#How to Win a Staring Contest

[thatsbelievable]

[tom-is-online]

toya and mafuyu... staring at each other

Ma theres some weird ass cats outside

[ghostieblotts]

Okay @dr-docktor @szollibisz @smytherines thank you so much for being interested I wasn't expecting this fdkhghkks

So the reason I originally said "context it's in makes this kinda comical to say tbh" is because the au I was thinking of is in fact a My Little Pony au which I have been thinking about a lot over the past few days. (I am cringe and I am free.) Typical thing of me starting off making something just meant to be a silly quick exercise and getting completely side-tracked and taking some smaller/more specific things way too seriously.

I think I'm going to make a separate longer post now to talk about some of my ideas in more detail which you will be able to check out if you're interested, but the kinda tl;dr of the idea I'd had is this: if Curt is a pegasus in the au (which is a bit of a big 'if' - I have some fun ideas relating to it but they also require some pretty significant logistical wrangling in order to get them to work properly in a way that makes sense to me - I've also thought about the alternative of him being a unicorn), the Torture Tango presents an opportunity for Owen to specifically target Curt's wings - and if he really wanted to, he could probably do some permanent damage. And there are reasons not to have him do so (relating to the aforementioned logistical wrangling as well as things like when I would want certain pieces of information to be revealed in a hypothetical show format, whether this is too close to blowing Owen's cover, whether it properly works for/makes sense in the scene, and also whether it goes too far past a line that I don't know if Owen crosses in the show) but also. The possibility is there.

[ichore]

Pls pls tell me, satoru's favorite places to kiss you + your favorite places to kiss you? And what are his favorite things about you, it can be both physical and emotional 🤍

the nsfw answer is definitely between my thighs aaahssfghhkl

the sfw answer for his favorite place to kiss me is on my temple ♡ sweetest man always leaves a peck there before going to work, or presses his lips against it while hugging me.

for me, I love to have my lips against his jawline - especially in the morning before he shaves, Satoru with a stubble is just ah 💖

He absolutely adores my eyes; he loves how sometimes it appears more blue-ish and other times a more brown-ish green. He often gets lost in them, fixating on the freckles in my irises. And his other favorite thing about me is that I have a sweet tooth just like him, which means there's always snacks at home.

[beloveds-embrace]

Part two of the Lavender Marriage au! Considered adding smut to this but I chickened out lmao if the ending is abrupt it’s because of that 🙂‍↕️

The four men are fuming.

Since witnessing the lip-lock battle, they’ve been stewing in barely-contained anger. Every time they see you- on your porch in one of those sweet sundresses, humming to yourself as you water the flower boxes or hand them freshly-baked cookies- they’re consumed by a burning desire to tell you the “truth” about your cheating husband. But the ring on your finger, and your seemingly cheerful demeanor, stop them every time.

Still, they’re restless. It’s wrong to let you live in ignorance like this. But also, it’s not their business even if they want it- even if they want you. The thought of ruining your cozy life, despite your husband’s unfaithfulness, isn’t an easy one to swallow.

It becomes easier to think of admitting it all to you with each passing day, though.

“He’s walking around like he’s done nothing wrong! The bastard. How does she not see it?” Kyle grumbles, gesturing wildly with his tea mug. He grits his teeth, watching your husband saunter inside the house without offering to help you. He just puts down a plate of steak Kyle knows is too fucking cooked. Heathen. Bastard. Ughhh.

“She’s either blind or loyal to a fault,” Johnny agrees, sprawled out on the couch, looking far more despondent than usual. “Breaks ma bloody heart, lads. She’s makin’ us lemonade an’ cookies, an’ he’s aff canoodlin’ wiith some bloke under her roof.”

Simon grunts, his eyes narrowing as he joins Kyle’s side. “What kind of man cheats on her? She’s…” He trails off, unwilling to finish the sentence, but everyone knows what he means: She’s perfect.

Meanwhile, John leans back in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on a cigar. He’s been unusually quiet, though it’s clear he’s just as agitated, fist clenching on his lap. Finally, he speaks, his tone commanding.

“We wait until he leaves,” he says, much to the others’ dismay. “We don’t meddle now. If she finds out on her own, we’ll be there for her. Until then, we keep our mouths shut.”

The others grumble, but they nod in agreement. For now.

You, meanwhile, are oblivious to the internal warfare raging next door. Your days are filled with your usual routine of pretending to be the dutiful wife, gossiping with the neighborhood ladies, sweetly cooing about your hardworking husband, and pretending you don’t know they will gosspi about you after you leave. On the way, you also deliver a basket of homemade muffins to your handsome neighbors.

Such good men; they didn’t even yet know they were your little kitchen rats to taste-test everything you make for the annual baking contest. This year, that bitch Beatrice will not win and you swore it.

“Oh, these look incredible,” Johnny says when you hand over the basket. He flashes you a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back, cheeks warm. “Y’know, if yer husband does not appreciate all this, I might just have ta steal ye away, lass.”

You laugh, waving off the comment as a joke, but the other three men go rigid. “Not the time, mate.” Kyle mutters, elbowing Johnny, though you really don’t notice. Their house is coming along so nicely and so fast; the perks of having handy men as its owners, you suppose.

Later that day, while you’re trimming the hedges of your precious little garden , you spot Simon working on their roof. You catch him staring at you- not that you blame him, you are wearing your one of cutest skirt and top- and you give him a small wave. He almost falls off the roof even if he does wave back, so you decide to just focus on the damned hedges and hopefully avoid any more incidents.

They’re so distracted by your lovely self that they almost forget their rage toward your husband. Almost. Because just as Price and Johnny are helping you carry bags of groceries back to your house, your husband- traitorous bastard- walks out of the house all patient and whistling.

“Be back soon, honey! You know how long my business trips take.” your husband calls over his shoulder, giving you a quick wink before he hops into a car and drives off.

Unbelievable.

The tension is palpable. John glares. Johnny looks like he’s seconds from sprinting after the car. Simon mutters, “Unbelievable,” under his breath from where he and Kyle are watching from the window.

“Oh dear,” you sigh, though on the inside you are very happy. You know your husband’s boyfriend has a nice surprise picked for him- you helped get it, after all- and now you have the house all to yourself again. Perfect.

You turn to John, batting your lashes up at him and it is as if all his anger melts away. “Be my guests this evening, John? I’d be terribly lonely, all by myself in this big house.”

John really, truly, fucking hates your husband for doing this to a precious, lovely thing like you. But at least it means they’ll be the ones in your company.

“Alright, doll,” he nods, fond as he watches the grin stretch across your face. “Let me just go tell the muppets, then we’ll come by and help.”

“There’s no need-“

“I insist, sweetheart.”

That evening, as promised, the four of them come by to “keep you company” and help. You’re in your element, flitting around the kitchen in an apron as you serve drinks and chatter away, oblivious to the tension radiating from the group. You are practically glowing; your pretty flowers were complimented and the food looks so good you can’t wait to post it on your instagram.

Simon leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring daggers into the walls- into the portraits of you and your husband. Kyle is poking at one of the cookies you made like it’s done something to offend him, his mind adrift. Johnny’s chopping away at vegetables, muttering under his breath and wishing it was something else under his knife. And John? He’s nursing his whiskey like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. It might as well be. You talk so nicely about your husband and what he’s customized for you in the kitchen, still so unaware of the truth.

John contemplates just telling you right then and there, but then it happens.

The front door swings open, and in strolls your husband, laughing loudly with none other than his boyfriend- the one the group saw kissing. They’re holding hands, both grinning like idiots.

“Sorry we’re back so soon!” your husband calls out, completely unbothered by the fact that your house is now hosting four very large, very angry military men. “I forgot my wallet-”

The rest of his sentence dies in his throat when he notices the four men staring at him, expressions ranging from pure disbelief to murderous rage. His boyfriend freezes too, glancing nervously between you and the men like he’s walked into a firing squad.

“What the bloody hell is this?” Johnny practically shouts, pointing between the two men with the knife. “You’ve got the audacity to bring him here? Here?”

Kyle crushes the cookie when he slams his fist on the table, standing abruptly. “Under her roof? After all she’s done for you? Again?”

Simon doesn’t say a word because he truly doesn’t need to- he’s just staring, fists clenched, practically vibrating with barely-contained fury.

John finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous, pulling your surprised self against his side protectively. “You’ve got some confessing to do.”

Your husband just… blinks, then glances at you. “Wait, you didn’t tell them?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t think it would come up like this.”

“Tell us what?” John demands, his tone sharp. He is still glaring at your husband and the boyfriend

You wave your hand dismissively, like this is the most normal thing in the world with a soft sigh. “Oh, we’re not really married for love, John. It’s just for the benefits- y’know, keeping his parents off his back and mine off mine.”

The room falls silent. Dead silent.

“What?” Simon finally growls, his voice low and dangerous. All this time…

Your husband grins sheepishly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Yeah, I’m gay. This is my boyfriend. He’s great, isn’t he?” He says, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek.

Johnny looks like he’s just been hit with the frying pan the vegetables he’d been chopping was meant to go in. “Yer what?”

Kyle stares at you, wide-eyed. “You knew? This whole time?”

You shrug, popping a cookie into your mouth. Ohh, Beatrice should count her fucking days. “Of course I knew. We planned the whole thing together. It’s not that complicated, really.”

Simon mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

“Anyways, we do have places to be,” your husband sighs. “I’ll just get my wallet and leave you all be to your date.” When he returns with his wallet a few minutes later, he kisses your forehead. “Bye, love. I snuck some of the cookies too- Beatrice is absolutely not winning this year, trust me.” And then he leaves at last.

John exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let me get this straight,” he says slowly. “You’re married but it’s just… out of necessity, and you’ve just been… pretending to love him?”

“Exactly!” you say brightly, clapping your hands together. “See? Not so hard to understand.”

The four men just stand there, utterly gobsmacked.

“You mean to tell me,” Johnny starts, pointing an accusatory finger at you after placing the knife down. “that we’ve been stewin’ for weeks over a cheatin’ husband that doesn’t even exist?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” you reply with a giggle, pouring a drink. Your eyes widen then. “But you cannot tell anyone here, in this shitty town, about this!”

“We won’t, love, promise.” Kyle groans, slumping back into his chair. “I need a bloody drink.” And then he perks up when you slide him the drink you just made. “…fucking lifesaver you are, love. Thank you.”

Simon just shakes his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.” under his breath.

John sighs, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go. “You’re going to be the death of us, doll.”

You grin, completely unfazed. “Oh, come on, boys. It’s not that bad.”

The four of them exchange a look- one of disbelief, exasperation, and maybe just a hint of relief. Because as much as they’re reeling from the truth, one thing’s clear: you’re technically single. And that, at least, is something they can work with.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Pt. 1

Your obsession with the four men kept growing inside you and two days later, you found yourself once again close to the surface. It was easy to spot them, the water around you and them was deserted otherwise. Well, at least if you didn’t count the fish and other sea creatures.

Always keeping out of sight, you watched as they enjoyed their time in the water. Whether they were swimming, diving, snorkeling or just playing around, you stayed nearby. One on hand, you wanted to keep them safe. The sea was dangerous, you knew that firsthand, having to fight against bigger predators daily. But…there was something pulling you to them as well. When you first saw them, you were scared. After all, every time you met humans before, they tried to take you. Wrapped their hands around you, sometimes even used nets. But you always got away somehow.

“Oi! Johnny! Come back here!” You peeked out from behind the rock you were using to hide and saw one of the men on a floating thingy, slowly drifting out to sea. He was fast asleep, not realizing how far off he had gotten. Suddenly, your heart started to beat faster as you realized that he began to drift out to an area that was known for its strong currents.

Not thinking, you dove under the water and swam to him as quickly as you could. By the time you reached him, he seemed to have woken up, but he had also been caught by a current. Although he wasn’t threshing around, you could sense the panic boiling inside him.

You breached the surface right next to him and could immediately hear the others yelling at him to stay calm. But when the man caught the movement next to him and saw you, he shrieked and tumbled off the weird thing. The moment, he hit the water, he was pulled away by the current. You quickly grabbed him under his arms and pulled him back up, using your fin to keep you both afloat. “Wha-” He sputtered, looking at you with wide eyes.

You looked right back, still holding him, before motioning for him to hold his breath. The moment he did, you dove back under and pulled him along, using the strength of your fin to navigate the both of you out of the current and back towards the beach, where the others were still waiting.

As soon as it was shallow enough, you let go of the man and turned around, about to swim away, when someone else called out. “Wait!” You hesitated, glancing back to see an older man with a beard, slowly walking toward you. His hands were raised and you quickly realized that he was the man that freed you. When he noticed that you weren’t about to bolt away, he lowered his hands again and smiled at you so sweetly. “Thank you. For saving that idiot.” He pointed to the still gasping individual, who, even though he looked as if he had just swam an atlantisthon, still managed to grin at you and send you a wink. “Aye, thank you bonnie.”

You were quickly joined by the other two, but the one that spoke first, made sure they didn’t get too close, so they wouldn’t spook you. “Do you…Can you understand us?” You slowly nodded, and the man chuckled, looking at you with sparkling eyes. “That’s good. My name’s John. These are Johnny, Simon, and Kyle.” You took all of them in. They looked like warriors, well built and covered in scars - some more than others - but they also looked so…nice. Not something you ever thought of the mer-warriors. Quietly, almost too quiet, you whispered your own name back, your voice breaking, not used to you speaking. The man repeated it just as quietly, almost as if trying how it sounded from his lips and you couldn’t help but smile at all of them.

And so, an unlikely friendship began. Every day, you would join them on the beach, show them tricks, win breath-holding contests and play with them. At some point, late at night, you found yourself sitting in the shallow water with the silent one of the group. Both of you so still, that fish had started to swim around you. With a smile, you started to play with it, not noticing Simon staring at you. “You’re beautiful.” Wide-eyed, you turned to look at him, surprised to see him smiling softly at you. Your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say, but he just leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, before getting to his feet and trudging back to the building on the beach. “See you tomorrow.”

The next day, you noticed them growing more affectionate. Their touches more intent and lingering for longer. Their bodies were suddenly much closer to yours and their eyes were constantly on you. But when John gently cupped your face while the others were getting food from inside, you pulled back, fear in your eyes. He looked surprised, stunned, and confused. “I-I’m sorry if that was too much. I promise I would never do anything without your permission.” Your chest heaved as you breathed quickly, fear clawing at your heart. “W-When humans kiss us…we…we become human too.” John’s eyes widened and he stumbled back, stuttering further apologies, but you just turned around and swam away, still scared. But at the same time, there was a small voice in the back of your head, asking if it truly would be so bad to be a human. To be with them.

Pt. 3

A/N: Still inspired by @beloveds-embrace. I love you!!

@totalapathy @soniiyi @littleindulgences @terrifiedanimegirl @harmonysonata @dotmistbird @z-wantstowrite @small-mean-dwarf @kthehoeforfictionalmen @limeleag

[raveninfog]

The Assassin's touch: (21+ Edition)

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Warnings:

୨ৎ NSFW content (smutty themes, explicit language)

୨ৎ Fluff & affectionate chaos

୨ৎ Weaponized resting bitch face (Damian edition)

A/n: AgedUp!Damian time! Bruce is up next. Please repost and follow me lovies xoxoxo

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Damian is a “quiet presence” kind of boyfriend — just sitting next to you in silence while reading is his love language.

He’s the type to send you a photo of himself on patrol with a caption like, “Tell me I look intimidating.”

He sometimes sketches you in his notebook, but hides it like his life depends on it.

Damian acts like hand-holding is “no big deal,” but secretly loves it because it makes him feel grounded.

will definitely teach you self-defense — but complains if you don’t get it perfect.

Damian secretly loves it when you wear his shirts, but he’ll roll his eyes and say, “I’ll invoice you for that later.”

Absolutely has the worst resting bitch face known to mankind

If you fall asleep on him, he’ll stay frozen — no way he’s waking you up, no matter how uncomfortable he gets.

Damian always wins “silent staring contests” with you, but when you laugh, he smirks like he planned it.

Damian’s inflexible pride makes it impossible to admit when he’s wrong, but when it’s you? He’ll mutter, “Fine. I was… mistaken.”

will call you “beloved” in the most serious, unshakable tone — like it’s an oath

If you’re mad at him, he’ll just cross his arms and say, “Are you done? Or do you need a moment to calm your fragile ego?” which makes things worse (oh well, you'll max out his credit card and hide his katanas as payback)

Damian doesn’t goof around like Dick — his humor is dry, biting, and often leaves you laughing after realizing he wasn’t even trying to be funny.

always walks on the outside of the sidewalk — protective instinct.

Definitely calls you Arab nicknames like “ya roohi (my soul)”, “habibti (my beloved)”, “ya qalbi (my heart).”

Damian isn’t overly loud in bed, but the quiet groans and low curses he lets out when he’s close are devastating.

If you’ve been bratty? Oh, he’s going to make you wait. He’ll tease with slow, shallow thrusts, smirking, “What’s wrong? I thought you liked being in control.”

Assassin training gave him endurance for days. One round isn’t enough. He’ll push you until you’re completely spent, murmuring, “I’m not done. One more.”

Damian loves pushing you past your breaking point. He’ll edge you until you’re sobbing, whispering: “Beg louder. I want to hear it. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

Damian doesn’t shy away from talking dirty. “Look at you, dripping all over my cock. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you?”

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[nonasuch]

IT IS TIME: Miss Universe National Costume 2023

it's here! the Met Gala for people who actually understand what camp is!

yes I'm like 3 months late, but I sat down and watched the damn thing. I put up with the horrible little rhyming couplets for each contestant so you don't have to. and without further ado:

Albania: Starting off very Victoria’s Secret this year! Apparently it’s gold for important symbolism reasons, not just because everything in this competition is blinged out to within an inch of its life. The wings do look nice in motion!

Angola has a good balance of bling, actual cultural dress, and oh hey it has surprise bonus art on the back! That will be a theme this year.

Argentina: Why is there a guy in a hat right down at the bottom edge of her cape. He looks like he’s staring at her butt. How does this represent their flag.

Aruba: This is fine. I like the coral. She thinks climate change is bad. Her parrot is clearly way too heavy to hold up and it wobbles like crazy in motion.

Australia: This is now multiple years in a row that Australia has just worn a fucking prom dress. It’s got native wildflowers on. You could have made this exact same dress with a Great Barrier Reef theme and I would have liked it 80% more.

Bahamas: This costume is allegedly based on a 19th-century doll from the Bahamas “world famous straw market,” which is already bullshit; I googled “bahamas straw market antique doll” and like. they both have big skirts? I guess? Anyway now I’m too distracted by the way she has a hoop skirt awkwardly jammed under there and hiked up on one side. Minus ten for poor construction.

Bahrain's theme is “Bahrain’s pearl heritage,” which like. I guess? The headdress and yoke are pretty. Put more pearls on the actual outfit. Kudos for getting to wear pants.

Belgium: Girl. No. Why is your theme “Latin dance” and why are you wearing a spangly cocktail dress with a totally unrelated piece of fabric fluttering behind it? (Apparently the fabric was designed by a member of Belgium’s royal family? Who is a fashion designer? This is what nepotism gets you.)

Bolivia saw Aruba’s parrot and was like, I can do that better. And she was right! It’s way less wobbly and the costume as a whole does work better. Also made from recycled materials, so we’ll see if that’s a theme again this year. The back of the cape is nice too.

Sadly, Bolivia's parrot supremacy was short-lived, because Brazil was like, bitch please. I see your sad little parrots and raise you FOUR giant parrots, and also the shoulder parrots are articulated and can turn their heads back and forth. I think Brazil wins the parrot competition that only she knew she was in.

[r0-boat]

He actually did it...

Whb!Asmodeus x Gn!Reader

Cw: dubcon ,Asmodeus calling himself your husband, He is a little delusional right now, Regardless of readers gender a lot of breeding and pregnancy talk so beware, primal, Not omegaverse but some terminology

Happy Destroy Dick December here's some Asmodeus appetizer for your main course of Lucifer later

Ayo!!! And Thank you too @da-shrimping-station for giving me permission to use your OC Azaruuth as a cameo!!

"Darling, when there's something I want I do everything in my power to obtain it." His words echo in your mind as you see the results of the no nut November challenge, Your eyes white and as they displayed his picture on the screen of the pub and Gehenna. Every other devil in that bar was just a shocked as you.

The only winner of The 'King only competition of No nut November' was Asmodeus, The devil of Lust, The man who couldn't keep his hand out of his pants for more than a half a second; won.... Your heart sank as the reality of your situation began to sink in.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that a few devils are staring at you—some with a look of horror, others with worry.

You knew why, you were the prize after all...

Whoever wins this challenge will have you for the entirety of December. You would be entirely unavailable for other kings. (Except for emergencies, of course) No interruptions. You would have to stay put by their side, and you would do anything they wish.

Your heart pounded as Sitri and Amy safely escorted you to Abbaddon. Satan could not attend as he was so angry he was destroying half the castle.

Sitri and Amy are trying to talk you down from going along with being the prize, telling you that it wasn't too late... too focused on the possibility of what the king of lust could do to you for a month straight. But rules were rules, and you were the one who made the contest begin. You couldn't back out just because you didn't like the winner.

Once they reached the gates of the Abbaddon Palace, one Red Prison guard stood tall, his back straight, his chin up, radiating pure discipline. What really stood out to you was his one horn, which had two tones of pink matching each color of his mismatched eye. His mouth curved into a gentle smile as those eyes gazed upon you, but that smile quickly died when he saw the two Gehenna devils standing protectively at your side.

"I'll take them from here. Your duty is done." He spoke in a polite yet cold tone. Amy and Sitri get their teeth, But they know that it is best to turn back going any further would Go against the rules, as from this moment on, you are in Abbaddon's care. They didn't even get a chance to say goodbye as the guard tucked their hair behind their ear, fixing certain parts of their shirts. "His Majesty has been waiting for you for quite a while." His seductive person shivers down your spine as he reaches his gloved hand into his pocket with only his eyes, he motions for you to reach your hand out, placing a red key into your palm.

You're not sure how you knew what he wanted.

"Follow me, dear Descendant." You gave them one last look before the palace doors begin to slowly close behind you. You smiled and wave hoping it would ease Amy and Sitri's worries.

As the disciplined guard devil guided you through the halls of the palace, the ponytail of his dark violet hair swaying from side to side. The silence and tension were killing you. You want it to speak up and make some light conversation. But every last word trying to come out of your mouth was choked by the radiating authority from this devil. You've never met him before, but you've heard that he was relatively high-ranking, Not an advisor... But very high ranking. From the way he was dressed, it was obvious what his duty was in Abbaddon.

As Asmodeus's room gets closer you finally did manage to speak up.

"Um, how has Asmo been? I-I haven't seen him since Halloween?" His head was slightly parked up, and he looked back at you. His intense eyes softened again, and he exhaled, giving you a polite yet knowing smile. "You'll see. Don't be impatient."

You couldn't help as your cheeks flushed red from the little scolding you got.

When you see the door to his room, you notice more guards, a blue-shining pentagram glowing and pulsating on the large red doors, and foreign infernal lettering flickering all around the circle. It was like they were keeping their own king prisoner.

He stopped 6 feet away from the door, letting a curious you wonder ahead of him.

"This is as far as I could go. Be good; do as you're told, and his majesty lies beyond the door. Angels and Demons cannot enter or leave... As a human, you are free to open. I think you will quite like what his majesty has prepared for you on the other side." He smiled at you as you turned around to face him. He gets closer again, this time checking the top of your head, brushing away invisible dust or lint. He couldn't help himself sneaking a little kiss on your forehead before turning around and taking his leave. You felt a little bit of heat as your cheeks were dusted pink, raising your hand too brush your fingertips against the area his lips touched.

You brush aside the devil's affection turning back to the door You pulled out the red key preparing to try to find its lock before one of the devils spoke up. "It doesn't doesn't lock Just open it." He said with a cheery smile.

An "oh..." Escaped your lips. "Thank you." You responded with an embarrassed look. You open the door to Asmodeus's private Chambers to a dark room.

The door shuts behind you before another enchantment glows this time a red color on your side, It's magical glow gives you the faintest amount of light for your eyes to adjust to. Your heart was thumping in your chest as if you were in a horror movie as you step forward here the wrestling of metal as you finally hear of familiar voice.

"come closer~" instead of his normal sly seductive tone It was more of a breathy sultry as he almost beckins you further into the dark.

Your hand was shaky as you reach into your back pocket to pull out your phone turning on the flashlight as you take a step forward, and then another until your camera flash finally make something out of the darkness. A red chain attaching itself to the floor It was loose coiled in a pile as if it hadn't been disturbed for a while You followed that chain until you reached its owner.

Asmodeus, bound by several chains, red chains looking like it was made of crystal or ruby with more angelic-looking bindings keeping his arms and legs secured to him, but what stood out to you was the muzzle on his face, the wild look on his eyes, and the chastity belt that you've only seen angels wear, locked snug around him.

They really did kept him prisoner. It was so... Surreal to see hell's crippling narcissist locked up like one of the many people he kept in his prison. But this is probably what he had to do to win, keeping his arms bound to his back and his cock locked so he could never touch himself...

He'd been like this for a month.

And you never knew...

His slit pupils dilated three times their size when he saw you walk closer. He didn't even hide the fact he was drooling for you, saliva dripping from his chin past his muzzle and down to the floor as he tried to close the gap between you and him, only to be stopped by rattling chains. He snarls, hissing in frustration as you stop right in front of him, getting on your knees to eye level.

"You know what to do darling, Open me up and take your prize."

You couldn't say no or disobey since Asmodeus won the contest. The key sat on your palm. A devil king struggling against iron chains, trying all his might to break free to get to you, is doing something to your body, and Asmo was hyper-aware. His last shred of self-restraint, if he had any to begin with, one by one, began to erode. "You smell so good... It's so tight... Want to be inside you.."He thrusts his hips up when your hands draw near his crotch, the key fitting into the lock of the chastity belt.

He tilted his head back. His shaky exhale made it clear how good it felt to finally be free as his cock bobbed and twitched wildly.

"Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me!" His desperate pleas to go straight to your lines as each word becomes less of a request and more of a demand. Part of you wanted to ignore him and just unlock the rest of his bindings, but seeing the mighty king of lust beg for your touch was so rare you had to at least indulge in his request. Asmodeus tried to lean against you pulling as far as the chains could allow him wanting to bury his nose into your shoulder only to feel the cold steel of the muzzle separating the two of you.

His naked body pressed flesh against Your shirt and pants, how he longed to feel your bare skin against his But at this moment, he was not complaining, especially when he felt relief on his cock for the first time in weeks.

You are such a good pet, remembering exactly how he liked it, especially when all he can think about is breeding the first hole in front of him right now.

You kept your rhythm nice and slow despite only barely touching him. His cock was drenched with precum, His balls squeezing and twitching as his cock tried to bob in your hand. With the key in your other hand, you unlock the final two chains, locking his wrists and neck as soon as the trainer on his neck clatters to the floor. You felt a hunger so feral as his hands reached for your wrists, pinning you to the floor at a blinding speed.

Asmodeus straddles you onto the floor, the entire room filled with his aphrodisiac pheromones, sweet and addicting, now so powerful you could no longer ignore it. You couldn't control your hips wiggling in place as he grinds his hips down against you. His wet cock drooled onto your pants.

He nuzzles, or at least tries to nuzzle, into your neck, feeling the cold bars press against him instead of your warm skin. Now that his hands are free, an animalistic snarl rips through his throat. He wasted no time putting two hands on both sides of the muzzle, his chest heaving as he tore the metal and leather apart in one pull.

"mine now...wanna taste you." A long in human tongue slithers out of his mouth licking his lips as he lowers his head.

With his claws and teeth He tears apart any piece of clothing in his way. You knew Asmodeus was a little unhinged before but now he was practically a snarling beast. As much as you are terrified you were incredibly turned on right now.

His intense gaze finally softened when his eyes laid upon your naked body. "Mmh~there you are, Your husband missed you~!"

With nothing else separating you between His heavy cock and and you're very eager dripping hole to your surprise He doesn't stretch you out and fuck you against the ground, instead he mashes his body against you as tight as he could lifting your hips up to grind himself against you. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he mumbled more to himself than to you "Pretty mate, want them to smell like me..."

His tongue dragging up your collarbone before burying his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your natural scent. Your head was spinning as your body felt hot and sensitive. Bucking your hips up to grind back against him Your breaths just as feverish is his.

His teeth grazed and nipped your skin as he presses his hips harder into you. Using His precum and your juices mixing together as he ruts his hips against yours.

"Mine!" Asmodeus growls out.

He thrusts his hips the head of his cock catching against your entrance making your back arch.

"Mine!" He growls out again .

His eyes glazed over as a hand slips between your legs preparing his cock to enter you.

"Gonna fuck you full." He muttered into your shoulder. When he slammed fully inside you, starting at a brutal pace, keeping your body pinned underneath him as he mindlessly fucked you're squeezing walls as if he needed it to survive.

Asmodeus couldn't stop his hips from moving even when he tries to manhandled you onto your stomach before taking you from behind. You felt this hot breath against the back of your neck occasionally; his teeth and tongue would taste your skin. Your legs were shaking trying to ground yourself as much as you could pushing back into him, No matter how hard you try you couldn't keep up with him as he used your body like a fuck toy.

You didn't know what to focus on the sweet scent of the aphrodisiac swirling on the room, the hard and fast slaps of his hips meeting yours, or the heavy breaths and loud moans and whimpers coming from the devil mounting you. Even with his lust drunken state, and his uncalculated animalistic thrusts. You are already close your legs shaking as your walls clamp down and milk him.

"Mate!Mate!Mate!Cumming!Cumming! Hhfa-AAAAH" His growls slur before letting out a loud whail despite orgasming the hardest heve ever done in his immortal Life He still kept his pace fucking his cum deeper.

"So good! So good! Saving up so much .for you! Hmm~All for you! I good male for you, Make sure mate...hah~ full of pups." He rambles his tongue out and panting, His eyes fully glazed over.

You've never heard him speak like this before. If it weren't for the fact that you are being fucked by the rabid beast himself, you would attempt to snap him out of it, You're not sure if you're scared or extremely horny, at the mere fact that you've broken him.

[amya-da-dc]

Not That I’m Keeping Score (Except I Am) - Batboys

Word Count: 2k

Characters: Dick Grayson , Jason Todd , Tim Drake , Damian Wayne , Duke Thomas

req here

Summary: You’ve got a habit of beating your boyfriend at just about everything—sparring, video games, trivia, even rock-paper-scissors. And your boyfriend? Is mostly fine with it.

A/N: Great time to mention that my requests will always be open :) also sorry if this is not what you ment it was like 3am when I wrote this

Dick Grayson

“It’s not flirting if you get your ass kicked every time, Grayson.”

Nightwing was fast.

You were faster.

The sparring mats in the Blüdhaven’s loft were slick with sweat and pride. Dick panted on the floor beneath you, hair stuck to his forehead, wrists pinned above his head with a knee to his chest.

“I let you win,” he wheezed.

You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Sure, baby.”

“I did!”

“You tried to sweep my leg and fell over your own foot.”

“…I meant to do that.”

You leaned down, smug. “Remind me—how many times is this now?”

Dick’s eyes narrowed. “Five. But only because you cheat.”

“How does one cheat in hand-to-hand combat?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Witchcraft. Seduction. Some unholy combination.”

You laughed and rolled off him, flopping to the mat beside him.

“I will beat you,” Dick huffed, arms crossed as he stared at the sparring mat like it had personally betrayed him.

“You said that three weeks ago.”

“I’m biding my time. Waiting for the element of surprise.”

You propped your chin on your hand. “Babe, I beat you in Uno last night. You yelled ‘no mercy’ and then cried when I stacked two Draw Fours.”

Dick sighed. “You’re perfect. And evil. A dangerous combination.”

You booped his nose. “And yet you still asked me out.”

“I love a challenge,” he whispered. Then, he groans, “Ow. My pride.”

“Mmhmm.” You patted his chest as you lay there. “You lose beautifully, though. Ten out of ten for style.”

He followed you, pouting. “Can we at least agree I’m the hotter loser?”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, amused. “You’re not a loser, babe. You’re just consistently… not the winner.”

“That’s literally what losing is—”

You kissed him mid-complaint. He shut up instantly.

When you pulled back, his eyes were slightly dazed.

“…Okay,” he mumbled. “That softened the blow.”

Jason Todd

“Do you know how hard it is to lose to the love of your life and still maintain your dignity?!”

You won the knife-throwing contest.

You won the arm wrestling contest.

You even won the “who can eat more hot wings without crying” contest.

Jason Todd was many things—tough, lethal, incredibly dramatic—but a gracious loser was not one of them.

“I swear on every leather jacket I own,” he said, glaring at the scoreboard you’d drawn on the apartment whiteboard, “this is rigged.”

You smirked from the couch, flipping your knife once before sticking it in the center of a dartboard—dead center.

Jason’s mouth twitched. “Okay. That one was sexy. But I’m still pissed.”

“Still love me?”

He walked over, hands on his hips, then bent down until your faces were inches apart. “Yeah. Because someday, somehow, I am gonna win. And when I do? You’ll never hear the end of it.”

“You already don’t stop talking when you lose, Jay.”

He blinked. “That’s fair.”

You kissed his cheek. “Also, you said you’d buy dinner if I won the last three rounds. Which I did.”

Jason groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Okay beat me in one round of super smash bros and we’ll leave right after.”

About 17 rounds later…

Jason slammed his controller down, eyes wide with disbelief. “THERE IS NO WAY YOU JUST DID THAT.”

You shrugged, sipping your drink like you hadn’t just obliterated him 17 times. “You fell off the edge, easy win.”

He pointed an accusatory finger. “You baited me. You distracted me.”

“You were distracted by the fact I exist. That’s a you problem.”

He scowled, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed. “I’m literally an ex-Robin. Trained by the Bat. I fought my way out of a goddamn grave.”

“And yet,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder, “you lose to me. Again.”

He groaned. “This is emasculating.”

“Want me to go easy on you next time?”

Jason turned his head slowly. “No. I want to beat you fair and square. Just once. Just—one time.”

You kissed his cheek. “Keep dreaming, Red.”

He muttered something about “revenge arcs” and “montage training,” as you both stood to go to your favorite food place.

Tim Drake

“Logically speaking, I should’ve won that. Which means you’re either cheating or a cryptid.”

Tim really, really thought he’d have you at trivia night.

It was Gotham’s nerdiest bar, full of college kids and overcaffeinated grad students. You were up against Team Riddler Fan Club and three different computer science majors.

Tim prepped all week. Flashcards. Study notes. A spreadsheet of past trivia questions organized by theme.

And you? You just showed up. In a hoodie. Sipping your slushie.

You beat him.

You beat everyone.

“Who even knows the capital of Kyrgyzstan off the top of their head?!” Tim cried as you hoisted the novelty trophy over your head.

“Bishkek,” you replied casually, sipping your drink. “Also, you do. Or I thought you did.”

Tim squinted. “You were born for this.”

You shrugged. “I contain multitudes.”

Later, as you walked home hand in hand, Tim kept muttering about the probability of someone remembering three obscure Shakespearean insults and the composer of the DuckTales theme song.

“I just think statistically,” he mumbled, “this should not be happening.”

You bumped his shoulder. “I love you even when you lose.”

Tim pouted. “But I don’t want to lose to you.”

“Too bad,” you grinned as you see a outdoor chess game in a park nearby. “We’ve got a chess game to play.”

And about 15 minutes later…

“HOW,” Tim said, staring at the chessboard like it had just grown teeth.

You leaned your chin on your hand. “You play to predict people. I play to win.”

“I do win—sometimes.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“…Okay, like once. Twice, if we count that time you got distracted and knocked over your bishop.”

“I was sneezing.”

“Still counts,” he said, voice tight with the need to cling to any victory.

You smiled softly, resting a hand over his. “You’re still the smartest guy I know.”

He perked up slightly.

“Just not as smart as me,” you added.

His face fell again.

“…You’re lucky I love you,” he mumbled.

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” you said smugly.

Damian Wayne

“I let you win.”

“You literally tapped out.”

“I was being courteous.”

Damian tried to be mature about it.

Truly, he did.

But the moment your soufflé came out of the oven perfectly risen, golden, and light as air—while his deflated like a dying balloon—something inside him snapped.

“This is clearly sabotage,” he declared, arms crossed as he glared at your victorious pastry. “You tampered with my batter.”

You blinked. “You measured everything with surgical precision.”

“Exactly. Which is why this—” he gestured with righteous fury at his sad little crater of a dessert “—is an insult. To me. To France. To the culinary arts as a concept.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Want to taste mine?”

Damian squinted. “Is this a trap?”

“No, it’s delicious.”

He took a single forkful. Chewed. Scowled deeper. “…It’s adequate.”

“You just took another bite.”

“That is irrelevant.”

You leaned against the counter, smug. “So far I’ve beaten you at fencing, word jumbles, origami, and now French pastry. What next?”

“Nothing,” he snapped. “There is no next. I am invoking a formal ceasefire.”

“A ceasefire?”

“Yes. We are no longer competing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Because I keep winning?”

“No,” he said flatly. “Because I am in love with you and I cannot be in love with a nemesis. It’s emotionally unsustainable.”

You laughed, circling your arms around him. “So I’m your nemesis now?”

“Were,” he said softly. “Past tense.”

You kissed his cheek. “So no rematch, huh?”

Damian’s jaw flexed. “Not in cooking, clearly some chef devils are on your side.”

And thats how you ended up standing across from him, holding your fencing mask nonchalantly.

Damian had been fencing since he could walk.

Swords were an extension of his body. A language he was fluent in. There were few things in life he considered sacred: honor, vengeance, Alfred’s tea — and the sanctity of single combat.

Which is why he was not handling this well.

“You cheated,” he said flatly, chest heaving under his training tunic.

You raised your foil with a graceful shrug. “I won.”

He pulled off his mask, scowling. “You cheated.”

“Explain how.”

“That feint wasn’t in the playbook.”

You tilted your head. “You mean the move where I read your footwork, parried left, and scored the final point?”

“Tt.”

You grinned and walked over to ruffle his hair, which he immediately ducked away from.

“Don’t patronize me,” he muttered.

“I would never,” you said sweetly, tapping your foil against his in a little fencing fist bump. “Besides, you looked kinda hot when you almost stabbed me in the face.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Flattery will not spare you in the rematch.”

“Oh?” You leaned in. “There’s going to be a rematch?”

“There will be several. And I will win them all.”

You stepped closer, voice teasing. “So you do plan to spend the rest of our relationship losing to me repeatedly in increasingly dramatic fashion?”

He crossed his arms, mask dangling from one hand. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re blushing.”

He scoffed. “It’s the adrenaline.”

“Sure it is.”

“…Also, you left your chest guard unbuckled.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?”

“No,” he said smugly, brushing past you. “But now you know how it feels.”

Duke Thomas

“I didn’t lose. I just… didn’t win.”

Duke tried not to let it get to him.

But then you beat him in karaoke.

And a push-up contest.

And Mario Kart.

And yesterday? You solved the Riddler’s encrypted puzzle cube faster than he could unwrap a candy bar.

“I just think you’re secretly a meta,” he said, flopped on your bed with his head dangling off the edge. “Admit it. You’ve got powers. Or sold your soul. Something.”

You walked in holding a popsicle. “Nope. Just better.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know, most girlfriends would let their boyfriends win at least once.”

“That sounds like enabling.”

“That sounds like sabotage.”

You laid beside him, offering the popsicle. “Want the last bite?”

He considered. “Only if I can beat you in something this week.”

You grinned. “Rock-paper-scissors?”

He perked up. “You’re on.”

You both counted down.

You threw scissors.

He threw paper.

Duke blinked. “NO. NO WAY—”

You popped the popsicle in your mouth. “Want to try best two out of three?”

Duke groaned and flopped face-first into the pillow. “Why do I love you?”

You smiled. “Because I’m amazing.”

“…And infuriating.”

“Still amazing, though.”

He sighed. “Yeah. You are…” He sits up and grabs a whiteboard - from where who knows.

He lost…and lost…and lost, almost won that time though.

He pointed at you with a pen. “You are too good at Pictionary. That’s suspicious.”

You were laughing as he paced in front of the whiteboard. “It was a dinosaur with a tiara. What was I supposed to draw?”

“Not a perfect Stegosaurus, apparently. That’s what I was supposed to draw.” He sighed, flopping back onto the couch. “Man. Every time.”

You crawled over, straddling his lap, stealing the pen and booping his nose with it. “You still look cute in defeat.”

“Doesn’t feel cute.”

“I’ll kiss it better.”

He blinked. “What?”

You kissed his cheek. “There. Better?”

“…I don’t remember what I was mad about.” He grins stupidly.

“That’s because I also beat you at emotional manipulation,” you grinned.

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “I am so doomed.”

[tbaluver]

Caught You Staring ꩜ .ᐟ - The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader requested: by anonnie ☕︎ summary: you get distracted from how handsome your boyfriend looks genre: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this was requested a while back and i finally finished this ! i hope you enjoy reading (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ and thank you for beta reading this @ilovemitsuya MWAH (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

you both were at the cafe, grabbing a quick bite while trying to finish the last Wanderer report before you both head back to the building. but honestly, how could you focus on paperwork when he was sitting across from you like that?

his light brown hair looked so soft, you wanted to run your finger through them. and his lips? they were slightly pursed, like he was in deep thought and they would always be so soft whenever you pressed your lips on them. they were just naturally perfect.

and those eyes. his blue eyes. they were like the ocean and every time he blinked, his long lashes fluttered so slowly and softly. you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat every time you were around him, it was ridiculous. but when are you ever normal about your man?

it didn’t take long for him to catch you staring but you were too busy admiring him to notice that those same beautiful blue ocean eyes were staring right back at you. for a good couple of minutes, you both stared at each other until it finally clicked.

your cheeks flushed as you blinked rapidly as if you were trying to reboot your brain. you stammered out an apology as you avoided his gaze, “sorry. i..i-”

“i win,” he says softly.

you blinked, confused. “..what?”

“staring contest,” he explains innocently, “i guess it’s unfair you had a head start so..let’s have a new round.”

Zayne:

most of the time, you two just did your own thing as you two spent time together. he’d occupy himself with a book or flip through patient reports, preparing for his next operation that would be in a couple of days. you did your own tasks but you couldn’t focus on anything he looked like that.

you looked up from whatever you were doing, only to get completely distracted by the way his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, perfectly perched. the way he would occasionally adjust them with those long, slender fingers of his was somehow mesmerizing. you definitely weren’t staring but your eyes just seemed to be glued to him.

the way he was so focused on his work, so intent and serious, was just attractive. his jawline was so sharp, they could cut you and leave marks. the way his brows furrowed in concentration and you couldn’t help but admire how those soft lashes fluttered every time he blinked. and those hazel green eyes of his-

ahem

you didn’t realize it, but you had been staring for a while. so long, in fact he could feel your eyes burning through him as he did his own tasks. “i have a feeling you’re more interested in what i’m doing or perhaps do you need something?” he spoke without looking up.

your cheeks instantly flush. were you staring that long? “sorry i just got distracted..” you mumble as you scramble back to what you were originally doing.

the corners of his lips quirked, closing his book with a soft thud. “i see..” he murmured, adjusting his glasses. “then perhaps you can enlighten me on what was so distracting?”

Rafayel:

thomas had insisted that rafayel should finish his last canvas for the upcoming exhibition and naturally he would procrastinate for as long as he could but with thomas’s relentless nagging, he finally got to work. he begged- insisted that you stay with him for inspiration and support and who were you to turn down that request?

for the past couple of hours rafayel had been silently focused on his canvas, stroking the brush across the surface. meanwhile you stayed out of his way, letting him work in peace. but well, you couldn’t help but look up every now and then. 

he looked good in his white button up shirt, casually unbuttoned to reveal the little mole on his left pec and how his sleeves rolled up just enough to give you a peek of his veins. and those nebula eyes of his were so easy to get lost into.

he seemed to notice this of course but he didn’t bother to say anything though. instead, he lets you stare as long as you want, clearly trying not to let the smirk creep up on his lips. but as minutes passed he couldn’t resist anymore. “if you’re gonna stare cutie, take a picture.”

you blinked rapidly, snapping out of his trance as you scrambled back to what you were doing. your cheeks heated up as you quickly stammered out a quick apology. “sorry i was just..i just wanted to see what you painted so far..”  you knew you were lying and he knew too.

raf, clearly enjoying this, taps the brush innocently against his chin. “yeah? don’t liars get set on fire or something? should i light you on fire or..” he teases, giving you a playful grin.

you rolled your eyes, playfully huffing before walking around him, stepping closer to the canvas. “wait no-!” the teasing tone gone immediately as his hands flail to cover the canvas away from you. but it was already too late, your eyes landing on the canvas to find it..exactly as the same as before. no progress.

“raf..” you said flatly. “were you not painting at all?”

he gave an exaggerated hmph, crossing his arms as he turned away. “i can’t focus when you’re staring at me like i’m some kind of bait!”

Sylus:

you two sat beside each other in comfortable silence. he was cleaning one of his vintage guns while you were pretending to focus on your own task. it wasn’t easy when he was sitting right there, your gaze wandering over to him.

there was no denying your lover was handsome. his gaze was often found intimidating but not to you. his crimson were practically hypnotic to you, like you could lose yourself in them forever and still feel safe. you let your eyes trace his features, his soft hair, nearly swept back and how his lips curve, making it impossible not to imagine how they’d feel against yours right now.

before you knew it, you were completely lost in thought about him, your thoughts melting away as you admired every detail about him. you probably should have been more discreet about it when his voice broke through your daydream.

“if you’re that curious about what i’m doing, feel free to ask. i’m not the one to keep secrets from you.”

you blinked, snapping out of your trance to find him glancing at you with a raised brow. your cheeks flushed once you realize you’d been caught.

“i- um,” you stammered, fidgeting in your seat as you pretended to busy yourself back into what you were doing to avoid the embarrassment.

he chuckles as he watches you. “cat got your tongue?” he teases, closing the gun’s case with a soft click. “there. now i’m all yours sweetie.”

Caleb:

you two were sitting beside each other, working through training reports like old times. but this time it was different, maybe for you. this time you worked on training reports as an official couple. every time you tried to focus, your attention kept wandering back to him.

his dark brown hair looked so soft, you had to resist the urge to reach out and run your fingers through them. his hand rests thoughtfully on his chin and you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers skillfully flip his pen between them.

then there were his lips. a little curved and how much you love how that curve would widen into a full bright smile whenever he was around you. and his eyes, always full with so much longing for you as much as you did for him. you couldn’t help. you continued to stare at him, lost in the moment until his voice broke through your daydreams, pulling you back into reality.

“are you trying to telepathically tell me you need something pipsqueak?” he teases, his lips curling into a smile as he ruffles your hair gently. he rests his chin back on his hand, the way he looks at you was making your heart flutter all over again.

your face flushed. “i-um,” you stammered, shaking your head as you quickly averted your gaze, trying to focus back on the training report in front of you.

“you know,” his hand slides the report away from you. “if you’re tired, you can always lean on me. or maybe we can just take a break? how about that?” you glance back at him, the words getting caught in your throat as he smiles warmly at you, making the entire world pause just for a moment.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.

it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.

his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.

batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.

he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.

the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.

“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”

he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.

he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.

his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.

he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.

his nights are full of tossing and turning.

he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.

he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.

couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.

he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.

he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.

couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.

his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.

you were everywhere,

he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.

how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.

he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.

he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.

what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.

the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.

when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.

how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.

you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.

it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.

but yet, you were now nowhere.

[haoreo]

✿ all over again: part two | park jeongseong

♡ content: jay x fem!reader, doctor!jay, ex-boyfriend!jay, exes to ?, my attempt at the miscommunication trope?, slow burn? girl idk

♡ disclaimer: i'm so sorry if this looks like an essay-writing contest. it just didn't feel right to skip over some narrative that would help out in understanding their emotions huhu idk. also might have inaccuracies on becoming/being a doctor lol. also only roughly proofread. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely a work of fiction.

♡ word count: +4.3k

♡ part one here!

when you said yes to bringing your nephew to his first annual check-up, you definitely did not sign up to seeing your ex-boyfriend.

your sister had fallen sick, so she had asked you to bring her son, youngjae, to his upcoming check-up. you initially had said no, because it was scheduled to be on one of your only rest days from the flower shop. you had just finished one of your biggest projects yet, a grand wedding of a couple, which was located in another town. in between all of the logistical planning and travel, you had planned to spend the entire day recovering from the whole ordeal.

but your sister needed you, and her husband was the one taking care of her and trying to keep the household afloat. and you couldn't really say no to the thought of being able to spend the day with your nephew. as the fun aunt, you would always bring him to his favorite places and buy him his favorite sweets, things that your sister and brother-in-law would shake their heads at.

so as a result, you're now met face to face with jay, in the middle of his clinic. you had teased him before, that a tall and intimidating man like him would look so out of place in a colorful room full of toys and trinkets for young patients. and yet taking a whole look at him now, with his white coat that had the letters "MD" after his name, you knew that he belonged here. and in some part of your heart, you were still proud of him for achieving his dreams, even if you were no longer a part of it.

it was jay who had first broken the silent staring contest that was happening between the two of you. "hi," he started hesitantly, "i didn't expect to see you again," he said before leading you both inside the examination room. you had struggled to respond, as you were nowhere near mentally prepared for how to handle this situation. so you had simply responded with, "yeah, i guess i've been busy."

jay on the other hand, was having a full-on meltdown inside his head. he had always thought that on the day that he'd see you again, he would be ready to do everything in his power to win you back. he had an elaborate plan on recreating your first few dates, bringing you to your favorite places and doing your favorite activities, to remind you just how good the two of you had once been.

but now, jay feels like he's been slapped in the face. here you are, bringing in your son to his first annual check up. had it been any other scenario, he would have thanked heeseung for passing his patient to him. he looked again at the boy, who had been hiding his face in your neck, clearly shy at meeting this new person. jay felt that the universe was rubbing it in his face, of what exactly he had decided to throw away in exchange for what he thought would make him happy.

jay wanted to ask you so many questions. who was the lucky guy? where did you meet him? how fast did it take you to move on? were you happy? happier than when you had been with him? but jay knew that he had to burry those questions for now, or perhaps forever.

for now, he put a practiced smile on his face and went to the part of his office where he kept all of his toys. picking out a red firetruck, he approached the baby, showing him the toy as a bribe to get you out of his arms. "hey little guy, wanna come with me?" jay asked with eased, and immediately the boy had reached out to jay, eagerly reaching out for the toy.

you had watched jay in awe. you knew that he was good with kids, as you saw him before with his nieces and nephews. heck, even the kids that you would see at the park or restaurants were all naturally drawn to jay. you watched him take your nephew's vital signs with minimal fuss, inwardly feeling betrayed because just this morning, it had taken you a full hour to get him dressed for this check up.

but your stubborn heart couldn't help but warm at the sight in front of you. jay had your nephew's full attention, as he softly spoke to him and would tickle him in the right places to get a laugh out of him. after testing a few of your nephew's reflexes, jay had brought the baby back into your arms while he prepared the things he needed to administer a vaccine.

while waiting, you had been thinking of how you could sneak into the conversation that this baby wasn't yours and that you were remarkably single even after all of these years. you knew you were still upset at jay, and rightfully so. he had given up on your relationship while you had held on to his promise for months, even if your heart was already slowly falling apart. however, you knew deep down, that you still deeply loved and admired the man in front of you.

yet, something was stopping you from saying it outright. maybe it was your pride/ you didn't want jay to think that you were so eager and desperate to get back with him, even if that was what your heart was screaming for. on the other hand, it may have been your insecurity and self-doubt. jay had been the first one to let go. and like he said before, maybe his life really was better without you in it. who were you to suddenly jump back in his life and ruin his peace and quiet?

deep in thought, you hadn't noticed that your nephew was trying to get your attention, waving the toy around. what brought you out of your head was when you heard the words, "mama, mama!"

jay had dropped the small syringe in his hand in shock of what he heard. he felt as if the world was mocking him, reminding him again that he'd never be able to hear those words from your own children. thankfully, the syringe had fallen onto the sterile tray below it, jay felt relieved that it was at least not wasted. he picked it up again with shaking hands before clearing his throat, "he's definitely a happy boy, huh?" he choked out, trying to hide his true emotions.

you were still trying to process just what happened, your nephew staring at you with those beady eyes of his, clueless of what he had just caused. you quickly made up a reply, "yeah, um, it's the only thing he's been saying the past few days," you inwardly groaned, cursing yourself for not coming up with a better thing to say. while it had been true that your nephew has been saying those words non-stop, especially from the excitement and encouragement from your sister, it had made it even harder for you now to explain your situation.

the rest of the appointment was spent in silence, save for when jay had to administer the vaccine to youngjae. but jay had handled it like the professional he was, distracting your nephew to subdue his reaction from the pain.

now, jay was writing on his prescription pad, writing down instructions for the next couple of weeks, as well the details of your nephew's next appointment with his original doctor. you could feel your mouth become dry as the words you desperately wanted to say were stuck at your throat. in an attempt to ground yourself, you focused on jay's hands that were busy jotting down notes.

you were fine, really, but not until you noticed a simple silver band wrap around jay's left ring finger.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you finally arrived at your sister's place, trying your best to close the front door as quiet as possible. in your arms was youngjae, who had already fallen asleep on the way home, tired after the day's events. you had felt bad for the boy, as you were distracted the entire time you spent together after his doctor's appointment. but you couldn't help but drown yourself in self-pity.

of course jay had moved on. he probably met another respectable doctor, somebody who would truly understand his struggles and the ins and outs of his tight schedule. you thought on how they were probably the it-couple at the hospital, everybody in awe on how a couple could be so perfectly intelligent and attractive at the same time.

your bitter thoughts had clouded your mind the entire way home, only slightly quieting down when you had placed youngjae in his crib in his nursery. on a regular day, you would have cooed and taken a million photos of your sleeping nephew. but with everything that had happened today, your eyes started to tear up as you watched over your nephew. you thought of when you and jay were still together, of the times when you two would think of what your little family would look like. looking at your nephew now, you think of how far away those dreams seem to be now.

you cursed yourself for hoping. hoping that one day jay would change his mind and run back to you and appear at your front door, begging you to take him back. today was a clear reminder that it just wasn't happening. declaring a pause at your little pity party, you wiped your own tears away and went to your sister's bedroom.

"you could have at least given me a heads up, you know," you said as you plopped down the recliner chair your sister had in her room, barely acknowledging the presence of your brother-in-law who had been sorting laundry at the foot of their bed.

"well, hello to you too. and what do you mean heads up?" she said as she stared at you expectantly. you squinted your eyes at her before replying, "that dr. park was actually jay park, my one and only ex-boyfriend?"

you watched your sister's expression transform from confused to a shit-eating grin before fully laughing at you. recovering from her laughing fit, she said "oh my god, you have to tell me everything that happened," fully giving you her attention from her place on the bed.

you begrudgingly told her everything, not pleased by her amusement at your misery. but on the other hand, you were thankful that you had somebody to talk to about it. you also handed her the the prescription note that jay had given you after the appointment, as you ended your recap on what had happened.

"wow, who would have thought, huh. imagine all of the stars that had to align for you guys to meet again," your sister said as she read over the note. "but you did tell him that youngjae is your nephew, right?"

when you didn't say anything, she repeated, "right?" she was not staring at your guilty expression. "well, you see," you laughed nervously, "i didn't really get the opportunity to say so?" you had tried to reason.

your sister just stared at you, trying to comprehend what you just said to her. "but it doesn't matter," you quickly added, "he's married anyway."

"well, did he tell you that?" she asked in reply, now understanding why you had first entered the room so down. "no, but he was wearing what i'm pretty sure was a wedding band, so," you shrugged as silence occupied the room, both you and your sister not really knowing what to say afterwards. the silence was quickly interrupted by youngjae's cries from the baby monitor perched at your sister's bedside table.

"i'll get him, don't worry," you sighed as you pushed yourself up from the chair and left the room to go soothe your nephew.

as soon as you were out of sight, your sister took one last look at the prescription pad, suddenly getting an idea.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a few weeks later, you found yourself driving up to your sister's house again. now that she's feeling a lot better, you were celebrating youngjae's first birthday with some close friends and family. you came a bit earlier to help set up the party, since you were also in charge of decorations. which you happily complied with, preparing a few flower arrangements to bring to the party.

when you arrived, you brought in the flowers and started to get to work. it was only a small gathering at your sister's place, so you prepared some balloons and streamers to put on the wall as decoration. you were balancing on a small kiddie stool trying to put up a blue 'happy birthday' banner on the wall when you sister dropped the bomb on you.

"oh, i invited jay, by the way. i got his number from the prescription note you gave me the last time you were here," your sister told you as if she was commenting about the weather. you were thrown off, quite literally, from the stool you had been balancing on, landing on your bum as a result.

"you what?!" you exclaimed as you scrambled to your feet, ignoring the pain that was starting to form behind you. you sister had been arranging the cupcakes she had ordered at the dessert table as if nothing happened. she shrugged before saying "as youngjae's doctor of course, nothing else. just a bit of thank you for taking on the appointment at such a short notice."

but you knew your sister like the back of your hand. you knew that she had been plotting something, and you knew that what she had in mind wasn't anything good.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

when jay had read the text from your sister, he was still in bed, half asleep. but upon reading the text a second, and even a third time, he shot out of bed, and started weighing his options. on one hand, he had been desperate to see you again. he should feel guilty, knowing that you were happily taken with a family of your own. but ever since you left his office that day, he had not stopped thinking of you. on the other hand, he knew that he would be digging his own grave if he showed up to the party, only to be faced with the man that you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with.

in the end, jay had decided to attend the birthday party. because as pathetic as it sounds, he convinced himself that he would be okay with just being your son's doctor, if it meant he got to see you happy. even if it was from a distance, even if it wasn't with him.

which is why he found himself at the front door of your sister's house, holding a blue gift bag, hoping that your nephew would like his gift. after taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell, also hoping that he got the address right. but he didn't have enough time to doubt himself, not when the door had opened to reveal you. jay knew that it was bad to stare, but he couldn't help but look at your face, trying to memorize every feature as if you'd disappear from him again.

you had to clear your throat to get his attention, "hey! um, you're just in time. the party is going to start soon," you awkwardly said as you held the door open for him to come inside. jay snapped out of his thoughts, quickly following you inside.

"oh, i brought a gift. it's just something small, but i hope he'll like it," jay said as he handed over the gift to you.

"i'm sure he will," you smiled at him, and jay had almost melted right then and there, "let me put it with the other gifts," you said as you took the gift from him, your hands brushing for a split second.

while waiting for the party to start, jay was stuck making small talk with your family, praying that they wouldn't bring up the past that the two of you had together. you were also busy entertaining guests and refilling the refreshments. but even if jay was in the middle of conversations, he would scan the room. he'd watch as to who you would interact with, curious as to who your partner would be out of everyone.

but then everybody had started cheering and cooing, as your sister emerged from the nursery, holding little youngjae in the tiniest hanbok, who had a confused expression on his face, wondering why there were suddenly so many people in his house.

you had appeared with a camera saying "let's first take some photos, everyone!" you ushered the little family in front of the decorations and started to take their photos. you were diligently taking every photo with different friend groups and family members, when your sister loudly said, "and of course youngjae needs pictures with his favorite auntie!" making sure that jay had heard what she said.

you knew your sister was up to no good at this party, but you tried to keep your cool when you carried your nephew and got ready for the photo. but your sister didn't stop there, "jay! come join the photo!" your sister told him with a smile that couldn't hide her mischievous intent.

on the outside, jay acted normal as he went beside you and posed for the photo. but on the inside, he was trying so hard to keep in his excitement. because your sister had finally spelled it out for him that you were single. after taking photos, the party had officially started. the room was soon full of laughter as everybody enjoyed the food and drinks that were going around. jay had tried to catch a conversation with you, but you made yourself busy as you couldn't face him out of embarrassment.

but when guests started to trickle out of the party one by one, jay finally caught you alone in the kitchen, washing some of the dishes. "here, let me help you with that," jay said as he grabbed the dish from your hand and started finishing the dishes. but before you could escape a conversation with him again, he asked "so, when were you going to tell me that he was just your nephew?" hearing the slight teasing in his voice.

"w-well! it was never really brought up! and..." you trailed off, saving your words in case you embarrass yourself further.

"it's okay," jay said, brushing it off like it was no big deal. you were happy to think that he'd end it there, but he looked at you with a smirk before saying,

"i would accept a date as an apology, though."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you genuinely did not know how you ended up in this situation. there were a million alarms going on in your head, telling you that this was a bad idea. you had no business meeting up with an engaged, possibly even married man. but nothing could stop your heart from fluttering at the thought of going on a date with jay again. the man that still held your heart in his hands.

you look at your reflection in the mirror, clothes strewn at every corner of the room, a result of trying to come up with a decent outfit. you had agreed to grab coffee and pastries at a local cafe after his shift at the hospital, but jay told you that he'd pick you up beforehand.

while waiting for jay to arrive, you couldn't help but think about your first ever date. how nervous, yet excited, you had felt for it. the two of you were just university students, who had crossed paths in an elective subject you shared together. you were paired up with each other for one of the projects. and as one thing led to another, he ended up asking you out on your first ever date.

sometimes your sister's words would echo in your mind, on how all of the stars must have aligned for you to meet. you had thought that it was by chance that you had shared the same random elective in the same semester, and that you had met again at his clinic on accident. and yet, your foolish heart would also like to think that maybe it really was fate that made your paths cross again.

you were brought out of your thoughts by the doorbell of your apartment. you quickly gathered your things and rushed to the door when you were greeted by jay, who had a huge bouquet of lilies in his hand. "hi, sorry if i kept you waiting," jay said bashfully. but in all honesty, you didn't mind one bit. you had thought of all the trouble he must have gone through to make sure he arrived on time, even getting flowers on the way.

still, deciding to tease him, "patronizing another flower shop, huh?" you said, as you stared at him suspiciously. "o-of course not! i knew you wouldn't be at your shop today so i made sure to get them from there," jay insisted.

you let out a soft laugh at his desperate expression, "i'm just teasing. thank you, they're lovely. here, let me place this in a vase," you said as you took the flowers from him, already thinking about the perfect vase that would compliment the flowers. you had always thought that flowers were more than gifts. they were also letters in a way, messages that couldn't be conveyed just through words.

now, you didn't know if jay chose lilies on purpose, but you smiled to yourself knowing that they represented new beginnings.

jay had kept the promise he made with himself. that if given the chance to win you back, he would recreate all of your dates, buying you your favorite things and doing everything that you had loved to do in the past. your date didn't end at the coffee shop, as jay dragged you to an arcade. he desperately tried to show off at the claw machines, but failed miserably. trying to cheer him up, you led him to the photo booth. you were also eager to capture this moment, as you loved being able to look back at your memories through physical photos.

your date was going well, perfect even. but with every door held open, every time jay would fix his hair, your eyes would find the silver band wrapped around his ring finger. you knew that you had to make the choice, you had to tell him that you weren't going to subject yourself to this kind of set up. that it wasn't fair. even if it meant bursting the perfect little bubble the two of you had made. even if it meant you walking out of his life another, and perhaps the last, time.

so when jay had dropped you off at your front door, you looked to face him. jay immediately met your gaze, eyes full of wonder and love. he was making this harder than it already was, your heart already breaking.

"i really enjoyed today, jay. but, i'm going to have to be honest with you," you said before taking a deep breath, "i don't think we can keep doing this, jay," you said as you stared at your feet.

"w-wait, love, where is this coming from?" jay immediately panicked, not even noticing that he had called you by the term of endearment. "look, i know that i have yet to address how we ended things before and i promise that i was going to properly deal with it later. did something happen, d-did i make you uncomfortable?" jay had started to say a million words a minute, confused where you were coming from.

"please just be honest with me already, jay. i see the ring that you wear on your ring finger. it's not fair for me, and not fair for her,'' you said, starting to get frustrated, wanting to get this over with immediately.

"h-her?" jay stared at you, dumbfounded. not until he looked at his left hand, finally understanding what you had meant.

jay started laughing. like, letting out a full-blown belly laugh.

"gosh, if you can't treat this seriously then maybe i really should've said no to the date!" you whined as you started to search for your keys in your bag, eager to get into your apartment so you could wallow in your sadness and embarrassment.

but jay was quicker. he had grabbed your hands and gently leaned you against your front door. pressing his forehead against yours, he whispered, "you've got it all wrong, baby."

jay leaned back and removed the ring from his finger. "i've been wearing this since you've left. i wear it because some doctors or nurses would approach me with, um, romantic intentions. and since you weren't coming over to the hospital to visit me in between shifts anymore, well, this had been my first line of defense," jay explained as he kept on fidgeting with the ring in his hand.

jay reached for your hand and brought it in front of his lips, "and so i swear on everything that i hold dear in my life, there is nobody else. because it's only you, and it will only ever be you," he said before pressing his lips on your knuckles.

"so, what do you say? will you be willing to do this all over again with me?" jay asked mischievously.

without even processing what he had said, you pulled jay by the collar to kiss him on the lips. "yes, a hundred times, yes, my love," you said as you started to get lost in his eyes.

he smiled, placing a quick kiss on your nose before he said,

"good, because i've had your engagement ring with me for ages."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tagging everyone who asked for part 2! @wondahoy2345 @yeahhemmings- @pshnoona @atashiboba @daisyintherainsposts @sunnyjayjays @kissukyy @lovingjongseong @jayshadoww @hollxe1 @sunishake @pjseongrockstar @kirakun @evashp @sievenderz @mrsjjongstby @luvleyylina @antheiaspace @pjselee @eneiyri @en-chantedtomeetyou @staytinyluv @jayyluvvies (sorry if i missed anybody or tagged the wrong account, thank you so much for the love on part one! 🥹)

[libbyfandom]

Drunk Modern!Mizu with a Breeding Kink

(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))

(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))

You’re shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. “Good night, doll! See you later!”

Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.

You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.

You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. There’s a pink flush across the middle of her face.

“Too much whiskey, sweetheart?” you chuckle as you approach her.

“Fucking Taigen,” she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. “Fucking…drinking contest.”

You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, you’re just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. “You could’ve just said no,” you hum.

Mizu remains silent. She’s probably telling herself she won’t grace your soft snark with an answer, but it’s actually cause she really doesn’t have a comeback for that.

Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where you’re sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.

She’s… really staring intensely at how you’re sitting on her.

You start to lift yourself up on your knees. “You good? Does it hurt?”

Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. “No,” she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. “...It’s nothing.”

But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.

“Nothing? Like a “just thinking” nothing or a “Taigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cereal” nothing?”

Mizu’s nose scrunches up in disgust. “What?”

You press your hands to Mizu’s chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. “What. Did. He. Saaaaay?”

Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizu’s eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where you’re sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. “Fuck,” slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. “S’ just being stupid and gross.”

You noted that little change in her voice. “Like what?”

Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. “Some girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.”

You sigh, “Jesus Christ, of course.”

“He’s gross.”

She keeps shifting her hips under you. “Are you sure you don’t need me to get up-?” You start lifting yourself again.

“Stop moving,” she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesn’t die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. That’s a pout more than a scowl.

You laugh breathlessly. “What’s got you so worked up?” You tap her totally not pouting lip.

She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where they’re gripping your hips.

“Don’t be all huffy with me. Tell me,” you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.

She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.

The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.

She mumbles something.

“Mizu-“

“I wanna do that.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. “You want to-?”

“I want to cum inside you.”

The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.

Holy shit.

Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.

And whether it’s the liquid courage or Mizu’s determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.

Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. “I want to have something that I can slip inside you-“

Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. “You have several strap ons-“ you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.

“I want to feel you from the inside.” She makes a frustrated grunt, “I don’t want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-“

Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.

“I want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.”

Holy shIT-

“Mizu-MIZU-!”

Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as she’s suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. She’s supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as you’re the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she can’t bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.

And very, VERY drunk.

She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I wanna see it dripping out.”

You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. It’s not a love bite, it’s possessive. It’s stinging.

But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. “I want to leave myself behind. Inside you.” She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.

Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. “And…” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “And if you got me knocked up on accident?”

Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. She’s silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.

Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. “Wouldn’t be an accident.”

Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. You’ll decide if you survive this encounter.

“Mizu-“ you don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You’re just… you don’t even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.

Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. “Would you keep it?” she asks so softly.

“I-“ your brain is still on that fucking LAG.

Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. “I wouldn’t make you, if you didn’t want to-“ she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that that’s never gonna be an issue for you two.

Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. “I’d just… beg for you to think about it,” she makes a wounded sound.

You swallow again, throat clicking. You’re becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.

She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like she’s mimicking how far she’d push inside to get what she wants. She’d work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-

“It’s selfish,” she’s murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. “But I’m selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know there’s a little us-“ one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like she’s obsessed. Her voice is strained. “I want to know it’s inside you. They’re inside you. I want to know they’re safe and warm. You’d keep them so warm. You’re always warm-“

You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.

SHE’S STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.

You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.

“Baby.”

Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.

“Let me put a baby in you, dove,” her voice is strangled, slurred worse than you’ve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.

Jesus, she’s bringing out the rare pet nickname she’s so desperate.

And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Please?”

She’s pleading.

What the fuck was in her whiskey?!

“I’ll-I’ll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-“ she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. “Just spread your legs and I’ll do all the work.”

With strength she should not have while she’s absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. “Have my baby. Say yes.” Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.

You’re tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And it’s not just cause she’s grinding into you like she’s warming up to do it.

"Say yes..."

Click!

You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizu’s roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.

She scowls at him. “You said you weren’t coming back tonight!” She sways over you.

Ringo blinks. “Mom has Bingo in the morning,” he says innocently. “… did something happen?”

“She’s pregnant,” Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringo’s help.

“Oh? Congratulations!”

“….Wait…?”

“RINGO HELP!”

In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.

“Hi baby,” you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.

“Hi,” she groans. “I’m never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.”

You nod, “That sounds good."

You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?”

She shrugs as she passes you. “Barely.” She disappears into the kitchen.

“Oh,” you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until she’s out of sight to oh so innocent call out “I wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.”

Several loud crashes in the kitchen.

[buckyseclipse]

head over heels | cl16 mv1 op81

charles leclerc, oscar piastri, max verstappen x reader

a ferrari driver, a mclaren driver, and a redbull driver all interested in the same girl…this won’t end well.

notes: i decided to make this a series! now should i make this poly?…

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yourusername: what a better place to have your first day then good ol’ texas! formula one here i come 🤠

view comments below!

user2: omg i totally forgot you are going to start interviewing for f1

user3: DUDE ME TOO

user4: im so excited!! i hope she does challenges like she did with indycar

patriciooward: what a coincidence! i just happen to be in texas too!!

yourusername; you followed me here, stalker 😣

patriciooward: LIES! i am here for a JOB

yourusername: well so am I

patriciooward: YOU ALWAYS COPY ME

user5: indycar, i will never forgive you for separating these too

indycar: come back to us 🥹

user6: YOU FIRED HER???

user7: first you fire her because she asked for a raise AND THEN you get in her comment section talking about ‘come back’ yall are SICK

user8: SHE DIDNT EVEN ASK FOR A RAISE!! she was offered more by f1 and instead of fighting back, indycar just decided to fire her??? like???

user9: companies will always prove that they do not gaf about you

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user10: wtv, yn onto BIGGER and BETTER things

user11: when are you going to start posting on youtube again? 😣 we miss you :(

yourusername: sooner then you think!!

user12: you fit in with the texans so well

user13: yeehaw! 🤠

user14: congratulations on the new job!! i hope your first day goes well :))

user15: first days always make me so nervous

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kymillman: formula one driver down!

a mere seconds after this photo was taken, charles leclerc took a tumble on the texas pavement, following a tiny interaction with a new worker here on the track 😉 landing face first and awkwardly trying to play it off.

he is okay! just a bruised ego

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user17: this is embarrassing, even for charles

user18: when i’m in a who can embarrass themselves more contest, but charles is already there

user19: IN FRONT OF A PRETTY GIRL TOO?? no you’d never see my face again

user20: it was BECAUSE of the pretty girl 😭 she smiled at him and suddenly was on the ground

user21: that’s humiliating

user22: i keep watching the video…why do his legs just like, give out?

user23: THERES A VIDEO?

user24: ig being a f1 driver doesn’t give you game

user25: this means max is going to win come sunday

user26: okay grandpa…how about we get you back to bed?

user27: i need yns reaction to this

user28: i think the worst part is that she didn’t even notice he fell…

user29: pls tell me your joking

user30: no 😭 she just walked away and didn’t spare him a single glance

user31: i needed this today…thank you

user32: i love to see the ferrari fall

user32: no pun intended

user33: the video just gave me the biggest second hand embarrassment

user32: i actually cringed into myself.

user33: it’s him getting up and looking around to see if anyone saw that gets me

user34: i hope this gets brought up multiple times during the weekend

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maxvertappen1: feels good to be back on the top step in the sprint 💪 onwards to qualifying, let's keep pushing @:redbullracing 👊

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user36: are you not ashamed? are you not embarrassed?

user37: have you no shame, max?

user38: guys i’m so confused

user39: this weekend has been so crazy

user40: what’s going on?

user46: your cardboard cut out is sleeping on the couch tonight.

user43: GUYS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. I FEEL LEFT OUT AND I DO NOT LIKE IT.

user44: max was flirting with an interviewer today.

user43: WHAT

user45: was he flirting? or was he just being nice and yall are making it a big deal 🙄

user44: when the interview was over he stayed in his spot staring at the woman until she gave him attention and then asked her if she was new.

user44: she said yes and asked if it was that obvious. he said, “to me, yes.” AND THEN blushed when the interviewer reminded him that she did in fact have others to interview

user44: AND THEN, told her, “if you need any help around the paddock, let me know.”

user45: okay so maybe he was flirting 🙄

user46; what’s the big deal guys? let max get some with out you guys embarrassing him!

user48: HES embarrassing HIMSELF. does he not have decorum? self respect?

user49: okay but was the interviewer into it??

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f1gossip: as austin comes to an end, i would like to reminisce that these three men, managed to flirt with the same girl (an interviewer, as a matter of fact), in a span of three days. do they know they are flirting with the same girl? are they into that? or is this all just a hilarious incident?

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user51: this is the funniest thing to happen all weekend

user52: i see max and charles doing this, but OSCAR??

user53: yns following went up by 20k

user54: I WAS THERE WHEN SHS WAS AT LESS THEN 4k, SHE BETTER NOT FORGET ME!!!

user55: people still don’t even know who she is 😖 they keep calling her ‘the interviewer’

user56: i hope she doesn’t get hate for this…

user57; to be fair oscar could’ve just been being nice?? like taking a photo for someone doesn’t mean you’re into them

user58: i could not survive as an f1 driver

user59: like imagine your just tryna flirt with a girl, and suddenly it’s all over the internet of how embarrassingly you failed (max)

user60: it’s yns first race and this is how it goes??

user61: that interviewer is soo lucky

user62: okay but if you were the interviewer, who would you pick?

user63: max

user64: oscar 100000%

user65: charles, are you guys crazy?

user66: lando

user67: that wasn’t a option?…

user66: i don’t care

user67: has nobody realized that lando liked this 😭?

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[lascvitae]

FANTASIZE ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I FANTASIZE ABOUT IT ALL THE

TIME IF YOU WERE MINE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ she said you were just gonna smoke. you said you didn’t wear the dress for her. you were both lying.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x kinda mean fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟgenre. smut (18+) there’s some plot tho 🙂‍↕️ ᝰ.ᐟwarning(s). cursing, drinking, smoking, karina’s had a crush on reader since forever, dom!karina, she’s kinda mean && rough, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), cunnilingus, reader’s kinda bratty, creampie, karina’s lowk a munch

ᝰ.ᐟ word count 8k

masterlist.

aeri’s place is packed. that’s no surprise.

she throws the kind of parties that people talk about for weeks. too many people, loud music, low lights, and expensive drinks that she didn’t even pay for. there’s a suspicious cloud of smoke leaving the balcony.

you walk inside with ning close to your side, nails dug into your forearm. she’s already tipsy (somehow), and you can tell by the way she’s smiling at everyone.

“we gotta drink. you’ve been so focused on midterms all week.” she says immediately, yanking you to the kitchen.

“i had practice.” you say in an uninterested tone.

“whatever. you’re not allowed to be boring tonight.” she’s already dragging you to the kitchen.

“try this.” ning hands you a red cup and you take it without question, giving her a lazy glance. you take one sip before taking another, downing it in one go. the liquor burns as it slides down your throat.

“what’s this?” you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and tilt your head.

she shrugged. “jake made it.”

you raise an eyebrow. “jake’s here?”

she smiled. “in the living room. he already challenged aeri to a shot contest.”

“and?” you hum, slightly interested.

“she’s winning. by a lot.”

“obviously.”

you smirk a little, both of you leaning into eachother in that way that says you’ve been through a lot together.

but still, the party is loud. bodies are packed shoulder to shoulder and the bass is shaking your entire body.

you scan the room, looking for someone else to talk to. or someone else that has tried to speak to you in class before.

and then you see her.

jimin.

she’s standing by the wall, awkwardly between the bookshelf and a dying houseplant. she’s holding a cup like it might blow up if she squeezes it too hard.

she’s dressed like she didn’t mean to come. she’s not talking to anyone.

you tilt your head, gaze lingering.

“you’re staring.” ning sings in your ear.

“i’m not.”

“you are. that’s the girl from your lit class, right? the one who got the higher midterm grade?”

“don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes. but you’re still looking.

“didn’t think anyone could outscore you.” ning laughs.

you’re still watching her. her eyes flick around the room like she’s trying to find an excuse to leave. you wonder how she even got here. you wonder who even invited her.

suddenly, jimin looks over at you. and instead of looking away, she holds it.

you hold her gaze, curious. waiting. testing.

then she looks down, cheeks turning pink.

cute.

you let the smallest smirk curve your lips.

you should leave her alone. she didn’t even mean to come.

but there’s something about the way that she looked away, like she wasn’t supposed to get caught staring. it makes it too easy. too tempting.

so you hand ning your empty cup, smoothing out your outfit and start moving across the room.

your steps are slow. people glance over, pretending not to look again when they realize who you are.

jimin doesn’t notice you at first. she’s prentending to scroll through her phone.

she’s prettier up close. you knew that.

you stop a step too close. close enough to make her stiffen then glance up.

her eyes widen slightly.

“didn’t think i would see you here.” you said.

“oh. um. yeah. i didn’t think i’d— i mean, i wasn’t going to come.”

“i can tell.” you tilt your head, letting your eyes drag over her outfit.

she flushed, looking down at her drink.

you almost laugh.

“you’re karina, right?” you ask like you don’t already know.

“i— yeah. i didn’t think you knew my name.” she looks up surprisingly.

“i know a lot of things.”

there’s silence and she’s clearly unsure if you’re flirting or making fun of her.

“i liked your essay. the one about obsession and restraint. that was you, right?”

“yeah. that was for the—“

“yeah. i know what class. you’re smart.” you say, licking your bottom lip.

she doesn’t answer right away. she just stares as if she could scare you off.

or maybe she’s afraid that you would stay.

you lean in more. your voice is low as if you were bored.

“you don’t really fit in here.”

she looks towards the crowd then back at you.

“i guess not.”

“this isn’t really your scene, huh?”

“i… don’t usually come to stuff like this.”

“let me guess. you came because someone dragged you out of your room? told you to loosen up?”

jimin just stares like that was exactly what happened.

“you’re predictable.”

“you barely know me.” she frowns just a little.

“don’t i?” you raise an eyebrow.

she opens her mouth before closing it. “you think you do.”

that makes you smile. you feel something in your stomach when she said it with just the tiniest bit of bite.

“i know enough.”

she stares at you.

“is this really what you wear when you want attention, though? because, baby… it’s not working.”

her breath catches and you can see her fingers twitch around her cup.

you smile again. the kind that says you know she’s flustered.

“cute doesn’t get you far at parties like this.”

“then why are you talking to me?” she looks up, startled.

“because i wanted to.” you say it easily like this is just a game for you.

maybe it is. that’s what jimin can’t stand.

she swallows.

“i’m not some… thing for you to play with. i don’t care if you’re popular— or hot, or whatever you think you are.” her voice is steadier than you expected.

you stare.

“hot? didn’t know you thought that.” you tilt your head.

jimin’s mouth opens and she blushes again. “that’s not what i—“

you take a step closer. “you sure? because you’ve been staring like you want to say something else.”

she swallows again. hard. but her eyes stay on you.

“i don’t like people like you. the kind who talk like everything’s already theirs.”

“and what if i said i like people who push back?”

jimin stares and her breath hitches.

“i like the way you talk when you’re mad. makes me wonder what you’d sound like if i really got to you.”

her eyes go wide. she holds back the urge to bite her lip.

and then—

“y/n!” ning’s voice calls out.

you pull away and you don’t even look back as you walk towards ning.

jimin is still watching you. of course she is.

you find ning in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with aeri practically draped over her shoulder. they look like they’ve been there for hours even though the party really started an hour ago.

“you’re back. took your time.” ning smiled.

aeri lifted her head, lip gloss slightly smudged. “y/nieeeee. tell me why jake tapped out after four shots. four! what happened to men being strong?” she slurred.

“gone with the patriarchy.” you mutter, taking a drink from the coffee table without even asking what it is.

ning watches you sip then she squints. “kay… what happened?”

“nothing.”

“you’re smiling like something happened.”

“i’m always smiling.”

“not like that.”

you raise your eyebrow but she’s already looking past you. “you talk to your little class crush?”

you don’t answer.

aeri hiccups beside her. “wait, who? the smart one with the face? with the eyes? the one who gets straight a’s?”

“karina.” you laugh.

“jimin. you like her. you wanna push her against a bookshelf and ruin her gpa.” she says dramatically.

“jesus. aeri, shut up.” ning laughs, covering her mouth.

“am i wrong?” she shrugs and sips her drink like it’s tea.

you just smirk behind your cup.

“she’s not your type.” ning says.

“i don’t have a type. i get what i want.”

“she looked like she was about to pass out.” ning mumbles but you can see the grin on her lips.

“she’ll be fine. she’s interesting.” you lean back, fully relaxing.

“uh huh. you’re not thinking about the final anymore, huh?” ning nudges your thigh with hers.

“nope.”

“good. now let loose a little. that’s an order.”

you hum, eyes drifting across the room. jimin is still in the same spot and she’s still holding the same drink like she doesn’t know what to do with it.

she’s talking to someone now. you can’t tell who, all you can see is how stiff her posture is.

you tilt your head, the taste of your drink still on your tongue.

she’s shy.

but you want to know what she sounds like when she’s not. when she’s desperate. when she has nothing left to say but your name.

and just like that, you decide you’re not done with her tonight.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

the living room is beyond hazy. the weeknd is playing now and the lights are almost low enough that the glow of someone’s vape looks like a strobe.

you’re sitting on the arm of the couch with your drink, hand lazily resting on jake’s shoulder. he’s talking, saying something about a failed midterm and a girl from his econ class, but you’re not listening. you’re laughing at all the right parts though.

jake eats it up. of course he does.

aeri stumbles back over with heesehng; laugh loud as she flops into the seat next to yours. heeseung follows, hopelessly smitten and trying not to look like it.

“we’re smoking. balcony. right now.” she announces, reaching into the pocket of heeseung’s hoodie and taking out a pre-roll.

“who’s coming?”

ning appears out of nowhere, looping her arm with yours. “we are. obviously.”

“me too.” heeseung says.

“cute.” aeri purrs.

you watch her eyes flick around the room before landing on someone who’s barely moved.

jimin.

she’s still holding a half full cup and she’s still too stiff. she’s moved a little but not much. she’s basically invisible. almost.

“jimin! come smoke.” aeri calls out loudly.

jimin looks up, clearly startled.

you can see the way she hesitates and you expect her to say no.

“come on, jimin. you don’t wanna just sit there the whole time, right? it’s not even that strong.”

“she’s such a liar.” ning laughs.

jimin hesitates. she looks at you but you don’t say anything. you don’t even smile.

and that’s when she finally speaks up.

“okay.”

aeri smiles. “that’s my girl!”

now you’re all crowded on the balcony. jake’s lighting the joint and aeri is in heeseung’s lap, giggling into his hoodie. ning is talking about some teacher’s assistant that texted her the other night.

you’re leaned against the railing, feeling the cold air against your thighs. jimin’s standing next to you. not close but close enough to pass the smoke back and forth.

she doesn’t cough the first time she inhales and you’re impressed.

“you’ve done this before.”

“once or twice.” she shrugs.

“liar.”

she looks at you. “so what if i am?”

you smile. the smoke curls between you.

she hands the joint back without looking at you and you take it, brushing her fingers in purpose. she pretends not to notice and you pretend you didn’t mean it.

the weeknd’s still playing inside and everything feels heavier out here.

“you’re obsessed.” ning teased heeseung.

“i am not.” he says, which only makes aeri giggle and smack his chest playfully.

“he’s obsessed. look at him. he’s ready to tattoo my name on his ribs.” she purrs, throwing an arm around his neck.

“don’t tempt me.” ning chokes on her laugh.

“he’d get your name tatted in cursive then cry about it when you ghost him two weeks later.” you say. heeseung just smiles like the masochist he is.

“you’re all so dramatic.” jake says, passing the blunt back to jimin. she surprises everyone by taking a deep inhale and not coughing.

“okay! karina with the lungs of a stoner!” ning cheers.

“jimin.” she corrects softly but you catch the way her lips twitch. and the way she’s checking if you’re still paying attention.

you are, unfortunately.

“so. what changed your mind?” you exhale.

“about?”

“coming out here. playing along.”

she shrugs again and you catch the way she’s avoiding your eyes now.

“figured it’d be… educational.”

“cute.”

“you keep saying that like it’s an insult.”

“no, baby. i like cute. just not when it pretends to be tough.”

“you think i’m pretending?” her jaw tightens.

“i think you like pretending that you’re above all of this. but you came, didn’t you? let me talk to you. even flirt with you.”

“you didn’t flirt.” she says.

“no?” you raise a brow.

“you teased me.”

“you want me to flirt instead?” jimin’s breath catches.

“you wouldn’t know how.”

you pause for a moment, tilting your head snd studying her.

“try me.”

“you’re mean when you’re high.” jake speaks up. he’s sitting on the floor now, one shoulder brushing your knee.

“you like it.” you look down at him.

“maybe i do.” he smiles.

“y/n flirts with everyone. don’t take it personally.” ning giggles.

“i don’t.” jimin says quickly. but she isn’t looking at ning— she’s looking at you. trying to figure out if you’re doing this for her benefit or just because you can.

“see? even karina thinks i’m charming.”

“that’s not what she said.” ning laughed again.

“don’t start putting words in her mouth. unless she wants to volunteer some.” you take a sip of your cup.

jimin takes the blunt from aeri, avoiding your gaze. she inhales again.

“you’ve definitely done this more than twice.” you tilt your head.

“maybe i just learn fast.”

“hm. i bet you do.” you smirk.

jake leans back, resting his arm over your leg now. his fingers tap against your knee. “you gonna keep teasing her all night or you gonna share the attention?”

“jealous?”

“curious.” he shrugs, watching you closely with dark eyes.

jimin goes still next to you.

“you’d die trying to keep up with me.” you say to him.

“you say that like it isn’t worth it.”

“careful, jake. i don’t play fair.” he just smiles like he wants the game anyway.

aeri suddenly gasps. “wait— wait. i wanna play truth or dare.”

“oh no. not this again.” ning groaned.

“yes this again! we’re high, we’re hot, and we’re bored! what else is there?” she kicks her legs excitedly, almost knocking over heeseung’s cup.

“feelings. consequences. dignity.”

“shut up, lover boy. we’re playing. c’mon. no backing out now.”

ning sighs dramatically but drops down onto the floor, pulling you closer. she downs the rest of her drink and immediately points at jake. “you go first. truth or dare.”

“truth.” he smiles, cocky as ever.

“have you ever hooked up with someone here?”

jake looks over at you for a second. “not yet.”

you raise an eyebrow, not saying a word. but jimin is watching you again. her stare is sharper this time.

“flop answer. y/n, your turn. truth or dare?” aeri says, already bored.

“dare.”

“i dare you to sit in jake’s lap for the next two rounds.”

you’re completely unbothered, moving without hesitation. jake spreads his legs and you sink into his lap. his hands settle lightly at your waist but his eyes flick to your mouth.

“comfortable?” he asks, voice low.

“for now.”

heeseung is next and he picks truth.

“would you let me spit in your mouth?” aeri asked sweetly.

“yes.”

ning nearly dies from laughter.

jimin coughs. it’s the only thing that she’s said in the past few minutes.

“jimin. truth or dare?”

she hesitates. “truth.”

“you’re all boring.” aeri sighs dramatically.

“do you think y/n’s hot?”

you turn your head slightly. not all the way but enough to make jake smirk. jimin’s face doesn’t change.

“yes.”

“about time you admit it.” you smiled.

she exhales like she didn’t just give something away.

“jake. truth or dare?” she says suddenly.

“dare.” he’s still cocky.

“kiss her. if she lets you.” her eyes are on you.

you stare.

it’s not like she said it to be cruel. or kind. it’s a challenge.

jake hesitates then looks at you.

you lean back, arms resting on his shoulders.

“what do you say?” he asks.

you turn to jimin instead. “you sure you wanna watch that?”

her eyes widen, just a little, and you can see a flicker of something. jealousy? nerves? but something tightens in her jaw before she turns her head, pretending that she isn’t flustered. pretending that she didn’t just give you exactly what you wanted.

you smirk deepens and jake raises an eyebrow like he’s waiting. but you don’t kiss him. not yet. you just slowly sip your drink, eyes never leaving jimin.

then you suddenly slide off of jake’s lap like you’re bored.

“i’m out.” you say, lifting your empty cup.

“i’ll get you another.” he stands eagerly.

“how sweet. you remember what i like, right?” you mutter.

“course.” he’s heading back inside. a little too quickly.

“that boy is whipped.” aeri watches him go with a grin.

you shrug, leaning against the railing next to jimin again.

“soooo… whose turn?” ning asks.

“karina’s. truth or dare?”

jimin looks at you like she knows this is a setup. maybe it is.

“…truth.”

“coward.” aeri coughs, half laughing.

you smile, slow and dangerous. “fine. truth. have you been watching me all night?”

she opens her mouth like she wants to lie. like she’s about to.

but then—

“yes.”

“cute.” you say softly.

she rolls her eyes but her neck is flushed. “stop saying that.”

“it’s your turn now. truth or dare.”

you raise an eyebrow. “dare.”

“if you won’t kiss jake then kiss the next person who passes you the joint.”

“you’re getting bold.”

“i’m returning the favor.”

you hold her gaze for a moment longer before reaching for the joint that’s half burned in the ashtray.

“fine.” you take a hit slowly.

“guess we’ll see if someone passes it.”

“you’re all pussies if you don’t.” ning speaks.

but jimin lifts it again before passing it to you.

you raise the joint to your lips and take another hit.

“you sure you want that?”

her eyes drop to your mouth. “yeah.”

that gets to you. you lean in, only to whisper in her ear.

“good girls shouldn’t talk like that.”

“you think i’m a good girl?”

you pause, studying her. the calm in her eyes makes it look like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“you’d be surprised by how often i smoke alone.”

your smirk wavers for half a second. not enough for everyone else to notice, but she sees it. she sees all of it.

“you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.” she says like a challenge.

you can’t even reply before jake reappears with your drink.

“here you go.” he says, cheerful and oblivious.

you take it with a smile, looking over at aeri.

“can we go back to your room? i’m cold.”

aeri perks up immediately. “finally someone admits it! i’m freezing my nipples off.”

“you took heeseung’s hoodie.” ning rolls her eyes. you don’t even know when that happened.

“and still freezing.”

you take a sip of your drink, eyes flicking back to jimin just for a second. a second long enough for her to see the way you smirk against the rim of the cup.

like you’re considering it.

“jake, grab the ashtray.” aeri commands, standing up and dragging heeseung with her.

“you good?” jake leans in slightly as you follow behind.

“perfect.” you hum, brushing past him and heading for the door as he holds it open for you.

you don’t look back.

you don’t have to. because you know she’s watching. and you know she’s still thinking about it, too.

you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.

the challenge sits in your chest. you think about answering it.

but not yet.

aeri’s room smells exactly like vanilla body spray. the lights are dim, casting a glow over the mess of pillows and shoes kicked into random corners. you settle on the edge of the bed first, crossing your legs and jake follows you in without needing an invitation. he leans beside you.

aeri flops face first into her mattress, giggling like she already knows tonight’s going to end in disaster. ning steals her spot almost immediately, stretching out next to you and leaning back against the headboard like she owns it. heeseung just plants himself on the floor again, tossing a blanket over his legs, still not focusing on anything but wherever aeri is.

jimin’s the last to come in. she’s quiet but not unnoticed. she leans against the wall with her arms crossed, pretending like she isn’t watching you.

jake bumps his knee against yours. “so. back to the game?”

“obviously. jimin went last. that means she asks next.” ning pulls out her phone.

jimin almost immediately turns towards jake. “truth or dare?”

he smirks. “dare.”

it’s silent before she answers. “switch spots with me.”

jake’s grin falters, eyes turning to you like he’s trying to read your expression.

“why?”

“no questions. that’s the rule.” ning sings.

he hesitates for a second before standing up, brushing past her on the way to the wall. she slides into the space beside you.

you don’t look at her. not right away. you just stare at your drink and your pulse ticks up just a little. you feel her thigh brush yours, but she doesn't move away.

jake coughs from his new spot. “damn. cold.”

aeri lifts her head. “what? you jealous?”

“i mean— if she wanted company, she could’ve just said that.”

“i’m not company.” jimin says quietly. and for a second it sounds like she’s saying it for you.

you swallow, throat dry despite the last sip of your drink.

“well, it’s my turn now.” jake speaks up. louder this time, like he’s trying to remind you of his presence.

you lift your gaze to glance at him. he’s slouched against the wall where jimin previously was, arms folded behind his head with his eyes locked on you like he’s daring you to forget about him for too long.

“truth or dare, y/n?”

your leg is still touching jimin’s. just barely. but it’s there. she hasn’t moved an inch. you wonder if she can feel the way your breath hitches.

“truth.”

jake hums thoughtfully, but there’s a flicker of something in his eye. you can already tell it’s not going to be innocent.

“what’s the real reason you didn’t let me kiss you earlier?”

ning gasps. “oh, we’re doing this.”

aeri cackles into heeseung’s shoulder.

you don’t answer right away.

you feel jimin stiffen next to you.

and that’s what makes you smile. just a little. enough to stir the pot.

“i wasn’t drunk enough.” you say casually.

jake laughs before shaking his head. “liar.”

“it’s self control.”

“it’s fear.” he counters, tone teasing but sharp.

you open your mouth to snap back but jimin cuts in first.

“she’s not scared of you.”

everyone goes quiet for a moment.

you turn your head to her slowly. “you don’t need to answer for me.”

“i’m not. just calling bullshit when i hear it.”

your pulse ticks up. it only makes you want her more.

“damn.” ning mutters.

“what, you jealous or something?” jake leans forward, lips tugging into a smirk.

“she could’ve kissed you if she wanted to. she didn’t.”

you meet her eyes and you feel something in your chest.

“you two need to hook up already.” he raises an eyebrow.

“what makes you think we haven’t?” you smirk.

aeri lets out a squeal. “wait— what?!”

ning chokes on her drink. “you’re lying.”

jake stiffens, staring like he’s trying to do the math.

you don’t clarify. you don’t look away either. you just keep your eyes on jimin.

her expression is unreadable. her jaw clenches but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile.

her knee nudges yours. just slightly. you don’t move away.

“anyway. i have to pee. and i’m getting another drink.” you rise, leaving before anyone can say anything.

you make it down the hallway without looking back, and you pause in the bathroom. not to pee, but to breathe. just for a second. the mirror catches your expression, your eyes are half lidded, your lips are parted, and your eyes are red. you look exactly like you feel.

and then there’s a soft knock.

you already know who it is.

you open the door.

jimin’s there, hand still slightly raised like she was about to knock again. her eyes meet yours, calm, but it’s the kind of calm that hides something hotter underneath.

she doesn’t speak. she just tilts her head towards the door. like everyone else still isn’t partying. like they still aren’t upstairs. “come on.”

you don’t hesitate. you follow.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

the uber ride was mostly quiet. her place smells like her perfume and eucalyptus, the kind of clean lived in mess that makes you wonder how many people have seen this version of her. you doubt it’s many.

she tosses her house keys on the table and heads straight to the kitchen. “still want another drink?”

you shrug. “i could be convinced.”

she raises an eyebrow but doesn’t look at you when she pours. “convinced?”

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. she hands you the glass, brushing your fingers just slightly as you take it.

then she grabs the grinder from a drawer, pulls open a window, and wordlessly starts rolling.

you lean against the counter, watching her. “so you really smoke alone?”

“not tonight.” she doesn’t look up.

you smirk. “is that an invitation?”

she glances at you. “that depends. you still scared?”

you step closer. “you wish.”

she lights the joint, takes the first hit, and holds it in before passing it to you. the smoke curls between you and when you take it from her, her fingers graze yours again.

you take a slow drag, blowing it out the side of your mouth.

you hold her gaze through the smoke. her lashes are low and her eyes are dark.

“i wasn’t lying earlier. i didn’t let him kiss me because i didn’t want to.” you say, voice husky now.

her gaze drops to your mouth then flicks back up. “i know.”

“do you?”

“yeah. i was watching.” she leans back against the counter, joint balanced between her fingers.

you step in again, just enough to make her breath catch. “then you must’ve known i wanted you to say something.”

“i did. but i didn’t trust what i’d do after.” she admits.

you blink slowly. your smile is lazy and full of something that neither of you are trying to name.

“then you’re worse than i thought.”

her mouth twitches like she wants to laugh. “oh?”

“yeah. because i would’ve let you.” you take the joint from her hand and inhale. the smoke escapes your lips slowly, curling into the space between you. her eyes follow the trail then drag back to yours.

“and you still would?”

you take one more step. her perfume hits you but you don’t answer. you just hand her the joint again.

your fingers brush.

again.

“kiss me.” she says, low, like it’s not a command but a dare.

you lean in, but don’t touch her yet. just close enough that she can feel your breath. “what do good girls say?”

her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything at first. her eyes flicker between yours like she’s weighing the consequences of what comes next.

the joint burns between her fingers, forgotten.

you watch her.

she exhales shakily. “please.”

it’s barely audible but it shatters something between you.

you don’t give her a chance to take it back.

your mouth finds hers in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. it’s hot, slow, and deliberate. her free hand finds your waist, fingers curling in the fabric of your dress like she’s been waiting forever. the joint’s gone now, set carelessly on the counter as both her hands tug you closer.

you sigh into her mouth and it makes her press harder. like she needs to prove something. like she’s been holding this in too long.

as your mouth opens she forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it like she won’t get another chance. you moan quietly, wrapping your arms around her neck.

she lifts you onto the counter by your thighs, breathing heavily as she kisses along the skin of your neck. you tilt your head to the side, giving her more access.

this was the side of her that you were begging to see.

“fuck, jimin…” you mumble as she bites into your neck before soothing it with her tongue, hands rubbing the plush of your thighs.

she exhales shakily at that, pulling down your dress to expose your collarbone and attack it next. “you finally got the name right.”

you smirked. but she doesn’t give you time to answer. not with words, anyway.

her mouth is already dragging lower, lips brushing over the skin of your chest like she’s memorizing every inch. her touch is careful, but her eyes are wild.

“you look so pretty like this. on my counter. waiting.” she breathes, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress now, slow and teasing, like she wants to savor every reaction.

your breath catches as her hand ghosts along your thigh, edging higher.

“waiting for what?” you ask, voice thick with anticipation.

her smile is slow and wicked. “for me to fuck you.”

you tug her back in by the collar of her hoodie, crashing your mouth into hers again. it’s messy and hungry, like you’ve both been starved. she groans against your lips and the sound vibrates right through you.

when she presses forward, you wrap your legs around her hips, pulling her in close until there’s no space left. her hand finds your hair, holding you still as her mouth works over yours like she needs to claim it.

"you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how long i’ve wanted you.” she breathes out.

she kisses your jaw, then your throat, then bites just below your ear. you gasp, arching into her without thinking.

“do you know how many nights i’ve fucked my hand thinking about you? about you in those little skirts, mouthing off like you wouldn’t drop to your knees if i told you to? i’d touch myself and imagine you begging. imagine you soaked just from hearing me say your name.” her voice is a whisper, but it’s ragged. like she’s finally letting herself admit it and can’t stop now.

you rock against her without meaning to, chasing the friction and it makes her curse under her breath.

“you’re not the only one. but i’m done thinking.” you admit, panting.

“yeah?” she breathes, hands moving again. bolder now. hungrier.

you nod, lips brushing hers again. “please.”

and this time, it’s your plea that shatters something. because the second she hears it, she drops to her knees.

her hands trail down the backs of your thighs as she does, dragging your body forward until you’re perched on the edge of the counter. you’re trembling under her touch and she looks up at you from her lashes. her pupils are wide, her lips are swollen, and her hair is a little messy from where you tugged it.

“fuck. look at you. so perfect.” she whispers.

you spread your knees slightly, letting her settle between them and her hands trail up your legs again slowly. then again, higher, teasing you with her lips.

your fingers plant into her hair, tugging gently and she hums like that’s exactly what she wanted. “you’re shaking.” she says.

“i’m not.” but your voice betrays you. your whole body betrays you.

she presses her mouth to the inside of your other thigh, holding eye contact as her tongue darts out against your skin.

“it’s okay. i’ll take care of you.”

you whimper. the anticipation alone is making you unravel and she hasn’t even touched you where you need it most.

her fingers hook around the sides of your underwear, sliding them down with agonizing slowness. when they’re off, she doesn’t look away. not even when she leans in and kisses your inner thigh again, dangerously close.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” she whimpered, more to herself than to you.

your hips twitch and she finally, finally gives in, dragging her tongue through your folds in one long, devastating stroke.

your head falls back against the cabinets with a soft moan and she groans against you like she’s already addicted.

she eats you out like she’s making up for lost time. like she’s starving and you’re the only thing that could satisfy her. her mouth is hot and her tongue is relentless, licking and sucking like she wants to devour you completely.

and god, she’s good at it.

“jimin—fuck, jimin—” you cry out, thighs trembling around her shoulders.

she moans at the sound of her name falling from your lips like that, then she brings her fingers into it too— slipping one inside you slowly, then another, curling them just right as her tongue flicks over your clit.

“oh— fuck!” you moan louder, covering your mouth.

she hummed. “no, princess. let me hear all the pretty noises you make for me.”

she’s driving you insane.

“does it feel good? you like my tongue, hm?” her voice is low, coated in need. every word vibrates against you, and it’s too much. too much and not enough. your hips rock into her face before you can stop them, chasing the friction and chasing her.

“yes— yes! fuck, jimin—“ you gasp.

she groans like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to hear. and it makes her move faster. her fingers curl deeper and her tongue flicks harsher with more purpose.

“that’s it. take what you need.” she coos, voice muffled by your cunt.

you’re melting. falling apart in her hands.

her grip is bruising now, one hand digging into your hip to hold you still, the other one still fucking you open perfectly.

“you taste so good, baby. how did i go this long without this? could eat you for hours. days.” she breathes against your clit, lips dragging over it again.

you don’t have an answer. you’re not even sure if you can speak. all you can do is moan and shake and hold onto her hair.

you’re so close, and she knows it. she can feel it in the way you clench around her and in the way your legs tense.

“don’t stop— please, don’t stop—” you gasp and that’s all she needs to hear.

she doubles her efforts, fucking you with her fingers and licking you until your back arches.

“fuck— fuck, jimin! i’m gonna—“ you choke.

and she doesn’t stop. if anything, she gets messier. hungrier. licking and sucking with so much desperation you almost can’t take it.

“cum for me. wanna feel you all over my face. need it— fuck, need you—“ she begs again, voice hoarse.

and you do.

you fall apart with a helpless moan, thighs clamping tight around her head as you cum hard on her tongue. she groans like she’s the one breaking, mouth still working you through it.

when it’s over, she doesn’t even pull away right away. she licks you clean with lazy strokes of her tongue and only when you twitch from the sensitivity does she kiss the inside of your thigh and rise slowly, one hand on your waist to steady you.

your chest is still heaving when you open your eyes. her lips are slick and her pupils are still wide, but her smirk is proud.

“told you i’d take care of you.” she muttered as her thumb traced slow circles into your hip.

you huff out a breathless laugh, trying to level your head but failing miserably with her looking at you like that.

“fuck you.” you mumble but there’s no hate behind it. your voice is hoarse.

“you just did. or should i say… you let me.” she grins, then leans in to press a kiss to your jaw.

you roll your eyes, reaching up to tangle your fingers in her hoodie and drag her down for another kiss. it was slow and deep this time with none of the earlier frenzy.

her hand finds your bare thigh again and just squeezes gently.

“unless… you want more?”

her voice is low and husky. it’s right against your mouth but you feel it everywhere.

you don’t answer right away. you can’t. your brain is still fogged from the way she just ruined you and she knows it. she’s watching you like she’s waiting to pounce on you, eyes flicking down to your parted lips then your still trembling thighs.

her hand slides a little higher on your leg. just enough.

you bite back a noise. “jimin…”

she hums like a warning. “mm, say it again.”

you breathe out her name softer this time. like a confession. “jimin.”

her lips ghost yours. not kissing you, just there. “you have no fucking idea of how obsessed i am with you.”

your fingers curl into her hoodie again. “then show me.”

“you sure?”

you nod. but that’s not good enough for her. not this version of her.

“use your words, pretty girl.”

you swallow hard. “yes. i want more. i want you.”

the look she gives you after that? it’s hunger. pure hunger.

“good. because i’m not even close to done with you yet.” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. everywhere but where you need it.

her hand finally slips between your thighs again, but it’s slow and teasing. she just rubs lazy circles that have you twitching from the oversensitivity.

“gonna take my time with you now. wanna hear all those sounds again. wanna memorize every single one.” she whispered.

you breathe her name again desperately.

and this time when she kisses you, it’s with that same obsession you feel burning inside of your own chest.

and when you pull away she doesn’t take her eyes off of you.

the hoodie she’s wearing hangs off one shoulder now, fabric twisted from the way you tugged her closer.

“you’re staring.” you mumble, voice a little hoarse.

jimin just grins, leaning her weight against the kitchen counter as her fingers drag slowly along the edge of your dress. “can you blame me? you’re wearing this little thing and expected me not to stare?”

you roll your eyes but you can’t help the way your lips twitch. “you literally invited me over.”

“yeah. to smoke.”

her hand slips under the hem of your dress, teasing along the back of your thigh and stopping just before the heat between your legs. you suck in a breath, leaning into her instinctively but she pulls back with a look.

“oh, you’re mean. you’re acting like you didn’t invite me over to fuck me.” you breathe, chasing her mouth with yours but she dodges it. she leans in just enough to brush her lips against your jaw instead.

her lips hover there. just barely glazing your skin. “i didn’t say that. but you’re eager for someone who came here just to smoke.”

you let out a laugh, tilting your head to give her more access. “jimin.” you warn, voice somewhere between a plea and a threat.

but she ignores it. her fingers skim higher, knuckles brushing the damp heat between your thighs but never pressing. never giving you enough. she wants you squirming. and you hate how well it’s working.

“you wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you? wanted to drive me crazy.” she whispers.

you scoff but your body betrays you, hips shifting forward without thinking. “like i knew you’d be there. i wore it because i look good.”

“mm. you look perfect.” she hums, mouth brushing just below your ear.

her praise makes your stomach flip, but you refuse to let her see how much it affects you. especially after she had you falling apart on her kitchen counter.

“still staring.” you mumble.

“still wet.” she fires back, cocky and quiet as her hand presses against your bare cunt again. just enough to make your breath hitch.

you don’t answer. you can’t. not when she starts mouthing at your neck like she’s claiming you.

and when she kisses you again, it’s slow and deep.

“you gonna keep pretending you didn’t come here to get fucked?” she mumbles against your lips.

you pull back just to glare at her, breathing hard. “only if you’re done teasing.”

she smirks, picking you up like you weigh nothing and walking towards the hall. “oh, baby. i’m just getting started.”

you yelp in surprise as she carries you. her grip on you is firm. like she’s been waiting to do this all night.

“jimin.” you breathe.

“mhm?” she hums, nose brushing yours.

you blink down at her, heart racing. “jimin.”

her name sounds too soft on your lips. it’s too sweet for how filthy her hands feel against your thighs as she walks you through the hallway like it’s nothing.

her bedroom door swings open with the shove of her foot. the second you’re inside, she drops you gently onto the bed, standing between your legs as she tugs the hoodie off. her eyes are wide and her chest is rising with every breath as she looks down at you.

and then that smirk returns. her fingers push your dress up and up and up, baring your thighs and everything between.

“still wet.” she mumbles again, thumb dragging slow and slick through your folds while her eyes stay locked on yours.

you shudder. you hate how good she is at this. hate how cocky she gets when she knows she’s wrecked you.

“you talk too much.” you mutter.

she smiles, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee then higher. “and you love it.”

you don’t deny it. not when she’s sliding to her knees like she’s praying. not when she’s mouthing at the crease of your thigh. but she’s completely ignoring the place you need her most.

“fuck, you’re perfect.” she says, voice lower now.

you swallow hard, fingers twitching in the sheets.

and then she looks up at you, mouth inches from your cunt. “let me show you.”

her tongue just barely grazes you, hot breath ghosting your folds and lips brushing soft against your skin. it should be everything. it should. but it just isn’t enough.

your hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently.

“wait.” you breathe out.

she freezes instantly. her head snaps up, eyes wide with concern. “did i—?”

“no. no, just—“ you say quickly.

your thighs squeeze around her shoulders before you can stop them. she’s so pretty like this. on her knees for you, hands gripping your hips like she’s seconds from losing control.

but you want something else right now.

“i want you to u-use your dick, baby.” you mumble, not even meaning to sound shy.

her jaw clenches.

“you sure?” she asks, voice a little rough.

you nod, pulling her up by the hoodie bunched at her shoulders.

her weight settles over you, tugging her hoodie off and discarding it on the floor.

she kisses you like she needs to. like she’s been holding back all night and finally has permission to let go. and maybe she has, because the second her lips are on yours again her hands are tugging your dress up and off with almost no effort.

you let her. you want her to.

“you’re so fucking hot. always teasing me, acting like you don’t know what you do to me.” she mutters, eyes flicking over every inch of exposed skin like it’s the first time she’s seen it. and it is.

you lean back on your elbows with your legs still spread around her hips and you smirk. “and what do i do to you, jimin?”

her jaw clenches again, sharp and hungry, and you don’t get a real answer. not in words.

she pulls her sweats down, dick springing free, flushed and already slick at the tip.

the sight alone knocks the breath from your lungs. god, she’s huge. and she’s hard for you. all for you.

she strokes herself once, never breaking eye contact. “gonna let me stretch you out, baby? you want this now?” her tone is mocking but low with need.

you nod.

but you know she’s not satisfied. not when you’ve been running your mouth all night.

“use your words. you were loud enough when i had my mouth on you.”

you glare at her but your voice still cracks when you say it. “yes. i need you, jimin. want you to fuck me.”

she leans down and kisses you hard, like it’s a reward, like it’s a thank you, like she’s desperate to feel more of you. her hand slides between your legs again, spreading you open just enough, and then—

she pushes in.

you gasp, nails digging into her shoulders. the stretch burns but you want it. you crave it. she’s careful at first, slow and patient, watching your face the entire time like she needs to memorize it.

“there you go. taking me so well, baby.”she whispers, voice ragged.

you groan, eyes fluttering shut.

“eyes on me.” she murmurs.

and when you look up at her, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted. you can see the stunned awe in her expression as she bottoms out, and you realize she’s just as gone for you as you are for her. maybe more.

“you feel so good. so fucking tight— fuck…” she whimpers. her voice breaks at the end and she buries her face in your neck.

you feel everything. every inch of her, every tremble in her arms as she holds herself still inside you. like she’s trying not to lose it already.

you fingers thread through her hair, tugging gently and she groans at the feeling. her hips twitch forward.

“jimin.” you whisper breathlessly.

she pulls back enough to look at you again, lips still wet from the way she kissed you like you were hers.

“i’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.” she says like a confession. like she’s ashamed of how bad she wants you.

you smile, but it’s slow and all mean girl again. “already?”

her breath catches. your hips roll up instinctively, grinding against her in a way that makes her hiss through her teeth.

her grip tightens on your thighs like she’s fighting for control. and losing.

"fuck.” she mutters, forehead pressing against yours now and eyes fluttering shut like she can’t handle you.

“awh. am i too much for you, jimin?” you coo softly, dragging your nails down her back.

she laughs shakily. “you have no idea.”

but then her eyes open again, and something shifts in them. she draws back just to thrust forward and the gasp that escapes your lips is immediate and involuntary.

you don’t even get a chance to say anything. her hips snap forward again— harder and rougher— and suddenly she’s pounding into you like she has something to prove. like she needs to ruin that little smile on your lips.

and maybe she does. because it only takes a few more thrusts before your smirk falters, lips parting with a moan as the pleasure catches up to you all at once.

“not so mouthy now, huh? where’s all that attitude, baby?” she mutters, breath hot against your skin as she fucks you into the mattress.

you wrap your legs around her, helpless against how brutal her pace is. and then her fingers find your clit again, rubbing in tight and practiced circles like she knows your body already.

“answer me.” she groans, voice low and strained.

“i— i can’t—“ you gasp.

“yes you can. c’mon, be a good girl. use your words.” her thrusts get deeper. rougher.

“jimin, please! ‘s so good— fuck!” you whimper, head falling back.

her name leaves your lips like a prayer. you can’t feel anything else except the way she’s filling you up so nicely.

“yeah? that’s what i thought. all that attitude just to end up a mess on my dick.” she pants, lips brushing your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth.

you clench around her at the sound of her voice. it’s low, cocky, and desperate. and she groans at the feeling, pace stuttering just for a second before she fucks you harder.

“bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh? bet you touched yourself to the thought of me. acting like you don’t want it.” she breathes against your skin, hand sliding under your back to arch you up into her.

you can’t even form a real response anymore. just breathy, broken sounds. with her fingers on your clit, dick hitting that spot so deep you see stars, voice in your ear like she owns you, how can you?

“who’s making you feel good?” she demands, fucking you harder now.

you choke on a moan, head rolling back as your nails dig into her back.

“you are— fuck, jimin, you are—”

“that’s right. say it again.”

“you— fuck— only you! only you make me feel like this—“ you gasp, thighs shaking from how deep she’s hitting.

her lips crash into yours, messy and rough. like she can’t go another second without tasting you. and you let her. you give in completely.

she pulls back enough to speak, forehead resting against yours.

“you gonna cum for me again, baby? gonna let me feel you fall apart around me?”

you nod helplessly, everything tightening at once. your thighs, your core, and the way your fingers hold onto her.

“then cum. be my good girl and cum.” she whispers, barely holding it together.

and with one more thrust, you come undone, crying out her name like it’s the only word you know.

it makes her thrusts falter.

“babyy— i’m close— fuck, i’m gonna cum…” she moans.

“where do you want me?” her voice cracks when she says it, hips stuttering inside of you like she’s barely hanging on. you can feel how close she is. every twitch of her cock, the desperate way she’s gripping your hips, and the wild look in her eyes.

you cup her jaw, pulling her in until your lips are just barely touching. “inside. want you to cum inside of me, jimin.” you whisper.

her breath catches. her whole body tenses like she wasn’t expecting that.

“fuck—” she whines, burying her face in your neck. and then she’s cumming.

you feel it. the way she spills into you with a broken moan of your name, her body jerking with the force of it. her hips press down hard, as deep as she can go, and stay there as she trembles through it.

you’re both shaking. your arms wrap around her instinctively, keeping her close as she rides it out, soft whimpers spilling from her lips against your skin.

when she finally stills, she doesn’t move. just holds you like she can’t stand the thought of letting go. “still think i’m cute?”

you scoff breathlessly, rolling your eyes. “shut the fuck up.”

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