I don't know- wouldn't you like to have a part in it?" He offers, looking up at you nervously, his eyes all big and hopeful and you stiffen.
"A- a part in it? Are you serious?" You blurt out, your heart suddenly picking up pace at his proposition.
Chan often complimented your abilities whenever he caught you singing to yourself and he knew well about your dream to make that along with your acting skills into a full time job but never in a million years would you think he would like you to have a part in his work, let alone in a love song of his.
"Only if you're comfortable with it, of course. I don't mean to pressure you, Y/N. I just- I just kinda thought our voices might match well, yeah?" He explains and you hum, nodding your head, still not able to fully comprehend that this is real.
"As I said, you don't have to though," he emphasizes and you realize you didn't give him any solid answer and so you push back your nerves and finally get the words out.
"Yes. Yes, I'd love to have a part in it," you state with a bright grin that Chan mirrors almost immediately with a hint of surprise on his face.
"Really?" He assures and you nod vigorously.
"Definitely. I think you're right. Our voices might match well," you say, your cheeks warming up at the admission and he smiles.
"Perfect. Let's get straight to it then, if you don't have any better plans," he offers, standing up and approaching you just to lean against the table right next to you, making you look up at him shyly.
"No, no better plans. I got one condition though," you state, making Chan raise an eyebrow at you playfully.
"Pasta first."
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