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[chrissv4mp]

VIDEOS GIRLFRIEND!BILLIE WOULD SEND YOU .ᐟ

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: lookin 4 something???

the video starts quickly—billie holding her phone up above her head, resting comfortably in what looks to be the couch on her tour bus. she hums softly, a soothing melody that you wish you had the chance to hear again face-to-face. then the camera pans back down, her fingers fumbling with the device before successfully setting it onto the couch opposite of where she was perched.

it's only then do you realize what she's wearing—a purple hoodie that's quite similar to yours... and as you squint, trying to remember where you recognize it from. before the answer can click in your mind, billie speaks up.

"i know you're probably wondering where i got this," she grins, cheekily. "or maybe you're wondering why i have this?" she adds, smile breaking out wider. "and—okay, don't blame me—but i snuck it in my bag before tour..."

your favorite hoodie.

and, clearly, hers as well.

"but!" she exclaims, then whips her head to the side at the sound of one of the cabin bunks creaking. then, quieter, "but i wanted to know that you're always here—or, at least, a part of you."

you can see the pink tint of her cheeks flushing even in the dim lighting of the tour bus, and it only becomes more apparent as she pulls the hood further down—covering her face in embarrassment as she giggles quietly, the sound muffled behind the thick, cozy fabric of your hoodie. the one that you'd been losing your mind while trying to find over the past few days. guess it's a huge weight lifted off your chest knowing that the person you trust most has it.

the room goes quiet for a moment too long—and then a long yawn rips through billie's throat, resulting in the girl lifting her arms up and stretching dramatically, a habit you'd also picked up on a few months into the relationship. billie sits up, scooting to the edge of the cushions and snatching up her phone again. she pulls the device close to her face, anything below her nose unseen in the camera.

"okay, well," she exhales, sleepy. "that's my cue."

her eyes flick to the camera, pulling the phone away a bit to grin at you through the phone. "i love you, pretty girl. i'll call tomorrow... if the timezones aren't fucked up—but if they are, still expect a call. just... later."

she blows a kiss, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "g'night."

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: i'd wanna fuck me too !!

"damn," billie purrs, tilting her head to the side. the sunlight from the open curtains of her hotel room illuminate her face. her lips part, eyes flitting across the screen—checking herself out shamelessly. "not to be conceded but... i see why you want me all the time, baby," she teases, leaning back on the couch, maroon and plush.

her hair is in a low bun, loose strands falling on her neck—so effortlessly perfect it's almost like she pulled them out herself. the video is nearly silent for a few seconds, the low hum of the A/C in the background setting a soft, quiet mood, almost like she's at home. her shoulders are relaxed, brows not furrowed like you'd seen them the last time she jumped onto facetime with you.

billie whistles low as she sets her phone down on the table, probably propped against her water bottle. "holy shit, i might actually start drooling over myself right now," she smiles, turning her head to the side and humming upon seeing the sharp line of her jaw.

"woah," she muses, giggling as she turns back to face the camera. "okay, baby—i need to call you, like, now."

she grabs her phone, tugging it off the table. the video still plays for a moment, even while billie looks like she's deep into finding your contact. then, with a quiet—needy—huff from between billie's pouty lips, the video ends.

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: bts for europe pt2... ur lucky...

the first thing you notice is her camera—not her phone, but an actual camera. the thought of billie taking the time to export the video off the camera just for you already had your heart warming. what made your heart warmer was simply just seeing her face, inverted in the mirror yet still looking as beautiful as ever. the camera view shakes a little in the awkward position of her hand, moving a bit closer—showing the background of what seemed to be a closed shop.

"aaahh!" she whispers, mouth opening in a low roar. her nose scrunches as she takes a step back, focusing the camera on the clean mirror for a second longer before stepping away fully and showing you where she was.

there's multiple racks of her merchandise—a plethora of reds, blues, yellows, and whites, colors that she'd been fixated on even before the meetings for her tour plans began. you remember her always coming home with boxes of her first samples of hoodies and t-shirts. unbeknownst to you, she'd ordered one of each sample in your size—feigning surprise whenever you slid the piece of fabric on and found out that it fit you perfectly.

her voice breaks throught the quiet murmur employees in the background. "nobody passing by knows that i'm in here... well, except for you," she thinks out loud, voice trailing off. "wait, but you're not passing by, so—nevermind, still counts."

"this is going in the vlog, by the way," billie announces in a quiet whisper, like it's a secret. "and you're the first person to seee!! i'm so excited for this next part, baby, you don't even know."

her shoes pad on the concrete floors, the camera view getting closer and closer to a rack of multiple hoodies, the designs varying—fabric in red with a graphic of billie from her rolling stone photoshoot ranging from a darker black hoodie featuring a lighter graphic of her name and a photo taken on her latest tour stop, amsterdam.

"dude, this shit is so sick," she admires, flipping the camera to show her happy expression. "might have to get a few to take home to you—gosh, you'd look amazing in the red."

then, she comes closer, murmuring much quieter, "and, preferably, nothin' underneath..." quickly, the camera pulls away from her face.

"okay bye!"

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: BERLINNNNN

billie's hand is on her cheek, jaw open wide in faux surprise as she points at a poster of herself with her free hand—eyes wide as she frantically taps against the window like she's seeing something that's a once in a lifetime experience. someone—ava—giggles behind the camera, shaking the view for a moment to point at the poster as well, a surprised gasp of her own falling from between her lips.

they're standing outside a shop, the window showcasing a display of billie's latest perfume release—your turn. the gates were still closed due to the early hour, the sun still slowly rising above the mountains. ava zooms in on billie just as she sticks her tongue out—then, unexpectedly, she sprints off camera, nearly tripping over her jeans with her suddenly fast steps. ava trails not too far behind, giggling.

"billie, i'm coming go the show tonight!" someone screams in the distance, loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

she doesn't stop running, and neither does ava—her head just whips around as she stuffs a hand into her pocket, her smile clear in the way she screams, "love you!"

"i love you!" the fan screams back, and ava can't hold in the giggles crawling up her throat.

ava chases after billie until they tumble into the back of their car, breathing heavily as their backs finally hit the seats, lips parted to take the chance to breathe after the sudden interaction. her blue eyes meet the camera again, a dopey smile playing at the corners of her lips. she slumps in her seat, falling to the side and laying across her side of the car with a few quiet chuckles. ava joins in on the laughter, the little sounds escaping billie's throat contagious.

"that was... unexpected," ava comments through her fit of giggles, the words cut off a bit at the end due to the engine of the car rumbling to life.

billie nods. "ugh, i love them," she huffs, pushing herself up again and buckling herself in. the click of a seatbelt echoes in the camera speakers as ava does the same. "if we weren't in a rush i would've ran over and tackled them."

ava huffs a laugh.

"lightly—" billie clarifies. then, with a deep squint of her eyes, hums and whispers, "maybe not, actually. don't wanna catch an assault charge in the middle of tour..."

the blonde behind the camera hums. "they'd probably cherish the bruise, billie."

billie bursts out into laughter—then, the video cuts.

letters. will this get me out of the motivation drought.... fingers are tightly crossed rn bcus i have something big and exciting planned 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or don't fuck it up rafe.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i dislike the use of y/n and avoid it all costs BUT it was required here.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

'overheard at friday's party: football team captain and fraternity president with the initials r.c was telling a certain pink-haired party girl that he's secretly into some chick he met online who he hasn't even met. he goes by MalachiConstant. no one seems to know who the mystery girl is.'

your eyes widened as you re-read the post, starting to put the pieces together... you turned to look to vivian with your jaw clenched in anger, unable to bite your tongue.

"rafe cameron is MalachiConstant? and you knew?"

"come on..." vivian sighed as you stood up from your seat, "it's not how you think it is." "it's not? then what is it, then?" you raised your brows, your hands on your hips, "how long have you known?"

"i swear, i only found out on friday." vivian reached out for your hand, to stop you, the girl looking up at you pleadingly, her brows scrunched up, "i would've told you, i swear, but rafe told me he wanted to do it himself. babes. just sit down and let's talk about this after class, okay?"

"no, no..." you sighed, your next words coming out in a mumble, your ears ringing too much for you to be able to form a coherent sentence. "i- i need some air. see you later."

no one aside from vivian and zainab even glanced your way as you rushed out of the classroom, gripping the strap of your satchel as your heart was beating against your chest, the edges of your vision blurred by tears. as you made your way through the corridors, no one paid any attention, like you weren't even there. like you were invisible.

you'd never skipped a single lecture before; that day, there wasn't even one lecture that you attended. as soon as you'd escaped the confines of the suffocating classroom, you'd made your way to the girls' dormitory, angel rubbing herself against your calf. you let out a sniffle, picking the white cat into your arms as you sat down at the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss on her soft head.

by six-thirty, rafe had been sitting at the fountain for the past fourty-five minutes. ever since he saw that post on KildareUBlindItems, rafe knew you wouldn't come to meet him, but a part of him had hoped that you would.

rafe threw a pebble into the water fountain, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips before he buried his head in his hands, the balls of his hands pressing against his eyes.

"you're waiting for her, aren't you?"

rafe pulled his hands away from his face and straightened his back as he noticed dodge standing in front of him. rafe cleared his throat, furrowing his brows, "what're you talking about?"

"MalachiConstant. that's you, isn't it?"

"yeah." rafe mumbled, "guess everyone knows it's me." "well, they weren't exactly vague in their description." dodge ran a hand through his hair, "you know, y/n mentioned you once." "what?" "i ran into her one time right here. she asked me if i was MalachiConstant. she's the girl, isn't she?" rafe nodded, without saying another word. "don't fuck it up. see you around, rafe." dodge shrugged, before walking away.

don't fuck it up, rafe.

you were laid in bed, the covers pulled up to your ears, your fingers slowly running through angel's fur as the cat slept, completely content. there was a soft knock on your door that you ignored, up until you heard a key being fitted into the lock.

your dorm room was swung open and you narrowed your eyes at the pink-haired girl who walked into your room, angel's head turning to face vivian; the white-furred cat jumped off the bed, making her way towards the girl who'd dubbed herself angel's 'cat aunt'. "traitor..." you mumbled under your breath.

"you can't bury yourself under your blanket, y'know?" vivian said, pressing kisses on angel's tiny head, "have you talked to him?" "to who?" "to rafe, dumbass." the girl seated herself at the edge of your bed, her hand going to stroke your hair as the other held your cat to her chest.

"why would i have?"

"because you just found out that he's the guy you like."

you groaned, sitting up in bed, "rafe is not the guy i like. i like MalachiConstant." "newsflash, babe, MalachiConstant is rafe. you like rafe."

you sighed, biting down on your lower lip, "but aren't you the one who's always told me that he's a... complete manwhore that doesn't care about anyone?" "yes, but..." vivian pressed her eyes closed and took in a deep breath before opening them and looking at you, taking your hand in hers, "maybe i was wrong."

"why do you think that?" you raised your brows, "because... the other night, when i found out that he was the guy you were talking to... rafe talked about you the way you talk about him. like you were the eighth wonder of the world. rafe... the way he looked when i even mentioned you... that's how you look when you talk about him. the way you feel towards rafe is the way he feels towards you." she tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear, "i don't even think he's hooked up with anyone in ages. simply because there's only one girl that's on his mind. he couldn't care less about anyone else."

"do you... do you think i should go talk to him?"

"only you can decide that." vivian smiled at you, "but i already told him that if he hurts you, i'd cut his dick off."

it was nearly eleven pm, yet you were marching towards kappa sigma; the fraternity rafe cameron was the president of, in nothing but a pair of snoopy-themed pajama pants and a fleetwood mac themed t-shirt, a pair of bunny slippers on your feet.

rain poured down on you, ruining your hair and making your clothing stick to your skin, mud becoming your slippers' best friend; but you were on a mission.

a part of you thought that maybe you should've changed before you started walking towards the fraternity, but another part told you that in the twenty minutes it would've taken for you to find a nice enough outfit, you would've convinced yourself that you definitely shouldn't go meet up with him.

when you got to the fraternity, for once, there wasn't some privileged dickhead judging everyone who wanted to enter. slowly, quietly, you pushed the door open.

rafe was sitting in the living room of the fraternity, surrounded by his brothers, a blue bong being passed out amongst them. after rafe had taken a hit, he'd passed it off to the next person, and finally... someone had gained enough confidence to ask something he'd expected for the entire day.

"so, are you MalachiConstant?" the boy asked, following it with, "i mean, it is pretty clear that you're him. did you actually fall for someone you've never fucked, let alone kissed or met?"

rafe should've just told them the truth. rafe should've just said that it was none of their business who he was into. that they don't know what true connection is like.

but all he said was, "nah." rafe shook his head, laughing, "you think i'd fall for some chick without even knowing who she is? i'm not some fucking incel loser. i can get laid whenever i want. why would i wait for some random chick on the internet?"

"well." you chuckled, standing at the doorway leading into the fraternity's living room, rafe's head snapping to you, looking like a deer in headlights when he noticed your presence. you looked straight at him, "i guess i have nothing to say to you. MalachiConstant."

you turned around, rafe's ears filling with the sound of alarm bells, blocking out all the laughter and mockery that his fraternity brothers were letting out.

"don't fuck it up rafe. don't fuck it up rafe. don't fuck it up rafe."

the sentence echoed throughout rafe's brain, and he was unable to contain himself, the boy getting on his feet, rushing after you, all the words his friends had said to him turning into nonsense. for once, he listened to his heart.

"wait!" he called out, grabbing your arm, forcing you to turn around to face him, your eyes glistening with tears, "what do you want? i thought you didn't need a random chick you met on the internet in order to feel like a badass?" you scoffed.

"i'm an idiot." was the only thing rafe said before he closed the distance, pressing his lips on yours.

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[emriiis]

Bound to Them

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍/𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔), 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+)

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖—𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉—𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 2𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 🩷 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 50 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆—𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍—𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. 🥺

—𝑬𝒎𝒓𝒚𝒔 🩷

💌 requests are open! if you have any ideas for the main series or want to request a oneshot, my inbox is always open.

w/c: 5.2k not proof read

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After what happened yesterday… you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

You tried to be rational about it. You told yourself you’d always thought about the Saja Boys a little more than you should—who didn’t? But after yesterday they had been all you could think about. 

You fell asleep with the memory of their voices wrapped around you—dark and teasing. Hands that had never truly touched you haunted every corner of your mind, ghosting through your hair, skimming over your throat, resting low on your hips like they belonged there. 

They weren’t real.

 

They weren’t here.

 But they didn’t need to be.

Sleep didn’t come softly. It pulled you under like velvet shackles, thick and consuming. 

And the dream? It didn’t feel like a dream at all.

You dreamed of breath against your neck, of lips brushing along your jaw. Fingers woving through your hair, down your thighs, coaxing your head back with a touch that was firm but reverent. Like you were something fragile, treasured, owned. The weight of someone behind you, voice low and dark against your skin, whispering promises—claiming you as theirs.

You lower your hand and squeeze your eyes shut, gather your drifting thoughts, put the odd feelings down as aftereffects from the strange interview—and try to ignore the part of your brain that’s whispering things trying to tell you you’d rather feel their lips against yours.

You shiver and rub your arms. It's not the air that’s cold—it’s you. Empty. Shaken. You remember the way they looked at you. The way they spoke. The way Romance leaned his mouth, hovering just inches from yours, like he was about to ruin you with a single breath. You wanted them, you wanted them more than you have ever wanted anything.

It’s not real

You try to believe it.

You try to reason with yourself—you don’t even know them. They’re idols.  You’re just another girl. Another interview. They probably do this to other people all the time. They probably flirt with everyone. Whisper beautiful lies. Play with hearts for fun. It was all part of the illusion, wasn’t it?

You nod slowly, bile rising in your throat. Shame burns through your veins like acid.

Of course you weren’t special.

Of course it meant nothing.

You remember what they said during the interview… words like connection, belonging, theirs. You clung to those words like they were lifelines.

But maybe that was the cruelest part. They knew exactly what to say.

You bite your lip and force out a bitter laugh, but it trembles at the edges. 

You were such a fool.

“It’s fine,” you whisper, even though it doesn’t feel fine at all. “I’m fine.”

You’ll move on. You’ll forget. You’ll shove this feeling down until it suffocates you. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

Pretend that everything is fine.

Pretend you're not already mourning something you never even had.

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They haven’t seen you in weeks.

They could feel you slipping.

Not away—no. The bond wouldn’t allow that. Not truly.

But you were pulling back. Doubting. Spiraling with questions.

And it was driving them mad.

Romance was the first to crack.

“She’s doubting herself,” he murmured, staring at the untouched tea in front of him. “I can feel it. She thinks it wasn’t real.

“She needs time, Romance. She is human. She probably doesn’t understand the bond like we do.” Jinu voices, as always, he’s the one holding the line. The voice of reason. But even now, it trembles beneath the weight of longing. He too held the desire to look for you, to mark you as his then and there. If you needed proof of their love and bond with you, then he would give it to you. 

“She probably thinks she imagined it.” Abby’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes dark with frustration. “That we were just messing with her. Playing some games.” He shifted in his seat, frustrated. If only she knew what she does to me. I want to drag her back here, press her to the nearest wall, and taste her. I want her trembling on my tongue, whispering my name when I get down on her—

“We need to fix it,” Mystery said quietly. His voice was calm, but his hands curled into fists at his sides. “She’s slipping away.”

Jinu hadn’t spoken yet. He stood at the window, eyes locked on the distant city skyline. His voice, when it came, was soft. Measured. Final.

“Then we court her.”

They all turned.

“She needs proof,” Jinu said, his gaze still fixed outward. “She needs to know we meant it. That she’s not just another girl.”

“So we show her,” Romance said, rising slowly to his feet. The fire in his chest had been building for weeks, and now it burned just beneath his skin. His gaze turned sharp. Focused. Wild.

“We give her what she wants. She won’t know what hit her,” he said, voice low and dark. “And I know she’ll melt the second we touch her again. Any hint of possession and she’ll go soft for us.”

He could still taste the memory of her breath catching when his hand brushed her waist, the way her lashes fluttered when he leaned in too close. The scent of her arousal had hit him like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. She didn’t even know what she did to them.

Baby leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, but the heat in his eyes betrayed the casual stance. A slow smirk curved his lips, dangerous and knowing.

“Oh, she will.” Baby smirked, remembering the way you acted between his members. 

He licked his lips slowly, remembering the way her eyes flicked between them—nervous, curious, needy.

He pushed off the wall, slow and feline. “She wants to be seen. To be claimed. To be taken.” His voice turned to a near growl. “So let’s take her. Properly. Let her know exactly who she belongs to.”

Jinu’s knuckles were white, his jaw tense with restraint. The need to protect you was primal, insistent. You would never lift a finger again. Knowing their mate was out there, doubting herself? It was unbearable.

You were theirs.

“We find her,” Jinu continued. “Then we show her what it means to be ours.”

Mystery’s voice rumbled from the corner, deep and taut with frustration. “She thinks she’s just some girl,” he growled, fangs flashing, frustration radiating from his every breath. “ Like we’d ever touch anyone the way we touched her. Like we’d ever look at anyone else like that.”

Romance sank into the couch again, legs spread, fingers drumming along his thigh. “So first flowers,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with desire. “Something soft. Something that smells like her.” He smiled, eyes dark. “Then something sweet. Something she'll taste and remember us with every bite.”

Their instincts thrummed just beneath their skin—ancient, aching, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t about the chase. It was about claiming. About devotion. About providing. They didn’t want to hunt you down like prey.

No, they wanted to spoil you. To wrap you in silk and the scent of them. To press reverent kisses to your lips until the insecurity melted from your breath. To cradle you in every way the world has failed to. 

To make you feel it

know it

that you were never meant to be anything less than worshipped.

They will find you.

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Your apartment feels like it’s breathing.

Every shadow stretches too long. Every sound seems louder. But it’s not the noise that keeps you on edge—it’s the silence.

It’s them.

You haven’t stopped thinking about them since the interview. Haven’t stopped feeling them. Their gazes linger behind your eyes, their voices curling into your bones like smoke.

You twist on your couch, thighs pressed tight, trying to exhale the heat that’s settled under your skin. But no matter how many times you shake your head, pace your room, press cold fingers to your burning face—they’re still there.

Your mind betrays you, again and again. Flashing with images you swore weren’t real. Phantom touches that make your breath hitch. Golden eyes. Velvet voices. Soft laughter that still echoes between your legs.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

This is insane.

You are not the kind of girl who loses sleep over five impossibly beautiful men.

Then your phone vibrates.

You blink at the screen.

Unknown Number

Your thumb hovers, hesitation pulsing. But before you can talk yourself out of it, you answer.

“…Hello?”

A pause.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N. I'm calling on behalf of the Saja Boys.”

​​You freeze.

The voice continues, polite. Controlled. But something about it makes your stomach twist.

“I’m reaching out to confirm that you’ve been accepted as their full-time manager. Congratulations!”

Your pulse stumbles. “What? I didn’t agree to that. I think there’s been a mistake, I didn’t—”

“Yes, well, that’s the wonderful part. You don’t have to accept it. You’ve been chosen. The contract’s already processed. We’ll send a car for you this evening—”

“No.” Your voice cuts sharper than you expect. “I never agreed to that.”

“Well, the boys were very clear—”

“I said no.” You’re standing now, pacing. “You can’t just assign me to them. I didn’t sign anything—”

Then silence.

“Hey baby.”

You freeze.

The voice has changed.

It’s not hers anymore.

“J-Jinu?” Your voice trembles. Your skin goes tight. Your eyes dart around the room, instinctively scanning for something—someone. He’s not there. But you feel him. A low hum in the air, like heat lightning crawling up your walls. The shift in atmosphere is intense, electric.

“How are you?” Jinu’s voice is smooth, low, and drenched in warmth. A honeyed tone that slips under your defenses like silk over bare skin.

Your knees nearly buckle. You sink back onto the couch.

“I—uh—I’m good.” You grip the edge of your couch too tightly. “How did you even—Never mind. Can I help you with something?”

He chuckles, and it’s deep and rich and the sound slides down your spine, making you shiver. The buzz against your skin deepens, tingling with awareness. You glance around again, pulse quickening… but he’s still nowhere in sight.

“I missed you.”

It’s not fair.

Just three words, but they slide into you like a key turning a lock. You clench your eyes shut, as if that will slow the heat crawling up your chest.

“I was hoping we could talk.” He adds, gentle. Careful. But each word is weighted, tethered with something that wraps around your spine.

“We’re talking right now.”

He hums again. Slower this time. Like he’s savoring the sound of your voice. 

“I meant in person.”

His tone is warm and gentle, but thick with desire. There’s no pressure. Only pull.

“No pressure,” he murmurs. “Just coffee. A quiet spot. Just you and me.”

Your throat tightens. You blink, and suddenly the room feels smaller. Warmer. Like the sound of his voice alone is wrapping around your ribs, holding you still.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you murmur, but it comes out weaker than you mean.

He’s quiet.

“That's okay,” 

Still soft. Still warm. Not pushy. But beneath the words… something deeper. A thread of something that reaches for you without forcing.

“You don’t have to decide now. I’ll wait”

You shouldn’t even be considering it. Not after what happened. Not after the way you’d felt in that room.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He just waits.

And somehow that’s worse. Because it leaves you sitting there, breath caught, heart pounding, mind spiraling with the memory of golden eyes, warm hands, and heat.

You bite your lip.

You should hang up.You should say no....“When should we meet?”

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You arrived earlier than planned.

The coffee shop was warm and quiet, tucked between rustling trees and the soft hum of traffic. You’d chosen the far corner, hoping the shadows might soothe the nerves crawling beneath your skin.

But nothing could settle the storm rolling in your chest.

You were going to see him.

Jinu.

The sound of his name in your head was enough to make your spine tingle. You told yourself this was just a meeting. Just a conversation. Nothing more.

Then the air shifted.

You felt it before you saw him—an almost electric buzz crawling over your skin. Your breath caught as something invisible curled around your ribs and tightened.

He’s here.

You looked up.

And there he was.

Jinu walked in. The door chime rang softly behind him, but it was his presence that made everything around you fall away. The café might as well have emptied. Your vision tunneled. All you could see was him.

He looked impossibly beautiful—sunlight catching in his soft hair, the curve of his mouth as devastating as ever. But it was his eyes that undid you. Warm. Dark. Fixed entirely on you. Like he hadn’t stopped thinking about you either.

But he’s not alone.

Trailing just behind him was another body, languid and feline, oozing quiet confidence. Baby. His gaze slid across the café like he was bored but when it landed on you, it sharpened, darkened. A smirk ghosted his lips. He was effortlessly alluring, a contrast to Jinu’s soft intensity.

You barely had time to blink before they were in front of you.

“Sorry,” Jinu said, voice like low velvet. “He insisted on coming.”

Baby offered a shrug like it didn’t matter.  He slid into the booth beside Jinu, his knees brushing yours with casual familiarity, and your pulse jumped.

You nodded faintly, suddenly too aware of the heat crawling up your spine.

“Do you want anything, baby?” Jinu asks, voice low and warm, the word wrapping around you like silk.

You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.

Baby leans forward just slightly, head tilted, gaze heavy as it slides down your body with no shame at all. “Anything you’re craving for, sweetheart?” he purred, lips twitching around the word. “We'll take care of it.”

Their very presence consumes you.

The waitress arrives just in time. Or too soon. You’re not sure. Jinu turns to her, but his gaze flicks back to you as he speaks, every word like a kiss pressed against your skin. The waitress nearly drops her pen. You nearly drop your sanity. She stammers out a response and hurries away.

You exhaled in relief—until you looked back at them.

Baby stretched his arms across the back of the booth, fingers idly tapping the cushion, but there’s nothing casual about the way his gaze drags down your neck to your chest, slow and unbearably steady. Jinu doesn’t look away either. You feel pinned in place, your body reacting like you’ve been physically touched, your skin heating beneath the weight of it.

You shake your head, trying to clear it, to breathe. 

“I—uh, I was just wondering if…”

Their eyes flashed at the same time. Something dark. Hungry

And the heat in them was so sharp, so focused, that your body trembled from the inside out. You close your eyes for a second, trying to breathe, but it doesn’t help. 

When you opened them again, their faces were soft. Friendly. Innocent.

Like nothing happened.

Like you imagined it all.

You almost believe it until Baby’s lips twitch into something that might be a smirk.

Thankfully, the waitress returns with the drinks, offering you a brief, blessed distraction. You lift the glass to your lips quickly, if only to keep your hands from shaking. The coffee is sweet, just the way you like it.

You could do this.

You should try again.

“Wh-what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

Jinu leaned forward, mouth parting to answer.

But the words never came.

Because in the very next second, the moment was shattered.

It happened too fast to stop.

A clatter—loud and sharp—snapped through the soft hum of the café. You barely had time to turn your head before the tray slipped from a passing server’s hands, the drinks tumbling, tipping, and splashing over the edge of the table.

Iced coffee. Sticky syrup. Cold liquid splattering across your lap and down your thighs.

Your gasp caught sharp in your throat as you jerked back in surprise, the chill shocking your senses. The spill hit you more than anyone else, seeping through the fabric of your skirt, clinging to your skin.

They moved faster than the panic.

“Shit,” Baby growled, the word rough and low. He shoved back from the booth, the sudden movement drawing startled glances but he didn’t care. In a blink, he was at your side, eyes blazing. His gaze slid to the offender with something lethal in it, but all his energy shifted instantly back to you. One hand went immediately to your back, the other pulling his jacket off in one fluid motion to shield you from the stares now aimed at your table.

Jinu was already out of his seat, his body crouched at your side with a speed that made the room blur. His hands hovered at your waist, trembling with the restraint not to touch, not to pull you close. His gaze swept over you—sharp, assessing, furious—before softening in the next breath as his focus landed fully on your face.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was velvet and cracked fire, intimate and frantic all at once. His hand reached for a napkin on the table, but his eyes never left yours. “Where did it get you, baby? Did any of it burn?”

“I’m okay,” you stammered, breathless, blinking up at them. “It’s just—cold. It surprised me.”

But they didn’t relax.

“You’re soaked,” Jinu whispered, gaze flicking down to where the wet fabric clung to your thighs. His throat bobbed, and for a moment, something darker flashed behind his eyes—need. 

His voice dropped low, coaxing and sinful as his hand hovered just above your thigh. “You’re so wet, baby. Let us help you.”

The sound of it cracked straight down your spine.

He guided your leg toward him with quiet ease, adjusting you just enough so he could reach where the spill is.

The cloth touched your skin in slow, dragging strokes. Each pass was deliberate, lingering like he couldn’t bring himself to stop. The cold drink had soaked through, but all you could feel was heat—his fingers, his palm, his breath when he leaned in slightly to see what he was doing.

His other hand smoothed along your thigh, gentle but firm, moving in slow, steady lines that made your breath catch. His thumb drew soft circles near your knee, easing upward, trailing heat as it moved. 

The fabric of your skirt clung to your damp skin, and when he reached the edge of it, he paused. His fingers grazed beneath, the lightest brush against the inside of your thigh. You swore he trembled. His other hand rose to your waist, grounding you with the softest squeeze, pulling you closer. Closer than you already were.

He didn’t look at you right away. His focus stayed on your leg, as if watching his own hands kept him in control. But when his gaze finally lifted, it was heavy and dark. For the briefest moment, gold flickered in his eyes—slit and sharp—before he blinked it away. 

“Cold baby?” he asked, voice low and rough. His thumb stroked once more, just under the hem of your skirt. “Let me warm you up.”

You forced a breath, looking at him.

“You okay sweetheart?” Baby’s voice came from beside your ear, deep and honey-slicked, and your skin prickled beneath the sound of it. He leaned over, draping his jacket across your lap, shielding you with something warm and masculine, something that smelled like him. “Some people are just clumsy, huh?”

​​The server stammered an apology, cheeks flushed with panic, but the boys didn’t even blink. Their focus never left you. Even when they sat down again, the atmosphere didn’t settle—it only thickened.

Jinu leaned forward, arms resting on the table, voice softer now. “The staff told us you weren’t going to accept the offer,”

You nodded slowly, eyes locked on the napkin twisting in your fingers. You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

Your breath caught.

“For how we acted,” he added, the words spoken with such care, it made your heart ache. “At the interview. I know it might’ve been overwhelming. I just… I need to know. Was it because of that? Is that why you don’t want the job?”

You shook your head quickly, grasping for the nearest excuse.  “No, I… I just didn’t think I was the right fit,” you lied gently. “I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way.”

Baby leaned forward now too, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you. There was no smirk this time, no teasing flicker in his eye. Just quiet intensity, like he was waiting to catch something slipping between your words.

Something passed between them. A silent exchange. 

“Still…” Baby drawled, his voice low and lazy, his eyes tracing every inch of your face, “we were hoping we could change your mind.”

“Convince you,” Jinu added, smiling now, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not fully. “To give us a chance.”

The word us lingered longer than it should have.

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Baby said, his tone quieter than usual. “But we’re not letting you walk away without trying.”

Jinu leaned forward again, so close now that his scent brushed your skin—warm musk and something rich. And then his eyes dropped to your lips. Just for a second. Barely long enough to notice. But you caught it.

“Just try it,” he murmured. “The job. Us.” His voice was velvet and smoke, threading around your spine. “All we’re asking for is a chance.”

A pause.

Baby leaned in too. “One day,” he whispered, voice brushing your ear like heat. “Just one. Try us.”

The buzzing in your chest returned, fierce and electric, spilling like wildfire through every inch of your body. It pulsed beneath your skin and curled hot in your belly. And even as your rational mind clawed desperately at the reasons you came here to say no—your heart… your body… were already leaning in. 

Suddenly, the idea of saying no felt impossible.

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“So wet for me baby”

Jinu’s lips were the first thing you felt.

Soft. Searching. Devouring in the slowest way possible.

He kissed down the slope of your neck like he was tracing a path he already knew by heart, pressing his mouth to every inch of exposed skin like he needed to memorize the taste. His hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head for better access as his tongue flicked just beneath your ear, dragging a whimper from your throat.

“You feel this baby?” he murmured against your skin, voice like molten velvet. “It's for me. Isn’t it?”

You couldn’t breathe. Your hands curled into the sheets, knuckles white, chest heaving with the effort to stay grounded. But there was nothing grounding about Jinu not when he kissed lower, down to your collarbone, your shoulder, the top of your chest, teeth grazing now and then like he was claiming as much as he was worshipping.

Then you felt it.

Movement beneath you. A shift. A second warmth.

Fingers sliding along the backs of your thighs. Strong, unhurried. 

His hands slid beneath you, one gripping your hips, the other spreading along your inner thigh like he was easing you open just for him. 

“Mmh…”  Baby’s voice came from below, deep and husky. “You’re always so responsive. Such a good girl when we touch you.”

His hands slid higher, smoothing over your skin like he had all the time in the world. “That’s it angel,” he whispered, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Let us take care of you.”

Baby’s mouth replaced his hands. His hands pinned your thighs apart with gentle force, fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you who was in control. His tongue licked into you with devastating precision, and every groan he made sent aftershocks up your core.

The moment his tongue dragged along you, your back arched, a soft cry slipping from your lips before you could stop it. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair before you even realized it. The moment your hips bucked toward his mouth, your hand dove down, curling into those soft dark strands. You weren’t pulling him closer. You were holding on, like he was the only thing tethering you to earth. And he groaned when you did—low and wrecked—like the act of you clinging to him drove him wild.

Jinu chuckled behind you, his voice smooth and dark beside your ear. “So sensitive baby,” he whispered, brushing your hair back. “Look at you…” His fingers trailed down your arm, slow and affectionate, before tipping your chin down. 

You whimpered, hips jerking slightly against Baby’s mouth.

He bit lightly at your neck, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “You should thank him, baby. He’s being so good for you.”

Your voice was broken when it came out. Barely a whisper. But it made Baby moan against you, his tongue flattening, then curling just right—and your fingers gripped his hair tighter.

“Look at him,” Jinu murmured, his hand slipping under your jaw. “Let him see how good he’s making you feel.”

Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy—and then you looked down.

Baby stared up at you from between your thighs.

Your breath caught.

His golden eyes gleamed—inhuman and slitted like a predator’s, glowing beneath the dim light. Violet markings laced across his pale skin, curling along his cheekbones and neck, as if his body couldn’t help revealing what he really was when he touched you like this. And his lips… glistened with your slick, mouth parted as he panted against your heat.

You should’ve been afraid.

But you weren’t.

You moaned at the sight of him, body reacting before your mind could catch up. Something deep inside you snapped, unraveling under the sheer possessive hunger in his gaze.

Baby smirked, the look dark and reverent at once. “That’s it sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly and shamelessly. “Look at you. All spread out for me. You were made for this. For us.”

Your hips jerked as he dipped lower again, tongue moving with unrelenting purpose.

“Good girl,” Jinu murmured, smiling against your skin as you arched into them both. "So obedient. So good.” He pressed his mouth to your collarbone, then your shoulder, sucking gently until your skin burned. “Ours to touch. Ours to taste. Say it, baby. Let us hear you.”

You could barely form the words, your voice broken and high as Baby’s tongue dragged another cry from your throat.

“That's it baby,” Jinu breathed, kissing the edge of your lips. “So good for us. Let go...cum for us.”

“I can feel you shaking,” Baby growled from below, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You close, babygirl? Hmm? Let me taste it. Let go. Give it to me."

“That’s ittt,” Jinu whispered, his thumb brushing your lips as you gasped. “Such a good girl for us. Just like that… let it all go.”

And you were close—so close—body trembling, vision going hazy as you clung to the sheets, surrounded by their voices, their touch, their hunger.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

You gasped—eyes snapping open, chest heaving.

You were in bed. Alone.

​​You woke with a damp skin and thighs still clenched. Your hand was fisted in the sheets, your mouth parted—every nerve still buzzing like Jinu’s lips were at your throat and Baby’s mouth still between your legs.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The doorbell wouldn’t stop.

You blinked hard, disoriented, pulse racing as you sat up. You scrambled off the bed and rushed to the mirror. Your lips were swollen. Your neck was flushed, tinged faintly red, like marks had almost been left behind. You ran your fingers through your hair, tried to fix the way your nightshirt clung to your damp skin. You couldn’t look at yourself too long—you still felt like you were being watched.

Like their eyes were still on you.

Another chime of the doorbell.

You opened the door, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

A delivery man stood there, silent, holding out a neatly tied paper bag and a wrapped bouquet of flowers. You blinked.

The scent hits you before anything else—warm, soft, and dizzyingly familiar.

“Delivery,” he said, handing them over without a smile.

No sender listed.

You thanked him, voice barely working.

You shut the door gently, clutching both in your arms like they might vanish if you breathed too hard. You set them down and unfolded the bouquet—then froze.

You knew these flowers.

The pale blue and white blossoms, the violet accents tucked between the green. They weren’t common. Not at all. You had studied them once, years ago, when you used to obsess over the secret meanings in petals and colors.

Loyalty. 

Longing.

 Hidden devotion.

 Love deeper than words.

Your stomach flipped.

They were the kind of flowers one sent when words weren’t enough. The kind meant for soul-deep connections. Eternal bonds. Unspoken promises.

Inside the bag is your favorite food but it was the folded note tucked beneath it that made your breath catch.

You opened it slowly. Handwritten.

“Eat up, baby girl. You’ll need your strength back.”

Your stomach fluttered.

No signature. No mark.

But your soul knew.

You didn’t know if it was a dream.

But your legs still trembled.

And your heart knew exactly who sent it.

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The lights were low in the studio lounge, casting golden shadows across the leather couches. 

The air wasn’t calm—it was pulsing. 

Thrumming. 

Tense with something unspoken and thick as smoke.

Jinu lounged back on the couch, sleeves rolled up, collar open, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. Beside him was Baby sprawled like a sin, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, chest rising slowly, eyes hooded and gleaming. He hadn’t fully come down. Not from her.

“You bastards,” Romance muttered first, tossing a cushion toward Baby’s head. “You actually did it.”

Baby caught it mid-air without flinching, didn’t even blink. “Define did it.”

“You know exactly what we mean,” Mystery drawled, narrowed eyes flicking from Baby to Jinu. “We all felt it. The bond flared.”

“You invaded her dream,” Romance said with a low groan. “Not just one of you—both of you. Together. Do you know how unfair that is?”

“She wanted it,” Baby said simply. “Every sound she made. The way she clung to me—gods, I can still feel her fingers fisting my hair.”

Romance groaned, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. “Fucking hell. I knew it. The bond spiked so hard last night I thought I was going to lose my damn mind.”

“I felt it too,” Abby muttered, pacing. “My head was burning. My chest wouldn’t stop aching. You two were practically feeding off her.”

Jinu just smiled. “She offered herself to us.”

“Did she agree?” Mystery cut in, eyes sharp now. “To be our manager?”

Baby’s tongue darted across his teeth, golden eyes gleaming faintly. “Not with words. But her body already has. Her soul’s nearly there. She’s teetering.”

“How did it feel?” Abby asked, quietly this time.

Jinu’s eyes went half-lidded. “Like we were sinking into something we’ve been starving for. Like her soul opened to us.”

Baby gave a sharp, low exhale, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “It was better than feeding. Better than killing. I’d starve for a hundred years if it meant tasting her like that again.”

“You two are so fucking lucky,” Abby muttered.

They couldn’t wait to see her again.

Couldn’t wait to have her.

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[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[tobeholyistobeempty]

do you think simon would like if you choked him back? i feel like he’d get off on you riding him, feeling your hand press across his throat, knowing you probably couldnt do any real damage but loving when you’re nasty with him like that

honestly imo if you’re going to choke simon you best be prepared to be fucked six ways from sunday ‼️

i fear that shit would send him so feral, which is precisely why you do it. you know what you’re poking when you lift that hand. barely get those fingers against his pulse before the filth floods his eyes and his lips tilt into something vile. hed humour you at first, shift his head to give you a better grip, let you think you’ve got control before he shows you who actually does

[mattsundaes]

so. what do you think happens the first time roommate suna accidentally hears you tell your friend that your ex boyfriend always refused to go down on you because he thought it was gross?

suna takes a sudden interest in having those little single-serving plastic cups of greek yogurt for breakfast.

every. single. morning.

he’s always conveniently at the bottom of the cup when you come strolling into the kitchen, eyes coincidentally meeting yours while he’s in the middle of tonguing the rest of the wet, creamy yogurt out.

(he licks every cup clean.)

when you fall for his trap and ask him why he’s so bent on getting every last drop, he shrugs and smirks, “it’s fun.”

[starkeyszn]

‘GOLDENRETRIEVER!RAFE who will look at you with those big blue eyes and pouting lips when you don’t cuddle him back.’

wait i need this in a blurb this is so cute ☹️💌

🐕 ⌇ PUPPY EYES 𓂃 ⸝⸝

you’re barley five minutes into the movie when you feel his stare. fully burning into you.

you sighed, grabbing the remote to pause the movie and turn your head to look at him. “what, rafe?” he blinks at you, like he’s been caught red handed.

“nothing.” he says in that, oh so—soft tone, what he uses when he desperately wants something off you.

“rafe.” you narrowed your eyes.

his bottom lip pouts out, “you’re all the way over there!” you was three feet away.

“i needed space—” you emphasise to the blanket smushed in the middle of you, “it’s hot.” you grabbed the pillow holding it on your lap.

“but i’m cold.” he argues, eyes wide, blinking with some sparkle in them.

you snort, “you’ve been clinging onto me for the whole day, ray.”

“and it wasn’t enough!” he says dramatically, flopping onto his side so he’s facing you completely. “i need constant affection—what if today is my last day! you’ll regret not giving me all the attention.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“full of love.” he corrects you, reaching his arm out to you. “please, sweetheart. i’ll be so good.”

you try to resist, but when you meet his eyes, his big blue ocean eyes staring right back at you, twinkling with some admiration.

you mutter something, tossing the blanket, huffing, before crawling over to him.

his face lights up noticing, his grin immediately widening, as he opens his arms, pulling you into his lap. “knew you couldn’t resist.”

you roll your eyes, but nuzzle your face under his chin, immediately feeling his warmth. “better?” you mumbled against his chest.

“much better.” he sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

[chrisfawns]

the girlfriend effect. . .all the ways matt and chris change after getting a girlfriend

꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ matt. . .starts sleeping more 💌🍵🎀

it's a well-known fact that matt doesn't sleep at night. he sleeps the next day. it's not unusual for nick or chris to get up at 5 am to get water, only to see a sliver of light still coming from under matt's door. he's either on the computer, watching tv, or simply pacing, waiting until his body is so exhausted that he has no choice but to sleep.

after you, though? matt's in bed at a solid eleven pm. you're tucked safely into his side, head against his chest. he'll nuzzle his stubbly chin into your hair as you yap about your day until you fall asleep mid-sentence, following you into dreamland shortly after.

now, matt's up before the clock hits noon. his shoulders don't slump with exhaustion anymore; instead, he's awake, dressed, and looks more alive than he ever has. his eyes aren't plagued with dark bags anymore and he has energy now.

ଘ꒰ ꒱ chris. . .drinks more water 🏹🐇🪞

shocked was an understatement. the internet practically exploded the first time they saw it. chris' usual car video soda had been replaced by a bottle of water. in fact, it became such a regular occurrence that even nick and matt were shocked.

"what?" chris asks, looking up to see matt staring at him like he's got two heads.

"you're drinking water?" matt asks, staring at the new, blue stainless steel water bottle that's on the counter next to his brother.

"yeah?"

"since when?"

"since my girl said i had to." chris shrugs, going back to his phone.

before long, chris' water bottle is covered in stickers from places you and him have visited together, cartoon characters, and just about any other sticker you had. the bottle becomes such a regular part of car videos that even you can't resist cracking a joke or two in the comments about the "girlfriend effect".

᧔ ᧓ matt. . .takes an ego sick day ���🤍🍓

if you didn't know matt sturniolo, you'd think he was simply a shy, quiet guy. which he is, until you get to know him. then the retorts and self compliments spill out of him faster than a waterfall.

"what song would you want to be edited to?"

"hmm... p power, probably."

"who's the best looking?"

"me. though nick is a close second."

"kid, if you're gonna talk out of your fuckin' ass at least turn around so i can hear you better."

when you come into the picture, all that goes away. matt's flustered when you caress his jaw and tell him how handsome he is instead of spouting some nonsense like "thanks for telling me what i already knew."

his ears turn pink at the tips and a soft, slow giggle makes its way from his lips. when nick and chris tease him about it, the only thing he says is "god forbid a man gets a little shy around his girlfriend" rather than some reply about being sex on legs.

you like him this way. you softened him. it's nice to know that underneath the mattitude as his brothers call it, matt really is a big softie.

૮ ོ ོ𑁬 chris. . .changes his mindset 🪩🩰🕰️

chris sturniolo has never considered himself "famous", but there's a specific clip of him that circles the internet every few months that one could argue he's famous for.

"what's your biggest fear?"

"having a girlfriend."

you had to admit that when the video had first come across your tiktok during your early days of dating, you were a bit hesitant. would he really commit to you?

that video is specifically is why matt and nick are shocked when chris hands you a plate of food as you grin up at him, eyes crinkling. "thank you, baby." you hum, seemingly unaware of the eyes on you.

even just the pet name has his brothers staring between the two of you, waiting for chris to mumble some shit like "it's not a big deal. it's just food."

instead, chris kisses your forehead, before sitting down beside you. "you're welcome, my love."

nick practically chokes on a piece of pasta. in his entire almost-twenty two-years of life, he's never heard chris call anyone my love and mean it. you and chris seem oblivious to the obvious shock radiating around the deck outside of the boy's boston home.

you reach over and tuck a curl behind chris' ear, a soft, shy smile appearing on your boyfriend's face. again, there's no "stop" or "not now". this time, matt decides that he has to see if you've just changed chris or if an alien has replaced his younger brother.

"you've got sauce on your face, baby." he croons, using his thumb to wipe the side of his brother's face.

chris bats matt's hand away, glaring. "fuck off."

you giggle, watching the chaos before you. chris is glaring at matt like he wants to kill him and matt's just laughing.

"what happened to 'i'm scared of having a girlfriend'?" matt asks.

"times change," chris grumbles. "besides, my girl isn't a dickhead like you."

"you've done something to him." matt says, pointing his fork at you, but you see the smile on his face.

© chrisfawns

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[guppiechuu]

smoke signals ★ ༄.° l.h.

plug!heeseung x fem!reader

length: 3k

warnings: smut (minors dni), dry humping, drug use (marijuana), kissing, shotgunning smoke, dirty talk

synopsis: rule #1: never fuck your plug. but it’s oh-so hard to remember this rule when your plug is sooo hot and soooo into you.

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ anon requested stoner!heeseung dry humping and as a DH connoisseur I HAD to oblige :)

——

You weren't supposed to be here.

You had one rule. Don't date your plug.

It was too messy. Too close. Too many girls who were angling for the same thing—twirling their hair round their fingers as they asked for favors, dragging their nails down his bicep, adding extra emojis and letters to all their text exchanges.

You didn't want to be part of the entourage that trailed after him, sliding into his lap at parties, stealing the blunt from his lips mid-conversation. Not your style.

The only problem? He didn't seem to care about any of those girls. He had his eyes on one person. You.

Heeseung had started inviting you over to smoke a few months ago. It was innocent enough—a joint and a movie, most of the time. He was generous enough to let you smoke for free, though it wasn't lost on you why he treated you with such glimmering hospitality.

He made it obvious how interested he was.

And you made it obvious that you were not.

At least, that's what you told yourself.

Heeseung's pursuit was admirable, and you liked the way his attention made you feel, but he probably invited all the girls he supplied to over.

Probably flirted with each one the way he did with you, watched them with the same lazy hunger in his eyes that always had you stumbling over your words. What, were you supposed to believe he'd never had a crush on a customer before? He did this with everyone. It wasn't special.

Even if you were the only person he ever rolled up for.

Even if he always let you hit first, eyes locked on the shape of your lips as you inhaled.

Even if he always sat a little too close when the lights were off.

You stuck to your side of the couch. Kept your arms crossed over yourself like it might stop the tension from boiling up every time he moved and you felt him brush against you.

And usually it worked.

Until tonight.

There was something about being there with him, the way he kept stretching out on the couch, finding reasons to brush up against you. Eyes lingering on you as he passed you the joint, fingers bumping yours on purpose.

"You look tired. Long day?"

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way he was staring. “Just work."

"You should relax.” His face was soft and easy, lips curving into that smirk he always wore around you. The one that said all you had to do was push, and he’d give completely. “I could help with that.”

You threw him a sideways glance, hollowing your cheeks as you inhaled. He watched, shifting slightly. He was always doing that—watching your mouth as you smoked, like he was living vicariously through the joints he rolled you.

Maybe that's why he was always so eager to offer them.

"I'm not one of your girls," You retorted, exhaling towards the ceiling.

He tilted his head. Like you were a challenge he was all too willing to take on. “Never said you were.”

"I'm not just gonna slide into your lap," You said, a little too sharply.

Heeseung grinned. "Didn't ask you to."

Silence.

You ignored him, struggling to decide between being annoyed and mildly turned on. His persistence was flattering, you could admit that much.

He just smirked a little, clearly amused at how easily he was getting to you. “You keep saying no, but you always come back."

Your mouth went dry.

Maybe you were just tired. Overworked and a little lonely—making you extra susceptible to his advances. But there was something in the tone of his voice that was making it hard to remember why you had that oh-so important rule in the first place.

"I like your weed," You muttered, trying hard to focus on the movie playing in front of you.

"Mhm." He was smirking. "You like something."

"Give it a rest," You said, throwing him a look. "I don’t fuck plugs.”

He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "Never said anything about sleeping together either. Where's your head at today?"

Your cheeks burned. God, he was so annoying. He knew exactly what he was doing—teasing you into a corner and then pretending like he had no idea how you ended up there.

You turned back to the screen, jaw clenched, trying to ignore the way your body was buzzing.

It was maddening.

"Watch the movie," You said flatly, not meeting his eyes, which were still locked onto you.

"Rather watch you," He answered casually.

"Not gonna happen, Heeseung."

A blissful fog was beginning to creep into your head, softening all the sharp-edged inhibitions that you normally carried. You settled back into the couch, exhaling softly as your head swam, senses dilating.

Heeseung’s cologne wafted around you, sharp and sweet intermingling with the ashy scent of smoke. You felt the heat of his body beside you—several inches closer than he’d been at the start of the movie—and every subtle movement as he shifted in his seat.

He was fidgeting. Messing with the ring on his middle finger, bouncing his leg every now and then. Like he couldn’t focus.

"You're not gonna kiss me," He said flatly, almost like he was confirming it for himself.

"No," You answered. "I'm not."

"Right." He settled back, leaning against the cushions. “That's probably for the best."

You hummed, side-eyeing him. It was almost amusing, how badly he wanted you.

Part of you wondered what might happen if you relaxed just a bit. If you gave an inch, would he take a mile?

"If you did," He continued, casual, his eyes back on the screen. "I'd let you."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, really?"

He took a drag. "I'd let you do anything you wanted." He parted his lips, smoke curling up from his mouth. Then he glanced at you, teasing. "Just thought you should know."

You turned your head, studying him. "Anything?" You asked, voice low, almost amused.

His eyes flicked to you. Quick. Hopeful. “Yeah. Wouldn’t even do anything back. I’d just, like, sit here. Then you wouldn’t be breaking any of your precious rules.”

It was half a joke. Half entirely serious.

You nodded, fingers trailing from your lap to his knee. He stiffened beneath your touch, brow quirking up as you leaned forward.

"Didn't realize you were so obliging to all your customers," You said, sliding your finger up the inseam of his sweatpants, knee to thigh.

He flattened his hands on the couch, throat bobbing as he watched your finger move. "Nah, just the ones I really like," He said breathily.

It was hilarious. Watching his muscles tighten under your touch, like he was trying to contain himself. His hands curled into the cushions beneath him, knuckles going white, and in your hazy state you found yourself wondering for the first time:

How far would he let this go?

"I mean... what if I did want to sit in your lap?" You tested, voice light.

His breath hitched.

"Just to try it," You added, glancing up at him. "Doesn't mean anything."

He took a shaky breath. "Y-yeah. Okay."

You smirked, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "And what if I kissed you? But only because you look kinda hot tonight. Not because I like you."

Heeseung let out a sound from the back of his throat, leaning back from your touch like it hurt. Your stomach flipped in delight at the dazed look in his eyes, the way his tongue kept darting out to wet his lips.

You leaned in even closer, palm flattening on his thigh. "Still just my plug," You whispered.

"Mhm," He answered, eyes on your lips like he wasn’t even listening to what you were saying.

You didn't wait for his permission. He'd already given that up months ago. You’d just always been too reserved to take it, scared that he’d find some way to gain the upper hand. Make you the one who was scrambling to gain back control.

Not this time.

You just shifted onto your knees, one hand on his shoulder as you swung over his lap. Easy. Confident. Like you'd done it a hundred times.

And oh, Heeseung had imagined it a hundred times—how you'd feel on top of him, your body flush against his as you sat yourself down in his lap.

Only, you didn't sit.

You hovered, legs on either side of his, fingers trailing down his chest in a way that made his head fuzzy. He stiffened under you, pupils dark and wide, lip caught between his teeth.

"Still gonna let me do whatever I want?"

His fingers dug into the couch cushions. "Course," He said, chest rising and falling beneath your hands. "I'm all yours."

You flashed a wicked smile, enjoying every second of this. You dropped an inch, pressing just enough for him to feel you through his sweats. He sucked in a breath, hands tensing.

"You're such a mess for me," You teased, fingers ghosting over the side of his neck.

He let out a laugh. "You're really enjoying this, huh?"

"Just a little."

He straightened, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes. “We don’t even have to fuck.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“I won’t even touch you.”

“Really? Thank god.”

He growled, eyes on your lips like he wanted to devour them. “You get off on teasing me?”

Your eyes glinted. “I don’t get off on you at all. That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

You really thought you'd won. That you had him right where you wanted—Lee Heeseung, everybody's favorite plug, king of nonchalance—squirming under you, begging for just a taste.

Until he put his hands on your hips, his voice darkening.

"Sit," He said seriously. "All the way."

You flushed. "I thought you weren’t gonna do anything."

"I'm not. I'm telling you to."

You lowered the rest of the way, biting down on a sound in the back of your throat as you felt him dig into you. Already hard.

Heeseung’s body was humming. He'd been hard since he opened the door. Waiting to get you in this position all damn night. He groaned, digging his fingers into your waist.

"Wearing this fucking skirt, teasing me like you're the one in control. You're smoking my weed, aren't you?"

You flushed, head spinning at the pressure of him between your legs as you nodded.

"And you want more of it, don't you?"

You nodded again, trying not to squirm. He was pressed so deliciously against you, straining against the fabric of his sweats.

He grabbed the second joint he'd rolled from the table, tucking it between his lips and lighting it. "Then come get it," He challenged.

You glared at him, the heat rising to your cheeks. "You’re—"

"What?" He leaned forward, his hands sliding up your back. His chin brushed against your chest as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and red. “You climbed on top of me, remember? All I did was sit here."

When you didn't budge, he shrugged and sat back. "Stay there then," He said, drawing another cloud into his mouth. "Makes no difference to me."

You protested, folding your arms. "And watch you smoke the whole thing yourself?"

"Sure. Unless you're ready to admit what you want."

"I want the weed."

He hummed, blowing the smoke in a stream against your skin. His breath tickled your chest, sending goosebumps rising across your arms. "That all?"

You had half a mind to climb off him, to remove yourself from the situation before things reached the point of no return, when Heeseung looked up at you and asked,

"Ever tried shotgunning?"

Your eyes widened. "No."

He didn't wait for an answer. He inhaled again and leaned forward, his mouth ghosting over yours as he exhaled the smoke into your lungs, breath tickling your bottom lip.

You gasped, startled by the closeness, and inadvertently drew the smoke into your lungs.

He watched as you swallowed it, eyes glinting.

"Good girl," He said, exhaling the rest away from you.

Your stomach clenched. He might not have thought twice about the comment, but it sent a jolt of desire shooting through your stomach. You squirmed in his lap, desire welling between your legs.

"You liked that?" He asked, glancing up at you as you shifted on top of him. "Come here.”

He did it again, pulling you down on him as he breathed into your open mouth, hands firm on your waist. You swallowed the smoke down, chasing the heat of his lips every time he pulled away.

Your head was getting foggier. Thoughts messier. All you could focus on was the feeling of him underneath you. The pressure against you. The way he was pushing you down on his lap, hips curling up to meet yours just slightly. Just enough to make you crave more.

"Your turn," He said, passing you the blunt.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warm. "Still trying to get me to kiss you?"

"Still pretending you don't want to?"

The weed was making him cocky. And bold. It pained you to admit that you liked it.

You took another drag and leaned forward, smoke hitting his bottom lip as you exhaled softly.

"I don't kiss dealers," You murmured, watching the vapor curl between your faces.

He laughed, breathless, eyes darting down to your mouth. "Right. And you don't sit in their laps either."

You answered by leaning back, drawing another inhale of smoke into your lungs. He watched, breathing hard, like the effort of keeping still was taking all his strength.

He brought a hand up to your face as you blew out, dragging his thumb against your lower lip to open your mouth. Smoke spilled out from behind your teeth, drifting to the ceiling.

“Love watching you smoke,” He murmured, eyes locked onto your lips like he was entranced. “Love your mouth. The way you move your lips. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

You laughed lightly, pushing his hand away. “You use that one on all the girls?”

He nodded lazily, eyes locked on your lips. “Only the ones I really really like.”

Your stomach clenched. This time, when you leaned in with a mouthful of smoke, you pressed your lips fully onto his, breathing smoke into his lungs as his lips parted beneath you.

He swallowed, groaning as you opened your mouth against his. The sound made your head spin.

Your chest flattened against his as you leaned in, hips curling against his. His hands flew to your waist, a stuttered moan climbing up the back of his throat as you began grinding against him.

"Fuck, keep doing that," He hissed, glancing down between your bodies to watch as your hips dragged against him.

You couldn’t help it—you moaned, body flushed with the mix of weed and Heeseung's bulge pressing right between your folds. Your underwear was so wet, you might as well have not been wearing any.

Heeseung didn't seem to care that you were leaking all over him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto him harder, bucking up slightly as your cunt dragged over his hard-on.

His head tilted back. "Shit," He moaned, lips parting open. “Fuck, you gotta let me inside you. Y/n—“

You silenced him by kissing him again—no smoke, no excuse. Just your tongue sliding over his as you ground your cunt against his dick, body tensed with craving.

Soon, this wouldn’t be enough. Soon, you’d start wanting more. You knew it. He knew it. It was only a matter of time.

“We’re not fucking,” Heeseung insisted, lip caught between his teeth as he rolled his hips into yours.

He was on top of you now, pressing you into his couch like he was trying to get inside you without removing a single article of clothing.

You kept a tight grip on the fabric of his hoodie, knuckles white. “No, we’re not. And we’re not ever going to be,” You reminded him, unable to keep your head from falling back as the bulge in his sweatpants pressed right up against your throbbing cunt.

He growled, head dropping against his chest as his thrusts grew more frantic. Your stomach tightened into a coil of burning nerves, your thighs aching where they were clenched around his hips.

“Hmhh— fuck,” Heeseung whispered, as if he didn’t want you to know how much he was enjoying it. Like he was scared you’d tell him to stop if you did.

“Don’t stop,” You said, voice low with warning.

You’d taken things this far. No way you were walking out of his place empty-handed.

He whimpered, body flush against yours as he rubbed his dick against your pussy, marveling at the way you’d soaked the entire front of his sweatpants.

“Gonna make you cum,” He gritted out. Determined. “Gonna make you wish you’d wanted this sooner.”

“Don’t push it,” You answered, gasping as he leaned back, grabbing your hips and dragging you roughly up against his cock.

“Gonna make you beg for it,” He rambled, jutting his hips against yours sloppily, like he was a second away from the edge.

“Heeseung—“

“Fuck, you’re so bad.” He whined, ignoring your stuttered gasps. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, but you never let me. Still aren’t letting me. Why won’t you let me fuck you, y/n? Wanna make you feel good.”

You moaned, rolling your hips in his hands to chase the friction of his bulge wedged between your folds.

“Yeah, you feel good right now, don’t you? I’ll show you. You’re gonna come back begging for more.”

“Heeseung,” You cried, grabbing the back of his couch as your muscles tightened. Your legs began to tremble, your breaths growing short and harsh.

“Fuck—just like that. You want it bad, don’t you? God, you’re gonna be the first girl who’s ever made me cum in my fucking pants.”

You stuttered against him, tossing your head back as your pussy clenched painfully around nothing. He rammed his hips into yours, groaning as his cock twitched beneath his sweats.

He moaned, pressing a few last exhausted thrusts against you as he collapsed over you.

His breath was hot against your neck, chest heaving as he dug his fingers into the couch below you.

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, his eyes blown, cheeks flushed. You stared back, head spinning, brain struggling to catch up with what had just happened.

“So… about that rule…”

“Shut up, Heeseung.”

[moondustbaby]

Made For Me

blue collar!Rafe x sahm!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

cw: lactation kink, big boobie appreciation, soft dominance, postpartum body comfort, oral (f. receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected piv

mdni 18+

summary: Rafe comes home from work to find you tired and leaking through your nursing bra—but all he sees is how beautiful you are. With gentle hands and loving words, he shows you just how much he adores every part of you, especially the ones you feel most insecure about.

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You’re folding laundry in nothing but your robe, half-open because it doesn’t quite fit your chest anymore. One side of your nursing bra is unclipped, and you keep forgetting to fix it—too tired, too distracted. You barely even notice the way milk slowly dampens the cup of your bra.

But Rafe notices.

He notices everything.

You hear his boots on the hardwood before you see him, the door creaking open as he walks in from work, cheeks flushed from the heat, Carhartt shirt sticking to his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he calls, eyes landing on you—and then his voice dips, goes all honeyed and low. “Damn.”

You glance up, flustered. “What?”

He drops his tool bag in the mudroom and walks in slow, his eyes locked on your chest like he hasn’t seen you in days, not just eight hours. “You know what that robe does to me,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek, then down your neck. “S’like you’re beggin’ me to come home and ruin you.”

You roll your eyes, but your body reacts anyway—hot under his gaze. “I didn’t even notice it was falling open.”

He runs a thumb gently under the edge of your bra, where the fabric’s gone damp. “Yeah, you did.” His voice drops to a whisper. “You’re leakin’, baby.”

Your cheeks flush. “I know. I meant to go pump after I finished—”

Rafe pulls the robe open the rest of the way. “Nah. Don’t pump.”

You blink, heart skipping. “Rafe—”

“Lemme have it.”

The way he says it—like it’s a craving, a need, not a request—makes your knees weak. He drops to his knees in front of you, big hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the robe off your shoulders so you’re bare from the waist up, swollen and sensitive and too full.

He looks up at you like you’re the sun. “These tits…” He groans softly. “Fuck, baby. Look at you.”

Your arms twitch like you should cover yourself, but he gently pushes them down.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, thumb brushing the underside of one heavy breast. “They’re so fuckin’ perfect. So big. Full. Made for me.”

You let out a shaky breath. “They make me look huge.”

“They make you look like a woman who carried my baby and feeds him with these pretty tits.” His voice is rough now. “You don’t look huge. You look hot.”

You whimper when he kisses the side of your breast, mouth warm and open. He flicks his tongue over your nipple, licking up a little spill of milk that escapes, and groans low in his throat like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“God, baby,” he pants. “You know what this does to me.”

Your knees buckle, and Rafe guides you to the couch. He lays you back, mouth never leaving your chest. He palms your breasts, heavy and tender in his hands, then wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks.

Hard.

You gasp. “Rafe—”

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, mouth still on you, hand sliding between your legs to tug your panties down. “You just sit there and let me taste what’s mine.”

You’re so wet you can feel the air on your thighs when he spreads them. He slides two fingers through your folds, then sinks one in slow, just to tease.

“Already so fuckin’ wet down here,” he murmurs, kissing a wet trail across your chest. “So good for me.”

You arch under him when his fingers start moving—slow, firm, curling just right. But it’s the way he keeps suckling your breast, switching sides every few minutes, moaning every time he gets another rush of milk, that makes your eyes roll back.

“Rafe,” you pant. “That feels—oh my god—”

“I could stay right here all night,” he mutters, dazed with it. “My perfect girl, all swollen and drippin’ for me. Tastes so sweet, baby. Bet you’re just as sweet down here too.”

He trails kisses down your stomach, then licks a stripe between your legs before you can even form words. You jolt, fingers sinking into his hair.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says, like it’s sacred. “You do so much, baby. Always takin’ care of everyone. Lemme take care of you now.”

He eats you like he means it—slow, reverent, with just enough filth to make you cry out. He never stops touching your breasts, even as he licks and sucks your clit, his hands full of you, massaging and squeezing and occasionally dropping back to your nipples for another taste.

Your thighs are shaking. “I’m gonna—Rafe, I’m—”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls. “Come on, babygirl. Give it to me.”

You come with a choked moan, trembling all over, his name tumbling from your lips as he licks you through it. He pulls away only to crawl up your body, kissing every inch as he goes. You can feel him hard against your thigh, straining in his jeans.

“Take it out,” you whisper, still dazed. “Wanna see you.”

He does—slowly, like a reward. His cock springs free, flushed and dripping. He watches your eyes go wide and grins, settling between your legs, stroking himself while cupping one breast again.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My pretty girl. My perfect mama.”

You reach up to touch him, but he pins your wrist to the couch cushion. “No, baby. Not this time. You just lay there and take it.”

You whimper, legs falling open for him. “Please, Rafe—”

He lines himself up and pushes in—slow, deep, like he’s savoring every second. You both moan at the stretch, the way your body gives so easily for him.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re always so tight for me. So wet.”

He sets a steady pace, hips rolling while he bends down to kiss your breasts again, licking away more milk as it leaks from you, moaning like he’s drunk on it.

“You were made for this,” he pants. “Made to be mine. Made to carry our baby.”

Your whole body is burning—overstimulated, full, loved so deeply you could cry.

“Ray—oh my god—”

“Shhh, I got you.” He holds your leg up, angling deeper. “Gonna come with me, sweetheart? Gonna give it to me again?”

You nod, nails digging into his back. “Yes—yes—”

He groans your name, slamming into you harder, then stills as you both come—him spilling inside you, face buried in your neck, you shaking from the intensity.

Afterward, he kisses your chest one more time, softly now. “Still worried they make you look big?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Not when you talk to them like that.”

He grins, hands still full of you. “Can’t help it. These titties are heaven.”

a/n: this one goes out to the girlies with big boobies who just wanna feel hot, soft, and so loved—because Rafe sees those big tits and thinks: jackpot. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope it makes you feel as adored and worshipped as you deserve 🫶🏻

♥️ lani

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[avadaniels]

Everything I did for this episode was inspired by and dedicated to these two people standing on this stage beside me. A year ago, we were broken, drunk, and defeated. Today, we stand triumphant, glorious!

Game Changer 6x03 "Sam Says 3" | 7x01 "One Year Later"

[circe69]

“my fuckin’ pussy” simon says as he’s pounding you in a mating press. your heel-clad feet are hung over his burly shoulders, flopping with every thrust.

“mmmn, yer fuckin” pussy” you slurred back.

“oh my, we’ve gotta talker, doing a little repeat after me? fuckin’ simon says, huh?”

he’s such a tease.

[yuwuta]

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”