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hot sexy awkward looking bad posture butch lesbian 20 something year old in floral button down shirt top button buttoned tucked into belted cargo shorts wearing crocs with poofy hair at the abba cover band concert have me 😭😭😭😭🤤🤤🤤
#definitely goes to a barber shop#if you still go to the salon you’re not masc enough for me i’m coming out as transhet4butch#CROCS WITH SOCKS that don’t match
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nate w reader that has baby fever
Hi anon, this was fun lovey xx
Baby Fever with Nate Jacobs
Slight breeding kink mentioned but not rlly, ditzy reader, Nate being reasonable??
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“Nate”
“No.”
“But Nate—“
“Y/n, please.”
You stare at your now provoked boyfriend, who is frustratingly trying to get through his school work. He’s sat at his desk, his books messily sprawled across the surface of the smooth wood, textbook open and notebook filled with neat handwriting as he burns through each question. By this point, his mind is eagerly fighting to stay focused, but as long as you’re there in his bed beside him, he knows he won’t finish.
“Nate!” You yell again, this time biting your tongue from laughter as you can see his face grow red with tension.
“Y/n, I said no,” he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling like he can’t keep up with neither you or his homework. Defeat wasn’t an easy solution for him.
“But whyyy,” you whine as you turn off your phone and lay on your chest, your legs happily kicking away. Dressed in nothing but Nate’s oversized sweater and some knee high socks, he would be an absolute liar if he didn’t find you so desirably hot in this very moment.
But he also found the strength to maintain his composure with what little self respect he had for himself.
“Because we’re too young to have a fucking baby,” he sighs, stopping himself from raising his voice at you without the further intent of making you feel like you’ve done something wrong.
It doesn’t phase you though.
You roll your eyes, exaggerating the size of them as you huff in annoyance of your boyfriend being extremely noncompliant with your needy request.
In all fairness, it wasn’t your fault.
You were cute. Nate was really fucking cute. Thus, the rash realization that the two of you would definitely make cute babies.
“Okay so not now…,” you speak to him as if you’re trying to trick him. The way your voice trails with giddiness sets him to believe that whatever you’re conspiring isn’t going to be reasonable or ideally realistic.
He stares at you with a blank expression, his eyes don’t flash their usual sparkle and he seems rather unimpressed by how good you are at making him feel irked.
“Sooooo what about tomorrow?”
He slams his textbook down, the noise is loud and almost thunderous as you slightly jolt. Your smile fades as you can see he might actually be upset, but it didn’t make sense.
When the two of you got down to business, he praised you. He acted like he worshiped the very ground you walked on and treated you like a princess. He’d whisper things to you—very private, sentimental statements that made your heart flutter with an overwhelming sense of pride.
And now he was mad at you?
You cross your arms, trying not to let out all the steam burried inside your frustrations as he was quick to apologize.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead as he took a seat next to you. He ran his fingers down your bare thigh, the smooth motion of his hands were enough to make you feel relaxed again, but he wasn’t off the hook.
“If you’re so sorry, why can’t you give me a baby…” you pout, tossing him a big frown that almost made him feel sorry for you.
He doesn’t know how to explain it, it seems you’re too cooped up in your own little fantasy world where having baby isn’t unrealistic and wouldn’t be a huge deal.
“Y/n,” he carefully plays with your hair, pushing a loose strand behind your ear to see the full extent of your face on display, however, you didn’t seem happy. “We’re in high school, how are we going to juggle having a baby?”
“Ugh,” you push him away, playfully of course, “don’t give me that talk, Nate.”
He shrugs his shoulders, letting his mind trail to the possibilities of getting you pregnant. and in all honesty, it didn’t seem too bad. He always wanted a child, but the timing and the moment just didn’t match up with that idea.
It would cause havoc, with both your family and his. He had no doubt about that as he could hear his fathers aggravating voice shout in his head, telling him how much of an awful father he would turn out to be. That alone was offputting.
“Don’t you wanna cum in me?”
And there you were, edging him with that soft voice of yours that knew how to get him riled up with heat. You bat your eyelashes, titling your head with a devious grin.
“Fill me up with your baby? I know you want to….Nate.” The words roll off your toungue as he fails to keep himself from melting away. He wants nothing more than to make you his—but would he ruin his life just to give you something that you want?
That would be something the two of you would find out—in a few months time.
#jacob elordi#euphoria fanfic#euphoria#nate jacobs x y/n#nate jacobs x you#nate jacobs x reader#felix catton x you#felix catton#saltburn#felix catton x reader#felix catton x y/n#felix catton smut#saltburn 2023#jacob elordi x reader#felix catton fanfic#nate jacobs smut#jacob elordi fanfic#jacob elordi fanfiction
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🗒️ 、 TYPES OF BOYFRIENDS WITH ENHYPEN!
enhypen ot7 x fem!reader warnings -
( heeseung ) as your loser bf
— don’t be fooled by his stunning visuals, lee heeseung is a loser. he is most probably the type of boyfriend who’ll buy those silly socks with his favourite ramyeon brand patterned on it, asking you to match with him. you can’t say no to him, but blaring red shin ramyeon socks are definitely not the best thing to wear out to meet your friends. you end up persuading him by saying that you’ll match with him when you’re alone and he agrees ( thank god )
the rest under the cut !
( jongseong ) as your embarrassing bf
— when i mean embarrassing, i mean endearingly embarrassing. the kind of boyfriend who will shout across a carpark that he loves you, along with the furious waves of his hands and if that doesn’t make your cheeks red enough, he’s asking ( shouting ) you why you’re not saying it back. he gives immense princess treatment and will bring a camera everywhere, asking you to take a picture every ten minutes. collects them and makes a collage for each date for keeps.
( jaeyun ) as your clueless bf
— sim jaeyun is so goddamn oblivious about anything going around around him it’s so adorable. and it makes him treasure every single surprise ten times more because of this trait. you could literally buy him a lego set and leave it out in the open and he probably won’t question a single thing. when you tell him gossip about a person you dislike, he’ll be like “yeah i hate her too, who is she again?” will get you mixed up with your own story
( sunghoon ) as your competitive bf
— coming from a sports background, how can sunghoon not make everything a competition ( it’s literally entwined in his bones ). imagine going to a restaurant to eat, he will bring it up if his food arrives before yours. even when you bid goodbye to him and tell him that you love him, he’ll definitely say something like “no, i love you more, i win,” when it was never a competition to even begin with. ( but he wins things for you during fair dates so you can’t complain )
( sunoo ) as your simp bf
— sunoo will brag about you anywhere he goes, if you are the topic of the conversation or even if you’re not, he’ll find a way to bring you up. he will stop anything to attend to your needs, and will do anything for you. you’re tired and need help drying your hair, he’ll do it, even if he complains about it “why can’t you do it yourself” he still ends up doing it for you ( god bless me i need sunoo in my life )
( jungwon ) as your possessive bf
— i haven’t really seen much about jungwon being a clingy boyfriend, but i am 1000% sure he is clingy and possessive. has an arm around you at all times, and will constantly compliment you on absolutely anything. most definitely will say “wear what you want, i can fight” and he will fight for you no matter what. is the type of boyfriend to tease you a lot, but can’t take it if someone else teases you.
( riki ) as your playful bf
— you and riki have the goofiest dates that are out of the world, forget watching a movie or going to the fair ( pft boring ) you’re probably having a water fight in your backyard at 2 in the morning, trying to make the weirdest yet tastiest food combinations, filming the weirdest tiktok challenges or seeing who can make the funniest capcut edits. will definitely throw you the worst pickup lines at random moments “hey girl, are you fever? because you make me weak”
© SJYUNS
#⪩⪨ mikaela's#enhypen#enhypen headcanons#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen soft hours#heeseung x reader#jongseong x reader#jay x reader#jaeyun x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#riki x reader#kpop headcanons#kpop fluff
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(extremely talented, creative) stalker
alexia putellas x reader
based on this and a poem from when i was little. i chose alexia because she fit the character more and i rushed this immensely because i was being pestered for attention by multiple creatures. oh and i went for something decently light-hearted bc these hozier fics have been affecting my soul and ruining my spotify daylists.
happy monday people x
p.s. not proof-read because it's lunchtime and i'm hungry (edit: i just did my proof-read now and i've realised that it was in fact not lunchtime??? it was past lunchtime and i was just zoned out!)
Alexia doesn’t care much for art. Sure, she admires the effort, the time such talent sits behind a canvas and marks something that was once blank until others begin to value it. She agrees with the masses about the beauty of quaint watercolour paintings of the coast, and she lets Mapi rave about charcoal and graphite and oils as if she understands what is so special about the varying media.
She knows she is only here today because the art is about sports. The gallery seems almost reluctant to allow the athletes in, worried they have brought with them their football boots and cones to dribble around, but it would be bad practice to prohibit the muses from the collection. She isn’t an idiot, though, and she knows that no amount of forced reading about the artist and other sophisticated matters will slip her seamlessly into the crowd.
There are lots of people; people she has never heard of, but make it clear they are far superior to her by the way in which their eyes politely drop to the tattoos inked onto her calloused hands. Their skin is soft, accustomed to the stems of crystal champagne flutes, and the drawings that hold so much personal meaning to the footballer are scrutinised to the point of silent… offence.
So much for appreciators of art, she thinks to herself, counting down the minutes until it is acceptable for her to leave.
With a huff and a vow to never – no matter how much she earns – forget where she has come from, Alexia staggers, uncomfortable in these particular heels, towards the painting she deems easiest to understand.
It is the largest in the room: deep, crimson reds on top of familiar greens, streaks of gold falling out of a ponytail.
Call Alexia egotistical, but anyone would be drawn to a painting of themselves.
The artist has done a good job, she guesses, not entirely sure if there is a deeper meaning behind the grass stains on her socks or the crumpled shading of her Spain jersey. It is a little creepy that someone she does not know has captured her likeness so expertly, so practised.
“The nose isn’t quite right,” a voice says beside her.
Alexia turns in surprise, amused enough by the stranger’s observation to examine her painted face, eyes not drawn from how majestic her image is beginning to seem. She sees no obvious issue, and so she replies, “I think it’s fine.”
“Just fine?”
She is still staring at herself, now impressed by the grandeur of the painting; its size, its quality. “Well, I am unsure how someone painted me so accurately when I was never called in for a… I don’t know, a consultation? And it seems a little weird to me that my hair is loose, because I tend to slick it back so it doesn’t fall out of my ponytail, and, you know, I always have something written on my boots, but otherwise, it’s fine. I doubt anyone here has ever watched a football match, so none of this will matter to them.”
“It doesn’t bother you that someone might pay millions for a painting that you have deemed not-quite-right?”
The voice is somewhat too interested, and suddenly Alexia swivels around to face its owner properly, worried she has spoken her mind to a journalist.
“Those millions go to a charity that will improve women’s sports every–”
You are definitely not a journalist, although once, when art really wasn’t paying, you had off-handedly typed out a few articles for one of the bigger galleries.
Alexia knows you are not a journalist because you are dressed to be in front of the cameras, not behind them.
Your hands hang by your sides, but in a rather unnatural manner as though you are itching to do something else, and she is briefly overcome by the horror that you seem elegant enough to be a potential buyer. Has she put you off?
“Oh,” you interrupt, “don’t be so profound. Sometimes you footballers sound like change-making machines.”
“There is change to be made,” she responds indignantly.
“Hence the exhibition,” you allow with a little smirk, nodding towards the rest of the room. Although the biggest of the collection, you had asked for your painting to be displayed in the corner; a filter, in a sense, to ensure no one throws money at the largest thing in the room just because they can. “It creeps you out to be painted?”
The question is curious, but Alexia no longer feels like she has been caged in an interrogation room.
She thinks about her answer for a moment, torn between returning to gaze at the expanse of the scene in front of her or staring at you, wondering if you count as one of the works of art on display.
“I have never met the artist,” she explains neutrally. You laugh, and it sounds infused with champagne and nervousness. “What? It’s like having a stalker. An extremely talented, creative stalker, but someone who studies me in secret nonetheless.”
“No, I understand. She must have researched you until the ends of the Earth.”
“The artist is a woman?” She isn’t sure she is surprised, but she asks you anyway, wanting to anchor you to the spot.
“Alexia, this is an exhibition for women’s sports.” Your point is valid, but you have said her name and she is far more intrigued by the way that had sounded to praise you for your intelligence. You let out an airy breath and click your tongue. “I’d even say, given by the way she has painted you from the back, that the artist fancies you.”
“It’s the squats,” she easily replies with a giggle. “Who is the artist?”
You take a step towards her, the sharp points of your heels clacking against the concrete floor. She follows your index finger to the white plaque beside the canvas, reading the name written in small, black letters.
“I haven’t heard of her.”
Alexia sounds so thoughtful that you have to hide your smile behind your palm, coughing to provide an excuse for the action.
“Because you’ve heard of quite a few artists, haven’t you?”
“I know the main four.”
“The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
“No.”
Again, you laugh, and it is melodious and rich and Alexia wants to hear it for the rest of her life. Which is not normal, she tells herself, because you are some loaded stranger and she is only here for another hour before she can escape back to the pitch and her teammates who like her tattoos and admire her and respect her hard work without seeing her as some tacky social-climber who scrounged an invite to an area of society where she is institutionally unwanted.
“Picasso,” she then offers, rather petulantly, looking at you with a childish frown. In her head, she estimates the distance between your bodies, noticing how you have not returned to your original position.
“Ah, well done. He’s quite niche.” She doesn’t appreciate the teasing, and so she steps sideways to… put a stop to it somehow. Obviously, the plan had never truly been formulated, and it comes across as a half-lunge to push you away, but then you are swinging your arms as though the conversation is boring you and she desperately wishes you’d stay put.
“What do you think about the painting?” she fires into the shortened space between you, the question wrapping around you like a rope that ties you to the spot.
“It’s boring.” She scoffs, because after all, it is a painting of her. “The poor artist must have been tortured by the task, having to force her eyes to stay open while watching football matches.”
And if Alexia were not so distracted by the way your swinging hand has begun to brush against her own, she would probably catch you out there and then.
(But your touch is electric and she is otherwise engaged.)
“Like, come on, can’t the sports photographers just get their pictures blown up? No one needs such an outrageously huge portrait of Alexia Putellas in their home, or stadium, or whatever. I reckon the artist is now regretting the angle she painted from, anyway, in case some pervert with more money than sense bids for it and hangs it up in his bedroom.”
“Bedroom?”
The tips of Alexia’s ears go red, a stark contrast to the expensive silver hoops she sports, and you stop your fidgeting, hand resting on top of hers – perhaps unintentionally – as her misunderstanding wedges an awkward pause into the middle of your rant.
“Sorry,” you apologise, “that was probably not the best thing to say, considering it’s a painting of you.”
Alexia runs through what you have said, hoping her subconscious has caught it while her mind was preoccupied with what your sexual orientation might be. “Why have you come here if you are so against the principle of it?”
“I was required to,” you explain, through half-gritted teeth and a jaw that tenses with leftover annoyance from a conversation you had with the coordinator.
Seizing the opportunity to get a humorous punch back, Alexia quickly fumbles out a, “someone’s important.”
She’d celebrate her victory over you, the way you blush in embarrassment, if you hadn’t started anxiously playing with her fingers. Suddenly, the air that bridges the gap between you is set alight and Alexia stares at where you are connected.
You hastily pull away. “Sorry,” you say for a second time. “I have to sell this, and I’m nervous.”
“Sell wh– The painting?”
“No, Alexia, I’ve been sent by Real Madrid to hold you hostage so I have to sell this act.” Briefly, fear washes over the footballer’s face, tanned skin paling at the idea that you have a weapon concealed in the satin folds of your dress. Then, your hand makes a decisive movement and your fingers are intertwining with hers before she can run to safety. “I thought it was best to lure you in by flirting with you.”
“You’ve been… flirting with me?”
“God, imagine if I actually were here to kidnap you.” You hold up your joined hands so that she can see for herself. “Is your weakness women who bully you?”
She blushes again, unsure how to handle what you have insinuated.
Alexia grasps onto what little dignity remains and straightens herself, shoulders rolling back as she emulates the confidence she has been painted with. “Only pretty women,” she drawls.
She is about to use whichever line appears in her mind first, completely unashamed by it because she has guessed you would tease her no matter what leaves her mouth, but some evil, cruel person clinks a small fork against their glass, clearing their throat, and your hands quickly return to your body, your attention drawn away from the conversation.
“Thank you all for coming,” announces the event coordinator, clearly gearing up for a speech. “There will be time for more chatting later, but I cannot resist showing off our most talented artist any longer.”
You roll your eyes. The expression is directed at Alexia, who chuckles privately, sunshine blooming in her chest that you have spared a silent comment just for her.
“Y/n, darling, where are you?”
An authoritative gaze searches through the crowd and lands on you.
The dots connect, Alexia begins to feel like an idiot, and you are sashaying away before she can ask you to stay.
#woso#woso x reader#randombush3#barca femeni#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas
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Obsessed- Hyunjin x fem reader
roommates/friends to lovers
Warnings!!( fingering, drinking, riding, unprotected sex(don’t do it), pet names, hyunjins cocky and obsessive )
To say that Hyunjin was obsessed with you was an understatement.
He knew everything about you, even things you didn’t know about yourself. You two had been roommates for two years now, easily hitting it off when Hyunjin moved in. Hyunjin was nothing but a stranger at first, only moving into your small apartment from a craigslist ad. But it really didn’t take long for you two to become best friends. You literally did everything together.
But this was never enough for Hyunjin, he knew from the beginning living with you would be difficult. The moment he saw you he’d been more intrigued then he’d ever been by a woman in his life. Hyunjin wasn’t described as a gentleman, to say the least. He wasn’t a bad person, just a bit of an immature pervert. So he could never for the life of him figure out why he was so suddenly drawn to you in a way he’d never experienced the first day he saw you.
It’s not that you aren’t attractive, you definitely are. It’s that the first day he saw you, you were in the most seemingly “unattractive” outfit ever. Obviously he thought it was attractive, and that's what he found weird. The first day he saw you, you looked like you had just rolled out of bed after a 3 month hibernation. You were walking like a literal zombie, slumping around barely giving him a tour. You were wearing a big t-shirt that did your figure no justice, with the word “nope.” printed in the middle, which might have been the most stupid T-shirt he’d ever seen. When he asked you what your shirt meant you only shrugged, saying it was a dollar at the thrift store. Your Pj pants had been way too long, he’d almost missed your mis-matched spongebob socks. Your hair in the messiest bun he’d ever seen, baby hairs framing your face so well. You were wearing clear framed glasses that were way too big, you had to keep pushing them up on your nose. You wore one single ring on your thumb, in the shape of a skull. It was an odd choice, but he was so heavily intrigued by it.
Hyunjin had never met anyone as unbothered as you either. He always tried to make you jealous, but you never seemed to care. He’d talk about bringing girls home and warn that she would probably be super loud, and you’d simply shrug, “Okay have fun, just don't give her my food.” you’d say.
He’s also never seen you with a guy over, ever. You did have your cousin Changbin over quite often, but that's your cousin. Hyunjin always wondered if you’d ever even touched a man. Surely you had, but he never asked because he really, really didn’t like to think about it. He would always struggle to hide his jealousy when any guy showed you any interest. You’d always reject them though, much to Hyunjin’s relief. Anytime a girl came up to him, he’d search you for any sort of jealous reaction, and never succeeded. In fact, you’d tease him about it later without any problem.
But Hyunjin was cocky. He was sure you liked him. Did he have any proof or reason to think so? Technically no, but he was Hwang Hyunjin and that was reason enough for him.
-present-
“Hey Y/nnnnn” Hyunjin pokes at your sides, trying to get your attention.
“Whaaaat.” You sigh, rolling your eyes, turning from your computer to face him.
“Guess what”
“Chicken Butt.”
“No, seriously guess.”
“I’m busy hwang, cut to the chase.”
“Luna and I are going out again tonight, I think things are gonna get serious soon.”
“That’s great Hyunjin, can’t wait to meet her.” He searches your face for any sign of discomfort or annoyance, and only finds sincerity.
“You want to meet her?” He blinks, expecting you to get mad or something. (cocky right?)
“Why wouldn't I? Since when has the great ‘Hwang Hyunjin’ been serious about anyone?”
Since you.
“I don’t know, I’ll ask her if we can make plans for you guys to meet soon.” He hopes you don’t hear the disappointment in his voice.
“Great, well I’m gonna invite some of the guys over tonight for a horror movie and beer pong, you and Luna are welcome to join after your date, unless you guys go back to her house instead.” You wink at him and it causes a red hue to tint his face. You figure it’s caused by the comment about fucking his ‘girlfriend’, but it’s of course it isn’t.
-time skip, three hours later.-
You had seriously been having one of the best times of your life tonight, but you couldn’t help but be disappointed that Hyunjin wasn’t there.
“What’s up? Why so glum?” Jisung asks, nudging your arm with his elbow.
“Nothing.” you flash him a weak smile.
“Lemme guess, you miss Hyunjin? Where is he anyway?” Jisung asks, looking around.
“He’s out with Luna.”
“Who’s that?”
You blink at him, not knowing if he was being sarcastic or not, “The girl Hyunjin has been going out with?”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”, you’re shocked that Hyunjins childhood best friend has never heard of his new ‘girlfriend’.
“He’s literally gone on dates her three days in a row, like literally yesterday they went to the movies.”
“No, I was with Hyunjin yesterday, unless you know that and are trying to insult me.” He grins.
“Wait What? Why would he lie then?”
“No clue, but you should know better. He’d never date anyone having you around.” You looked at him confused, causing him to sigh and roll his eyes. “Nevermind.”
“Nooo tell me.” You whined, tugging at his arms.
“How do you not see it?”
“Han Jisung can you please tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.” Your patience was wearing thin, but you still needed to know.
“How do you not notice the way Hyunjin looks at you? He always stares at you like he wants to fucking EAT you it’s gross. But then, he won't shut. up. about you. Everytime we’re together it’s ‘Y/n this, Y/n tha,’ it's sickening. Like, you both should just get married already for Christ’s sake.”
You stare at him for a bit, not knowing what to say.
“You think Hyunjin likes me?” Your voice breathier than you intend.
“Oh my god yes. Why do you think he has a pile of your clothes in his closet? Or he excuses himself everytime he sees you in his clothes to jerk off? Or when he sits next to you while you're working just to WATCH you. I’ve literally never seen him so obsessed with someone. He literally brings a tissue sprayed with your perfume when he goes out. It’s concerning honestly.”
Everything starts to dawn on you then and there, was Hyunjin trying to make you jealous with the whole Luna thing? Is THAT why he always tried to tell you gross details you didn’t want to know?
Well shit, you thought. Obviously you had to come up with some sort of plan for when he came home.
-time skip, hour and a half later-
You somehow came up with a good enough excuse to send everyone home, and now Hyunjin was expected to walk through the door any minute. You’re currently laying on his bed, in literally nothing but his T-shirt and underwear, your nipples very visible. You’re reading (not really) a book, with your legs up, resting the book on your lap. You are very aware of the almost clear view of your pink laced underwear.
You heard Hyunjin walk in, assuming you're asleep since everyone’s gone and the apartment was dead quiet. Your heart beats faster as you hear his footsteps getting nearer, until he stops in his tracks after seeing you.
“Y-Y/n?” He couldn’t help the nervousness in his voice.
“Hyunjinnn!” You smile, putting your book down and getting up to hug him. “Why were you out so late?”
“O-Oh me and Luna, went to her house after.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Of course you did, you know, I don’t like her very much.”
“Why?” Hyunjin was genuinely confused by your sudden confession.
“I don’t know, it just bothers me how much time you spend with her. I bet she’s not even that pretty, definitely not as pretty as me.” Hyunjin tries to bite back a smile, but you catch him anyway.
Without warning you pulled him close, and whispered in his ear, “Bet that’s what you wanted to hear, right?” His breath hitches, not used to having you so close, especially like this.
He almost whines when you pull away, walking back towards his bed. “Sorry I borrowed one of your shirts, figured you wouldn’t mind given the fact that you take my clothes all the time.” You point to the pile of clothes you had pulled out from his closet that belong to you.
You almost laugh at Hyunjin’s shocked expression. “I can explain!” He stammered nervously, trying to find an explanation. “First you lie to me, then you steal my clothes, honestly what am I going to do with you?” You stare at him, placing your hands on your hips.
“What lie? I lied to you?”
You let out a dark chuckle, causing Hyunjin’s dick to twitch in his pants. He was so focused on the way you looked in his shirt, that he didn’t notice how painfully obvious his bulge was.
“I didn’t know Jisung was with you and Luna yesterday, and neither did he actually. In fact, he claims he’s never even heard of a Luna.” Hyunjin can’t do anything but gulp. He really didn’t know your plan here.
“Sit on the bed Hyun.” You say simply. And like a lost puppy, he mindlessly listened to you.
He’s taken aback when you straddle his lap, but couldn’t help his arms snaking around your waist. “You see Hyun, I like you very much but I didn’t think you felt the same. Especially because I don’t see myself as the type you’d like. But Jisung told me quite a few of your dirty secrets.” Your voice was laced with dominance as you brushed your fingers through his hair. “I like you alot.” He practically blurts out, like he’d die if he didn’t say it. “Hmm yeah? How much?”, you purr, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip.
“I Like you so much it hurts, no, I love you so much it hurts. To see you every day and not be able to just hold you and tell you how much I love you? Or to not just pin you to the counter and blow your back out when you wear those stupid thrift store t-shirts that are longer than your tiny shorts? To not be able to see your face when you sing those stupid songs in the shower?” You shut him up with a kiss, because you swear if he keeps going you’ll give up your dominance.
You were surprised at first, the way he kisses you. It was so gentle, so intimate, it almost makes you want to stop this all and just cuddle him for the rest of the night.
But then the kiss becomes needy and desperate. You bite his bottom lip slightly, and waste no time slipping your tongue in his mouth. You can’t lie, you’ve fantasized about his lips alone for so long. So plump, so beautiful.
Hyunjin groans when you softly grind on him, pushing your hips closer to him. He pulls away from your lips and quickly attaches them to your neck, pulling a beautiful lacy whimper from you. His teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin.
You reach down to tug his shirt off, which he quickly complied. You take it upon yourself to take off your (hyunjin’s) shirt as well.
“Fuck me.” He groans, staring at your chest. You chuckle at him before bringing his right hand up to cup your breast. That was enough of a green light for him to take your left nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one.
You let out a surprised yelp at the sensation, starting to grind down on Hyunjin again, but this time much harder. He groans into your chest, egging you on further.
You bring your hand down to touch yourself lightly over your underwear, mouth falling open. “Let me help.” Hyunjin grunted, his hand moving from your breast to your underwear. He somehow manages to get your underwear off rather quickly, and begins to run his fingers up and down your folds.
“So wet, bet you’re nice and warm already.” He breaths, slicking his fingers in your arousal. Hyunjin slips a finger into you rather easily, groaning at how your insides felt. You moan rather loudly, not expecting his singular finger to feel so nice inside of you. He added another finger, pumping them both in and out.
“Fuck.” You breathed, grinding down on his fingers. He suddenly curls them, pressing up on a spot that makes you squim.
“Yes Hyune, like that baby.” You moan satisfied with the feeling.
Hyunjin is having way to much fun finger fucking you, he nearly whines when you pull off of them.
“Gonna cum on your cock hyun, can you take that?”
Usually Hyunjin wouldn’t ever have a girl talk to him that way. He wasn’t a fan of being submissive. But it’s not any girl this time. It’s you.
He desperately nods. You hum in satisfaction, pulling out his dick in awe. You grind on his member softly, spreading yourself all over it. Hyunjin whines, and you give him a pitiful look before positioning yourself over his dick.
The moment you sink down on him, he’s far gone, enveloped in your delicious heat. He looks so beautiful, eyes drooping, mouth hung open with a hint of drool slipping from the sides.
“Stay with me pretty boy, or I won’t let you cum.”
You had him at pretty boy, and he was snapped back into reality, licking and nipping at your nipples once again. Your back arched at the sensation, not really wanting to go slow anymore.
You began bouncing up and down on him, fingers tangled tightly in his hair. You both were moaning messes, thrusting up sloppily into each other, trying to meet each other’s pace.
You clench down as you felt him twitch, slightly relieved that you were both close.
“Are you close, baby?” You coo at him, never slowing your pace. Hyunjin nods timidly. “Me too baby, please cum with me.” Your voice whimpering slightly at the end.
You swear you had the best orgasm of your life, riding out your high along with him.
You both laid next to each other, panting heavily.
“So,” you spoke, breaking the silence, “..can I have my clothes back?”
“No, you only get to wear mine from now on.”
A/n: guys I’m sorry I’m so bad at ending stuff but I rlly like this one actually :) it might be my favorite but there’s still so much room for improvement
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INVISIBLE STRING
about even when you’re pressed against his chest as he waltzes you around his room, dazai can’t get enough of you.
ft. dazai + f!reader, suggestive ending
dazai’s arm hangs off his futon, sleeves rolled up far enough that the spot where his bandages end is exposed and rubs against his spongy tatami floors. it was a little early to be drinking, but he never paid any mind; the sake bottle you had both shared was long since emptied.
he feels warm. maybe from the alcohol slowly thrumming through his bloodstream, maybe from the summer heat, only fueled by the evening sunlight basking his room in gold, but definitely from you, curled against his chest, at the perfect angle for him to see your content little smile. he matches it when you peek up at him, the sun’s parting rays haloing your pretty face.
he smooths down your flyaways with his palm, tracing down your face until he reaches the soft outline of your lips, pressing down onto their plush. you press the smallest of kisses to his fingertip, and he barely conceals the tremor it causes.
“you’re so pretty,” you mumble, lips brushing against his thumb.
“how could you say that when i have the prettiest sight right here?” he cups your cheeks before you can get too far, fingers brushing your jaw as he kisses wherever he can reach: down the slope of your nose, your rounded cheeks, across your chin. he feels more than hears your breathy giggle when you pull away to slip your arms into the little space between his body and the top of his quilt to hold him completely.
he squeezes your waist, pulling you with him when he sits up. you’re wrapped up in one of his shirts, and the soft cotton cuff of your sleeve skims his face as you tuck his bangs away, cradling him like he was something delicate.
“are you feeling okay, ‘samu?”
your unwavering care for him never failed to make his heart swell. even if his blood-soaked past had been cleansed, no amount of good deeds would have been enough for him to deserve you.
“come here,” you tilt your head as he grabs both of your hands, lifting you to your feet. “i want to dance with you.”
he pulls you to the center of his tiny dorm, kissing the corner of your lips, parted in surprise.
“you know how to dance?”
he answers you with a wink, fingertips trailing down your spine until he’s pulling you to his chest by his hand on your lower back. you’re close enough for your noses to brush, and he can’t help but steal a kiss. he steps forward, then back, turning you carefully.
“i don’t know what i’m doing,” you pout, looking down at your feet. he brings your gaze back to his with a finger under your chin.
“don’t worry,” he whispers the words against your forehead, lips lingering as his hand falls to the soft curve of your shoulder, then the little bend of your arm, all the way down until he meets your fingertips, peeking out from your oversized sleeves. he intertwines your hands, raising them with a squeeze. “just follow me.”
he waltzes you in small circles. he’s careful to dodge your pair of fuzzy socks thrown on the floor, the sharp edge of a phone charger tossed aside, the discarded bottle of sake you stole sips from. with all these pieces of you scattered across his dorm, it almost felt like a home. your smile is so contagious and sweet, he barely even minds when you step on his toes.
the long fabric of your shirt flares when he twirls you. your giggles fade into a yelp, fingers clinging onto his arm when he dips you down, and he could feel his heart throb against his ribs at the sight of you: your hair, fanned out beneath you, your big smile, failing to contain the sound of your laugh, and your dilated pupils looking up at him, trusting him not to let you fall. your grip doesn’t lessen when he pulls you up, even as he soothingly sways you back and forth. he holds you close, only pulling away to spin you, addicted to the way you beam at him when he does.
he’s ready to pout and whine when you let go, but all he can do is blink at you with big, wide eyes when you squeeze his hand, looking at him expectantly.
“it’s your turn, ‘samu,” you stand on your tiptoes, arm raised into the air, waiting for him to spin.
when you twirl him, the alcohol in his stomach churns, and he almost hopes he’ll be sick, just so he gets the chance for you to take care of him.
the warm glow of the sun slowly fades into the dim light of the moon as his twirls wane into soft sways. your laugh dies down into a peaceful smile, and the only noise remaining is the muffled nighttime traffic and his soft hums. in his tipsy haze, he feels as if the world has faded away to nothing but these four walls, and all that exists is you and him. your hands find their way behind his neck, tracing where his bandages overlap one another across his nape. he hopes his pounding heart isn’t too loud in your ear, with your face pressed against his chest.
“are you getting sleepy?” he cups the back of your head, urging you to look up at him.
“only a little,” he knows you’re lying; he’s spent enough nights with you to tell you’re exhausted. your words slur together at the ends, your pretty eyes are halfway open, and you’re clinging to him oh so gently, the same way you do when you’re asleep, not wanting him to drift away. “i just want to stay here a little longer. please?”
“you’re so precious,” he doesn’t know how to tell you there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than here, in the security of his dorm room, with his most important person safely tucked in his arms. he hopes you can tell anyway, and that a kiss is enough until he can find it in himself to verbalize his feelings. “you know i’d do anything for you, my darling.”
he nuzzles the side of your face, his lips grazing your temple. your head fits perfectly in the space between his jaw and his shoulder, and he fills with bliss when he catches whiffs of his own scent on you. he’s delighted at how you’re practically melting into his body as he keeps humming, drawing little circles and hearts through your shirt from where his hands rest on your back.
“i lied,” you whisper, and he lifts his head from yours, squeezing you in the form of a question. “i actually want to stay here forever.”
he never imagined he’d be capable of loving someone this much. he’s overwhelmed by it, and his mouth is on yours again before he realizes it, holding your face, exhaling hard through his nose when your lips slide into place against his own.
“me too,” his grin is genuine and rare, a secret between the two of you. his hands fall to your hips, sneaking beneath your shirt. he spreads his fingers, drinking in every inch of your bare skin he can possibly fit in his hands.
he drags his tongue along your lips, curling up in delight as you part them for him. he can still taste the sake when he licks into your mouth and traces your teeth. it’s something he’s done countless times before, but he still savors you, deliberately, as if it was the first. he whimpers, goosebumps raising beneath his second cotton skin when your hands bury themselves in his hair, cradling his head and scratching softly against his scalp. he kisses you until he can’t breathe, but he thinks it would be a nice way to go, being suffocated by you. his chest heaves when he pulls away, panting against you as his forehead rests on your own.
his hands wander to the edge of your ribcage as you guide him back to your mouth. you’re the one leading him this time, walking him back until his feet hit the soft edge of his futon, and he pulls you down with him.
he sneaks his leg between your own, smoothing his hand down your spine to hold you impossibly closer when you arch into him, and the way you moan against his mouth is stronger than any alcohol he’s ever drank. your shirt falls somewhere by your socks, button hitting against the empty, glass sake bottle when he tosses it somewhere behind him.
he’s certain you’ll both be exhausted when he’s through with you. for once, he couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow, as long as it was your soft grip and pretty face he was waking up to.
p.s.! ₊˚. ive been thinking ab this nonstop ever since i watched last weeks ep :( i poured sm love into this fic, so tysm for reading <3 !!
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The Halloween Party
Synopsis: Halloween has arrived where everybody can dress up as their favorite creature and characters. And today you struggled on thinking what costume to wear this year. With the help of your friends, you finally thought of one that will knock everyone out: to dress as the King of Curses himself. What will his reaction would be?
Pairing: Yuji/Sukuna x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Content Warnings: 18+, full nelson, smut, breeding kink, Sukuna calls her Mistress, rough sex, reader being a dom queen, creampie, soft Sukuna in the end, a bonus ending included!
A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first time I've posted something like fanfic related but this idea has been stuck to my head in the holiday has started. I hope you all enjoy this ^v^ Also, sorry if the smut's not too perfect, it's been a while.
Today was Halloween, the one year where everyone celebrates the spooky holiday by dressing up in costumes and giving out candy.
Speaking of costumes, you were having trouble thinking what to dress as. And the reason is that because Gojo decided to plan out a Halloween party at Jujutsu Tech and of course, he even added a contest for the best Halloween costume.
Every year, you always come up with the scariest costumes that blow everyone away and even scare them too. So right now, you’re hanging out with Nobara and Maki at the mall in the search for costumes. Perhaps this will help you out for inspiration for your costume.
“Any luck?” Nobara asks you, wondering if anything sparks an idea in your head.
You looked around at the outfits, masks, and wigs but nothing catches your attention. You shake your head, “Nope.”
“Well, there has to be something for you.”
Maki then decides to pitch in to help you, “Have you ever thought about dressing as a vampire?”
“I’ve already done that last year, don’t get me wrong, I love my vampire costume but I want to do something different.”
“Okay then, how about a witch?”
“No, I’ve done that too. And also, that’s what Nobara is dressing for the party.”
“It’s okay girl! We can both match but it’s your decision and I respect that.”
“Thanks Nobara.” You sigh; thinking what to dress as is making you feel exhausted and your friends took notice of this.
“Hey how about we take a break?” Maki suggests, “Let’s get something to eat and we can go look again before the party starts.”
“Sure. We can use a break, my head’s wiped out.” You laugh as they join in as you three make your way to the food court.
Taking a break was a good idea after all as you sip your favorite beverage. “Alright, we still have time but we can talk ideas here in the meantime.”
“Well,” You lean your head back, “I want my costume to be scary this year, something that will scare their pants off.”
Nobara hums as she thinks of an idea. “Something scary huh? I think it would have to be that’ll top off a werewolf, vampire, ghoul or zombie.”
“What could be frightening than them?” Maki asks.
She's got a point there; what could be more frighting and scarier than the classic monsters or legends?
It was at that moment when a smile crept on your face.
Nobara begins to chuckle, every time you make that look; an idea strikes in your head. “Oh! I recognize that look anywhere! What’s your big idea?”
You let out a dark chuckle through your lips, Nobara and Maki weren’t too sure if they should be scared or not by your behavior. Motioning your hands at them to lean closer, they scoot their seats next to you. “Listen, here. This is my idea…”
Whispering to them about your idea, the girls started to grin as you explain your costume idea. They have a feeling that this costume will definitely knock everyone’s socks out.
The three of you returned back to Jujutsu Tech, you told Nobara and Maki to get ready for their costumes so they can help you with yours. Five minutes later, Nobara and Maki came into your dorm. Nobara had on a cute witch outfit with a stuffed black cat in her right arm and holding a broom to her left. As for Maki, she’s a vampire with her hair down, slicking her front bangs back to make it more classic.
“Wow! You guys look amazing!” You gush over their costumes.
Nobara blushes at your compliment, “Aw thank you! Now, let’s get you ready for yours!”
“Let’s do it!” You cheered.
Hours later, it was finally finished. Nobara and Maki couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.
“So ladies, what do you think?” You curl your fingers, twirling them around your wig.
“Wow, I…” Nobara looks at you up and down. “I’m literally taken back right now. You look like a literal queen.”
“I usually don’t compliment that much, but you got my exception.” Maki smirks, showing her fake vampire fangs.
“Shall we get started?”
Meanwhile, outside of the courtyard, the entire place was decorated with lights in a form of pumpkins and ghosts, cutout paper of mini ghosts, a table filled with delicious food and sweet treats, and plenty of games to enjoy.
Everyone else is here, even the students of the Kyoto Sister school are here as well. Yuji is with his friend Megumi, along with Toge and Panda. Yuji decided to be Spiderman, he got his mask off right before the contest starts. Megumi didn’t want to dress up but was forced by Gojo who he eventually put him as a werewolf.
“I think you look great, Fushiguro!” Yuji gave him a thumbs up with a smile on his face.
Megumi’s brow twitches, he wasn’t enjoying this as much. “You know sensei had me wear this.” He crossed his arms.
“Yeah but, you gotta get into the spirit for this party. They’re already in the vibe of it.” He points at Toge and Panda. Apparently, Toge is dressed as Joker from Persona 5 for some reason but Panda told them that he got into it and wanted to try out.
For Panda, he wanted to go as a teddy bear but couldn’t find a suitable outfit in time, so instead he put a bear hat with ears along with a red ribbon tied around his neck.
“Hey, how’s everyone enjoying the party?” Gojo walks up to them, he’s dressed as Jack Frost with a blue hoodie with white linings to make them look like ice, brown pants and white shoes. He even brought a staff to match up.
“I’m having a great time and you look fantastic, sensei!” Yuji replied.
Gojo smugly smirks as he chuckles, “I always look good in everything.”
“You look like a clown that’s what.” Gojo stares at the eye and mouth that appeared on Yuji’s cheek. Sukuna never understands the meaning of the holiday at all, he thinks that it’s lame to see everyone wearing abnormal outfits.
“At least I’m not stuck in a body as a vessel. Got anything to say to that?” He tilts his head as he still smirks. Sukuna grunts in frustration, but before he could make a comeback at Gojo, his mouth gapes with no words coming out.
“What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Gojo waited for a response but there was nothing but silence. “What’s the matter with him?”
Yuji was about to reply but he looks over his sensei’s shoulder as he got the same reaction as Sukuna.
���Yuji, you too?” Gojo turns around to see what was making his student to be baffled, and as soon as he turns his back around, he starts to chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned, so that’s why.”
You enter the courtyard with your friends by your side. You got on a white kimono with a blue obi tied around your waist. Tattoos painted on your face to make it look like his, you even added the extra eyes as well. As for the finishing touch, you put a long pink wig you previously wore from one of your cosplays and red eye contacts to match the entire look.
Smirking at them, revealing your fangs. “Hello, brats.”
Everyone stares at you either in fear or in awe. You head towards Yuji, who’s blushing on how beautiful you look, even though you’re dressed as the guy who bullies him everyday, you really pulled it off.
You drag your press-on black nail, gently on his cheek where Sukuna is. “Shocked, my king? You look speechless.” Tracing his lips with your thumb; he felt shivers crawling up his back. His eye explore everywhere on your body, you got every single one of his markings correct.
You softly chuckled at his reaction, this is the one you were looking forward to. “Until then, see you later, tiger.” You kiss his lips as you let go. He quickly reverts back to his domain, leaving him a blushing mess.
“Are you all surprised?” They all nod their heads, never in their lives they would’ve seen you to be dressed as the King of Curses.
“Why yes, your Highness.” Gojo bows to you. Now he knows who will be the true winner of the contest. “And how about we leave these two lovebirds alone.” Gojo leads everyone so they can enjoy the rest of the evening while you and Yuji can have alone time.
“I was not expecting this at all.” He rubs the back of his head, giving you a closed eye smile.
“I bet and I’m taking a guess that he wasn’t expecting this either.” You nod your head right at the scar under his eye.
“Yeah, none of us did either. You look really gorgeous.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer, having your hands travel up to his chest.
You blush, “Thank you and I think you look really handsome, my hero.” You cup his cheek, leaning into his face, giving him a kiss as he kisses back.
And with that, you won the contest with your costume and as to celebrate this moment, you and Yuji dragged each other to your dorm where he’s sitting on a chair, holding your waist as you ride on his cock.
You made him remove his Spiderman suit, only showing off his firm muscles. You rode him as if your life depended on it. “Baby, I- I think he wants to be out now!” He stammers, continuing his thrusts in your drenched pussy.
You moan softly at his cock hitting every spot. “It’s okay, my love. You can let him out.” He shuts his eyes as tattoos begin to form on his body. And the scars under his eyes, have opened to reveal his ruby eyes.
“What inspired you to dress as me, darling?”
“Well, I had to think which costume to go as and what would be a better idea than to dress as one of the most feared being of the Heian Era?”
Sukuna couldn’t help but smile, he felt his heart beat through his tatted chest. “This is why I fallen in love with you.” He grabs the shoulders of your kimono, pulling it down slowly, revealing your bare breasts. “No bra? Were you waiting for little old me to see this?”
“And what if I did?” You press your breasts on his pecs. Both of you are feeling turned on right now with this sexual atmosphere. He wanted to claim you so badly to ram his cock and fill you with his seed, making you his forever.
“What are you waiting for?” You snap him out of his thoughts, dragging your nails down on his muscles. “Do you want to please your Mistress?” You nip his ear lobe then giving it a lick.
Whatever it is you’re doing, is really making him feral and having his cock inside you, throbbing erratically. Letting out a feral growl, he got up from his seat, holding you in his arms to have your legs wrap around his waist, pressed you against the wall as he gave you harsh thrusts. Moans escaped from your lips, hands gripping on his chiseled back. “Do you love this, Mistress?” He grits his teeth.
“Very much! Don’t stop pleasing your Queen!” The sounds of skin clapping and moans echoing across the dorm. He looks down where a white ring is coated around his cock, he throws his head back, grunting and stares at you again with hazy eyes. “Fuck! Me and our brat are enjoying seeing you in pleasure. Telling me how you look like a goddess and he’s right.” Sweat drips from his forehead to his muscles, glistening by the light of the moon. “I love you two so much.” You cry out, tears run down your face. “We both love you two.” Finally, you both reach to each other’s climax, as he seals your lips with his, drowning every moan and caressing your thighs.
He pulls you away from the wall, slowly removing his cock from your pussy, his cum leaks out as he pushes his seed back into you with his fingers. Sukuna carries you to your bed and pulls down the covers. He gently puts you down as he joins you. He wraps your waist with his arm, dragging his body to you.
“Are you hurt?” Sure he may be rough during sex but he does get carried away at times and doesn’t like seeing you in pain.
“Not at all.” You snuggle closer, staring him with loving eyes.
“You’ve made your Mistress very happy.”
“That I did, my Queen.” He purred.
You two kiss each other again as sleep took over your bodies, cuddling each other’s arms.
Bonus:
The day after, Yuji woke up with markings and bite marks on his body and sees you cuddling him in his arms. He then decides not to wake you up and enjoy the moment with his girl.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy the story! ^v^ Don't forget to comment, reblog and like! <3<3<3
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Jungkook with a chubby girlfriend !
Pairing : Idol!Jungkook x Chubby!Fem!Reader
Warnings : Nsfw headcanons after the sfw, I will include another warning though.
Ta3baee notes : Reblogs are very much appreciated <3 Minors dni! I’m not responsible for what you consume on the internet. If you feel like you’ve seen this post before it’s because you did! I accidentally deleted my account ‘ta3bae’ (one e) and with it all my posts, sooo consider this a repost ??
SFW !
• He’s absolute putty for your stretch marks !
• He’d name each while tracing over them with his finger.
• Jungkook would definitely cup your tummy while back hugging you.
• This man would FOLD if you wear tight dresses, he loves how much they hug and define your curves.
• He’d definitely show you off to his friends, making you sit in his lap when there’s an event/party going on and he wants to sit it out.
• He’d squish your squishy cheeks to make your lips pucker and kiss them.
• He’d make you meals when you feel down and eat with you.
• If you feel like wanting to lose weight, he’d help you lose it in a healthy way! He’d make you nutritious food and snacks.
• He’d love going to the gym with you and wearing matching gym clothes.
• I feel like he’d be very protective over you, so if someone were to make a comment or look at you in the wrong way, he’d ask them to take a walk but if they don’t he’d bring the guns ( 💪🏻)
• He’d purposely get you clothes a bit smaller because he loves seeing you body but he also loves when you wear his oversized clothes that just eat you up.
Nsfw below, do not proceed if it’s not to your
liking!
NSFW !
• While in missionary, he’d grab a hold of your tummy and squeeze while he’s thrusting into you.
• He loves doggy style, the sight of his dick disappearing inside you and your ass giggling makes him whine.
• If you get insecure when he wants you to sit on his face, he just grabs your thighs and manhandles you so you’re above him.
• When you’re close to cumming, and he knows cuz you’d tighten around him even more, he’d lean into your ear “does my big girl wanna cum? Hmm?” ( GRAJJJ)
• When 69ing he’d prefer you on top that way he can spread you and lick a long thick strip from your clit to your entrance, even going as far as to tease your ass (if ur into anal)
• If you surprise him with wearing lingerie, he’d instantly get hard at the sight of your thighs spilling over the knee socks.
• He’d definitely hand cuffs you to the bed post and use a bar spreader just to sit and watch as you cum around the vibrating dildo over and over.
• In other words, he’s obsessed with your pussy. He could spend days down there, and the way your thunder thighs wrap around him? 😮💨
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Bully - Part 3 of 3
warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is practically all smut, inexperienced reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, losing virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, controlling parents, I think that’s it.
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Fussing over yourself in the mirror, you worry that your dress looks like a nightgown. It’s a white satin, tight in the chest but once it meets your waist it flows down mid thigh. You believe your mother was under the impression it is a nightgown and that’s why it was an approved purchase. However, out of all your clothes, you really like how this looks on your body the most. You pair it with knee high socks and a pink cardigan. You’d just finished your make up and hair, matching your eyeshadow to the cardigan and putting on an obscene amount of lip gloss.
You worry you’re jumping into the deep end before getting your toes wet. You’ve never held hands or kissed a boy yet here you are, determined to lose your virginity to Billy Hargrove. Partly, to get it over with but mostly, because he made your entire body ignite whenever you thought about him. You glance over at the clock, it’s nearing eight and you think you hear Billy’s Camaro in the distance so you put your shoes on and grab your purse, hooking it around your shoulder. You double check your bed, standing at a few different angles to make sure the clothes and stuffed animals shoved under the duvet resemble your sleeping body. Then, you turn the lamp off and carefully crawl out of your window. It’s awkward to do and you’re naturally clumsy but you manage to land on the ground without making too much noise. You slowly pull the window back down and duck under it, staying still as you perk your ears up, trying to hear if you’ve already been caught.
After you’re sure your parents haven’t roused from their room, you slowly creep your way along the back of the house and hop over the waist high fence. Once you hit the sidewalk, you see the blue Camaro parked six houses down with the headlights off. Your inclination is to run but you don’t want to seem too eager, so you walk slowly. You pull open the door and ease into the passenger seat, turning to see Billy dressed in a dark green button up, his chest exposed and you notice his gold necklace on display as always. You wonder if he ever takes it off.
“Hi,” you greet him shyly, pushing your hair behind your ear and Billy leans over to hook a finger into the top of your knee high sock.
Biting his lip, he drawls out, “You look sexy.”
Your cheeks heat up and you look down bashfully, twirling your hair in between your fingers. Billy tugs on your sock and smirks up at you. Panic starts to rise up your chest, worried that your mother is going to come running down the street.
“Can we go?” you ask, glancing back to your house.
Billy chuckles, “I forgot I’m sneaking you out.”
He turns the car on, shifting into gear and whipping it around. Billy speeds, you look over and see he’s pushing 50 and the speed limit on your street is 20. You yelp, reaching over to grasp at his bicep and squeeze your eyes shut. Billy lets out his signature laugh and presses his foot on the acceleration further, definitely getting up to 65. When he finally slows down to turn, you let out the breath you were holding in heavy pants. Billy feels his dick twitch from the way you sound, he moves his hand from the gear shift to your thigh and squeezes and a high pitched sound leaves your throat. You’ve never heard anything like it come from you. The feeling you get is overwhelming, not having been touched that way before. It’s like you have to pee really bad but it’s different, somehow.
“You’re gonna be loud,” Billy exhales, shifting in his seat.
“What?” you question, squeezing your thighs tightly together.
He doesn’t clarify, he just laughs again. You look out the window, looking at him is just making that peeing feeling worse and worse. When you recognize the businesses lining the streets, it’s clear where Billy is taking you. Your heart swells when you realize he’s actually taking you on a date.
“Are we going to the movies?”
Billy shrugs, “Maybe.”
But you are, he parks on the street and hurries to open the door for you. He takes your hand and closes the door behind you. You see a couple kids you recognize from school loitering outside and you assume Billy is going to drop your hand. He does, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder as he walks with you. He nods to the kids but you avert your eyes, feeling shameful in the outfit you’ve chosen yet feeling special that Billy has chosen you.
“Two for the Jason movie,” he says to Robin Buckley, one of the few people at school who actually treated you like a human being.
She looks wide-eyed at you with Billy’s arm wrapped around you but cheerily says, “Two tickets for Friday The 13th Part 2. Seven dollars and ten cents, please.”
Billy drops his arm to reach for his wallet, trading Robin the money for the tickets. Once you get inside, his arms around your waist and he leans into ask, “You want some popcorn or something?”
The thought of eating in front of Billy makes your stomach churn so you shake your head, “I’m okay.”
He guides you towards concessions anyhow, “We can share a soda, at least.”
You giggle, walking up to the counter and he points to the selection, “Which one?”
“Cherry coke,” you answer meekly.
“One large Cherry coke,” he tells the employee as he pulls his wallet out again, handing him a bill.
When the guy slides the cup across the counter, Billy hands it to you and as you walk towards the theatre, he rests his hand on your ass and you cannot help but let out a soft sound. Billy laughs lowly in your ear and you worry he might have to carry you the rest of the way. Shockingly, the theatre is empty and the trailers have already started. Billy still chooses seats that are tucked in a corner, figuring it’ll fill out soon. He has you sat next to the wall and you look at him curiously, these definitely aren’t the best seats. You know your neck will hurt from this angle but Billy doesn’t plan on you two watching the movie anyways.
He wraps his arm around the seat, letting his hand fall onto your shoulder and leans close to you.
“Do you like scary movies?” he asks, voice low but his mouth is so close to your ear.
Your mother hasn’t let you watch any, so you don’t know. You feel embarrassed to admit it but you do.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen one,” you whisper, watching as Billy’s face erupts in shock.
“So do your parents just keep you in a basement when you’re not at school?” he questions and his tone is playful but it’s not far from the truth.
You blush, smiling as you tell him, “They’re very protective.”
At home, your mother lets you watch an hour of TV a day but she has to watch it with you and pick what you watch so most days, you chose to read alone in your room. When you do get to see new movies, it’s only movies made for kids.
“Clearly,” he scoffs, “If you get scared, I’m right here. I’ll distract you.”
The promise makes your heart flutter and your stomach warm. You’d snuck a Steven King novel once and you thought you handled it well, so you hoped you would be fine during the movie. He reaches his left hand over and grabs yours, lacing your fingers. Billy tilts his head to look at you and the feeling between your legs returns. The movie opens and Billy looks around to see the theatre is still empty. He smiles, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans over to kiss you and he expects you to follow his lead but instead you let out a shaky breath and keep your eyes glued to the screen.
“Have you ever kissed someone before?” he asks, but he figures he knows the answer.
Embarrassment flooding your senses, you shake your head, “I’ve never even held hands with a boy until right now.”
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
Panic, now, you turn to look at him, “I don’t know how.”
Billy chuckles, bringing his hand up to caress your jaw, “It’s natural, you’ll get the hang of it quickly. It’s what we’re meant to do.”
“You and I?”
“Men and women,” he mumbles, “It feels really good. You wanna try it?”
“Okay,” you whisper, wanting it more than anything even though you’re equally as terrified.
Billy starts out slow, turns his whole body as he pulls you closer. You see as his tilts his head and you figure, that’s what you’re supposed to do so you do the same. He chuckles and shakes his head, making you second guess this whole kissing thing. You’re horrible at it and you haven’t even done it yet.
“This way,” he tilts your head in the opposite direction he’s tilted his.
“Just like this,” he mumbles before he leans closer as he pulls you towards him. He gently presses his lips to yours, moving them slightly and then pulling back. Your fingers dart up to ghost along where his warm, soft lips touched yours.
“Can we do it again?” you ask, eagerly.
Billy chuckles again and at first, you didn’t like it but the more he does it the more it makes you feel good. At least he’s having fun.
He leans in again, colliding your lips harder than the first time. Billy scolds himself in his head, he knows he needs to take this slow but he wants to shove his tongue into your mouth so desperately, wants to completely ravish you right here, right now. The sound you emit only fuels his desire, he wants to feel you all over.
You two keep kissing like that, Billy is careful not to slip you his tongue yet. It’s a line of soft pecks, your hands grip his shirt tighter and tighter each kiss. You feel dizzy already but Billy seems antsy and you know there’s more to kissing than just this, you’ve seen a fair share of couples in the school hallways with their tongues down each others throats.
Pulling back, you tell him, “You can do more.”
He nods, grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling you to his lips again. He slowly licks against your bottom lip, expecting you to part your lips but you’re frozen, the sensation of his tongue against you incredibly overwhelming.
You feel as he smiles, “Open your mouth.”
Dropping your jaw open, Billy laughs softly and knocks his nose against yours, “Not that much.”
You’re sure your cheeks are bright red, but Billy’s a good teacher. You can tell he doesn’t want to stop even though you have no clue what you’re doing. You lessen the distance between your lips and Billy’s hand on your jaw guides it just right. He’s ecstatic, he’s never had to teach someone how to kiss and he’s floored by how arousing it is. He licks into your mouth and can’t help but squeeze your jaw when you moan softly. This is the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, you feel as if your core is on fire and the wetness seeping from you is brand new. He was right, this feels so good. You want to feel his tongue all over your body. Squirming a tiny bit, you know that you also need to do something with your tongue so you hesitantly rub it against his and you feel his lips curls up. You’re flushed with confidence while Billy’s a bit concerned, he’s never been this turned on in his life and he fears he’s going to cum in his jeans just from kissing you. He continues though, licking into your mouth but retreating every so often to kiss your lips. After a good minute, he pulls away and you’re both panting.
“How’d you like it?” he’s desperate to know, eyes scanning over your flushed face.
“More,” you whisper, grabbing onto his shirt. Your stomach is in coils, you feel like you’re about to burst and the feeling is frustrating. You wonder when you’ll get some type of relief, that part has to come soon otherwise you’re not sure why people do this in the first place.
“Anything you want, baby,” he growls, pulling you to him for another kiss.
Billy cannot hold back anymore, though. He knows he’s being sloppy but you’ve got nothing to compare it to and that gets him going. You keep letting out these sounds, they’re driving him mad. Once he finally pulls away, you’re shaking.
“I feel weird,” you admit, squirming in your seat.
“Like you’re gonna explode?” he offers and you nod vigorously, he explained it perfectly and you’re relieved he knows what you’re talking about and that maybe he’s feeling the same way.
“There’s a way to help that,” he explains, “But I don’t know if you’re ready.”
“Please,” you beg, anxious to subside this ache.
Billy bites his lip, “I can touch you. Between your legs.”
You giggle, excitement bubbling up. Your mom had told you that only boys get pleasure from this kind of stuff but now you know she’s lying. All you want is for Billy to keep making you feel good.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” you murmur, already spreading your thighs.
Billy doesn’t hesitate, he smoothes his hand over your thigh and then squeezes it and you moan out. He panics a bit, “Think you can be quiet?”
“I’ll try, I’m sorry,” you apologize, ashamed.
“Don’t be sorry,” he grins, “It’s really fucking sexy, but we’ll get caught.”
You nod, urging yourself to be as silent as possible but once his fingers press against your clothed core, you let out another moan. He bites his lip, pulling his hand away.
“I know what we can do,” he whispers, standing up and reaching for your hand.
You follow his lead and once you make it to the hallway, he wraps his arms around you from behind.
“Keep walking, need you to be in front of me,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.
It’s an odd request, but as you’re walking, you can feel his erection pressing against your butt and you understand. You don’t know where to walk though so once you’re in the lobby, you stand still and Billy laughs softly.
“My car,” he sings into your ear, springing your feet back into action. He moves away from you only to rush to the drivers side and get in. You do the same, sitting back on the seat and looking at him. You’re worried you’d ruined the date but Billy seems happier than usual. He starts the car up and throws it into drive, flooring down the road. He keeps looking over at you, similarly to how he would at school but there’s something a little more urgent in his eyes.
“Where are we going?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Billy smirks, “Somewhere you won’t have to try to be quiet.”
You don’t expect that to mean a stretch of road outside of town, lined with forest. However, you’d let Billy take you anywhere if he’s going to touch you like he did in the empty theatre. After he parks, he crawls into the backseat and looks at you expectantly. You turn to face him but remain seated in the passenger side.
“C’mere,” he purrs, patting the leather seat next to him.
With a curt nod, you awkwardly maneuver over the center console and plop down next to him in the back. He looks you in your eyes, placing his hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you again. Billy doesn’t go slow this time, he erection still straining in his jeans while he slides his tongue past your lips. You feel like your body is vibrating, made worse when he moves his hand down between your thighs and pushes them apart.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he inquires, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked panties.
You gasp, gripping onto his shoulder in attempts to ground yourself. The question he asks completely misses you as all you can focus on is the firm pressure of his fingers. He nudges his nose against yours, finding a spot that makes your body jolt when he rubs against it.
“Have you?” he asks again, pulling back to look at your face.
Your mouth feels so dry suddenly but you try to answer him anyhow, “Not really. Sometimes I touch down there but it doesn’t feel like this.”
He grins, he almost looks wolffish as he shows his teeth. He still looks very pretty, though. You really like the curl of his eyelashes.
“Why don’t we get your underwear off?” he suggests, hooking his fingers into the waistband.
“Uh,” you panic, looking up into his blue eyes.
“It’ll feel even better,” he promises, waiting for you to say yes.
His smile helps your decision, “Okay!”
“Atta girl,” he praises with a kiss to your lips as he pulls your panties down your thighs and knees. You help him by kicking them the rest of the way off, eyes trained on his. He licks his lips as he gets a view of your pretty pussy, returning his fingers to slide through the dripping folds.
He was right, you can’t help the sounds flowing out of your lips. You keep your hand on his shoulder, like you’ll float away if you don’t. Billy nudges his nose against yours, smiling at you when you look at him.
“How’s this?” he drawls, his voice thick as it meets your ears.
You’re in heaven, you think. Your mom had been wrong all along, if this is what boys wanted then you’ve been missing out for so long. There’s nothing selfish about Billy’s hands, it’s very clear that this is all for you and you only. You feel like you’re a fragile piece of glass and only Billy know’s how to handle you.
“Nice, it’s nice,” you pant out, moving your fingers up to grab at Billy’s hair when he circles his finger along your entrance. A strangled moan erupts from your throat as he slides the finger inside you, the sound embarrasses you but Billy seemed to enjoy it, his mouth forming into an open, impressed smile. He moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in rapid circles and your vision begins to blur as you melt back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure building in your stomach starts to rise.
“A-ah, Billy, I,” you try to tell him how overwhelming the feeling is but you figure this is supposed to happen, you’re supposed to feel like you’re going to combust.
Billy manages to slip a second finger into your tight hole, his free hand moving up under your dress to squeeze your breast. When he curls his fingers, a cry leaves your lips as you shake beneath him, your entire body feeling on fire as your orgasm rips through you. You chant his name out, your legs snapping shut and trapping his hand between them. Billy laughs softly, moving his hand from your breast to cup your jaw and pulls you into another heated kiss. You feel ridiculous, unable to keep yourself from whimpering as the aftershocks of your orgasm rip through you. Billy smiles into the kiss before breaking away, pulling his hand away from your core and then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. It heats you up all over again, you smile shyly at him.
“How’d you like that?” he asks, pulling your underwear back up your legs.
“Hmm,” you feel like you’ve lost your voice, so you clear your throat before answering, “I liked it a lot.”
“Good,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear and you wonder what comes next, how Billy’s going to take your virginity.
“What do we do next?” you ask, looking at the bulge in his denim.
Billy coos, “Aw, baby, you want more already?”
You nod and he smirks, “Nothing tonight. We gotta take it kind of slow, I don’t wanna break you.”
“Break me?” you ask softly, holding onto his wrists because you fear you might start crying if he goes anywhere.
Billy laughs again and leans in to place another kiss on your lips, this one is sweet though. “Not the right word choice. It might be overwhelming. Let’s just take our time with it,” he says. It’s not something he’s done before then again, Billy’s never been with a virgin and he doesn’t want to fuck things up. He really likes you and while it’s purely sexual, he thinks he might like to actually date you.
-
For weeks, you continue to sneak out to meet Billy. You still haven’t seen or touched him where you want to most but every time, he fingers you and kisses you just like the first night. Sometimes you actually go on dates but mostly, he drives somewhere to hide you both from watchful eyes. Today, however, he’s asked if you’d come to his house to help him study. In the day time.
“I don’t know if I’m allowed to,” you admit, trying your best to think of a way to lie to your mom.
“Just make up an excuse,” Billy suggests, curling your hair around his finger while he looks down at you.
Billy no longer hid his feelings for you from anyone. He still bullied you but it was because you admitted to him you liked it. Granted when you did, he was whispering filthy things in your when he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you’d say anything to make sure he didn’t stop. You’d replay his words in your head when you were alone at night, trying to make your fingers feel as good as his. You would climax but it was no where as hard as when he did it.
“Like what?” you ask, hoping he could find a good enough one to get past your mom.
Billy grins, “Tell her you’re trying out for something or you joined a club.”
You know those won’t work, your mom was too involved in your school life that she would be suspicious. You shake your head and sigh, “I’m sorry. She’ll say no.”
Billy pouts, “Please.”
He wanted so desperately to get you on his bed, it was fun in the backseat of his Camaro but it was cramped.
It’s hard to say no to him but you can’t imagine a scenario in which your mother would allow you to stay after school. Part of you wants to say screw it and just go with Billy but you know she’ll call the police. You two needed to plan it better.
“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your stomach churning as you read the disappointment on his face.
Billy frowns, “How about this weekend? Saturday? Any time from 9-5?”
You giggle, flattered at how eager Billy is to ‘study’ with you. “Saturday. I could say I need to go to the library.”
“I’ll pick you up there,” Billy kisses your cheek before he heads off to class.
The thing is, Billy isn’t anticipating your mom following behind you into the library. He’s parked outside, leaning against the hood of his Camaro smoking a cigarette when your mother parks a few cars down and you shoot him a sympathetic look, a silent apology. His plan is yet again foiled and he’s fuming but he can’t just drive away like you want him to. He waits a beat and heads inside the library, scanning around until he sees you sitting at a table, alone with your books spread out in front of you. He stalks over and plops down in the seat next to you.
“Billy!” you exclaim and then immediately lower your voice, “My mom is here. She wouldn’t let me go alone. You have to leave before she sees you.”
Billy grins, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing, “I had to see you.”
You love the way his fingers digging into your flesh makes your whole body tingle so you melt into it a bit, your breath hitching up into your throat. He leans close to your ear and whispers, “Let’s study.”
Billy’s fingers inch up your thigh, grazing your clothed core. Your eyebrows shoot up as your eyes widen, but Billy notices the way your pupils dilate so he continues stroking you through your pants.
“We can’t,” you mutter, “Not here. We’ll get caught.”
“Only if you can’t keep quiet,” he whispers back, biting his lower lip.
You gasp as he applies more pressure, focusing your eyes on the textbook splayed in front of you. You’re torn, you want Billy to stop but at the same time, it feels amazing and you find yourself getting excited at doing this in public.
“I can’t keep quiet,” you breathe, and Billy knows this is true.
“Who are you?” your mothers harsh voice whispers as she stomps over to the table. Billy’s hand retreats and he grins up at your mother, flashing his pearly whites. You know this is bad, Billy is too pretty and your mom told you good-looking boys are trouble.
“I’m Billy,” he extends his hand to her, “Y/n’s classmate. Nice to meet you.”
Your mother doesn’t take his hand, instead she starts gathering your books and stacking them.
“We’re leaving,” she tells you, her seething voice makes Billy’s smile falter. He was always so good with mothers.
You nod, grabbing your backpack and shoving your books into it. You follow her to the counter to check out her books, not turning to look at Billy as he remains seated at the table.
In the car, she begins ranting at you. It’s nothing new, but her tone is a bit more frightening. You’d never had a boy interested in you before so your mother is more terrified than she’s ever been.
“You are not to talk to that boy,” she instructs you, “They only want one thing and he is no exception, no matter how nice he is to you, he is not different.”
You just nod, looking out the window.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” you recite, “I don’t talk to him. We just have a class together.”
“Is that the boy you were wearing makeup for?” she asks, not believing you.
“I wasn’t wearing makeup for a boy,” you promise.
-
Billy’s at your locker the following Monday morning, a new plan formulated. He knows it will take some convincing but you won’t have any interruptions and that’s what he wants.
“Ditch class with me,” he pleads, grabbing your wrist as you reach for the dial on your locker.
“I can’t,” you tell him, an incredulous look on your face, “I’ve never skipped class before.”
“Please?” he brings your hand to his mouth and presses kisses against your knuckles, “for me?”
You heave a sigh, loving when he touches you but you’re scared. You know the school will call home tonight if you skip class. Maybe there was a way to intercept it, answer it before your parents do.
“Where are we going?” you ask, uncertainty still etched on your features.
“My house,” he says, smirking down at you, “No one’s home.”
Oh. Billy wants to do this, now. You slowly turn and nod to him, wanting to please him any way you can.
“Okay,” you reply, your cheeks stained red.
He smiles even bigger, taking your hand and tugging you through the halls.
Billy’s bedroom is interesting. It stinks like cigarettes and he’s messier than you thought, clothes strewn about. He has music posters of bands you’re not allowed to listen to and one of a lady in a zebra print bikini. You don’t resemble her in any way and wonder why Billy is interested in you and not a woman like her.
He closes his bedroom door and kisses you, walking you back until your legs hit his bed and you fall back on it. You look up at him, watching as he lowers to his knees before you. He hikes your knee length skirt up and starts kissing, from your knees to your upper thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes trained on yours.
All the stress about ditching school fades away as you look down at him. He looks angelic and you think there’s no way this could be bad. Not with the way he makes you feel like everything will be alright. He grins against your thigh as you let out a high pitched noise, foreign to your ears. You’re not sure why but sometimes when Billy compliments you, you make weird noises.
“Can I show you something?” he asks, lips dragging against the warm skin of your thighs.
“Yes, please,” you reply with a pant. The feeling of his mouth so close to your core makes you feel elated beyond belief.
He unbuttons the side of your skirt, inching it off your legs. He leans back and starts to untie your shoes, pulling them off so your left in your blouse, underwear and socks. Billy’s pulling your panties off soon after, discarding them carefully next to your skirt. He wraps his hand under your thighs and tugs you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs as he does so. His eyes sparkle up at you and then he sticks his tongue out and your hands grip the bedspread in anticipation. When his tongue meets your aching heat, you fall onto your back and moan out. This feeling is extraordinary and you are immensely thankful Billy wanted to show you this. He moves his hand from your thigh to grab your hand and guide it to his head. At first, you just keep your hand awkwardly on his head but when he sucks your clit into his mouth, you grab at his curls and whimper.
This is ten million times better than his fingers and you can feel the familiar pressure building quicker than ever before. Your other hand knots into his hair while Billy drags his tongue through your folds and initially you’re upset he’s moved away from your clit but then his tongue starts probing your entrance and you let out another loud moan.
“Oh, Billy!”
He moans against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout you. You prop your elbow up so you can look down at him, your eyes meeting as he starts lapping at your clit. You come quick, as soon as Billy moves to slide two fingers inside you easily. You shake around them, crying out his name repeatedly while your orgasm rips through you relentlessly. But Billy doesn’t pull away, he keeps curling his fingers and licking against your clit until you’re pushing his face away.
“Billy, Billy,” you pant out, “S’too much. I can’t…”
He chuckles, pressing kisses against your thigh as he sits back.
“You taste so good,” he praises, wrapping his hands around your calves.
“Feels so good,” you reply, breathlessly.
He stands up, grabbing a hold of your face and kissing you deeply. You can taste and smell your slick, it’s all over his mouth and chin. It’s not unpleasant but you wouldn’t say it tastes good. He pulls away and smiles at you, his eyes are darker than usual and you lean forward to kiss him again.
“You want to touch me, now?” he asks and you nod enthusiastically.
You still hadn’t seen or touched Billy’s cock but you’ve desperately wanted to. You want to learn how to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.
“Yeah?” he bites his lip and pushes your messy hair off your forehead.
“Yes, yes!”
He lounges back against his pillows and motions for you to follow. You sit on your knees beside him and wait for him to take his pants off. Billy unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. He’s going too slow so you reach your hands over and begin unbuttoning his jeans. He hums happily, letting you take the lead. You pulls his jeans down his thighs and he kicks them the rest of the way off, you can see the outline of his length in his white briefs and a small wet spot which intrigues you. You had no idea guys get wet too. You bite your lip nervously as you slide your fingers into the waistband and pull his underwear off. His erection springs out and slaps against his stomach, a gasp leaves your lips as your eyes take him in. You’ve got nothing to compare it to but you like how it looks, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at his face to see his reaction.
Billy let’s out a breath, his lips curling up as he watches your hand. “Tighter,” he instructs you and let’s out a throaty hum as you obey him.
“Yeah, like that,” he whines out, the pitch of his voice something you’ve never heard and you love it. It shoots straight to your core and you feel yourself soaking your thighs.
“Spit in your hand,” he says and you look up at him with wide eyes.
“What?”
“Feels better wet,” he grunts out and you let go to bring your palm to your mouth. His eyes follow so you avert yours, feeling embarrassed as you gather all the spit in your mouth and push it past your lips into your hand.
“Atta girl,” he praises, his voice low and deep.
You wrap your fingers around his cock again and look back up at him for further instruction. He places his hand on yours and shows you what to do, how to stroke him. He lets out a soft moan and pulls his hand away. You mimic the motions he’s shown you, making sure you’re not holding him too loosely. Your curious how his face looks while you’re doing this but you feel entranced by the view of your tiny hand wrapped around his length. It’s making you squirm where you sit, wanting to feel some relief. Billy seems to notice because he pats his thigh.
“Sit here,” he suggests and you listen, placing your knee on the other side and lowering your aching core flush with his thick thigh.
You continue stroking him, grinding down against his thigh as you do so. Moans tumble out of your mouth as you watch your hand working him.
“Faster, baby,” he encourages and you move your hand a little faster, glancing up to his face. He looks blissful, mouth agape as he watches you jerk him off while you writhe against his thigh. He scrunches his nose and you let out a little giggle because it’s so cute.
He smiles, “What’s so funny?”
“You look cute,” you tell him, accidentally curving your hand on the upstroke and Billy lets out a moan.
“Fuck, keep doing it like that.”
You nod, smiling as you bite your lip and repeating the motion. Your clit drags against his thigh in just the right way and you whimper, your upper body leaning forward.
“Such a good girl,” Billy whispers, hand grabbing onto your thigh, “Are you my good girl?”
You nod frantically, “Yes, I’m your good girl, Billy.”
“So good,” he moans, “gonna make me cum, already.”
Remembering how good Billy’s tongue felt on you, you lean forward and experimentally lick his tip.
He groans loudly, “Yeah, baby, such a quick learner.”
You smile at the praise, proud of yourself for doing so well. Billy’s fingers knot into your hair and he keeps letting out these pretty little whines that make you grind against him harder. Since it worked so well the first time, you keep up your pace with your hand and lick all around the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he sits up, “I’m gonna cum. Lay down.”
You obey, laying on your back and watching as he straddles your waist, pushing your blouse up above your tits while he relentlessly strokes himself with his right hand until he’s spilling all over your hips and bare stomach. Intrigued, you press your hand to it and pull away to see white strings connecting your palm and belly.
“It’s kinda gross,” Billy admits, chuckling softly as he moves off the bed and grabs a t-shirt from his dirty laundry and cleans his cum off your stomach and hand. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips and smiles.
“You did so good for me,” he nudges his nose against yours, “Did you have fun?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “I wanna do it again.”
“Soon,” he kisses you again, “Let’s get you back to school for now.”
-
“Do you wanna come over to my house on Sunday?” you ask Billy the following Friday.
He smiles at you, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulls you close to him.
“Your house?” he asks inquisitively, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah,” you nod, “My parents go to church from 8 until 1. I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and you can come over.”
“What are we gonna do?” he teases, smirking as your cheeks turns a deep red shade.
You hide your face against his chest as you giggle, grabbing onto his jacket. He pulls you back so he can look at your face, palm flush against your cheek.
“We’re gonna have fun,” you inform him.
“Sounds like a plan, loser,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips, lacing your fingers as he walks you to class.
Saturday night, you don’t sleep well because you’re dripping with excitement. So when the next morning rolls around, you look exhausted and your mom notices when she comes to wake you up. You whine and roll over away from her.
“I don’t feel well, mom,” you admit, hiding your face from her so she can’t see the smile you’re unable to hold back. “Can I stay home and sleep in?”
“You want me and Daddy to stay back to take care of you?” she asks, rubbing soothing circles in your back.
“No, I’ll be okay by myself. I don’t want you guys to miss the sermon,” you mumble, rolling onto your back as you will your face to keep your secret.
“Okay, honey,” she says, “We’ll stop on the way back and get you some soup.”
“Okay, momma, thank you.”
When you’re sure you can hear their car leaving the garage, you spring up and run to your closet to change into one of your outfits you keep hidden. You forego wearing bra and panties, pulling your prettiest lace blouse on and a short black skirt. You pull on a pair of thigh high socks so you don’t feel quite as exposed. Next you sit at your vanity and style your hair carefully, smiling proudly when it lays the way you want it to. You put on some light makeup and hide the products back in the drawer, covering them with notebooks. As you admire your work, you hear the familiar purr of Billy’s Camaro barreling down the street. You rush to the foyer and peek out the window to see Billy parking several houses down. He climbs out of the car, looking casual in a t-shirt and jeans. As he walks up the walkway, you open the door and smile excitedly at him.
“Hey, darling,” he greets you, “Don’t you look cute today.”
“Hi, Billy!” you chirp, extending your hand and once he grabs it, you pull him inside and close the door. You don’t want any neighbors seeing and telling your parents. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a tight hug, making you squeal as he lifts you off the ground.
He sets you down and kisses your forehead, “Why don’t you show me your room?”
“Okay,” you gush, leading him down the hallway and into your room. Billy looks around, seeing the gaggle of stuffed animals strewn across the floor. Maybe you should’ve cleaned up before he arrived. He purses his lips as he keeps looking around.
“It’s very pink,” he observes and you flush.
“My mom decorated it,” you admit as you shut your door. “Sit,” you suggest, pointing to your unmade bed.
Billy listens, kicking his boots off before he sits back on your bed. You straddle his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck and collide your lips with his. He makes a surprised noise, arms circling your waist as your tongue grazes against his lips. He parts them, allowing you access as his eyes flutter shut. Billy’s shocked you’re making the moves here but he likes it, it shows him you’re just as eager as he is.
You pull away once you’re too flustered, looking into his eyes as you confess, “I wanna have sex.”
“Oh, you do, huh?” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Uh-huh,” you nod, smiling wide.
“Well, I can’t say no to you,” he nudges his nose against yours, lifting you off the bed as he stands. Billy turns back around and lays you on your back, resting your head on your pillows. He positions himself between your legs and flips your skirt up, staring down at your exposed and glistening pussy. He gasps softly, eyes flicking back up to yours.
“You little slut,” he exhales, his fingers pressing to your hole and gathering your slick before dragging it up through your folds. “Soaking wet just for me?”
“Yes,” you pant out, squirming from his touch, “Just for you, Billy.”
He grins up at you, moving his left hand to push your top up to confirm his suspicions that you’re also not wearing a bra. He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth so he can suck your slick off of them. Then, Billy pulls your shirt up and over your head before dragging your skirt off, just leaving you in your socks. Feeling a little too exposed compared to him, your hands cover your tits. He scoots down and lowers his head between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart. You hold his eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, you let out a soft moan. Even though you’re the only two in the house, you feel like you need to keep quiet.
Billy focuses in on your clit, his tongue drawing circles against it. You whimper, squeezing your breasts as you watch him work. He nods his head slowly, dragging his tongue through your folds as he does so. His eyes are the prettiest shade of blue, sparkling as they peer up at you. And he’s so good at this, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as he works at your pussy with his expert tongue. When he enters you with his fingers, your back arches and your left hand grabs at his hair.
“Billy,” you whimper, “feels so good…”
You watch his lips curl up from between your legs, it urges you to the edge and you know you’re not going to last much longer. His left hand digs into the flesh of your thigh as he pumps his fingers in and out of your, the obscene sound of how you’re practically pouring into his hand fills the room. You can’t keep your voice down, cries of pleasure bubble out of your throat and Billy doubles down on your clit, lapping at it feverishly. He curls his fingers every time he pulls them out, dragging against your wall. He slips a third one in and you climax instantly, thrashing up against his face while your hand in his hair holds him firm. You grind against his face, riding your orgasm out as you cry his name repeatedly.
He pulls away when you relax, quickly ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him. His fingers fumble as he tries to unzip his pants, his hard on ready to burst out as he wants nothing more than to bury it in your tight, soaking hole. He worries for a second that he hasn’t stretched you out enough but his overwhelming arousal pushes the thoughts away. He gets his pants off finally, briefs peeling away with them. He positions himself, grabbing onto his cock and presses his tip to your entrance.
“It’s gonna hurt a little bit at first, baby,” he warns you, “but I’m gonna help you through it and then it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Are you ready?”
His words are breathless as they leave his shiny, pink lips and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.
“I’m ready,” you whine, “Please, fuck me, Billy.”
He groans lowly, dragging the head of his cock through your folds to spread your slick across it. You feel as he presses it back against your entrance and he begins to push it in and he was right. It burns as he slides the tip inside and your body freezes, your legs shaking as they threaten to shut. He moves his left hand under your ass and angles your hips up a bit, pushing an inch deeper.
You whimper, this time in pain instead of pleasure. Billy nods at you, “You okay, baby?”
“Mhm… it just burns,” you admit softly.
It’s taking everything in him to not jerk his hips forward and slam in his cock in your tight pussy. He lets out a shaky breath as he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles. It helps, relaxing you enough to where he can push in another couple inches.
“Billy,” you whine.
“I know, baby,” he coos, “As long as we go slow, you’ll be okay.”
He continues stimulating your clit, pulling out a bit before pushing forward again. Slowly, but surely, he bottoms out inside you and once he does, the burning subsides. He leans down to kiss your jaw, making sure you’re comfortable before he rolls his hips gently. The sound that falls from your lips sounds like one of pleasure.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” you pant, “feel so full…”
You’ve heard that sex could hurt, but you didn’t understand until now. However, it was a bearable pain, it wasn’t excruciating. Billy was doing his absolute best to be gentle with you, peppering your face with kisses as he starts thrusting slowly. The more he does it, the better it feels and you relax under him. He grits his teeth at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, you’re so tight he keeps fighting to gain his composure, not wanting to hurt you but his entire body is telling him to fuck you senseless.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks through clenched teeth, closing his eyes tightly.
“Uh-uh,” you breath, unable to control your hips as they roll up into him. “Keep going…”
He moans out, his pace quickening at the confirmation. He grabs onto your jaw, turning your face to his while he thrusts into you harder. It pulls a grunt out of you but your eyes tell him it feels good.
“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your cheeks, “you’re such a good girl for me.”
“I’m a good girl,” you babble without thinking, your voice sounds funny with your mouth squished between his fingers.
“Yeah, you are,” he praises, drilling into you faster and harder.
Your spread your legs further apart, staring into his eyes. The feeling is overwhelming and lovely, you want to tell Billy you love him, that you love him but you can’t form words. Instead, short moans and cries fall out of you and Billy’s thrusts falter and he curses himself. He doesn’t want to cum already. You guys just started but the sounds you make and tight your pussy is gripping him is making it increasingly difficult. Your beautiful, doe eyes looking back at him aren’t making it any easier so he ducks his head down and starts licking at your nipple. You moan out, your eyes closing as you lay your head back onto your pillows. Billy moves his hand between your bodies so he can rub at your clit again, his hips rocking into you relentlessly. You’re quickly pushed over the edge, your orgasming crashing into you like a ton of bricks as you scream his name out. Billy let’s you ride it out for a bit before chasing his own, grabbing onto your hips as he drills into you impossibly hard and fast. You keep crying out his name, the sensation of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot over and over is excruciatingly pleasant. Your body thrashes around underneath him and Billy’s hips falter, pushing deep into you as he fills you up before he knows it’s happening. He’d meant to pull out but his own orgasm is abruptly ripped from him and he didn’t have time. He collapses on top of you, a panting mess while he attempts to kiss you.
You wrap your arms and legs around him, squeezing him tightly as you continue to whimper against his open mouth. It’s all ruined too quickly as you hear the front door open and slam shut.
“Honey! We’re home,” you hear your mothers voice.
Billy’s jumping off the bed, you follow suit and usher him to your closet, shoving him inside and grabbing your robe. You close the closet door and throw the robe on. You hop back into the bed and pull the duvet over your body.
“We were too worried about you so we left early,” your mom says as she opens the door.
You feel Billy’s cum leaking out of you and your eyes widen when you realize his clothes and boots are on display on the floor. Your mother notices your makeup first.
“Why are you wearing makeup?” she asks, furiously and then glances down to Billy’s boots sitting next to your bed. “Is there a boy in here?”
You spring out of bed, gathering Billy’s clothes and boots as your mother makes her way to the closet. You’re panicking but you know she’s already found you out. She opens the door wide and is met with a naked Billy, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead while he holds his hands over his junk. You watch in horror as he smiles at your mother.
“Hi,” he says, “I was hoping we’d formally meet before this but…”
You mother interrupts him by yelling your fathers name, “Grab the shotgun!”
Billy’s face falls and you quickly hand him his clothes, eyes telling him to run. He grabs them and books it for the door, down the hallway and out the front door. Your dad stands in the kitchen, watching as the naked boy runs from your room out the front door with his jaw dropped. You figure you’re already a goner so you step outside the door, waving to him as he gets in his car.
“Bye, Billy! See you tomorrow!” you call out and you can see him laughing, shaking his head before he starts up his car and peels out of the neighborhood as fast as he can.
Your mother yanks you inside and slams the door.
“If you think you’re going back to that school, you are sorely mistaken,” she shrieks but you can’t find yourself to care that you’ve upset her. You’d do anything to do that again with Billy.
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𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐲.
idolatry \ īˈdälətrē \ (n.) - extreme admiration, love, or reverence for something or someone.
❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x fem!reader
❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend just makes the perfect wedding date
❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader is wearing a dress, is called beautiful, shorter than gojo, reader drinks alcohol
❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.8k
❆ 𝐚/𝐧: you are all subject to me writing self indulgent fics ♡ currently stuck at an airport for a wedding tomorrow and this man would look so fine in a suit (also i Would Like to marry him). anyways i love you thank you for reading !!!
any excuse gojo satoru had to dress up and take the night off, he’d eat up.
you offhandedly mentioned to your boyfriend that you had a family wedding coming up. fortunately, you were given the opportunity to bring a plus one–and you knew just the man for the occasion.
“should we match? and coordinate our outfits?”
“it’s not high school prom, satoru. we don’t have to match”
he didn’t know. while his life had been very well lived in his 28 years, attending a wedding hadn’t been crossed off his list yet. he’d secretly hoped that the first one he would attend would be yours, with him standing across from you to seal in your devotion to one another for the rest of your lives.
but alas, he can’t get what he wants this time.
while he’s met your family here and there, this will be the first full-scale event where you’re hard launching your boyfriend into the family. it’s a lot at once. for a normal person, it’d be overwhelming. but most weren’t people-oriented the way your boyfriend was.
“can you at least tell me the color of your dress?”
“it’s green”
“green suit then. got it.”
reading your body language and glare burning the back of his head, satoru was quick to write it off as ‘kidding!’ of course you believed him, but half of your brain told you not to.
you had almost forgotten about it all until the day of the event, when satoru picked up his suit from the dry cleaner. you tried to steal a peek underneath the white bag, but he playfully swatted you away with a “nuh-uh.” you pushed it from your mind and continued to get ready.
satoru’s cologne was always the indication that it was time to go. subtle yet overwhelming, the musky scent filled the air of any room he walked into. it felt like he applied enough so everyone could smell it, but you could only appreciate it if you were buried into his neck. it sucked you in and was warm enough to feel like an embrace. when you could hear him applying his cologne, the scent came moments later, and so did the nerves.
usually in uniform or in sweatpants, rarely could satoru go all out and dress to the nines. you’ve only been lucky to see it once or twice, but never to this extent.
you walked out of the bathroom to meet him, and man, he looked good. it took everything in you to remember the commitment you made to your family and your rsvp instead of staying home and jumping him there.
in his black suit, he definitely cleaned up well. the black suit only contrasted his snow-white hair, which matched into the white button-up he paired underneath. after the first wave of nerves and infatuation passed, you were relieved to note he wasn’t wearing a full-green suit like he’d teased. the harder you looked, though, you could see glimpses of yourself and his love woven in the outfit. a green pocket square, a thin green tie, and even socks to match.
he even matched his cufflinks to the type of metal your jewelry was.
gosh, he was so perfect sometimes, it infuriated you. this time, you could let it pass. maybe just this once.
he let out a whistle when his eyes met yours.
“you look beautiful, love”
“you don’t look so bad yourself, satoru”
“oh don’t be mean, you were practically drooling over there”
“shut up,” you laughed. he pulled you into a kiss to meet your giggles halfway. he just loved to kiss you when you were smiling, just so he could taste how happy he made you.
satoru wore his happiness on his sleeve; probably more, if there was even a phrase for it. you could hear that he was smiling when he talked. he would smile while kissing you, which would always pull and curl his lips in a way that made you melt. he was so unapologetically and irrevocably in love with you, and the best way to show it was with his smile–in any way he could.
he pulled your hand close, placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, and led you outside to the car. opening the door for you like the gentleman he was, you feigned a “wow, thank you, baby” to make him feel so chivalrous, as if he doesn’t do it every time
and you did the same, as you always had, when he opened the door for you at the venue. he took your hand so tenderly in his as you walked inside.
the ceremony was intimate, so you and most of the party were only attending the reception. satoru was already confused by the proceedings and this didn’t help his case.
“so they’re already married? they already kissed the bride? we missed the vows?”
“yes, love,” was the only way you could answer. it was almost a soft launch into a wedding for him. no formalities of ceremonies that were following any specific practice or culture, just dancing and alcohol with a side of celebrating love.
boy, you needed a drink. gojo had a million questions about family members he hadn’t seen in a while, how they were, and if they would remember him.
you both made your rounds during the cocktail hour to greet old and new friends and family. always the social butterfly, satoru seemed to command every conversation and have everyone feel included and heard.
he had a certain air about him that made anyone he was talking to seem like the most important person in the world. he was an avid listener, eye-contact enthusiast, and lover of remembering details about people. oh, you told him you were looking to vacation in europe last time he saw you? best believe he’d ask if you’ve gotten there yet.
because he was driving, satoru drank just enough to get him loose. meanwhile, family events made you slam drink after drink. something about all your family in a dance hall with an open bar just spoke to you.
the rest of the night flowed as it usually did. you had found your seats with some of your favorite family members, and gojo made a point to sit as close to you as he could.
it was one of your favorite things about him. he unconsciously always scoots his chair closer to you, so at least your legs would be touching. such a clingy man–he’d die before anyone at that table but you knew it though.
so under the table his affection stayed, in the form of foot taps and unconscious shapes drawn on your thigh as he talked to one of your cousin’s boyfriends.
the alcohol had made you a little spacey before the reception truly kicked off. the couple had their first dance, and afterwards, all the couples in the room were invited to share it with them.
satoru giggled at you.
“why are you looking at me like that”
“i just think you’re pretty, satoru”
he slowly stood up and adjusted his suit jacket.
“if you wanted to ask me to dance, you could’ve just asked. there’s no need to be shy about it, baby”
maybe it was the alcohol, but something about satoru tonight made your heart skip a few beats. it did turn you a little shy, you realized. you felt the blush creeping up your face as he grabbed your hand.
“may i have this dance?”
so lame. it was so lame. so cliche, overdone, movie-esque…the list can go on. normally, you would’ve faked a gag at this line. he loved to pull out the cheesy lines to make you squirm.
nothing came out this time. you just looked at him with your cheeks hot, shyly looking away as you rose to meet him.
satoru led you to the dance floor before putting his hand on your waist with your clasped hands at your sides. you found yourself buried into his chest, listening to his heartbeat in line with the slow song playing in the background. the music seemed to fade out of your mind as it felt like the two of you were the only people on the dance floor.
he kept the pace (and kept you upright) as the two of you stepped back and forth with one another, bodies falling into each other to the tune of the song.
his cologne was intoxicating. something about it made your heart soar. you wanted to get ready with him for the rest of your lives. stupid how something as simple as whatever he decided to spray had you wanting it to be your reminder of plans every time you made them. you hoped that scent would be your own personal alarm every time you and satoru had somewhere to go. hell, you’d make plans if it meant he’d fill up the house with this little piece of himself.
“what do you think our wedding will be like?”
the vibration of satoru’s chest with his question pulls you out of your thoughts.
you think about it for a bit. you wondered what the two of you would be like by then. it could be tomorrow or in five years–either way, you wouldn’t be the same as you are now. just the thought alone made you excited.
you were in love with him, definitely. in love with who he was about to be, in love with who he was when you met him. who he was when he woke up this morning, yesterday, last week, and who he’ll be tomorrow. it was all unknown. but not a scary unknown, no; it was comforting that you two grew adjacently to one another, yet, together.
that’s love, you realized. maybe it’s not sharing your first dance among your friends and family, or standing face-to-face professing your vows, or wearing white or taking some seal to honor and love each other for as long as you live.
it was something in-between, something unwritten; hidden between open car doors and cufflinks.
you would dance with him as long as you could, though. at least you had known that for sure. happiness with satoru must be between slow dancing together, wondering when he’d pull you close and dip you, each time pretending he was going to drop you because he thought it was funny, just to kiss you when he pulled you back up. or maybe when he’d twirl you off his hand, stealing a glimpse at the way your eyes stayed on him while you slowly spun.
the rest of the night was incredibly uneventful. satoru danced with all of your aunties and your mother, stealing them away to tell them how beautiful they looked so they’d feel loved.
maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind, or maybe it was the most sober thought you’d had all night, but like satoru, you found yourself wishing that the next wedding you go to would be your own.
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The Weasleys Aren't Great Parents...
I know a lot here love to talk about how the Weasleys were so good to take Harry in and all that... But the truth is, the parenting skills of Molly and Arthur Weasley are questionable at best.
I'm not saying they don't love their kids and Harry — they do, and they do so honestly. I'm just here to say they aren't actually a good example of parenting.
Like, when fans talk about the Weasleys what I usually see is either treating them like they are a perfect example of a family or unfair bashing. So, while I definitely believe that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love their kids, this post showcases where their parenting skills are lacking...
So, the Weasleys, to Harry, seem like the perfect example of a happy, loving family. Now, I'm not saying there isn't love there, but the family dynamics we see aren't great, to put it lightly. Harry just has no reference for anything better.
Children Running Away
The first thing I want to mention here is that all Weasley children leave the Burrow and their parents the first chance they get.
Bill goes to work for Gringotts in Egypt.
Charlie goes to tame dragons in Romania.
Percy, well, Percy is a whole can of worms right there. But once his parents shun him for being more successful than his father in the ministry, he doesn't look back.
Fred and George leave Hogwarts in the middle of their seventh year and move out of home then, before their even done with school.
I don't think that's normal. This is what we see in houses where there is mistreatment of children, so they don't want to stay any moment longer than necessary. Because all of this, what all of them did, was running away from home.
Each of these Weasleys was seventeen — maybe eighteen when he chose to leave (sometimes the country). This is running away, even if they still talk to their parents, they did rub away from living under the same roof.
This already suggests to me something unhealthy is going on there.
favoritism
Any child psychologist would tell you one of the worst things a parent could do is pick favorites amongst their children. All children, favored or not, suffer from it.
And Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.... well, they showcase favoritism constantly, here is an example from Order of the Phoenix:
“Get him red and gold to match his badge,” said George, smirking.
“Match his what?” said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of
maroon socks and placing them on Ron’s pile.
“His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over
quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.”
Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas.
“His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?”
Ron held up his badge.
Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s.
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A
prefect! That’s everyone in the family!”
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
(Order of the Pheonix, page 163)
Molly is so glad to have prefects in the family, that she actually ignores the fact Fred and George aren't prefects and are her kids. George actually calls her out on it, except she isn't actually listening to him l. No, she pushes him aside. This treatment is insane, and I don't blame them for up and leaving the moment they turned seventeen.
This favoritism is seen more, this is from Chamber of Secrets:
“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to —”
All three of Mrs. Weasley’s sons were taller than she was, but they
cowered as her rage broke over them.
“Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —”
“Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred.
“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S
BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —”
It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry, who backed away.
“I’m very pleased to see you, Harry, dear,” she said. “Come in and have some breakfast.”
(Chamber of Secrets, page 38)
Prefect Percy is better than Fred and George and they should learn from him and be more like him, according to Mrs. Weasley. This sort of comparison between children is really harmful to their development and is frowned upon by most. Definitely by me.
Not to mention how Harry is definitely a favorite of hers, so much so he does not get shouted at for the same crime, but get's food. That is honestly the bare minimum she can do for him considering...
Harry's Abuse
The Weasleys are aware of Harry's abuse. They are made aware of it time and time again, and with all their love for Harry — they do nothing more than give him food when he asks. I don't think I need to explain why this is terrible.
“I don’t blame you, dear,” she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine
sausages onto his plate. “Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we’d come and get you ourselves if you hadn’t written back to Ron by Friday. But really” (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate), “flying an illegal car halfway across the country — anyone could have seen you —”
She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.
“It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred.
“You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped.“They were starving him, Mum!” said George.
“And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.
(Chamber of Secrets, page 39)
George here outright tells her Harry was being starved — this goes ignored. When Harry writes to her to send him food, she sends it, but doesn't ask him why he isn't being fed:
She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help … Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.
(Goblet of Fire, page 28)
No, she sent him food but didn't bother doing anything to help a child out of a clearly abusive situation. Not even asking why he isn't getting enough food.
Arthur Weasley isn't any better. He knows just as much as Molly and even met Harry's pleasant relatives:
“Harry said good-bye to you,” he said. “Didn’t you hear him?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. “Honestly, I don’t care.”
Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to see your nephew till next summer,” he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. “Surely you’re going to say good-bye?”
(Goblet of Fire, page 48)
He acts as if the Dursleys are normal. As if a child saying their caretakers wouldn't care he wasn't there isn't cause for alarm. No, Arthur Weasley just thought it impolite and odd, but not enough to actually do something to help Harry. Just annoy Uncle Vernon.
Blaming Kids For Things Not Their Fault
“You?” she said, catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs and replacing it in front of her. “Why should I be worried about you?”
“When Mum’s next letter finally gets through Umbridge’s screening process,” said Ron bitterly, now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight, “I’m going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s sent a Howler again.”
“But —”
“It’ll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait,” said Ron darkly. “She’ll say I should’ve stopped them leaving, I should’ve grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something. . . . Yeah, it’ll be all my fault. . . .”
(Order of the Pheonix, page 679)
After Fred and George leave Hogwarts, Ron tells Hermione she should worry about him because he would suffer their mother's ire. He speaks about it as if it's a regular occurrence. Like he regularly gets blamed for Feed and George's mishaps when the twins aren't there.
This is incredibly unfair to Ron, Fred, and George. There is no reason Ron should fear his parent's response for something he had no control over.
Conclusions
As I stated above, I don't think Arthur and Molly Weasley are abusive or neglectful or that they don't love their kids. They are far from perfect, loving, and dotting parents I see them sometimes portrayed as. Neither are they as awful as I sometimes see them. Like many characters in this series, they are more complex than that.
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hiya! i’m OBSESSED with your writing btw..
i was wondering whether i could please request smth with george w x fem reader
was thinking something like george (and fred, because we love a secretly supportive brother) have been writing to their mum about how all round great r is and molly just HAS to meet her
(maybe slight hurt/comfort with r having not so nice parents) reader is invited to spend *pick a holiday* at the burrow… chaotic fluff and motherly doting from molly ensues
tysm if you consider this xx
a/n: THANK YOU for choosing to be obsessed with my silly little pieces! also, this request is so wholesome! was a real cozy moment to write this.
pairing: george weasley x fem!reader
warnings: none.
pretty good idea
14.10.23
“Do you really think this is a good idea, Georgie?” you say as you shift your weight from one foot to another.
George almost melts at the nickname. He most definitely melts at the thought of you caring so much about him, to be nervous about just meeting his family.
He places a reassuring hand on you shoulder, and lets in travel down to taka your hand in his. Squeezing it tightly, he says, “They will absolutely love you.”
Standing just outside the Burrow, he looks at you with a soft smile.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
He exhales lightly. “I’m just enjoying this moment when I still get to have you all for myself. It will all change in just a sec.”
“It will…” you mumble, not fully managing to shake of the nervous feeling harbouring in your chest.
The worrying wrinkle between your brows is back. “Actually, maybe I should just go–”
The door to the Burrow slams open, revealing a cheery, round-faced woman.
“There you are!” Mrs. Weasley almost yells. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tight. “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you! George has mentioned you in every letter – every letter – he’s written to me. I thought, if (y/n) is so amazing, I simply have to meet her!”
She continues her chattering as she pulls you inside. Inside is bubbling with activity and chatter and light and laughter. It’s overwhelming at first, your own family always keeping a respectful distance and somewhat cold aura. But this warmth, this obvious love, welcomes you and pulls you in.
“Hey, (y/n)!” Fred approaches you, reaching his hand up for a high-five.
You hesitantly comply, saying, “Hi Fred.”
He smiles lightly. “I see you survived mum.”
You smile, still feeling the warmth and welcoming aura of Molly Weasley. “She’s really sweet.”
He snorts, saying in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait til she starts knitting you socks for Christmas!”
You can’t help but smile at the thought. “They would be my most loved socks of all.”
—
After dinner, you end up in the small living room. Ginny and Fred are busy playing a cardgame. Mr and Mrs Weasley make low conversation in the kitchen, the radio buzzing with some cheesy song about “Love is a strange kind of magic…”
George pulls you closer, almost pulling you into his lap. Sitting in the worn-out couch, you can feel his breath on your ear. He’s warm and wonderful, his knitted sweater slightly scratching on you exposed neck. You relax into him, smiling contentedly.
“I told you they would love you. Just like I do.” George cuddles his freckled nose into your ear. It tickles ever so slightly.
You hum. “I love you too.”
Fred throws a candy wrapper across the room, hitting George in the back of the head. “Stop being gross!”
“You’re just jealous, since you don’t have the balls to ask out Angelina!”
Fred’s ears turn red, starting to match his hair. “Shut up, I’m working on it.”
“Oh, yeah? Work a little harder then!” George bites back.
He turns his attention to you, softening instantly. Pulling ha loose strand of hair and toying with it between his fingers, he almost whispers, “You still think it was a bad idea?”
You lean into him. “Hmm. No. Pretty good idea, actually.”
“Yeah. Pretty good.”
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said you’re smoking less, and then you ashed it on your chest
summary; rafe embraced his change in appearance.
paring; rafe x fem!reader
warnings; fluff, drug use
a/n; this is definitely not that long but i wanted to hurry and write something to honor rafe’s new hair in s3, it may pass for a blurb but i don’t think so. hope you enjoy!
Rafe didn’t give a fuck.
Now, he doesn’t, anyway.
He seems as though he’s shed a new skin, with the buzzing of his hair. Prickly sharp ends, yet soft, minuscule, and shaven all at once.
So, now he’s got this sense of feeling untouchable.
Hence the reasoning behind him not giving a fuck.
But, he had to admit he give a fuck about a little something in particular.
The moments as he stood in the mirror, gazing back at his image before him. Bathroom tile cold beneath his sock clad feet, wriggling his toes about not having enough hair for the first time in his life. In those moments, the mere thing that was withholding him for just having at it, was you.
Rafe foraged for your opinion, in any and every thing that he’d done.
It could be an activity as simple as picking out which shirt he wanted to start his days with, if he thought— if he knew you didn’t like it … he wasn’t fucking wearing it.
He had adoration for you opinion and respected it above all.
On a whim, pajama pants hugging his waist deliciously, the green and blue plaid swiveling about as he paced in the plane bathroom. He’d been waiting for you for going on an hour now— impatiently as one could tell— a sleep over so to speak. Brown tresses parted in the middle, layering the sides of his face— he ran a limp hand through it sickened by the roots and the split ends.
He wanted change from the core memories laced to this hairstyle.
Rafe decided he couldn’t decipher on his own, and he wanted his new appearance to be a surprise to you.
With that’s being said, the only ‘friend’ he could turn to was cocaine.
The one and only thing he didn’t give a damn about your opinion on.
Cocaine— was of comfort to Rafe, and he refused to make himself uncomfortable because someone else didn’t like it.
It stayed when other didn’t, it made him whole.
As sickening as that sounds.
As far as you knew, Rafe wasn’t ‘doing’ cocaine. And he was astonished that you hadn’t caught on yet.
But, right now that was not his main concern.
A thin crumbly substance-laced pure white line, maneuvered with the back of a credit card. Rafe lowered himself, eye-line with his addiction.
Mouth hungrily slobbering from the inside, tapping just the ends with a lick of his pink tongue. It was sensational, and ethereal and everything in between. Plugging one nostril, speedily, in cranes his neck to breathe in the rest of the drug.
A hype of adrenaline rushed through Rafe veins, slowly and all and once.
“Do it, pussy.”
He spat at himself in the mirror, mimicking that of a boxer that is about the get ready for the start of a match. Bouncing on the tips of his toes, whilst his own fists beat the center of his shirtless chest— the flesh turning a fiery red.
“Do it! You fucking pussy!”
Rafe pat the sides of his head, turning on the hair clippers with no second thought. Humming buzz sending him into a thrill, chuckling back at himself whilst the chunks of old locks fell to the white floor beneath him.
Rightfully, here he is the moments after urging to punch a whole in the walls— he’s so fucking invincible.
A knock rang timely in the Cameron household, loud enough that it seemed like it was coming from the outskirts. Yet, it was you, prominently knocking after having waited over ten minutes.
Rafe was too occupied by his new look.
Beige door flying directly open, revealing a hairless Rafe.
Your mouth slack open, Rafe has always had hair— you thought.
But wait, it miraculously somehow suits him,
Before you could even utter the words to Rafe, He’s embracing you. Along arms swinging and swaying, whilst he effortlessly picked you up with the lift of one hand— squishing you flush against him. Arms flexing and folding, resembling a small child that missed someone so.
He never faulted, he never failed to hold you that close.
Because it was you.
You willingly oblige, somewhat not taken aback by his sudden attack of fondness.
He exhales lowly, direct eye contact, puckering his lips desiring his ‘hello’ kiss.
A kiss to Rafe was hello, goodbye, and everything in between.
Any you appreciated the greeting. The mouthy kiss was paced and slow, yet wet and meaningful. Lips turning about to meet the others in hunger.
Rafe forced himself to pull away, though he really fucking held power with his newly shaven head.
Would you think so?
“D-do you like it, princess?”
Someone that was just on top of the world secondarily, is now putty in your hands.
Awaiting your approval to, pick him apart through and through. Your fingertips feathered over the bits of hair, a little grin becoming of you.
“Fuckin’, love it.”
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𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗧𝗛𝗛 & 𝗚𝗗
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗚𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝗡𝗮𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗮
𝗔𝗡: 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗮 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀!!! 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗮𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘀/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀/𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀
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; ɢᴜɴᴅʜᴀᴍ
Complete opposites!
Compliments you but not without hiding his blushing face with his scarf and stuttering slightly
If you ever need help picking an outfit, he’ll definitely help!
Tries very hard to get exactly your style and sometimes puts in darker themed jewelry like a necklace, bracelet or earrings that are darker themed and matches his style so it feels like you’re his and it also boosts his ego a bit
Will want to wear matching jewelry with you, with him wearing the more pastel colors, that matches your style, while you wear the more darker toned colors
If you ever wear short clothing, he blushes so hard that he’ll look like he’ll pass out right there
He gets used to used to it after a while but blushes if you adjust your clothes near him and he looks down, then he’ll turn bright red
; ɴᴀɢɪᴛᴏ
Is smitten with you and finds you absolutely adorable
Already worships you but now it’s 10x more, he thinks you’re a beautiful goddess or a fallen angel
You’re just so cute in his eyes
If you’re up for matching clothing, he will never disagree—even if it doesn’t exactly look good on him, he’ll do anything to make someone as cute as you happy
“Oh dear, for me? You really don’t need to get this for a scum like me, my love. You want to match? Anything for you.”
Since this man can practically get money from nothing because of his luck, he’s practically loaded and will be willing to spend everything he has for you
College tuition? Who cares about that when he can just spend it on those cute little frilly skirts and hair clips that you want so much!
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Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes!
Why ask to match if you’re already going to accidentally match because of how similar your styles are?
But even so, she will beat you on asking to match first
“Having matching hair clips and socks sounds co cute doesn’t it? I’m totally getting this for us!”
Is so happy to have a partner who has a similar style to her and will definitely borrow some stuff from your closet if she can
“I have nothing to match these shorts! Hmm, I’ll just cheat your closet real super quick for some!”
Your closet is her closet and her closet is your closet
Accidental power couple
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Sunshine Protector
So here we are - my 100th posepack! That feels like a silly number to be honest, and like I should apologise for spamming with my nonsense over the last two years. I'm so grateful to everyone who's used my poses, and who've made requests; it's definitely helped me improve! Thank you!!
For this 100th pack, I decided to make some poses specifically for it rather than sharing requested poses/poses I've already made for my story. I adore the sunshine x protector trope so that's what I did here, except because I'm me and I'm annoying, in this pack it's the shorter Sim who's in the protector role. It matches the dynamic of my main couple and it's been hard to find poses that reflect that.
These were made with masc rigs and there may be clipping or floating depending on Sim and body type.
You will need:
- Pose Player
- Teleport Any Sim or MCCC
TOU: please don’t paywall or claim as your own. You may adjust for personal use to avoid clipping etc., but please don’t pass them off as your own work.
DOWNLOAD HERE (SFS)
You can easily browse more of my posepacks in my gallery.
Also! My Sims story's 2 year anniversary was a couple of months ago and I missed it for various reasons, so I thought I'd do a joint celebration since it's this story that got me into making poses in the first place. I made a bunch of gifts and hated them all except for this one - Fen's sock collection, since his socks are the real main character. I used prints from the freebie section of the CreativeFabrica site btw which I highly recommend!
Download Fen's sock collection here (SFS)
The Maxis Match Feet link is here
Thank you @ts4-poses and @alwaysfreecc !
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!
New Year, New Kisses
fluff; wc: 1,42 k .
ot5 x fem reader!; kiss kiss fall in love; tw: none .
Txt as how they would kiss they’re partner when the clock strikes Midnight.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･
✩ Soobin — Surprise!
You were completely captivated by the whole atmosphere of the New Years Eve party this year, maybe because it was your first time or maybe because Soobin was right by your side. You didn’t know yet if it was the hand that held yours so delicately and sometimes played with your fingers under the table or the dazzling look Soobin gave you every time you locked eyes but definitely sometimes was stirring in your chest, making you a little bit more expectant of the upcoming count for the New Year. As the time approached, Soobin gave your hand a little squeeze to get your attention. “Wanna get some fresh air?” As if a teenager in love you were you nodded so enthusiastically that his own lips curved into a pretty smile too; you went to the other side of the party, a little outdoor decorated space with dangling lights and the perfect view for the firework show. But just as you were to turn round and compliment the place, you felt Soobin’s soft lips pecking you quickly as the background music faded away into the chanting of Happy New year and the firework’s exploding in the sky, just as they were exploding in your mind when he shyly backed away for a bit “Surprise?” You threw yourself into his arms and started pecking his face as he laughed like a little kid, you definitely hit the jackpot with him.
✩ Yeonjun — “I don’t need no light to see you shine”
“Look at you…” Yeonjun trailed as he made you twirl while smiling from ear to ear; your first New Year’s Eve together, definitely something he would never forget, including this very moment with both of you deciding to stay home and wear matching fuzzy sweaters and pajamas; the way your laughter and smile could lit up any room being in a fancy party or not, was one of the things Yeonjun was most grateful for: You didn’t knew how much you illuminated his life, like an ever burning star. “The socks are my favorite part” you said as the both of you lay in the couch, cuddling into each other’s embrace; of course, those were your favorite, it was a gift from him and now seeing him wearing a pair too, brought you so much warmth and joy that you felt like the night couldn’t even get better. “This is my favorite part” He said as he took your hand and guided the both of you to your balcony; Yeonjun decided to hug you from behind, arms linked in your waist and head resting on your shoulder; as he started to count in a whisper to your ears, you smiled and just as he got to the number one and the first firework exploded right behind your back; you cupped his cheeks and kissed him, for a long moment, time no longer existed. Just the two of you, lips molding together, dancing in a waltz that was made for them. When you separated, trying to search for some air with blushing cheeks and huffed breaths, you still managed to let out a cheeky “For many more like these” Yeonjun smiled and quickly hugged you like a Teddy bear, while kissing the crown of your head; he thanked whoever was above you two for putting you in his life.
✩ Beomgyu— “Don’t know what to do without you”
“I thought you hated these kinds of things” Beomgyu said as he motioned the room with his finger and rolled his eyes, imitating you but all you could do was smile and gave him a slap in the arm playfully. After all, it was true. You didn’t like these parties nor the formalities that came with them, the only reason that you came this year was… “It must be uncomfortable to you being here against your will, but don’t worry…” He lowered his tone to a whisper and got closer to your ear “I’ll get you out of here in a flash” He sat again by your side and you gave him a confused but amused smile. If it was one exception to this parties and the only reason you came this year… was him. Choi Beomgyu. “And how would you do that, smartie?” You chuckled and he whipped his head in your direction, clearly enjoying this new atmosphere between you two. He signaled the clock and then the exit, all with a very suspicious grin in his beautiful features. When the counting started, you quickly excused yourself and as promised, he took your hand in his and you both ran away in giggles to the exit. Once out and the fireworks exploding as your background music to run away from here, Beomgyu sighed but it wasn’t until his lips crashed into yours that your heartbeat got ten times faster and blood suddenly rushed into your cheeks. “I wanted to confess at Midnight!” he pouted and you gave him a smack on the arm, again. As if he didn’t knew the answer yet. “I don’t know what I would do without you” and then when he gave you those puppy eyes, your shell finally shattered as if waiting on cue “…And I have always liked you too”
✩ Taehyun — About to back away but…
“Hey! Kang Taehyun!” At the mention of his full name by you, he stopped in his tracks. Did he made the right choice? At first it sounded like confessing on New Years was going to be a great idea but that expression on your face. The way you just stared at him with a perplexed look was enough for him to convince himself that he indeed, made a mistake. “Listen to me!” You said, and now it was clear as the day that you had something on your mind too, he just didn’t wanted to gave you that pitiful expression he knew he had. “Gosh! You’re so stubborn!” As the sound of your heels approached and the chanting count began, he stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. “I like you too!” When he went to turn around with rosy cheeks and the same big Bambi eyes you had, you frowned and then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “And now we’re even” Taehyun held his cheek and became a blushing and stuttering mess when you took his hand and intertwined your fingers. “I thought you didn’t like me” You looked at him, tilting your head and stating something like it was as obvious as the roundness of Earth “ I thought you already knew” but at the comedic exchange, both of you broke the silence and went full on laughing into the dance floor where all your friends were expecting you with big smiles.
✩ Kai— “Can I have a kiss?”
“Kai?” There he was, waving at you with a big lip sealed smile in contrast with his formal attire. He looked like a golden retriever with a tuxedo on, but that was Kai for you. It was what made him special. “I couldn’t find you earlier so I thought you left with the guys” You said as you approached him on the seats and as he patted the seat beside him and then covered your exposed legs with his own coat, you knew you cheeks were crimson red right now. He made you feel special. Even if the world was against you, Kai would always be there to brighten it up; like a lighthouse in the vast sea of this world. “What do you mean leave? The count is about to begin! And I wanted you to be here with me!” In a world of boys, Kai was truly a gentleman; as he caressed your free hand; he quickly faced you when he noticed the clock almost striking midnight and to him: it was now or never, but... “This is going to sound really stupid but… can I have your first kiss of this year?” As you closed your eyes and nodded expectantly, you felt his lips quickly peck yours; almost too quickly, like he was afraid of you backing away but when you opened your eyes and he saw yourself touching your lips in a daze, then frowning “That was too quick!” and you took him by the collar, maybe a little bit too fast and kind of clumsy but you pecked him on the lips too, staining him a bit with your lip gloss; he felt as if he was the luckiest guy in the world and so did you, because timidly you both searched for your hands and as they embraced each other, you both made a promise of never letting each other go.
Hello everyone! Thanks for your welcoming patience and good wishes ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I'm back 🤍❕
I'm so so happy to be back writing again even if it can feel a little bit rusty because i didnt practice so much as i'm used too; but i promise to show you more cooler ideas and more proyects that i have in mind so you remember me as a cool writer (๑•᎑•๑)
Once again, thanks for all your love and positivity, let's have an amazing year!
As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!
With love,*°࿐Stella🤍
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