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[chrlisangels]

now introducing… himbo .ᐟ mark

✸ ݃ a complete and total comic nerd! would rather spend his time ranting about seance dog to you than doing schoolwork always saying dumb jokes cause he knows they make you laugh. absolutely ADORES you. you accidentally figured out he was invincible when he forgot to take off the suit when visiting threw your window. buys you little trinkets while hes on missions. constantly asking you to repeat things cause he never gets it the first time.

✸ ݃ always skipping class so he can IMMEDIATELY buy the newest addition of seance dog. messiest eater you know. sweetest boy ever even if hes a bit of a ditz. obsessed with blind boxes. will make it his mission to listen whatever music you like just so he can talk about it with you. stares at you unabashedly. loves when you paint his nails.

[blond3ang3l]

OUUUU let’s get jason’s reaction to reader kissing his scars randomly

Mhm mhm, I think about this very much so this is going to be tooth rotting sweet. I had so much fun writing this so everyone thank my girlie🙏🏽

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Jason laid in bed beside, body aching for the hellish day he had. Somehow he got to the babysitter of the day for the three hellions Cass, Duke, and Damian. And damn did they tire him. He was getting older and every time he was around them he definitely felt it cause sometimes he didn't know what the fuck they were talking about. Then deciding to go out and fuck with criminals and ruin their night definitely wasn't a great idea.

His body ached. His scars were fucking throbbing. From time to time they caused him some pain but when he over did it then they were pretty damn painful.

Your eyes ran over your boyfriends sun kissed tan skin. He was completely knocked out laying on his back, heavy snores filling the air, his wavy hair now a complete mess. If only he could see the way your eyes softened as you looked at him. Feel the way your heart started to beat slower, feeling so ease with your lover home with you.

With your hand gently pushing his hair back his body shivered. The dark scar that went across his face catching your eye. Eyes watching him like a hawk looking at each and every mark or bruise that littered his perfect face. One small kiss turned to two. Two turned to three. After three you stopped counting.

Jason awoke with a groan, feeling of being touched was not what he was expecting. Even less was he expecting for his lover to be covering him in kisses. More specifically his scars. He thought he was dreaming at first. He knew how in love with his body you were but he wasn't expecting this. It seemed you hadn't even noticed he awoke. Slowly making your way down from his face all the way to your favorite one that laid right across his chest.

"What are you doin', doll?" Your eyes, slowly moving up to meet his with that pretty smile on his face and he swears his heart stops. "Hi Jaycie." The adoration that laced your voice as you finally spoke to your lover made him groan. It was like he died and went to heaven. His hand made his way to the back of your head while yours moved to his chest.

"S'pposed to be sleeping doll. Come lay down." His words went in one ear and out the other as you went back to kissed the scar the trailed up his neck till you got to his cheek. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of him. "Starting to think you're obsessed with me, sweet thing." A smirk playing on his lips as the words came out. "Mm how can I not be? I have the most worlds prettiest boyfriend."

He couldn't help but scoff a little bit. The idea of him being pretty? Something he found ridiculous. "Grown ass man, nothing pretty bout me." You shook your head at the ridiculous statement. He just couldn't see what you did. Your hands rested against his chest, chin laying on them while staring at your boyfriend as if he was some celebrity.

"I think you're pretty. You're like my own action figure. You're so big. And your lips are like a dolls with your cupid bow. And your lashes are something girls envy." He didn't know just how lucky how he could be with someone so gentle with him as you after being so horrible in life. He could barely control his temper at times. Choosing to hide his emotions instead of embracing them because that's what he knew after coming back. All he knew was being deliberate with how he hurt people. Wanting to make them hurt like he did.

And yet you would never see that side of him. He couldn't allow that. Anyone but you. You didn't deserve it no matter what you two argued about, or how angry he got at you. Because of things like this, moments like this. Waking up to you kissing the most vulnerable part of him all because you were in love with him.

Feeling you drag your nail across his cheek, following the curve of his cheekbone he wrapped his hand in your he couldn't help but smile.

Ending the night with one final kiss. Right against his lips, a place better than any scar.

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@silas-222

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗗𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - fifteen max vertsappen x  fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary . . . a journey back to the p1 pedestal, buckle up

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Max winces as he tries—and fails—to scoop up another bite of pasta with his left hand. The fork wobbles awkwardly between his fingers, the sauce dripping onto the plate as he lets out a frustrated sigh. His right arm, still in a sling, remains useless at his side. Across from him, sprawled lazily on the hotel bed, you roll your eyes before reaching for his plate.

"You're pathetic," you mutter, stabbing into a piece of penne and lifting it toward his mouth.

Max glares at you but obliges, lips closing around the fork as he chews, begrudgingly accepting your help. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the room, the faint hum of the television in the background mixing with the chatter of your cousin, Leila, still on call with you.

"Leila, did you finish your homework?" you ask in French, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you lift another forkful for Max.

"Non!" she replies, far too cheerfully for a child avoiding schoolwork. "Maman said I could do it later."

Max snickers, shaking his head as he listens in. "Smart kid," he mutters before leaning forward for another bite.

But this time, you hesitate, fork hovering just out of reach. "You were talking to Helmut again today, weren't you?"

His chewing slows. The flicker of amusement in his eyes dims, replaced by something unreadable.

"So what if I was?"

You lower the fork entirely. "Max—"

"You should take my seat."

Your breath catches. It's not like you didn’t expect this conversation, but hearing it said so bluntly makes your chest tighten.

"No," you say firmly.

"You’re wasting time, Yn," Max pushes, his voice dropping to something serious, something heavy. "You and I both know you’re the only one who can keep Red Bull on top while I’m out."

You set the plate down. "That’s not my job, Max. I have a contract. I have a team."

Max scoffs, shifting in his seat. "A team that’s never going to give you a championship-winning car."

The words hit like a slap. You stare at him, irritation flaring in your chest. "That’s not fair," you bite back.

"It’s the truth."

"Well, maybe I don’t want your stupid seat," you snap, crossing your arms.

"Why?" Max’s voice is quieter now, but it’s no less intense. His blue eyes pierce through you like he’s trying to understand something you won’t say out loud.

You don’t answer right away. Because the truth is, part of you does want it.

Leila, silent this entire time, suddenly chimes in, her small voice cutting through the tension. "*Yn, c’est Red Bull.**"

You blink. "Leila—"

"C’est la meilleure équipe du monde!"

You rub your temple. "Leila—"

"Pourquoi tu refuses?"

You sigh, leaning back against the headboard. "Parce que c'est compliqué, habibti." Because it’s complicated, sweetheart.

But Leila isn’t having it. "Mais tu es rapide, non? Tu veux gagner, non?"

Max smirks, looking at you expectantly. "She makes a good point."

You shoot him a glare. "Shut up, you don’t even know what she’s saying."

"Si Max pense que tu peux le faire, pourquoi tu doutes?" Leila asks.

That one lands. You press your lips together, glancing at Max. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something in the way he looks at you—something that tells you he does believe it. That he’s not saying this just because he wants to keep Red Bull ahead, but because he genuinely thinks you can do it.

And that? That’s dangerous.

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Leila, tu es insupportable."

But she just giggles, mission accomplished. "Alors tu dis oui?"

Max leans forward slightly, eyes gleaming with triumph. "I heard oui, that means Yes. Yn, do you say yes?"

You grumble, shoving the plate back toward him. "I’m not feeding you anymore."

Max grins, biting back a laugh. "I’ll take that as a yes."

You should be used to this by now.

Stepping into a Red Bull at the last minute. Slipping into a seat that was never meant to be yours. Feeling the weight of expectation settle onto your shoulders like a second fireproof layer.

Yet as you climb into Max's RB20, something about this moment feels heavier than before.

Maybe it’s because this isn’t just any car. It’s his car.

The RB20 is different from what you're used to. The seat molds to Max’s shape, not yours. The steering wheel feels subtly foreign in your grip. The cockpit hums with a dominance, a control, a legacy that isn’t yours to claim—at least, not yet.

And then you see it.

Your number. Fifteen.

Painted onto the nose, clear as day. A number that should feel like home.

Except the last time it sat on the front of a Red Bull, you were in Checo’s car.

Last year. Monaco. When he broke his arm and Red Bull called you up as a temporary replacement.

You sucked in a breath, fingers tightening against the wheel. What was it with you and subbing in for injured Red Bull drivers?

Maybe you should start warning the team to bubble-wrap their drivers whenever you showed up to the paddock.

A crackle of static filled your headset, followed by a voice—casual, amused, and painfully familiar.

"Alright, Yn," Max drawled. "First thing’s first—don't crash my car."

You exhaled sharply through your nose, rolling your eyes. "Wow. Fantastic coaching. Really inspiring. Why don’t you leave the coaching to GP? I didn’t know you’d be in my ear today."

From the pit wall, Christian chuckled. "Come on, Max, give her something useful."

There was a pause. Then, finally, Max’s voice returned, slightly more serious.

"Alright. The RB20 likes a more aggressive turn-in. Trust it—it’ll stick. And don’t be scared to push early in the lap. Tyres come alive quicker than your old car."

Now that was actually helpful. You adjusted your grip, breathing in through your nose, grounding yourself.

"Max, shush, please," you muttered.

"What? I’m helping." You could practically hear the Dutchman shrug through the radio, could picture him sitting in the garage, slouched with his sling-bound arm resting on the pit wall, his bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout.

"I’ll take it from here, Max," GP’s voice rang through the radio, saving you.

"Thank youuu," you sighed in relief.

And then the light turned green.

FP3 was waiting.

And this time? You weren’t just keeping the seat warm.

You were proving that maybe, just maybe, it was yours to take.

Race day.

The sun beats down on the grid, heat shimmering off the tarmac in waves. Engines growl and snarl, hungry for the battle ahead. Your hands grip the wheel, heart steady but thrumming with anticipation. This is it.

You’re starting P5, just behind Daniel—he’s in P4, his car gleaming in the sunlight like it knows something you don’t. The Red Bull beneath you is a beast, caged and waiting. You're surrounded by giants, but your teeth are just as sharp.

Formation lap.

Tires warm, brakes ready, engine dialed in. You glance ahead, eyes locking onto the familiar number on Daniel’s rear wing. He’s fighting for his career, for this seat.

So are you.

Lights out.

Launch. You react instantly, threading through the chaos of Turn 1. Oscar and Lando get away clean, but Carlos is boxed in tight—Ferrari power stuttering for space.

Daniel’s defending hard, elbows out, fighting tooth and nail. He knows you're coming. He can feel it.

Turn 2: You swing wide, brake late, catch the apex by a whisper. Daniel covers the inside, but you’ve got the grip, the flow, the fury. You hold your nerve and sweep around.

P4.

Lap 5. — Daniel’s still in your mirrors now, the roles reversed. He’s not giving up easy. The Red Bull team is watching—two drivers, one future. The air feels heavier with every lap.

Lap 10. — A crackle over the radio.

"Daniel is closing. Don’t let him control the line."

You nod, jaw tight. You feel him probing—late braking, cutting tighter, using every inch of the track like it owes him something. He’s desperate.

Lap 14. — DRS zone. He’s close. Too close.

You sell the inside into Turn 1, baiting him into the block. He takes it.

Perfect.

You switch back, clean and brutal—darting wide, then slicing in through Turn 2 like a scalpel. Tires scream. Apex kissed. Position stolen.

P3.

He fights back, of course he does. You’re side by side into Turn 5, but you shut the door clean, leaving just enough room to call it racing.

The Strategy Game

Lap 20. — Pit stop. You box first. 2.3 seconds. Lightning. You come out just ahead of Carlos, who’s gunning like his life depends on it.

Lap 28. — You’re holding P3 now, Daniel behind, Lando ahead, the podium within reach but never promised.

"How’s Lando's tires?" you ask.

"Struggling. He’s in tire management mode."

You smirk. Blood in the water.

Lap 35. — You’re in the zone now. DRS detection, sweet and sharp. You line Lando up through Turns 11 and 12, ERS deployed, heart in your throat.

He moves left. You juke right. Wide, fast, bold—brake late, drive harder. You’re through.

P2.

The crowd roars. Your radio crackles.

"Nice move."

But it’s not over. Not yet.

Lap 45. — Daniel is still behind, refusing to fall back, refusing to go gentle. He’s pushing you like a mirror—every twitch, every risk, matching your heartbeat.

Oscar’s too far. The win’s out of reach.

But you can still win this—the fight, the message, the right to stay.

Final Lap. — You thread the circuit like you were born for it. No mistakes. Not now.

The checkered flag waves.

P2

 Your radio explodes.

"You did it."

And then—

"Max, I thought you were going to stay off the radio?"

His voice, smug as sin: "Well, I had to do something. You can’t just expect me to sit here and do strategy calls."

You laugh, waving at the crowd. "Someone take this Dutch dude out of my ears."

In the background, faint scolding—Christian. Probably pulling Max off the pit wall.

As you roll into parc fermé, engine cooling, adrenaline fading, you key the radio once more.

"Where did Yuki finish?"

A pause.

"P12."

You exhale, eyes on the halo, Red Bull emblem staring back like a silent judge.

Max is coming back after the next race.

There’s one more shot. One last chance.

But only one of you can stay. And the other’s going back to VCARB.

You barely have time to climb out of the car before Max is waving you down from behind the fence, still in his sling but smirking like the proud boyfriend and partner he was born to be. His hair is slightly mussed, probably from running a hand through it too many times during the race, and despite the chaos around him, his focus is entirely on you.

"Not bad," he says, voice teasing, but there’s warmth in his eyes—the kind only you get to see.

You huff out a laugh, still catching your breath. Your adrenaline is still high, hands tingling from the grip of the wheel, mind whirring through the last few laps. "Not bad?"

He shrugs, the movement slightly stiff from his injury, but his smirk doesn’t falter. "Okay, fine. Pretty good."

You roll your eyes, but the corners of your lips betray you, curving into a smirk of your own. Before you can fire back, Max leans in just slightly, his voice lower, more certain. "I told you."

And damn it, he had.

From the back of parc ferme, Daniel watches, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. He fought hard. But today? Today wasn’t his day.

Your gaze flickers toward the Red Bull garage, where Christian and Helmut are already deep in discussion. The decision is practically made. You can feel it in the air, in the way the mechanics exchange looks, in the way GP's voice had softened over the radio after the checkered flag.

Max’s hand brushes against yours for the briefest moment, a quiet reassurance. His voice is softer now, just for you. "You did what you needed to do."

And you know he’s not just talking about the race.

[mncxbe]

#FIENDISH

𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: alcohol consumption, titjob, cum eating (denji being down bad), public☆ activites☆, smut mdni

Denji knew you were trouble from the first moment he laid eyes on you. you were sitting across from him at the low table in the bar, huddled up between two other devil hunters from your division. with your pretty face and gorgeous figure, you were absolutely to die for. Denji found himself staring at your cleavage multiple times that evening, his gaze shyly trailing off when you met his eyes and gave him that sweet smile of yours. despite being a fiend, you seemed to be on good terms with your colleagues, chatting and laughing away like you didn't have a worry in the world– and Denji was infatuated.

he's always been weak for pretty girls like you, so with each mug of beer he downed, Denji found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. he grinned dumbly, listening to you telling stories from your missions like your voice was music to his ears. you were so goddamn charming and interesting. honestly, it was just a matter of time until the two of you ended up in a bathroom stall, sloppily making out.

"Shit–" you huffed out, almost losing your balance as you pressed him further against the wall. it was a tight fit and your bodies were pressed tightly against one another but neither of you could care less. Denji leaned in to kiss you again, his hand finding support on the sidewall and he could feel the old, yellowing paint chipping under his palm. but all he cared about was the feeling of your mouth on his, teeth clashing as you kissed him messily, unashamedly, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip and god it was so hot his knees almost gave out.

you could feel the growing erection in his pants pressing up against your navel, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "needy, aren't you?" you hummed, tilting your head to the side to lick a stripe of his neck as you dipped your hand in his pants and Denji shuddered. "fuck, yea. please touch me"

giving his dick a few strokes, you smiled to yourself when you noticed how much precum he was leaking. you took a wild guess and assumed Denji was a virgin. hell, this was most likely the first time he was ever intimate with a woman considering how worked up he was after a few kisses– you could feel his entire body shaking as you worked your hand up and down his shaft. "hold on, Denji. i wanna try something" you hummed, gently pressing down on his hips, making him fall back onto the toilet seat cover. hastly getting down on your knees, you unbuckled the blond's belt and shuffled his pants and underwear down mid-thigh. his dick slapped against his abdomen, its tip glossy with precum and you eyed him hungrily.

Denji's face flushed red when he saw you sliding down the straps of your top and bra. "what are you doing?" he asked cautiosly and you smiled up at him from between his legs. "you kept staring at my tits all night. i thought you'd like to see them" taking his hand in yours, you guided Denji's palm to your chest and he cupped your breast, gently kneading the flesh.

his breath caught in his throat, eyes shooting open as he played with your boobs. it was incredible, they were so soft and pretty, basically spilling our from your now unclipped bra as you took off your clothes. once your chest was bare Denji swiped his thumb over your nipple, making you shudder in pleasure. he was in awe, gazing down at your chest with those glossy, lustful eyes, just like a puppy eyeing down its favourite toy.

"lean back, okay?" you giggled, pushing his back against the grimy toilet tank as you shifted closer to him and pressed your boobs together. Denji watched with keen eyes as you scooped his dick between your tits, moving them up and down his length. a content sigh fell from his lips at the feeling; you were so warm and snug. it definitely felt ten times better than when he was using his own hand.

"does it feel good?" you asked in a honeyed voice and the blond nodded. "yea, don't stop" with a gentle hand, Denji brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your pointed ear. you looked like one of those elves from the movies that he saw on billboards around town.

it didn't take long for the blond to feel his orgasm building up. the heat of your skin mixed with the clammy air in the stall made his head spin, his breath growing shallow as he got closer to his high. with needy hands, he fumbled to get a hold of your breasts and huffed out an apology "'m sorry Y/N think i'm gonna cum soon. you feel so warm and ah fuck—"

without a warning, Denji's dick twitched, milky cum spilling on your tits and you did your best to keep it from dripping down onto your clothes. fuck, he really came a lot and so fast. embarrassmet was etched onto his features as he looked around for some tissues. lucky him, there were none. of course there was no toilet paper, this was the bathroom of a run-down pub in Tokyo.

you couldn't help but smile as you looked up at him– he was cute when he was worked up like that. motioning him to lean closer to you, you pressed your breasts together. "come clean me up, Denji"

his brain barely registered your command. it was as if he short-circuited. the cum dripped down your chest and you spread it along your breasts, making your skin shine in the dim light of the stall. he didn't hesitate to take your fingers into his mouth when you held them out to him, tongue swirling around your digits to collect his seed. though he cringed at the taste, the blond licked your fingers clean before moving to your chest, tracing his tongue along your breasts. the heat of his mouth against your skin made you almost delirious, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as you bit down on your lip and laced your fingers in Denji's hair, pulling him closer. the momentum made you stumble back and you ended up sitting on the bathroom floor with your back pressed against the wooden door, the blond's mouth still latched onto your tits.

it felt oddly intimate, having this guy you met just hours ago lick your chest clean of his cum. he mumbled praises against your skin, running his hands up and down the sides of your body like you were made out of porcelain "you're so pretty" he smiled, sucking on your soft flesh and you let out a needy sigh, gently pushing him away. Denji looked taken aback for a moment, scared that he did something wrong but you quickly soothed his worries with a peck on the lips.

"i think we should go back to the others. i bet they're wondering if something happened to us"

"yea, sure. you're right" he smiled, helping you up to your feet and rubbing the remnants of saliva off your chest with the sleeve of his shirt. you quickly got dressed up, helping him arrange his disheveled clothes and clean himself up before returning to the others.

despite your initial concern, no one seemed to notice you've been absent for that long. they were too caught up in conversation. still, as you sat back down at the table, one of the girls gave you a worried look. "are you guys okay?"

"yea, Denji felt sick and threw up, but he's okay now. you know what drinking for the first time is like" you clarified, straight up lying to your colleague's face but she accepted your answer with a nod.

"well, i'm glad you're okay now" she adressed the blond but he was too busy staring into his lap to register her words. when he looked back up he caught you eyes from across the table and gave you a weak smile. that was surely a night he'd never forget.

[yok00k]

Igual Que Un Ángel

pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk

genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,

“heaven must have sent you, love”

synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, you’re craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc can’t tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], oc’s head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wants⛄️(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but he’s IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>

author’s note: i def did not write this in between my classes😮‍💨 i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you go🥢

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you suppose today was really wonderful.

you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that they’re comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.

As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.

soon, he began cooking the night’s dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.

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the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isn’t a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.

although it’s pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also can’t forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since it’s freezing cold outside.

you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.

“koo..” you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.

“i’m craving donuts”

“want me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?” he suggests

“no I don’t want that, I want mochi donuts” you cutely demand

“but baby it’s too late” he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. “aren’t they close at this time?”

these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone that’s sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.

“look, there’s one that’s still open till midnight” you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop that’s on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.

“please koo?” you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until he’s got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just can’t.

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You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since it’s late at night, you can see through the big windows that there’s not many customers inside the donut shop.

“oh my, we’re finally here” you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.

Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesn’t ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when you’re with him.

He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt won’t go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.

a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that you’ve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.

‘this is definitely my new favorite place’ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.

Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you can’t help but to drool on the sight, you’re starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.

“hello, what can I get for you today?” the tall male server who’s probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkook’s opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook “what are you getting koo?” asking to know what he wants.

“don’t know. you can order whatever you want for me” he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen that’s mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days won’t hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.

turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. “hi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar please” you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.

you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. “and i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.” you pointed to the biggest bakery box.

jungkook wasn’t even surprised that you’re getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets you’re about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.

the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. you’re about to tap in your debit card that’s covered with hello kitty skin when jungkook’s black card is already approved on the chip card reader.

“you didn’t have to koo” you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,

“i want too”

he does things for you not because he’s going to gain something or that he’s expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.

for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where there’s a cute background since you would like to take some photos.

immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.

“kook can you take pictures of me here?” you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.

jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. you’re confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.

���oops, thank you kookie” you chortle

when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way that’s very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.

‘he’s such a great photographer’you thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.

“can we go now?” jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.

you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. you’ll definitely come back though.

“wait koo, I'll use their restroom first.” you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that you’re wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkook’s leather seats.

you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.

“miss, would you like to have this?” He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. “I noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for you” he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.

“sure! how much is it?” you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.

“don’t worry about it,here” he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.

you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie that’s waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.

“you’re really cute. do you mind if I get your number?” the man in front of you speaks. “so i can give you more plushies for free of course” he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits

but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you can’t grasp why he doesn’t want you to do that, you listen to him because you don’t want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.

“I'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.” you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also don’t want to get in trouble.

the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ‘no’ isn’t the right answer. he snarls before speaking “Is it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesn’t have to kno-“

“who doesn’t have to know what?” a familiar voice cuts off the man you’re facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.

jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. “where did you get this from?” he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, it’s so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebody’s ass.

“koo he gav-“ that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guy’s chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. “look or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for you” he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.

without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didn’t get why jungkook didn’t want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.

the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that he’s speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that he’s fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands aren’t where they’re supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.

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hours later, you’re gathering the sleepwear you’ll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever you’re sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since he’s giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.

despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.

your gaze meets jungkook’s tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water that’s coming from the showerhead runs down his body.

quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.

jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.

he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.

“are you mad at me baby?” you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe he’s too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he can’t handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.

the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you can’t say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just can’t comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. you’re too good for your own.

now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he can’t stand seeing men look at your way.

you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. you’re just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.

he can’t help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more

jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. “didn’t I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?” he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. “hmm?”

“but why?” you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, “because i’m your boyfriend and that job is solely for me” he simply explains

“but koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didn’t give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.” you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkook’s favorite body wash. it still doesn’t make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.

oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when you’re with him.

“and that’s why I don’t want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of you” he takes a deep breath

“i’m sorry kook” you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.

“i know something was off with that motherfucker” he starts off, “keeps looking at you in a way i don’t appreciate” he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. “and that fucking plush- he’s getting on my fucking nerves.”

“all he can do is look koo” you laugh. “Besides, I’m already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?” your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. there’s no reason to look at other men anyways.

“you’re only mine right?” he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.

“only yours” you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.

you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.

as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.

you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.

he knows where this is going

your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.

oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.

jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, can’t help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.

“can I?” you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if you’re not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if it’s your favorite lollipop.

he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.

you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if it’s one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.

sweet

“i only wanna do this with you” you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.

he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. “open” he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what you’re doing.

he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.

irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but you’re so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.

“hmm, so good baby” he muffles weakly. “j-just like that” almost sounds as if he’s about to cry from the incredible sensation.

you can’t help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds that’s being created as you which arouse you even more. he’s got your pussy clenching over nothing.

your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.

you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkook’s sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.

this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases

Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head

“such a good girl” he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. “only for me”. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.

“you’re such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, aren’t you?” jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. “me or that stupid kitty cat? huh?” thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.

you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because you’re too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. you’re in no position to protest.

the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. “I wanna hear you baby”

“‘mmh you, o-only you koo,” you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. “all I want is you and this cock” you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.

“that’s it, pretty girl, I'm cummin’” he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.

“hmpp f-fuck” he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.

after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that he’s proud, giving you a soft smile.

you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.

“hey, you okay? Did I go too hard?” he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didn’t as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.

“baby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sor—“

“koo i’m okay” you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesn’t need to be sorry. “just need a few minutes to recover” you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song that’s been stuck in your brain for quite a while.

after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆

both yours and jungkook’s bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that there’s not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, it’s not a hurdle as you two embrace each other’s warmth as if there’s no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, you’re designated to be the tiny spoon

“ggukie..” you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. “hmm??” jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.

“want your cock”you weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.

“baby, your body is tired” said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. you’re really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.

on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.

indeed you’re a virgin but it’s not that you never wanted to. matter of fact you’ve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. he’s afraid that you will go through pain, scared that he’ll break you: his fragile pretty girl

“need your cock inside me” you continue to whine. “didn’t I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so well” reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.

however, jungkook is still in his right mind. “that’s different,” he argues. it’s valid to doubt that he’ll fit.

“ok then just put it in me then we can sleep?” you beg, attempting to compromise. “just wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?” you’ve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.

he understands the emotion you’re trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you won’t take no for an answer. also it’s not like he’s not dying to do it, as if he doesn’t fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..

you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.

“here, apply it”, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.

you’re stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-

“cmon cutie I don’t have all night” he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but he’s internally pleased and aroused.

as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you can’t help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips

you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.

he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.

“ready?” he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.

he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how you’re feeling as he’s also having a hard time moving in.

“bare with me baby” tensely reassuring you. “so t-tight, fuck.” his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. he’s inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.

your tight pussy becomes jungkook’s personal paradise. it’s the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.

“koo.. “ your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.

“what? my baby can’t handle it? tell me and I’ll stop” he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but you’re too tired to even react.

“n-no just stay inside, i’m sleepy” and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.

he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.

“goodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so much”

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[koishiro]

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[taegimood]

hi mj!!

okay hear me out soobin and kai.. tag team.

like i know they would most likely never share anything like this but maybe the reader is the only exception in this case. ofc they share they’re favorite games and dramas but sharing kais gf is there new favorite activity?

hope you are doing well :))

-🖇️

nonnie this has me VIBRATING rn you have no idea i’m 👁️👄👁️ ughhhh sookai sandwich EFFF

edit: sorry for the accidental soob focus in the beginning, i got carried away i’m too mf obsessed w him 🤧

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soobin really didn’t mean to walk into kai’s bedroom without knocking, he just didn’t know that you were over… didn’t know that he’d find you getting split in half on his best friend’s cock, your body full nude and beautiful and all on display as he stands clenching the doorknob until his knuckles are white, frozen, eyes so wide that it’s comical. as if his cock wasn’t already getting hard enough in his sweatpants, the fact that the fucked out look on your face doesn’t change when you see him standing there — pools of need filling your gaze, in fact — well, hell; he sure as fuck is hard now.

soobin.exe has stopped working COMPLETELY, however, when he hears his own name fall from your lips in a soft whimper, and his eyes finally shoot to kai’s when the younger pants out, “hyung.. it’s okay, you can come in.” soobin doesn’t even process himself closing the door as he steps forward, doesn’t process how he approaches the bed, doesn’t process how he’s already gripping the hem of his shirt — “a-are you sure?” he whispers to kai, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he watches his friend drill into it. he even has to stop the drool from trickling past his lips.

“please,” you moan out lewdly, breaking soobin’s momentary trance as his eyes flash back up to your face, your head thrown back as you watch him through pleading, lidded eyes. kai only chuckles and responds, “i’m sure. she’s been wanting this. you should see the way she looks at you, hyung.. isn’t that right, baby? want us both to share your pretty little pussy? hmm?”

soobin’s mouth hangs open at kai’s filthy words; what the fuck happened to his sweet innocent maknae???? but the guttural moan that erupts from your lips in response travels straight down to his twitching cock, and that’s all the confirmation that he needs as his clothes quickly find a home on the floor of his best friend’s bedroom and, in a daze, he’s quickly knelt on the bed beside you.

so thus starts the arrangement; kai kept true to his words, and now here you are being regularly shared between both men.

and you fucking love it.

soobin and kai aren’t new to the concept of sharing; they share video games, snacks, their passwords to anime sites, even some secret hentai links, all their usual favorite things; and now, their newest favorite thing to share is you, apparently.

it’s not uncommon anymore to be spending a night in with your boyfriend and have soobin come join; leaning back against kai’s chest while he tweaks your nipples as soobin languidly eats your pussy. or to be sandwiched between them in the shower, kai’s cock thrusting into you from behind as you hold onto soobin’s shoulder for support with one hand, the other jerking him off as your tongues tangle together. or when they’re busy playing video games and have you take turns cockwarming them — warm mouth wrapped around whoever isn’t buried inside you. later they reward you for being such a good girl when they’ve got you spitroasted on their cocks, your big strong men giving it to you so good, filling both your pretty holes on each end until your eyes are rolling back and your body is shaking. and who knows….

maybe they’ll reward you even better next time by filling all three.

[bright-yellow-sunshine]

Toxic friends don’t belong in your life — surround yourself with people who support, inspire, and uplift you. True friendship gives you strength, joy, and helps you grow. Cherish those who bring out the best in you and walk alongside you on your journey. <3 Friendship is one of life’s most beautiful gifts, especially when shared with the right people, those who understand you, support you through thick and thin, and make every moment together feel special.

[chrlisangels]

ꢾ୧ ˖ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.ᐟ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊

WARNINGS .ᐟ.. suggestive ig? idk nothing else tho

LEI LEIS NOTES .ᐟ.. these are all based on texts between me and my boyfriend lwk also hes not himbo enough in these so it doesn’t feel lore accurate 😔

© all works belong to chrlisangels. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[blond3ang3l]

here’s another one: reader finds out logan’s a little masochist

LMAO the way that was my reaction to that tiktok. Haven't written for Logan in sooo long, my fav old man 🙂‍↕️

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It was a pure accident that you stumbled across your friend putting out the cigar on his hand. Yeah, it made sense with his healing factor that he'd try to test it every once in a while. You went to fetch him from outside your place so he could finish fixing the leaky faucet in your bathroom when you saw it. He just put his cigar out on his hand.

The sound of it burning against his flesh apparent.

It was so quick for him, like it was absolutely nothing. You didn't even realize you were staring till you heard him grunt and turn to start going in that house only to be greeted by your body leaning against the doorway, seemingly waiting for him. "Didn't take too long did I?" With a simple head shake you followed behind hin as he came back into your home. A groan eliciting from him as he bent down, crawling under your sink.

A silent "oh my god" falling from your lips and watched his legs spread while laid on his back trying to determine what was wrong with the appliance. Was it really your fault your mind started to wander back to the little unintentional show he put on earlier? Did he know how sexy it was? For him it obviously felt like nothing since he had way worse but for you it was like he rewired your brain.

Would he let you do worse? You had always been on the more "exciting" side when it came to kinks. Previous partners had just been too boring for you after a while, but maybe you just needed your dear friend to show you how a man could keep up with you.

Would he let you put his cigar out on him like he did himself? Maybe drip wax down his chest, watched as it cooled against him. Maybe you could pull his hair as he fucked you into the mattress. Just what could you get away with? What would be his limit. Fuck, you needed to know now.

You shouldn't have been thinking about him like this. He was your best friend. But with how good he looked at that moment, doing all the things YOUR man should have been. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts by him literally snapping to get your attention

"huh? Sorry, what'd you say Lo?" "Bring your ass over here, if I'm fixing this then you're sitting here and helping me with what I need." He spread his legs more for you to make your way over to him. Feeling your breath hitch a bit you walked over, sitting on his lap. "Right here?" A silly question to ask since you knew if you'd had been anyone else he would have tried to bite your head off. "Yeah. Stay right there and don't move. Gonna need your help real soon."

God you were horrible. The ache in your core you knew it was only a matter of minutes before you pounced on him. But for now you had to wait. At least until he finished.

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗗𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - sixteen max vertsappen x  fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary , a journey back to the p1 pedestal, buckle up

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QUALIFYING Saturday August 24 2024 — Zandvoort, Netherlands

Zandvoort was burning orange.

The dunes were loud with love, the grandstands trembling beneath the stomps of Max’s people. Smoke flares painted the air with devotion—every shade of tangerine, fire, and sun. This was his kingdom. His crown.

And he was sitting on the edge of the bed, helmet off, elbows on knees, staring down at his hands like they’d betrayed him.

P2.

Not a disaster. Not even bad. But not what they came for.

You sat beside him, close enough to feel the quiet storm swirling under his skin. He hadn’t said much since the race ended. Not since the checkered flag waved over Lando’s McLaren. The roar had dulled. The crowd, stunned. No one had known how to process it.

But you knew Max.

You knew that to him, home wasn’t just a race—it was sacred. A shrine to every fight he’d ever won, every corner he’d ever mastered.

"Hey," you whispered, nudging your knee against his. "You’re allowed to feel this."

He sighed, eyes still fixed on the floor. "I could’ve had him. Just—made the wrong call on a corner. That’s on me."

You shook your head, catching his chin gently between your fingers. "No. It’s racing. Sometimes, the strategy gods are just petty."

A ghost of a smile flickered. Not quite enough to chase the shadows out, but close.

"You’ve won this race three times," you said, voice soft but strong. "You gave them something to believe in. You still do. A streak doesn’t define you. One race doesn’t unmake a legacy."

He leaned into your touch without realizing, the silence wrapping around the both of you like a second skin. Outside, the noise had softened into twilight. The city glowing warm beneath the weight of orange hope.

RACE DAY Saturday August 25 2024 — Zandvoort, Netherlands

You sat in your RB cockpit, engine rumbling beneath you like thunder caged in carbon fiber. Max was just ahead, starting P2. You were P3. Lando sat on pole, twitchy in the orange McLaren.

One light. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Then none.

Lights out. And away they go.

Max launched like a bullet, wheels screaming, slicing into Turn 1 just behind Lando. You darted into the inside line, defending hard against Carlos who tried to lunge late. Tires kissed tarmac. Rubber burned.

“Nice start, Yn. You’re P3, holding strong.”

The first few laps were electric — Max tailing Lando, staying within DRS, breathing down the McLaren’s neck. You hovered a second behind, the gap a thread, ready to snap shut.

Lap 7.

Your race engineer crackled into your ear: “Yn, hold Lando up if you can. Max needs clean air. Don’t let the McLaren through.”

“Copy,” you grit out. You knew the game. You weren’t here to play pretty — you were here to protect your person.

You pushed harder, cutting through corners like a scalpel, tightening the gap. Lando’s rear wing danced in front of you. You lunged at Turn 3. He covered. Barely.

Lap 9.

You faked a dive into Turn 1 and watched him twitch in his mirrors. He was fast — annoyingly fast — but now he had to watch both sides.

Max took advantage, gapping by seven-tenths.

“Good job, Yn,” Max’s voice buzzed through a shared channel. Tired, clipped. Focused. But grateful.

You smiled under your helmet. “Don’t let it go to waste.”

Lap 15. — Lando clipped the kerb, almost wide — you dove into Turn 4, side-by-side — but the McLaren clawed back with brutal top speed down the straight. You tucked behind him, tires screaming, balance teetering on the edge.

The pit wall called you off. “Fall back a bit, Yn. Cool the tires. Save for later.”

You obeyed, but reluctantly. Lando peeled off you like a shadow shaken loose.

Lap 21. — Max was still leading. Barely. You were P3, 1.2 seconds behind.

“Box now, box now.”

Lap 23. — Max dove into the pits. The Red Bull crew worked like choreography — sub-two seconds. Clean.

You stayed out another lap, holding P2 for that brief shimmer of time.

“Lando in the pits. Copy that.”

Lap 24. — You boxed too. A slow rear left cost you two seconds. You screamed inside your helmet, but swallowed it. Got back on track.

When the pit cycle reset . . . 

Max P1. Lando P2. You P3. But the McLaren was close. Too close.

Lap 35. — The DRS opened — you saw the flash of silver in your mirrors, then Lando’s McLaren surged past you like a bullet. He didn’t even fight you.

He was going for Max.

You watched, helpless, as the papaya blur caught Max by Turn 10. DRS again. Max defended left. Lando dove right. Clean. Ruthless.

Lap 38. — McLaren led the Dutch GP.

You tried to chase — you really did. But now Max was trying to stay with Lando, and you were trying to stay with Max, and it felt like sand slipping through your fingers.

Lap 48. — No more pit stops. No more tricks. Unless Lando made a mistake . . .this race was his.

But Lando didn’t make mistakes.

The checkered flag waved. Lando crossed the line first. Max second. Still a podium. Still a roar from the crowd. But not the fairytale ending.

You met him at parc fermé. Max’s smile for the cameras was there — just barely. His hands trembled as he lifted the trophy on the podium, and you saw it. The cracks.

You found Lando first. Hugged him, grinning wide. “You drove like a menace. Proud of you, mate.”

Then you turned, pulled Max into a hug, whispered against his cheek, “You’re still their king. You just didn’t wear the crown today.”

Later, in his driver’s room, the silence felt like a scream. Max sat hunched on the bench, hands clasped between his knees, eyes fixed somewhere on the floor. He wasn’t moving — just breathing, slow and shallow. You stood behind him, fingers tracing soft, slow circles between his shoulder blades, grounding him in the only way you knew how.

And then—

The door slammed open.

Jos.

His presence hit the room like a storm, sharp and cutting.

His voice followed, barking in Dutch, fast and furious:

“Wat een schande. Eén auto, Max. Eén verdomde auto en je liet hem gaan.” [What a disgrace. One car, Max. One fucking car and you let him go]

Max flinched like he’d been struck. That told you everything you needed to know.

Jos kept going, voice climbing, bitter with disappointment:

“Je had die overwinning. Maar nee, vakantie met dat meisje. Had je maar meer getraind.” [You had that win. But no, vacation with that girl. You should’ve trained harder]

Max didn’t lift his head. His jaw was tight. His shoulders tense.

You stepped in front of him.

“Get out.”

Jos blinked, scoffing. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, stupid girl.”

You didn’t hesitate. You peeled your race suit halfway down, tying the sleeves around your waist with slow, deliberate defiance. The fireproofs clung to your skin like armor. You looked him dead in the eye.

“A stupid girl wouldn’t punch you in the face,” you said, voice like flint. “But I will.”

Jos took a step forward, incredulous. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Someone who loves him.” Your voice trembled, just once — but it didn’t break. “Someone who doesn’t tear him down when he’s already bleeding.”

Behind you, Max’s voice cracked the air — soft, broken:

“Stop. Please.”

You spun immediately, dropping to your knees in front of him. He grabbed for you blindly, hands fisting the fabric at your waist, forehead pressing to your chest. He shook in your arms, shoulders rising and falling with quiet sobs muffled against your body.

You held him.

Your eyes, over his trembling back, locked on Jos again. The rage in you was glowing white-hot, molten.

You didn’t have to say it. He knew. You did this to him.

Jos looked between the two of you. Then, for once, he said nothing. Just turned around and walked out, the door hissing shut behind him.

Max didn’t let go for a long time.

And you didn’t ask him to.

The hotel room was dim, the walls still echoing with the aftermath of Zandvoort. Of losing. Of expectations that never quite made it past the finish line.

Max wasn’t sad anymore. No—sadness had passed like a storm.

Now, he was angry.

At himself. At the strategy. At the track. At every tiny thing that stacked up into a second-place finish when he’d promised everyone gold.

You didn’t want him turning that anger inward, letting it rot inside his chest like it always did. Not at himself. Not at Lando. Not at the team.

So you did what you knew would work.

You made him hate the car (which was probably not the best idea).

“Fucking RB20,” you muttered against his lips, biting at them softly. “Didn’t deserve you today.”

Max growled something sharp and Dutch under his breath, teeth gritting as he pressed into you. Rough. Needy. Lost in that tangled haze of frustration and want.

You were both half out of your clothes, half gasping, skin on skin in the dark hotel suite. Max swore again, louder this time, his voice raw.

You kissed him to quiet it. “Shhh,” you whispered against his mouth, soft and slow. “Don’t let it win, Max. You’re not mad at you. You’re mad at the car. Let it stay that way.”

He buried his face in your neck, breath shuddering.

Then— His phone rang.

Both of you froze.

He was still inside you, motionless. One hand braced on the headboard, the other fumbling for the device.

Lando.

Max hesitated, chest rising and falling.

You raised a brow, lips parted. “Are you seriously—?”

He answered.

“What?” Max snapped, voice thick, slightly out of breath.

There was silence. Then something low, something familiar, Lando's voice on speaker just faint enough for you to catch pieces.

“ . . . I know it hurts, mate. But it was clean. You know that. You fought hard.”

Max didn’t reply.

“ . . . You’re still the bar. I just hit it today.”

Max let out a breath — long and slow, the edge dulling in real-time. He closed his eyes. The tension in his shoulders dropped like a stone falling through water.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, I know.”

He hung up.

Neither of you moved for a second. The air in the room had shifted — sharp corners now softened. The storm had passed.

You tucked his hair back from his forehead, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Feeling better, champ?”

Max let his head fall into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you completely. “You and Lando both ruined my rage boner.”

You snorted. “Good. That thing needed to chill.”

Later, after the night had burned down into gentle embers and Max had changed into one of his oversized Red Bull hoodies, Leila came padding back into the hotel suite.

She’d spent the evening with Killian, drawing and eating room service desserts until her little stomach hurt. But now her eyes were sleepy and shining, clinging to her favorite plushie and rubbing one eye with her tiny fist.

“Can I come in now?” she asked, standing at the door in her socks like a polite little guest.

You nodded and opened your arms. “Always, baby.”

She scampered in and flopped dramatically on the couch beside Max, nestling between the two of you like she belonged there. Which—she did. She always had.

Max scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Hey, koekje. Wanna help me solve this thing?”

Leila blinked at the small puzzle he held up — one of those wooden ones shaped like a box that twisted and turned in secret ways.

She nodded, already reaching for it with sticky fingers. “I’m gonna solve it before you do,” she declared.

“Oh, really?” Max teased, poking her side. “You think you can beat me? I’ve got three world championships.”

“I have unicorn stickers,” she shot back confidently, which honestly, might’ve been more powerful.

You sat back quietly, watching them twist the puzzle around together, Max’s brows furrowed in fake seriousness while Leila giggled every time it clicked the wrong way. His hands were gentle, his voice soft. No sharp edges. No bitter words.

Just calm.

Just Max, finally calm.

You leaned against the armrest, one leg tucked under you, and just . . . watched. Letting the moment soak in. Letting yourself breathe. Letting your heart settle.

Because that anger from earlier? The storm, the shouting, the heartbreak of losing his home race?

It was gone now.

And this—this was the version of Max you loved most.

Not the fighter. Not the legend.

But the man who let a six-year-old sit in his lap and beat him at solving a puzzle.

You smiled, soft and warm and full. Because he was okay now.

Because he had you. And he had her.

And for tonight . . . that was everything.

[mncxbe]

#I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANT IT ALL

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: mentions of bullying, nsfw, reader discovers masturbation, inappropriate use of tentacles, mild degrading

when he joined the PS, Yoshida was taught that all devils were cunning, vicious creatures with an appetite for blood and carnage, but his opinion changed after he met you.

not too long ago, his superiors instructed him to keep an eye on a devil that recently appeared at his highschool. the mission seemed interesting enough considering that you were quite a mistery for the PS– there were no records of your existence anywhere in their database, which meant that you were either a very old and incredibly powerful devil who had not once died in hell or you just spawned out of the blue in the heart of Tokyo. either way, his curiosity was piqued and he had great expectations.

those high hopes were shattered within hours of meeting you. with an obnoxious attitude, basically nonexistent knowledge of the human world and a tendency to get in trouble you were the epitome of stupidity. you were as bad as Denji, no. worse. at least the blond could listen to his orders. you on the other hand, seemed to go out of your way to make his life a living hell. "hiroooo why isn't this thing working?" you'd whine, kicking the vending machine in the school's cafeteria with the rounded tip of your glossy uniform shoe. he'd already explained you multiple times how the machine worked, but you just couldn't get it through your thick skull. oh, not to mention that you couldn't grasp the concept of money and went around stealing things from classrooms and the little shops close to the school campus. you were an absolute menace.

naturally, it wasn't long until you managed to piss of everyone else in your class and got into fights with the school's bullies. problem was, your body was so weak you couldn't even use an ounce of the powers you once had, so most of the times you ended up being a punching bag until Yoshida himself dragged you out of the fight and took care of your injuries.

"i fucking hate this" you mumbled under your breath, hissing sharply as the man before you patched up a shallow cut on your leg. "why can't you just give me some blood so I can heal?"

"because that way you'll never learn to behave. sorry, but you'll have to do it the hard way"

"meaning that I have to wait weeks for this damn cut to heal itself? no thanks" you huffed, trying to get off the desk you were perched up on but he quickly tightened his grip on your thigh, giving you an irked look "stay put" . surprisingly enough you complied and stuck to pouting in silence, occasionally shifting your weight to ease the tension in your body. soon after, Yoshida finished wrapping a thin layer of gauze around your thigh and motioned you to get out of his room.

"you know, you humans are so frail. your bodies are weak and basically useless. all they can feel is pain and hunger, it's so stupid" god... you just couldn't stop complaining. if you were anyone else Yoshida would've simply let it slide, but this was too good of an opportunity to mess with you.

neatly placing the bandages back in their designated place, Yoshida hummed "well, they're not really useless. there's some pretty cool stuff these bodies of ours can feel"

"oh, please enlighten me." you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and lightly tapping your feet on the floor in expectancy, a nasty habit you picked up from one of your classmates. but there it was, you took the bait. with a nonchalant motion, the man pointed at your crotch. "there"

you gave him a quizzical look, your gaze lowering to your lap. "where?" Yoshida was once again baffled by your stupidity "between your legs, you idiot" he groaned, his eyebrows shooting up as you attempted to raise the hem of your skirt with your dainty fingers. "not here for fuck's sake. just... go to your room and figure it out yourself."

unbeknownst to him, you actually spent the whole night trying to figure out what his words meant. at first you didn't really know what to do, simply standing naked in front of the full length mirror in your bathroom, your eyes musing the curves of your body. it was the first time since you got this body when you actually took your time to explore it– the fairly long arms and narrow shoulders, the hollow space where the nape of your neck met your collarbones, the soft mounds of fat on your chest, your waist melting into plushy hips and thighs and calves, narrowing at your ankles and continued by two small feet. it was... certainly a big change compared to your previous form, but it'll have to do as long as you lived in this world. you took a deep breath before tentatively slipping a hand between your legs, waiting to feel something– as your fingers ghosted over your folds an odd sensation took over you. something sudden, fuzzy, that shook your senses awake.

your fingers moved with more confidence now, almost instinctively brushing against that little bundle of nerves that made your eyes flutter shut. "shit—" you sighed, hastly seating yourself on the floor in front of the mirror and spreading your legs, taking in the sight of your slick folds for a brief moment before rubbing little circles on your clit. it was pure bliss, warmth spreading through your limbs with each slow flick of your fingers. yea, this must've been the feeling Yoshida referred to... soon enough the knot in your lower belly tightened, hips stuttering, eyes closing shut as you reached your high and bit down on your lips. never before had you experienced such sheer pleasure and you'd be damned if you were going to waste the newly discovered potential this new body had.

from that day on, Yoshida regretted messing with you like this. you irked him enough before, but after he taught you what your body could feel your incessant whining only got worse. you were so needy all the time, begging him to show you more, to make you feel even better. without intending to, Yoshida created a greater problem for himself. but at least now he had some leverage over you, a means of keeping you in check, to make sure you don't step out of line and get into stupid fights again. and that's how you started your little after hours activity.

"ngh– Hiro don't stop feels s' good" you babbled out in a weak voice, your face mushed up into his pillow. from his spot at the desk littered with notebooks and papers, Yoshida nodded absentmindedly. if he were to turn around he knew he'd be met with a pretty view– you on your knees with your back curved into a perfect arch, heaving chest flush against the mattress as two of his devil's tentacles held your hips up in the air. a third appendage slid in and out of your cunt, making you mewl and squirm. however, the assignment he was currently working on was a bit more important than that. but he could still hear the squelching sounds you made with each curl of the tentacle and smell the sweet scent of your arousal lingering in the room. "keep it down, will you. can't have everyone on the hall hearing you moan like a slut."

"'m not a ah fuck– 'm not a slut" you objected, earning a chuckle from the man. he turned halfway in his chair, just enough to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, a devious smile playing on his lips "you sure look like one to me"

his comment aggravated you even more but before you could say anything a second appendage pushed past the tight ring of your pussy, stretching you open. "oh god it's t-too much—" but he wasn't paying any attention to you anymore, his focus shifting back to his homework.

you hated how disinterested he was, how easy it was for him to just do his work while he let the Octopus Devil handle your insatiable needs. at first it was enough, but then you wanted something more. you wanted him, and the fact that he was so unresponsive to all your attempts to get him to please you himself was unnerving.

you tried all the tricks you heard the other girls in your class did with their boyfriends; looking at him with pretty doe eyes, bending over in front of him to pick something up from the ground, giving him full view of your panties, damn– you were literally naked on his bed. anything to get him riled up but he still wouldn't give in. you'd lie if this wasn't the most humbling experience in your entire life– stooping so low as to let your cunt be stuffed by another devil's tentacles in hopes of having Yoshida just lay a finger on you. a soft moan rolled past your lips as one of the appendages slithered up to your clit, making your eyes roll back in your skull. "yoshida can you u-uh look at me" you mewled, letting out a frustrated huff when the man shrugged. "i'm busy, as you can see, and if you don't behave I'll command the Octopus devil to stop... well, whatever he's doing."

"but Hiro I want you t-to watch me" you pressed and he finally put his pencil down, turning his chair to face you "happy now?"

in fact you were more than happy– despite his obvious disinterest and annoyance, your walls fluttered around the tentacles just from having him look at you. "y-yea happy. so, so happy" you squirmed, propping yourself up on your forearms to give him a better view of your tits. Yoshida only sighed, rolling his eyes "i know what you're trying to do and it won't work. i'm not fucking you."

"pretty please" you begged, wiggling your hips in a desperate attempt to tempt him. still, to no avail. Yoshida watched you with an amused smile etched onto his face. seeing you this desperate was quite entertaining, he couldn't lie, and you sure made a pretty sight for sore eyes, but he wouldn't dream of actually touching you like you wanted him to. instead, he got up from his chair and languidly moved by your side, crouching down next to the pile of your messily discarded clothes. "no, I won't do it" but why not. "because needy girls like you aren't my type"

you scoffed at his remark and he quickly gripped your jaw, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at your fucked out expression– you were a mess, fighting back tears of pleasure as the tentacles buried themselves deeper inside your soaked cunt, hitting all the right spots; you bit down on your lip. he wiped a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, tracing his fingers over your bottom lip. "but i guess it's not your fault you're like this. after all, i'm the one who taught you how to please yourself" you let out a shallow moan after hearing his words, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

"poor you... i bet it sucks, being a hotshot down in hell for so many years just to end up a slut on earth." he continued and you felt a familiar warmth pooling in your core. Yoshida noticed you were getting off to this by the way you nipped at your bottom lip and the flare in your eyes, his grin melting into a soft, compassionate smile "consider this your punishment for putting me through so much shit at school these months. although I've got to give it to you, since we started this routine of ours you've been more behaved."

you nodded eagerly, shifting forward to lean closer to him "yea, I've been good. always so good".

"not always, just when it suits you" he chuckled, giving the crown of your head a light pat "but you're getting there. keep it up and i might give you what you want one day as a little reward. until then though, you'll have to do with those." Yoshida gestured at the tentacles behind you and you nodded frantically. you only head half of what he was saying, too blissed out to pay attention to his words. you were getting close to your high, slick already dripping from your hole onto the sheets.

"you're so messy... i always have to change the sheets after you leave" he sighed "but you might as well go ahead and cum for me since you need it so badly"

that did it for you. before you knew it, your body spasmed and you gushed around the appendages– your fluids leaking onto the bed, soaking the mattress. "'m sorry so sorry Hiro" you babbled out, riding out your high as you pushed your hips back, making the tentacles fully fill you up. "don't worry about it. just enjoy" he said softly, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

when you eventually came down from your nth high of the day your body slumped against the mattress, your chest heaving with each shallow breath you took. Yoshida looked down at you with an amused glint in his eyes. he could tell you've had your fair share for the day so he retracted the tentacles around your body, making them disappear into thin air. you made no move to get out of his bed, instead curling up into a ball and hugging his duvet close to your chest, your breath slowly settling. "hey, hey don't get too comfortable. you're not sleeping here." he insisted but you wouldn't budge.

it was already pretty late, curfew was about to sound and it'd be pretty hard to explain a naked girl on his bed if someone came to check up on him, but Yoshida somehow couldn't bring himself to shun you. moments like these, when you laid so peacefully in bed were among the only times you were actually tolerable so despite his better judgement he pried the blanket from your arms and wrapped it around body before returning to the desk to finish his assignment.

still, it wasn't too long until he heard the duvet rustling and he turned to see what you were doing. you were once again laying on your stomach with your bare feet bashfully kicking in the air, eyeing him with a lustful gaze. when you noticed him watching you, you melted your chest into the mattress and hid your teasing grin behind your dainty hand, lifting your hips then slowly dropping them to the other side, not once breaking the eye contact "why not just give me that reward you mentioned now, hm, Hiro? for safe measure." god, you truly were hopeless...

[oopsiedaisydeer]

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# - 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃?

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Megumi’s a cold boy, always has been and always will be. There’s no changing that.

But then he started disappearing at random times of the day, confusing everyone around him but if anyone ever asked him why or where, his excuse would be,

“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴，𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵.“

And it made sense considering he was never loud and thunderous unlike a few people he knows.

But eventually they chalked it down to studying, the only logical answer right?

But then they would catch Megumi on his phone more often and even letting a small smile slip which nearly caused them all to faint.

Megumi was capable of smiling?

So the next time Megumi disappeared, Yuji, Nobara and of course Gojo huddled together to come up with a plan.

Plan A; Infiltrate Fushiguro’s phone.

After 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 unsuccessful attempts, it happened.

Megumi had walked away towards the vending machines, taking their chance － they pounced. Hands flying everywhere, everyone trying to grab a hold of some part of the phone, Gojo belly-flopping onto the table．．．

And what they saw blew their eyes wide.

“𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘹“

“𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯，𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 ’𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘹“

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮，𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶．．．:) 𝘹𝘹“

And what shook them the most was his lock-screen － a picture clearly showing Megumi’s side profile, eyes closed and unruly hair tossled every-which-way as he lay on a woman’s chest － her face just out of frame. The woman clearly the one to have taken the photo.

“𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘠 ’𝘎𝘜𝘔𝘐?“

The two students were too stunned to answer their teacher, all three’s eyes glued to the black phone.

“．．．𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?“

And so the trio set off to Megumi’s dorm with only one thought in mind.

Who was this woman?

Hearing a knock on the door was unexpected － at least not 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 early.

Although this ceased to stop you from bouncing off your boyfriend’s bed and towards the door, only clad in a small dressing gown.

“’𝘎𝘶𝘮𝘪！𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯－“

“𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓!“

Instinctively wrapping the gown tighter around yourself, you stared bewildered at the three.

Of course you knew who they were, how could you not after Megumi’s many rants and complaints.

This didn’t do anything to ease your nerves though, especially when you’re butt-ass-naked with only a piece of cloth to cover the bare minimum.

“𝘜𝘩𝘮，𝘩𝘦𝘭－“

“𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?“

Wanting to say yes but not quite sure if you’re allowed to after you and Megumi had agreed to keep your relationship private and away from prying eyes, you simply pursed your lips and let your eyes wander anywhere but at them.

Until a familiar voice thankfully answered for you.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴， 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.“

And that’s all it took for the the three to implode.

Which is how all five of you, now sat on Megumi’s bed, landed here － talking about 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (or more like berating you both), surrounded by vanilla scented candles, rose petals strewn about on the bed and you dressed in (what could be considered) skimpy lingerie hidden beneath your dressing gown, although they didn’t need to know 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 part.

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?“

“𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘺𝘦𝘵?“

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?“

－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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