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I’ve been playing dead by daylight lately ; and now I’m wondering how would the the general yandere rise turtles hcs react if reader made a bet with them if there beat them in DbD , the boys will let the reader go and if reader loses the reader stays with the boys forever.
A/N, not important: Sorry for the wait. Also I have no clue of what Dead by Daylight is, so I just kind of made it a general thing of any game you might play. Also I misread your ask and didn't add the losing rule. My bad, sorry. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
CW: Lying, breaking a deal/promise, isolation mention, kidnapped reader, dark themes, yandere themes, mentions of violence
Words: 2057
Summary: Headcanons of if you made a bet to be set free.
Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr
Michelangelo:
He doesn’t like the idea of it. He’ll ignore your requests at first, especially if you’re not asking him straight up. If you keep pushing it, he’ll finally sit down with you and let you talk. He doesn’t like it at all, mostly because the entire point is to gain your freedom. Mikey was certain he’d made it clear you’d never leave him.
He might concede after a while. After all, you’re both just playing a game, and you must know he’s not actually letting you go, right? You’re happy with him, this has to just be some emotional thing you’re going through, and you want to win a game. He doesn’t mind indulging you in that, especially since there’s no harm in it. It’s just a game.
He doesn’t take the game very seriously when you first start playing. He’s just happy to play the game with you and try to bond. He doesn’t even make his own condition if he wins because it’s not like he’s letting you go anyways. It’s no more of a bet than calling someone a rotten egg after a race.
If you’re losing/lost:
He ignores the devastation on your face, smiling widely at you as he shifts closer to you. He was ecstatic you were spending time with him, and you seemed so happy and serious while playing the game. It’s clear you enjoyed it, and you weren’t even fighting him while playing!
He tries to make a night out of it, quickly ordering pizza and bringing in drinks and candy as he starts to set up different games. He’ll make you happy, he swears. Just stop pouting and come play.
Mikey relies on your love, so he’ll keep playing with you until you seem to be opening up again. He’ll pull you close and kiss you after every game, trying to wear you down. If you’re trying to avoid him, or want to quit after a while, Mikey will ignore your protests and hold you close. He’s a bit upset seeing you genuinely sad that you lost. He makes a note to cook your favorite tomorrow, just to show you being with him wasn’t all that bad. I mean, if you really wanted to leave, you would have tried to run. Clearly he’s doing something right.
If you’re winning/won:
He just leans over and gives you a kiss for doing such a good job before asking if you wanted to play again. He likes seeing you so excited over winning, ignoring the fact you were happy because you thought you’d get to leave.
Gets upset when you demand he let you go, his frustration growing as you get more insistent that you deserve to leave. Mikey finally puts his foot down, harshly telling you you’re never leaving him. He’s not losing you, ever.
If you keep trying to fight him on it, he’ll just pull out your old chains and start treating you like when you first got there. No more privileges, no more opinions, no more leaving his side. You’re stuck in his room until you decide to drop your silly thought of getting away.
You really needed to learn you weren’t ever leaving him, and he’ll teach you by any means necessary.
Donatello:
When you first bring it up, he’d laugh. Why would you be serious about such a thing? Not only are you saying you want to leave him, but you also think you’d beat him at a video game. It’s absurd.
When he realizes you’re serious, he’ll consider it for a moment before agreeing. He’s a bit peeved you really want to try and ‘win’ your freedom, but he’s willing to stay calm and see how this goes. Especially since he could get something from you if you lose. He makes you swear that if you lose, you’ll start showing him more affection as a payoff.
When you both first start playing, he’s not only determined to beat you, he wants to crush you. He’s heavily insulted by your want to play the game for something you should know you’ll never get. The only reason he agrees in the first place is because he knows this is the first time you’ve willingly played a game with him. It’s not like you actually tried to escape, only asked for it. He’d take that over you making a break for it any day.
If you’re losing/lost:
He’ll gloat the entire time. He’s mad at you, and is incredibly competitive. Those don’t exactly mix well.
If at any point you seem to be starting to gain the upper hand, he’ll subtly cheat to keep you down. He wants to end the match as soon as he can so you have less time to possibly win.
Is so smug when he beats you, he feels the entire ordeal worth it. He doesn’t even feel like punishing you for trying to gain your freedom in the first place. He liked being able to play with you, even at the stakes.
Will absolutely expect you to uphold your end of the deal. If he tries to hug you or kiss you after and you try to push him away, he’ll remind you of the deal. He loves seeing the defeat on your face as you give into him.
If you’re winning/won:
Slowly gets more frustrated as the game goes on. He’s not worried about you leaving, he’s not letting that happen even if he ‘promised’, but he’s still salty you’re beating him.
He’ll cheat, whether by messing with your controller/person, or hacking the game and completely nerfing you. He hates losing.
If you are able to win despite his cheating, he’ll probably let his anger boil over. Not only did you ask to be granted freedom, but by the terms, you technically earned it. He’s furious and might start yelling at you, or accusing you of cheating as well. When you try to get him to keep the terms of the deal, he’ll just snap at you to shut up and will get more furious at every mention of it.
You’ll probably end up in isolation for a few days to weeks afterwards. Enjoy your freedom.
Raphael:
Raph gets incredibly frustrated the first time you ask. Why would you want to leave? You’re safe with him, and he loves you. You asking to leave like that is a bit of a punch to the gut.
He gets more clingy with you for a while, always slinging you over his shoulder when he needs to go to a different room, and holding you tighter at night. He’s afraid you’ll try and make a break for it at some point now, so he makes sure to not let you out of his sight.
Raph doesn’t want to play the game with you at all. He doesn’t like the bet placed on it, and it just makes him angry every time you bring it up. He does eventually break down and agree to do it, but it’s mostly to get you to stop asking. At no point does he plan to let you go, no matter what he promised you.
If you’re losing/lost:
He feels a bit bad because you seem so upset, but knowing why you were so upset boils his blood. He’ll lightly tease you to get you to cheer up and let it go, hoping you’d both be able to just forget this and move past it. It was just a little game that he wasn’t taking seriously, so neither should you.
He’ll hold you close afterwards, feeling mostly relieved. You lost on your own terms, so he knew you wouldn’t try to argue with him. If you try to insist on another match, or to try a different game, he’ll just shut you down.
Tries his best to make you happy and tells you how much better it is with him. If you were gone and without his protection, you could be hurt. He tries to remind you of all the villains he’s fought and makes up recent cases and such to try and show you that being with him is better.
If you’re winning/won:
A bit bitter he lost, but just kisses your head and compliments your skills of the game. As you wait for him to let go of you, or bring you to the sewer entrance, and he does no such thing, you start to get upset.
Raph pays no mind to your whining, cursing, or demands, just hugging you close as he silently waits for you to calm down. He tries to be gentle, but gosh you were just being so awful and it’s not really his fault he squeezed you just a bit too hard.
Raph will make sure to keep a tighter grip on you for the next few months. He doesn't trust you to not try and make a break for it now. He stays within arms length of you at all times, and if he ever has to leave, he has you chained to the wall. He’s sorry about it, he swears, but you really are better off with him. One day you’ll see that, he’s sure of it.
Leonardo:
Silently furious at the request, but immediately agrees. With one caveat, of course. If you lose, you have to start acting like you love him. Be affectionate, call him pet names, stop flinching, the whole nine yards.
He’s not worried about you winning, mostly because he’d never actually set you free. Leaving him isn’t an option, not not, not ever. You’re his true love, his soulmate, and no silly bet you’ve made will change that. As far as Leo’s concerned, he’s gaining more than he’s losing from this deal. You’ll still have to hold up your end after all.
Leo has you sit in his lap while you play, mostly because he’s afraid you’d try to make a break for it after you realize he’s not letting you go. After you proposed the initial deal, he lost most trust in you. He’s not going to take any chances.
If you’re losing/lost:
Teases you relentlessly. You suggested playing for your freedom, you took the chance and even chose the game, and you couldn’t even win. Leo thought it was hilarious.
If you whine or backtalk at all, he brings up the terms of the bet while he covers your face in kisses. He’s overjoyed you lost and now have to follow your part of the deal. He’s immediately showering you in affection because he knows you can’t push him away for it.
He’s incredibly smug that he won too, almost forgetting about how angry he was about the deal in the first place. You lost, and now you have to commit to being his forever. By your own doing, you’re stuck pretending to love him until you actually do. He can’t see anything wrong with the arrangement. He’s completely ecstatic.
If you’re winning/won:
A bit peeved at first, mostly because he’s annoyed he lost. His arms grow tighter around you as he stays silent for a few moments. He can hear you clearly telling him to let go and honor his half of the bargain, but why should he? It was a stupid game, and you don’t get to leave.
As you get more erratic, he finally figures out what he wants to do. With gritted teeth, he slowly lets you go so you could leave. He tries to not get angry at the joyous look on your face as you realize he’s upholding his end.
He watches you leave the room, his eyes trained on your back as you run towards the entrance. He’s not too worried, his mind thinking through every small possibility in case his plan goes wrong. He reaches over to the side of his bed and grabs one of his katana’s, the room quickly encased in a bright glow.
Within seconds, you’re back in his lap as Leo’s face nuzzles into your neck. Leo pays no mind to your surprised and tensed form, his arms tight around you. Every angry cry and scream goes ignored while Leo holds you close.
He can’t help but smile as he reminds you that he never agreed to not hunt you back down.
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Hi Twisted Wonderland fandom I'm Jovie
Here's me!!
As the name suggests, I invaded the Ramshackle dorm and now live rent-free in there. No one knows where I popped out from I just started existing one day in NRC
A little disclaimer to say my persona doesn't 100% represent me as a person, she's just a very silly and feral version of myself I use to have fun and indulge for comfort
Errrmmm this blog is specifically for twst-related things because my hyperfixation is getting out of hand. I've been around since the EN version dropped (Jesus Christ over two years) and I've dedicated so much time to this game that I think I'm going insane!!!
I'll post mostly about my MC, Jess (bio coming soon I promise) since I wanna flesh them out as much as I can with both drawing and writing!
Expect lots of rambling- I really like talking about this game and my OCs
Some stuff I'd like to say, ahem:
Feel free to send asks please it's very much appreciated!! Tell me about your ocs or ask about mine, please!! This fandom is so creative and I wanna see more of that here!!!!! Similarly likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!! 💝
I'm a little awkward online and kinda new to being an active member of a fandom, so I only ask for a bit of patience with me lmao
Please, ask to be mutuals if you've been following me for a while, and if I happen to already follow you already feel free to follow back. If any of the 2 cases apply, feel free to be my moot, I'd love to!
Simply, don't be weird or rude. I won't set any rules because I think common human decency is enough to keep in mind 😭
I'm a minor, don't be weird, please.
I'm dyslexic (diagnosed) so if I misread something, feel free to correct me!
Like I said, I love rambling so uhhh if my posts sometimes end up being long don't be surprised
I may post some non-twst stuff if the mood strikes
Unmm Azul's my favourite (if it wasn't obvious) and I'm a certified Azul and Deuce kinnie
Also, I'm Greek, so we believe in Greek Idia supremacy in this household
I'm also Azul's girlfriend/j
A small guide to my tags (when I remember to tag stuff properly at least)
#jovie's art - anything drawn by me
#jovie's writing - anything written by me (includes both rambles and structured writing)
#jovie's rants - random posts of me rambling/ranting about random things
#jess ariti - my MC's tag
#winter bloom - I ship my MC Jess with Neige, making this their ship name
#yumeship - posts of me shipping my sona with canon characters lmao (mostly Azul because I-)
But yeah that's about it! I've been meaning to make this for a while, but only now did I decide to finally finish it lmao
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#meet the artist#artists on tumblr#queer artist#digital artist#small artist#blog intro#twst intro#azul plz date me/j#jovieinramshackle
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Trope Grading Game (instead of WIP Wednesday)
Hey folks, and thank you for the tags on Sunday @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @theearlgreymage @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian and @youarenevertooold, and to @cosmicalart for the tag today (thank you for joining us!)
I’m having a slow morning, so when @aristocratic-otter tagged me in this game, I figured it could be a good way to try to ease myself into some writing. So consider this in lieu of my WIP post!
Honestly this was an interesting one to fill out, because I rarely seek out specific romance tropes. I’m always looking for the circumstances that lie beneath. The setting and plotty plot that the tropes are part of. Also, I’ve realised I’m very ignorant about romance tropes, so I may be misreading some of these xD
Also, most of this is answered in a Snowbaz context, given that’s my only fandom.
Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?
-10 -> very dissuaded
0 - don’t care either way
+10 -> very enticed
nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged
Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.
Age gap: -5
Broadly, no. Anyone younger than 22 in a relationship with someone significantly older is something I avoid. That being said, my all-time favourite cishet romance is Hazel and Agnes in S1 of The Umbrella Academy. I’ve never wanted a cishet Happily Ever After so much in my whole life lol.
Codependency: +4
Broadly, yes. I enjoy fics that unpick the ways in which a couple are entangled and how that creates challenges, as well as how they may be resolved. I guess in a snowbaz context this often also means fluff, and tbh fluff isn’t my thing unless it’s at the end of a fic full of challenges that they have overcome.
Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +5
Outside of Snowbaz, not really. Within Snowbaz (and thus informed by its canon), yes. Especially when Simon is being an oblivious dufus and Baz is pining.
Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +7
Erm yes, I probably like this more than I previously realised lol. Like, as long as this isn’t the defining characteristic of the two characters, I can really get into it. I love Snowbaz fics that show a playful side to Simon.
Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10
Abso-fucking-lutely. Obviously. Hot, lots of strong feelings, tension, angst, yes yes yes.
Friends with benefits: -2
If it’s sex with neither romance nor part of an enemies-to-lovers storyline, I’m not really interested. I’m a romantic at heart.
Sex to feelings: +5
Reasonably neutral as a baseline concept, but this can totally be done very well. It depends on the set dressing that goes with it. Is there conflict? Confusion over said feelings? Something keeping them apart? I love that shit.
Fake dating/relationship: 0
I’ve read good fics that use this concept, but the concept itself doesn’t excite me, so I don’t specifically seek it out.
Friends to lovers: 0
I like enemies to friends to lovers, but I like fics that have tension and uncertainty. Friends with benefits can certainly have that, but for me its not guaranteed to scratch that itch.
Found Family: -3
I’ve not read any found family in fanfiction, but I’ve not enjoyed it in original fiction. It too often casts found family as a cure to a person’s baggage and past trauma, or just flat-out handles these topics in a way I find deeply uncomfortable (coughthehouseintheceruleanseacough)
Hurt/Comfort: +9
Oh yes yes yes. This is my jam. I like it best, however, when it’s part of a larger fic with other things going on (especially as part of a slow burn).
Love Triangle: 0
I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t appeal in the context of snowbaz. I have a slight aversion to fics where Lamb is part of the love triangle. No shade on anyone who writes that, he is a good canon character to place in that role, but it doesn’t align with my personal HC for Lamb.
Poly, open relationships: -5
I guess I’m way too monoamorous for this. Clone smut, however…
Mistaken/hidden identity: +10
OMG. Ok so so this is where I probably stray from the point (lol), because I love this in a very specific context. Do we count Baz hiding the fact he’s a vampire in this? Because I LOVE stories where the character has something strange/supernatural about themselves that they are trying to hide, or that they may not even know about themselves in the beginning. And I could see enjoying this in a non-supernatural context (I just love fantasy elements a lot). Outside of Baz being a vampire, I don’t know if this is done much in the Carry On fandom? If anyone has any recs, I’d very much welcome them!
Monsterfucking: +6
As you’ve probably gathered from previous responses, I’m not a big smut person. But I gotta admit, I do like a bit of monsterfucking.
Pregnancy: +4
For someone with zero interest in having kids, I do enjoy a good mpreg fic. Especially when it’s unexpected and the pregnant character is riddled with doubt and uncertainty, leading to some hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending.
Second Chance: +2
Hmm. I'm neutral on breaking up and getting back together fics, but getting together later fics can be interesting. But, again (fuck this is my mantra), I’m mostly interested in the surrounding circumstances. What is the canon divergence that kept them apart? This is what will snag my interest.
Slowburn: +10
Yes! I LOVE a long plotty fic with slow burn and all that deliciousness.
Soulmates: +8
As long as that baby has some angst/uncertainty/misunderstandings, I am all over that shit.
Right! Now I’m off to see if I can make any meaningful progress on my shipwreck COTTA. Happy Wednesday y’all! I won't tag anyone else but if anyone wants to play, please consider this an invite!
#not wip wednesday#tag game#simon snow#this starts out looking like I don't like any tropes lol#my personal favourites are towards the end
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self rec game
Tagged by @stevethehairington (click for her self-rec post)
Rules: recommend three of your own fics (1 most popular, two hidden gems) then tag some people!
most popular
The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana
Steddie | ~19.5k plus bonus content plus possible future additions | explicit 🌶️
It's been six years since Eddie died. Steve manages a sporting goods store at the mall, and everyone else has moved on and left town. He's twenty-five and he's tired and alone. But the Upside Down is shut away and he's alive and that's what really matters.
Until Eleven calls and says she feels something. Something in Hawkins.
And then Something shows up in Steve's living room and flashes sharp teeth.
(It's vamp Eddie wrecking Steve six ways to Sunday.)
hidden gems
I guess "hidden" is a relative term but I'd really like it if more people were reading my WIP -
The Things We Never Said
Steddie | ~12k posted | Teen+
In 1990, Steve and Eddie lose touch. In 1996, Robin asks Steve why he's still in Hawkins. The monsters are long gone and they aren't coming back. He's allowed to finally move on.
Moving on looks a lot like Nancy and Robin's guest room in Chicago, joining a new ambulance service, and running into a ghost from the past (a ghost with plenty of regrets of his own.)
Post-canon. Steve and Eddie are both paramedics. Second chance romance.
Wiggle & Flourish
Steddie | ~2500 | Mature (no smut)
Eddie says his bedroom is where the magic happens. Apparently he means it.
(Or Eddie shows Steve his handcuffs and Steve vastly misreads the situation.)
Tagging @kafkian @rainbow-nerdss @relenafanel @vibrainium
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Omg thanks for tagging me @cursedvibes 🥰
Rule: 5 favourite fics you've written and pass it on to 5 other writers
Leaving out the ficlets to make things easier (but I'm temped to do something similar for them anyway), and choosing one per fandom for this exact same reason (I'm also tempted to pick my 5 faves for each one of my bigger ones)
Finding Ava. Borderlands 3 au that started with "Finding Nemo with Maya as Marlin, Ava as Nemo and Krieg as Dori would be so funny", then I got tempted and spawned my longest longfic to date. You can tell I wanted more development for a big bunch of characters than what the game gave.
Remnants. I fell deep into the timembomb fandom by watching arcane, then spawned a whole-ass missing scene about pining Jinx and identity and the past. My first time ever writing her, too.
Misread. Me and writing ships from a 3rd character's pov is a love that's growing, and my genshin fic with that premise is this one. Aka, jealuc from Barbara's pov, with a sprinkle of self-doubt.
What do you stand for? This is kinda cheating, since it came from an rp solo thread I turned into fic as well, but. Utahime-centric fic based on her finding her own cursed child and having to be the one directly negotiating with Gakuganji to avoid his execution, with insights on her views, gojohime crumbs and a bsd reference (the kid).
Por el amor de este presidente... My first and rn bigger bsd crack fic, in which both Mori and Fukuchi have beef bcs they both want Fukuzawa back, but will ally to crash every single date he has with any other person in the meantime. Everyone's tired of their shenanigans. Also, the title is way better if you know the song it references, it's very iconic.
Also it's a series already, but shout-out to the dnd-ish au, aka jjk+bsd crossover turned fantasy au bcs I'm never not brainrotted by it, and it's only growing.
Tagging (no pressure as always): @oodlyenough @ildi-dragonheart @monday-headache @rhymbic @noirewaves
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Snippet Sunday
Gah. I need a new muse. Why????? *shakes fist*
well we’re only about 3k into this idea since late afternoon.
Tagging whoever wants to play along. I’m also very open to any suggestions for a title.
Title: Untitled H50 McDanno Fixit Fic
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0
Pairing: McDanno, past Danny/Melissa, Steve/Cathrine, Danny/Rachel
Other tags/warnings: First draft. This idea has bitten me hard and I have yet to dislodge the muse. Might need rabies shot after this. Fix-it fic for end of season 5 of H50. Will have canon mentions of paternity issues with Charlie.
Having to keep his hands to himself was torture the entire drive home, the stitched leather of the steering wheel pressing into his skin as a reminder to not move his hands from their positions at ten and two o’clock respectively. Grace was out like a light in the backseat, dwarfed by Danny’s suit jacket that was getting rumpled. Danny had the window down, shirtsleeves pushed up to show enough skin that made Steve want to swallow his tongue.
He’d never found wrists so scandalous before but he wanted to wrap his fingers around Danny’s and pin him in place so he could do unspeakable things to him but he wouldn’t because Grace was in the back seat.
Danny said nothing when he took the turn towards his own house instead of towards Danny’s condo. He’d just reached over and placed his hand on Steve’s knee, the touch burning hot despite the layer of cloth between their skin. Each little squeeze of Danny’s fingers as they stroked the inner thigh just above the knee seemed directly wired to Steve’s groin, his cock twitching within it’s confines.
They were really doing this. Danny was going home with him—with Grace.
Steve really wasn’t sure what the rules of engagement here were but he was willing to follow Danny’s lead.
Parking in his usual spot, he trailed after Danny who had picked Grace up like she was nothing despite the fact that she was getting too old to be easily carried. Grace simply curled into her father, never waking and instinctively trusting her Danno.
Climbing the two steps of his front porch, he fumbled slightly unlocking the door and allowing Danny to go first before locking the door behind them. Danny had gone straight up the stairs to Mary’s room. Grace had stayed there before and she’d be comfortable there.
It was also the room furthest from Steve’s own.
Left alone for the moment, he retreated to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water but he make himself drink it.
He should. He’d drunk enough champagne earlier that he was slightly dehydrated but all he could think of was that Danny was upstairs putting Grace to bed.
Danny would be back down the stairs any moment and then Steve would need to figure out what to do.
Danny had kissed him.
There’d been that moment—that implication that he wasn’t just going to crash on Steve’s couch for the night—but Steve did not want to overstep here.
He could be misreading Danny’s intentions.
God he hoped he wasn’t.
The only warning he had of Danny’s presence was the touch at his hip before Danny pressed himself against Steve’s back, taking the glass from him and drinking from it.
“Hey,” Steve tried to protest but it came out a little to breathy.
Danny smiled around the rim of the glass, eyes glinting with mischief.
“… I was drinking that.” Steve’s mouth was drier than the Afghan desert.
“Were you?” Danny arched one eyebrow tauntingly, tipping the almost empty glass away in a salute.
Steve liberated the glass, throwing back the remaining water in a single swallow. His eyes never left Danny’s the entire time, trying to not flinch first in this game they were now seemingly playing.
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Friday Kiss Tag
Rules: “Post a kiss between your OCs for Friday. Can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. Can be platonic, romantic, or familial. As long as a kiss occurs, it’s fair game!”
I was tagged by @writingpotato07 and @perasperaadastrawriting! I'm leaving this one open tag -- join in, I love reading cute little kiss scenes!!
This is from a role play I did a year ago -- Jason Todd x Kia. I hope you like it!
He tugged off her helmet, brushed her hair out of her face, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning into that light touch. But she wasn't the only one. Her eyes, wide with terror and something she didn't want to admit out loud just in case she was misreading his intention, locked onto his. Her breath caught in her throat. Was he...? He was. He definitely was. He leaned closer, bringing his face to hers.
Kia was no stranger to kissing -- she slept with a lot of people, and kissing went hand-in-hand with sex. But this? This was different. This was intimate. This was personal.
And it was fucking terrifying.
"I'm okay. You're okay. You shouldn't jump off buildings."
His lips captured hers, and time stopped. In movies and books, they always described it as fireworks, as the world ending and beginning all in a single second. She'd always mocked those books.
But they were right.
Even this chaste kiss lit her skin on fire. She let her eyes drift closed as she kissed him back, her hands slipping from his shoulders to cup his face. Time had stopped, and if she were meant to stay trapped in this moment forever, she would do so without a single breath of complaint.
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communal property [pt. 2] ///
Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou (18+)
Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too? [Part 1]
A/N: so y’all really like this one, huh?? This is the last part and it’s long af but I can’t bring myself to split it up 🥺 love them sm
Tags/warnings: college AU, baby’s first poly relationship, soft but the smut kinda nasty, threesome, size kink, exhibitionism?, mild S&M, praise, sex toys
You’re still getting used to it. You and Ushijima both. Tendou doesn’t seem to need the same adjustment period, but then again this was his idea.
You don’t even know if you’re allowed to kiss Ushijima until a week in, when you’re studying for a midterm in the mini-suite the two of them share (your own dorm is in the same complex, but your roommate is loudly practicing the violin and you don’t have the heart to tell her that music isn’t her calling) and Tendou and Ushijima come in together from evening volleyball practice. It’s been all day since you’ve seen Tendou and he smells all clean and yummy from his shower at the gym, so you put your laptop down and get up on your knees on the lumpy couch cushion and tug your boyfriend’s face down to kissing height, and you kiss him. “Did you do good at the practice game? You’re later than usual.”
“I did good. Slapped ‘em down, totally crushed their spirits. You should’ve seen it!” Tendou grins and pinches your cheek. “Wakatoshi did good too. He almost broke one of the other blocker’s fingers, it went all the way back.”
You suppress a laugh and turn to Ushijima, whose usual stoic face betrays nothing. “Seriously? Is that a good thing?”
Ushijima shrugs, nonchalant as always. He smells good too. He and Tendou use the same cologne—not just the same brand, but literally the same bottle because one of them (you’re not sure which) can’t be bothered to buy his own—and it smells a little different on Ushijima than it does on your boyfriend, but still good. Kind of smoky sweet—
Oh, whoops. You fucked up. It’s still new, so you keep forgetting that you’re supposed to be dating both of them now, not just Tendou. You step up off the couch and make your way over to boyfriend #2 (ranking based on seniority alone, you assure yourself) and stand up on your tippy toes so you can press a light kiss into Ushijima’s jaw, which is about as high as you can reach. “Well. Good work, I guess.”
For a second it’s quiet and you can feel your cheeks starting to burn. Was that too much? Sure, the three of you had a semi-serious discussion about this whole ‘poly relationship’ deal, but you don’t really know the rules. Maybe you’re not supposed to do things like that. Maybe the poly thing was theoretical and you misread, or maybe it was just a practical joke and you’re the biggest idiot alive for believing it.
Ushijima’s eyebrows raise a fraction and Tendou’s jaw drops, but a second later his mouth snaps shut and he grins. “Wakatoshi, you know you can kiss her for real, right?”
This does not help your embarrassment, but you don’t have time to think about it because Ushijima’s already dipping his head down into a nod. “Hm,” he says, and then you feel the weight of his big hands wrapping around the back of your head and tipping your face up so he can bend down and kiss you. For real.
Ushijima’s lips are warm and you can taste a hint of spearmint toothpaste lingering in his mouth. It’s just a quick, standard ‘hello’ kiss (no tongue, even though you can almost feel yourself waiting for it) but it’s your first kiss with boyfriend #2 and you forget to close your eyes for some reason and he’s so—close?—that your heart starts thudding loudly in your chest.
You’re so surprised that you trip back half a step only to bump back into Tendou, who’s somehow made his way to your side so he can give you a peck on the forehead. “See? That was pretty easy, right?”
“Sure,” you reply, a little breathless, and you collapse back down on the couch.
“Told ya the three of us make sense.” Tendou flops down next to you and drapes a long arm over your shoulders, tugging you toward his chest so Ushijima has space to sit on your other side. The couch is definitely not made for three people (especially not you and the two oversized volleyball idiots you’re sandwiched between), but as long as you don’t mind being half in someone’s lap, you have to admit it’s not nearly as uncomfortable as you’d think.
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At first you think there are rules. Invisible, unspoken rules that thread their way around the three of you, waiting to trip you up when you least expect it. Because that’s how dating is, right? A million social codes that everyone is expected to know by heart by the time they turn 18, and you thought you were pretty good at that. All the dating etiquette stuff. Except it’s all different when you’re dating two people, and whenever you think you’ve figured out one of the new rules, Tendou just up and breaks it.
For example, rule #1: don’t tell people that you’re in a 3-person relationship.
This one seems like a no-brainer to you. It took about 2 hours for Tendou to explain polyamory to you back in the cafeteria when he first brought it up, and you’re still not 100% sure why he wants to share you with his best friend. You certainly don’t feel like explaining it to other people. So it catches you by surprise when you come to watch one of his practice games, and afterward, Tendou introduces you to his other teammates as “(Y/N), our girlfriend.”
Our girlfriend.
You were not expecting this. You don’t know exactly what you were expecting (either the usual college-ambiguous “friend” or maybe “my girlfriend” in deference to Tendou’s seniority in the boyfriend ranking), but you weren’t expecting him to just come out and say so casually that yeah, you’re dating both of them, what about it? It takes you a minute to realize that you’re the only one who’s surprised—the other guys on the team react like this is old news, just introducing themselves and making a few harmless comments about how you’re way too hot for Tendou.
While Tendou’s off joking with them, you pull Ushijima to the side by his sleeve to interrogate. “Wait, he—told them? That we’re all dating?”
“Yes,” Ushijima says, like this is obvious. He takes a long sip from his bottle and then wordlessly lifts your backpack out of your hands to shrug it over his own shoulder.
You shoot a wary glance at the team, none of whom are jeering or whispering or making any indication that they think you’re a— well, whatever you expected them to think of a girl with two boyfriends. “And they just…don’t care? They don’t think it’s weird?”
“Is it?” Ushijima asks, piercing you with that solemn look that makes you feel dumb but also somehow manages to make you feel better.
“I don’t know. Maybe not.” You realize then that you’re still pinching the corner of Ushijima’s sleeve, so you let your hand slip down his arm until he catches your wrist and laces his fingers into yours. He does that a lot, you think absently. I guess he likes it?
“Oi, oi, Wakatoshi! Don’t hog her!” Tendou jogs over, taking a minute to pick up his stuff before grabbing your other hand. “We’re going to our place, right?”
“Yeah, okay.” You come over most nights—really just to watch Netflix and help them with homework—but what does that sound like to his teammates? Like you’re going over to stay the night?
Then again, if Tendou and Ushijima don’t care, why should you?
The other guys wave at you while you leave the gym. Someone yells nice to meet you, and your hands are occupied and you can’t wave back so you yell you too instead, and then you walk out on campus, in public, holding hands with both of your boyfriends, like it’s normal.
Rule #2 that you end up breaking: don’t do anything with Ushijima when Tendou’s not around.
It’s not like you think you’re not allowed to be couple-y with Ushijima by himself. There’s no stipulation in your relationship that says everything you do must be done together—in fact, you do plenty of stuff with Tendou when Ushijima’s off somewhere else. It’s just that Tendou is kind of…a buffer? You know he likes you, and you know Ushijima likes him, and you’re amorphously aware that Ushijima is attracted to you at least, but it’s hard to tell if Ushijima actually enjoys spending time with you enough to do it when his best friend’s not around.
This question is put to the test when Tendou takes a few days off school to go on a trip for one of the million different clubs he’s involved in—the kind of retreat that’s marketed as a ‘bonding experience’ for members but actually turns out to be a thinly-veiled excuse to get wasted in an AirBnB for 96 hours. It’s part of the college experience, so you insist that Tendou should go even when he whines about being away from you. You don’t tell him you’ll be lonely, because it’s literally four days and you’re going to be fine. You’re not clingy and you’re not the type who needs to check in with her boyfriend every two seconds—at least, you weren’t before you started dating Tendou.
He’s just so affectionate. He’s the clingy one, and you have to admit you’ve gotten used to the constant attention. But you don’t want to bother him while he’s out with friends, so you try not to give any indication that you’re going to miss him.
Just a tiny bit.
Tendou, however, is clingy even from afar—because the day after he leaves for the retreat, you’re surprised by Ushijima showing up at the art history class Tendou usually audits to hang out with you on Fridays. Boyfriend #2 pushes his way through the row of seats so he can sit next to you (the chair looks comically small behind his broad shoulders, you have to stifle a smirk at how uncomfortable he looks at first) and class is already starting so you don’t get the chance to ask what he’s doing there. He doesn’t take notes (not that you expected him to—he isn’t taking this class) but he listens to the lecture, intently and serenely, occasionally looking over to your laptop to catch something he missed.
After the class Tendou usually takes you out to get food, so you hesitantly ask Ushijima if that’s what he wants to do and he agrees. You know he eats pretty healthy, so you propose frozen yogurt because there’s a really good place right across from campus and you have a gift certificate and hey, it’s healthier than ice cream, right?
So you get your fro-yo (Ushijima tries to get just a cup of fruit, but the cashier insists that he can’t just buy fruit—“does this look like a farmer’s market to you?”—and Ushijima ends up getting a tiny little dollop of vanilla on top of his strawberries and cubed mango). You go to the campus glade that gets the best light in the afternoon, and it’s just getting hot enough that the two of you are comfortable sprawling out on the grass. You lie on your stomach going through your readings for next week and meanwhile Ushijima’s on his back, propped up on his backpack, eating his mostly-fruit yogurt with a contemplative look on his face.
No one should be that hot. It isn’t fair, you think. The pink plastic spoon balanced in his fingers, the sunshine radiating over his dark hair turning it a dozen different colors, the loose fabric of his shirt draping over every muscle in his broad chest. He has this way of holding himself—this perfect conservation of movement, nothing wasted, a masterpiece of physical self-possession. It’s hard to look away.
Looking at Ushijima for some reason makes you miss Tendou—not in a guilty way, they’re just…connected in your brain. Even though you wish Tendou were around to share this perfect lazy sweetness with the two of you, you still feel comfortable and at ease.
You’re staring now, reading forgotten on the grass in front of you, and Ushijima turns toward you and raises his eyebrows, which you know by now means “What are you looking at?”
“Why’d you come to class with me today? I meant to ask before.”
“Tendou,” he replies, which is more than enough explanation. Of course Tendou would think that you wouldn’t want to miss your standing date, and of course he’d ask Ushijima to fill in.
“Oh…” You pause and lick a dab of melted yogurt off your own spoon. “Wait, don’t you have Calc right now?”
“The lectures are recorded.”
“You’re skipping?” This comes out in a laugh, because you know Ushijima is a mediocre student at best (who really needs academia when you’re destined to be a pro athlete?) but he never skips class. He’s almost religious about it. “You know you didn’t have to skip just because Tendou told you to, right?”
“It was my decision.” He spoons another halved strawberry into his mouth along with a tiny sliver of vanilla.
“School is important, you know,” you tell him half-heartedly.
“Not as important as you.”
This pulls you up, and the way he looks at you when he says this is so intense that you feel heat prickling in your cheeks and you tear your eyes away from him back down to your book. You have absolutely no way to respond to that, except you wouldn’t mind if he said it again, and again, and maybe like 300 more times.
Not as important as you. Him and Tendou are seriously going to spoil you if they keep this up. You’re getting too used to being treated like you’re precious.
It takes you about six tries to get through the disgustingly convoluted argument of the chapter you’re reading, and by the time you’re able to put it to the side, it feels safe to look back at Ushijima lying next to you. He’s set his paper cup of fruit and melted fro-yo to the side and crossed his arms, and at some point his eyes drifted closed.
He’s sleeping, you realize. The slow breath pushes his chest up and down in a steady rhythm, and somehow you feel the urge to bottle up this experience and share it with the one other person who might have a grasp of what you’re thinking right now, so you take out your phone and snap a quick picture to send to boyfriend #1.
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< Thanks for telling him to come see me 💝
> anything for my girl 😘
> wait i mean *OUR girl
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling and waking Ushijima up. Our girl. Yep, you’re getting spoiled.
> r u outside?
< Yeah we got froyo and he fell asleep on the lawn outside west gate
> he looks cute lol
> cant believe u got him to eat that stuff
< I did!! I work miracles you know that
> ofc miracle girl
A moment passes, and then Tendou texts you again. > hey i wasnt going to say this bc its obvious but i miss you
< Ok but it’s been one day
> yeah a whole fucking day :((( being drunk sucks when u and wakatoshi arent here
< You’re drunk? it’s like 4pm
> drunk time all the time on retreat, u know the rules
> wish you were here
> like for real, i wish you guys were here
And even though, yeah, it’s been all of one day, you get the sense that you understand exactly how he feels. < Same, you text back.
You could probably lie on this lawn here forever, texting boyfriend #1 while boyfriend #2 sleeps next to you. But you have class in 15 minutes, and Ushijima has practice, and as much as you want this moment to last forever you know it can’t. But that’s okay. There’ll be plenty of other moments.
When you know you’ll be late if you wait any longer, you turn to your companion and push his shoulder lightly. “Ushijima?”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even make a face in his sleep or anything, so you make an executive decision on his behalf. “Time to go, sleeping beauty,” you tell him—and then you lean over him and kiss him to wake him up, and his lips taste sticky-sweet.
Rule #3 that all three of you break: the sex.
You don’t actually have rules for sex, because you have no idea how this is supposed to go. Are you supposed to have sex with them together? That’s a little intimidating—you’ve never had a threesome. Or is it supposed to be individual? You have sex with Tendou like you did when you two were a couple, but you haven’t slept with Ushijima yet. Wait, yet? Is it inevitable? Is that just what people in poly relationships do—mix and match sex partners until everyone is satisfied? Is that how it works?
Does that mean Tendou and Ushijima have sex with each other when you’re not there? You’re pretty sure the answer to this last one is a no, but you’re not 100% certain. Would you care if they did? You consider this for a while and find that while the thought of them having sex doesn’t bother you, you’d be curious. It’s not like you’re some expert in gay sex, but you know the basics—there’s…ahem, a pitcher and a catcher, so to speak? Neither of them really strike you as catchers.
You are curious, and you feel you’re entitled as their collective girlfriend to ask, so why not? You’re studying in the dining hall again—you across from the two of them, as usual—and Tendou is eating Ushijima’s food and you just let it slip. “So…are you guys dating too?”
“Hm?” Tendou asks, picking up another strip of beef from Ushijima’s plate. “Dating?”
“Well, you’re my boyfriend, and he—“ you point your chopsticks at Ushijima— “is also my boyfriend. So does that mean he’s your boyfriend too?”
“Ugh, that’s so complicated. I don’t know what you mean.” Tendou reaches out to take a slice of cantaloupe from your dessert, but you swat him away and he sticks his tongue out.
Of course Tendou wouldn’t get it unless you spelled it out for him. Ushijima’s no better—he’s watching a volleyball match on his phone with one airpod in, giving no indication that he’s listening to your conversation. Okay, fine. You’ll make it simple. “I’m just asking—are you, like—are you into each other? Not just as friends, but…more than that?”
The piece of fruit that Tendou finally managed to steal while you were tripping over your phrasing promptly falls out of his chopsticks and onto the table. He doesn’t notice—his brows draw together in complete confusion, like what you just said has somehow never once occurred to him in the months-long duration of your three-way relationship. Instead of responding to you, though, he turns to Ushijima and punches him lightly in the shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey, Wakatoshi! Pause the game for a sec.”
“…What is it?”
“I want to test something,” Tendou says seriously, and then it’s your turn to be stunned when boyfriend #1 leans in and kisses boyfriend #2.
It’s a real ass kiss. Mouth on mouth. Possible tongue. Zero chemistry. You can tell just by looking at them that there’s no way in hell they’ve kissed before. Ushijima’s eyes stay open the entire time and when Tendou pulls away, he looks distinctly shell-shocked. “Tendou. What.”
Tendou puts his hands up in protest, eternal confidence still firmly in place. “(Y/N) asked if we’re into each other, so I wanted to check.”
Ushijima looks over at you. “We are not,” he says firmly.
“I concur,” Tendou says, moving his focus back to you and smirking. “That did nothing for me. On the other hand…”
He turns back to whisper something in Ushijima’s ear, and before you realize what’s happening, Ushijima is standing and leaning over the table, pulling you up by the collar of your shirt, and kissing you properly. You feel the familiar heat flood over your face and you shouldn’t, you’re in public, it’s rude but your jaw dips open anyway and you feel Ushijima’s tongue slipping into your mouth—
Someone at a table to your right coughs conspicuously and you jerk back into your seat. Ushijima follows suit a second later. You murmur an apology for the PDA, cheeks burning.
“Yeah… Get it? I’m not into him, but I’m into that,” Tendou says, looking infuriatingly self-satisfied and flushed.
So. Threesome it is.
It shouldn’t really be a shock when for Tendou’s birthday, he requests a live viewing of the cheerleader costume you teased him with at the start of your relationship—and it isn’t a shock, not really. That doesn’t mean it’s not mortifying. You bring the costume with you in a bag along with the jersey (there’s no way in hell you were going to walk from your building to theirs wearing a skirt that short) and change into it in their bathroom, and when you hesitantly emerge wearing it, you swear you could hear a pin drop.
It’s quiet. You go over your outfit in your head: little tiny skirt that barely covers your ass, knee socks with two pink stripes ar the top, hair tied up in pigtails with bows. And the jersey, which Tendou supplied. The whole nine yards, and your brain can’t seem to decide whether to feel adorable or ridiculous. “G-Go team?” you say uncertainly, raising the pompoms above your head.
Ushijima’s mouth is actually open. You don’t think you’ve seen that before. Tendou’s eyes are bugging out of his head, more so than usual. Your face is burning hot—god, why do you go along with this stuff? you like them way too much—until Tendou snaps out of his reverie (literally shaking his head like a wet dog to do so) and grins. “Hell fucking yes. Go team.”
And then he’s on top of you, off the couch and wrapping his arms around your shoulders and lapping up at the side of your neck. Rough fingertips press into your jaw, tipping your head to the side for access, and his tongue laves over your pulse point—and then he bites it. Just a nip, but you still suck in a gasp. “Wait—no hickies—“
“It’s my birthday. Please?” Tendou’s face doesn’t leave your neck, so you feel his voice more than you see it, humming out over your skin and forcing shivers up your spine.
Damnit, you’re almost out of concealer—then again, with the way the two of them are looking at you, you can’t really see a way you get out of this unscathed. “Mm—fine,” you squeak, and as soon as you say it Tendou’s mouth is latching onto that tender skin and doing his absolute best to mark you up.
“What is this?” Ushijima’s voice is behind you suddenly, and the heat and overwhelming presence of his body comes with it. The weight of his hands presses into your waist, stroking up over your ribcage until he’s reached the fabric of the jersey you’re wearing as a shirt—his jersey.
“Isn’t she cute?” Tendou’s voice is teasing, purring. He hikes one of your legs up to his waist and you’d probably fall back if it weren’t for Ushijima behind you, holding you up. “She wanted to reward us for doing so well this season. Our little cheerleader.”
What the—this was his idea, not yours, and you twist your head back to Ushijima to tell him so (even though you’re not really sure at this point why you should care) except as soon as you’re facing him, his hand is fisting into one of your pigtails and pulling your head back so he can layer his own bitemark over Tendou’s. “Ours…” he agrees.
“Whose bed?” Tendou aks. You can feel his cock against your stomach—he’s not being shy about it, more like he’s pulling your leg closer and actively rubbing it against you—and Ushijima’s is poking into your back.
It’s big. They both are. You stand up on your tip toes and breathe in that yummy cologne smell—the one they both use but it smells different on Ushijima than it does on Tendou.
“I don’t think the three of us can fit on a bed,” Ushijima says.
“You’re probably right,” Tendou laughs, and he weaves his fingers in with yours, playing with your hands in that way he likes. “So what do you think, baby? Is it okay if we fuck you on the floor?”
You nod.
///
“It’s not going to fit.”
“It will, it will. We stretched her out. She’s flexible.”
Ushijima exhales quickly and pulls back. “She’s tight.”
“Don’t worry so much…she likes pain, right (Y/N)?” Tendou slaps your cheek lightly, lovingly, looking down at you like you’re absolutely perfect. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
Except you can’t answer, because Tendou’s cock is all the way down your throat, so deep that your mouth tries to close up every time he moves. Your muscles contract and you make a little muffled humming sound and he feels his cock twitch from the feeling of the vibrations.
Fuck, that feels— Tendou bites his tongue to hold back the familiar rise in his stomach and pulls your head off him, admiring how pretty you look with your lips all flushed and drool dripping down your chin. “Oops, sorry, hard to talk with your mouth full huh…”
“It—“ You cut yourself off to cough daintily and wipe a stray piece of hair away from your face. “It’s okay, Ushi, I’m used to—I mean, Tendou’s also pretty…”
…big.
You can’t even say it. You’re on your hands and knees on the carpet of their dorm suite, skirt flipped up past your waist, panties around one ankle, dripping pussy juice down your thighs from getting fingered, with your two boyfriends discussing how best to get inside you—and you can’t make yourself say that Tendou has a big dick. It’s too embarrassing.
But it’s true! They’ve been in locker rooms with other men, they must know that they’re both stupid huge—like, could be pornstars if the volleyball thing didn’t work out huge. And while you don’t mind a little pain (although Tendou did not have to say it like that) you have to admit you’re kind of nervous at the prospect of taking both of them at once. Which probably isn’t helping matters.
Ushijima’s knee nudges one of yours to the side, spreading your legs further so he can fit his hand between your thighs again. Two thick, wet fingers push back up into your cunt and you gasp lightly when you feel him try—unsuccessfully—to scissor them and stretch you out a little more. He leans down over you and you feel a cloud of warmth against your back—the heat of his breath on your neck… “You need to relax,” Ushijima tells you in a low, raspy voice, and your cheeks burn because he must be able to feel the way your cunt pulses when he talks to you like that, right?
“You gotta stop thinking with your upstairs brain, baby girl.” Tendou tilts your face up and licks another smear of spittle off your mouth. “Do you want me eat you out? Or—wait—“ His eyes flash and he grins. “Want to try something new?”
Without waiting for a response, Tendou gets up to rummage through the drawer in his nightstand where he keeps lube and condoms. You only get a quick glimpse of his bare ass before he’s back in front of you, holding a sex toy you’ve never seen before.
“What is that,” you ask, even though it’s pretty obvious. A purple bullet vibrator and…what looks like a remote control? With a dial.
“Birthday present to myself,” Tendou says happily, eyes crinkling up at the corners like he’s expecting a pat on the back or a gold star.
“You—want to use that on…?”
“I want Wakatoshi to use it on you—“ Tendou tosses the bullet to Ushijima, who pulls his fingers out of your pussy to catch it and turns it over in his hand curiously. “And I want to control the speed. Can we, can we?”
You have your own vibrator (not that you’ve gotten much use out of it since you started dating Tendou), but you’ve never used a sex toy with anyone else. It can’t be that different, can it? And if it helps you relax, that has to be a good thing…
“I—I guess we can try…” you say, and before you’re even done saying it Tendou’s laying a sloppy wet kiss on your mouth.
“You heard her, Wakatoshi.” Tendou’s face is still against yours so you can’t see much but you can hear the click of the dial and the responding hum of the vibrator turning on.
“Aa.” Ushijima’s fingers are cool when he rolls the vibrator up your slit—probably a combination of the lube and your juices?—and you’re still kind of trying to adjust to the change of temperature when he gets the bullet in the right spot, pressed against your clit, and you feel it.
Your body moves on its own. The humming is moving through you up from your pussy, making your back arch, making you feel your heartbeat in your clit and you wriggle your hips to the side to either get away or get closer but Ushijima lays one of his massive hands down on your ass cheek to keep you from moving. “She likes it.”
“Is that true, is your pussy getting all wet?” You nod shakily and Tendou straightens up and pushes his hair back, letting a few red bangs flop back over his forehead. “You want me to turn it up?”
“Ah—uhmm, yes—yes, fuck—“ You try to grind your hips back into the soft silicon of the bullet, but the pressure of Ushijima’s grip on your ass increases until you whimper and hold still. His hand doesn’t feel cold anymore—the rough calluses on his fingers are drenched and everything feels too warm.
“If you keep moaning like that, everyone on the floor’s gonna hear you,” Tendou says, squishing one of your pigtails between his fingers and pulling your face level with his abdomen. “How about me ’n’ Wakatoshi fill up these pretty holes and see if we can shut you up?”
“Ah—“ There’s a click on the dial—more than one—and your eyes fly open and your jaw drops so you can moan—except Tendou’s thumb is on your teeth, pushing your mouth open further so he can guide his cock onto your tongue. Without thinking, you let your throat open, sucking your cheeks in around the shaft and swallowing as much of him as you can.
“Ohh—yeah, yesss, fuck baby you’re so good at that…” Tendou’s whole abdomen feels tight with the way you’re sucking him. God, do you have any idea how precious you are gagging on his cock like that, squeezing your eyes shut to concentrate and trying to grind against Ushijima’s hand? You’re too good for just him—it would feel wrong to keep you all to himself, unfair somehow— “Wakatoshi, how’s she doing? Think she can take you yet?”
Ushijima shifts closer to you and slips a finger between your pussy lips to expose the slick pink hole that keeps clenching and unclenching in time with the way your hips are trying to move against the bullet. He pulls the toy away for a second to test (you whine; Tendou grunts in pleasure) and your cunt is so hot and sticky around his fingers that he doesn’t think he can really wait anymore.
You’re sweating, rocking back and forth slightly with every time Tendou fucks into your mouth, and Ushijima thinks briefly that he wants to see your face, that he should be looking at you when he fucks you, but it’s fine. There’ll be time for that later. He leans over your back a bit—you liked that before. “Stop me if it hurts,” he says.
“I told you, she—oh fuck—she likes when it hurts a little.” Tendou pulls his dick out of your mouth to let you catch your breath for a second.
Ushijima pumps his dick into his fist a few times, letting the mixed lube and slick coat the ribbed latex of the condom, and then he presses the bullet back against your clit and pushes the head of his cock up into your soaked cunt. And—
“Fuck, fuck Ushi—you’re, it’s so much…”
—you’re tight.
Still tight, even though he’s been so patient… Like your body’s too small for him, like your cunt is too tight for his cock. But you want this. And you’re not stopping him, and…he’s stronger than you. He can go deeper if he wants.
“Don’t drag it out, man,” Tendou laughs. He’s panting and his cheeks are washed in pink. “Right baby? Wouldn’t you rather he just get it over with?”
There’s a second of hesitation and then you turn back toward Ushijima and your head bobs up and down. And, well, if that’s what you’re asking for…
Ushijima grabs your upper arm and pulls you back toward him—the delicate dip of your spine arches back—Tendou strokes his thumb over the dial of the remote and the sound of buzzing gets a lot louder—Ushijima thrusts the rest of his cock up into you until he feels the tip of his cock shoving against your cervix.
“Oh, oh—“ There’s too much. Too much happening—it’s—what? so big so big—your brain doesn’t know what to focus on: your knees hurt, even though the carpet?—someone’s playing German rap in the next room, probably trying to drown you out—your boyfriend’s tongue in your mouth, your boyfriend’s cock splitting you in half, your boyfriend holding the vibrator against your clit and turning the dial up up up—
“Fuck,” Tendou says softly—only it’s not Tendou, you realize a second later when you feel the steam of breath on the nape of your neck. It’s Ushijima—who you’ve never heard swear before, who you didn’t think ever swore—Ushijima, who’s slowly rolling his hips against yours, heavy thrusts that hit all the way in, only an inch or two at a time, like he has to move but he wants to have as much of himself touching you as possible.
Your boyfriend’s face is next to yours—both of them, Ushijima breathing heavily against the skin of your cheek while he rocks your hips back and forth in time with the way he’s fucking you and Tendou leaning in to bite a tender spot on your jaw. “How’s that feel?” Tendou asks, half sincere and half mocking.
“Ss—uhhh…fu—u—uck—“ You’re trying to answer but you just want to whimper and moan and ugh— the combination of the bullet on your clit and the cock stretching your cunt out is making you want to shatter into a million little pieces, melt, turn to dust, whatever, and you’re pretty sure the weight of their hands and their bodies pressing you into the floor is the only thing keeping you from snapping and the vibrator is on too high and it’s so quick you barely have time to realize but you’re—you’re—
“—cumming!” you gasp, feeling the walls of your pussy suck down on the massive cock that’s already stretching you out past your limits.
Ushijima didn’t think it was possible for you to get tighter but apparently you can. The slippery wet mess inside of you clenches around him and he has to close his eyes and recite pro volleyball stats in his head to keep from cumming along with you.
You cum hard, with your whole body—he’s heard you before, when you and Tendou thought you were being quiet, but feeling it is different. You’re shaking everywhere, sweat beading on the back of your neck, eyes fluttering like you’re about to cry, and your cunt is still squeezing his cock in desperate little pulses, so hot and sweet that he almost wants to leave the vibrator where it is on your clit—but you’re almost screaming at this point and someone’s going to call the RA so he drops it to the side and you sigh in relief.
When he’s got his own instincts under control, Ushijima drops you back onto your hands and knees and pulls out of you slowly, sliding the ribs of the condom against your g-spot and listening to the way you moan until Tendou grabs your jaw and lifts your mouth back to his cock. “Don’t get selfish,” he purrs happily, petting your hair and then pushing down on the back of your head to make you throat fuck him deeper. “Hey Wakatoshi—put the vibrator back on her, ‘kay?”
Ushijima’s holding the bullet tight in his fist, and he feels it when Tendou takes the level down to the lowest degree in anticipation of him holding it back over your sensitive clit. You whine lightly around the dick forcing your jaw open. It doesn’t sound like a no.
It’s a good thing Tendou’s keeping your mouth busy. When Ushijima rolls the bullet back through your puffy lips and up to the right spot, you really do your best to scream.
Ushijima’s almost too busy ramming back into your poor little hole to hear it, but Tendou’s talking to you as he slides his cock back and forth over your tongue. “Let’s go for multis, baby, how’s three sound? I bet…we can make you cum three times before we do. Okay?”
You drool, sniffle, make some indeterminate noise that might have been a word if you weren’t being spit-roasted by two cocks that are too big for you. Ushijima sucks in an inhale and tries to ease up his grip on your hip, knowing you’re probably already going to bruise… “It might be too much for her,” he pants without slowing down.
“It’s fine, she can—she can tap out if she needs to stop. But she’s doing such a good job, aren’t you?” Tendou’s pale fingers wrap around the back of your head, holding you down while you make gagging sounds on his cock. “I kinda want us to be mean to you today princess—ah, is that okay?
“—Mmh—gh—hh—“
Tendou pulls your head off, swirling his thumb up over the vibrator dial right as Ushijima gives a slow, controlled pump, forcing you to feel the stretch in every muscle of your pussy, dragging each ridge on the ribbed condom against your insides. “Two more, baby girl—it’ll feel good, I promise. You know we love you, right?”
Rule #4 of dating two people: don’t take promises seriously.
They break that rule. Twice more, as promised, and then Tendou whines and shoots his cum down your throat and Ushijima’s cock moves in your tummy and you can feel his breath catching and shuddering and then he squeezes your ass like he’s trying to punish it and then he cums too. It’s been hours by that point but Ushijima’s refractory period is like 30 seconds so when he gets hard again you give him your best attempt at a blowjob (more like a drool-y handjob with a lot of tongue since you can’t even really get your jaw all the way around) and Tendou makes you sit on his face while you do it, jacking his own dick and licking you out slow and lazy and dreamy, and if you had to rate them you’d say that one, that fourth climax, is the best.
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After all of that the three of you each really need a shower—you especially, all that sweat and smeared makeup and cum (which better come out in the laundry or else your roommate’s going to kill you for ruining her Halloween costume). You try, but every time you stand up your legs tremble like you’re shivering and you have to sit back down or risk falling on your (already extremely tender) ass. Your boyfriends share a look and then they’re stripping the remnants of the costume off of you and Ushijima’s lifting you up like you’re made of paper and taking you over to his bed, and Tendou’s kissing your cheek, and it gets dark all of a sudden and there’s a blanket on you and you’re very very sleepy and you should really get back to your dorm and get some work done on that lab report you have due, but maybe you could just close your eyes for a moment…
You wake up a few times in the night, roused into that kind of half-sleep where everything you hear seems like it’s far away and unimportant. The first time is when Ushijima gets out of the shower and gets in bed with you—there isn’t really space on the twin XL mattress for the two of you but he makes it work. His hair is a little wet and it feels cold when he lifts up the blanket to get in next to you. You get up on an elbow and blink blearily at him and half-say his name, but he just tells you “Shh. Go back to sleep,” and rubs between your shoulder blades until you do.
The second time is early-early in the morning, before Tendou and Ushijima go off to the gym or to morning practice. 6 AM maybe. You hear them talking in the next room, their living room/kitchen, low hushed voices because they don’t want to wake you up. You probably wouldn’t have if they didn’t say your name.
“…(Y/N)…for the summer?” That’s Ushijima. You keep your eyes closed, barely listening, barely understanding.
“Looking for a job here…I’m trying to find a place for the three of us. If she wants, we could…” Tendou now. There’s a stiff clink of a metal bottle against a counter. Sound of a fridge opening, something pouring.
“And then what?” Ushijima asks.
“What, you mean after—“
“College. How long can we…”
You wonder, if you made an effort not to listen, could you will yourself not to hear? You look around the room in an effort to distract yourself—crinkled posters and postcards on the wall, photos of you with either one or both of them, a pre-made smoothie in a plastic bottle and a piece of toast with peanut butter that one of them left on Ushijima’s nightstand for you—but you can’t stop yourself from listening.
Tendou takes a long time to answer. “Well—forever, ideally? I just have this feeling like…she’s the one. For both of us.”
You don’t really catch what Ushijima says next, but you know he’s agreeing.
Okay, you think, pulling the blanket up and trying not to feel stupidly happy. Me too.
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#ushijima x reader#tendou x reader#hq x reader#jackrrabbit.updates#hq imagines#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#tendou satori#tendou satori x reader#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines
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rules: google and post the meaning of your oc's name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too
tagged by @cruethys (thank you!!), tagging @valen-dreth @sexy-orc-singles @fruitpunchenjoyer @olibavee @hounskul @dilfsero
ohh it’s been so long since i’ve done oc stuff :0! Many of these names come from umedicated adhd’s tendency to misread words, which is helpful when creating names!
Dralli Rilvyon: Googling her name gives me gluten free pasta. Her name comes intially misreading, and then changing a syllable in the name Dralsi, Karliah’s mother and Barenziah’s daughter. I think Rilvyon was taken from mashing together a couple Dunmer last names.
Mere-Sa & Kaju-Mota: Both taken from existing Jel words. Mere-Sa has no translation, try as I might I couldn’t figure out a fitting name for them. Kaju-Mota means Sacred-Beast Hunter, being a warden bear guardian
Kaireth: It came to me in what i believed was a fit of divine inspiration. I later figured out I had just added a syllable in the name ‘Kireth’ I use Kai as a shortening often because many trans masc people like this name, and I considered going by it at one point :)
Ildenzah Aranleth: Also created by mashing together existing Dunmer names
Ariya: Google says the name means a ray of hope. My first tes oc, so it’s not a very Reachman sounding name. I took her name from Arya in the Eragon series who I was a little bit in love with. Only realizing a year later I misread it.
My favored D&D characters as a little bonus:
Rowyn: Meaning red-haired. My mom’s friend had a baby recently, and named her this. So I named a character in a public game after that baby.
Renn: Apparently meaning ‘Little prosperous one’, which is very funny considering this character is a con-artist. I’ve always liked that name, had no idea what it meant!
#ocs#I think I put the most thought into Kaju-Mota's name tbh#I put more thought into his name than one of my cats names
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📂 hmmm let's see... how about Toph?
aw Toph Beifong, how I love you,
Okay. So. First:
Obviously, Toph can tell when people are lying, but much like how the gaang always forgets that she’s blind, they forget that she’s a living lie detector. After the war ends, the kiddos are all obviously traumatized and always ask each other how they’re doing and they usually always say “fine” and Toph can feel that they’re lying but she just... doesn’t do anything. Sometimes it’s obvious a person is lying, but sometimes they can really pull it off and Toph is the only one who knows. She just lets them be, though, because she would want to be left alone too. In her mind, if it was a big enough deal, they wouldn’t say that they’re fine (also because that’s the reasoning she gives herself to not talk about her problems). She doesn’t want to push them.
Eventually, and let’s use Aang here because poor kid suffers so much trauma and no one really talks about that much (myself included, I need to pay more attention to Aang), Aang’s mental health really starts declining and everyone is really worried but Toph always lets it go because she doesn’t want to push him or stress him out. One time, it’s so bad that they ask Toph to out Aang for lying and she just shrugs and says “he wasn’t lying” even though he definitely was.
After a week or two like this, Aang kind of just breaks down and Toph instantly feels guilty because deep down she feels like she could have prevented it, but she didn’t. It’s one of those times when she learns that letting people believe a lie, no matter how good intentions are, is worse and more hurtful than telling the truth.
It kind of starts making her more honest than before. She began by calling everyone out on every little lie until she realized it would probably be better to talk to people in private and I just... mmm... I feel like Toph wields so much power after the war because everyone will always say “I’m fine” and she knows, she knows, they’re lying.
And now for an angsty Toph-related headcanon because I said so:)
Toph’s parents. Mmmm. I have not read the comics and also I heard they were... iffy... so we’re disregarding comics here. Toph’s parents kind of suck. Like, once she talks to them after the war, they treat her like a helpless child again and not the LITERAL HERO she is. She doesn’t live with them, but she wants a relationship with them, even though she physically cannot make her say it out loud. So, eventually she blows up at them and Earthbends and her parents are like “okay, if you’re not a child, then start acting like an adult” and COMPLETELY misread the intention behind what Toph was saying. Ontop of that, they constantly complain about everything to her. Like trivial things. They complain about trivial things to a traumatized child (not to mention they did like nothing during the war smh, they just sat there and were rich). Like, they complain about each other to Toph say all of these things that she never wanted to hear ever and that no parents should actually burden their child with. Eventually she just... stops.
She just never answers letters, never returns to the city, much less the house. And it just... it kills her because she wanted to fix their relationship. She wanted to try and be a family again and she tried. She tried so hard but her parents never pit any effort in.
It was actually Zuko (or Azula...) who kind of made her realize. Like, I’m just gonna say: Sokka and Katara HATE Toph’s parents, like, with a burning passion. Toph offhandedly mentioned some of the terrible things her mom said about her dad and vice versa to the gaang and Katara was about to go give them the biggest lecture they had ever received. Katara lowkey got all mother hen (but sometimes Suki would have to drag her back and be like “you’re smothering her” so Toph wouldn’t feel like Katara was acting like her parents) (and again, Toph would never say it outloud, but she could never think of Katara in that way ever. She’s SUCH a better person than her parents could ever be) and would try and... not be the mother Toph never got to have, but give her the support she never had.
Anyways, Zuko or Azula talk to Toph and are like “take it from one abused child to another, your parents are abusing you” which just confirms the suspicions she had deep down but refused to believe. She was just filled with so much rage because it’s not fair and she was trying so hard but her parents really don’t care about her in the way that they should of and she gave them so many chances to be better but they never took it.
okay so, sadness over, let’s make Toph happy:)
Toph is asexual (and maybe aromantic, unsure as of right now) because I said so:))
Toph takes great pleasure in going to The Jasmine Dragon and just... listening to make sure no one is ever rude to Iroh or any of the other employees ever. If they are, she causes trouble so they can feel ashamed for being mean to people in food service.
no you know what? Am I going too overboard? Yes. Do I care? No. One friendship Toph headcanon for everyone in the gaang.
Aang: Toph and Aang both help remind the other that they’re children because they both forget sometimes. Toph is great at taking Aang away from work and making him take breaks and spend time for himself rather than others. Aang is great at giving Toph the “having friends as a child” experience she never had. He teaches her games he learned from all four nations as a child and sometimes they do really ‘childish’ things like playing bending tag or even like regular tag with each other just because it’s nice.
Katara: oooh the Toph and Katara friendship is one of my favorites in the show. The two are both ridiculously competitive. Like. Out of everyone in the gaang, they are the most competitive (let’s be real, Sokka is too petty and WE NEED TO FOLLOW THE GAMES RULES to be competitive and Zuko just gets angry and rage quits). But eventually, they learn that they’re stronger when they work together and make a competitive truce. So whenever people need to team up for games, they immediately go to each other and they destroy everyone.
Sokka: Sokka and Toph ahhhhh I love them so much. Sokka adopted Toph as his daughter-sister, as in he can’t choose whether he wants to replace her dad and be her dad or be the protective but not overly protective older brother she never had, so he calls himself “father-brother” and everyone hates it, but Sokka was never good at naming things. Also, one time they were really bored, so they decided to try and invent a language that is never spoken, but can be interpreted through Earthbending. Like, different methods of bending meant different things and stuff. It worked... kind of? Sokka likes learning and Toph likes kicking dirt and making people confused about what they were doing. They both have short attention spans, though, so they didn’t get far. They each still remember s=certain things and still talk through it (since Sokka is not an Earthbender, he taps his foot on the ground or kicks dirt a certain way. It’s kind of like morse code, bit different because only Toph can feel the taps).
Suki: Suki Suki Suki I love you! Suki is Toph’s go-to for fake relationships. Like. These two have been in a fake relationship with each other too many times to count. Toph’s parents invite her to a formal event but she needs to bring a date (and also she doesn’t want to go but she wants to repair the relationship)? Suki is her date. Suki needs to attend a royal event because she’s the highest Fire Nation palace guard (because I said so)? Toph comes as her date. A random person is hitting on either of them and they don’t know how to respond without unnecessary violence? Find the other and kiss their face.
Zuko: Zuko and Toph, what a pair. They both find beauty in nature (in different ways, obviously), so they’re walking buddies. They’ve gone on hikes together, like week-long hikes together. They’ll walk around the palace together... sometimes they’ll just sit together in silence because they don’t always need words to be friends.
Azula: (because yes, I am including the three girls): y’all. These two together can scare the entire world. Not just because they are actually insanely powerful, but because they make the most horrific self-deprecating jokes known to man and say it with intense seriousness that everyone has been genuinely worried at some point before they caught on (if it’s serious, they say it as a joke). One time, they both made these depressing jokes at lunch and Aang choked on his food. He didn’t die, but like. He was so unprepared that he choked. What I’m saying is, these two have a really weird relationship that takes place entirely through insults at each other, theirself, and everyone they love.
Ty Lee: Toph was actually scared of Ty Lee at first because of her chi blocking abilities. Not like terrified-scared, but like if you even take one more step towards me I will smash you with a boulder no matter your intentions-scared. Also, Ty Lee was so perky and kind of loud and Toph found that suspicious at first. It wasn’t like an Aang perky or loud, it was like... well, Toph couldn’t explain it (as in, I, op, cannot explain it), but it was a bit overwhelming? And then one time Ty Lee just. randomly visited her at her parents’ house even though they “weren’t friends” and Toph was just ????? but let her come in for dinner anyway because she kind of wanted to see how her parents would react to this peppy girl. Her parents ended up making a kind of snide remark at Toph’s expense during dinner (which was the usual but Toph didn’t realize it was a b u s e) and Ty Lee went off. That’s when Toph knew there were reasons to be terrified of this girl, but she would never be on the receiving end of her fury unless she really deserved it. They have very different family situations, but take pleasure in actually talking about it to each other. Because Ty Lee is a very open person and Toph is not. Toph thinks it’s nice to just let Ty Lee ramble on (kind of like Mai) and Ty Lee thinks Toph gives really good advice and has good insights (plus strives to help her feel more comfortable with her feelings). They become spontaneous buddies and randomly show up at each other’s houses when they’re living at home and it’s just nice.
Mai: last but never least, Mai and Toph! These two. feel for each other. so much. Rich kids, only children, parents who ignore them, ahhhhh, do you smell that? The repression of feelings:) Sometimes, they prefer to just be around each other because everyone else can kind of be overwhelming. They can communicate through few words and they both like throwing things, so they like sparring together a lot, It gives them a chance to throw things with another person who likes throwing things. For them, sparring is like this connection and it’s own method of loving each other (as friends do) and it’s just really nice for both of them.
Okay. I am done. Thank you, Grace, for fueling me.
I love Toph and I don’t give her enough attention.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#atla Headcanons#avatar Headcanons#atla toph#Toph Headcanons#in this house we love and appreciate Toph Beifong#not me making her parents fight to cope with my parent’s divorce lol#no but seriously her parents give me secretly hating each other but being too petty to divorce vibes#Toph angst#and Toph love#zukkaclawthorne#:)
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summary: you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know
words: 13,756
tags: innocence kink/corruption kink, praise kink, phone sex, masturbation (male and female), slight exhibitionism
One of the first things Johnny ever said to you was that you were the picture of innocence. You were a total cutie, all wide-eyed innocence the first time he kissed you, nearly a whole foot shorter than him and you still had a baby face (which only made him want to baby you even more). And to be fair, you were definitely quite innocent.
You’d been kinda sheltered throughout your life. Your family had strictly enforced rules about who you could hang out with, what you could watch, what sort of things you could learn about. Sex ed had been a class that your family wanted you taking no part in. You weren’t allowed to watch movies where physical contact went any further than kissing. And if your family got a whiff of anyone you hung out with was having sex or talking about sexual things, you were no longer allowed to be around them.
But then you grew up. Ignorant of sexuality and all sorts of dirty things.
To be honest, at times you almost felt like you were thrown to the wolves when you were unleashed out into the world. An adult who was so out of the loop when it came to dirty jokes and the casual ribbing people around you did about their sex lives.
You met Johnny through a friend of a friend of a friend. You spotted him from across the room, as soon as you walked through the door into the hole-in-the-wall restaurant where your friend had invited you. Johnny caught your eye, sprawled out in the booth as he was, and you couldn’t look away even as your friend called out and started trying to talk to you from across the way.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Although you were raised on mostly Disney-type romance movies, you didn’t believe in love at first sight.
But when you met Johnny, it was as close to love at first sight as you’d ever felt.
Johnny seemed to be totally enchanted by how adorable you were, teasing you almost right away about being short (even though you insisted that he was just very tall). He liked the way that you got shy when someone at the table asked you if you had a boyfriend.
Johnny liked a lot of things about you, and he liked all the things that he didn’t see in you too. Maybe it was a bit about how he thought he could corrupt that picture-perfect innocence.
That night Johnny stood at your side, making you feel so tiny, while you waited for your Uber to come pick you up. He asked for your number and smiled and laughed loudly and shamelessly with you. It wasn’t until several days later when you met up with your friend again that she laughed in your face and told you that Johnny was hardcore flirting with you and she couldn’t believe you were so blind.
You had her review the texts you and Johnny had exchanged, and she laughed even harder. “He’s got it so bad for you, babe! This boy is desperate and, bless your heart, you really didn’t notice? You keep curving him and you didn’t even realize?”
Maybe you accidentally playing hard-to-get made Johnny want you even more, she hypothesized. She claimed that a lot of guys would’ve gotten tired of their advances being rejected by this point, but Johnny was still texting you every free moment, trying to get you to open up, to come hang out with him some time. But you were nervous because you’d never spent much (or really any) one-on-one time with a guy before. Especially not a guy like Johnny who made you nervous--your palms sweating, your heart beating, your body flushing with heat like you’d never felt before.
“A guy like Johnny would be so good for you.” She said, and you watched over her shoulder as she typed out a message to Johnny from your phone. You barely registered the words before she’d hit send. “There it’s a date. You and Johnny, tomorrow night. If you need any advice, I’m open to give it.”
Your anxiety built over the next twenty-four hours until you were standing there, waiting for Johnny to show and you felt like you could absolutely burst. What if he stood you up? What if your friend had misread everything and Johnny really didn’t like you? Worst of all, what if he just wanted to have sex with you?
You may have been innocent, but you knew that there were plenty of people like that. People who just wanted to have sex, who weren’t interested in romance.
You couldn’t be that way.
For one thing, you barely even knew how to have sex. Only the most basic understanding of penis and vagina, and you couldn’t even comprehend how it worked when it was two guys or two girls, and you totally blamed your parents for this blank space in your knowledge, blamed them for the fear and guilt you felt anytime you opened up a window in your internet browser with thoughts toward searching it up.
You always panicked and exited out before you could do it, so here you were, going on your first date with Johnny Suh and completely in the dark about how sex worked.
“Y/N?”
“Johnny, hey!” You sighed when he appeared beside you. “I was getting nervous.”
Johnny towered over you, a baseball cap shading his eyes, but nothing could hide his bright smile. “Don’t be nervous. Do you want to go in?”
Your first date was an ice cream shop. Johnny paid, and then you walked around the area, eating your ice cream and talking, and he was a gentleman. He asked if he could hold your hand. He asked before he used his thumb to wipe away the vanilla ice cream that dripped from your bottom lip; his eyes were dark on the droplet and he licked his lips when his thumb traced your mouth.
You felt your whole body tingle at his touch, but you ignored it.
A second date, a third, a sixth, ninth date all followed the first. Each time you got to know each other a little better. Sometimes you hung out alone together, sometimes you met up with the same group of friends as the first night you met. And then Johnny invited you to meet the members of his group. They were all nice and funny, very welcoming when Johnny walked inside and introduced you to them while he held your hand tight in his.
You hung out with them for a while, boys drifting in and out of the dorm, new names and faces. It was great meeting them because you’d been hearing about them for weeks from Johnny, plus they were all very good looking, but soon you just wanted to be alone with Johnny. You wanted his attention only on you, which you weren’t getting when Yuta and Mark were trying to coax him into playing a video game with them.
“Johnny,” You whispered, clinging to his hand.
He glanced over at you, his eyes flickering back to the screen for a moment, but when you squeezed his hand again, he looked back at you and you felt a smile burst to your lips. “I should show you around, shouldn’t I?”
Maybe you should’ve been more nervous when Johnny brought you straight to his room. You’d never been alone in a bedroom with a boy that you weren’t related to before, but somehow being with Johnny alone in his bedroom (even with the door shut) didn’t make you nervous at all. You simply savored the attention, all of it poured on you.
Johnny moved over and sat down on his bed, watching as you moved around the room, looking at the pictures, collections of knick knacks and belongings, books and CDs and fan gifts. Then your eyes land on his camera, perched on top of a chest of drawers, half of which were spilling out clothes.
“Can I?” You asked. Johnny nodded, so you carefully picked up the camera, powered it on, and turned it on him.
Johnny grinned and leaned back on his hands, his legs spread apart and his eyes glued on you. “Are you gonna take my picture? Do I look good?”
“You always look good.” The camera flashed as you took a photo, and you took a step closer to him. Johnny shifted, sitting up as you approached, his expression shifting from his bright smile to more of a pouty look that had you giggling as you pressed down on the shutter again. “Just like a model.”
You snapped a few more pictures before you suddenly felt his hand on your elbow, pulling you forward so you stood between his legs, his face so close in the viewfinder that you lowered the camera so you didn’t get lightheaded at the proximity. But he was still close, still beautiful and breathtaking.
Johnny carefully took the camera from you and he leaned back some, now aiming the lens at you. “If you think I’m good-looking enough to be a model, you should see yourself.”
You laughed and covered your face, hiding behind your hands. While Johnny’s attention was always flattering, you couldn’t help but still feel self-conscious about your cheeks being too chubby or your nose too wide or your eyes too close together or something silly like that.
Johnny smiled warmly as he set aside the camera and reached for your wrists, drawing your hands away from your face, drawing you down to sit beside him on the bed. “You’re so cute,” He teased. “I told you before, you don’t need to be shy or nervous with me. You’re beautiful.”
His fingers stroked the inside of your wrist, and you hoped that he couldn’t feel how hard your pulse was racing. You dipped your chin and watched his fingers on your skin for a moment and everything else in the world fell away so it was just you and Johnny in the quiet of his bedroom, his fingers making soothing shapes on your skin, his touch so warm and nice that you felt like you could just melt into him.
He cleared his throat.
You looked up.
And just like that, Johnny Suh was kissing you.
You jerked backwards in surprise, your eyes so wide, your face burning as your brain processed what just happened. You stared at Johnny, your gaze darting from his lips to his eyes, and back. His fingers were still on your wrist, unmoving, just a warm relaxing presence.
“Sorry,” He apologized, ducking his head a little, but he didn’t look away from you. “You look so adorable, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, I was just surprised. I’ve -- I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
His fingers twitched against your wrist. “Never?”
Again, you shook your head. “I know, it’s silly right. To be this age and not have kissed anyone before. It’s embarrassing.” Your face felt even hotter then than it had just a moment before.
“Hey, what did I just say? You don’t have to be shy or nervous or embarrassed with me.” One hand loosened from your wrist, coming up to cup your cheek. For a second, your heart leapt in your chest (whether from nerves or excitement you couldn’t be sure) as you thought he was about to kiss you again. But he didn’t, instead he cocked his head a little to the side and as you met his eyes, you were hit with a wave of unsurety.
The way Johnny looked at you, you’d never seen it before. Not on his face anyway. His eyes glinted, his lips curved into a gentle smile, but there was a rough and sweet hunger hiding just under the surface, a curiosity that made your heart beat faster and filled you with your own curiosity.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend before?” Johnny asked then, his voice quiet, gently prodding so as not to scare you or make you feel any more embarrassed.
You shook your head. “No, not really. I mean, there was one guy but we only went on a few dates. He never even kissed me, we just held hands.”
“So you’re really perfectly innocent, aren’t you? It’s not just your personality, you’re really the picture of innocence that I teased you about being?” Johnny dropped his hand from your cheek, reaching for your hand instead as you nod in response to his question.
“Yes.” Again, your face burned and you swore you might combust. But still, part of you liked it, liked the way that Johnny was only looking at you, his attention never wavering for even a moment. “The only physical contact I’ve ever had with boys are that guy who I dated and you.”
Your gaze drifted to his lips again. Johnny smiled.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asked.
You swallowed hard and nodded, shutting your eyes.
Johnny leaned closer and closer, his hands on yours, and when he was close enough you could feel his breath mingling with yours, he whispered, “Relax, beautiful.”
That time when he kissed you, you were expecting it. That time you didn’t pull away, you sunk in, enraptured by the magic that was Johnny’s kiss. He was the one that drew back, and he chuckled when you chased his lips, so he closed the distance again.
You kissed for a little while and it was so nice with Johnny guiding you, his small sounds of encouragement when you started growing more confident and kissing him back.
By the time that Johnny moved back, running a hand through his hair in a very attractive manner, you felt kinda out of it. Your eyes were heavy, your lips tingled, and you just wanted to curl into his side and never leave. You wanted more of his lips, but just as you were about to ask him for just one more kiss, he moved.
Johnny grabbed a pillow from the head of his bed and dragged it into his lap, then he took one of your hands in his again, and you folded your legs in front of you and scooted closer until your knees were both touching his, each of you facing the other on the bed.
Things were quiet for a moment, just Johnny playing with your fingers while you watched and silently contemplated how to get him to kiss you again without sounding too needy, but in the end it was Johnny who broke the silence with another question.
“Have you ever cum before?” He asked, tracing his fingers over the back of your hand.
You cocked your head to the side, watching his fingers. “Come where?”
He laughed a little then turned your hand over, repeating the movements of his fingers there. It made your hand tingle and your fingers want to draw in on your palm. “No, I mean. Orgasm. Like, you said you’re a virgin, but have you ever masturbated? Ever touched yourself down there?”
Oh.
Your body got very hot, and you slid your hand away to flutter it over your hair, nervously trying to busy your shaking hands. You lowered your eyes down to your lap.
You shook your head.
The only touching you’d ever done was for the sake of washing your body.
“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you...” Johnny reached for your shaking hands, soothingly taking them between his own. “You don’t have to be nervous or shy with me. And you don’t have to answer my questions if they make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s alright,” You pressed the words out, and lifted your gaze to his. “I just, I’ve never talked about anything like this with anyone. I don’t... I don’t know a lot about sex. Or much of anything at all really. So I’m sorry if I sound stupid or if I’m just too much of a baby for you to want to be with me anymore.”
Johnny inhaled, the sound sudden and sharp, and he brought his hands up to your face. “Don’t say that. You might be a bit like a baby, but you’re my baby.”
A warm, hot feeling bloomed in the middle of your chest, like a bright tropical flower blooming, unfolding all of its leaves and filling your chest with their thick heated glow. Sweet and pretty and you wanted to pluck it from inside you and share it with Johnny. You liked what he said. You liked it a lot.
You bit your bottom lip and looked into his eyes, deep and beautifully brown. Your next word slipped from your mouth, smooth as silk. “Yours?”
Johnny grinned. “Yeah. You’re my baby. Do you like that?”
You nodded. Johnny squeezed your cheeks between his hands, then leaned in and kissed you chastely.
“Can I teach you?”
Teach you? Teach you what?
“Can I teach you all about sex?” Johnny asked, softly pressing his lips to yours again. “I don’t mean we have to have sex. That would be pretty presumptuous of me, but, like, you said it yourself. You don’t know much of anything about sex, but I can teach you.”
And deep down, a part of you yearned for Johnny to be your teacher, to finally take away that innocent part of you that you felt had always held you back a little bit. You wanted to know about that darker, dangerous place of sensuality that you’d never been allowed to understand.
So you agreed.
“Teach me. You promise?”
Johnny grinned wider and kissed you once again, looping his pinkie finger through yours and stamping the promise as he murmured, “I promise, baby.”
Johnny’s sexual education class didn’t begin that night. It was a few days before he texted you, asking when you’d be free for your first lesson. You’d almost forgotten about that promise, but at the reminder, your heart leapt in your chest, nervously pounding.
You met at the dorm again, and the place was quiet and dark and Johnny took you to his room to sit together on his bed again, his laptop open on his lap.
The first thing he did was google ‘penis.’
“I know what a penis is, Johnny. I’ve seen them before.” You told him, and Johnny looked at you in surprise until you blushed. “Well, I mean, I’ve seen them in anatomy textbooks.”
“That’s not the same thing. Looking at a dick through a medical kind of perspective is nowhere near the same as seeing one sexually, my sweet girl.”
He slid the laptop over into your lap, and you blushed, unsure what to do now. “Just search, sweet girl. Anything you have questions about, ask me. I just want to help you.”
You squirmed a bit as you clicked on the images tab and row after row of images of penises appear. “They’re so weird,” You mumbled, not sure where to look first, but your eyes kept drifting to the safety of the anatomy diagrams rather than pictures of actual penises. “Like, guys just have that thing hanging between their legs all the time? Doesn’t it get in the way?”
“Get in the way of what?” Johnny sounded amused, but he didn’t laugh. “The only time it’s kinda annoying or in the way is when I’m turned on and can’t do anything to get rid of it.”
You turned your gaze to him. “Turned on?”
Johnny bit his lip, considering you for a moment, and then he took his laptop back. “I think I’m doing this the wrong way. Why don’t you tell me what you know about sex at all, baby?”
“I know it’s how babies are made. It involves a penis and a vagina, although, honestly, I’m not entirely sure how. I don’t get how gay people or lesbians can do it, but I know that they can somehow. I’m sorry.” You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “I’m sorry I don’t know anything.”
“Hey, hey,” Johnny shifted around so he was in front of you, and he held your face between his hands. “You’re fine, alright? It’s okay that you don’t know this stuff, sweet girl. That’s why I’m sitting here beside you right now, to teach you. It’s basic stuff, you’ll understand it all in no time.”
So Johnny started with the basics. He told you about penises, how when Johnny experienced sexual thoughts or physical contact that was very pleasing, there’s an increased blood flow to his penis which causes it to engorge, getting erect and hard and increasing in size.
“The rest of the time, it’s kinda just soft and... limp? I guess is the way to call it. And when I’m turned on, or hard like that, there’s like a natural lubricant that comes from the tip to make everything feel better and go easier. Similar to how vaginas do when they’re turned on.”
He googled vaginas too, and you hated to admit how unknowledgeable you were about the place between your own legs, but as Johnny pointed out to you the clitoris, the urethra, and the vagina on the diagram, you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize all these things were down there. Johnny explained that the clitoris, or the clit, is a great source of stimulating pleasure for people who’ve got vaginas. He told you that the urethra is not the same hole as the vagina, as too many people believe, but a separate hole that’s just in close proximity to the vagina.
He taught you all of these basics about vaginas and penises, about how vaginas, although they look and really are kinda small, they can stretch because they’re a muscle, which is how babies can fit out into the world from a hole that looks so small, and also what allows penises which may look rather large (although definitely not as large as a baby) to fit inside.
You wrinkled your nose, thinking about how that means that every time a baby has been made, some guy has been sticking his penis inside a woman’s vagina. It all seemed rather gross, but the more Johnny explained the more you wondered how everyone could think sex is so great. It seemed gross, messy.
Johnny talked about how it’s not just simply the act of inserting the penis inside the vagina that makes a baby. It’s not just like, slipping it in and voila there’s a baby. It’s a longer process than that, he told you while grinning around his words at your innocence.
“If you do it right, sex can last for ages. And it’s not always just to make babies. It feels good too. So there’s the clit but there’s also another spot inside and when they’re stimulated apparently it feels really good. Sure, sex gets kinda sweaty and just messy in general, but it’s the pleasure, the emotions, every bit of it that makes it good. I promise. It’s not as gross as it sounds.”
He explained about ‘come’, about how that’s what causes pregnancy. The semen, or male ejaculation of sperm inside the vagina is accompanied by great pleasure for the man and then all the sperm swim through the vaginal canal, through the cervix, to the uterus and into the fallopian tubes where they may or may not meet an egg produced by the ovaries.
“And women do that too?” You asked, looking at another diagram on the screen of his laptop. “They.... cum?”
Johnny nodded. “Yeah, they orgasm too. It’s not as visible really, usually. Like there’s semen for guys, and some women can squirt, which that’s just like a whole other longer explanation, but mostly women just like.....” He trailed off, his gaze going a little distant as he thought. “The vagina contracts, and from the reviews I’ve gotten in the past, they say it feels really, really good. Some people say female orgasms are better than male, but it’s a bit difficult to do a real comparison of them.”
He explained all these things to you, so by the time you were leaving the dorm, your head was reeling with all of this new information. Johnny explained a lot of it in a scientific manner which kind of helped, but now you had all of this information but no visuals to go along with it.
But for now, you thought that was all you could handle.
Johnny’s kisses were buttery, sweet, like he’d eaten too many of the snickerdoodle cookies you’d been baking earlier. His hand rested on your knee while you kissed on his bed, the door cracked open because when you came in there moments ago it was just to change into something that didn’t have cookie batter all down the front.
You’d slipped your shirt over your head shyly, even with the camisole you were wearing beneath it, you felt almost indecent taking your shirt off in front of him.
“Here, wear this.” Johnny had handed you his shirt, and you pulled it on, and when your head popped back out of the shirt Johnny was right in front of you, ducking in to give you a kiss. That simple kiss was too nice for you to want to quit any time soon, and then you were sitting down together on his bed and the kisses grew more intense.
“Johnny,” You sigh his name, and he simply moans softly, kissing you quiet again. “Johnny, I have a question.”
He squeezes your knee gently and then sits back. “Question about what?”
“Ever since you were telling me about it, I just can’t stop thinking about it. You told me that the only time your penis is in the way when you’re... turned on and can’t do anything to get rid of it.” You nervously roll your lips together and then ask, “So how do you get rid of it?”
Johnny smirks. “I jerk off. Masturbate. Touch myself.”
“Like you asked me if I do?” You shift in your spot, “And how do you do it?”
His hand is still on your knee, his thumb moving in strokes. “You want to watch me masturbate, baby?” Johnny’s eyes are dark, his gaze unmoving from your face, and you want to lean in, kiss him again, sink into him like he’s the depthless sea, but you hold yourself back and verbally answer him instead.
“I want to see. I want to know what it looks like when it’s not just a picture in a textbook.” You admit quietly. “Please?”
“God, you’re so fucking cute.” Johnny rests his hand on your cheek. “I think I would probably do anything you asked me to. Yeah, sweet girl. I’ll jerk off for you.” He twists his fingers in your hair, drawing your mouth to his again.
This time you give in to your impulses. You climb into his lap, dig your fingers into his hair and moan his name softly again. “I want to watch now.”
“You’re impatient, aren’t you, sweet girl? Go close the door.”
You slip back off Johnny’s lap, crossing the room to the door with your heart pounding in your chest. You’re not sure what you’re really about to see, but you know that you like that Johnny is so willing and ready to let you watch this. The bedroom door snaps shut and you turn around, press your back to it, facing Johnny again.
He’s shirtless now and you drink in the sight of him--his shoulders, chest, the softness of his stomach, and a light trail of hair leading down from his navel below the waistband of his pants. There you see a bulge, and your body grows hot and your heart pounds. Johnny sits back with his shoulders against the headboard and his eyes leveled on you.
You watch as he slides a hand inside his pants, rolls his head back and shifts his hips into his own touch. You watch the way that his hand moves under the material, an up-and-down movement, the slight twisting of his wrist. Johnny rolls his hips slightly, bites at his bottom lip, and keeps his eyes on you, moving over the shape of your body.
“Come closer.” His voice sounds slightly strained as he undoes the button fastening his jeans.
You push off from the door, moving closer to sit on the edge of his bed. “What does it feel like?”
“Good. Tight and warm.” Johnny pull his hand free, lifts it to his mouth, and spits in his hand before plunging back beneath his boxers. “It’s not the same as being inside someone, but it’s the next best thing.”
“It’s good?” You scoot across the bed until you’re sitting at Johnny’s hip. “What does it feel like when you have a... have an orgasm?” You look down at his hand moving inside his pants again, but when Johnny groans you pull your gaze up to his face.
He doesn’t answer your question, instead he moans out loud and jolts forward, crushing his mouth against yours. You clutch at his shoulders, kissing the moans right from Johnny’s lips. You kiss the buttery, sugary taste of his mouth and you slide your hand down his chest, resting your hand over his heartbeat.
“Teach me how to touch you. I want to make you feel good, too.”
Johnny’s head falls back against the headboard and he reaches for your hand with his that isn’t otherwise occupied. “You don’t have to. You can just watch, if that’s what you want.”
You shake your head, pout out your bottom lip, reach for the waistband of his jeans. “At least let me see. I want to see how you touch yourself, how it looks when you cum. Please, Johnny. I’ve never seen it before.”
When he lifts his hips off the bed and shoves his jeans down to his knees, your heart starts that pounding again. You swear you can feel it deep between your legs, a throbbing insistent need that you’ve never felt before.
Now you can see the rough shape of his penis through his underwear, hard and straining against the material. Carefully, curiously, cautiously you lay a hand over it, and you’re surprised by the warmth, the hardness and yet the softness, surprised by the sudden twitch of it when he feels your touch.
Johnny groans, rocking up into your hand. “Just watch, baby.”
So that’s what you do.
Johnny peels his underwear down, slowly revealing where that trail of hair from his navel led to.
Maybe it’s just because you already really like the guy that this particular penis belongs to, but you don’t find it nearly as strange looking as those that you’d seen on the internet had. Johnny’s penis looks nice, kind of intimidatingly big with veins running over his length, and a pink tip peeking through the top of his foreskin, a bead of clear liquid beading on his tip.
You lick your lips without even thinking as you look at him.
“What do you think?” Johnny asks. He wraps his fingers around the base, slowly stroking upwards.
“It’s big.” You want to touch him, your curiosity getting the better of you, but you don’t because Johnny told you to just watch. He keeps running his hand up and down his length, twisting his grip sometimes, and you can’t look away. He bites his lip, but that doesn’t quite manage to cut off the labor of his breath, and his eyes flutter closed, his eyes moving under his eyelids, prompting you to ask, “What are you thinking about?”
His eyes open for a moment, memorizing your face. “You, baby. I’m thinking about you, sweet girl. About how pretty you’d look on your knees in front of me, looking up at me with your pretty eyes and your mouth wide open.” He reaches up with one hand and drags his thumb over your bottom lip. “Since the night of our first date, that’s my favorite fantasy to return to.”
“Why do you want that?” You ask, leaning into his touch, the hypnotic drag of his thumb over your lip.
“Do you know what a blowjob is?” Johnny waits for you to shake your head no. “God, you’re so innocent. A blowjob is when you suck on a penis like a lollipop, basically. Suck on it, use your hand, kiss it and lick it. Don’t use teeth unless the guy tells you he’s into that. And then swallow the cum like a good girl. And on our date, when you had vanilla ice cream dripping from your lip, all I could think about was you sucking me off, my cum dripping from your mouth because you couldn’t take it all.”
The throbbing between your legs suddenly grows harder to ignore, almost painful. You cross your legs to try to make it go away because it feels weird.
Johnny seems to notice what you’re doing. “Baby girl, does this turn you on? Watching me like this? Hearing me talk about what I want to do with you?”
Is that what that feeling is? Arousal?
You nod.
“Are your panties wet?” He groans, his hand squeezes around the base of his penis. You don’t answer, you’re not sure what to say. “Fuck, I--”
Johnny jerks his hand up and down his penis, and you watch, unable to look away as his hand moves faster and faster. He groans, a deep sound that rumbles his chest.
“Baby, I’m going to cum. I’m so close.” Johnny’s hand slows, and you notice the way that his hand squeezes around his penis. And then.
A thick white liquid spurts from his tip, dripping down his belly, his thighs, leaking down his knuckles and there’s more of it, like a slow stream of it, all while Johnny moans and keeps touching himself, and it’s beautiful to watch and gross and you want to see more.
Johnny strokes himself softly, more of the semen leaking from his erection as he pants and moans quietly.
You’re still watching his hand when he grunts your name. “What are you thinking about?”
“I like watching you do that.” You sit back and brush your fingers through your hair. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself, like you felt really good. Would it be like that for me?”
Johnny nods. “Yeah, sweet girl. It feels so, so good.” His hand falls from his lap, wiping his fingers off on his sheets. He sits up again, turning his face toward you. “An orgasm’ll feel good for you too when you have one. Do you want to have one?” His hand touches your knee lightly.
“No, I’m fine for now. It’s just all really fast, you know?” You shake your head and look down at his hand. “Plus, I feel like maybe I should do it myself first, you know?”
“Yeah, you could.” Johnny moves closer, rests his head on your shoulder. “Do you know how to?”
You shake your head no, and for a moment you feel that wave of embarrassment again, the feeling of shame for being so inexperienced and unknowledgeable about sex. But then Johnny sits up, crawling over you to get off the bed. He stuffs his penis back into his boxers, pulls his pants up, and walks over to grab his laptop.
“What are you doing?”
Johnny comes back over, gesturing for you to scoot over on the bed, making room for him to sit back beside you. You slouch down and Johnny does the same, flipping open the lid of his laptop and quickly pulling up a website.
“Since you’re interested in visuals, baby, I thought we could watch some stuff together.” You look up at him, and Johnny smiles. “Porn, sweet girl. I’m saying we should watch some porn together so if you want to learn how to touch yourself, you can see how to do it.”
You’re not so sure about this, but Johnny types something into the search bar of the site, and a moment later the screen is filled with videos. He hovers over a video, but before he clicks on it he says, “Tell me if you don’t want to watch. I’ll turn it off.”
But the curiosity latches onto you and doesn’t let go.
“I want to watch. Show me.” You rest your head on Johnny’s shoulder, like you’re doing nothing more than watching a regular movie.
“So... snickerdoodles, huh?”
Yuta’s sidled up beside you as you’re standing in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He’s holding one of the cookies, nibbling at it while he looks at you. You refuse to look at him because you’re pretty sure all of the members think that you and Johnny have been in his room having sex, but they are so wrong.
“Cookies, right?” Yuta waves his hand in front of your face. “Hey, are you so blissed out from Johnny’s dick that you’re not listening?”
Your face goes so hot that you swear you might just combust. “What!? No! No, that’s not-- I just--” You stumble over the words, not sure what you’re even trying to say.
“We all heard him moaning earlier. Trust me, we know what Johnny sounds like, he’s never quiet.” Yuta laughs. “And besides, I’m not judging you or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. I was just trying to make conversation about these cookies. They’re pretty good.”
“Thanks, and uh...” You take a deep breath. “We weren’t doing that. I’m not... I’ve never... Me and Johnny haven’t had sex.”
Yuta pauses with his mouth full of cookie. “Oh. I didn’t need to know that.”
Yeah, you would prefer that Yuta didn’t know that, that he didn’t know that Johnny was only moaning because he was jerking off for you to see, that you were then watching porn together because you didn’t know how to get touch yourself really, but through watching the video and Johnny talking you through it, now you at least knew that. But you still felt a bit wary about it.
He chats with you for a few more moments while you finish your glass of water, and then you flee back to Johnny’s room, tucking yourself against his side where he’s dozing, his laptop still open to the end of the last video.
“You fell asleep,” You whisper to him as you press your cheek to his shoulder. “Yuta was accusing us of having sex and I told him that that’s not happening, and now I’m all embarrassed.”
Johnny chuckles and wraps his arm around you, his lips against your cheek, still pretty sleepy. “Do you want to give him a real reason to think we’re having sex?”
“I’m not doing that with you, Johnny.” You squirm. “Not tonight.”
“I know, and that’s what I love about you.” He sighs. “Do you want to go home, or are you staying tonight?”
Staying. You’re definitely staying especially when Johnny sleepily brushes his fingers against a small sliver of skin that shows between your shirt and the waistband of your pants. He nods off and starts snoring pretty quickly, but you don’t care. You just love the feeling of being tucked against his side, his heartbeat under your ear, his words from just a moment before echoing in your mind.
That’s what I love about you, he’d said. And those words have a nice warm feeling growing in your chest. Is Johnny in love with you?
You hope he is. Because you’re falling in love with him too.
You want to be like this with him for a long, long time. To sleep with him. To kiss him. To bake cookies and laugh and talk with him. And you want to have sex with him, that’s something you realized about two videos in to your porn-watching. It was something you felt while watching him touch himself, but it was stronger when you were shoulder-to-shoulder, watching as a girl slipped her fingers inside herself and moaned for the camera.
You want Johnny, to feel his fingers touching you, to do everything with him that you’d seen in those videos you watched together. All the things that had made you squirm as you felt your heartbeat between your legs, your panties getting wet.
Johnny had whispered in your ear all about kinks, clicking through a variety of videos. Daddy kink. Anal sex. Bondage. Blowjobs and pussy eating. Threesomes. Voyeurism, exhibitionism. So many things that you didn’t know people could be into. Fetishes for panties and feet, for bodily fluids.
“And what are you into?” You asked Johnny.
“Do you really want to know?” Johnny had asked, sliding lower in his bed, moving the laptop onto his stomach.
It was silly to think, but he looked really cute like that, a double-chin kind of thing going on, his face all lit up in the hideous light of his laptop, his eyes half-lidded. He typed something and then turned the laptop toward you, turning his head to the side on his pillow to look up at you.
“Creampie?” You read off the screen. “What does that mean?”
So he clicked on the video and had you watch a guy thrusting into a girl, both of them moaning ridiculously loud until the guy orgasmed, and filled the girl’s vagina with semen to the point that it was just oozing out of her.
It was then that you looked over at Johnny who was very much not looking at the screen, but rather at you, and it was then that you decided that you didn’t care what kinks or fetishes Johnny had.
You want it all.
You want him.
Dating Johnny wasn’t always the easiest thing.
It had been months now and you were still sneaking around without his company finding out, trying to keep it a secret from the fans too. It was only your friends in common and his members that knew the two of you were a couple, which made it tough when it had been two weeks since you last saw him in person because he was busy touring.
And now he was back, but only for the day before they’d be moving on to the next place. Only stopping in Seoul for long enough to change out some clothes, to attend a meeting at the company building, and not have any time for you.
So you called him that night, knowing that you couldn’t actually be together, but hoping that since he was in the same city as you and since they had a flight that was leaving early, Johnny would be home at the dorm and be able to take your call and talk.
“Hey?” His voice sleepily rasps through the phone. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice. But if you were sleeping, I’ll let you go back to it.” You twist over into your stomach where you’re stretched out on your bed.
Johnny makes a low noise and you hear the rustling of sheets on his end. “It’s fine. I was having trouble getting to sleep, and Taeyong’s at the studio pulling an all-nighter so I’m not bothering him.”
So you make quiet conversation for a little while, chatting about silly unimportant things, and then about a certain drama that you’ve been watching. And then you think about what else you’ve been up to.
“I’ve been doing a little self-study.” You tell Johnny quietly, already feeling yourself warming as you say those words.
Half-asleep still, Johnny just gums and says, “Studying what?”
You hold your breath for a moment, waiting for him to figure it out, but when he doesn’t you whisper, “Myself. I—I touched myself, Johnny.”
There’s a noise on his end of the line, a muffled sort of thump and then a sound like hands searching through bedsheets and then, “Yeah? And how was it, sweet girl?”
Johnny sounds more awake now, slightly breathless, his voice deeper.
You slide deeper into your bed, tugging the sheets up to your chin as you quietly admit, “I’m not sure I did it right. I was touching like how I saw in those videos we watched, but it just didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel bad either, it just didn’t really do anything for me.”
You’d been in the shower just a few days ago, missing Johnny, thinking about how the last time you saw him, you’d been curled together in his bed at the dorm, watching porn specifically based on female masturbation for you to better see what it was like. So you’d decided to give it a go based off of what you could remember. You’d touched your boobs a bit and it felt alright, but when you’d started touching your clit you just felt weird and nervous about what you were doing, and even when you’d powered through it, swirling your fingers on your clit anyway, it just didn’t work.
“Maybe I’m broken. I didn’t use them, so those parts of my body just shut down.” You tell Johnny now.
He chuckles a little bit. “I’m sure that’s not the case, baby. Do you want me to talk you through it?”
“If you want to.”
“There’s nothing I would like more than to hear you going through your first orgasm.” Johnny’s voice drops again, lower, quieter. “Are you in bed, baby? What are you wearing?”
You consider lying to him for a moment before you think better of it, and you tell him the truth. “Those unicorn pajamas you teased me about.”
“That’s so cute,” Johnny groans. “Alright, sweet girl, I want you to unbutton your top for me.”
You sit your phone aside, putting it on speakerphone so you can still hear Johnny as you use both hands to unbutton your shirt. Somehow, even in the privacy of your bedroom where you’ve been naked hundreds of times, you suddenly feel shy at the exposed strip of skin that appears between the two sides of your shirt.
“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Johnny says. “Are you blushing? You probably have that cute look on your face right now like you’re embarrassed but you like it, don’t you?” You cover your face with your hands as if Johnny could actually see you right now, and you whine. Johnny laughs softly, “Are you finished with your top?”
“Mhmm.” You drop your hands to play with the two edges of your shirt.
“Good girl. Now touch your chest with both hands, massage your tits.”
You slip the shirt off your shoulders but don’t take it all the way off, your hands moving to your boobs to do as Johnny says. It feels alright, but it’s not until Johnny tells you, “Now close your eyes, imagine I’m there right with you. Listen to my voice, think of me, pretend it’s me touching you like this.”
So you do just that.
You close your eyes, envisioning Johnny kneeling over you, his lovely hands on your chest, his thumbs and forefingers pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You feel a sharp twinge of pleasure as you do that to yourself, and you feel like there’s a tether between your nipples down to that bright spot of heat in your belly.
You must gasp or make some other sound of pleasure because Johnny speaks up, “That’s the sound I like to hear. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Johnny.”
There’s a sound from his end, the rustling of sheets, squeak of bedsprings, and the next time Johnny speaks, his voice is softer but strained. “If I was there, I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from kissing you, from playing with your nipples until you’re just a hot, needy mess under me, baby. I’d kiss your neck in that way I know you like.”
You sigh, thinking about Johnny’s lips, sucking gently on your throat, the way that the last time he did it, you curled up against him, sighing and whining softly until you had to push him away because the good feeling of it was edging up against pain. But you definitely liked it, and you were sure that if Johnny was here with you right now, kissing your neck like that and rolling your nipples between his nimble fingers, you just might be already that hot, needy mess he wanted you to be.
Already you could feel that damp feeling in your panties, an uncomfortable throbbing starting up.
“What else would you do?” You ask.
“Rub you over those pretty unicorn pants.”
You can almost hear the smirk in his voice, and if anything it makes you want him there even more.
“Can you touch yourself for me, baby? Since I can’t be there?”
You slide your hand down from your chest, skimming your fingers so lightly down your belly that it almost tickles. You pause when your fingertips touch the waistband of your pajama pants, but then you hear the faintest grunt from Johnny.
“Are you touching yourself, too, Johnny?”
“Yeah, baby, I am. Thinking about you touching yourself has me so hard.” Johnny moans softly.
You dip your fingertips under the waistband of your pants, sliding them down over your panties to touch yourself like this first, brushing your fingers down over the wet spot on your panties, the heat of your private parts, and then you bring your finger back up to your clit, touching lightly, gently in small circles like you’d seen in those videos.
This, this is a feeling different than when you’d tried touching yourself the other day. Already it feels pleasurable, foreign but very good, an electric tingle, buzzing under your skin, twisting in your belly.
“I so wish I could see you right now.” Johnny swears. “I’d love to see you, if you want to show me.”
“What?” You freeze, open your eyes, and look over at the phone.
“You’re so pretty, sweet girl. I want to see you looking pretty, touching yourself while you’re thinking of me, thinking of my lips, my hands, of my dick.” He groans, and you move your hand inside your panties, slipping a finger down to your wet and throbbing heat. “But I’ll settle for hearing you, sweet girl. Touch yourself and think of me.”
“What do you want me to do, Johnny?” You slide your fingers through your wetness, waiting for his reply.
“Do you remember that video we watched, the woman who had three fingers in her pussy before she used a toy on herself?” Johnny asks, “I want you to do that. Finger yourself.”
“Okay, Johnny.” With one hand on your breast, you ease a finger inside yourself ever so slowly. You close your eyes and let your imagination take control.
You picture Johnny sliding his finger inside you, kissing your thighs, being gentle and sweet with you. You want him, so much so that a part of you considers how long it would take for you to make it to the dorm, how many hours you could squeeze in with him before he had to leave again.
Johnny between your thighs, crooking his finger inside you, easing a second in to scissor, opening you wider. You feel your arousal dripping between your fingers, making you wetter still.
A sound breaks through your lips before you even realize it.
“Shit, baby, you sound so good. Your moans are so pretty.” Johnny’s voice sends another thrum through your core. “Do your fingers feel good?”
“Yes, Johnny. So good.” You thrust your fingers, curling them against your walls, your thumb moving up to touch your clit. It all feels so strange, this tightening of pleasantness in your belly. Is this what it always feels like? “Better if they were yours, Johnny.”
“Next time,” Johnny breathes heavily. “I’m back in four days. We’ll be home for a while. Then. Come over then, and we can do this for real. Cum for me now and come for me then.”
You fit in a third finger, surprised as you realize just how wet you are, you’ve never in your life felt anything like this. You’re so wet that you can hear your fingers moving in and out, and Johnny can probably hear it too.
“God I want to taste you, sweet girl. Lick you out, hold you against my face until you’re begging me to cum.” He moans. “And then, to be inside you, God, thinking about it now...”
For a moment there are no words passed between either of you. Just the soft moans, heavy breathing, the sounds of you both touching yourselves to the thought of the other.
You imagine Johnny over you, taking your virginity as he kisses your cheeks and how good it will feel when you have him inside you.
“So big,” You sigh.
Johnny hums in pleasure. “Yeah, but you can take it. Take it like the good girl you are, right, baby? You’d look so pretty taking me in like that, feel so tight, warm and soft and so wet. Are you imagining that right now? My big dick stretching you open, filling you up, making you feel good, baby?”
Yes, that’s exactly what you’re thinking about. Your fingers aren’t nearly enough for you, and you think that you both know it, because they just aren’t reaching deep enough, not filling you well enough. You need him. You need. . . .
“Johnny.” You whine his name, your fingers slipping through your wetness.
“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” He pauses just to hear the strained whine that you make, a desperate but sweet sound. “God, I wish I could see you right now. Go on, baby. Don’t be shy, don’t hold back. Cum for me.”
There’s nothing that you can compare the feeling of an orgasm to. It’s not quite like anything else. But if you had to try you would explain it like this: you’re a hot air balloon, lighting up and lifting off, feeling light and hot and untethered; you’re the ocean, waves crashing and crashing; you’re the earth itself, quaking as this build up of pressure is finally released, leaving you devastated but calmed in the aftermath.
And like an earthquake, you experience aftershocks as you close your thighs around your hand, twisting onto your side toward the phone, still slightly moving your fingers inside yourself.
“Oh my god.” You sigh, your breath mildly labored. You stroke your fingers against your walls and then open your legs and pull your hand away, dragging your wet fingers over your clit, touching just a bit more before you just drop it away. You stay like that for a moment, unmoving, your mind still whirring in ecstasy, and you listen to the sound of Johnny breathing on the other side of the phone call.
He doesn’t moan your name or anything, but his breath picks up and you hear a sound like limbs moving over bedsheets and then a soft groan. Then it’s quiet again, both of you just breathing, your highs fading away.
“Johnny?” You whisper, afraid that maybe he’s already fallen asleep since you’ve both been quiet.
He hums sleepily to let you know he’s still there.
“I think I love you.”
You whisper the words so softly, you’re really not sure if he even hears them. And if he does, you don’t wait around to hear his response, murmuring a quick, “Goodnight” before you end the call.
The moment that your knuckles make contact with the door of NCT’s dorm, the door is tugged open and you jump back, startled.
Johnny’s standing there, all six foot something of him, looking beautiful and sexy and cuddly. Your face burns as you remember that you haven’t even spoken with him since that night. You’ve texted in his few spare minutes of time, but this is your first face-to-face encounter in weeks. Your first time even hearing him breathe in nearly a week.
You open your mouth to say hello.
He sweeps you into his arms, cutting your words off before you’ve even spoken them, squeezing you so tightly that you’re a bit worried he might break you. Just as you’re about to start squirming and complaining, Johnny softens the hug, presses his lips against the crown of your head and says, “I love you, too.”
Now your face really burns, as well as your whole body.
“So you did hear that?” You ask.
“I heard. I was about to say it back, but you ended the call.” Johnny releases his arms from around you, sliding on hand down your back and then taking your hand in his. “So I’ll say it again, I love you.”
You get a feeling in your belly, a light and warm and fluttery feeling. You press up on your tiptoes and peck Johnny on the lips, still clinging to his hand. “I love you.”
“Oh, God. That’s so gross. Get a room.” Haechan groans as he walks up behind you, squeezing by with Mark and Taeil. All three of them squeeze inside, and you decide that maybe you should come in off the doorstep. With your fingers still knotted together, Johnny walks beside you, and both of you are fighting off grins, and you can’t help giggling at the happy, lovely feeling you’ve got.
You kinda want to just keep walking with Johnny, head to his room and lock your selves away so you can be his sole focus, so he can kiss you and keep holding you and touching you, so you can hear his voice calling you baby and sweet girl and telling you that he loves you.
But instead you and Johnny join most of the rest of the members where they’re all sitting around, getting ready to watch a movie and eat the takeout that Taeil, Mark, and Haechan had just brought home.
You and Johnny squeeze to sit down on a sofa beside Jaehyun and Doyoung.
As they’re divvying out food, someone asks where Taeyong’s at.
“He’s at the studio again,” Doyoung answers from beside you without looking up from his plate.
Mark snorts, “No, he’s not. He’s visiting his muse again for a little bit of inspiration, is what he said. You know that he’s just fucking so he can write dirty lyrics to a song and pretend that they’re about something entirely different.” He shoves a mouthful of food into his mouth and still says, “If I have to listen to him tell me about how great it feels when he’s got two different--”
Yuta glances toward you and smirks, cutting Mark off as he says. “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t be talking about this? Not in front of her, she’s so innocent.”
All eyes turn to you then and your face goes hot. You pinch Johnny’s arm. “Did you tell them?”
Johnny starts to shake his head, but Yuta beats him to answering. “I got it that time when you were stuttering, trying to explain that you and Johnny hadn’t had sex. You seemed so shocked and embarrassed about it, I just knew that you’re Johnny’s precious little angel when it comes to anything sexual. He never joins in on sex conversations anymore. I figured you must be a virgin.”
You whine, knowing that they can all probably tell how embarrassed you are, and it doesn’t get any better when the boys all around the room start laughing.
“It’s alright that you’re a virgin!” Jaehyun leans around Doyoung. “So is Mark.”
“Hey!” Mark shouts.
You groan and hide your face against Johnny’s shoulder. The boys turn their teasing from you to Mark, who soon gets fed up and shouts, “Alright! Let’s watch the movie! Everyone shut up!”
His cheeks and ears and neck are all brightly blushing, and you’re still cooling down from the embarrassment, so you’re grateful when someone turns the lights off and when Johnny tugs you closer so you’re sitting halfway in his lap. You snuggle up against his side, letting him occasionally feed you bits of takeout, and before long you’re just resting your head on his shoulder, your legs draped over his lap, Johnny’s hand resting on your knee making soothing back and forth motions.
Maybe it’s silly, but that simple touch, just the gentle rubbing of your leg as if he’s not even thinking about it, starts affecting you.
You check that none of the other guys is watching, then you lay your hand over Johnny’s. He doesn’t look away from the movie, just twists his fingers with yours, and laughs along with the others who are actually watching the screen.
Maybe it’s crazy, but Johnny’s touch, the heat of his skin, the gentle pressure of his fingertips on your knee have that new throbbing sensation of sexual desire growing between your legs. You want him.
This was never your ideal situation, but with your fingers twisted together with Johnny’s, you slowly guide his leg higher on your thigh, into your lap. When you cup his fingers against your mound, his fingertips twitch and he turns to look at you.
Johnny’s eyes glow oddly in the light of the movie, half of his face in shadow, and it’s such a hungry look.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you for a long moment, searching your eyes to see if you’re telling him to do what he thinks you’re telling him to do. You nod, and with your hand over his, you press his fingers against you again, moving them in a circular motion right over your clit.
Johnny’s gaze burn against your face as he touches you like this, right in front of everyone. You’re not as innocent as they might believe, not anymore. Johnny flicks his hand, brushing yours away so it’s only his fingers touching you over your clothes, keeping his motions smooth and subtle, inconspicuous as he goes back to watching the movie again.
It feels so different to have someone else touching you like this.
You’ve only done this to yourself a few times now. The one time before you did it on the phone with Johnny, and another two times since then, but none had been quite as good as when you’d had Johnny in your ear.
But this? Having him actually touching you between your legs? Too good.
With your legs over his lap like this, your knees angled up, his movements are somewhat hidden from the rest of the room, but when you bite your lip and press your face against his shoulder, you worry that you’re going to make a sound that will alert the others to what Johnny’s doing. That thought alone sends a strange feeling gushing through you, almost like you want to tempt fate more than you already are.
You spread your legs a bit more.
Johnny looks sideways at you. The one side of his mouth curls up in a smile and you almost gasp when he drums his fingers over your clit before going right back to rubbing those gentle circular motions.
You want more. You want to roll your hips into his touch, to kiss him, to make the noises that you want to make for him. You feel so wet in your panties.
There’s a loud sound, and your eyes flash open though you’re not sure when exactly they closed.
Johnny’s hand disappears from your lap, and you look over toward where Yuta had accidentally dropped his plate, food scattered across the floor. As the boys start being noisy, a combination of teasing and complaining at Yuta’s expense, you want to groan in frustration. You want Johnny’s fingers back on you, but you feel like that’s not going to happen now that they’ve all been drawn out of their entranced movie-watching.
In all the movement of cleaning up the mess, you stand up and head to the bathroom, needing to take the opportunity to cool down.
As you stand in the bathroom, facing yourself in the mirror, you wonder what you were thinking, letting that just happen out there. Not so long ago you’d never even been kissed, but you were just out there almost letting Johnny give you an orgasm in front of all of his friends. What had gotten into you?
You splash a bit of cold water on your face, hoping to wake yourself out of this mood, then you wait a few more moments before opening the bathroom door and stepping back out into the hallway.
A tall shadow looms in front of you, and your heart stops. You take a step back and gasp, “Oh, Johnny! You scared me!”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Johnny steps forward, wrapping his arms around you, drawing you into his chest. “Are you okay? Why’d you disappear?”
“I needed to cool off.” You admit to him, tilting your head back so you can see his face.
Johnny runs a hand lightly up and down your spine and you struggle to hold down your shivers. “And did it work, baby?” As if he doesn’t already know the answer. You know that you’re nearly trembling in his arms even if you would like to pretend that you’re not. Try as you might to push down your newly awakened sexuality, when Johnny���s this close to you, touching you and so warm and smelling so good, you can’t help but have these needs rising to the surface.
“No, Johnny. It didn’t work.”
He nods. “Come with me, sweet girl.”
When he takes your hand, casting one last glance in the direction of all of the other guys, he heads toward his bedroom. You don’t argue because you’ve given up on holding yourself back.
You have a hunger, and you know that Johnny has been waiting to fill it.
As soon as he’s got you in his room, Johnny’s lips are on yours. He presses you between his body and the wall, and you put your hands on his arms, clinging onto him as if you’re drowning and he’s your only hope of staying afloat.
Johnny’s hands move down to your hips, his fingers dancing against your waistband before slipping under and stopping right there, just ten small points of contact. “Do you want me to touch you, sweet girl?”
Yes, of course you do.
You nod.
“I need to hear you say it.” Johnny’s lips trail over your jaw, falling to your throat just as you open your mouth.
You gasp and move your hands to twist in the fabric of his t-shirt. “Yes, Johnny. I want you to touch me. Please,” You whine. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, I’ve even been dreaming about what it would be like to have you really touching me, not since that night.”
His lips curl against your skin and he hums gently. “I can make that dream come true for you. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with you.”
When Johnny cups your face between his hands, holding you like you’re something precious, you feel your whole entire world reduce until it’s only this room, only you and Johnny and nothing else even matters.
He kisses you again. You press up on your toes, shaking slightly as Johnny drops a hand back to slip under your clothes. He holds his touch for a moment right there on your hip, a gentle and relaxing weight and heat before he dips lower, his hand sliding over the stretch of skin that’s never been touched by anyone but you.
You gasp a bit when his fingertips actually come into contact with your clit. Johnny kisses you quiet again, his touch down there light and pleasant. When his touch grows a bit more insistent, slipping through your wetness back toward your vagina, you make a sound and pull back from the kiss, your shoulders hitting the wall as you try not to moan or sound too needy.
Johnny smiles as he watches this, and he swoops down to peck you on the lips. “You’re too cute, you know that? Let’s move to the bed, sweet girl. It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” He draws his hand out of your pants, but leaves it on your hip, bringing you along with him as he backs toward his bed until he hits the edge and sits down with you standing between his knees. “Do you want to take your clothes off? You don’t have to but, God, baby, I want to see you like that.”
You squirm, embarrassed (and also very turned on) by the idea of being naked in front of Johnny.
At your hesitation to answer, Johnny prompts, “Do you want me to get naked too? If that’ll make you feel less embarrassed or self-conscious or anything?” He smiles, his thumb moving in dizzying circles on your hip.
“You first.” You tell him, tilting your chin up.
Johnny laughs, and without hesitation, he pulls his shirt off, leaving his hair messy and your heart pounding. His hands drop to his pants, making quick work of the button and zipper and then he’s shoving them down past his knees, kicking them off. He stops with his thumbs tucked under the elastic of his underwear, the material clings so tightly to his penis and balls, you don’t even need the material to be gone to see him.
“Those too.” You swallow nervously.
“Whatever you want, sweet girl.”
And then Johnny’s naked. Again. But this is different than the first time when it was just him masturbating for you to see. Sure, that was a sexually charged atmosphere, but this one is even more so. This time you know what’s going to happen. You are going to fully participate because Johnny’s going to be touching you. And if things go the way you think you want them to, you’ll be touching each other.
“You too.” Johnny leans back on his elbows, and you tear your eyes away from his growing erection. Already he’s gone from somewhat limp to definitely getting hard, his penis shifting over his thigh as it engorges. You fight the urge to lick your lips.
Before you can think too much about it, you reach down, taking the hem of your shirt in your hands, and you pull it over your head, slide your hands quickly down to your pants to rid yourself of them. And then, there you stand in your panties and your bra. They’re mismatched, a plain skintone bra, and purple cotton panties with a tiny little bow at the front.
You cross your arms in front of you as the cool air of the room rushes over your heated skin.
“You’re so beautiful. Honestly.” His voice sounds a little hoarse, bleeding sincerity, love, and awe.
Johnny’s eyes swallow you down, you watch the way his gaze moves down your body. From your face, along the line of your throat to the shape of your bra curving over your chest, then moving on over your stomach and your belly button, hitting the hem of your panties, and he looks back up to your eyes. You hold his gaze, then drop your arms, reaching for him instead.
He sits up, holding out a hand for you to take, and you do.
You pull his hand back toward your body, guide it between your legs again, like you had back out in the other room. “Touch me. I want you to do the rest.”
“Okay,” Johnny nods, his fingers already moving against you through your panties. The way he looks up at you then, it makes you feel weightless, floating, and it’s only as Johnny reaches his hand up your back, tracing and skipping his fingers up your spine, flicking his wrist and unfastening your bra just that easily, you come crashing back to Earth, your body filled with heat.
Your bra falls from your shoulders, cast aside. Johnny bites his bottom lip, his hands both move to your hips, his fingers curl in the fabric of your panties.
You breath out as Johnny slides the panties easily down your legs. You step out of them and then look at Johnny again, shivering when he ghosts his fingers up the outsides of your thighs to hold your hips again.
He turns you slowly, facing you away from him, but you hear the slide of his body on his sheets, and then he pulls you back to sit in the available space between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You feel his erection digging into your hip, but you don’t have time to think about that before Johnny’s fingers slide between your legs, exploring.
“Oh my...” You sigh and roll your head back against his shoulder when Johnny presses a fingertip inside you, easing his finger in about halfway.
He kisses your cheek. “Does it feel good?” And then he lifts his thumb to your clit, rubbing you there as he pushes his finger deeper.
“Yeah.”
“It’s because you’re so wet for me, baby.” Johnny starts to pull his finger out, but then suddenly he curls it up against a spot inside you and you bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out. “That’s your G spot, it’s what’ll give you an absolutely insane orgasm.”
Already you can imagine how that’ll be. You didn’t know that you had one of those, not until right then as Johnny rubs his finger against that spot inside you as well as your clit. You close your eyes and press your forehead against the column of his throat, letting out a low moan.
“I can show you where it is. Give me your hand.” Johnny murmurs. “I want you to be able to make yourself feel as good as I can make you feel.”
You offer him your hand, whining in complaint when he draws his hand away from you to take your hand. He brings your hand down between your legs, directing first one of your fingers inside you, and you can’t help but wonder why you both made a big deal out of him touching you if now you’re just touching yourself. But then Johnny nudges his finger alongside your own, stretching you as he does.
His finger presses right alongside yours, his cheek against yours as you both look down between your legs. “Feel that right there?” Johnny asks, his finger moves yours up against the top wall of your vagina, and you do feel something there, something like a bump, and just that gentle touch of your finger and Johnny’s against the spot sends another warm jolt through your body. “That’s it. Find that and you’re almost guaranteed a good time.”
Slowly, Johnny works a third finger inside you, and you let your hand fall away from yourself, reaching to grip Johnny’s thigh. He makes pleased noises as you sigh and pant and moan, your hips moving into his finger thrusts. And he keeps touching your clit and that spot inside you, and then his other hand rests over your belly, drifting higher and higher until he’s touching your chest, both of his arms now securing you against his body.
With each curl and twist of Johnny’s fingers inside you, you feel that build up of pleasure inside you, a wave growing and growing, soon to crash over you.
“Are you going to cum, sweet girl?” Johnny brushes his lips over your shoulder.
His fingers press right against your G spot, his thumb on your clit, his other hand on your breast, and you feel that tether stretching thin inside you. And then it snaps.
Your fingernails dig into Johnny’s thigh, your breath coming out in sharp bursts as your walls pulse around his fingers, moans pouring from your lips until Johnny moves a hand up to cover your mouth.
If you thought that the last orgasm on your own fingers was good, this one is even better. You feel so explosive, like your body can just fall apart there, and the only thing holding you together is Johnny’s arms around you.
“Shh. Much louder and they’ll all know what we’re up to in here.” Johnny laughs and kisses your cheek. “Was that good?”
You nod, press your cheek against his chest.
Johnny pulls his hand away, but you grab onto his wrist, squeezing it before he can go far.
“What?” He asks, shifting behind you, and in doing so, he rubs his erection against your hip.
You twist in his arms, kneeling up between his legs. “I want it all with you, Johnny. Over the last few weeks, with the stuff you’ve been teaching me, it’s awakened something in me, and I want you, Johnny. I really, really want you.”
His hands stick to your hips again. “You really, really want me?” Johnny raises his eyebrows. “Right now?”
“Right now. Tomorrow. Whenever.” You drape your arms around his neck. “All the time. I told you, I love you, Johnny.”
“You’re perfect.” He moans, and with his hands on your hips, he lifts you up, turning you both around so your lain down on the bed, Johnny fits between your legs, lowering to kiss you. He kisses you and you sneak your hand down between your bodies. You want to touch him, to have him in your hand.
Johnny startles a bit when you do wrap your hand around him, grunts against your lips. “Not quite so hard, sweet girl.”
“Sorry.” You lighten your grip until Johnny murmurs, “Yeah, like that.”
He kisses slowly, moaning at the feel of your hand around his erection, the easy pump of your hand along his shaft. It feels strange but good to be doing this, your core still hungry for more and more as Johnny rocks into your fist.
“Not to rush along, but can we move on?” You ask.
“Eager?” Johnny teases, sitting back, and he leans across the bed, digging into the drawer on his bedside table. He comes back up with a small square packet which he tears into and then pulls something out. You squint at it. “It’s a condom, sweetheart. You’re not on birth control, I’m assuming, so a condom’s necessary. I love you, but I’m not trying to get you pregnant.”
“I’m not trying to get pregnant either.” You watch as Johnny rolls the condom down his penis, and then you take a deep breath and lay back on the pillow.
Johnny comes down over you again, his arms on either side of your head, and he brushes his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead. “Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
Johnny strokes your cheek, sinks down the rest of the way until you can feel him brushing between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds.
You think back to not so long ago, your first time seeing what sex was, back when you were disgusted at the thought of a guy sticking that inside a woman. And now here you are.
Johnny pushes forward, and the stretch is uncomfortable at first, he’s bigger than a few fingers, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s just... different than anything you’ve felt before.
“You okay?” Johnny asks. “You’re so tight, baby. Relax for me. Relax. You’re doing so great.”
Just as he asks, you do. Johnny fills you up with his erection, and you bury your face in his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Honestly, you’re not too sure about how to describe what happens next. Johnny rocks his hips forward, fitting so tightly inside you, and you crave the next orgasm. You wish you could feel him without the strange barrier of the condom, and you want to feel him cum inside you, fulfill that kink he’d told you about. A creampie. And anything else that he’s into.
It’s your first time.
It’s nothing spectacular, just rather simple honestly, but it’s romantic and intimate and you love it because you’re doing it with Johnny. Having sex. Making love.
Maybe it would have been better if you had an orgasm with Johnny inside of you, but you were mildly disappointed when that didn’t happen. He pushed in deep, sucking on your tongue as he filled the condom. His body was heavy and hot on yours, arms wrapped around you, feeling like a safe place.
You whine when he pulls out, making quick work of removing the condom, tying it off, dropping it over the edge of the bed.
He slinks down between your legs, hitches your thighs over his shoulders, and before you can even ask Johnny what he’s doing, he’s licking between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth, pressing his fingers inside you again.
Johnny licks and slurps, and you bite into your arm to keep from moaning too loudly as another orgasm rocks through you and you grind down against his face. He doesn’t let up, still licking you, fingering you, sucking at your clit through your orgasm and after until your body feels like it’s burning, the pleasure too much for you to handle any more.
You push at Johnny’s head and he backs off.
“I was right to call you sweet girl, sweet girl.” He sits up so you can see his face as he licks his lips. “Next time, I would love to have you sit on my face.”
“Next time,” You sigh, curling up on your side, rubbing your face into his pillow, trying to get comfortable. “Next time, for sure.”
You yawn.
“Just sleep, baby.” Johnny pets your hair, pulls the sheets up over you as he climbs off the bed. You start to whine, reaching for him, and Johnny just kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
You close your eyes, and you’re asleep before Johnny comes back.
But some amount of time later, you wake when the door of the room opens. You’re aware of Johnny in front of you, blocking the view of you from the door, and his arm is draped over your waist, your bodies pressed together. Johnny turns partially to look back over his shoulder to see Taeyong coming into their shared room.
You see Taeyong too, and the look on his face as he inhales, then says,
“It smells like ass in here, what have you been doing?”
Johnny laughs, rolls back over and pulls you tighter against him without saying a word to Taeyong who just backs out of the room and doesn’t return for the rest of the night.
a/n: I know the actual smut here at the end was probably kinda a let down, and just know that I’m not really too happy with it either, but maybe I’ll come back and fix it some time to make it better.
Anyway, this was inspired by the request from an anon who requested a scenario of a very, very innocent reader for this anon’s birthday. Happy Birthday!! I hope that I remembered your birthday correctly, and I hope this is what you wanted!
Also, this was inspired by a few other requests I’ve had recently, and I tried to fit as many in as well as I could.
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Destiel Trope Collection 2020
Day 15: Friends to Lovers
The First Thanksgiving | @fangirlingtodeath513
Rating: General
Word Count: 1184
Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Mary Winchester,John Winchester,Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Traditions,Established Castiel/Dean Winchester,Thanksgiving,Thanksgiving Dinner,Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester,Minor John Winchester/Mary Winchester
Summary: Mary has a Thanksgiving tradition she’s carried on for years, but this year’s is particularly special.
For Better or Worse | @deansrightfulangerissue
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 1497
Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Parental Physical Abuse, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Angst
Summary: When they first meet, Cas saves Dean from school bullies. Over the years, their friendship only grows stronger.
Quarantine Roomies | @cloverhighfive
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 2038
Main Tags/Warnings: domestic fluff, idiots in love, first kiss, college AU
Summary: Cas and Dean roomie together while they have to go in quarantine to wait out the pandemic outbreak. They're friends. But maybe Dean misread Cas.
Sex Ed | @Destielshipper4Cas
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2324
Main Tags/Warnings: Roommates, Virgin Castiel, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Barebacking
Summary: Cas grew up in a religious family who have kept him sheltered all his life. When he finally gets out of there, his knowledge about sex is seriously lacking. Luckily, his alpha roommate Dean knows all about sex and can teach him a thing or two. It would be so much easier if feelings weren’t involved…
Stay a While | @nickelkeep
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 2755
Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Moving in Together, Love Confessions
Summary: With his brother expecting, Cas needs a place to live. With Sam moving out, Dean needs a roommate. After not living together for several years, can Cas and Dean make things work?
The Archaeologist and the Disco Ball | @saltnhalo
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 2761
Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Fluff, Love Confessions
Summary: When Dean had agreed to take Castiel shopping for a costume to wear to Meg’s Halloween party this Friday, he had not expected the actual expedition to be so… difficult.
Pulling Shivers | @suckerfordeansfreckles
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3200
Main Tags/Warnings: childhood best friends, friends to lovers, skinny dipping, getting together, mutual pining, love confessions
Summary: “You ever been skinny dipping?” Dean asks, out of absolutely nowhere. He’s looking up at Cas, upside-down from where he’s hanging off of Cas’ bed, a black controler clasped loosely in his hands. They’ve been hanging out and playing video games in Cas’ childhood bedroom all day, trying to use the days they have left before they inevitably have to start the three-hour drive back to college together. They are roommates now, and still best friends, just like when they were seven years old and missing a few teeth. Cas is also, unfortunately, still as head over heels in love with Dean now, at the age of 23, as he was when Dean was still too small to sit in the Impala without a booster seat, still only sitting and watching as his uncle Bobby tinkered on cars, still loud and laughing unabashedly, still void of worries. Cas stumbles a little over the question. “Um — I. No, never. You?”
Out Of Bed | @saltnhalo
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 4145
Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Wizard Castiel (Supernatural), Wizard Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hufflepuff Dean Winchester, Gryffindor Castiel (Supernatural)
Summary: On his way back from the Quidditch Pitch late one night, Dean Winchester finds himself adventuring the deserted corridors of Hogwarts with the Head Boy.
feathers and lightbulbs | @procasdeanating
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4371
Main Tags/Warnings: witch!Cas, incubus!Dean, sharing a bed, mutual pining
Summary: A spell gone wrong forces Dean and Cas to keep in physical contact. Easier said than done, when one of them is a succubus and madly and secretly in love with his best friend.
The Fault of Flying | @thebloggerbloggerfun
Rating: General
Word Count: 4478
Main Tags/Warnings: Reverse!Verse, Insomniac!Castiel, Angel!Dean
Summary: Insomnia can make trying to fall asleep an incredibly frustrating endeavor, and for the human Castiel, it is. Luckily for him, his best friend is an angel with the ability to take him anywhere in the world when the nights get rough, and it makes everything more interesting! And more confusing.
Never Ever | @suckerfordeansfreckles
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4494
Main Tags/Warnings: best friends to lovers, drinking games, alcohol, confessions
Summary: Every other week, Charlie and Gilda and Row, Jo, Garth and Kevin, Benny, Chuck, Sam, Dean and Cas get together to get drunk — or, depending on preferences, high. They meet and get drunk and talk about life, most of the time. Sometimes, though, like today, they play drinking games. Today, it’s Never Have I Ever. It’s only a quarter past midnight, all of them are way past tipsy already, when Charlie giggles to herself and slurs: “Never ’ve I ever — ever slapped my partner’s ass durin’ sex.” A mixture of laughter and snorts wanders through their rows, and everyone raises their glasses. Everyone, even Garth — everyone except Cas. Everyone drinks, except Cas, and Dean just stares. He can feel the vodka dribbling down his chin while he drinks, and oggles his best friend some more. As soon as he swallowed and coughed his way through the burning liquor, he blurts: “Dude, seriously, never?” And that's how it begins.
Scent-Bonded | @destielshipper4cas
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 4742
Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Summary: When the alpha Cas is scent-bonded to leaves him, it’s on Dean to pick up the pieces. Since they’re scent-compatible, letting Cas scent him helps the omega feel less despaired. An easy solution—if only Dean wasn’t in love with and scent-bonded to Cas.
Be quiet | @notfunnydean
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4748
Main Tags/Warnings: 5+1 Things, Semi-Public Sex
Summary: 5 Times where Castiel needs Dean to be quiet and one time, where he really wants to hear what Dean has to say.
Pen Pal | @peanutbutterjelly-pie
Rating: General
Word Count: 5246
Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Pen Pals, Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers,
Summary: Hey, Cas, you wanna be my pen pal?” + (Dean is twelve years old when he asks Castiel to be his pen pal, not knowing that it will change his life completely.)
Not good enough? | @notfunnydean
Rating: General
Word Count: 6099
Main Tags/Warnings: hurt!Dean, crying!Dean
Summary: When Dean finds a list in Cas’ room, where Cas has written down everything he hates about him, Dean tries to become a brand new person. But Castiel seems to hate that as well.
making the most of the night | @pomegranatedaffodil
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 6819
Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Birthdays, Fluff and Smut
Summary: Dean isn't exactly looking forward to his thirtieth birthday, but at least the party he has planned to mark its passing will be pretty great. Or so he thinks, until a massive snowstorm causes a power outage on the afternoon of the party. One by one, the guests make their excuses for not being able to attend-- all except for Cas, who Dean can't seem to get a hold of. And then there's a knock on his door.
Cuddle Buddies | @Destielshipper4Cas
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 10056
Main Tags/Warnings: Roommates, Mutual Pining, Couch Cuddles, Idiots in Love, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Massage, Barebacking
Summary: Cas just wants some alpha cuddles, but alphas generally aren’t all that interested in cuddling. Luckily, he has an awesome roommate who steps up to the plate.
Kilig | @gii-heylittleangel
Rating: General
Word Count: 10397
Main Tags/Warnings: friends to lovers, 5+1 things, secret admirer
Summary: Five times Castiel didn't know his secret admirer and the one time he did.
Took Me Long Enough | @confusedcasishere
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 15579
Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Openly Gay Castiel, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, High School AU, Eventual Smut, Dean Winchester Has A Crush on Castiel
Summary: Alright, so you know how in movies the friendzoned BFF always gets the girl in the end? Well what if the girl is a dude and you’re also a dude? Do the same rules apply? Or will this clusterfuck end with me losing my best friend?
Unexpectedly You | @verobatto-angelxhunter
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 30239
Main Tags/Warnings: Destiel, season 8 canon divergent, mutual pining, winged Castiel, Sammy knows, explicit sexual content, Aruiel (OC) Sam/Aruiel (OC), first kiss, love confession.
Summary: Cas is back in the bunker after being absent for a couple of weeks, although for Dean were like centuries. So this time he will train Castiel as a hunter, not because he missed him a lot and he wanted him to stay with him at all. Just because they are good friends. But something will ruin his plans, a new danger and an old enemy of Castiel will resurge. Ancient enochian spells and a big secret will be revealed while the hunter will try to figure out his feelings for the angel. Helped by Sammy's insightful mind and a new angel ally, our friends will have to save the world one more time.
Lucky Winner | @natmoose
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 31719
Main Tags/Warnings: General Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Past Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Professor Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Friends to Lovers Warnings: Anxiety Attacks, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, Non-Penetrative Sex
Summary: Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with. But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.
Because This Moment Simply Is | @ilovelucey
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 32045
Main Tags/Warnings: Highschool/College AU; Neighbor AU; Best friends to lovers; Bottom!Dean/Top!Cas
Summary: Dean and Cas have been next-door neighbors and best friends since they were both four years old. They've been through everything together. Cas was there for Dean when his mother died, and his father started going off the rails. Dean was there for Cas while he came to terms with his sexuality and came out to his religious family. Now they’re both eighteen and Cas is secretly, hopelessly in love with Dean. After years of ignoring his burgeoning feelings, Cas finds the courage to come clean just before he moves across the country to attend college in California. Determined, Cas pours his feelings out into a letter and leaves it for Dean to find. It isn't until eight years later that Dean finally receives the letter, and that single sheet of yellowed notebook paper turns his entire world upside down.
Where the Road Leads? (WIP) | lightmyway (AO3)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 141598
Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Hurt/comfort, angst, Photojournalist Cas, Legal Guardian Dean
Summary: Castiel took off on his motorcycle at eighteen, ready to let the road take him where it wanted. That plan changed when he met Mary Winchester at a protest rally and shell learned the power of the camera around his neck. He never expected he would move in with her two boys and step back from his up and coming career. Dean never expected to be a parent at the age of eighteen. He also never expected that Cas would dedicate himself to being there for both Winchester boys. Dean, also, never expected that Cas would return to the career he left behind and fly off to some of the most dangerous places in the world. He certainly never thought it would be because of something he let happen. Will he be able to bring Cas home?
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I don’t know you yet
Iwaizumi soulmate au and birthday event
This is part of both my soulmate au and a gift to the character himself since its his birthday today. This is for @brattyquirks husband. Iwa-chan happy birthday. Love yaa.💖💖💖
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warnings:angst with happy ending
How can you miss someone you’ve never met? He constantly wondered that. To say it was hard to live in a world full of soulmates was an understatement. What was worse was being friends with someone who everyone wanted to be with. Iwaizumi Hajime was never one to care for relationships. From the moment a single strand of hair changed color he was determined to wait for that h/c person. He knew that they would love him for him. For the person he truly was. Rough edges and all.
Cause I need you but I don’t know you yet. Rough edges were normally the reason why he didn’t get lucky with anyone. All of them went for someone more approachable. More free. Hajime knew he didn’t seem like the most friendly individual. But that was always only on the outside. He cared about those around him. Sometimes way too much. Many people have come and gone in his life. Most have entered his life only to have leverage for his best friend. A betrayal that he had come to expect. That’s why now he lays in his bed, praying to anyone who’s listening to bring you to him. Because he’s tired of watching others step over him to reach Oikawa.
Can you find me soon because I’m in my head? Was he not enough? Was he so bad at this that no one wanted to be with him. He’s now in his second year of high school and has just experienced the third rejection of his high school life. He really liked her too. She was pretty, smart and made him laugh. When he talked she would pay close attention and she laughed at his jokes. He might have misread the signs.
“Iwaizumi-san you are amazing I’ll give you that but I’m interested in someone else.” He had hoped she would stop there, leave the lucky person as a mystery. He didn’t want to know after all. Actually he didn’t want to get his fears confirmed. “And i was hoping you could help me with that, he’s your best friend after all.”
Yeah, i need you now but I don’t know you yet. Volleyball had become more than just a club at this point. He knew it was a special part of him since middle school but he never expected to love it this much. The team was cooperating well, even though they had Oikawa as their captain. They hadn’t managed to make it to the nationals last year but they were determined that this time, this time will be different. Being in his third year he didn’t have much free time to think about relationships whether they be romantic or new friendships. That’s what he kept telling himself. He wouldn’t let his mind get in the way of enjoying his last year in high school just because he didn’t have someone to kiss. Matsukawa brought his girlfriend to practice today. He looked happy with her, content with just holding her. They had been together for two months now and they were still in the honeymoon phase. That’s why they looked so happy. At least that’s what Oikawa claims. He had just broken up with his girlfriend. It was still the beginning of the school year, this year would be different. His hand reached out to the special strand of hair behind his ear.
How can you miss someone you’ve never seen? They have a new manager. She’s a third year as well but he hasn’t met her yet. He has been sick the last couple of days and he couldn’t make it to practice. Oikawa told him that she’s cute. Hanamaki provided more information. Apparently he shares a class with her. Hanamaki said that she moved back here only a month ago and that’s why she missed the first two weeks of school. Her name is Y/N L/N, Matsu stated that she’s really friendly. She’s already well acquainted with Oikawa and the first years. She said they were the easiest to approach.
Tell me are your eyes brown, blue or green? She was lovely. He was sure that his heart was saying the truth and he wasn’t driven by his hormones. She tugged at his heart strings no matter the time of day. They were linked somehow and he knew. Attraction was surely there, from his side at least, but he knew he shouldn’t -couldn’t- let himself fall again. A heart can take so much after all. Being able to give only half a heart to someone who deserved the universe should be considered a crime and he didn’t want to be proven guilty.
Do you like it with sugar and cream? “Iwaizumi-san!” There she was. Classes had come to a conclusion for the day and the students were free to enjoy there club activities. “Wait up, we can walk together!” He smiled at her, one of those rare genuine smiles of his. Falling in love was a hard thing to distinguish. You often confused it with pure attraction. Hajime knew when he was falling in love though and he cursed himself for not backing away from her before it had happened. For some time Hajime had hopped her to be his soulmate. Her hair matched the strand behind his ear but try as he might he hadn’t seen his own chestnut hair mixed with hers. It was disheartening. He was used to it though. Listening to her rambling about their math professor was good enough for him. Getting his heart broken again wasn’t worth it.
Yeah lately it’s been hard. the Inter-high tournament had started and they had done an amazing start. They would be soon facing Shiratorizawa, the school who has beat them at every game. And now? This is the time they decided to dye their hair? It must have been highlights because it was just the tip of the strand that had changed. A pale blue, almost the same color as his jersey. This was really bad timing. When and if he found them he swore that he would scold them for this. Even though they couldn’t have known. He found it funny to be exact. Entering the gym with his teammates, they were met with full bleachers. People from both schools were shouting their respective chants while others held up signs to bring motivation to the teams. He hadn’t seen her yet, Oikawa said she texted him saying she was running a little late. Of course she would text him. They were finishing their warm up when he spotted her. Actually Matsukawa spotted her first. “Wow she went all out on the support.” All of them looked were Matsu was staring and they saw her. She had a bounce in her step, her jacket open to reveal the volleyball team’s t-shirt and her hair, oh god her hair. The turquoise highlights matched the team’s colors and brought out the ‘Aoba Johsai’ on her back. “Hey guys sorry I’m late!” Iwa reached for the strand behind his ear as he looked at her tips. To his dismay Oikawa was watching him closely and let out an audible gasp as he averted his gaze from her highlights to the strand between his best friend’s fingers. “You are.. She is.. IWA-CHAN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” He snapped at that elbowing Oikawa in the stomach. “I DIDN’T KNOW SHITTYKAWA!” He hadn’t looked at her. No, he didn’t want to look at her. To see the disappointment in her as when she finally realized that the one for her was him. To see as she realized that she wouldn’t be getting someone like Oikawa or even Oikawa himself. A hand came to rest on his shoulder turning him around as another one came and grasped the strand behind his ear. “Iwaizumi-san…” There it was, the hesitation. You’re a great guy but. It’s not that I don’t like you but. I’m sorry Iwaizumi but. He was waiting for the words to be outered, for his heart to break once again this time from his own soulmate. They never came though. She flung herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. “How I hoped it was you.”
But I only got half a heart to give to you
And I hope it's enough.
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Thinblood Mechanic Update 1: Homebrew Flaws
reposted from the RP sideblog
Tampa by Night is both a fun time to hang out with a couple of thinblood loving friends, but it also is to test out some concepts and fully fleshed out mechanics for homebrew thinblood content. We love these funky little Gehenna portents so much and we know it will either be a long while (or never) when new content for these alchemists arrive. (Yes the ashfinders in cotbg are accounted for).
So, I wanted to update you all with our findings and what new things we are playing with.
We built our three characters with the normal neonate 15 bonus experience at character creation. We each took at least 1 by the book thinblood merit or flaw- and at least 1 homebrewed thinblood merit or flaw.
Our selected Homebrew Flaws were originally written as follows:
1. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Harbinger- supernatural flaw "Bad stuff just seems to happen to you at the worst possible moment. Maybe you were unlucky in life, and unfortunately, it followed you in death. Whenever you roll a 1 on your hunger dice, it removes a success on the check. This renders you far more likely to bestially fail.”
2. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Deficiency- feeding flaw. "You have to eat food in order to lower your hunger. Your body requires necessary supplements that the blood alone cannot provide. You have to endure the pain of keeping food down if you do not possess the Eat food merit, the life-like merit, or high humanity (8+). If you do not consume food or supplements every night, you cannot lower your hunger below 2.”
3. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Hemophilia- lifelike flaw. You must take the Lifelike merit to take this flaw. You cannot will the blood to clot, it just bleeds and bleeds. Whenever you take damage from slashing and piercing weapons or environmental factors, you automatically suffer an Impairment, a -2 penalty to all rolls until you can properly cover the wound and help it clot. Any Vampire nearby at Hunger 4 must make a Hunger Frenzy test.
Right off the bat, we misread our own rules with Harbinger. We were subtracting successes whenever Damien rolled 1s rather than just on his hunger dice. The poor guy could not catch a break. Once we addressed this, we realized there is an accountability issue. Since we are using digital dice, it is easy to overlook subtracting 1s from the Hunger dice alone. Some dice rollers dont show the rolls, just count successes and failures and criticals. We believe that this flaw is actually fairly well balanced in comparison to some of the books, it just requires the player to be vigilant, just as they would be for vitae dependency or mortal frailty. Originally, the Harbinger flaw was a 3 dice pool given to the storyteller to use once per session to reduce the harbinger's successes. This didn't foster a dread inducing dynamic of when is harbinger going to kick in. Instead, it fostered a much more "you versus the dm" culture. While the storyteller has a lot of power, this is not a healthy dynamic to push- especially in a game of personal horror. So instead, we changed it to a static all 1s on hunger subtract successes. This way your character actively struggles against their even worse luck and probably more active beast- and can offset it with risky blood surges and willpower rerolls.
It took longer to recognize how Deficiency is much more lax in comparison to the by the book flaws. While it is continuously funny to watch Tommy sneaking microwavable burritos into their mouth when the Camarilla court isn't looking- if caught it's more played off as "well that's odd" not "wait a moment--thinblood!!" In a modern setting where there's something to eat at every gas station, convenience store dumpster, or neighbor's refrigerator- there's never an issue of getting food. Additionally, we never set how you must endure the pain of consuming food. So we started implementing that you must rouse the blood to use blush of life to activate your digestive system. This is fairly effective- so far. As written in v5, thinbloods always look as if they have blush of life active. However that does not mean they purposefully have it turned on. Another option is making the character roll Stamina or Resolve checks to hold the food down. This feels less optimal as the two dot Eat Food merit would get rid of these checks.
Tommy’s player has suggested that failing to eat food deals superficial damage to your hunger tracker. Reaching hunger 5 in superficial damage means you aren’t in torpor, but are rolling 5 hunger dice- or more. Upon consuming food, you clear a single box (1 scene spent consuming food = 1 box). Every time you eat, you need to rouse the blood, which may further raise your hunger. With higher hunger, you increase your chance of messy criticals and suffering compulsions. Ey also floated the idea of having any superficial hunger renders you unable to use voluntary rouse checks- such as supernatural healing, blood surges, or using disciplines. Our goal is to test the superficial hunger track first- and see how the thinbloods react to rolling a lot more hunger dice. If it feels too lax even then, we will test further punishing factors- but may need to go back to the drawing board completely.
Hemophilia has yet to showcase how dangerous it can be. I play as Hazel with this flaw, and am overly cautious about how close I get her in fights- because I wrote the flaw, I know how bad that -2 impair is. We recognize that this flaw should be coming into play much more frequently, as Hazel utilizes the calcinato method to brew her alchemy and must have her vessels drink her vitae for it to work. This requires the vitae to come directly from her, requiring a cut or open wound to pour it into the mouths of her vessels. There are a few thoughts to this flaw. Firstly, it does not feel necessary to restrict this flaw with the lifelike merit. The flavor text on how vitae, thinned vitae, and regular blood look and taste varies from table to table and storyteller to storyteller. Originally, we wanted to showcase the negative aspects of having lifelike- such as feeling cold, sweating, and never unlearning the need to breathe. But these feel more like flavor text than actual debilitating flaws to a thinblood- and maybe an astute vampiric eye would pick up on these behaviors. Secondly, the player is allowed to supernaturally heal the wound closed despite the wording on the flaw. We will have to specify if it is superficial or aggravated damage when a wound is self inflicted, such as when Hazel opens her vein for her alchemy. By the book, thinbloods take aggravated damage from almost anything except sunlight without the Vampiric Resilience merit. To heal aggravated damage, it is three rouse checks on the next night to heal 1 box. This can be potentially debilitating for a character without an easy supply of food. Additionally, in combat, it takes a full round or more to heal. Thinbloods are already at extreme disadvantages in combat without proper planning, this would exacerbate it. However that is the point of the flaw- you don’t want to bleed. We will have to keep exploring to see how limiting this is when in full effect. Which means I gotta get Hazel in a knife fight.
The other thing we noticed is that a lot of the by the book flaws tend to not have mechanical disadvantages. They are narrative disadvantages that can have mechanical effects. Some sessions we do not roll any dice other than a nightly rouse check to awake. Some sessions have us rolling checks for every other action. Ultimately, as we explore and finalize these flaws, we aim to craft them that they are less reliant on the dice. However, that might mean we have to completely rewrite them. This is not too big of a concern, as some of the by the book flaws give static mechanical penalties, such as Bestial Temper (frenzy like a full-blooded vampire), Clan Curse (retain your sire’s clan curse), or Dead Flesh (-1 to all applicable social tests). There are some other flaws we have written that fit this mold a little better, such as Tagged and Tracked, and Blacklisted.
Tagged and Tracked: You have been captured by F1rstlight. Operatives are not only aware of your existence, but actively keeping an eye on you. The character may or may not know about their surveillance. They may also be aiding the agents that claim them. Regardless, if other thin-bloods (or kindred) find out what you are, at best you will be blacklisted. More likely, you will be killed.
Blacklisted: Even your fellow mercurians keep their distance from you- at least the ones in the know do. Whether you have been deemed dangerous in their small circles, crossed a leader, betrayed them in some way, or have been set up- you are a scapegoat among the scapegoats.
So, here are some rewrites to our Homebrew flaws we selected:
1. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Harbinger- supernatural flaw "Bad stuff just seems to happen to you at the worst possible moment. Maybe you were unlucky in life, and unfortunately, it followed you in death. Whenever you roll a 1 on your hunger dice, it removes a success on the check. This renders you far more likely to bestially fail.”
2. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Deficiency- feeding flaw. "You have to eat food in order to lower your hunger. Your body requires necessary supplements that the blood alone cannot provide. For every night you fail to consume food, increase your hunger superficially by 1. This superficial damage is not alleviated by daysleep. For every superficial slash through your hunger, you must spend a scene consuming food. In order to properly digest it, you must use blush of life or possess a relevant merit. If the thinblood reaches Hunger 5 with superficial hunger- they do not go into torpor or frenzy.”
3. Thinblood Homebrew Flaw: Hemophilia- kept the same You must take the Lifelike merit to take this flaw. You cannot will the blood to clot, it just bleeds and bleeds. Whenever you take damage from slashing and piercing weapons or environmental factors, you automatically suffer an Impairment, a -2 penalty to all rolls until you can properly cover the wound and help it clot. Any Vampire nearby at Hunger 4 must make a Hunger Frenzy test.
Next up is our Homebrew Alchemy. Some of us spent experience to take new alchemical powers, and im certain we will see how quickly they break everything including the masquerade. Tommy has taken steps towards Hermetic Alchemy, which brings old Alchemical Thaumaturgy into V5, Hazel has taken upgrades to her far reach and eventually will take recipes for Thermotics- melting things! Thanks for reading! Can’t wait to tell you all about our findings next time!
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So from a fic I’ll never write…. Inspired by the above song which has been stuck in my head for daaaaaays.
From: untitled snippet fic I’ll prolly never write
Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda
Pairings: Scott’s with Gil…. But the focus is MReyder.
Warnings: Scott has misread things. Jealousy. Are things unrequited? *whistles innocently* Reyes thinks Scott should dump Gil. Reyes is not nice about Gil. I can’t decide if Reyes looks like Danny pino or Jay Hernandez (damnit @radio-chatter i’m starting to picture Reyes as Jay now too…) using a Danny gif because i can’t find an appropriate Jay one.
Other tags: first rough draft. Snippet. Post game.
Reyes slammed his glass down on the wet bar, scowling and hunching his shoulders as he turned away to present his back to Scott who was sitting on the couch in the back room of Tartarus. “What do you want me to say Scott?” He almost growled.
Scott looked at him dumbly, aware that Reyes was actually upset. He hadn’t expected this reaction. They were friends. Just friends. Close friends. Reyes was the person outside of his crew and Gil that he could talk to about anything. They had the unspoken rule that whatever they told each other in confidence wasn’t used against the other or to get ahead.
He thought Reyes would agree with him that Gil’s jealousy was unwarranted. “I thought…I thought you’d tell me that Gil was seeing things that weren’t there. That he was being ridiculous.”
Reyes chuckle was bitter. Scott had never heard a sound like that coming from Reyes.
When Reyes turned to face him, his eyes seemed to burn into Scott they were so intense and a shiver went down his spine and his skin broke out in goosebumps. Reyes’ grip on the bartop was anchoring otherwise Scott was convinced he’d be stalking towards him. “You want me to say that I don’t… that I don’t want you.”
“I thought…. I thought that’s what you’d say,” Scott’s voice trailed off as his brain processed… Did he? Did he want Reyes to say…he’d said want. “I want…”
“What do you want Scott?” The question was quiet in the silence of the room. “Do you want me to say that I don’t want you? That I haven’t wanted you since I first laid eyes on you? That I don’t want to tell that whiney bastard to fuck off because he’s not good enough for you? That you deserve someone who can match you? That doesn’t use you as a way of getting status? What do you want me to say, Scott?”
“Reyes… I…” It occurred to Scott that he might have completely missed something. “Gil’s… he’s not…”
“He uses you. I know he, as he told me, got there first and I was trying to respect your relationship with him but if,” Reyes took a step towards Scott, whole body leaning forward and eyes fastened on his. So intently focused on Scott. “If you want me to say I don’t want you I don’t think I can do that.”
“You want me?”
There was this high pitched ringing noise that was all he could hear.
He’d always known that Reyes was out of his league. Sophisticated. Smart. One of the hottest men he’d ever laid eyes in two galaxies. The only reason Reyes had even given him the time of day when they’d first met had been because he was the Pathfinder…. Right?
#Assemble reyes vidal stans#Reyes Vidal problems#mreyder#not Gil friendly#Mea#Post game#mass effect andromeda#first draft#from fics i may never write#scott ryder#somehow missed how much Reyes wants him#growly reyes
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