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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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If this request makes you uncomfortable or isn’t something you want to write, I apologize and please ignore my request!

Heyy! I was wondering if I could request a satoru x reader x Suguru smut? With like, some bdsm mixed in yk. Tying reader up, satoru is a tease, and likes to make her squirm and ask questions he know she can’t answer because Suguru is fucking her throat. But Suguru is mean. Mean and tougher than satoru. He tells satoru to stop being so gentle with you, that not only do you deserve rough treatment but you like it. And satoru listens to him, of course. I just want them to run through me like a train😞

Also same mean geto anon (again lol) I’m gonna just sign off w an emoji now :3 -🍭

Hi Anon!

This isn't my cup of tea, it's my FUCKING jam!!

Summary: Gojo and Geto had been on a two-week-long mission, which hadn't gone as smoothly as Suguru wanted. He was pent-up and frustrated. So, of course, Gojo called you to warn you it might not be a good idea to come over. You, of course, did not heed his warning. The second you get home, you realize that you were screwed.

Word Count: 3,706

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, oral sex, so much sex, degradation, teasing, the smuttiest of smut

A/N: Good God, Satoru x Reader x Suguru is my weakness!! I put my whole heart into this. Geto Suguru, teacher AU, is my kryptonite!

Part Two

She Likes it Like That

“Y/N babe,” Gojo said in a hushed whisper, “you probably shouldn't come home tonight.”

You cocked an eyebrow, looking away from the first year's training. “I'm sorry, did you just tell me not to come home. . .to our apartment?” The world ‘our’ came out like acid.

Gojo sighed overdramatically. “Don't say it like that. I'm trying to save you! Suguru is in such a bad mood.” You listened to him walking around. “I sighed out loud when I noticed the last of my mochi was gone. Fuck you for that, by the way, and do you know what he said to me?” You pinched at the bridge of your nose, waiting for the rant to continue. “He told me to shut the fuck up! For sighing!”

“What did you do to piss him off? Oh, and just an FYI, I bought you more mochi, asshole.”

“Oh—” silence, “thank you-I’m sorry, please don't return it.”

“Satoru! Forget about the mochi. What happened to Sugu?”

The mission your partners were sent on did not go as planned. Their hotel had flooded; it was not like they had time to consider sleeping. The higher-ups sent them to an abandoned mountainside village full of cursed spirits. Poor Suguru had to swallow dozens for nearly two weeks. Gojo had enough; he couldn't stand the pained expression on his face as he gagged the last spirit down. So he decided to Hollow-Purpled the entire village.

The second they got back, the higher-ups scolded the hell out of them. Chastising them, complaining that they didn't do a good enough job. After all their hard work, the time they spent away from home, from you. Those bastards dared to complain about their hard work. It sent Suguru into a terrible mood, one that was bound to end with either a fight or someone getting fucked into the mattress.

One thing about Suguru was that when he was pissy, things felt out of his control. He needed to take control back. Which meant he wanted to have sex. He would be rough, really rough, tying either you or Satoru up, not letting you go until he had calmed down. Or if one of you was fucked too stupid to continue, his eyes focused on the other that wasn't tied up.

“So please, just stay with Ieiri tonight. I'm going to lock myself in my room. Last time he was this pissed off, the both of us were so sore we couldn't move.”

“Ugh, fuckin’ whatever.” This whole situation wasn't fair. You hated how your boyfriends were mistreated.

“Yeah, just stay the—oh, hi Suguru.” There was a shuffling in the background. “No, I wasn't talking shit.” Satoru nervously laughed. “Look, Sugu—no, put down the rope—”

“Toru?” Panic for your boyfriend sank into your stomach.

“Hey! Wait a second—Sugu—”

Before any other indication of what was happening came through the receiver, the other line cut off. So you quickly yelled to the students you had to leave and took off. By the time you made it, you were breathless from running and realized that in your panic, you left your keys at work.

You picked up the spare key hidden under the doormat. Just as you were about to unlock the door, it flew open. You slowly blinked, looking up at a very irritated Suguru. The man radiated gloom and tension. He was in his sweatpants, and his hair was tied in a messy bun, and, dear God, he looked pent up.

“Why the fuck are you using the spare key?”

“I-I uh—”

“Ooooh~ there she is~!” a hand gently rested against Suguru’s shoulder as Satoru peered down at you from behind your dark-haired boyfriend. “There's our girl!”

It only took a moment to see that Satoru mirrored Suguru’s frustration and anger. Oh fuck. The key fell from your hand as you took a step back. Suguru was demanding and rough when he was pent up. Satoru, on the other hand, was a tease. He liked pushing you, making you cry. Both of them being in a pissy mood simultaneously, this was a nightmare for you.

“Y-You, I thought you were in trouble!”

“Oh yeah, no.” Suguru’s soured face slowly twisted into a smirk as Satoru licked his lip. “But you~?” Suguru’s hand darted out, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, preventing you from moving further back. “You're royally fucked.” Before you even had a chance to respond, Suguru and Satoru grabbed you, yanking you inside.

“Awe~” Satoru hummed as he trailed his kiss up the bare thighs he lay between. “Look at you~ trying to clamp your thighs shut.” Gojo’s fingers were buried deep inside of you. Finger fucking you to the edge of yet another orgasm he would deny. “But you can't, can you~? Suguru’s got you all tied to the bed, spread out for us to use you.” A muffled moan escaped you. “Huh? What was that princess? You gotta use your big girl words.” Satoru tilted his head, cupping his free hand around the back of his ear. “Oooh! That's right, you can't talk when getting your throat fucked.”

You gagged as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat. He was quiet, his eyes shut in concentration. He looked so fucking hot, so focused on the feeling of your mouth. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pulled in and out of your mouth, grunting softly as you hollowed your cheeks. But the more Satoru spoke, the more Suguru knitted his eyebrows.

“I bet you want me to stuff your pussy, too, don't you~? You want to be spit-roasted between your two boyfriends?” Your pussy twitched at his words. “Oooh~!! Your cunt just twitched. Is that what our sweet girl wants—”

“Satoru,” Suguru snarled, “shut the fuck up.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Y/N likes it when I tease her.”

Suguru tsked, pulling his thick cock out of your mouth. You gasped and coughed, spit and precum coating your chin. Between your pants and the gasps for air, Suguru went to what you thought would be a head pat. Instead, his fingers tangled in your air with a hard yank, pulling you up to look down at Satoru. His face was flushed, cerulean eyes wide as he looked between his two partners.

“Look at the fucking slutty face she's making.” The grip on your hair tightened. “You think she looks like this because of your pitiful teasing?” A shaky moan escaped you as he tightened his grip harder. “No, she looks like this because this little slut likes it rough.”

Fuck, you wanted more, to run your hands over Suguru’s arms, to grip his cock, urging him to keep fucking your throat. You were desperate to trap Satoru's head firmly between your thighs, forcing him to kiss and lick your clit. Instead, you weakly tugged at the purple restraints tied to both your wrists and ankles. Suguru had set up the rigging underneath the mattress, making it impossible for you to move. Meaning if you wanted his cock back in your mouth or Satoru’s tongue inside of you, you had to wait for them.

What made it more frustrating was the fact that you were completely bare. Not allowing you to hide the way your body reacted to Suguru’s dirty words. He was telling the truth. And the truth was behind your body's reactions. Gojo could see it in the way your tight entrance clenched around his fingers. He could feel your pussy drip around him, your wetness running down his knuckles. Suguru was right; you did like it; no, like wasn't the right word.

You fucking loved it.

Suguru could see the wheels turning in Satoru’s head as his eyes glittered with lust and excitement. “Satoru~ do you finally see it?~” The way Suguru purred his name had Satoru’s cock throbbing. “You see why she came home, even though she knew she’d get fucked?”

“Yeah, yeah, she's a fucking slut.”

“Yeah, she is.” A sharp tug on your head made you yelp. Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You want it rough? Want me to fuck your throat so hard you cry, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

Gripping his cock at the base, Suguru slapped his thick meat against your cheek. “That's a good girl. Now open up.” slowly, you opened your mouth to him. Watching your tongue slip out had his tip angry, throbbing red. “Now,” he smeared the beading precum over your bottom lip, “say ah~.”

“Ahh~” The second that sound left your pretty mouth Suguru shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes stung as tears filled your eyes.

Satoru’s fingers had stopped their slow movements inside of you. His mouth was dry as he gulped. Suguru had been rough before, but this was a whole new level. His thick fingers wrapped around your Y/H/C hair, holding your head in place. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his ass clenching with the force of each thrust. Blue eyes slowly trailed over to your face. Your eyes were red, big tears slowly down your cheeks, and your throat was fucked. Satoru swore he could see Suguru’s tip bulging in your slender neck.

This was fucking hot. Suguru’s bare back glittered in the low light of the bedroom, a sheen of sweat beaded over his toned muscles. It was like watching a god fuck a mortal Suguru radiated a dominating power as he watched their girlfriend choke and gag on his cock. Satoru’s cock was so hard it fucking hurt. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft, jerking it slowly as he leaned down, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs.

The gentle kisses had you sighing contently around Suguru’s cock. Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sighed as he watched Satoru. His pink tongue was stuck out, gently teasing your damp folds. The sensation had you sighing around his dick, and that was not what he needed right this fucking second. Suguru wanted more; he needed it to relieve the tension in his shoulder. But that relief, the release he needed, wouldn’t happen, with Satoru teasing you like he loved to do.

“Satoru,” Suguru's voice was rough, “I just told you Y/N likes it rough.”

“Uh-huh~” Satoru’s voice was muffled as his face buried in your pussy, making you whine around the cock buried in your mouth.

“You’re not being rough enough.” Satoru pulled back, making you whine in protest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to come down here and eat Y/N’s pussy while I get my dick sucked?”

“No.” The cocky smile that was beginning to form on Satoru’s face was suddenly gone as Suguru reached his free hand down, wrapping his fingers in soft white hair. “I want you to fucking eat her cunt out like you fucking hate her.” Your eyes rolled back as Satoru was slammed back down into your pussy. The moan that left his mouth vibrated just right against our clit, making you cry out. “Ah~ fuck yes.” Your cries vibrated around Suguru’s cock, just the way he wanted. “That’s it, Satoru, keep it up.”

“Mmmmph.” Finally, having a picture of how Suguru wanted him to act, Satoru found himself motivated. Again, it might be because his boyfriend was tugging and pulling at his sensitive hairline. Yeah, that was motivating him. Fuck you like he hated you, he could do that. He was just as pent-up as Suguru was.

Fingers slammed inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your tight hole with a force and speed that had you crying out in pleasure. Your moans felt so fucking good, and the more you opened your mouth to cry, the deeper Suguru fucked your throat. He hit the back over and over again, his hand pressing firmly against Satoru’s head, pushing him harder against your clit. The two of you moaned while your mouths were being used; the sounds of whimpers, squelches, and gagging were like a symphony to Suguru’s ears.

Out of all the ways for him to relieve his stress, this was by far his favorite.

“Hah—fuck keep that up, Satoru, bring her right to the edge, then stop. I want her cumming with both of us inside of her. Fucking her so rough she has to call out of work tomorrow and Friday.” The thought of that had you pulling on your restraints. “Oooh oh, you like that? You like knowing the two of us will make sure you can’t walk or talk tomorrow?” Your muffled moans were quickly molded into gags as Suguru roughly fucked your face. “Yeah, you fucking do, you nasty little slut.”

Your mind was spinning as you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. The room was so hot and reeked of sex. It was all you could do not to allow yourself to cum right then and there. Satoru could feel it, the way your little swollen clit throbbed against his tongue, how your walls clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to send you over the edge. He was close to following you as he fucked his hips helplessly into the mattress, wishing it was your wet pussy instead.

One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? You had been so good to them, allowing the duo to drag you into the house, strip you in the entryway, and tie you to the bed. Plus, on top of all that, they had left you alone for two weeks. You had to rely on that stupid vibrator Suguru insisted on allowing you to keep. That stupid toy was nothing compared to his tongue. Which was probably why he was bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm in under three minutes.

Yeah, he was going to let you cum.

Curling his fingers up into your g-spot, Satoru fucked you as fast as his wrist would allow. Suguru instantly knew what was happening. From the way your eyes shut to how loud you were moaning around him, you were seconds away from cumming. If he was in a better mood, he might have allowed it to happen. Unfortunately, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Stop.” Suguru scolded, pulling Satoru away from your dripping sex.

Both you and Satoru made disapproving groans as your orgasm slowly faded out of sight. “Doesn’t she deserve a treat? She’s been so good!” Satoru whined, licking your juices off his lips.

“I agree. Y/N does deserve a reward. But you need to give it to her in the roughest way that you can.” Suguru pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. “Look at it this way. We get to blow off the steam while we make up for making her play with herself for two weeks.”

“Huh?” Those words struck a different chord in Satoru, and his cock twitched.

“Y/N, sweetheart, how often would you say you played with yourself when we were gone.”

You swallowed at the air greedily. “I don’t know, seven, maybe eight times.” Both your boyfriends shuddered, hearing the hoarseness of your voice.

“And out of all of those times, did you cum as hard as you do with us.”

“Not at all. They were all baby orgasms.”

Suguru shut his eyes, nodding his head. “See, Satoru, not only does our little slut like us rough and demanding, but we have to make up for those eight little orgasms.” When the dark-haired man looked back at Satoru, he saw a flash of white before your scream of shock and please bounced off the walls.

Suguru’s eyes were slightly wide as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes had just witnessed. What he saw was Satoru balls deep inside of you. His thrusts were sloppy and needy, and fuck you looked as stunned as Suguru. One second you had been empty, pussy craving a cock deep inside of it from the denied orgasm. In the blink of an eye, Satoru was fucking into you more brutal than he’d ever fucked you before.

“I fucking told you, that toy was nothing compared to us.” Satoru snarled against the crook of your neck, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin. “Fucking stupid toy, not pleasing my girl.”

“Oh my—fuck, holy fuck!” You cried out, mouth wide open. Giving Suguru the perfect opportunity to get back to fucking your throat. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum had your mouth watering. He returned to the brutal pace he was in several minutes again.

“She needs that Satoru. What if we get sent on another long mission? She’s just supposed to suffer?” The thought of that had Suguru tilting his head, bangs falling in front of his eye. “You know what, I think you might be on to something. If we take her toy away, then we’d have to fuck her even harder the next time we get home.”

Satoru’s teeth sank harder into your neck as the tip of his cock slammed almost too hard into your cervix, making you scream around Suguru. “Exactly. Let me use reversal red on it, Y/N, please, baby.” You started to shake your head in a desperate plea to let you keep it. But Suguru’s cock in your throat made it impossible to do so. “What was that? Oh, right, you have your mouth full.” His lips moved against your pulse as his fingers dug into your hips. “Guess we’ll just have to say the way your clamping down on my cock is a yes in our book.” Your eyes darted up to Suguru, who had bought you the toy, for help.

“Mhmm fuck, yeah, I’m pretty sure she just hummed an ‘uh-huh’ around my cock.”

You wanted to argue, to fight against this rash decision, but you felt so good it was almost impossible to care. You were screaming around Suguru’s cock. Tears streaming down your face, leaving behind trails of mascara. They were both being so mean and rough. God, it was so fucking good. Who cared about a clit sucker when your throat and pussy were being fucked into next week.

“She’s close.” Satoru cried out, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh fuck she’s hugging my cock so tight I’m going to explode Suguru.”

With blurry eyes, you glanced up at Suguru. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shut tight. “I know, oh fuck I know, I’m so close, Satoru, don’t fuckin’ stop, make her cum, make her cum so hard.” Both his hands grabbed your face fucking your throat roughly as Satoru cried out, his hand pressing roughly on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

That was all that you needed. You cried out, squirting all over Satoru’s crotch, abdomen, and the mattress. Your orgasm set a domino effect between your boyfriends. Suguru followed behind you, his body hunched over you, his hands gently squeezing your head as he filled your mouth full of his thick cum. You weakly tried swallowing all of it, but that was somewhat difficult as Satoru extended your orgasm.

His thumb continues to rub your clit until his face scrunch up, mouth open in a feral growl. Satoru's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He fucked all three of you harder, closer to oblivion. The headboard slamming against the wall as the restraint dug into your wrists was the only thing grounding you to remain on Earth. Satoru didn’t let up on the rough thrusts until he felt his cum dripping around his cock onto the bed.

The throbbing pain in the back of your throat, deep inside of your pussy was all the confirmation you needed that your boyfriends had fulfilled their promise. Never in your life had you been fucked so roughly. But it was a pain that you warmly welcomed.

After coming down, Suguru was the first to move gently. The rough hands that had been holding you in a vice gently held you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. “Lay down.” His gruff, gentle voice whispered as he helped rest you against a pillow.

“Oh fuck—“ Satoru lifted his head off your shoulder, “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.” He was so slow, pulling out of you, grimacing as you cried out. “Sorry, fuck I’m sorry, baby.”

You shut your eyes, listening to Satoru getting out of bed. You could hear water running in the bathroom as gentle fingers began undoing your restraints. “You did such a good job, Y/N,” Suguru whispered. “Such a good girl for us.” His praise had you humming happily as he made quick work of the rest of the ropes.

“Suguru, let’s order in, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

The next half hour was a blur of warm happiness. Satoru helped wash your body in a bubble bath before Suguru joined you, kneeling next to the tub, lovingly stroking your face and hair. After you were cleaned up, your hair brushed, and pajamas on. You crawled into your bed with fresh sheets and relaxed. Satoru and Suguru fluffed your pillows and brought you a cup of tea for your raw throat. When your dinner arrived, the three of you sat in bed together to eat as a B-grade horror movie played on the television.

After eating, Satoru left to throw out the take-out containers. “Mmm, thank you for letting us do all that,” Suguru said as he crawled into bed after his shower. “That mission, it was rough.”

“I’m always happy to help.” Your voice cracked, making Suguru frown. “Stop frowning,” you flicked his forehead. “I like it rough.”

The bed dipped, and Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist. “Y/N can handle it. She is dating the two strongest, after all.” Both you and Suguru scoffed, relaxing in the growing silence. “Oh, by the way, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You yawned, snuggling into Suguru’s chest as he turned the bedside lamp off.

“Did you bring home my mochi?”

In the dark of the room, you heard a thump and Satoru’s whine before Suguru pulled the three of you closer to him. “Satoru shut the fuck up about the mochi.”

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fangirlandtheories · 9 months

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Do you remember when we used to sing?

Eddie is away on tour while Steve is taking care of their daughter a few hours away. Too bad she can't fall asleep without her special bedtime song...

Steve’s brows pinched together as the cries grew in pitch and volume, almost drowning out the familiar click of ‘Hey it’s Eddie, call me back or don’t, I’m not your mother.’ from the speaker of his phone.

He had shifted from frustrated to desperate as he glanced over at their daughter, red faced and snot nosed. Bedtime was a solid hour past due and didn’t seem to be looming any closer.

“It’s okay, sweets, we’ll call him again.” Steve soothed as he ran a hand down the toddler’s back.

“Daddy!!!” She screamed again, choking with the effort of her sobs, as she squeezed her eyes shut. It had been love at first sight for Eddie and Steve when they had met Rayne’s mother. She was young, just turning 20 in the fall, with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was looking for someone who wanted a baby that couldn’t naturally have their own and the agent connected the dots for them. After several months, little Rayne was theirs.

“I know,” Steve muttered as he pulled up Eddie’s contact again. Eddie had taken a break from touring after the adoption of their daughter but had recently started back up. It started off pretty well, the excitement of getting to have a Dad weekend with Steve pulling her through, but now the newness was gone and all little Rayne Munson-Harrington wanted was Eddie.

Eddie usually found weekend gigs but had found a week long slot in a club in St. Louis that promised great publicity and even better payment, so Corroded Coffin hit the road and Steve held down the fort with some help from Robin and Wayne. They were obligated to babysit, she was named after both of them afterall, and he was grateful because work had been taxing enough without adding a feisty 4 year old to the mix.

A flu bug was sweeping it’s way through Hawkin’s Elementary and it spared no casualties in Steve’s kindergarten classroom. He spent the day trying to keep the class from putting things in their mouths and making sure everyone washed their hands, sending a child or two home after seeing the greenish pale tints of nausea pass over their faces. He knew that he’d have to deal with kids puke at some point, especially as a parent, but he’d like to avoid it at all costs.

“Pick up your phone you ass.” He hissed through clenched teeth, rocking the inconsolable girl in his arms as he dialed again.

***

Eddie first felt the familiar jolt of vibration in his back pocket just after the first chorus. The second time was just a few verses later. He smiled into the microphone as he continued to sing, ignoring his phone. The third time was in the bridge of the song, a particularly terrible time to take a call as Eddie’s hands were preoccupied with his guitar. The fourth time happened in the final notes of the song. The fifth during the applause. Eddie frowned as he pulled the device from his pocket, ignoring a glare from Jeff.

“Hey guys, you won’t believe this but my husband is facetiming me right now. This is like the fifth time he’s called so I’m going to answer, everybody be quiet and let’s see how long it takes him to remember that we had a later show tonight.” Eddie laughed as the audience silenced quickly. Steve’s irritated yet grateful face popped up on the screen seconds later.

“Hey love…” He crooned with a cheeky smirk.

“Your daughter is very upset with you.” Steve ignored the affectionate nickname.

“Why is she my daughter whenever she’s mad?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Is she alright?”

“She’s been screaming since 8:30 Eds.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and blew out an exasperated sigh. “She’s refusing to sleep until you do it, that’s why I’ve been calling.”

“Steve I’m um…” Eddie glanced nervously at the audience in front of him. “Kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah I wanted to be relaxing right now too but our kid needs her dad and since he’s five hours away the very least he could do is sing her the damn song so that we all can get some rest.” Steve squinted at him. “You’re being weirder than usual. Are the guys there with you?”

“Yeah the guys are definitely with me.” Eddie ignored Gareth’s snicker. “Can I call you-”

“Edward, so help me God, sing the song so that she can go to sleep.” Steve interrupted. “Look at her.” Steve turned the camera to the distraught little girl and Eddie’s heart clenched.

“Hi angel, I hear you’re a little sad.” He frowned in solidarity with her as her lip stuck out. “No, don't cry, it’s okay Ray Ray.” She howled louder, tears popping from her wet lashes. He winced as he lip quivered, his resolve wearing down to nothing. He glanced over at Gareth, leaning over to whisper to him before looking back to his phone.

“Alright fine, let’s sing it, yeah?” Eddie placated. “You’re breaking my heart Bambi.” The wide eyes and long lashes practically gifted the nickname to her. He glanced back at Gareth who gave him a thumbs up before looking at the audience. “Daddy’s band is going to help him sing it, is that okay?” Rayne whimpered as she nodded, snuggled into Steve’s arms as he held the phone in front of her.

“Wait, are you on stage right now?” Steve leaned forward. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to interrupt the performance.”

“You couldn’t interrupt if you tried.” Eddie smiled. “Isn’t that right?” Steve could hear cheers from the audience. “We love our rock and roll family here and we honor our traditions, most of all the bedtime song. Ready boys? Sing along if you know it, our most honored guest is in the audience tonight and would love to hear you guys.”

With that, Jeff played the opening notes on the guitar while Gareth tapped out the beat with the rarely used tambourine. The bass thumped along to Eddie’s singing, and though it admittedly wasn’t their usual style, the band loved Rayne like she was their niece and they would play anything to make her happy.

“-In the misty morning fog with our hearts a-thumping” Eddie held the microphone in one hand and the phone in the other, beaming at the smile on Steve’s face. “And you, my brown eyed girl.” Rayne giggled and clapped, tears still on her cheeks but sadness having finally passed.

***

Hours and miles away, Steve smiled as he shut the door to his daughter's bedroom, the nightlight softly glowing, as he hummed the song to himself. Tomorrow there would be a series of tweets about Eddie going soft and videos flying all around the internet, but for now, and for the first time that evening, the Munson-Harrington home was quiet.

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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Memories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen! Reader

Part: 1/2

Category: angst

Summary: After months of sneaking around with your brothers biggest rival, Charles, you to end your relationship in order to protect both yourself and him from the medias praying eyes.

Right person, wrong situation. Loosely based on Conan Gray’s song: Memories. and Illicit affairs by Taylor Swift.

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“Charles stop, we can't do this anymore.” You said as you felt the brunette slip his arms around your waist and kiss your neck gently. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why not Y/N?” He whined into your neck.

“Charles I’m serious, stop. What if Max finds out?” You asked as you untangle yourself from his embrace.

“I don’t care.” Charles said defiantly, stepping back a bit.

"Well, I do. Max is my brother, and if he finds out about us, it'll ruin everything," you declared, stepping away and plopping down on the couch in his driver's room and in your mind all you could think of was all of the time you’d spent with Charles on that very same couch. How he’d kissed you and told you you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

You had met Charles through Max, your older brother and fellow F1 driver. The two of them were fierce rivals on the track. And you knew that if Max ever found out about your secret relationship with Charles, it would not only strain their relationship but also create chaos in the F1 media.

Last season, when you started attending more races and spending time with Max's team, you and Charles had found yourselves drawn to each other. It was effortless, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. You had tried to resist the temptation, knowing the potential consequences, but love has a way of breaking down walls.

The months that followed were filled with stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and stolen kisses. Every moment with Charles felt like a dream, and you knew that what you shared was special and rare. Everything was perfect. He was perfect, he still is but the fear of Max's reaction and the media scrutiny always lurked in the back of your mind.

You both had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, knowing that the repercussions of being discovered would be severe. But as time passed, it became harder to hide your feelings for each other. The thrill of the forbidden love mixed with the danger of being caught was intoxicating, but you knew it couldn't go on forever.

You know that it would be terrible for Charless image if the media found out. You were 4 years younger than him and you know that the people on twitter would be having a field day if your relationship ever got out.

So you never told anyone. Not Max, not your friends, nobody. Your relationship was a well kept secret. Sneaking out to see him at his apartment in Monaco or in his drivers room. Secret vacations to foreign countries. Hotel rooms under fake names. Think of anything forbidden and the two of you’ve done it. During those months of sneaking around both you and Charles fell hard for one another.

Those months were probably the best months of your life. He was the perfect guy for you and you hope that you were the perfect girl for him. The love you shared was something out of a fairytale and you knew that it was one for the ages. The kind of love only a few lucky ones get to experience during their lifetime.

But the reality of your situation was inescapable. You knew getting involved with him was a bad idea so you’d broken everything off three months ago. You knew it was the right decision. Trying to maintain your secret relationship would only lead to heartbreak and trouble.

Yet, the heart wants what it wants, and when you saw each other again for the first time since the split at this weekend's Grand Prix, he pulled you into his driver’s room like so many times before. You tried to resist, but your connection was too strong to ignore. One thing led to another and suddenly you were being pushed against a wall with his lips on yours before you came to your senses. Which leds to where you are right now:

“Y/N please listen to me.” Charles begged as he followed you and sat down on the couch beside you. You looked into his gorgeous emerald green eyes like you had a million times before.

“Charles, please don’t.” You tried with him but he wouldn’t let you finish.

“No! I don’t want to stop loving you. You are the one for me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” He confessed wholeheartedly. You felt the tears start to form in your eyes.

"Charles, please, we can't keep doing this," you said, tears forming in your eyes. "I love you, but we're only hurting ourselves by continuing like this. You knew getting into this that it wouldn’t last. However much I want to, we can never be.” You reasoned with him.

“I don’t care. Y/N you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don’t have to tell anyone if that's what you want. Or we can tell everyone. Whatever you want.” He pleaded with you. “Or if you don’t want that I can quit F1 and we can run away together. We can get a secret house together in the countryside of France and start a family together or something, anything. I would give you everything I have in a heartbeat. Please just don’t give up on this Y/N. Don’t give up on us.” He started crying quietly and so did you.

“Charles, you know that wouldn’t work. Our families would find out eventually and so would the media. You will be bashed for dating me and your relationship with Max will be ruined.” You pleaded with him.

“I don't care. Y/N, you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don't have to tell anyone if that's what you want. We can keep it a secret until the time is right,” he pleaded, holding her hand in his.

“Charles, it's not just about the secrecy. It's about our families, Max's feelings, and the media. It's about everything. As much as I love you, I can't put everyone else through that,” she said, her voice filled with sadness.

“So, you think what we had was nothing?” he was rightfully upset, but you didn’t know what else to tell him, he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Please, Charles. This is hard enough as it is. Don’t make it harder than it already is okay. I know that one day you’ll find an amazing girl who will steal your heart and whom you will love 10 times more than me.” You put your hand on his cheek and felt his tears hit your thumb.

“That’s not possible, baby. I don’t want anyone else. We can make it work, please, you’re the one for me. I know it. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you.” Charles pleaded.

“I love you too, Charles, so much.” You confessed to him. Even if you knew it wouldn’t help the situation at all. You felt the need to let him know that the feelings were not one sided. You loved this man with all your heart and if the circumstances were different, if you his rivals younger sister and if he wasn’t an F1 driver with the whole world watching his every move: You would probably get married, have a couple of kids and then grow old together. You would have the whole white picket-fence dream. But instead you were trapped in this situation and all you could do was try to let him go even if it was hard.

“See, you love me too. Y/N, I promise that things will work out.” He took your hand in his and caressed your palm gently with his thumb. His touch felt so familiar and you just wanted to let all your walls down and let him love you, let yourself love him. But you knew you couldn’t.

“Charles, as much as I want that, it’s just make-believe. It will never work out the way we want to and everyone will be hurt in the end, honey.” You felt the nickname slip from your lips before you could stop it. It was what you called him all throughout your secret rendezvous and the simple word held so much meaning for both of you.

“I know that, baby. I just don’t want to let you go. You’re my favorite person in the whole world. I don’t know how I will ever move on from you.” He seemed to finally give in and as much as it broke your heart you felt relief that he understood and didn’t argue more with you.

“I know it’s hard, honey. Which is why we can’t keep going back to each other from now on, okay? We can’t find an end to something that we keep beginning over and over again. From now on, I can’t be your friend or your lover, Charles. As much as it kills me inside I can’t hold you back from falling in love with somebody else.” You knew your words were harsh but you really needed to put an end to this here and now.

“I understand.” He put both of his hands on your cheeks and met your gaze. Both of your eyes were red from crying and held so many emotions and so much love for one another. “You’ll always be my person, no matter what happens or who I meet. If you ever change your mind I’ll be there for you with open arms no matter what. You’ll always have a piece of my heart Y/N. Please take care of it.”

“I will, I promise.” You vowed to him, your voice cracking as you tried to speak through your tears. “If things were different..” You tried to explain.

“Shh… Don’t worry about it, baby. You don’t have to explain.” He cut you off. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you.”

Silence followed as both of you gazed into each other's eyes, trying to savor your last moments together as a couple before all you had left were the memories of better times.

“Can I kiss you one last time?” He asked quietly as if he was afraid of shattering the moment.

“Yes.” Was all you could say before his lips met yours in one final, heart shattering kiss. Your tears mixed as they ran down both of your cheeks. His hands were still on your cheeks and you felt him pushing your face closer to his. You pulled away for air and he did the same.

“I’ll always love you, Charles.” You finally broke the silence.

“I’ll always love you too.” He said and you felt his soft hands leave your tear stained cheeks for the last time before he kissed your forehead and let go of you. You exited his driver’s room, heartbroken with only the memories of him left.

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ʟɪᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴꜱ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: it's almost show time for your band but those minutes seem to be taking forever because of the tension between you and a certain guitarist in the band...

☆ ᴀ/ɴ: in the theme of me being terribly down bad for Hobie I wrote this. band au my beloved,,, and the reader plays bass bc that's the only instrument I'm good at

☆ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: SFW // Hobie Brown x male!reader // w.c: 1.6k // warnings: smoking, lots of shameless flirting, not proofread as per usual

“Hobie?” You call over your shoulder, swearing under your breath after your eyeliner pencil broke for what felt like the third time that weekend. That’s what you get for buying the cheapest option at the store.

There’s shuffling outside the dressing room, the door swinging open and Hobie leans against the door frame, eyes narrowed and staring closely at you and arms folded in front of his chest. “You called?”

“Got another eyeliner pencil? Mine keeps breaking.” You huff, knowing full well Hobie wore enough eyeliner on stage to rival a raccoon. He nods and disappears for a moment, returning with a small tube in hand. You breathe a sigh of relief, standing to go grab it from him but he quickly moves his arm out of reach, leaning in close enough that your faces are inches apart.

“Gonna say thank you or anything, luv?” He teases, a smirk playing on his lips painted black with lipstick. He’s so… close. Weirdly so, as if he’s trying to get some sort of reaction out of you. And he does, you can feel a strange warmth coursing through you that makes your knees feel weak.

But you step closer, ignoring the way your stomach twists quickly grabbing it from Hobie’s hand. “Yeah, thanks for recommending me such a shit eyeliner.” You mumble and roll your eyes, slumping back in front of the mirror to finish getting ready.

“Mm, if I recall correctly I told you not to buy it. Someone didn’t want to listen, huh?” Hobie drawls, his hands resting on the back of your chair and watching you through the mirror as you apply the eyeliner, a lazy smile playing on his lips. There’s something about him tonight that you can’t place, the small room feeling stuffier than usual. “Thank god I had an extra, gotta make sure the pretty boy stays pretty.” He hums.

“As if I’m not pretty all the time?” You respond jokingly, trying to keep a steady hand as the pencil runs along your waterline, leaving behind a trail of black.

Hobie leans in closer, the chair groaning with his weight as his eyes meet yours in the mirror, they looked darker but it could’ve been the low light of the room. “Oh luv, you’re so much more than just pretty.” He says lowly, his breath tickling the shell of your ear and making your breath hitch. There was something bordering on dangerous about Hobie’s tone.

You click the cap back on the eyeliner, placing it on the table and not caring to even hand it to Hobie before rising to your feet and grabbing your jacket. “Are you drunk or something?” You ask as you shrug the jacket on, moving quickly to escape the heavy tension shrouding you both in the room.

Hobie holds his hands up in a defensive motion, grinning wildly at you. “Haven’t even touched a drop.” He chuckles without missing a beat. “What makes you think that?”

“Gonna be a big show tonight. We all deal with our anxieties differently.” You mumble, not exactly lying. Hobie shrugs and waves your implication off, stealing your seat to fix his own makeup as you leave the room to go find your bass.

You lug it off of the couch, throwing the strap over your shoulder as your other hand reaches for the cold metal of the pegs. It’s not as painfully out of tune as usual, the sound smooth and full as you pluck the strings, trying to focus on getting the right pitch and not how your brain is swirling with thoughts about Hobie. The way his voice sounds reverberates in your head more than the deep hum of the strings, the sounds mixing together in a strange stomach churning symphony.

It wasn’t exactly new, Hobie tended to be a flirty person and was completely shameless about it. It was almost like it was second nature for suggestive comments to spill from his lips, drinking up the sight of blushing faces and embarrassment like some sort of amorous vampire. You’d almost written it off as some sort of strange hazing when you first joined the band before you learned Hobie was just like that.

Well, he was like that with you specifically, his hand staying the few extra seconds on the small of your back whenever he passed behind you in the dressing room. Or those compliments on how good everyone looked seemingly being directed at you more than anyone else. And how he looked at you on stage, god he looked at you like you were some kind of meal.

Yeah, something was up with Hobie.

You cussed when your sweaty hand slips on the fretboard, messing up the bassline you’d been absentmindedly practicing for the past few minutes. You were nervous, struggling to get your hand back in place to play again, shaking too hard to press the strings down so they don’t rattle against the body.

You clamber to your feet, shoving your hands in your pocket and fishing out the last cigarette you’d managed to save this long. The outside air is cool and you can hear the far away chatter of fans queuing up outside the venue. Leaning against the cold brick of the alley wall, you light your cigarette and breathe out a cloud of smoke into the cold air.

“You got another I could bum off ya?” Hobie’s voice breaks your peace as he approaches, that same smirk on his face.

“This was my last one.”

“I haven’t got anythin’ against sharing.” He chuckles and plucks it from your fingers without asking, slotting the cigarette between lipstick smeared lips and breathing in deeply. His lipstick stains the paper and he breathes the smoke out into your face, making your eyes water. “Y’know staring’s rude.”

“So is taking my cig.” You grunt and take it from his fingers, momentarily brushing against his hand. He’s warm and it makes you suck in a shocked breath, immediately averting your gaze from him. Ignoring the black lipstick stains you slip the cigarette back between your lips.

“And so is not sharing.” Hobie retorts, relaxing against the wall next to you, all his jewelry and pins jingling like a wind chime. He’s watching you and you know it, you can feel his heavy gaze on you and it’s nearly suffocating, watching from your peripheral as his eyes rove over your body. “What’s with the new look, tryin’ to catch someone’s eye?”

“Just felt like changing it up.” You mumble, ignoring the way your face gets hotter. Hobie’s heavy boots drag along the concrete as he steps in front of you, practically boxing you in. You stay cool, breathing smoke back in his face and he rolls his eyes.

“Well I like it, think you look stunnin’ dear.” Hobie drawls, his hand cupping your cheek. His hand is rough against your skin, the calluses from playing guitar are noticeable but something about it feels… good. Familiar in a way. His thumb strokes your cheekbone and your breath stutters, the cigarette falling from your lips to the ground but neither of you pay it any mind. “Mm, I like the eyeliner on you. Fits ya just right.”

“I like the lipstick.” You blurt out suddenly and Hobie chuckles, looming closer to your face. You can feel his breath on your cheek and it tickles but you don’t move, still firmly pressed against the wall.

“Thought you would, too bad it gets messy too easily.”

“Messy, how?”

“Hm? You really don’t know luv?” He says breathlessly. You both are holding your breath, inches away from each other, waiting to see who will move first. Who will break the tension building in the air. His hand is on your hip and you don’t recall when it got there, his touch burning through your clothes and making your skin warm. “You want me to show you how?”

You’re nodding before you even know you are, before you’re even aware of the feeling of Hobie’s lips on yours. It’s quick, barely taking a second before his weight is crushing you against the wall and his lips are pressed firmly against yours. It’s intoxicating, just the simple feeling is enough to make you light headed as he kneads your lips together, his lip ring cold on your skin but making your skin flare up with warmth.

His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, tasting nicotine and the small ball of his tongue piercing feels strange against your own tongue. You let him slip into your mouth, melding together as you move in tandem against each other, kissing shamelessly in the dimly lit alley way. Hobie is good, knowing just what to do to leave you breathless and you follow, turning into a strange tug of war for pleasure.

But before anything else can come from it, before his hand can move and lower on his lip and your head can turn any more cloudy, he pulls away. You both stand there huffing for a moment, bodies tingling and eyes dark with lust. Hobie’s lipstick is smeared on his face, black lines swiping down his chin and on his cheek.

“That’s how.” He hums without skipping a beat, pulling away and fixing his shirt. He steps on the cigarette, stubbing it out before turning on his heel. “Don’t forget that we go on in ten.” He says over his shoulder as he waltzes back towards the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“And wipe the lipstick off your face before everyone starts starin’.” He adds before the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the alley.

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hoonvrs · 11 months

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FLOUR FOR YOU — enha hyung line

req for 1k event!

PROMPT [ one, 12 ] cupping your partners face in your hand before kissing them [ two, 5 ] smiling excessively, naturally and so easily around you

PAIRING enha hyung line x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 1.2k

S. NOTE this just made me wanna bake knowing i’ve never baked a day in my life. also lets ignore how each drabble starts with their name

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung knew you were easily influenced by a few videos, so when you suddenly announced your new interest was baking it didn’t come as much of a surprised. although, it took a minute for him to convince you to try baking cookies instead of a two-tier vanilla cake that you were convinced you could hack. now you’ve been in the kitchen trying to follow a ’15-minute cookie recipe’ that you found on tiktok.

for the last two hours.

“babe! they’re finished! come try them,” he heard you shout. he approached warily knowing that cooking wasn’t one of your strong suits, so maybe he didn’t have much faith in your baking either.

he walked in to see a tray of cookies placed neatly on the counter, “wow. they actually look good.”

“you have no faith in me,” you tsked, pushing him to sit and try them, “quick, try one, and be honest.”

he plucked a cookie from the batch, and cautiously bit into it. if you hadn’t been dating heeseung for a while you might’ve actually believed he liked it. unfortunately, if there’s someone, he can’t hide his true feelings from, it you. you caught the way eyes slightly squinted and struggled to swallow the cookie, “it’s bad isn’t it.”

“no, no! its good,” he grimaced, trying his best to not upset you even though his face showed everything you needed to know.

“i’ve already tasted it love, i think i mixed the sugar with salt,” you giggled, seeing the look of realisation fall on heeseungs face.

PARK JONGSEONG

jay was known as the self-proclaimed chef in enhypen and in your relationship. he would always offer to cook you different recipes he found online, and you repay him by baking some sweet dessert as a thank you. the roles of baker and cook had never switched between you two, content with the role each had. you had dabbled in cooking before which didn’t end well, so you lucked out with having jay as your boyfriend.

until two seconds ago, when jay came home declaring he wants to try make brownies cause the boys said he’d be a terrible baker. jay refused to believe baking was any harder than cooking and wanted to prove it.

even though you offered to help, just to instruct him through it he refused, convinced that he could ace it on his first try. so you left him to his own accord, waiting patient in the living room until he finished.

“it’s done!” he yelled, running over to you on the couch with the brownies still in the tray he baked them in with two forks stick out, “let’s try it at the same time.”

as he finished getting seated beside you, he handed you your respective fork with determination, “get ready to be replaced as the baker in this relationship.”

“yeah, okay.” You dismissed him, both going to take a bite out of jay’s ‘masterpiece’ – his words not yours.

jays eagerness slowly dissipated as soon as you both took your first bite. It wasn’t inedible exactly, just not completely edible. you could see the disappointment take over his face, “how about i make a new batch and you can pretend you made them to the boys, hmm?”

“you’re the best.”

SIM JAEYUN

jake instantly knew something was off the second he saw you in the kitchen surrounded by baking trays and ingredients. you’ve always had a habit of baking whenever something stresses you, which seems to be more often than not these days.

“hey pretty, what you doing?” he rounded the counter to have a better look at what you’re doing, softly placing his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m making cupcakes.” you answered, aggressively stirring your spatula through the wet batter before an intruding hand dipped in and smeared the paste onto your nose.

you turned to see jake giggling, hand covering his mouth as he slowly backed away from you. so, you did the next best thing. you dug into the bag of flour, picking up a handful, throwing it directly at his face.

he stilled for a second, processing what you had just done before speaking up, “oh, you’re on.”

thus, ensuring a full flour fight with heaps of the powder being thrown around, coating every surface white including both you and jake. your laughter could be heard through all the shuffling and playful wrestling, and although you were covered head to toe in flour, jake though you looked so beautiful.

he preferred to see you with a wide smile on your face instead of the frown and furrowed eyebrows you were sporting beforehand, and he found his body moving on its own. he slowly approached you, cupping your face in his hands gently before pulling you in.

kisses with jake were intimate, always starting slowly and usually ending in either him or you in a fit of giggles refusing to separate from the others lips, and this one was no different.

“never thought I’d see a flower covered in flour.”

“corny, boo!”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon and you decided to try out baking together. every saturday, you both meet up in your apartment and try out a new recipes, sunghoon likes to call it ‘couples therapy – baking edition’, it has confused a lot of your friends.

today, you two decide to tackle the task of icing a cake. apparently, baking the cake itself and decorating it all pretty was too much work, so you both bought two premade plain cakes, and whoever decorated it the best got to grant the winner a wish.

“i’m making mine red, so you better not copy me,” he smirked, snatching the red icing right out of your hands to try to irritate you.

you scoffed, grabbing all the colours you needed, “fine, i’m going to make mine blue. don’t be jealous when it’s better than yours.”

“you wish,” with determination and enough competitiveness between you both, you began decorating your cakes. well, until you ran into a problem.

“babe, are you sure you cut off all the tips of the piping bags? this one won’t come out.”

sunghoon looked over to see you struggling, “yeah i did. maybe if you’d come to the gym with me you’d be able to squeeze it out.”

“stop bringing that up! i’m never going to the gym with y-”

silence fell onto your kitchen after hearing a loud pop cut through the air. you heard screeching laughter before you even realised what had happened.

looking down to see the navy icing was not only in the piping bag, but over the counter and all over your shirt. sunghoon couldn’t even hold himself up from how much he was laughing, bend over with one hand on the counter and the other holding his stomach.

his laughter rang like music in your ears, a rare sound you don’t hear too often in public where he’d rather giggle quietly behind his hands, but this one was your favourite. where he suddenly loses all composer and collapses in on himself, screaming obnoxiously whist simultaneously tying to catch his breath. worrying but impressive.

maybe a ruined t-shirt was a worthy sacrifice to hear him laugh this freely around you.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Sweetest Boy (J.P)

Warning(s); dom!Reader!,Sub!James,mommy kink,punishment,James being a needy brat,handjob,Edging,Ruined orgasm,sex toy (fleshlight),nipple sucking,voyeurism,Siri and Remus being mean,brief oral (M receiving),Overstimulation,aftercare.

Pairing(s); James Potter x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary; after repeatedly telling James no he lashes out and earns himself a well deserved punishment.

A/n; James is a baby and I love him<3

“James. No.” You huffed out shoving him away from your skirt “but I want you!” He whined. “James. Do not make me tell again! Now, I have to study go bother pads!” You shoed him with your hand.

Normally you couldn’t ever tell your pretty baby no but you had to study for potions. You were in desperate need to pass this next exam to keep a good average and James wasn’t helping.

“Mommy you’re being unfair!” He pouted and you, for once, just ignored him. Batting away his needy hands anytime they tried to sneak under your skirt. “You just don’t love me!” James yelled “James!” You scolded “keep your voice down! You’re pushing too far honey quit it.” You warned. James wasn’t happy with that answer shoving your books right off the small table in the common room.

“What the- James! Your dorm! Now!” You yelled and pointed towards the stairs. You saw the realization hit him, his eyes widening as his lip wobbled as if he would cry. “Now james!” You barked and he finally slid from his seat tracking up the stairs.

When you joined James in the dorm he was knelt on his bed just like he knew he should be. “Why’d you act like that, puppy?” You asked and James didn’t respond. You shrugged “if you don’t want to answer then I’ll just assume you wanted to be a brat. You’re a bad boy puppy.” If heartbreak had a face it would be James face in that moment. The moment in which you called him a bad boy, he wasn’t you good or pretty or sweet boy he was bad and awful and terrible.

“Mommy I’m sorry! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna be good f’you!” “No. You had your chance to be good, I think you deserve to be punished.” James shook his head “please no spanks please!” You smiled “Awh, no spanks I promise my prince” you make your way to his side. You settled on the bed behind him and pull him towards your chest “you gonna let mommy touch you?” You asked and he nodded.

“O-oh god…mommy please!” James’ hips bucked up off the bed when you removed your hand for the 4th time. He was crying, his cock turning a soft purple from his lack of pent up release. “What did I tell you?” “W-wait for permission” you nodded and nipped at his jaw “so, shut up and wait for me to tell you to cum instead of whining like a little bitch in heat” James nodded his body trembling.

He felt you reach down beside his bed too loopy to care what for, until the black cyclone object came into view. “Mommy…” he breathed out his big eyes looking back at you filled with need. “Shh, it’s okay baby.” You swiped up some of his pre-cum that was constantly pouring out using it to wet the inside of the silicone.

“I’ll…I’ll be so good mommy, want you not- not the toy” you smiled “Awh, too bad you were a bad boy or you’d get me.” With that you slid the object over him all the way down to his base. He let out a sob mixed with a moan and you smiled pecking his jaw and neck. “Look at that, sucked you right in sweet boy.” A dopey smile came on his face at his nickname “M’Mommys sweet boy?” He asked and you nodded “yes you are, take your punishment like my good boy.” James whimpered bucking his hips.

“You want me to move it? I thought you didn’t want it puppy.” James wanted to say something but the words got stuck in his throat and left him looking at you with glazed over wet eyes. “What do think boys? Does he deserve to cum?” James jerked his head over seeing remus and sirius patiently watching the scene before them.

“How long have…have they been there?” James asked “long enough to know you’re a little needy slut.” Sirius said the two now having permission to come over to the bed. “Here I thought you were well behaved, thought I taught you better Prongs” Remus scolded.

“You did! I’m a good boy!” James exclaimed “mmm, I don’t think so prongsie” sirius shook his head. “You alright sweet boy?” You asked and he nodded. “Wanna cum.” “Too bad.” Remus said and swatted your hand away from the toy. “You’re making your mommy do a lot of the work for someone who’s sorry” Remus was moving the toy now at a fast and deliberate speed.

James was trying to speak but the words kept being knocked from him as remus slammed down the toy on him. “Mommy…mommy!” He whined and you cooed praises at him watching his face twist in pleasure. “Can’t take it mommy gotta…gotta stop” you shook your head. “No, be good and take what Remmy gives you baby” he was squirming desperate to get the toy away.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum pleas….ple…” his pleas got higher pitched and eventually he squeezed his eyes shut his body going taut. You gripped remus’ hand and jerked the toy off him as his hips raised up white ropes covering his abdomen. “Sorry…M’Sorry mommy” he mumbled in a daze knowing he didn’t do what you asked. His body was still trembling as the last few ropes fell “it’s okay, baby easy. Calm down sweet boy”

“Remmy…he’s so mean.” James sniffled and you smiled pecking his wet cheek “that’s not her nice to say about someone who just made you cum.” “Yeah, prongs. That’s rude.” Siri scolded and sunk his mouth down over James’ soft cock. “Wait! Pads-” James busted into a fit of squirming and crying while Sirius sucked against his sensitive cock. “Make it stop mommy- I- hurts!!” He cried out “say you’re sorry for being rude puppy.” Remus waited and James hiccuped out another sob.

“Now, before I make Siri keep going until you cum again.” “Sorry! I’m so sorry Moons! Pleaseee” he whined out hips trying to buck off Sirius’s mouth. “Okay. Okay Siri enough” you gripped his hair and tugged him away from James.

James’ body went limp and he sighed eyes dropping and body covered in a sheen of sweat. “Cmon, let’s get you in the bath my love” James whined “no…” you stayed still while he moved into his stomach, hiding his face in your clothed chest. “Boys, can one of you grab me a damp washcloth?” Remus sat the toy down and scurried off into the bathroom.

James pawed at your covered chest “wan’em mommy” “yeah? Let me clean you up first before you get your sheets all sticky.” Siri muttered a cleaning spell and you smiled at him. Remus handed you the cold damp cloth and you wiped at James’ sweat clad body while he continued to paw at you.

“Okay, okay James take what you want” he shot up and tugged your straps to your top down, jerking your bra down with. “Gentle, puppy. Be gentle” he nodded and moved slower until your bra and shirt were around your waist. His lips immediately found a hold of one of your nipples lapping at it like he was gonna get milk from it.

The boys mumbled praises before leaving the pair of you to just be alone. You combed your fingers through his damp curls watching his eyes get heavier by the second. “My good boy, puppy. You’re such a good boy” you kissed his forehead and be hummed in response.

#fem reader #dom!reader #sub james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter #james potter x y/n #remus x janus #sirius x james #marauders era

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night! I hope I’m not bothering you. I would like to request Ranpo, Fyodor, and Dazai (separate) with a s/o who has baby fever, please. Like when Reader is scrolling through her phone and babies randomly pop up and she’s/their like “I want one :(“ or when reader and Ranpo/Fyodor/Dazai walk past a mom, dad and their baby and she’s/their like “when is it our turn? :(“ Some kind of senario like that. How would the boys react?

hi! don’t worry about bothering me, you’re doing anything but! anyways, i absolutely love this request! i’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while, but i never got to it. thank you for requesting!

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Format: Scenarios

Possible Warnings: Slight suggestiveness (Dazai)

Osamu Dazai

One day you were scrolling through your phone while lounging around your shared apartment. Videos of cats and other miscellaneous things filled your feed, but eventually you stumbled across a video of someone’s baby saying their first words.

You audibly awed at the video. How could you not? It was absolutely adorable! One of the parents in the background sounded as if they were about to cry, and it made you smile. What a sweet moment caught on camera!

Suddenly you were hit with a wave of baby fever. Having the idea of having a small child to take care of was absolutely to die for. You knew Dazai would be a good father, so you weren’t worried about a thing while you thought of having a kid.

Dazai noticed you smiling, so he decided to get up from where he was sitting and walked right behind you. He bent down just a little bit and watched the video that you just saw. His head was right over your shoulder as he watched the video. Anxiously, you held your breath. Dazai was a smart person, so it didn’t take him long to understand what you were feeling.

“You want a baby, don’t you,” he teased.

Slowly you turned your head to face Dazai. “Yeah! Don’t you think that it’d be fun? This video was just so cute and… I wanna be a parent.”

“Having a baby comes with great responsibility! Are you sure you want to commit to that?” He asked with a smile on his face.

You nodded. “Look at you being all responsible.”

“Hey! I can be responsible if I want!” He put his hand up to his heart and fake gasped.

You chuckled. “Sure you can. Anyways, don’t you want to become a father? Now’s your chance.”

“I’d love too, but I don’t want a small creature to take away all of my loves attention,” he whined.

“Oh it won’t be that bad.”

“Yes it will! What would I do with my life if you ignored me?!”

“Osamu, I’d give you both equal attention, alright? I promise,” you sighed.

Dazai wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Then I think we could absolutely be parents then!” He got closer to your ear. “You do know what making a baby entails though, right?”

You scrunched your face up. “Eww.. Maybe we could adopt..”

Dazai playfully gasped once more. “How rude of you!”

Ranpo Edogawa

The two of you were out in the city, going to buy snacks and other miscellaneous things for the house. You originally weren’t going to tag along, but considering that Ranpo’s sense of direction was terrible, you had to join him. As of now you two were walking to a snack store that Ranpo frequented.

After crossing the street, you spotted a baby in a stroller with her mother. The baby was wearing a cute little pink and white sundress. She also wore a small sun hat that was absolutely adorable.

Her mother looked so happy as she mixed together some formula for her. You smiled at the sight. You wanted that kind of happiness; one that could only be granted by having a child.

You stared at the sight for a little longer than you’d usually stare at something, and Ranpo noticed. That baby looked absolutely adorable! How could you not stare?

“I want one,” you eventually spoke up.

Ranpo craned his neck to look at you. “Huh?”

“I said I want one,” you repeated as you pointed at the mother and the baby. “Wouldn’t you like to have a child someday?”

Ranpo let out a short hum as he unwrapped a lollipop and plopped it into his mouth. “Nope!”

“No?” You tilted your head. “Why?”

“The baby would take all of your attention away from me! I don’t want that!” He loudly whined. “I need you to focus on me all of the time!”

You chuckled at his childish antics. “Your opinion might change once you have a child, Ranpo.”

“It would not!” He shakes his head.

“How could you be so sure about that?”

“I dunno. I just am,” he said nonchalantly. “Though, if it’s something you really want, maybe we could have a child someday.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he said as he grabbed your arm. “C’mon let’s go! We’re almost at the snack shop!”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You and Fyodor were out on a date. The restaurant was rather secluded, but it was still nice. Classical music was playing in the background as the two of you drank some tea and ate some sweets. The overall atmosphere of the restaurant was calming. The two of you frequented this place because it was just an overall relaxing place.

Eventually a family walked into the establishment; a mother, a father, and a little boy. The little boy hung onto his parents hands as they brought him to a table. They all looked so happy.

Fyodor noticed you staring and decided to speak up about it. “Is something the matter?”

“When is it our turn?” You muttered.

Fyodor quirked his eyebrow up. “Pardon?”

Your turned your head back to your boyfriend with a small smile on your face. The thought of having a baby to take care of was entertaining.

“When is it our turn to start a family?” You pointed your thumb at the family you were just staring at. “They all look so happy… Don’t you want that too?”

Fyodor took a sip of his tea, then responded. “I’d love that, milaya, but don’t you think it would be a little too soon? We both have yet to hit the age of thirty.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you spoke as you glanced back at him. “But still, I’d love to have a child someday.”

You looked back at the family. The son was eating some pastries as the parents started to talk about something boring. The son then must’ve said something funny because the parents soon broke out into loud laughter.

You rested your cheek onto your hand as you watched them. You could feel Fyodor’s gaze on you as you watched the family interact.

“If you so wish to have a child, I wouldn’t argue with it. We just would have to get married first,” Fyodor said after a moment of silence.

Your head whipped towards his direction. “Really? Oh, thank you!”

Your boyfriend only nodded as he took another sip of his tea. He seemed content with the conversation the two of you just had.

“Should we start considering names or..?”

requests are open <3

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loquaciousferret · 1 year

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I could totally see Javi using his handcuffs on you and getting rough with you when you get mouthy with him because he’s gone a lot for work and you’re lonely 🤭

Ugh dude this thought sent me fucking feral… I had to write something about it immediately. I want him to be my slutty cop boyfriend so bad.

I tried to keep my response to this short and safe to say that didn’t happen so here we go lol I took this and ran with it

All Work, No Play

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ for smut. Unprotected sex, rough sex, use of handcuffs/restraints, pet names, angry(ish) sex, roleplay. Spanking. Maybe more so read at your own risk!

Word Count: 1.5k

Taglist: @silkiers @tightjeansjavi

You heard the key turning in the lock and then Javier’s distinct footsteps as he entered the apartment.

You checked the clock in the corner of your laptop as you continued typing away. 11:14PM.

He called your name and you ignored him, your attention remaining on what you were working on. He found his way to you quickly anyway where you sat at the kitchen table that doubles as your office space in your small apartment.

“s’there any dinner?” He grunts, pouring himself a whisky.

You don’t look up as you respond, flatly. “There was. Three hours ago.”

You can feel his eyes burning into you, but you don’t meet them. The only sounds in the room are of him sipping at his drink and you typing.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m sorry that Escobar didn’t consider your dinner plans when he decided to kill some of my men today. I’ll make sure he consults you first next time.” You hate when his tone drips with sarcasm like this. You knew what you signed up for with Javi and his work, but it shouldn’t mean that you were never allowed to be disappointed about how little time you got with your fiancé.

“Funny, Peña.” You finally flick your gaze up to take him in. His eyes are dark.

“Don’t call me that.” He says through gritted teeth.

You slam the lid of your laptop closed, knowing you won’t be able to concentrate again with you and Javier at each others throats.

“Or what?” You defy.

“Listen cariño,” He begins. He smiles and it seems warm at first but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. He has finished off his first whisky already and is pouring a second. “You only know Javi. You wouldn’t want to get to know Agent Peña.”

“Actually, if this Agent Peña knows how to treat a woman, I think you ought to introduce me.”

Before you can decide whether this last comment was a terrible idea and a step too far, he has finished his drink in one swift gulp, closed the distance between you with two confident strides, and is ripping you out of your chair, lifting you and placing you down again so you are perched on the kitchen table.

“He doesn’t really deal with women unless they are suspects or whores. Which are you?” He growls in your ear.

You clench your thighs together. You curse whatever faulty part of your brain is making you extremely horny instead of jarred by hearing your fiancée talk like this.

“Well I’m certainly not a whore.” You whisper.

“Hm.” He murmurs, nodding, his face still so close to you that the motion tickles.

In a swift and clearly practiced motion, he has flipped you round and is pressing you into the edge of the table. Then, cool metal slips around both of your wrists, tighter and tighter until you can barely wriggle your hands.

You briefly wonder what has gotten into Javi. This is not something you have ever done together. He doesn’t mix work and pleasure anymore, not with you. It had lost all appeal for him. Or so you thought.

His rock-hard erection straining in his jeans against you snaps you quickly out of these thoughts and back into the moment.

You wiggle your ass, rubbing against him and he grabs the handcuffs and pulls, making them dig into your wrists. You whine at the not entirely unpleasant pain.

“Don’t fucking move.” He hisses into your ear. “Try anything funny and you’ll regret it.”

You are surprised at how much this turns you on. Javi does a good job separating his work persona from the side of himself he gives you. The man in command of you now couldn’t be further from your doting partner. But you like it.

“I think,” he says, “this arrangement will work for us both. Maybe teach you not to get caught up in the wrong crowd again.”

He maintains a tight grip on the handcuffs with one hand and is unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from his jeans with the other. He roughly grabs at the tight yoga pants you are wearing and tears them down your legs until they bunch around your ankles. He spreads your thighs as much as possible in this position with one strong hand, before sliding a finger through your dripping wet folds.

“You dirty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you?” He teases, rubbing at your wetness with more force.

“Mmhmm.” You agree, the affirmation coming out as a breathy moan.

“If you take my cock well enough, I won’t tell anyone about what you’ve done. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please Javi.” You moan. This earns you a harsh slap to your ass cheek and you yelp.

“Who do you think you are talking to?”

“I’m sorry, Agent Peña. Yes. I can take it.”

“That’s it.” He praises, his tone low and husky. He slips a couple of fingers inside you, working them in and out, curling them to reach the most pleasurable spots. “Show me some respect. It will make this easier on you.”

He lets go of the handcuffs and you relax onto the cold wood beneath you, laying your chest flat against the surface of the table. He removes his fingers but the sensation is quickly replaced with his large tip nudging at your entrance.

He stills for a second. You go to turn round to look at him, wondering why he has hesitated and you find him taking his shirt off. Then, suddenly he plunges into you right to the hilt at full force.

You cry out at the feeling.

“You told me you could take it.” He grunts, piercing you with full force thrusts.

“Y-Yes.” You moan out. “I can take it, Agent. Please don’t stop.”

The table creaks as he continues to plow into you. You strain against the handcuffs. He enjoys watching you like this and he regrets not having tried it with you sooner.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans and cries fill the apartment, probably audible from the hallway and the neighbouring properties. Neither of you care. It was the first sex you had had all week. His schedule made it hard to ever get enough of each other.

He pulls out and turns you onto your back, you wrap your legs around his waist. He gropes at your tits roughly, slapping, pinching and squeezing them as he fucks you into the table. It moves across the tiled floor slightly due to the force. With your arms pinned behind you, the handcuffs dig into you, and you arch your back to get away from them.

“Does it hurt?” He grumbles.

“Yes, Sir.” You whine.

“Good.” He says back. He moves one hand to play with your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. This sensation distracts you from the pain of the metal biting into your skin.

It doesn’t take long before you can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. You had been touch-starved all week and that only made it easier for him to pleasure you.

“Tell me who makes you feel this good?” He demands.

“Ah-“ You try to speak and only a cry of pleasure escapes you.

“Answer me.” He snaps, lightly slapping your clit. The sensation sends tingles rushing through your whole body. He sees your reaction and does it again.

“Y-You, Agent.” You struggle to get out. “Only you, Agent Peña.”

“That’s right.” He rubs your clit again, faster and with more force. The friction is close to sending you over the edge.

“Don’t cum yet.” He warns. “Together.”

You bite your lip and nod. His hands move to your hips and he slams you down onto his cock, each thrust hits the deepest part of you and you struggle to hold back, clenching around him, becoming impossibly tight as you concentrate on withholding your release.

His thrusts falter and he grunts loudly, then demands “Cum for me. Now, baby.”

You focus on your pleasure and you let go, your legs tensing up around him, holding him closer inside you. He spills into you with a string of curses falling from his lips.

“Jesus.” He says, and pulls out with a hiss.

He lifts you up towards him by his shoulders, holding you close. He searches in his jacket pocket which is strewn over a nearby chair, retrieving the key and unlocking the handcuffs, tossing them aside. They clatter loudly where they land.

You know the moment is over and your Javi is back when he tenderly strokes your hair with one hand, presses a kiss to your forehead, and rubs your wrists with his other large, warm palm. “I have the rest of the weekend off. I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow, hm?”

You smile and nuzzle closer into his bare chest, tightening your arms around him into a hug. “Thank you, Agent Peña”

He tuts at you and pulls away, grinning. “Don’t get me going again, girl.”

#javier pena smut #javier pena x reader #pena x reader #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena fanfiction #agent pena fanfiction #agent pena smut #agent pena fanfic #narcos smut #narcos fanfic #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #agent pena x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #agent pena x f!reader

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venuscnjunctpluto · 1 year

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My first astrology observation

Credit: @venuscnjunctpluto

(Pls excuse the book at the end y’all I’m just sick of straight men)

*Black men w virgo rising either have dreads that they let hang in front of their eyes or they want dreads that they let hang in front of their eyes😭

*actors with mars-pluto aspects or Scorpio mars can play convincing psychopaths and villians (dacre Montgomery, drew starkey, ethan cutkosky)

*Saweetie and Mariah the scientist are Unconfirmed Taurus risings idgaf

*I have Pisces and Neptune in my 11th and when I tell you pisces can be so manipulative. I’ve been friends w all types of Pisces placements. Esp when Aries in is in mix they know exactly how to act like children and therefore literally be seen as children (zero accountability). For example chrisean rock whose a Pisces w an Aries mars.

* the biggest players are Scorpio/libra placement men by FARRR. They’ll flirt with anybody and they’ll befriend people who they know for a fact are interested in them romantically. You’ll know that they like when you they never “leave” you in any way, when they try to help you anyway they can, and when they change themselves for you (as terrible as that is that’s the truth). Lemme say after a break-up or any situation they feel wronged their hoe phase is terrible. They don’t gaf at ALL and my friend even got caught up (he spent the whole summer flirting w her after his gf dumped him and then ignored her once we got back to campus) she still doesn’t want to believe he was playing her.

*Im sorry but any prominent sag + Scorpio placements scare tf out of me. I had a stalker with a sag rising Scorpio Venus and mars and my cousin had an obsessive fwb w a sag rising Scorpio moon. Ted Bundy had hella sag and Scorpio on his chart. They have the humor and impulsiveness of a Sagittarius mixed with the intensity and passion of a Scorpio. I think it’s hard for people to realize how insane they are because they’re too busy cracking jokes😫

* 8h stellium natives we see the REAL in people like they come around us and act a mf fool

*women w Lilith inspecting ascendant🤝 Venus-Lilith aspects

*Me w an Aries rising 🤝 men w mars ruled venuses (Aries and Scorpio)

*Can we talk about why a lot of gemini Venuses have race fetishes😭 they’ll literally seek out certain races usually a group they’re not apart of

*8th house synastry is very strange to me. From my experience staring is very real, manipulative, and a lot of push-pull dynamics no thank you😮‍💨

*One really weird thing is I notice men who date younger women always have a cap mars like wtf. They seem to really like the power dynamics involved.

*Ok so me and my friend whose a female both have Venus conjunct pluto at like 2 degrees. I met a guy born a day after me and so did she (so they had Venus Pluto as well) We were intrigued because I’ve had my share of strange relationships but i noticed how light his energy was (the guys whose birthday was near mine). He didn’t really give off the same energy. i truly think it represents a guy’s relationship with women not necessarily him. I have seen women obsess over them but the women always had Scorpio energy in their natal chart already. also have a Madonna whore complex real mf bad so watch out. The WOMEN around them have Plutonian energy already and that’s why 8/10 they’re involved w Scorpio women. I’ve seen the same thing with women w mars-pluto (my mom has this conjunction and my step-dad is a Scorpio). Venus-Pluto men are not magnetic but with the way women (usually Scorpio influenced) act around them makes them think they are and they can become addicted to this attention. Yes other men can be jealous of how women act around them but sometimes they see the Venus-pluto man’s thirsty ways. I’ve seen men w this placement cross their friends for attention from girls. I met this guy w Venus square pluto and he seemed funny at first but he was so sleazy and childish when it came to talking to women I didn’t even wanna be around him. They also have a “type” usually. I’ve seen two men with this placements date girls who look like they could be sisters it’s very weird. I also believe Venus-Pluto men usually end up w women who have money *coughs* city boys or come from better financial situations than them while Venus-pluto women usually have the money they had before a relationship (even if through family). Ex: Beyoncé, Nicola Peltz, Ryan Destiny. You wanna see some real magnetism (and transformative chaos) find a woman w Venus Pluto and a man w mars Pluto🫦

#astro notes #astro observations #drew starkey #venus pluto #beyonce #nicola peltz #ryan destiny #dacre montgomery #saweetie #mariah the scientist

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anjali-ashok-777 · 26 days

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Getting into a fight with Natalie.

(A nat scatorccio x fem reader fic)

NATALIE COME BACK. NO DONT U FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME.

You scream at her as she walks to the living room from your room. She’s already downed a bottle of gin and she decides to pick a fight with you today.

SHUT THE HELL UP OH MY GOD.

She screams back as she lays on the couch.

What the Fuck is wrong with u today huh? u ignore me the whole damn day at school and u decided to fucking COME OVER AND DRINK HUH?

You scream at her and snatch the bottle from her hand.

Natalie glares at u with a look you’ve never seen before, a look u wish you weren’t seeing.

Give me back the fucking bottle y/n.

You don’t though. U stand your ground. Shaking sure, but u stand the ground.

I said. Give me back the bottle. NOW.

She screams into your face. The smell of gin mixed with cigarettes completely filling ur face.

N-no..

You sputter softly. Crying now.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE U CRYING FOR JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

She snatched the bottle from your hand and takes a swig.

Natty what’s happening to you….Natalie please…you need to slow down….the drugs the alcohol baby please….

You say as u run to her and cup her cheek…looking up at her.

MAYBE I WILL IF U DIDN’T GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON TO DO IT.

She screams into your face. Drunk. High. Unloving.

You stand there staring at her. Frozen. Letting what she said sink into you.

She stares at you. Her face softening. She looks down.

I-I’m the one making u do this..?

You stutter frozen in space. A look of anger and disgust on ur face.

Nat doesn’t look at you. She’s staring at the floor.

I didn’t mean that it slipped out….y/n I didn’t- I didn’t I-I you know I didn’t fucking mean that l-

It’s me? This whole time? That’s how fucking terrible I am? Hmm? THATS HOW MUCH I-

Your voice cracks…..you bend down and pinch ur nose trying not to cry further.

Y/n……

Nat tries protesting…her eyes wide as she realises what she just said….

You let out a sniffle

Y/n…y/n look at me-

IF I SUCKED SO MUCH U SHOULD’VE FUCKING LEFT ME NATALIE. YOU SHOULD’VE NEVER TOLD ME U LOVED ME AND U SHOULD NEVER KISS ME AFTER SCHOOL EVERY FUCKING DAY IF IM THE REASON YOUR FUCKING MESSED UP. IF I WAS SUCH A FUCKING BURDEN Y-

I DIDN’T MEAN WHAT I SAID IT SLIPPED OUT. I LOVE U I DO. Y/n I-I ACTUALLY LOVE U MORE THAN ANY FUCKING THING. NO NO NO I DIDN’T I DIDN’T I SWEAR-

Nat runs to you explaining everything….hands raised, trying to cup your cheek. You turn away from her.

You let out more choked sobs as she protests.

Your gripping your T-shirt and sobbing…

No no baby i- baby it slipped out I swear I swear oh my fucking god y/n I swear I didn’t-

She goes to gather you.

She knows how bad u must feel considering how bad her addiction problems were, the number of OD’s she’s experienced, the number of bad reactions….now she’s blamed you for it.

She knows how u feel. She hates it.

No no baby come here I’m so sorry I’m so sorry….she says as she hugs u and cries herself.

You sob into her shirt.

N-no I didn’t- I didn’t want to make u do that…Natalie…Natalie no I’m - im sorry for being such a

Baby no baby please…please please I didn’t mean it I’m sorry I’m sorry…

She’s crying into ur head as she holds you, kissing u repeatedly.

If u-u didn’t mean it why would- would you- why would u say that I tried helping u natty so-so many r-time natty why would y-you say that…Natalie I- no no why-

She holds you like you’ve just died in her arms. Regretting everything shes done like she killed you.

I tried keeping u clean. You whimper. If it was me the whole time….Natalie….

She stays silent and kisses ur temple. Shaking in regret.

It’s not you….I don’t know why I said that. I- I love u I swear I swear y/n

You lay there sobbing in her arms…sobbing even though u wanna be far away from her….u can’t though. You can’t even if this repeats, even if she’s drunk and yelling.

You love your Natalie.

She’s your natty.

She’s kissing ur temple tonight.

She’ll be yelling at u tomorrow.

She’ll be laughing at Kevin’s dumb behaviour with u tomorrow.

That’s your natty.

Your. Natty.

If you touch a drug or bottle again I’ll leave. U finally mutter into her chest.

You know u won’t leave. You love her too much.

Nat doesn’t.

Nat sobs into your hair.

I’m trying y/n….I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that I’m trying you know.

Nat sobs into you. Kissing ur temple.

You kiss the hand holding you.

Natty?

Yeah babygirl… she sniffles back.

Don’t fucking say that again. You shiver.

Nats face squirms, she tries not to cry.

Don’t fucking say that after everything I’ve done. After how much I love you. You say blankly.

Nat kisses your cheek in response. You feel her tears. Warm. Fresh. Regretting.

You can’t really stay up after this. Your day was exhausting, so was your night. You fall asleep in her arms.

So does she.

Both faces peaceful, tear filled yes….but peaceful.

We don’t know what is to come.

Atleast you have your natty.

Your. Natty.

#lottie x natalie #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #faniction #yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio x fem reader

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multiland · 2 years

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summary: you're used to your friend Wooyoung flirting and teasing you ruthlessly, and he seems to enjoy your failed attempts to play nonchalantly, your stammering and red cheeks to the point of amusement. until one day you get sick of it, and it's not funny anymore.

pairing: Wooyoung x Female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers

warnings: Dom Wooyoung. Wooyoung is dirty, his mouth is dirty, everything he does is dirty. A shit ton of teasing and sexual tension, handjob, blowjob, making out, dirty talk, slight manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex. Wooyoung is terrible, but he does it so well he's extremely hot.

word count: 7k+

a/n: okay not sure if this is good or not, but still, hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Doyeon says, placing her hands on her hips, narrowing eyes trying to focus on you before she gives up and covers them with her hand, protecting herself from the rays of the sun.

You cross your arms over your chest, sighing.

“It is that bad.” You affirm. “So bad it’s causing me inner drama and making the rest of the guys suspicious.”

You’re standing in your school's parking lot, waiting for your best friend to come and pick you up. Having this conversation with your female classmate wasn’t in your plans, but she’s the closest you have to a girl best friend and you were needing desperately to vent.

“But I thought you said it’s always been that way when it comes to him?” She questions, clearly confused as she tilts her head to the side.

“Yes, but, it’s like- It’s like it’s getting worse.” You explain hopelessly. “He’s always been flirtatious, but it’s crossing the line and I’m having mixed feelings.”

“Maybe he likes you.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head.

“Wooyoung? Like me?” You ask again. “Nah, he’s just… Wooyoung.”

Exactly. Wooyoung. That’s the name of the object of this conversation. One of your close friends, bubbly, funny, and charming in his own way. He’s been in your life for a couple of years now after San introduced the two of you at the library. Loud and way too confident to talk to you as if he had known you for years. He never cares about what people think and it could rub in the wrong way, but being the social butterfly that he is by nature, it didn’t take long before he managed to charm even a loner like you. He's sweet and fun, always making you laugh when you most need to.

He would often facetime you at nights when you had to stay up to work on a project, helping you to get rid of stress and just telling you everything would be fine. He was company when Seonghwa couldn't, he was there to smile at you even on the darkest days. He gets you random stuff he knows you like just because he saw them and thought of you, or let you claw your nails into his bicep whenever you go out to watch some of those scary movies the boys like but you absolutely hate.

He learned your favorite colors and food, is the first one to call you on your birthday when the clock marks midnight, and even decided to read about zodiac signs to try to understand some of your mood swings. He helps you cook or wash the dishes, even making Seonghwa think you'll replace him with Wooyoung at some point.

But that could never happen, cause you can't see Wooyoung the way you see Seonghwa, and your heart hurts, because Wooyoung is so good to you, and so fucking handsome, but everything's just a game to him, and you wish it wasn't, cause you don't wanna play.

He’s very particular, true to himself, and extremely authentic. It was a bit of a shock that he seemed to flirt with anyone anytime, but somehow you did not expect him to do it with you, especially for so long.

You’ve gone through different stages when it comes to this situation. At first, you got extremely flustered, then proceeded to laugh it off, and then you just ignored it. Starting off with small things such as him drinking from the same straw, tucking your hair behind your ear while you spoke, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin when you got messy. It wasn't bad, indeed, you thought it was sweet. It was all good, and you started taking it as part of his personality and not some kind of special treatment.

But not long ago, let’s say, a couple of weeks ago, it started to become worse.

He would move from just flirtatious remarks to light touches, lingering or stolen stares, and invading your personal space with some random clinginess you’re not sure where came from.

It shouldn’t be much of a problem. You could just shove him off and he’d eventually take the hint to stop. The issue is, you don’t ever stop him, because you don’t want to.

Having a crush on a guy like him won’t ever be helpful at all, and you’re well aware of it. That’s exactly the reason why whenever he’s closer to you than to the rest of the people, you feel special even when you know you’re not. Your heart races, your cheeks burn, and your hands sweat. It’s ridiculous, the way you can’t stop your own body from reacting like a high schooler to something you know isn’t more than just playful teasing.

The more he attempts to flirt, the more you feel. And certainly, the more you feel, the more it’s gonna hurt whenever he stops playing around and goes to someone who will really be special.

“Then maybe the problem is you. I mean, I would just push him away or something.” Doyeon shrugs. “Do you like him?”

Your cheeks burn at her question, opening your mouth to admit that yes, you do like him, and you want him in ways no friend should be wanted.

But before any sentence leaves your mouth, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re pulled against what seems to be a strong chest.

With a yelp escaping from your lips and your heart practically in your throat, then you hear it.

“Hi.”

Your eyes widen at Doyeon’s puzzled look before you turn your head and see the man beaming with his face on your shoulder.

“What the fuck, Wooyoung? You scared the hell out of me.” You say, releasing yourself from his hold and slapping his arm. He just chuckles, typical of Wooyoung.

You don’t see her, but Doyeon finally realizes, smirking before saying:

“I’ll go home now! See you on Monday!”

With a small wave and a wink to your way, she walks away before you can even process the words to reply.

You finally turn to face Wooyoung, and you almost instantly regret it judging by the way the sun glows against his features and make him look like some sort of walking masterpiece, with his tanned skin and his black locks falling over his eyes, yet subtly blowing in the wind. However, you clear your throat before he notices you staring.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Seonghwa?”

“He asked me to pick you up. He had some urgent errands to run, so he let me borrow the car to take you home.” He says, lifting his hand and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes following the simple action as if it was in slow motion, mentally cursing at your heart for jumping in response to something so small. He looks at you, still with that tight-lipped smile that makes his dimple show up. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asks then, a pout forming on his lips.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out of nowhere and almost give me a heart attack.” You say then, averting your gaze from him and hoping your attempts to look uninterested are good enough.

“I’m sorry.” He pouts again. “Come on, I’ll treat you bobba on the way.”

With that, you look back at him and try to hold back a smile, before starting to walk.

“Alright. Move your ass and it better be the big one.”

Wooyoung starts following you then, tucking his hand in his pocket and pulling out the car keys.

Around an hour later, you finally arrive home, carelessly opening the door and tossing your bag over the counter, kicking your shoes off without an ounce of grace. Wooyoung walks right behind you, closing the door before taking off his own shoes.

“As much as I don’t trust you not to burn my apartment, I have to take a shower. Take a seat and watch tv or something.” You say to him, lifting your hair up in a ponytail and tying it with the headband around your wrist. You glance at the man from over your shoulder, just to find him already looking at you with a cocked brow.

“How am I supposed to burn your apartment while watching tv?”

You hold back a chuckle, shrugging.

“Knowing you, you’d find a way.”

“Rude.” He says, rolling his eyes. “Go do your thing, I promise I won’t burn down your apartment for now.”

You smile.

“You better.” You add, making your way upstairs to disappear into the bathroom.

The warm water helps you relax instantly. You hum contently as you carefully wash yourself; if you could spend the whole day in the shower, you gladly would.

But you have to pay for water, so much to your disdain, you leave the shower and grab a towel before you notice you forgot to take your clean clothes with you, again.

With a groan, you wrap the towel around you and open the door that leads to your bedroom.

And then you see Wooyoung on your bed, scrolling through social media without a care in the world. And you scream, and that makes him turn his head to look at you.

“What are you doing here?!” You cry out, holding onto the towel tightly. He looks confused, before he notices there’s only a white piece of fabric covering your modesty.

He stifles a laugh.

“Why’d you scream? It’s not like you didn’t know I was here.” He reasons, sitting up and tossing his phone to the side.

Your cheeks burn, probably tinted in red at the embarrassment. Knowing your voice will leave your throat in a high-pitched tone, you gulp before continuing.

“I told you to stay downstairs! I just got a shower! Did you really think it was a good idea to come to my room?”

Wooyoung shrugs.

“I mean, normal people usually get dressed in the bathroom.” He says. “Calm down, it’s not like you’re naked.”

“Only half!” You whine.

He chuckles.

“That towel looks good on you, by the way.”

“Wooyoung!”

“Fine, fine.” He lifts his hands in surrender, standing up. Your gaze follows his movements, hoping he will just walk out of the room, but instead, he grabs the hem of his shirt and quickly pulls it over his head.

A rush of heat runs throughout your body, pupils blown in surprise at the sight of his naked torso. Sun-kissed and well-built, muscled, delicious.

“What t-”

Your eyes can’t help but roam all over him, until his voice snaps you back.

“Here. Now we’re both half-naked.”

“Oh my god, get out of my room!” You finally say, pushing him to the door. He only laughs out loud, ignoring the way your hands burn at the contact with his soft skin. You finally close the door and lock it, pressing your back against the wooden surface and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Your stomach is flipping around as you bring your hand up to your cheek to touch the overheated flesh, knot in your throat, pulse hammering, and knees wobbly.

He’s gonna be the death of you.

Time goes by and in a blink of an eye, some of your friends are gathered in your living room, a pile of snacks scattered across the coffee table and the carpeted floor, lights dimmed and a loud movie you’re not really paying attention to is playing in the background.

The awkward encounter you had a couple of hours ago with Wooyoung back in your room keeps replaying in your head. The way his eyes were lit with so much mischief and his bare chest on full display for you to touch, looking so tempting and forbidden at the same time. It shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but it is, and he’s acting as if nothing ever happened and that somehow angers you even more.

Luckily for you, your friends arrived before you had time to face him alone when you exited your room, helping you avoid an even more uncomfortable conversation that you know for a fact he wouldn’t have taken seriously.

He hasn’t stopped, whatsoever, giving you glances in hopes you’d meet his gaze so he can continue teasing you, but since you know him so well, you keep avoiding eye contact despite the feeling of his dark orbs all over you.

Sitting between Seonghwa and Mingi, you feel more at ease, both large frames being enough coverage for you. You’re getting bored, and your head is leaning against Seonghwa’s shoulder. You had promised to scold him as soon as you saw him for putting you into the lion’s cage, but that was long forgotten with all the circus running through your mind.

You don’t realize the way that you absentmindedly scan the room, too deep into your own head as your eyes find their way to the man across the room, who’s sitting on a loveseat with San between his thighs. He looks oddly focused, invested in the movie with seriousness plastered across his face, fingers resting against his chin as you don’t seem able to miss the way the artificial light illuminates every feature, every beauty mark of his. Your eyes then move down to his lips as he presses the tip of his digits against the soft flesh. Your mind goes running, the plumpiness is so inviting, looking as soft and smooth as a marshmallow. Why are you suddenly wishing those weren’t his fingers, but yours instead? Or even worse, why are you wishing those were your own lips?

Your gaze is apparently heavy enough for him to feel it, and he whips his head in your direction. His expression shifts ever so slightly and you notice the way the corners of his lips move upwards. You have been caught staring, and you know he won’t ever let you live this down.

You’re quick to look away and back to the tv screen, clearing your suddenly dry throat as your leg keeps bouncing anxiously.

Your best friend notices, placing his hand on the top of your knee. You move your head away from his shoulder and look at him, his brows are furrowed.

“Why are you so anxious?” He asks in concern, and you wish you could tell him, but you can’t even bring yourself to do it. Not here with everyone, with him around.

You smile, shaking your head.

“It’s nothing, just a cramp.” You lie, and he doesn’t seem to buy it, which only makes you even more anxious, so you stand up. “I’ll go grab something to drink.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

You shake your head, “I’m okay.” You add, walking away and finding shelter in your small kitchen.

You rest your hands against the counter, leaning forward and sighing. You want to pull on your hair and slap yourself back to reality, scold yourself because you can’t be acting so weird for something so small. If only you didn’t like him, if only you hadn’t been fantasizing over him for months, you could’ve just shrugged the whole incident off. Stupid head, stupid hormones, and stupid heart. Stupid Wooyoung with his stupid witty remarks, with his winks and those beautiful piercing eyes that you often lose yourself into. Stupid Park Seonghwa for making you spend time alone with someone so dangerous for both your heart and your body.

You finally stand up straight, moving to the refrigerator and taking different beverages. You place them on the counter, only keeping a can of coke you open and take a swig from.

The door then swings open, and as if life wasn’t playing enough for you, Wooyoung is the one who enters. He runs his fingers through his hair and a subtle smile forms on his face at the sight of you.

“Hey. You good?”

“Hey. Yeah.” You respond, looking down to your feet as you take another swig of your coke. “What brings you here?”

Wooyoung smiles but looks confused, as he stretches his arms over his head. His shirt rides up right at the moment your eyes move to take a glimpse of his tummy. You press them shut and choke on the sweet liquid. The man hurries to gently pat your back.

“You okay? What’s gotten into you?” He chuckles, and you finally stop coughing and place the can on the counter, hand flying to your chest as you try to soothe the uncomfortable feeling.

“Nothing.” You say, clearing your throat. “It went down the wrong way.”

He doesn’t move, though. He stands right next to you, inches apart with one of his hands on the edge of the counter at your right side. He doesn’t speak, just looks down at you, and you have no choice but to look up.

“I see.” He finally mumbles. “You composed yourself rather quickly, though. I wonder how many times you’ve choked.” He adds, moving his other arm and finally caging you. The small of your back presses against the countertop, heart hammering as he leans in, a smirk now plastered on his face.

Your teeth are sinking into your lip so hard it could draw blood, but you’re too dazed to notice until he grabs your chin with his right hand and tugs the flesh out from between your teeth with his thumb. Your eyes stare up at him through your eyelashes, and as if it was even possible, he looks even more beautiful from up close.

“Wooyoung, what are you doing?” You whisper, and he hums.

“Don’t bite your lip, I might think you’re nervous.” He teases. “Your lips seem so soft, they're so pretty it would be a shame if they got bruised… Unless...” He continues, running his thumb over the flesh.

He leans even closer, and you can feel his breath against your mouth, his nose slightly brushing with yours as his taller frame presses against your small one. Your eyes widen at first, breath hitching in your throat at the sudden proximity. You want to say something, anything, but no words come out. Your hands move up to his chest, pushing him away being your intention, however, your fingers only curl onto the fabric of his shirt.

He’s about to kiss you, you can tell by the way his eyes continue moving from your eyes to your lips and back up. You don’t have the will to stop it, and you really think you want it to happen, so you don’t move. But Instead, he just steps away from you, one of the drinks in hand as he smirks.

“Came here for a drink.” He says, winking.

You look at him in disbelief, cheeks burning hot and blood boiling in your veins. He takes a sip of his drink and you just want to punch him in the face.

“What the fuck.” You mutter through gritted teeth, and he laughs.

“You thought I was really going to kiss you, you should’ve seen your face.” He says, still chuckling as he chugs on his drink. “You panicked.”

You inhale, fists balling at your sides.

“Fuck you.” You spit, moving to walk out of the kitchen, but he stops you with his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You really got mad?”

Looking at him from over your shoulder, you scoff. Because you wish he would’ve really kissed you.

“You’re an idiot, that’s what’s wrong.” You say, shrugging his hand away and going back to the living room.

You plop yourself not so subtly back on your seat, Seonghwa’s eyes flying to you.

“Why did it take you so long? Where are the drinks?”

Fuck, you totally forgot.

You’re about to answer, but then Wooyoung appears in the room with all the drinks.

“Here.” He says, handing one to Seonghwa as he looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, so he proceeds to give the rest of the drinks to the rest of the boys before he sits back on the loveseat.

“Hwa.” You call, your best friend turning his head to look at you. “Next time, send San to pick me up.”

His brows furrow once again, but sensing your discomfort he decides not to push and keep quiet. He’s no stranger to the dynamic between you and Wooyoung, practically used to you getting annoyed, what he’s really oblivious to this time, though, is how serious your feelings are this once.

Around midnight the movie is over, the lights are on and the boys are diligently cleaning up the mess before they leave. You’re washing the dishes in the kitchen, with San by your side telling you about his day, and you smile because you really needed someone to get you out of your head.

You haven’t spoken with Wooyoung, and he’s sitting at the dining table with his phone in hand as you ignore his presence. But then San goes back to the living room to see if they need more help, and you’re left alone with him again.

You hope he takes the hint and doesn’t approach, as you try to focus on the task at hand.

But you should’ve known that’s not how Wooyoung works.

He stands up from the seat and walks towards you, leaning his back against the counter. You don’t say anything, but feel his eyes on you right away.

“Are you still mad?” He asks, you don’t respond, which makes him sigh. “I was just messing around.”

“Whatever.”

“Seriously, why are you so angry? It’s not the first time I play with you like this.”

You keep quiet for a brief moment, collecting your thoughts before you finally speak, still not looking at him.

“Have you ever stopped to think for a second and consider that maybe people don’t want to play that kind of game with you?”

He frowns, ready to speak when you finish with the dishes and dry your hands with a towel, but that’s right when Seonghwa walks in.

“Okay, I made sure everything was left clean.” He says, walking to you and draping his arm around your shoulders, side hugging you. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

“Other than a good sleep? No, I’m good, Hwa.”

Seonghwa nods, then looks at Wooyoung.

“Then let’s go, Woo.” He says. “Where did you put the keys?”

“Counter next to the entrance.” Wooyoung says, eyes still glued to the side of your face in hopes you’ll look back at him. “Go ahead, I’ll take an uber after.”

“You don’t have to.” You’re quick to say, turning your head to glare at him.

Seonghwa, now puzzled, senses the tension between the two of you and asks.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You glare at Wooyoung again, and Seonghwa is now even more confused.

“We just need to talk about some stuff.” Wooyoung addresses, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, we don’t.” You retort.

Seonghwa watches the two of you contradicting each other, looking at you.

“Is this why you asked me to send San instead next time?”

Wooyoung snaps his head in your direction, expression filled with disbelief.

“You did what?”

Seonghwa’s eyes fix on the younger male, a stern expression on his face.

“What did you do, Wooyoung?”

“I—” He begins, but you cut him off.

“It’s nothing, Hwa. Really. He’s just being annoying and I’m not in the mood.”

Wooyoung keeps staring at you as you speak, then Seonghwa continues.

“Then let’s go, Woo. Leave her alone for now.”

Wooyoung shakes his head.

“Hyung, I already told you. Please go ahead.”

Seonghwa looks at you then, waiting for approval. You glance at Wooyoung and his pleading look, then sigh.

“It’s okay, Hwa.”

The eldest sighs then nods.

“Stop bugging her, Wooyoung. If she tells me you continued, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” He warns, moving towards you and wrapping you in a hug that you immediately reciprocate, burying your face in his chest and smiling. “Take care, call me if you need anything.” He says with a soft smile. “And I mean, anything.” He adds, glaring at Wooyoung.

You nod and pull back from his arms. He pats Wooyoung on the shoulder and finally walks out of the kitchen.

Everything stays quiet for a moment, the tension between you and your friend way too thick until you hear the front door slam closed, sighing and exiting the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind you.

“Did you really tell Seonghwa hyung you didn’t want me to pick you up?” Wooyoung asks without hesitance, as you take a sit on the couch, not saying a word. “Was it because of what happened earlier in your room? Or was it because of what happened in the kitchen?” He insists, taking the free spot next to yours, body in your direction as you keep staring ahead.

“It’s everything, Woo.” You finally speak. “It’s the way you can’t seem to stop with your stupid games.”

Wooyoung sighs, rubbing his hands over his jeans in what looks like wiping of sweat.

“Look, I never thought I’d make you upset. We’ve always had this kind of dynamic and I thought you were oka—”

“Well, you need to stop or one day someone is going to think you like them and catch feelings.”

His face twists in confusion.

“What?”

You take a deep breath, finally moving your body to fully face him, your eyes stern.

“You just can’t be flirting and fooling around with everyone and get touchy and almost kiss people. It’s not a fun game and you can actually hurt feelings.”

Wooyoung processes your words briefly, then says:

“Is that your case?”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“See? No point in having this conversation. You can’t be serious for five seconds or take my words seriously. You sure as fuck know how to push my buttons.”

You try to stand up, but yelp at the sudden way he clasps his hand around your wrist and pulls you down.

“I’m not done talking.” He says, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. “I’m being serious now. Is that your case?”

“That’s not the point!” You retaliate, shoving his hand away from your face. “What do you care if it’s the case or not? You can’t play with people’s minds like that and not expect there to be consequences, I wish you would understand that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because at first, I tried to ignore it. Think this was part of your personality!” You sigh, running your hands across your face. “But then it got worse and I got confused!"

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you’re my friend above anything.”

“I just wish you would stop acting like that.” You blurt out, instant regret washing over you at the loud and unbearable silence. He hasn’t even flinched, his piercing gaze just continues to be glued to your face. "I wish you would stop being so inconsiderate of my feelings, I wish you'd stop pretending you're gonna do something when you won't. To stop giving me everything and nothing at the same time. You don't even like me that way."

“Who said I don’t?”

“Woo, I’ve seen you around people.”

“So you automatically assume that because I like teasing I get touchy and this close with just anyone?”

You shrug.

“It’s hard not to think so.” You admit.

Wooyoung keeps silent, and your eyes search for him until you notice the way he’s holding back a smile. You frown then, annoyed.

“I also wish you would fucking take me seriously.” You whine.

“You’re just too cute.” He chuckles, cupping your face with his large hands, and rubbing your cheeks with his thumb before planting a kiss on your forehead. You freeze, heart thumping and skin bristling at the sudden action. “I’ve just been trying to get you to make a move, sweetie.” He snickers. “At first I thought you weren't into me, but I knew better when you started getting shy and clumsy whenever I teased you.”

You push back and look at him in confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“You really thought I would cross the boundaries if I didn’t want you for real?” He asks, placing both hands on your waist and pulling you against him, arms later moving to wrap around your frame and press your body to his. He smirks, lifting one hand to run his fingers through your hair, pushing it back carefully. “Silly baby, if only you knew how cute you are in my eyes. I thought I liked it when you played tough and tried to blow me off, but I like it even more when you react to me.”

Your fingers once again curl in his shirt, faces so close yet so far from one another. His scent is hypnotizing, the sweetness of his cologne sending you to a frenzy right away. His words make you shiver, and you’re sure if you weren’t sitting right now, you would’ve lost your balance.

“What are you—”

He chuckles again, eyes moving as his fingers dance from your cheek to your jaw, to your neck then to your shoulder, then slowly running downwards along your arm. He notices the shivers his touch elicits, and his eyes go back to yours, darker and mischievous.

And god, is he beautiful.

“Your skin is so smooth and soft, I just can’t stop thinking about running my mouth all over it.” He mutters as his hand finally reaches your waist. You whimper when his fingers dig on your skin, looking down between your bodies and then looking up just to find him biting his lower lip. Your temperature is dangerously increasing, your underwear becoming sticky with the lightest touches and just a couple of words from his mouth. Pathetic. “I thought I had been obvious all this time, but you still managed to get me wrong.” He smiles, leaning forward to brush his cheek against yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and sending waves of electricity throughout your limbs. “My eyes were instantly drawn to you since the first day, surrendering to your feet, with that vanilla smell in your hair, those pink lips, and the sweet way they move whenever you speak.” He continues, his hot breath traveling down your neck as he places soft kisses along the column of it, and at the top of your shoulder. “Then I got to know you, and you got me wrapped around your little finger.” He hums, slightly pushing back and holding at your chin to make you look into his hooded eyes. “What do you think about when you're alone, hm? Is it me?”

You consider pushing back and questioning him about everything, the insecurity and doubts wanting to find a spot in your brain that’s now too drunk on him to even let them in. So you close your eyes and sigh as his lips run over your earlobe and right below.

“Yes.” You mumble. “I’ve wanted you so much all this time.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, placing another soft kiss on your cheek before pushing back just enough to look into your eyes.

"You wanted to kiss me so bad you got mad when I pulled back, baby?" He asks now, a teasing tone still lingering in his voice. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip, his tongue darting out to wet his own.

You pout, looking at him through your lashes once again, melting his heart. "Yes." You confess.

He smiles, his teeth slightly grazing his lower lip. "We can't let you be upset about that, now can we?" He mumbles before he leans in to finally kiss you, and you feel like your brain could explode in pure ecstasy, knowing you're finally having what you've dreamed about for a long time. His lips mold with yours deliciously, tongues meeting for the first time and sending shivers down your spine, taking your breath away. You can feel your pulse hammering in your ears, your stomach flipping, your body setting aflame.

When he moves back, still lazily brushing his lips over the corner of your mouth and jaw, he goes: “I think about you so much, always missing you. How can you think I don’t like you?” He asks, pressing his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. “How could that be possible…” He trails off, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his crotch, pressing your palm against his hard erection. “When this is what you do to me with so little?”

You gasp at the feeling, applying slight pressure and making him groan. At this point, there’s a mess between your legs, throbbing, clenching around nothing. As if on cue, he places his hand on your exposed thigh, moving it up slowly.

“Fuck, Wooyoung.”

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, touch me.”

Wooyoung lets out a breathy chuckle, sliding his hand up and up until it finds purchase on your clothed core. He presses his slender fingers against the fabric, and you’re quick to mewl.

“Here?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

He hums, rubbing up and down. It’s nowhere near what you’d feel without all the fabric, but it still feels delicious.

“I will give you what you want.” He says, planting a kiss on your jaw. “But after you make it up to me.”

He pushes back and you suddenly feel cold and confused. Furrowing your brows you look at him questioningly.

“Wait, what?”

He smiles and moves to sit straight and press his back against the couch. His legs spread, hands on his sides.

“You made me think I had fucked up and I felt guilty.” He says. “If you want me to touch you, then make it up to me.”

Your eyes flick from his face to between his legs. Gulping, you feel nervousness embracing you.

“I— uh, how?”

Wooyoung chuckles.

“Well, you could start by touching me, silly.” He responds, motioning with his head for you to move.

Hesitant, you move to sit on your ankles, lifting your hands to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. With a lift of his hips, he helps you push them down along with his underwear before his cock finally springs free, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his tip, leaking beads of pre-cum. You smear it down with your finger, hand wrapping around his shaft to start pumping. His muscles tense, and subtle grunts fall from his mouth. Your wrist twists, holding onto him tightly and applying pressure as you go up and down, slowly increasing the movements.

He starts cursing under his breath, and you notice the way his fingers are digging onto the cushions. You start feeling more and more aroused by the way he reacts to you, powerful, taking control. You’re suddenly not shy anymore as you grab his face with your free hand and make him look at you.

“Feels good?” You ask, and he chuckles breathlessly.

“Mhmm.” He smirks. “So good.”

Your change your hand to be able to play with his balls, which makes him moan right away. You smile, adoring his fucked out expression. More pre-cum leaking from his tip, you take advantage of the moment he looks at you to run your finger over it and bring it to your lips, pressing his arousal against your tongue.

His lips curve into a smirk.

“Fucking dirty.” He says. “Let me see.”

You stick your tongue out, and he can see the glistening of pre-cum you haven’t swallowed yet. But right before you can, his hand flies to your chin and he sits up, leaning forward and pressing his tongue against yours, followed by a kiss you were not expecting. You moan against his mouth at the idea of him tasting himself on you, and your grip on him only tightens, catching up speed. He breaks the kiss and pulls back to pant, moans, and curses filling the room before he grabs your wrist and halts your movements.

You look confused when he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room joined by his pants.

“Undress and lay down.” He orders, stroking his length lazily as you obey. His eyes follow every movement, devouring you with his gaze until you’re finally laying down on the couch. “Good girl. Now I’m gonna hover over you, and you’re gonna do what I ask you to, yeah?”

“Yes.”

He straddles you then, one knee on top of the sofa at your side and the other leg stretched and supporting his body weight on the floor. He runs his fingers once again through your hair, smiling sweetly at you.

“Are you okay with this? Please, let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything.”

You smile, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m okay, Woo. I want this.”

“Good.”

He moves a little further up, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other one placed on the armrest. He looks down at you and smirks, you smirk back, dying to touch him. You could swear you’ve never seen something so erotic and delicious in your life.

“Lick.” He says. At first, you think he means his cock, but when he doesn’t move his hand away you know he means his balls, so you do what he says. You stick your tongue out again and lick a long strip, kissing and playing with them. Wooyoung gasps at the contact of your wet muscle, hips rocking and grinding onto your mouth. You close your eyes and enjoy, testing the waters and sucking as well, which gifts you with a long moan from his lips. “Fuck, you’re so good. Such a filthy girl, sucking my balls so eagerly, hm?” He says, pumping his cock at the rhythm of your tongue, the slick sounds that emanate from the movements of his fist, probably coating his own hand with his arousal as he uses it as a lube is making your head spin, so you moan against him. His breath is labored as he continues moving, having your tongue all over his skin and your mouth encasing his sensitive nutsack. He leans back just enough to swipe his finger between your folds, making you moan once again.

“Fuck, fuck, Woo.” You cry out when he applies pressure on your clit, rubbing circles as you try to continue your ministrations. It's salacious, filthy the way you're so wet it can make such loud sounds, embarrassing, but he adores it.

“So wet and warm for me.” He hisses. “Did you get so riled up over our little argument and a few touches?" He chuckles breathlessly. "Can’t wait to be inside you, baby, I'm gonna slide in and out with so much ease, my cock is going to drown in you.”

He shifts position, tapping your mouth with the head of his cock. You stick it out for him, and he starts rocking his hips to rub his tip against your tongue for a moment, finally sliding his cock fully into your mouth.

You do your best to breathe through your nose as he slowly reaches the back of your throat. You gag, he pulls back, then goes back in, gently fucking your face with his dick.

“I knew you’d sound good choking on my cock.” He grunts as you swirl your tongue around his cock, hands still playing with his balls as you do so. He sucks a breath and continues cursing, praising you under his breath as you focus on his girth and his protruding veins.

"So big, such a yummy cock, Woo."

"You have such a dirty mouth, huh? Using it like you mean it."

His fingers are still rubbing your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach already forming your climax approaching. Your moans around his length only drive him closer to the edge, one final curse from his mouth before he pulls away from you, edging the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you sit up, the back of your hand wiping the drool from your chin. Wooyoung says nothing, instead grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up his shoulder. You squeak as he takes you to your bedroom.

Closing the door with his foot, he throws you on the bed, climbing to hover over you, both hands at the sides of your head as he looks into your eyes.

“Would never fuck you on a couch for the first time, sweetheart.” He says, and you roll your eyes, chuckling.

He leans down, connecting your lips to a real kiss. You kiss him back eagerly, the feeling even better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your hands fly to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his black locks as his right hand cups your cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, wanting to feel him even closer to you as his tongue continuously presses on yours. He grinds down on you, and you feel his hard cock against your stomach before he moves his hand down between your legs, not wasting time before he slides two digits inside you. You break the kiss with a moan, head thrown back that makes him start kissing on your neck, tongue lapping onto your burning skin, lips brushing up and down, along with light sucks.

He starts scissoring his fingers, pumping them in and out of you before twisting his wrist to curl his fingers and reach the spot that soon has you rolling your eyes back.

“Fuck, Woo, don’t stop, p-please.” You say, hands clawing onto his biceps. You feel his smirk against your skin as he increases his movements enough to have you begging for more with cries of his name.

“So tight, look at you losing it over just my fingers.” He mocks in between kisses. “How many times have you gotten off thinking of me, baby? Did you cry out my name like this?”

You nod, too fucked up to trust your own voice. He chuckles as he leaves kisses across your body, going lower, and lower until you feel his lips around your clit. Your eyes shot open, looking down at him, who’s already looking up at you as his merciless tongue flicks against your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” You mewl, back arching and hand flying down to grab a fistful of his hair. Your hips move on autopilot, grinding against his face as your thighs threaten to close around his head. Wooyoung is quick to spread you open again without stopping, and soon you’re breaking down, your first orgasm washing over you.

He rides you through it until you’re too sensitive and have to push his head back. He sits up and smirks, chin coated in your juices that he wipes with the back of his hand.

“So tasty.”

You place your hands behind his head and pull him into a hot, sloppy kiss.

“Please fuck me.” You mumble against his mouth, hand moving down to squeeze his cock.

“Fuck.” He grunts. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

You shake your head.

“I’m on birth control. I trust you.”

Wooyoung looks at you for a moment, a sweet smile that can’t compare to his previous smirks full of mischief adorns his face before he goes down to kiss you again.

He lines himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. You groan, and so does he, breaking away from the kiss due to the urge to throw his head back.

You can’t help but stare at him as he starts moving, hands holding onto your waist, veiny arms flexing under the dim lights. His tanned skin is covered in sweat that glistens as much as the chain hanging from his neck. The sound of skin slapping and moans harmonize the quiet room.

His hand moves to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking the perked nipple. You’re in a daze, and you need more of him despite having him all to yourself, so you place your hands on his shoulders and pull him against you, wrapping your arms around him, digging your nails in his back, and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as you kiss his neck, lips and tongue running across his skin, leaving traces he will be able to see tomorrow. Wooyoung is losing his mind, the feeling of your warm walls engulfing him almost unbearable in the best sense of the word. The sounds you make are exquisite, and when he feels your nails scratching his back in pleasure when you start clenching around him so tightly, he’s pushed even closer to the edge.

“Ah, fuck baby. You’re taking me so well.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “So crazy about you and the way you squeeze me. My pretty little thing, made just for me.”

His movements increase, hips snapping in hard motions when he finally reaches down to rub circles against your already sensitive clit. You cry out, clinging onto him for dear life as another orgasm approaches. Your walls spasming, clenching around Wooyoung so hard he feels he could burst a nut. Your fingers run up to tangle again in his hair, pulling at the roots as you moan against his ear.

He goes feral, moans getting louder when he finally reaches his climax, and you reach yours. His hips continue snapping furiously as he shots his seed inside of you, riding the two of you out of your orgasms, chanting the other's name.

He pulls out of you, hands moving to support his weight at the sides of your head. The two of you try then to catch your breaths, your eyes glued to his post-orgasmic glory, mind numb as your mouth speaks on its own.

“I love you so much. I think I might be in love with you.”

Wooyoung looks up at you when you say that, and you think you may have ruined the moment. You want to take it back, but you know you can’t. Should you apologize?

His expression softens, and a small smile appears. He cups your face in his hand, leaning down to kiss you.

This kiss, however, is different. It’s soft, it’s sweet. This kiss is slow, he takes his time in making your heart swell. His fingers caress your face so gently you could cry, and then you know he doesn’t really need to say the words back for you to know how he feels.

But he does.

“I love you too, baby. And I’m definitely in love with you.”

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