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realcube · 2 months ago

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— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

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planetaryupscaled · 3 months ago

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Claiming Naivety

Male OC x Eunchae

Tags: 15k, smut, first time, creampie, oral, anal, gb, tw

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Eunchae was enjoying breakfast with her sister on a Saturday morning. They always made time like this to hang out. After all, they were the only family they each had. Eunchae's sister had dedicated her life to giving her all the love she could.

Eunchae, now that she was eighteen, had come to appreciate all her sister had done for her. The past year of her sister’s life was split between working and caring for her. But now that she was an adult herself and about to head to college in a few months, she hoped her sister would make time for herself again. Find new hobbies, make friends, and maybe even find a romantic relationship.

Eunchae herself hasn’t explored the romantic world either, but for different reasons. She dedicated herself to her studies as well as her love of art and music. While she may have lacked boyfriends, she made up for it with friends. In particular, she had four close friends: Eunwoo, Doyun, Chanwoo, and Minho. Her sister had teased her in the past for having four guys as best friends and predicted she would end up dating them. However, Eunchae asserted that wasn’t going to happen, proving herself correct. These guys were her friends, and no other funny business had ever occurred between them.

“Are your friends coming over tonight to hang out again?” her sister asked. Eunchae nodded. Her house was a frequent hangout spot for them. Her sister enjoyed having her friends around, too, and they often called her the ‘cool sister.’

“I’m glad to hear it. Now that you guys are adults, I can’t help but notice how handsome they are,” she said with a sly smile.

“Unnie! Gross! Those are my friends you’re talking about,” Eunchae said, shocked that her sister would comment on her friend’s appearance.

“Relax, I’m just saying. They wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I’m older, but can you imagine...,” she said, looking off into the distance.

“No! I can’t and won’t imagine that. Can we please talk about something else,” Eunchae said in protest.

Hearing that her sister even entertained the idea of being anything resembling romantic with her friends was beyond embarrassing. She appreciated that her sister hadn’t had any contact with a man in years, but she could start by dating men her age.

However, Eunchae calmed herself down; her sister was just teasing. Even if she was interested in her friends in that way, as her sister said, she’s older than them. Eunchae even doubted how much her friends were interested in romantic encounters at the moment. None of them had girlfriends or gone on dates, as far as she knew. The five of them just wanted to have some fun.

That evening, the four guys arrived together at Eunchae’s. She had made plans for them to play a board game. “Hey guys, I got the game set up in the backroom. I even added in the bird expansion, so there are even more bird powers you can use!” Eunchae excitedly said.

But as she led them to the room where she expected them to spend the next hours playing the game, the four boys were momentarily distracted by the arrival of her sister. “Hello, boys! It’s so nice to see you all. I trust you all are staying fit as ever?” she said to them.

“We try our best, Noona,” Eunwoo said in a flirty tone that alarmed Eunchae.

“You’re looking fit yourself,” Doyun added.

“Oh, stop it, you guys. You’re going to tempt me into doing something bad...,” she said. What the hell does that mean, Eunchae thought. She started pushing her friends down the hall, away from her sister.

Eunchae said, “Come on, I need to explain to you guys how the egg-laying mechanism works in the game.”

Finally, distancing herself from her sister's odd behavior, Eunchae got to work walking them through the board game she intended for all five of them to play over the next few hours. Ten minutes later, she was in the middle of explaining how food selection works. “If the dice show the same food, you can re-roll. But that’s optional,” she said as she showed them an example.

"Wow, Noona looked amazing! Has she been hitting the gym, Eunchae?" Minho asked, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“She’s been taking walks more, I guess. Anyway, you can only take food when you do the collection action...,” she said, changing the subject back to the game before getting interrupted once more.

“She was being really friendly with us. Even flirty,” Chanwoo remarked.

“Yeah, she kept talking about how handsome you guys were earlier today. She even wondered out loud if you guys were interested in her. It was pretty embarrassing to hear. Can you imagine!” Eunchae said with a laugh. She felt bad making fun of her sister like this, but her behavior was so odd today.

“Your sister interested in us?” Doyun asked, surprised.

“That’s not what I said. She was wondering if you all were interested in her. God, I feel cringy even telling you guys about it,” Eunchae said, clarifying. “But let’s talk about how nectar is used.” However, the boys were becoming less interested in the game.

“Dude, she said we were handsome. She hasn’t been with anyone lately. Do you think we might have a shot with her?” Doyun asked the group.

Eunchae’s eyes lit up in horror. These guys were actually interested in her sister? “Whoa, guys. She’s my sister. Can we not talk about her like this?” she asked.

“We’re not teasing, Eunchae. I don’t know about the other guys, but I think your sister is a stone-cold fox. I’m sorry, but if she is attracted to me, I’m taking my shot,” Doyun said.

The other three voiced their strong agreement. “Let’s go talk to her. She might be on board for anything,” Eunwoo suggested. This prompted the four boys to stand up.

Eunchae ran to the door and blocked it. Their willingness and her sister’s flirty demeanor tonight created a bad combination. She didn’t need her friends and her sister engaging in... funny business.

“Guys, wait. I’m asking you, as your long-term friend here, please don’t go flirt with my sister,” Eunchae said, appealing to the four guys.

They all looked at each other before Doyun replied.

“To be clear, we’re not looking to flirt. Let’s stop beating around the bush here and be clear. We want to have sex with your sister, and we think we have a real shot tonight at actually making this happen.”

While Eunchae didn’t say this, she agreed with her friends. With the way her sister has been talking today, she might let her friends seduce her. Eunchae did not need to have her friends turning her sister into their fuck buddy.

“Don’t do this, guys. She’s my sister,” Eunchae said desperately.

“We’re not asking you to watch or anything, Eunchae. We’re adults now. Your sister is an adult woman—a woman with desires and the ability to give consent. I’m sorry that you are uncomfortable with the situation, but you don’t have the right to interfere if everyone involved is on board starting a sexual relationship,” Minho explained.

She understood his point, but her point was she didn’t want her sister fucking her friends.

They started crowding Eunchae, trying to get past. The second they do, there would be nothing stopping them from starting a five-way orgy with her sister. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she could say to convince them. Suddenly, a viable idea occurred to her, and she voiced it.

“How about I flash you guys my underwear?” Eunchae blurted out.

All four of them halted their attempt to leave the room, and her cheeks flushed red. She couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth. She nearly spoke up, declaring it to be a joke, but she had managed to stop them.

“Really? Or are you just fooling us?” Doyun asked skeptically.

Eunwoo was also in doubt. “You’ve never been one for showing off. You wear a t-shirt and swim trunks over your one-piece bathing suit when we go to the pool.”

“I’m... not kidding. But only a quick flash! Just so you guys will calm down, and we can play the game,” Eunchae said with a shaky voice.

The four of them backed up and watched Eunchae with interest. They seemed to expect her to flash them right then and there. Eunchae’s mind raced with panicked thoughts. She had never done anything like this, and she worried she was opening a door she could never close. Would these guys expect her to do this again in the future? Would they start to see her as more than a friend? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

But in the short term, she needed to do this. Their having sex with her sister would change their relationship far more than briefly seeing her underwear. As she felt her face heat up, Eunchae gripped the bottom of her sweater tightly. Closing her eyes, she quickly lifted her shirt, feeling the cooler air hit her stomach and upper body chest. She then pulled her sweater back down. They saw her bra, even if just for a second. It was done. She opened her eyes to the smiling faces of her friends, still staring at her chest, even though the underwear was now not visible.

“Okay. Let’s get back to the game,” Eunchae said in a quiet voice.

But the guys didn’t follow her back to the table. “You only showed us your bra. You still need to flash us your panties,” Minho said.

“What?” Eunchae said, turning around in shock. “I didn’t say anything about my panties. That’s asking too much, guys!”

They looked disappointed but understanding. “You don’t need to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Eunchae. We’ll come back after we’re done to start the game,” Minho said as, once again, the guys headed towards the door and into the welcoming arms of Eunchae’s sister.

“Okay, look!” Eunchae yelled as she lifted her skirt, showing the four guys her panties. They all spun around and witnessed her underwear for the first time. Only this thin fabric was between them and their female friend’s most intimate area.

Confident they had seen what they requested, she lowered the skirt back down, restoring her back into a decent state. “We need to see the back of your panties as well,” Doyun added.

“What? Why?” Eunchae asked the question even though she could guess why.

Were they really so interested in her body that they needed to see her in her panties from different angles? The guys didn’t answer, so rather than wait for them to start walking towards the door again, Eunchae rolled her eyes and turned around. Lifting her skirt yet again, the four men enjoyed yet another view of her body that no man has yet seen until today.

The flowing air she felt on her cheeks reminded her that this underwear didn’t cover as much of her as she would have liked. She let the skirt fall back into place and felt relieved this was done. She hoped her friends would agree not to speak of this embarrassing day again.

“Wow, that was pretty hot, Eunchae. I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist side to you like that,” Chanwoo replied, still thinking about his friend in this new, sexy light.

“I didn’t do it for any weird reason like that! I just did it to convince you guys not to go try and get with my sister!” Eunchae replied in protest.

“Eunchae... why would giving us a quick flash of your underwear stop us from fucking your sister? She’s going to show us a lot more than just two seconds of her panties,” Doyun pointed out. Eunchae couldn’t believe this. Had she just embarrassed herself for no reason?

“Well then, how about I strip to my underwear and stay that way for the evening,” she offered, her muscles tensing up as she thought how shameful this was going to be for her.

“I’d love that,” Minho said, taking a seat as he looked forward to a much longer view of his longtime female friend in her unmentionables. The others followed suit. Once again, the naive teenager found herself in a situation where her friends anxiously awaited her to expose her body to them.

“You guys don’t really want to see me in my underwear, do you?” she asked them with a nervous laugh. Her friends responded with enthusiastic nods as they eyed her body.

Seeing no other path forward except letting her friends seek out her horny sister, Eunchae’s shaky hands reached for the bottom of her sweater. As she pulled it up and felt her stomach get exposed, she told herself it was nothing they hadn’t already seen, albeit briefly. The sweater rose to her face, and she knew that once again, her bra, holding her ample breasts, was on display for her friends.

“Fantastic,” Eunwoo commented as she placed her top on the ground.

The young lady instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but she knew she needed to finish the job first. She turned to face her friends before starting to push her skirt down, as she didn’t want them to see her rear end. But both Doyun and Chanwoo walked behind her, making that plan null.

The skirt slid down over the cheeks of her butt as she was again reminded that these panties didn’t cover the entirety of her ass. Trying to avoid bending over, Eunchae let the skirt fall to the floor. Her task was completed, but she now faced the humiliation of playing the game all evening in this state. Her friends would be able to view almost all of her exposed body whenever they wanted. She felt like a tramp, but her sister would be free from the eager hands of these four familiar guys.

“I’ll stay like this if you guys promise not to look at me too much. Now getting back to the player boards...,” Eunchae said, desperate to get back to her instructions once again.

But as always, her friends interjected before she could continue. “Eunchae, this is really hot. But your sister is going to show us her whole body, not just tease us in her underwear,” Doyun pointed out.

“God, I can’t wait to see her tits. So big and juicy. Fuck...,” Chanwoo said while mimicking their shape with his hands.

“Stop describing my sister’s tits! Jesus! I stripped to my underwear, and you guys still aren’t satisfied. Throw me a bone here,” the young woman complained.

“I’m looking forward to throwing your sister my bone,” Minho remarked.

“Shut up!” Eunchae had never seen this side of her friends. Were they really this anxious to fuck someone? And why did that person have to be her sister? But she understood their point about seeing her sister naked, as weird as that point was to make, countering it would be insanity. She would have to show them something she hadn’t planned to reveal until she got married in her late thirties: her naked body.

“Maybe I...,” she started to say, but then lost her words. The four guys waited for her to finish her thought, but she continued to stammer.

“Maybe you what?” Chanwoo asked curiously.

“Eunchae, you don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” If she wanted to keep these guys from knowing what her sister’s naked body looked like, she did, Eunchae thought.

“Maybe I am willing to show you guys more,” she said, finally getting her words out.

After a brief pause, the boys sought clarification. “Like your boobs?” Eunwoo asked.

“And maybe your pussy too? Your sister will certainly show us hers.” Doyun pointed out.

“You should get on a table and do a strip tease!” Chanwoo added.

“And then give us lap dances like our own personal stripper!” Minho said excitedly.

When Eunchae said she was willing to show more, she meant maybe a quick flash of her chest while keeping her nipples concealed possible. But before she could say anything, her friends turned this offer into her acting as a full-on stripper who showed every inch of her body and even sat in their laps. Any compromise she offered from here would only create disappointment that would drive them into the arms and other parts of her willing sister.

“Trust me, guys. You don’t want to see me naked. It’s not worth it. I’m not that attractive,” Eunchae said, vocalizing her self-doubts.

“Are you kidding? Seeing you naked has been a dream of mine since we met. But you have never shown any interest in that kind of stuff till now,” Doyun admitted. The other three were in total agreement. Eunchae was taken aback at this admission. Her friends thought about her naked? This was such a foreign concept to Eunchae. The thought of someone seeing her as a sex object was confusing. But she shook off this strange thought. She had a choice to make. Either strip nude for her friends or send them off to fuck her sister. The choice was clear, albeit incredibly embarrassing.

“Where do you want me to do this?” she asked as her four friends’ faces lit up with the realization that this was going to happen. They led her to the game table, where they pushed game pieces aside and helped her onto the table. Standing on the table, she realized how shameful of an angle these guys were going to have on her various... parts. But she was up here now, and backing down would spell an end to her sister’s innocence.

“Do you... guys have a preference on what I... start with,” she asked them as her hands moved back and forth between her bra and panties. She couldn’t bear to decide for herself. Whatever piece she thought about removing first would send an unintended message to her friends about her confidence in that part or would indicate that she wanted them to see this first or last. Let the guys decide.

But this proved to be folly. Half of them yelled for her to show her boobs first, while the other half demanded the sight of her naked pussy. Hearing both sides argue about what part of her body they wanted to see put Eunchae into a state of extreme agitation, and she found herself pulling her panties down without even realizing what she was doing. The arguing stopped instantly as her panties landed on the top of the table, and her bald pussy was put on display for all four men. In that instant, they became the first, second, third, and fourth men ever to see this sight.

“Holy shit Eunchae, you shave?” Eunwoo asked. Eunchae’s eyes looked at her private area with horror as she hadn’t considered this when she stripped.

“Yes... But only because I think it’s more hygienic. It’s not for any weird sexual thing, I promise.” She cried out as she covered her groin with her hands. “Stop looking at it!”

The guys complained that a stripper wouldn’t hide her nudity after stripping. “Stop calling me a stripper! That’s not what’s going on, and you know it!” Eunchae was getting flustered but knew her friends were trying to get a rise out of her.

“Keep going! Let’s see everything!” Chanwoo cheered.

“Do it, do it, do it,” Eunwoo started chanting as the others joined him. Half an hour ago, Eunchae was explaining to these guys how to place cards in the board game. Now, they were uniformly calling for her to remove the last piece of clothing she had on.

As she stood there with her hands at her crotch, the boys started to move to the other side of the table to get a view of her ass.

“Where are you going. Stop!” Eunchae cried. But soon, they were on all sides of her, and she was unable to prevent them from enjoying yet another aspect of her body.

After a few minutes of posing like she needed to pee, the teenager realized she couldn’t delay things any further.

“Fine! Just... I don’t know. Just don’t be weird,” she said, standing upright and removing her hands, exposing herself once more. All four men quickly rushed to view her womanhood again. She closed her eyes, and her hands went to her back. Despite having done this tens of thousands of times, her unsteady hands struggled to unhook her bra.

“Do you need help, Eunchae?” Chanwoo asked.

“No!” She cried. Getting stripped by her friends seemed even more shameful than stripping herself for them.

Finally, to her relief, she got it unhooked. But that relief was replaced with the horror that this meant her friends would now see her ample breasts as soon as she released her grip on the garment. She peeked out of one eye and saw all four long-time friends practically drooling over her chest in anticipation. As she debated her options, her shaky hands lost their grip, and before she knew it, her bra fell off. The weight of her boobs weighed on her chest, and at that moment, her friends came to know every intimate detail about her naked body.

After the accidental strip, Eunchae was frozen in place. The four guys were equally in shock as they studied the newly revealed source of their apparent long-time lust. The silence made Eunchae ask herself increasingly worried questions. Were they so quiet because her body is weird? Did they not like what they saw? Why did she now care if her friends liked her body or not? But the following sudden response of the men threw these negative thoughts out of her head.

“Holy shit, your tits are incredible!”

“Yeah, but how about that pussy? Damn!”

“I’ve got to see that ass again.”

“So... fucking... hot.”

All four of them simultaneously voiced their admiration for her body.

Eunchae became conflicted. Showing herself off like this was embarrassing, and she wished to get dressed again. But these compliments gave her feelings of warmth and pride—something she hadn’t felt before.

“I call first lap dance!” Chanwoo called out, breaking up the moment of self-discovery Eunchae was having.

“What? Lap dance? I’m not...,” she said, turning rapidly towards him. With her tits now free of the confines of clothing, they jiggled considerably. A fact that the guys noticed.

“You said you were going to be our stripper. Strippers give lap dances...” Chanwoo said as if the lap dance had already been agreed upon previously.

“I have been adamant that I am not your stripper. And it was your idea that I give lap dances. I never said I would!” Eunchae cried out. Her friends kept pushing the boundaries of this friendship at a quickening pace.

“That’s okay then. Thanks for letting us see your naked body, though. I can’t believe we are going to see you and your sister both naked on the same night,” Doyun said as he followed the others toward the door.

Eunchae was astounded at this. She had stripped fully naked for these guys, something she had never done before. And even with all that, they still wanted to seek out the sexual attention of her sister.

“Wait! I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to give lap dances,” she said, stopping her friends once again.

“Each of us can get one from you?” Eunwoo asked, seeking clarity.

The idea of rubbing her body against one of them was odd enough, but all four?

“Yeah...,” she said meekly.

Chanwoo moved a chair into the middle of the room, and one of the guys started playing music that was appropriate for a lap dance. Eunchae stood several feet away from her friend, still fully naked. A fact that she still couldn’t believe was true. She had never done anything like this, so she thought back to the various movies she had seen where the actresses gave someone a lap dance. Slowly, she started swaying her hips back and forth, which prompted loud cheers from the guys. Chanwoo’s eyes were locked on her tits which jiggled considerably even with Eunchae’s small movements.

“Come closer, Eunchae. Stand over my lap while you do that,” he said, waving her over. She tip-toed over slowly, hoping to keep as much distance as possible from her horny friend while she was in this nude state. Still, he beckoned her to continue until her tits were mere inches away from his face.

“Isn’t this a bit too close?” Eunchae asked.

“It’s a lap dance. You’re supposed to be as close as possible. Your sister would understand that,” Chanwoo said. Why would her sister know that, Eunchae wondered as her hip movements started up again. Her male friend was now close enough to see every detail of her tits. Weirder still was that he needed to lean his face in only a few inches to make contact with her chest. That thought got the inexperienced girl’s heart thumping.

Feeling emboldened by the erotic sight, Chanwoo reached out and put his hands on Eunchae’s bare hips.

“Chanwoo... what are you doing...,” Eunchae nervously asked him.

“It’s just your hips,” he replied.

The young man’s eyes diverted from her ample chest to her womanhood. In this embarrassing position, her pussy was situated just above his crotch. True, his parts were contained within his pants, but it was still in proximity to her very exposed parts. Her eyes were also drawn to an area in his pants that bulged out. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that was. The sight of her nude body had given her friend, likely all of her friends, an erection. A response before today, she wasn’t sure anyone had ever prompted her body. As she stared, she became curious to see more, but shook that thought out of her head. All this time, Chanwoo continued to watch Eunchae’s pussy.

“Turn around. Let’s see that naked ass shake,” he said. Eunchae did as he asked, but she took note of the change in dynamic. Her friends weren’t asking her. They were now telling her what to do. She truly was their own personal stripper now. But again, she remembered why she was doing this. If not, her sister would be in this exact position now. Her nude body being drooled over by her friends, or worse.

After watching her cheeks shake back and forth for a few minutes, her friend had another command. “Bend over. All the way.”

Eunchae looked back at him with a scared look. “Bend over? But you’ll see... Do you really need to see me in such a state?” She asked. Chanwoo shrugged, but if she protested, he would probably bring up her sister again and her willingness to do almost anything. A fact she wasn’t sure was true, but rather not tested. Eunchae bent over, holding onto her friend’s knees for support. The flow of cold air on the newly exposed area told her what this position was doing. Chanwoo was getting a close-up view of her pussy from behind. Rustling sounds behind her also told her that the other three friends had joined him in enjoying this view. Every second in this state was humiliating, and it would take another four minutes before she was told she could stand up.

“My turn,” Minho announced, taking the seat that Chanwoo had just been in. Eunchae was being passed around from friend to friend like they all wanted a turn lusting over her. It made her feel used but wanted. Her mind was a storm of conflicting feelings. For now, she obeyed the lusty commands of her friends. All the while telling herself every sexual gaze or embarrassing pose, she did was one less than her sister would do later.

Minho had her sit on his lap, her back resting against his front.

“Don’t just sit there, move that butt into me. It’s a lap dance, after all,” he explained.

As her bare ass slid back and forth on his crotch, the feeling of his erect dick became unquestionably noticeable. While she had seen Chanwoo’s contained in his pants, with Minho, she was feeling with him. With her own ass, no less. Why was it that he felt no shame in getting felt up like this while she felt like she was being used? Where did this power dynamic arise from? But she did admit feeling his dick rest between her butt checks was an erotic and naughty sensation. But feelings that were overwhelmed by the shame she felt for acting in such a way.

“Turn around and face me. I want to see your tits as I feel you grind into my crotch,” he said with confidence. She turned around and sat on him while facing him.

“Would it kill you to say please? I’m still your friend, guys,” Eunchae complained as she started up lap grinding on him again.

“Please shake your tits in my face while your ass rubs against my dick,” Minho said.

Eunchae gave him an angry look, and he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That was a joke. You’re right. I’m getting carried away. We’re just having fun.” Despite the apology, though, he didn’t pull back on his expectation that she continues to stimulate him with her nude ass.

As Minho sat there with her tits swaying close to his face, he placed his hands on her lower back. Slowly, they moved south until they rested just above the start of her cheeks. “Where are your hands going there, Minho?” the naked teenager asked her aroused friend.

“I was thinking about getting some hand full of your ass. Or should I hold off and wait until I get my hands on your sister’s?” He asked.

Eunchae was well aware that they were using her over-protective attitude toward her sister to get her to agree to more sexual things. But they seemed genuine in their desire to get with her sister, so she had to play along. Even if it meant her ass would now be open to the groping of a guy she had trusted for so long. “If you have to...,” she muttered.

Within the instant she said that his hands went straight to her ass and squeezed, prompting her to yelp out of surprise. He felt them in every way possible and manipulated them in all directions. Her other three friends sat behind her and witnessed this occur. The weirdest was when he would push her cheeks apart.

“Stop doing that, Minho!” Eunchae complained, feeling him push them apart yet again.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you’re showing...,” she started to say while trying to motion back subtly to her friends.

“If you’re worried his massaging of your ass is revealing your asshole to us, then so that you know, it is. We’ve seen it extensively now,” Eunwoo commented from behind her. Fantastic, Eunchae thought to herself. God forbid that her friends don’t see every square inch of her body.

Five minutes later and Minho had memorized how every nook and cranny of Eunchae’s ass felt. He then relented to give Eunwoo a turn at pushing Eunchae’s sexual boundaries. Eunwoo had her take the same position on him and wasted no time getting his own hands on her ample ass. Eunchae was now assuming all four of them were going to end up groping her naked ass. In fact, the whole rest of the night might consist of her cheeks getting felt up while stimulating her friends with a lap dance consisting mainly of crotch grinding. But this would be fine. She could handle this and waste away the night with this activity. Her sister would fall asleep in a few hours, free from the hands of her eager friends. What this meant for the future of Eunchae’s relationship with them was worrying. She doubted they would call this a one-time thing. More worrying was that Eunchae didn’t hate that idea.

While Eunwoo was enjoying the feeling of his friend’s behind, his eyes grew hungry for another part of her. “Lean in, Eunchae. I need to get my mouth all over those tits,” he said as his tongue dropped out of his mouth in anticipation.

“My... chest?” Eunchae said as she watched his tongue position itself inches from her nipples. Wasn’t seeing them enough? Wasn’t feeling her butt enough? Was anything enough for these guys? Why were her friends so horny for her and her sister?

“If you think you really need to in order to keep satisfied... okay,” the lap-dancing teen said while looking away.

The feeling of a warm, moist tongue rubbing all over her sensitive nipples made the young woman moan out involuntarily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her other friends grow excited by her moan. Eunchae herself was surprised by this. Even more surprising was how continued stimulation of her breasts by his tongue garnered a continuous reaction from her.

Small jolts of pleasure shot out of her chest with each manipulation of her nipples with his mouth. When he took the entirety of one of them in his mouth, she again loudly moaned, and this confirmed to her male friend that she was enjoying the experience, much to her shame. His mouth was relentless, and she found herself grinding into his crotch just a bit harder and faster. Her tits grew warm while the tenderness in them reached levels that were causing the inexperienced teen to writhe on top of her friend.

Eunwoo continued to be bold and brought his hands to grope her chest next. Eunchae voiced no opposition to this and welcomed it. The feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples acted to relieve the building pleasure in her chest that was driving her crazy. The manipulation of her tits by his hands spread this pleasure throughout her body. She was grinding hard into his lap and breathing heavily as her mouth stayed agape. The view of the shy, embarrassed girl was replaced with one experiencing pleasure and actively leaning into those feelings.

It was only when Eunwoo commented, “Damn, you’re horny,” that Eunchae was knocked back to her usual self. She became very aware of her moans and how welcoming she had been of her friend’s touch on her naked body. She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes.

Not knowing what else to do, she suggested, “Maybe we give Doyun a turn.”

Eunchae stood up off Eunwoo, her whole body shivering a bit from the impact of having her breasts sexually stimulated. The last of her friends not to get their lap dance yet was Doyun, who sat on the chair with a smile indicating he had a plan in store for the now-flustered teen. “Sit on my lap, facing away from me. If you enjoyed what Eunwoo did to you, you’re going to love what I have in store.”

Eunchae didn’t know how to react to this. Why did Doyun need to do anything to her? Wasn’t this about their pleasure? But she was enamoured with curiosity and wondered if he could give her the same rush of joy that Eunwoo had. She took a seat on him just as he had asked.

Just like with her previous two friends, the erection contained in his pants was readily apparent as she felt it on her ass. She suspected that Chanwoo, the final friend, would soon give her the opportunity to feel his penis as well. “Just relax and lean back against me,” Doyun said in a calming voice.

His hands started at her sides. While far from an intimate location, Eunchae was so unused to male contact that even having his hands on the bare skin of her side felt intense. As she leaned back, he nestled his face on her neck and started lightly kissing it as his hands moved up and down her sides from her hips to the sides of her bosoms. Her legs squirmed as the feeling of his lips on her neck was divine. It also made her appreciate that men had seen her naked and felt so many areas of her body, but she had still never kissed a man. That realization made her feel whorish, but as Doyun’s hands migrated to become the second man in the last half hour to grope her naked tits, she didn’t care anymore.

“Aahhhh,” Eunchae moaned out as her tits, neck, and most intimate areas tingled with pleasure she never knew her body could feel. Her reasons for doing this were long forgotten. All she knew was she didn’t want this to stop. And Doyun didn’t stop as the next minutes consisted of nothing but her tits getting worked over by the strong hands of her friend while she squired on the shaft of his cock. A cock that consumed her thoughts. It was ever so tempting to suggest possible next steps, not caring that she had an audience. But only Doyun knew where things were going to end up between them.

As Eunchae’s mind was adrift in lust, she failed to notice the downward movement of her close friend’s hands. Soon, his fingers made contact with the area that even her own hands rarely touched. The nude girl shot up as she felt two fingers run along the length of her labia. “Oh fuck!” She yelled out. Coming back to reality fast, she looked down to confirm where her friend’s hands had shifted. She grabbed them and held them in place to prevent further stimulation of that area.

“Whoa there. I think that’s taking things too far. I’m letting you grope my chest extensively. Why do you need to touch me there?”

“You have a beautiful body, Eunchae. Your face, chest, butt, and your pussy as well. Why wouldn’t we want to touch you there, too?” He asked.

“Thanks... but touching me there provokes... feelings. I’m not ready for intensity like that,” the still-panting woman admitted.

“Are you sure you aren’t ready? You were plenty wet from what I could feel.”

“No! I... it was... no!” Eunchae said, not liking that this detail was spoken out loud. “I’m not ready!”

Doyun moved his hands away from the groin of his friend. “I understand. That was asking too much of you. You should probably get off me then,” he said.

Eunchae was cautious of this. “Why? I didn’t say you had to stop feeling my other areas.”

“And those areas are fun. But I’m ready for more, and if you don’t want to progress, then we are going to...,” but Eunchae finished his thought.

“My sister. I got it... Actually, I am ready for you to touch my... private area,” Eunchae said.

“Are you sure?” Doyun questioned. Eunchae didn’t answer with words but grabbed his hands and brought them back to her pussy, all while opening up her legs.

Doyun resumed rubbing two fingers along her labia, but just ever so lightly. Still, Eunchae let out a moan that she worried would echo all the way to her sister’s room. Her friend repeated this motion again, then again, and settled into a steady pace of finger stimulation. As Doyun pointed out, Eunchae provided a lot of lubrication. Ever since she started getting touched by Chanwoo, this had been occurring, much to her embarrassment. But there was no hiding that from Doyun.

The build-up of pleasure that had been driving the teenager mad from just the chest groping. But with her stimulation now vaginal in nature, this build-up felt more intense. Something was happening in her, and with what her friend’s fingers were doing, it was happening fast. During a downward motion along her vaginal lips, one of Doyun’s fingers did a sudden turn and penetrated her slightly. This sent a rush through her legs that caused them to spasm. He repeated this maneuver and got the same reaction from the young woman. His finger went deeper and longer each time and was joined by a neighboring finger. Eunchae’s reaction only grew, and soon her muscles all over her body tensed up from this new feeling of having someone inside her pussy.

Eunchae’s hands had a death grip on the chair that supported them. She continued to writhe on her friend, grinding her ass uncontrollably into his dick still contained in his pants. The relentless finger assault on her pussy sent pulse after pulse of pleasure through her body. These pulses grew more intense with less time between them. Soon, the pleasure was constant, and she lost awareness of the world around her. The ecstasy grew to new levels, and Eunchae wondered if relief would ever be found. Her mind was filled with perverse thoughts, and she thought about all of the unspeakable things she could do with the cock that she felt between her ass cheeks.

Finally, the dam burst open, and her body, from her spine to her toes, convulsed in pleasure. Her concern about her sister possibly hearing her was long forgotten, and she wailed out in beautiful agony. As the orgasm relented its hold on her, she collapsed onto her friend, who grabbed her to prevent her body from sliding off. Eunchae had experienced something she didn’t know was possible.

She also didn’t know how long she had been on top of him as her friends watched her bare chest heave up and down. As her breath got under control, she turned her head and was face to face with the guy who had given her this sexual glee. She put her lips together and contacted his, an event that proved to be her first kiss. She reflected on how embarrassing this was later, having been given an orgasm by a guy before kissing them. A situation that would soon be repeated.

After sharing a few more kisses, they looked into each other’s eyes with bliss until Doyun asked, “Blowjob?”

Hearing such a brazen request caused Eunchae to shoot to her feet and off the lap of her friend. However, her legs were in no state to hold her weight, and she fell on her ass, putting her in a spread-legged pose that her friends enjoyed seeing. The nude girl wasn’t concerned with her body being exposed at the moment, though.

“A blowjob? What? From me?” She asked in her post-orgasm-confused state. She worried that while getting fingered earlier, when she imagined herself doing just such an act, she may have unknowingly vocalized a desire to take on such a task. But that wasn’t the case. This was simply a guy wanting to experience a blowjob from his increasingly sexually active female friend.

“Or your sister. Man, can you guys imagine her luscious lips wrapped around your...”

“Stop. Stop. You guys are trying to convince me to blow you by saying you’re going to seek oral from my sister otherwise. Seriously. Can you just agree not to seek out sexual acts from my sister? Is that too big of an ask,” Eunchae pleaded while on the floor with an exposed, shimmering pussy.

The four guys looked at each other. “Eunchae, we understand that you aren’t that interested in sex, events that occurred just five minutes ago notwithstanding. But we are. If your sister is willing to engage in blowjobs with all four of us. That’s her business. I’m sorry you feel that we are trying to manipulate you into doing anything. We aren’t. But we also aren’t going to turn down anything you are offering,” Minho said in a well-meaning tone.

As Eunchae thought about what her friend had just said, she began to accept the reality. She had done some embarrassing things, but there was no need to go further. Her sister was a woman, and these guys were men. Everyone was of legal age, and no cheating would occur. She wouldn’t get in the way of whatever it was they wanted to do with each other.

But then her mind visualized her sister being surrounded by the four cocks of her friends as she went back and forth sucking on them all. Her friends groped her naked body just as they had Eunchae’s, giving her sister the same feelings of uncontrollable lust. Eventually, they unload the contents of their cocks in her mouth and on her. From there, they progress to even more sensual activities. No! Eunchae couldn’t accept such an event occurring. And it was in her power to stop it.

“Get your dick out. I’ll suck it,” she said with her voice cracking. Doyun stood up, looking like he, well, looking like he just had his long-term female friend, whom he had long been attracted to, offer to blow him. Eunchae, meanwhile, was coming to terms with the many new sensations she was about to experience, all centered around the penis of her trusted friend.

With Eunchae on the floor, Doyun stood on the ground next to her. “How about you get my dick out. That will be fun,” he suggested. Not knowing how to argue otherwise, the nude teenage girl brought her shaky hands to the belt of Doyun. She fumbled with it for a while but got it loose, bringing her ever closer to the object of her soon-to-be oral fixation.

As she reached for the zipper of his pants, her hand slid by the bulge in his pants where his cock lay, sending a shiver up her arm. But she knew that in no time, she would be doing more than just glancing at his shaft. The zipper came down, and she unbuttoned his jeans, leaving a thin layer of cloth between her and his manhood. She could have easily pulled down his boxers, but took the opportunity to delay the appearance of his manly feature a few more seconds.

Released from the confines of his pants, his erection became much more noticeable, giving Eunchae a clearer idea of its size and shape. Seeing her pause and stare, Doyun checked in with her soon-to-be friend/lover. “Everything okay, Eunchae?”

His words almost startled the young woman, and she stammered in response. “What? Oh yeah. Everything is good. Just looking at... I mean, not looking at. But your penis is. Your dick looks good. I mean, no. No, not no... I’m going to shut up and take off your boxers.”

As she dwelled on the embarrassing word salad she just said in reference to her friend’s cock, she pulled down the boxers and, looking up, was taken aback at the sight of her first in-person penis. A very erect one at that, thanks to her efforts earlier. “Fuck...,” she said as her mouth when agape at its sight. It was huge, or at least she thought it was. The idea of fitting into... certain orifices of hers was intimidating, and she was thankful that wasn’t what she was preparing for.

But what she was committed to required her to do more than gawk at it, although she was enjoying her viewing of it. This raised questions, though, that Eunchae realized she needed to answer. How the fuck do you give a blowjob. She knew the obvious parts. You put the penis in your mouth. But was that all there was to it? Was she about to embarrass herself by giving the world’s worst blowjob, all while her friends watched? While giving it to a friend...

She reached up and gently took hold of the base of the shaft with her hand. She was doing it. She was actually holding a real dick in her hand. It was... fleshy. An obvious observation, but it was the best way she felt to describe it. It was firm but pleasantly smooth. She ran her hand up and down it a bit just to get a feel for it, and Doyun reacted positively to this. “God, that feels good. Your hands are so soft on my dick Eunchae,” he said, smiling. The naive girl was surprised at this. Was she actually giving her friend some sexual pleasure? Even with that small amount of effort?

This emboldened the nude teenager currently on her knees. Doyun didn’t ask for a handjob. He asked for a blowjob. So, there was no point in delaying things. Eunchae was going to take a dick into her mouth. She metaphorically dove in and took as much of his length into her as she could without risking ganging. Her lips then wrapped around his shaft, and she slowly pulled away from him, feeling his smooth skin glide along her.

“Fuck...,” Doyun groaned, voicing his approval of her first foray into getting face fucked. Eunchae considered it official that she had now lost her mouth virginity, if that could be considered a thing.

She started repeating this movement, driving the portion of his dick that fit in and out of her mouth, all while using her lips to massage all sides of the cock. After getting used to this, she decided to introduce her tongue to her friend’s dick. As she thrusted his dick once again into her mouth, her tongue swiped a quick lick in. Her taste buds were soon flooded with the taste of the pre-cum leaking out of him. It was an enjoyable salty sensation. But tasting this fluid reminded her of another component, which was Doyun’s sperm. While it was a small amount, for now, the idea of having her close friend’s sperm inside her was intimidating. In the right place, those little swimmers could cause her a lot of trouble. But her mouth was safe, and all the sperm Doyun could supply in this orifice wouldn’t get her pregnant. Despite her extreme nervousness in engaging in such an act, Eunchae admitted to herself that she was enjoying the experience, which was good as she had three friends likely eager for their turns.

As she got more creative with her tongue’s role in the blowjob, Doyun took hold of her head with his hands and started directing her to move faster and deeper. Soon her lips were running rapidly over the cock, and Doyun was breathing hard. Just as the young Eunchae wondered how much longer this might go on, her mouth became flooded with a warm liquid that overwhelmed her taste buds with the previous subtle flavor of his pre-cum. Eunchae had successfully made her friend orgasm, with her mouth no less. Thus returning the orgasm he had given her just earlier.

She pulled away from him, releasing his dick from her mouth. She briefly looked around as her mouth contained billions of his sperm until she finally swallowed, not knowing what else she could do. “Fan-fucking-tastic Eunchae,” Doyun said, needing to take a seat in the chair previously used for lap dances.

“Thanks. I guess,” the teenager said after having her blowjob skills complimented. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be good at this or not, but for now, she was glad the job was done. For one of these guys, at least.

She looked over at her other three friends in a different light than she had in the past. At this moment, they represented dicks that she needed to make cum.

“So... am I blowing one of you guys next?” Eunchae asked in maybe the most embarrassing question of her life.

“I’ll take a boobjob,” Eunwoo announced, standing up. A boobjob? Was there a menu of options that Eunchae was offering that she wasn’t aware of? Was her job tonight to fulfill all of their sexual requests? Still, considering she just took a dick in the mouth, it seemed to her that pleasuring one with your chest was a lesser ask.

“How do we do this?” she asked. Eunwoo was already pulling down his boxers when she asked, revealing the second cock of the day for the inexperienced 18-year-old girl with a stomach full of her friend’s cum. He laid on the floor as his cock awaited two large tits to surround it. This second dick looked no less large than the last one. And no less alluring either, Eunchae thought in the back of her mind. She was a bit excited to feel it.

She got on her knees and leaned over the fleshy staff. “Do I just rub my chest over it like this?” She asked as she positioned the dick between her ample tits. The idea that her body was ideal for such an activity was too much for her to accept.

Eunchae pushed her boobs inward together, compressing them around the dick, and started moving herself up and down the shaft of her friend. This was another first she had given up tonight, although she was certain ‘boob virginity’ was not a thing. She was almost able to surround the perimeter of his manhood completely. The feeling of having this male feature between her chest was odd—a combination of naughty and shameful. Two hours ago, if her friends had asked her to wear something that showed a bit of cleavage, she would have denied them and run off in total embarrassment at even being asked such a thing. Now she was fully naked and currently trying to induce her friend to cum by stimulating him with her tits. Eunchae was worried about what might happen in the next two hours.

Pre-cum from Eunwoo soon coated her bosom. Again, she thought about her friend’s sperm and how another part of her body was being introduced to it. Another safe area, but not headed in the direction she liked.

“Lie on your back,” he said as Eunwoo was looking to switch things around. Being requested to lie on your back fully naked by your friend, currently sporting an exposed erection, worried Eunchae, but she complied. Surely, he wasn’t taking things to that level. Once she was horizontal on her back, the eager male straddled her over her stomach and plopped down his cock between her chest. He then used his own hands to squeeze her tits together and resume the tit job. In control now, Eunwoo was much more vigorous with pumping his cock between her tits. In addition, having both his hands squeezing her tits while a dick used them for pleasure was having an erotic impact on the young lady.

Just as Doyun and Eunwoo gave her tit-stimulated pleasure during the lap dance, this boob job was proving no different. As she saw a dick thrust towards her face repeatedly, Eunchae began to squirm from the barrage of pleasure her chest was feeling. One orgasm was shameful enough to have in front of her friends, but a second one? Especially one derived from such an act would be too much to bear. But the possibility of such a thing happening disappeared as Eunwoo pulled himself out from between her tits. But she then appreciated that he hadn’t finished and wondered if maybe he didn’t plan to. But then the feeling of warm liquid spraying onto her chest brought her up to date with her friend’s plan. He was cumming directly onto his chest. The sight of a dick cumming was breath-taking to the inexperienced teenager. It shot out with force in multiple bursts. Each pump that hit her made her gasp as she appreciated what this liquid was and how erotic this act was. The smell of the cum hit her, and she found it invigorating and wanting more of it. If not on her chest, then other areas...

The last of his seed dripped out onto her, and Eunchae knew she had finished pleasing yet another friend. But two more remained. “I should go clean up,” she said, sitting up.

“No! Keep it on your chest,” Chanwoo said, with Minho nearby, shaking his head in agreement.

“What? But...,” Eunchae started to argue but quickly relented. If this is what they wanted, fine. She didn’t need to hear about how her sister would happily wear their cum with pride.

Having regained her strength from her orgasm earlier, Eunchae stood up. While wearing the cum of Eunwoo on her tits, she asked Chanwoo and Minho, “So what do you guys want to do?” Eunchae regretted her language as she was starting to sound like she was making herself free to be used for their sexual pleasure. Although, isn’t that what she was doing?

“Get on your knees,” Minho said. Figuring that meant he was volunteering to be next and wanted to feel her lips on his cock, she complied.

However, both men approached her while starting to unzip their pants. “Wait. Who am I blowing?” Eunchae asked as she watched both guys’ pants fall to the floor.

“Both,” Chanwoo said as he pulled his cock out, followed by Minho revealing his.

Eunchae understood. Earlier, she had visualized almost this exact scenario, albeit with her sister doing this instead of her. With the amount of cocks she had handled doubling, the nude teenager took hold of each shaft in either hand and started stroking them. They felt remarkably similar to Doyun’s. From here on, anytime she hung out with her friends, she would know the size, texture, and in most cases, taste of their cocks. Even in the most innocent of interactions, that knowledge would pop into her head in addition to images of the many acts she was partaking in tonight with them.

While she had two hands that were up to the task of jacking off her friends, she had but a single mouth. Eunchae elected to have Chanwoo become the second dick to penetrate her mouth. As her lips rolled over the bare skin of his manhood and her tongue teased his tip, she came to appreciate his cock had a different taste than her previous oral partner. His, likely from the healthy amount of pre-cum, had a bit more of a metallic taste. That made her curious about what Minho tasted like, and she switched her mouth over to his and found it to have more of the salty taste that Doyun shared. She wondered then about the only cock in the room she hadn’t sucked on, Eunwoo’s. But she realized this was embarrassing to consider. She would not ask to give her friend a blowjob just to compare his taste to the others.

Over the next five minutes, Eunchae worked the two cocks with her hand while giving them oral pleasure as equally as she could. “God, I’m getting close,” Chanwoo moaned.

“Me too. Your mouth is heaven, Eunchae,” Minho said.

“Okay, so where do you want to...,” the teen asked before her question was thoroughly answered. Cum out of both dicks sprayed onto her face.

“Don’t stop your hands,” Minho commanded as cum continued to splatter over the surprised face of Eunchae. As the last of it hit her, the boys again complimented her ability to get them to cum, saying she had a talent. A talent that the cum covered friend wasn’t sure she welcomed.

But Eunchae breathed easily, knowing that her friends were sexually satisfied and her sister was free of the horny hands and cum of her friends. “Now that everyone has been... serviced? Can we get back to the game now?” She asked as she looked towards the table. She expected they would want her to play naked and keep her cum coating on. That was fine, and the smell of cum continued to intoxicate her. But the guys didn’t give her the immediate confirmation of that plan.

“Eunchae. I think you’re underestimating the sexual appetite of men,” Doyun said. She turned to face him and was met with her still-naked friend, sporting another erection.

“You’re kidding me...,” she said as she remembered taking his cum into her mouth just half an hour ago.

“What can I say. I’m enjoying the view,” Doyun said, looking over his friend’s seeded body.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’m blowing you guys more,” Eunchae said as she took one last longing look at her board game that remained unplayed. Although she didn’t resent the idea of four men focusing their sexual lust on her again.

“Your blowjob was, well, orgasmic, Eunchae. But we’re looking for the real deal now. Something I don’t think you are willing to do. So you sit tight here, and we’re going to go hang out with your sister for a bit,” Minho said.

“You mean you’re going to go fuck her,” Eunchae said, thinking that now that she was covered in cum, the time to stop glossing over what people really meant has passed.

“Yes, we want to have sex with your sister.”

The four men got up, not bothering to put their clothes on. Eunchae wondered if they were really going to solicit sex from her sister while naked like this? But as she thought about it, the sight of four naked and erect boys outside of her bedroom might make her sister all the easier to convince her sister to engage in sex. Eunchae had an obvious path to avoid this. Offer her own body in place of her sister’s. But that would mean giving up her big V-card. Her real virginity. She couldn’t get that back. But did she really care about holding on to it? She had just engaged in a five-way blowjob orgy. Was claiming technical innocence worth knowing her friends would soon fill her sister’s willing womb with their cum?

Once again, she stopped them right as they started leaving the room.

“Wait...,” the nervous virgin said.

Her four naked guy friends turned around. “Yes?” Chanwoo asked.

Eunchae paused and couldn’t get the words out. “You know what I’m going to say. Don’t make me actually say it,” she said in a shaky voice.

“I need to hear you say it,” Chanwoo said to the nods of the others.

“Y—you... you can fuck me,” she muttered.

“Aren’t you a virgin?” Eunwoo asked, speculating on the sexual experience of his friend.

“Yeah... but we got to start sometime, right?” The four nudes looked at each other.

“I don’t know if you really want to do this, Eunchae. Maybe you should just let us get with your sister and save yourself for a future boyfriend,” Doyun mentioned.

“I know we’ve done a lot of stuff tonight, but I agree. I don’t think this is something you really want,” Chanwoo added. Eunchae was getting frustrated hearing this. She wasn’t drunk, being blackmailed, or anything else. She is giving her consent, and these big dick jerks are still doubting her intentions. She needed to be extra clear.

“I’m telling you that I want to feel your cock inside my pussy! Fuck me now and fuck me hard, you jerk!” She yelled out.

Eunchae felt her pride sink to a new low, but it had the intended effect. “Okay, Eunchae, chill. We will have sex with you. But which of us do you want to have sex with first?” Eunwoo asked, holding his hands up to calm down the eager teenage girl.

“Why do I have to choose?” Eunchae protested.

“Because usually girls choose who they lose their virginity to,” Chanwoo said. The nude girl couldn’t argue with that, but by what logic could she even pick? Whoever she chooses would probably send an unintended message that she felt that one was more attractive or appealing to her. Up until an hour ago, when she started feeling their dicks, Eunchae never saw these guys in that light.

Her eyes were drawn to their dicks which were all now erect. She swore they looked even bigger and had trouble believing they would fit inside her. Not that she had ever explored fitting things in that part of her. But she realized she had been checking out their cock for a while and turned around in embarrassment.

Picking them based on their size would be the last thing she would want to do. It’s not like they all wouldn’t end up fucking her anyway. Oh god, all four of her friends are going to fuck her tonight, Eunchae realized. Why wouldn’t they? They had all wanted a lap dance from her and afterward wanted her to make them cum. She had agreed to a full-on orgy with her best friends. So many words popped into her head that she would use to describe women who partake in such activities. Descriptors that she would soon apply to herself.

“I’ll just pick random. We have dice, after all,” she said, walking to the table. At least a small part of the game would be used, she thought. It would be weird as from here on, every time she rolled the dice playing, she would remember how she used it to decide who broke her hymen and made her a ‘real woman.’ But as she grabbed the dice, she saw the bag of bird eggs, which served as an important reminder to her.

“You guys have condoms?”

All four shook their heads.

“Well, we can’t have sex without condoms, so I guess it’s not happening,” Eunchae said. That would give her a short reprieve from giving up the goods to these guys, but she knew next time they would come over, they would probably bring a pack or something obscene.

“Your sister would probably let us fuck her without condoms,” Chanwoo remarked.

Why were these guys making so many assumptions about the sexual nature of her sister? Eunchae fretted. But would her sister go so far as to forgo protection to get with guys younger than her? What worried her most was that she knew for a fact that, like her, her sister wasn’t on protection. A year ago, Eunchae’s sister came to her asking if she would like to start birth control. Eunchae declined, saying she wasn’t planning on being sexually active. Her sister remarked she wasn’t on birth control for the same reason.

“Then promise you’ll pull out and cum on my chest. You guys seemed to enjoy doing that,” Eunchae offered as a compromise. This made her unbelievably nervous as she knew pre-cum contained sperm. In addition, this would require a lot of trust in some guys proving to be extraordinarily horny.

“Eunchae, your sister will probably let us…” Chanwoo started to say before the virgin girl objected.

“If you’re suggesting my sister will let a group of teenage boys cum inside her and risk a pregnancy just for sexual satisfaction, you’re wrong!”

But Eunchae wasn’t sure about this. It’s not like she has discussed anything like this with her sister. Given that she existed at all, though, proved that her sister was capable of agreeing to unprotected sex with men she wasn’t married to. Given her built-up lust, would she repeat this mistake? With her sister’s teenage friends, even?

“So you’re saying the only way you guys won’t cum inside my sister is if I let you guys cum inside me,” Eunchae asked.

“That’s not fair! You make it sound like we are making you do this. Eunchae, if you don’t want to fuck us, then don’t!” Doyun complained.

“Then don’t have unprotected sex with my sister!”

“Be reasonable. We’re guys. All we think about is sex. If a hot woman is willing to let us have sex with her, protection or no, we’re going to take her up on it. I’m sorry that it happens to be your sister,” Eunwoo said, laying out their position.

“But I’m not on birth control. Do you guys really want to risk getting me pregnant?” Eunchae asked as her mind started to panic that she was even considering this.

“It’s not that I want to impregnate you. I want to cum inside a beautiful woman tonight. It seems we have two candidates,” Eunwoo said.

What the hell was happening, thought Eunchae. How did tonight go from a board game about birds to her friends willing to impregnate her or her sister? And what had happened to her in these few hours that she was taking this willingness as a compliment and becoming very tempted by it.

A child would change almost everything Eunchae had planned in her life. College, a husband, and even where she would live would all be drastically changed by getting pregnant at age 18. But the alternative was her sister getting pregnant. By the seed of her friends. God, would one of these guys become her brother-in-law? Oh god, would she have ended up blowing her brother-in-law?

“I’m not saying I want to... yet. But if we did this... and something were to... take hold inside me. Would you guys take responsibility?”

All four of them voiced enthusiastic agreement with that.

“Are you kidding? I’d happily!” Minho said. Eunchae wondered just what that meant to her friends. Were they indicating they would marry her? Or just raise their child? Were they saying that to get in her pants? Even though she wasn’t wearing any right now? Today was proving mind-bogglingly life-changing to the sexually inexperienced teen girl.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby, but I think I’m ready to go all the way with you guys,” Eunchae finally admitted.

This was crazy. She was basically asking these guys to impregnate her to prevent herself from getting a brother-in-law. As per her plan, she headed to the game table and rolled the dice. The four guys continued to look shocked that their friend, who had shown no interest in any sexual before, was now using a board game piece to pick which of them would get the first shot at impregnating her. Assigning each guy to a bird food picture on the die, the luck of the roll favored Eunwoo. He would be the first to partake in the most intimate of actions with his friend.

A wide-eyed Eunchae went and lay on the floor, deciding this was where it would happen. Eunwoo inched closer to her, but still questioned things. “I only want to do this with you, Eunchae, if you really do,” he asked as his erection showed his body as fully onboard.

Eunchae didn’t want to go through this whole exercise with her friend doubting her resolve, so she made things clear.

“Take that cock of yours and fuck my pussy with it until I squeal from cumming. Then fill my womb with so much cum there will be no doubt that I’m pregnant.”

Eunchae's direct words took all four men by surprise. But as the night advanced, none questioned her desire to do this again.

But the soon-to-be ex-virgin’s confidence was just for show. In reality, she eyed his cock with immense anxiety. Both in terms of its size and the millions of little swimmers it would soon dispense. All it would take is for one to find its target. Her eggs. She wasn’t one to keep track of her cycles, but from a quick estimation in her head, this was not the day to be doing this.

Eunwoo joined her on the floor and climbed on top of her, putting his face next to hers. “I’m going to take this slow, okay?” He informed his soon-to-be lover. She put on a brave face and gave him a nod like she had done this a hundred times before. Given how horny these guys were, that scenario might become the truth soon.

Eunchae felt the entrance to her womb get tickled, but she knew this wasn’t any finger touching her. Soon, the appendage in question started applying pressure, and she took one last breath as a virgin. Eunwoo’s dick penetrated her, and a shot of pain sent a clear message to the young woman. She was fucking her friend. True to his word, Eunwoo didn’t immediately start pounding her mound despite her early boast that she wanted them to ‘fuck her hard.’ The pain was more than she expected, but was fading fast. The cock in her pulled out slowly and then back in. This generated new pain, but it was less intense and faded even faster. Eunchae appreciated that the worst was over and was thankful that Eunwoo was proving to be such a thoughtful and skillful sexual partner.

He continued to slide in and out of her, with the pain becoming almost non-existent. The fading of the pain was a relief, but her major concern still loomed large. Even now, she knew sperm was already leaking out of the cock currently fucking her. It was a small amount, but would soon be joined by a flood of fellow swimmers. A flood with one goal. To impregnate her. But for now, Eunwoo was picking up the pace and delving deeper into her with each stroke. They continued to be face to face, and while she tried to look away or close her eyes. However, often their eyes would meet. Was it weird that she wasn’t kissing him? Or if she tried to, would that make it weirder?

Eunchae had expected sex to be much like when she got fingered earlier by Doyun, but that was proving not to be the case. The feeling of getting stretched out over and over by the cock was... unusually pleasant. As well as the friction caused by the movement of his dick inside her. While she still would have liked to be using protection, the skin-on-skin contact was so intimate. The recently devirginized teenager felt every textured detail of him slide inside her. Despite her earlier appreciation of him taking it slow, she was now finding herself eager for him to go faster and harder. While not something she consciously decided to do, her hips started humping in unison with Eunwoo’s thrust, driving him to go deeper into her.

As she was getting comfortable with the experience, a facial expression of pleasure reminded the young woman of the reality of the situation. Eunwoo was approaching his limit, and with that event, the potential impregnation. Feeling the cock inside her, Eunchae had second thoughts about her earlier acceptance of becoming a sister-in-law. Why was she doing this? She could ask her friend to withdraw, and he would comply. Her virginity wouldn’t be restored, but she would be left without this life-changing event occurring. With that thought, Eunwoo’s dick reached a new depth within her, and Eunchae let out a moan, and her legs stirred underneath her current lover. This redirected her attention to the three friends watching the sex show she was freely giving them. Three guys were watching but really waiting for their turn. And if not Eunchae, they would be watching her sister take on the nine-inch cock in her pussy. Her sister would be the one about to get inseminated.

Seeing Eunwoo’s face contort further as his orgasm was approaching rapidly, Eunchae steeled her nerves. This was the right decision.

“Get me pregnant,” she said to Eunwoo.

She pulled his face into hers and kissed him passionately right when she felt the sensation of a warm liquid enter her. Over the next minute, he stayed inside her while enjoying the feel of her lips on his. All the while, the last of his cum, and potent sperm entered the womb of his friend. Eunchae had been inseminated.

Eunchae pulled her face back and looked at Eunwoo with eyes the size of frisbees. As he withdrew from her, leaving her on the floor naked and cum filled, she calmed herself down. Would one load of cum really get her pregnant? But then she saw the eager faces of her friends, one load on her foot. Even Eunwoo was talking about doing more.

“That was so incredible. I’m going to focus on getting ready for my next turn,” he said, taking a seat on the floor to watch the next sex show Eunchae would be starring in.

Next time, she thought? How many times was she going to get fucked today? Minho announced that it was agreed he would go next. Apparently, Chanwoo and Doyun had something planned, which made Eunchae greatly curious. But she couldn’t dwell on that too much as she was about to experience the feeling of yet another long-term friend cumming inside her. Wanting to keep things fresh, he asked that she ride him on top of his dick. As Eunchae saw him lying on the floor with his erection pointing straight upward, she wondered why it was necessary to change things up with a girl you haven’t had sex with yet. A thought that instantly left her lead as she lowered herself onto her newest lover.

Being on top this time, Minho’s cock was able to penetrate her fully right off the bat. A feeling that the newly introduced teenager didn’t appreciate until now. She let out a loud gasp, and her whole body shivered briefly.

“God, your pussy feels so good and wet,” Minho said as his hands took hold of her tits.

That was not a compliment Eunchae had expected her to hear today, if ever in her life. But as the shock of the giant cock entering her wore off, she gradually started lifting herself up and down on it. In this position, she was mostly in control. Minho was eagerly lifting his hips to encourage her to pick up the pace.

Eunchae found her rhythm and was sliding the inside of her vaginal walls against her second cock of the day. The same pleasurable experiences she encountered with Eunwoo resumed. But with her nerves about getting impregnated relaxed somewhat, she was able to focus on chasing these feelings. As she humped the equally large dick, she manipulated the angle of attack to maximize her pleasure. This worked maybe too well, and as the tip rubbed against a very sensitive area she found, Eunchae let out a loud “Fuck,” and her ass twitched as a wave of sexual glee spread out from that spot. Taking a minute to recover, she started her humping back up, telling herself to avoid doing that again as it was just too intense.

However, not twenty seconds later, her curiosity and lust got the better of her, and she manipulated her body to experience that again. Ready for it this time, the next wave that hit her didn’t interrupt her rhythm, and she let out a long moan that she felt a bit embarrassed about. Opening her eyes, she saw the teasing face of Minho smiling back.

“Shut up! I’m letting my four best friends try to impregnate me. I’m not going to be shamed for enjoying myself,” Eunchae said before closing her eyes again.

Minutes later, the tip of the dick was hitting this orgasmic spot constantly, and the newly introduced to sex teenager was in a continuous state of moaning. Her lover was no longer teasing her as he was focused on not cumming early to the sexually charged sight he witnessed on top of him. Eunchae was humping his dick with a purpose. Wave after wave was crashing throughout her body until it became a steady stream of ecstasy. She used her hands to ensure Minho kept a firm grip on her tits as it was adding to her full-body pleasure. She knew she was building up to something grand and needed to see it to its mind-blowing conclusion. Her vision was starting to go white, and any doubt, shame, or worries she had been now gone. A live news crew could walk into the room, and she wouldn’t stop driving her pussy into this dick. Finally, after one last slide of the dick inside her, the build-up exploded.

“Coming, coming,” Eunchae muttered as she felt her legs convulse and her toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she worried this state she was in would drive her mad if it continued, but she simultaneously wanted it never to stop.

But it finally did, and she fell into her second sexual partner’s chest, gasping for air after she realized she had forgotten to breathe during her orgasm. It was only a minute later that she questioned whether Minho had even finished, but the feeling of fresh liquid leaking out of her confirmed it. As the logical side of her brain booted back up, she knew this meant she had added another name to the list of potential fathers of the child she soon expected to start growing inside her.

Eunchae rolled off of Minho and onto the floor. That was the second orgasm of her life, and her friends had witnessed both on this same night. That one was more intense, too, and she worried about what would happen if these boys got her there a third time. Because she was certain, they wanted to try. And try all night.

As she lay on the floor looking upwards, two dicks came into her view, and she knew Doyun and Chanwoo were standing over her. “How are you doing?” Doyun asked her. She knew he was probably eager to feel her pussy with his dick. Eunchae didn’t vocalize this, but she was keen to let them try after the heaven on earth she experienced.

“Who is next,” she asked, hoping she wasn’t starting to sound like a sex-crazed slut, asking for her next dick.

“Both of us,” Chanwoo said with a devilish smile.

“What the fuck does that mean,” Eunchae said, sitting up. He didn’t immediately answer her, and Eunchae looked around the room at her friends to try to understand what she was missing.

Her last lover finally explained as he lay on the spot where they had just made love. “Chanwoo and Doyun want to fuck you in your ass and pussy at the same time. They want to double penetrate you,” he explained.

“My ass? While I’m getting fucked? I just lost my virginity twenty minutes ago. Now my ass needs to get penetrated? Isn’t fucking my pussy enough?” She fretted.

Chanwoo and Doyun looked at each other. “As we keep saying, Eunchae, you don’t have to do this. We will happily go to your...,” Doyun started to say, using the same excuse that they have been using all night.

“No! My sister may be willing to have sex with you guys. She may even be willing to have unprotected sex. But I know my sister. She isn’t up for getting ass fucked by her sister’s friends while another takes a shot at impregnating her at the same time!” But once again, Eunchae asked herself if she really knew that. What sister knows the sexual kinks of their sister?

“We’ll let you know what she says when we offer,” Chanwoo said, leading Doyun out of the room.

“How about you fuck my butt one on one?” Eunchae offered. Oh god, did she just offer her asshole now?

“I might take you up on that afterward, but for now, we’re sticking with our plan,” Doyun said without even turning around.

“Why does it have to be at the same time,” Eunchae cried out.

“It’s hard to explain. But once you do it, you’ll know,” Chanwoo replied.

“Then show me,” she said, going red in the cheeks at her sudden decision. Hearing that, the two boys finally turned around. “If it’s difficult to put into words, then demonstrate it with me,” she muttered.

“So you’re saying we can...,” Doyun cautiously asked.

“Don’t make me say it. Just tell me what I need to do,” Eunchae said, looking away.

Chanwoo lay on the floor on his back. They were going to create an Eunchae fucking sandwich, as Doyun described it. She climbed on him and laid on him so they were stomach to stomach. She maneuvered downward until she was low enough that Chanwoo can penetrated her with his dick. She started to hump it, almost out of instinct, but the boys told her to wait. As her third cock waited inside her, Eunchae looked back nervously as Doyun joined them. He held himself up just above, and she felt his erect cock resting against her butt crack.

“For this part, I would recommend you try and relax your asshole as much as possible while I put my dick into you,” Doyun said calmly.

That was a sentence she had not expected to hear tonight when she invited them over to play a board game. She did her best as Doyun directed his tip to her most intimate of entrances. And the only one that had been cock free until now.

It took considerably more pressure to penetrate her ass than her pussy, but it finally popped in, and finally Eunchae experienced the feeling of having two dicks inside her for the first time. Her ass barraged her with feelings of pain and pleasure, and Eunchae started squealing. The two mixed and formed a new sensation that the young girl couldn’t process at first. Doyun took hold of Eunchae’s body and started pumping her on and off of not only his cock implanted in her ass but Chanwoo’s as well.

This was giving her double the pleasure as she was being stretched in both places now. Twice the feeling of a hard cock sliding inside her and twice the sensitive spots being massaged. Her ass was relaxing and feeding her feelings of pure pleasure now. Her friends were rocking her body hard, and she learned what they meant. This feeling couldn’t be described, and she was glad she had agreed to it.

Her muscles all over her body started tensing up as sparks of pleasure burst all over her body. Even in unexplainable areas like her tits and neck. But as she tensed up from this sexual joy, it had the bonus effect of making her squeeze tighter onto the cocks ravaging her insides, sending even more orgasmic pleasure into her body. It was creating a viscous pleasure cycle that sent her skyrocketing up a mountain of ecstasy. When it would peak was unknown to the writhing, naked woman.

Eunchae’s mind thought of nothing but sex, and she started blurting out her thoughts without any sense of shame.

“Don’t stop fucking my holes. Don’t ever stop. I want to do this forever with you. Fill my ass and pussy with cum. Impregnate me and make me your forever whore. Oh god!” The young woman couldn’t tell if she was having two orgasms or one large one.

But in either case, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she was screaming, but no sound came out as the pleasure flooded into her spine, making her back arch. Her hands flayed wildly as if looking for something that could release her from the intensity she felt from cumming.

Her lovers could do nothing but fill her with their seed, which they did happily. Chanwoo added his sperm to the ever-increasing pool seeking to impregnate Eunchae while Doyun came inside the last orifice of Eunchae’s that had been cum free.

When Eunchae’s vision returned several minutes later, the first thought that popped into her head was that this friendship was forever changed. There’s no way you can let two guy friends double-team you like that and expect things to stay the same. But would they change for the better or worse? Eunchae herself didn’t even know what she wanted the future to hold. But as she sat up, she knew one thing. Eunwoo and Minho were both hard again. Her protection of her sister’s innocence from these horny teenagers was still in question.

“Who’s next, and where do you want to put it?” She asked the men.

The orgy continued for five more hours. Doyun took a shot at impregnating her as well. Multiple times, in fact. All four of them cycled between Eunchae’s different holes, but most enjoyed her pussy. There were, of course, breaks in the actions, but in that time frame, she never went more than twenty minutes without at least one dick in her.

Towards the end of the night, the guys began pushing Eunchae to reveal how many times she had cum, as it had become difficult to tell.

“A proper lady doesn’t reveal such intimate details,” she teased as cum leaked out of her ass and pussy from the last round of double penetration they engaged in.

The night ended when yet another dam of pleasure burst open in Eunchae and proved too overwhelming for her to remain conscious. Her friends were spent at that point and left, leaving Eunchae’s sister untouched that night. When the over-sexed girl woke up in a very sore, cummed covered state, she panicked that her sister might find her like this and quickly cleaned herself and the room up as best she could. But the room had a lingering smell of cum in it. The smell made Eunchae’s legs squirm a bit, but she hoped her sister wouldn’t recognize it if she ever came back here.

Having lost a lot of fluids last night, while gaining a lot as well, Eunchae headed to the kitchen, where she was glad to find her sister had made breakfast. She grabbed a plate and sat at the table with her.

“You guys played that game of yours late last night. Your friends must have really enjoyed themselves,” Eunchae's sister said without a hint indicating she actually knew what happened.

“Yeah... it was fun,” Eunchae said, not able to look her sister in the eyes. They both sat in silence for a few minutes with an awkwardness in the air that had never been present before.

“Eunchae, I have something to tell you. And I need you to let me finish before you respond,” her sister asked, looking nervous.

“Okay...,” Eunchae replied, putting down her fork. She anxiously expected her sister to reveal she knew about her orgy last night and expected a lecture on safe sex. A lecture that was a day late, likely, Eunchae thought, putting her hand on her tummy.

“I appreciate that what I’m about to tell you will make you upset and may even make you feel betrayed. I know I messed up, but I hope you at least understand why I did this.” Eunchae suddenly had no clue where this was headed, but kept quiet as her sister had requested.

“Starting five months ago, right after the last of them turned eighteen, I have been engaging in sexual activities with your four friends. Wait. I should be clear about this, as you are an adult and need to hear the truth. I have been having sex with them. Orally, vaginally, and anally. Often at the same time. Your friends have a touch that drives me wild. Often, I pass out in an orgasmic spasm, only to wake up the next day hungry for more. We meet together whenever we can, which is 4 to 5 times a week. I should also mention that I got addicted to the feeling of their bare skin inside me, and thus, we haven’t been using protection. I’m... three months pregnant. I’m not sure which of them is the father, nor do I need to know. I’m so sorry about this. I tried to tell you yesterday, but you seemed so off-put by the idea of me being attracted to your friends. But I knew I had to tell you today, no matter what. How mad are you with me?”

Eunchae sat looking at her sister calmly for a minute before responding.

“Could we pretend you didn’t tell me this yet? My friends are coming over tonight, and there’s a new game we invented last night that I want to keep playing with them. Maybe we tell them in three or four months?”

Her sister smiled at her with understanding eyes.

“You should probably put some lube on your asshole. Trust me, it will help.”

#eunchae smut #le sserafim smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader

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blitziwitchwrites · 12 days ago

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HOW TO GET A PH.D IN BOYS! masterlist. pairing: plug!ryomen sukuna x girly gamer!reader content warnings: MINORS MDNI, 18+, light angst, fluff at the end if you squint, lowk misogynist sukuna, girly gaming being spoken down on, light gamer lingo, drug use, smoking, marijuana use, frat party, pink and hyper feminine reader, reader is lowk referred to as small, crush at first sight, sukuna’s down bad already y’all author’s note: i will be a sukuna d rider until the day i die. this was definitely one of my favorite ones to write and my most forward to writing about mwhahahaha. hope y’all enjoy! feel free to like, comment, or reblog! it gives me inspiration to keep writing!

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plug!sukuna had first seen you at a frat party, tucked away in your own little corner of the room, sitting with a group of your friends as you continuously checked your phone, anxiously biting your nails and your lip as you half-listened to your friends, but kept distracting yourself as you kept glancing on your phone.

plug!sukuna didn’t think you’d be the type to hang around someone like him, but he thought you were the prettiest little thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. so, of course, he had to walk over to you once your friends wandered off, without you noticing, and had to ask what your name was.

plug!sukuna who watched you with wide eyes when you suddenly jumped, startled, taking a step back and putting your phone in your pocket.

but of course, despite your reaction to him, plug!sukuna, just had to put on his classic cocky grin, asking you if you were texting a boyfriend or something instead of hanging out with your little friend group.

plug!sukuna who genuinely thought you were talking in a language from another planet when you began to explain to him that you were actually reading the reviews of a new expansion pack on the sims and were anxious to get home and try the free version you received from ea games for your twitch streaming channel. he couldn’t help but think that perhaps he was higher than he thought he was.

plug!sukuna who asked you what the hell twitch was, only for you to pull out your phone and begin scrolling on your twitch app, showing him your streaming account and your followers and all of your different streaming thumbnails and past streams, each photo attached with pink and sparkly filters and stickers while each video title had enough emojis to practically blind him, even your profile picture pink with sparkles and a cute little picture of you sitting in a white and pink gaming chair that practically swallowed you whole, lit up on the edges with hot pink led lights and fairly lights strung around you in your little corner of your bedroom.

plug!sukuna who couldn’t help but scoff, looking at you and commenting, “so you’re one of those girly gamers, huh?” only for you to frown and ask him why he sounded like he was insulting you. plug!sukuna who asked if you only played easy and pink games instead of actually hard and gruesome games that were actually challenging and took more skill instead of just ‘pressing buttons to plant flowers’.

plug!sukuna who hadn’t meant to hurt or offend you, and couldn’t help but frown in unison with the hurt look on your face when you just suddenly turned and walked away from him without saying another word.

plug!sukuna who didn’t think anything of it, or think about you again for another week, until he had a client at his door, looking for their fix, walking off with a giddy smile, talking about how they always loved to smoke at night and watch your gaming streams, talking about how you were playing silent hill and they didn’t want to miss a second of it.

plug!sukuna who decided to do the same, a few moments later after they’d left and he’d settled into his bed for the night in his apartment, turning on his laptop and creating a twitch account, loading up your stream as he lit a joint and watched you play the horror game on the stream, before he looked through your streaming history as he watched, realizing you actually did play a lot more than the sims and stardew valley and date everything.

plug!sukuna who asked around the school, finally catching ahold of one of your friends, finding out where you lived. after watching your stream that night, he went to your apartment with a few pre-rolled joints, knocking on your door, only for you to answer in a light pink tank-top and a pair of fluffy white pajama pants, your head tilted to the side when you asked him what he was doing at your apartment, before he handed you the baggie of pre-rolled joints as an apology for his comments at the frat party.

plug!sukuna who never moved quicker than he had when you asked him if he wanted to come inside your apartment.

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written by blitziwitchwrites. please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my works. thank you for all of the support! my main masterlist!

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suhnflowerstay · 13 days ago

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Dispatch pt. 2

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

summary: dispatch caught you while jaehyun was pretending to be your boyfriend and now it's time for damage control, but the valentine boy doesn't really like the direction this damage control is going or the way it's making him feel

A/N: this is a part 2, so please read part 1 first!! i know i sat on this but i did not proofread it, please suspend your disbelief pt 2, thank you so much

tw/cw: smut, jealousy/possessiveness, haechan being a flirty menace

w/c: 4.5k

idol!au

The group chat was trying to figure out what damage control would entail for this scandal as well as trying to reassure you that you had done nothing wrong. You had spent the last few years completely under Dispatch’s radar and somehow they happened to finally get you in the most intimate looking setting. You’re immediately apologizing to Jaehyun for potentially ruining his life.

jae: baby jae: seriously don’t worry it’s all good you: if i would’ve just never said anything you never would’ve had to cover for me you: and this never would’ve happened jae: im sending a manager to come get you and bring you over jae: i don’t wanna hear any complaints bc i know you’re just going to overthink until you spiral jae: see ya in a bit

True to his word, Jaehyun did send a manager to come pick you up, and you got dressed in the most inconspicuous clothing you had, even wearing a hat and a hoodie to attempt to hide your hair. Luckily, it didn’t seem like anyone was outside the boys’ building, so you wouldn’t be caught going in. Plus you looked like staff, so you expected to be completely fine.

“Hi, sweetie,” Taeyong greeted you upon opening the door, letting you in and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hi,” you replied dejectedly.

“Stop that right now-” Johnny demanded, dragging you to the couch. “You did nothing wrong whatsoever. No one knows how Dispatch figured out where you were, but the company is working on it. They also have a potential strategy to fix it,” he bit his lip, holding your hand in his which led you to believe the worst.

“They’re gonna ask us to stop hanging out, huh?”

“No, stupid! Why would they do that and why would we ever be okay with that?” Doyoung chastised, and you knew it was coming from a place of love. But it didn’t feel that far-fetched for you. You always felt like you were more trouble than you were worth, and the guys constantly spoiling and babying you only amplified that feeling.

“I don’t know- I just feel bad, okay?” you shot back, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Okay, well you don’t need to,” Mark reassured, “The company thinks that if you get pictured with a few of us, it won’t look so bad that you were out with Jaehyun. Smart, right?” he smiled.

“I mean, I guess that could work? Whose career am I endangering next?” you try to joke.

“Don’t say that!” Jaehyun snapped, “You’re my friend and we hung out and Dispatch saw us, which isn’t ideal, but it’s fine. And we’ll fix it. It’s fine.”

Friend. That stung a little more than usual, but he was right. You are friends. After last night, the desire to be more has only gotten stronger. The way he held your hand, leaned into you, complimented you in front of your parents. It was so surreal and it shot you up so high that falling back down to earth has been and continues to be a painful experience.

“Okay, well who’s next?” you mutter.

“So, basically, you’re booked and busy for the next few weeks. You have to get pictured with at least one of us every couple of days, so it’s clear that there’s nothing going on between you and Jaehyun. Not all of us are free, so it’ll likely just be 2 or 3 of us at a time. We’ll be doing basic things like going to cafes, restaurants, or just walks around the city. Nothing crazy,” Johnny explained.

“You also need to wear clothes that make you stand out and make sure all of your identifiable features are super pronounced, so you’re easily recognizable-” Haechan added.

“And you guys think this’ll work?”

They immediately replied in unison, “Yes.”

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On the first day of being photographed, you went to a cafe with Johnny, Taeyong, and Doyoung. The four of you sat at a bar that faced a window (to make sure the photographer would be able to get a good photo, duh) and just hung out and chatted for about an hour and a half. During that time, there were even some fans that came up to greet the boys, so you were definitely seen, even if Dispatch didn’t catch it (they did). The online reaction to being photographed with the 3 new members was what anyone would expect: they knew this was damage control. You had never been seen with the members publicly before, and now all of a sudden you had been pictured with four of them. Anyone would be suspicious. Johnny told you to keep your head up- that this strategy would definitely help. If only you believed him.

A few days later, you went shopping with Haechan and Mark (to get caught together of course), and they ended up buying you a few things you had your eye on or had mentioned to them previously. It was a win for you, and these two happened to be the most affectionate with you of the group, after Jaehyun. This made you feel more calm knowing that this affection would be seen by hundreds of thousands of people. The same people who saw you with Jaehyun and assumed you were together. They would have no choice but to believe there was purely a platonic connection between you and Jaehyun once they saw these photos with the two youngest members.

And you were correct. The photos that were released involving you three were so clearly full of love, making it obvious that the three of you were very close, and you were not hanging out just for show. The affection between Haechan and yourself was most notable as he consistently had his arm around you and often held your hand. This had actually increased discourse as people now believed that Haechan was your love interest all along.

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“You have got to be fucking kidding me-” Jaehyun groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the practice room floor.

“What?” Jungwoo monotoned, not bothering to look up from his phone as he mindlessly scrolled on their break.

“People think Y/N is dating Haechan now because of how all over her he was,” he replied, turning to glare at Haechan.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ Haechan retorted, putting his hands up in defense, “Weren’t we supposed to take the heat off of you? You should be thanking me!”

“Jaehyun’s just jealous, don’t mind him,” Doyoung commented.

“Jealous? Jealous?! You think I’m jealous?!” Jaehyun scoffed, not convincing anyone.

“Yes, Jae, you’re very obviously jealous! It’s cute though- you like our little sunshine so much, you volunteered to be her fake boyfriend.” Mark gushed.

“You guys literally volunteered me!”

“Yes, but you agreed, and you had a good time and you’re upset that people think Haechan is her boyfriend.” Yuta snickered.

Jaehyun could not believe all of his members were turning against him. Okay, maybe he was a little bit jealous, but damn, did they have to call him out? He just hated seeing the photos of how close and cuddly Haechan was with you. He knew the guys were right but he didn’t want to hear it, and he wasn’t looking forward to hanging out the next day knowing he was going to have to endure Haechan in your personal space.

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The following day, you were meant to hang out with Jaehyun and Haechan in the afternoon, but Haechan let you know his morning engagements were no longer a thing, so he was free to hang all day. You were more than happy to spend extra time with one of your best friends, so you went out for breakfast together, walked around town, grabbed lunch together and ended up going home to watch a movie in Haechan’s room, hoping to quickly pass time until Jaehyun was ready to go. Once Jaehyun got home from his obligations, he was shocked to find that you were here and that Haechan was already with you.

“I thought you were recording today?” Jaehyun asked the younger man, confused.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah they switched my day so I’ve just been hanging out with this cutie all day-“ Haechan said winking at you.

You just giggled in return before asking, “Are you ready to go Jae? We were thinking of getting some coffee, dinner, and then karaoke. What do you think?” you asked, giving him the sweetest smile. He couldn’t stay upset when you looked so happy and pretty.

“Sounds good to me, baby.”

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Coffee and dinner were much harder than Jaehyun had anticipated. Obviously he had seen the photos of you and Haechan, but he wasn’t prepared to see it live and right in front of his face. In fact, he didn’t think it would be happening in person at all, but Haechan was doing everything he could to be right next to you all of the time. He slid right next to you into the booth at dinner and made sure he was always in between you and Jaehyun when walking anywhere. It wasn’t like Jaehyun could argue about it because it was obviously beneficial to not be close to him since your proximity to the older man was the issue to begin with. He was just hoping that karaoke would be normal.

Of course it wasn’t. Karaoke was far more intimate than coffee or dinner was, and it was starting to piss Jaehyun the fuck off. There was no reason to pretend when you were literally behind closed doors in a private room. That didn’t stop the younger man though. Haechan was actively singing love songs to you and flirting with you nonstop. Jaehyun nearly lost it when the younger man sang The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson while looking at you and making a whole show of it. Haechan was actively pursuing you, it seemed, but you were just giggling along, knowing it was just your bestie being silly, completely blind to Jaehyun’s feelings on the matter. At the end of the night, Haechan gave you a kiss on the cheek which made Jaehyun start to see red. Until- you gave Jaehyun a kiss on the cheek, saying something about wanting to make it even so neither of them thinks you have a favorite.

In the car, Jaehyun made sure you were inside your house and out of sight before smacking Haechan upside the head.

“Ow- what the fuck was that for?!”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Donghyeok-” “Oh my god, not the government name! Relax- I’m just helping out! No one will suspect Y/N is dating you anymore, and everyone’s happy.”

“Now people think you’re dating her though,” Jaehyun pointed out.

“Yes, but people also think I'm dating every member in NCT, so I’m not sure that it’s really an issue,” Haechan snickered.

Jaehyun squinted his eyes at him but decided to let it go. He was maybe overreacting. Ever since meeting your parents, he felt this crazy possessiveness over you that he had never really felt before. Sure, he would sometimes get in his feelings if you were giving someone else more attention than him, but it never led to this much jealousy. He was positively jealous, and it was bringing out a side of him that he wasn’t sure would be safe (in the sense that it was about to become very difficult to hide how he felt about you).

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Over the next few weeks your hangouts included a pretty even combination of all of the members. It was the most amount of time you’ve spent outside in the world with the boys in the entirety of your time living in Korea. Haechan was the one of the bunch that hung out with you the most. In fact, Haechan was around you so much that the rumors had completely shifted away from Jaehyun and were wholly focused on your potential romance with the maknae. People were now sure that you and Haechan were an item.

A few days after the conclusion of publicly hanging out with your friends in order to get photographed together, Jaehyun invited you over to order in and watch some movies with the boys as a celebration. This was of course a normal occurrence, but this time would be a little bit different because Haechan had continued acting obsessed with you.

Discourse online had shifted to other topics at this point, but Jaehyun’s mind remained on your new dynamic. Haechan did not stop acting clingy around you, latching onto you the second he saw you and only letting go once you had to leave. The spot Jaehyun usually held next to you when sitting on the couch was now cold because Haechan always wanted to be wrapped around you, pulling you to lean completely towards him. You were clearly enjoying yourself which only made it worse for Jaehyun. He felt miserable seeing you wrapped up in another man’s arms, but the fact that it was Haechan of all people made it so much worse.

“Noona, you stopped holding my hand,” Haechan whined, frowning.

“Haechan, I have to go to the bathroom, I can’t keep holding your hand-” you laughed.

You and Haechan had even started to say ‘bye, love you, bye’ which was a thing that only you and Jaehyun said to each other. It was eating him alive to see you and Haechan seemingly become closer than he was with you.

So, Jaehyun decided the only way to save his heart was to stay away and create distance between you. He stopped coming out for the movie nights, electing to stay in his room or be out of the house for one reason or another. He didn’t invite you out for late night drives anymore. He really stopped texting you entirely, or would give you one word responses. He had almost completely disappeared off of the face of the earth as far as you were concerned.

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“Did I do something wrong? Is it about Dispatch?” you sulked to Johnny.

“No, sweetie, you did nothing wrong- he’s just being weird right now. But really you should talk to him,” he said, rubbing your back.

“How am I supposed to talk to him if he’s actively avoiding me?” you asked, trying to hold back tears. One of your best friends was refusing to talk to you, and you tried retracing your steps but you found nothing that could explain his behavior.

“Listen,” Johnny sighed, feeling terrible that you were going through this, “Friday night, everyone is going out, and he said no to all of our plans. He said he was just going to stay home and wallow in self pity all night. You have a key, so you can let yourself in and then there’s no way for him to avoid you. And you can tell him how you feel.”

“Do you think that’ll actually work?” you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, it will, so you better be here on Friday. And maybe dress up a little bit- you know, for good luck,” he giggles.

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Friday night rolled around, and you had never been so anxious. It had only been 3 weeks 5 days and 11 hours of being ignored, but it really hit hard. You followed Johnny’s advice and went to their shared house, letting yourself in. You were immediately faced with Jaehyun sitting on the couch.

“Do you hate me?” you blurted out immediately. Way to get right to it.

“What? What are you doing here? Wha- No, I don’t hate you! Are you insane?” Jaehyun asked, getting up from his seat.

“I mean, you’ve been ignoring me ever since everything that happened and I wouldn’t blame you if you were upset with me for causing the whole mess-”

“Sunshine-”

“No- seriously, Jae-” you said, taking steps towards him, “I’m so sorry! I never thought it would be such a big scandal, and I feel like everyone has been trying to be extra nice to me so I don’t feel bad but I know it’s my fault-”

“Y/N seriously-”

“I’m so sorry, Jae- like I’m seriously so sorry- please tell me how to make this up to you. I just want us to be okay a-”

“Y/N! I love you okay?”

Your jaw dropped. “Th- that just came flying out of my face,” he blanched, “I love you, Y/N, and not in a friend way. I didn’t have to pretend to be in love with you in front of your parents because the truth is that I am completely and unconditionally in love with you, and I have been for years. Maybe even since the moment we met. I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love, but seeing you with Haechan? It has made me feel so sick. I can't eat. I can’t sleep. I had no idea I could be capable of being down this bad, but I can feel you coursing through my veins. You have consumed my every waking moment and I cannot handle spending another second without you knowing how I feel. Trying to stay away from you has only amplified my feelings for you. I was trying to figure out the best way to tell you and well, I just needed you to know because- you’re my best friend. I love you.” He had to catch his breath from blurting it all out (and the adrenaline coursing through his body from the nerves), and he looked at you expectantly, searching your face for any indication on how you felt.

You didn’t know what to say. You were in utter shock knowing that he felt the same way about you that you did about him. All this time you spent with him had only added to the feelings you held for him. This wasn’t a silly crush like you previously told yourself. The weight of your true emotions hit you, and you came to the realization that you were also in love with Jaehyun.

“Holy shit…” you whispered incredulously.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, sunshine. That wasn’t my intention-” he added, rubbing the back of his neck.

You looked up to look in your best friend’s eyes, the man who meant everything to you. He went to speak again, but before he could get a word out, you crashed your lips onto his. His eyes widened in shock before he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you wrapped yours around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. The kiss was an exchange, a show of all of the emotions you had both kept bottled up for years, and it was the best kiss you had ever experienced, so full of love. He was gentle and tentative, following your lead completely. You pulled away only to catch your breath.

“Is that the response you were looking for?” you breathed, your forehead resting against his, your eyes still closed.

“That’s a better response than I could have ever hoped for.”

You were overwhelmed with a sense of bliss knowing that the man you were in love with loved you back.

“Now we don’t have to fake being boyfriend and girlfriend-” you beamed, giving him another peck.

“Who said I wanted to be your boyfriend?” Jaehyun joked before jerking to avoid the slap that was coming towards him.

“Unbelievable-” you started before deciding to get back at him, “Well, if that’s how you feel, I can just go ahead and ask Haechan if he wants to be my boyfriend,” you smiled, turning to walk away before Jaehyun grabbed your wrist and brought you right back.

“Don’t-” Jaehyun growled.

“Do you think I have a chance?” you asked dumbly, tilting your head for extra effect.

“Oh, sunshine-” Jaehyun patronized, kissing up your jaw until he got to your earlobe to whisper, “I’m going to make you forget Haechan even exists.”

Jaehyun kissed you again, but there was no sign of the softness that he displayed earlier. No, this was something desperate. Something needy. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you against him. His tongue parts your lips, immediately slipping in, completely ravaging your mouth. Slowly but surely, he led you to his bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind him before pushing you on the bed.

“You’re gonna let me have a taste right, baby? I deserve it since you’ve had fuckass Haechan all over you for weeks-” he snarls, already pulling your bottoms down, leaving you completely bare. He gave no warning and dived right in like a man starved. The unprecedented senstion causes you to throw your head back, a sinful moan escaping your throat.

“Already so wet for me, baby-” he commented, more so to himself in between the loud licking and slurping noises he was making.

“Mmhmm-” you whined, chasing the high that was already building up in your abdomen.

“Oh, come on, sunshine. You can use words for me, can’t you?” he teases, licking around that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Who made you this wet?”

“Y-you did, please-”

“And what’s my name, baby?”

“Jaehyun, p-please, I’m so close- please-”

“Well, you’ve been such a good girl for me, go ahead and let go for me, sweetheart-” he says resuming his ministrations with a new vigor, sucking harshly. You’re so close and he inserts two fingers, immediately finding your soft spot. One brush of his fingertips is all it takes to catapult you into your high. He continues fingering you through your high, his eyes soaking up your expressions and the way your body was reacting to him. Once you’ve come down, he removes his fingers and sucks them clean, groaning.

“You taste so good, sunshine- way better than my imagination-” he praised, staring down at you hungrily. He rid himself of his clothes and helped you get rid of your remaining clothes.

Being face to face with his nudity was everything you had ever dreamed of. His body looked like it was sculpted by the gods, and your eyes slowly made your way down to the main event. His dick was huge. He was the perfect length and girth, and you had some idea that it would be perfect, since the members are all men and as men do for some reason, they would openly compare and compete. His pretty pink tip looked so good you were sure you were drooling and getting needier by the second.

“You- you imagined it?” you asked, descending back to earth, desperate to have him inside you.

“I even dreamt about it, baby, like how good it would feel to have that pussy sucking me in. You think you’re ready to take me and make my dreams come true?” he asks, running his hands up and down your thighs. You nod and he says, “Words, baby-”

“Yes, Jaehyun, please fuck me- I need it-”

“Anything for you-” smiling darkly, he lines himself up with your entrance before pushing in until he’s buried to the hilt. Once fully inside, he let out a groan and you released the breath you had been holding to try to relax into the stretch. Not long after, you were ready to be fucked into oblivion.

“Please fuck me, Jae- hard-”

“Your wish is my command, sunshine-”

Suddenly, you truly knew what it meant to be railed as he gave you strong, hard thrusts, hitting every sensitive spot inside you. You could feel him all over. In fact, you thought you could cry. You have never felt such intense pleasure and getting fucked so good so soon after your last orgasm, you were ready to give him another one.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“Good, baby. I need you to cum first and pull me right along with you, yeah?”

“Yes, please- feels so good-” you moaned, pulling him closer and locking lips with him. The kiss was extremely messy but the two of you were focused on the pleasure and passion you were experiencing.

Jaehyun was getting lost in your pussy rambling on, “All mine now. Haechan could never fuck you like this, right, sunshine? No one could make you feel this good and no one can fuck you like I do- Oh you like the sound of that? Yeah f-fuck you’re squeezing me so tight baby- Now, I’m the only one who can fuck this pretty little pussy and make you feel good for the rest of our lives-“ he groans, his eyebrows furrowed, his strokes starting to get messier as he tries to hold on for you.

The implication that Jaehyun plans on spending the rest of his life with you launches you straight into your second orgasm, your body convulsing and radiating pleasure. It felt as though every cell in your body was exploding like fireworks. Your orgasm dragged Jaehyun’s orgasm out of him, him struggling to hold back after feeling your core clench and pulse around him. His eyes screwed shut and his jaw dropped as you felt his warmth filling you up. He leaned forward kissing you again so lovingly, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your lips. It was only after the two of you came down from your highs that you realized he hadn’t used a condom and had finished inside.

“I’m on birth control, Jae- don’t worry,” you sighed, still coming down from probably the best sex you’ve ever had.

“I mean, I don’t think it would be the worst thing in the world if I got you pregnant-“ he smiled shyly, placing his hand on your stomach.

“We just got out of a scandal, and you’re already trying to start another one? Plus, unfortunately, I think having a baby together is a boyfriend/husband privilege-“ you deadpan.

“You know I was just joking, baby. You’re mine, and I’m yours and I am going to make you the happiest person on earth or die trying.” he sighed dreamily, before getting up to clean you up as you drifted off to sleep.

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At the very next movie night after your mutual confession, the guys were all talking about how you and Jaehyun finally got together.

“I mean, it was so obvious to everyone but you guys-” Mark giggled.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“You were clearly giving each other googly eyes every time you were near each other and the way you flirted was a little bit too real-” Johnny added nonchalantly, taking a seat with his Hot Cheetos.

“Yeah and Jaehyun got super jealous with the Haechan thing. At that point, I thought it would’ve been super obvious to you, sunshine,” Yuta smirked.

“Well, if it wasn’t for Haechan, it would’ve taken me way longer to confess,” Jaehyun admitted, his ears getting red.

“Exactly! See, guys? I knew I made the right choice in calling Dispatch on you and Y/N that day-” Haechan stated proudly.

“You WHAT??”

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a/n: i really just don't know how to write smut but i think it only made sense for jaehyun to get jealous and for them to fuck straight away- they've waited long enough lmao hope you enjoyed thx so much bye love you bye

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun x reader #nct jaehyun x reader #jeong yuno x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct smut #nct fluff #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff

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Idiots At a Wedding pt1

Summary: Pretending to be Bob's girlfriend in front of his family had to be easy right? Right...??

Pairings: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

Warnings: slight unholy thoughts, self pitying, oblivious idiots

A/N: Tell a friend to tell a friend SHES BACKKK!!! I know it's been so long since I posted but I'm finally back, and this time I've tried something different. So please be kind and don't be a stranger. Enjoy!!!!

series masterlist || part 2

"Hey Bob, you got a date for the wedding yet?"

The whole squad was gathered around Rooster and Hangman's coffee table in their shared apartment, having their ritualistic Friday night dinner when Phoenix asked her backseater the question. After the success of your mission, you all were asked to stay back and become a part of a special task force led by Maverick. Everyone jumped on the opportunity, eager to see what the future held and delighted to see it with friends.

Bob, who as usual was sitting on the floor near the edge of the coffee table, snapped his head up upon hearing his name. "No, not yet." He mumbled with delicious chinese food stuffed in his mouth.

"What wedding?" You jumped into the conversation, eyes moving between Bob and Phoenix from the couch you were sat on, curious to know what they were talking about.

"Of course that piques your interest." Hangman butted in, putting a peace of chicken in his mouth. "The entire night you've been awfully quiet and suddenly when you hear the word wedding you almost burst out of your seat out of excitement."

"Shut up Jake." You rolled your eyes, shoving him with your left elbow, getting a soft grunt out of him. "Did your mama never teach you to not talk with your mouth full?"

"You didn't say anything to Bob when he did it." The blonde argued.

"What wedding?" You asked again, completely ignoring the man on your left, laser focused on finding out who was getting married and when.

Ever since you were a child, weddings had always been your favorite, maybe it was because of all the free food or maybe it was because of how good everyone looked. Nevertheless, weddings were your favorite thing in the world, and hearing someone from your squad was going to a wedding just excited you to the core.

"My younger sisters getting married next week." Bob explained. "I'm supposed to be the best man at the wedding."

"And supposed to bring a date." Phoenix added, nudging him with her knee as if to send him some secret message no one else understood.

"That too." He added, face a little flushed. "Haven't found anyone willing to go with me yet, so I guess I'll just have to endure my mama's wrath. Nothing I haven't handled before."

"Did you even ask anyone?" Coyote asked.

"No." Bob whispered as Natasha groaned in frustration.

"I told him weeks ago to ask someone but he still hasn't done it. Do you really want Mrs. Floyd to kill you?"

"She isn't going to kill me if I don't bring a date right." Bob said with confidence which wavered the second Phoenix raised an eyebrow and gave him a look which clearly said otherwise. "Right?"

"Talking from experience of having a Texan mother myself, I can assure you she won't kill you. But there is no way in hell she's ever letting you live it down." Jake added, trying to console Bob but failing miserably.

Bob groaned, running a hand over his face and through his hair. "What am I gonna do?"

"I'll go with you." You offered with out skipping a beat to no one's surprise. You were always one to jump on the opportunity to help someone, it was almost as if you were put on this earth for the sole reason of helping people. So when you offered to help Bob out, no one was supried. "I'll go to the wedding with you, I love weddings. Besides, Maverick has been begging me to use my vacation days, so I'll finally get to do that to."

"Yo-you don't have to." Bob stuttered out his words, looking down at his plate, the red blush creeping over to his ears.

"No I want to. I love weddings and I would love to meet your family too, you always talk about them so fondly." You repeated, smiling so brightly at Bob he feared he might be blinded by you.

"You don't have to Sunny, really. You don't have to come out of pity or anything."

"I'm not offering out of pitty." You reassured him with a soft smile. "I have no problem accompanying you to your sisters wedding. Unless you don't want me to of course." You added quickly, not having taken Bob's wishes into consideration.

"No no, it's not that. It just that I-" Bob started but you quickly stopped him, over taken by excitement.

"It's settled than, I'm going to the wedding with you." You said gleefully, getting up from your seat and towards the kitchen to get yourself a drink.

The night went on, everyone chatted normally and stuffed themselves full of food until they couldn't breath. For the rest of the night, your spirits were higher than ever. You were already known to be the yapper of the group, but now no one could get you to stop talking. On the other hand, Bob got eerily quiet, more quiet than he had ever been before, almost as if he was having a mini existential crisis in his head.

By ten it was time for everyone to go back to their homes. Having said your goodbyes, you were walking towards your car in the parking lot when Bob called out your name from behind you, jogging slightly to catch up to you.

"Hey, what's up?" You asked, leaning against your car as the blue eyed man approached you.

"I um, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding." He said, stuffing his hands inside his jacket as chilly winds rose up in the air.

"I'm so excited. You'll have to text me all the details." You replied, adrenalin pumping through you.

"It's not about that." He cleared his throat, looking down at the ground, clearly uncomfortable.

"Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong? Should I have not offered in front of every-"

"No no, it's not that. Not that at all." He quickly stopped you. "It's just that, my mother's a bit too much. She always nags me about everything and at times it gets a bit unbearable. A couple of months ago she was complaining about me not dating and was about to set me up with the daughter of someone from her bookclub. So to get her off my back and save myself from embarrassment I kind of told her that I'm already seeing someone else and now she expects me to bring that someone to the wedding."

You couldn't believe your ears as Bob's confession filtered out of his mouth. He had lied to his mother and told her he had a girlfriend when in reality he hadn't been out on a date in almost a year. And now his mother was expecting him to bring the woman who stole her son's heart to the big wedding and you had just accidently signed up to be that woman.

"So that means-" You started slowly, still processing what you had just heard.

"If you come to the wedding with me she'll think you're my girlfriend." Bob finished the sentence for you, red faced from his confession. "You can say no now if you want to."

You looked up at the man standing in front of you, looking like a puppy in the rain, and something inside of you just could not let you say no to him.

"It's fine Bob, I'll still go with you." You whispered, as Bob's head snapped up, staring at you with hope and nervousness.

"Really? But everyone would think you're my girlfriend. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or feel as if you're obliged to say yes."

"No, I-I want to. I mean what kind of a friend would I be if I don't help you out in a tough situation." You said, giving him a soft smile.

"Oh thank god." He sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, I know I've put you in a tough spot, but thank you so much for helping. I don't know what I'd do without you. Probably get a beating from my mama for lying to her at the ripe age of thirty."

"It's alright Bob, you don't need to thank me." You out your hand on his arm to get him to calm down and stop his rambling. "You can text me the details tommrow okay. For now just go get some rest, we'll figure it all out later."

With that you both went back to your apartments to get some well needed rest. But from the second you got into your car, your mind kept thinking about what you'd just done. Anyone who knew you could always rely on you to help them out id they were ever in a though spot, but this was a bit too much, even by your standards. Part of you thought it was just because you were desperate to go to a wedding, but deep down inside you knew the real reason. You would do anything for him, anything for Bobby.

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Bob Floyd was freaking out. He was absolutely losing his mind, pacing back in forth in his apartment, flipping out in front of his best friend.

"Oh my god, what have I just done." He said, grabbing his head with both of his hands, still pacing. "What have I just done? What have I done Nat?"

"Hey, hey, calm down." She said, moving forward on the couch, resting her elbows on her knees. "Stop pacing, I'm getting vertigo just from watching you."

That made Bob instantly stop and stare at her with wide eyes and disheveled hair, waiting for her to continue.

"Now, listen to me carefully." Natasha started. "You haven't done anything wrong, you've just asked a girl to be your date. A girl you've had a stupid high school crush on for forever."

Bob blushed immediately upon hearing Nat talk about his crush on you. It wasn't much of a secret that he liked you. He had liked you from the moment he first saw you at the hard deck, laughing and playing pool with the rest of the squad, looking like an absolute dream. Since that moment, he looked at you with so much yearing that it didn't even take Phoenix a week to figure out her backseater was smitten by you.

You were the absolute opposite of Bob, extroverted, loud spoken, so vibrant, always the life of the party, always ready to lend people a hand even if you had just known them for a few hours, the literal embodiment of you callsign, Sunshine. Bob was someone who lived in the shadows, keeping to himself, and speaking only when spoken to. When you entered his life, it was as if he was taken by a storm, he had never seen someone so exuberant in his life and yet here you stood, as real as real gets.

"You just have to keep your cool and spend the week with her. Then you can go back to pining from afar. All the while pretending to be in love with her and hoping she'll give a convincing performance as well." She finished, adding the last part awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck, finally realizing that Bob may have landed himself in a sticky situation.

"Keep my cool?" Bob said, scoffing loudly. "Keep my cool, I can't even keep myself sane around her for an hour how do you expect me to be around her for a week?"

He slumped into one of the arm chairs, massaging his temple, clearly stressed. Natasha knew he was right, he couldn't even spend an hour with you and here he was, about to convince his whole family that you were in love.

"That's not even the worst part." Bob added, sounding defeated. "The worst part is that the whole time we're going to pretend to be in love, it's all going to be an act for her, but not for me. Not for stupid Bobby." He slapped himself hard on the back of his head as if to reprimand himself.

"Hey, stop it." Phoenix said, getting up from her seat, having had enough of Bob's defeatist attitude. "You are not going to be pitying yourselves, not on my watch. Now, what you are going to do is man the fuck up. You've liked the girl for forever, what could go wrong if you just told her?"

"She could hear me." Bob mumbled, being completely ignored by Natasha.

"And this trip is the perfect way to do it. You take her to the wedding, woo her with your country charm and bam she's yours." Natasha declared, standing in front of Bob with her hands on her hip.

"Um, no. I'm pretty sure it'll be more like bam she never speaks to me again." Bob mumbled. "And what country charm? My sisters inherited all the charm. She's going to realize this the second she meets them and figure out how big of a loser I really am."

"Bob, believe me when I say this, she does not think you're a loser. You're amazing guy, you don't need any country charm, you just need to be yourself. I get it can be scary telling someone you like them, but there are some points in your life you just have to take a chance and this is it. If she likes you back, it'll be the best thing that ever happened to you."

"And if she doesn't?" Bob whispered.

"Then it's her loss."

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For the first time in his life, Bob finally understood why Garfield hates Mondays so much. The dreaded day was finally here, you were leaving for Texas on the afternoon flight and were going to return back on Sunday evening. A full week later.

Bob was sure he was going to die. Or spontaneously combust. Or throw up. Or all of those in that particular order- which would be weird- but definitely something that was going to happen. The coming week was going to be a torment, a humiliation ritual for him. Not only is he going to have to be glued to you the entire time, he has also got to pretend to be in a relationship with you.

Pretending wasn't the hard part, he had pretend to be a lot of things he wasn't in his life. No, the hard part was going to be making it seem convincing. Enough to fool his hawk eyed mother.

You on the other hand did not know what to feel. You were excited to be attending a wedding, feeling like a kid on Christmas day. But you were also riddled with anxiety. How were you going to pretend to be Bob's girlfriend. Of course you and him had had a vigorous conversation and had come up with all the details of how you met and started dating, but that was all theoretical. Practically pretending was going to be a different story altogether.

It was established early on that you two will have to share a room, possibly even a bed, which you didn't really have a problem with. You would also have to be close to each other the whole time, with a pinch of pda here and there to throw people off your scent. But the thing that scared you the most was that you would have to kiss him, even if it's just on the cheek, you would have to lean up to the tall man's rosy cheeks and press your lips on his soft skin, all the while trying not to jump his bone then and there.

It wasn't a secret how attractive Bob was, tall muscular with those stupidly cute glasses, anyone with half and eye would want him. But ever since you first saw him sitting quietly near the pool table at the hard deck, you were a goner. You had never seen a man so handsome in your life, for a moment you thought you were hallucinating. But then he opened his mouth and introduced himself in his charming southern accent, and boy were you screwed. No other man in the world mattered to you anymore.

You contemplated telling him multiple times on various sleepless nights, but eveytime your heart wandered down delusion street, you mind pulled you back to reality. Bob was respectful, always exchanging pleasantries with you, engaging in polite chatter while you both waited for the rest of the squad to show up, but thag was all he ever was. Polite. Polite and distant. The time you had spent with him coming up with a cover story was probably the most you had ever talked to him, much to your dismay. But once Bob had made it clear he wasn't one for mingling, you backed off.

By the time you arrived the airport, Bob was already there, waiting for you outside, looking devilishly handsome in his civil clothes. Sure you had seen him in cvs before, but this new laid back version of him was almost giving you a heart attack.

"Hey, hope I didn't make you wait too long." You greeted him, getting out of the taxi and moving towards the trunk to get you bags out.

"No not at all. I just got here myself" Bob lied, having arrived 25 minutes earlier. He moved faster than you, pushing open the trunk to take out your bags instead.

"Oh you don't have to do that, I can do it myself." You tried to stop him, but he just effortlessly lifted your heavy suitcase with one hand and your carry on bag with the other, muscles flexing under the white t-shirt.

"I wouldn't be too good of a boyfriend if I don't help you with your bags, now would I?" He replied, giving you the softest smile you had ever seen, melting your heart.

How in hell's name were you going to survive being with him for an entire week when he kept doing stuff like this. It was hard enough for you already to be playing his pretend girlfriend, knowing how much you actually wanted to be his, and now he had to go and be the best pretend boyfriend there ever was.

This was going to be a long week.

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The flight was hell, hell in an airplane. There were not one, not two but four screaming babies on the flight, and as your luck would have it, three out of the four were all placed near you. You were already sitting in a cramped area when the man sitting behind you thought it would be a wonderful time to show off his soccer skills by nudging his knees into the back of your seat time and time again. And then finally, you were stuck between a fighting couple who made you their personal therapist for the entire plane ride, leaving you absolutely drained by the time you landed.

Thankfully, you didn't have to deal with Bob the entire flight, otherwise you might have just lost the plot.

"How was your flight?" Bob asked once you two were off the plane and making your way towards the baggage claim.

"Terrible." You replied, massaging your temple with a long sigh. "Every cranky baby on the plant seemed to be seated near me and the couple I was stuck between treated me like a couples counsellor the entire time. I was debating jumping off the plane halfway through."

"Oh, you should have told me. I would've switched with you." Bob said, looking at you sympathetically.

"Bobby, you can't even handle it when Rooster and Hangman are fighting, how would you have handled two strangers having a lovers spat." You raised an eyebrow, placing your hand softly on his shoulder as he ducked his head and chuckled.

"That's true." He nodded, before continuing. "But the baby sitting next to me was really sweet. Played with me the whole fight."

"It's parents must be really thankful." You commented.

"Yep, they slept the whole way through, even offered me the job of a nanny." He told you as you snorted with laughter.

"Bobby Floyd, the babies princess." You teased, giving him a cheeky smile that he returned with rosy cheeks. In that moment you swear you fell in love.

"Oh, there they are!" Bob exclaimed, suddenly grabbing hold of your left hand with his free one, guiding you through the crowd. "There's my sister."

A woman, who looked a bit older than Bob was standing at the arrival gate, accompanied by a man holding a toddler in his arms.

"Bob!" The woman squealed, throwing her arms around the pilots shoulders and pulling him into a big hug.

"Annie." Bob said through laughter. "How're you doing?"

"Oh, much better now that ma has someone new to torture." She replied, before turning towards you with a smile. "And who might this pretty lady be?"

"This is my girlfriend." Bob introduced you, and you would have melted right there if it wasn't for Annie pulling you into a warm hug.

"My, my. You never told me she was this pretty Bob." She commented, holding you're cheeks in her hand, inspecting you thoroughly.

"And he never told me his sister was so gorgeous either." You finally spoke.

"And a smooth talker as well, mama's gonna love you." Annie chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, turning towards the man with the baby. "This is my husband Jeff." She introduced as you shook hands with him.

"And this little menace here is Andy." Bob cut in, taking the little boy from his father's hand, softly tickling his tummy, earing loud laughs out of Andy.

"Uncle Bob's his favorite, isn't he." Annie stated in a baby voice before turning to help Jeff with the bags. You were about to reach out and help before she swatted your hand away. "Nope, we've got it."

You flashed her a thankful smile and turned to look at Bob, clearly enjoying the two year old company.

"You really are the baby whisperer aren't you?" You whispered, amused how children were so comfortable with Bob.

"What can I say, I am the chosen one." He joked, making you throw your head back and laugh. As horrible as the flight had been, seeing Bob home and happy was definitely worth it.

The car ride to his childhood home was short, during which he you learned that Annie was Bob's elder sister who had gotten married a few years back, and now it was his kid sisters turn.

"Everyone had always thought it would be Bob getting married before Lucy." Jeff commented. "But I guess she beat him to the altar."

"Oh I don't think we'll have to worry about that any longer." Annie whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

The only response Bob gave was his classic red cheeks. The rest of the drive was filled with Bob and his older sister chatting, catching up on their lives while Andy quietly played with the aviator. You looked out the window for most of it, taking in the soft countryside, trying to memorise every inch of Bob's hometown. Upon arriving at his childhood home, you were immediately awestruck by it's beauty. It wasn't a massive house, you'd seen bigger ones then it, but something about it screamed home from the moment you laid your eyes on it.

All four of you were walking towards the front door, when an older woman, you figured Bob's mother, threw open the screen door. "Finally, took you long enough." She started, voice dripping with a heavy southern accent. "Now come here and give your mama a hug."

Bob ran up the stairs and right into the arms of this mother, the same way he used to as a kid. "Hi ma, sorry for the delay."

"Eh, don't worry bout it, atleast you're here now." She replied with a bright smile, kissing both his cheeks softly. "And you've brought me a guest." She moved to take a look at you.

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Floyd." You put your hand forward for her to shake, standing in proper military posture, trying your best to make a good impression.

"Mrs. Floyd was my husband's mother, please call me Mary dearie." She replied, pulling you into a hug with the same intensity as Annie. You figure this was a family problem that Bob hadn't inherited, though you would have minded getting a bone crushing hug from him.

"Yes ma'am. Mary." You quickly corrected yourself with a smile, feeling more welcomed with Bob's family in a second then you had ever before.

"Very well, now come in, let's get you both settled. There's going to be a small gathering in a while so why don't you go freshen up." She ushered you both inside the house and towards the steps right up to Bob's room. Jeff helps you with your bags as you climbed up to Bob's childhood bedroom.

"There you are." Jeff placed your bags in front of your door with a heavy groan, but there was no hint of disdain on his face. Rather all there was was happiness of having his brother-in-law back home. "I'll see you in a bit okay? Just holler if you need anything."

With that he went back downstairs leaving you and your fake boyfriend all alone for the first time. You both walked in, happy to finally be able to put your feet up. But upon seeing the size of the bed, all you desire to rest immediately vanished. It was already decided that you'd have to share a bed, but this one was barely big enough to accommodate one person, let alone two adults.

"I can take the floor, you take the bed." Bob spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"You don't need to do that Bob, we can share the bed." You offered. "Or I'll sleep on the floor. This is your bed anyways."

"I've dragged you into this mess with me, the least I can do is give you the bed."

"You didn't drag me into anything, I offered to be a part of your mess." You pointed out, sitting on one side of the bed, patting it lightly, indicating Bob to come and join you. "Besieds, I think I'm already in love with your family. They're all so-"

"Overwhelming?" Bob butted in, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"So much like a family. I mean, everyone was so happy to see you. No one from my family has ever-" You stopped yourself before you got ahead of yourself, quickly reminding yourself that no one from the squad knew about your family and you weren't going to let it slip out now. "Anyways, your family is really nice, I can't wait to spend the week with them."

"Really?" Bob asked, actually intrigued by your excitement. For him this was all normal, infact this wasn't even the tip of the iceberg, they were a about to get much more overbearing. "I never really liked all of this. Sure it's nice to be greeted so lovingly, but knowing them, they're going to get really annoying real fast. And there are going to be so many people to interact with, I can already feel my cheeks hurt at the thought of all the fake smiles I'm gonna have to give."

"Don't worry bout it, I'll come and save you from all the fake laughs." You declared. "I'm great with people."

"My knight in shining armor." Bob replied bashfully. "I've always admired that about you, you know. How easily you can talk to anyone. Sometimes I get quiet jealous of that, I can't hold a conversation with a stranger to save my life."

The words coming out of his mouth seemed unreal. You just couldn't believe your ears, Bob admired somthing about you. Something you hadn't really liked about your own self. You always thought you talking so much must have annoyed people, but here was than man of your dreams, telling you it was one of his favourite things about you.

"You think my yapping is admirable Floyd?" You blushed, ducking you head down.

"It's one of your best qualities." He affirmed. "I'm gonna use the bathroom now of you don't mind?"

"No, not at all. Think of it as your own home." You joked, earning a hearty laugh form him before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Outside you were going insane. Was he flirting with you or is this all part of the façade? If it is the latter, then you're in for a heartbreak. And if it's the former, you might just die with giddiness. Inside the bathroom Bob was pinching himself. Had he really made you blush with just a small compliment? Where he had gotten this confidence from, he didn't know. But if this false confidence of his made you look like a tomato, then he'd happily fake it for life.

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viperify · 2 months ago

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HIIII my sweet baby mar !!!! congrats again on 1k u deserve it and soooo much more. u are the sweetest and ur writing is to DIE for. love u so much sweet angel <33 (i hope i requested this right)

could i request brothers best friend trope + smut (praise kink if u can! tom praising reader)

with “look me in the eyes when you lie like that” (tension) + “don’t stop. don’t you dare stop.” (smut)

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‧₊ ⏾ Late Night Owls.

Short Summary: When you send Tom an owl, already past curfew, asking him to help you with an assignment—who is he to say no?

Warnings: 18+ only! rough sex, praise kink, hair pulling, slight choking, impact play (like once), hints of breeding kink, oral f!receiving, brief fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie

A/N: hey babygirl kat!!! I love you so much, thank you so much for your sweet words and requesting. It really means the world. <333 (and thanks for being patient. Really. I am sorry. The end was for you. Based on that one discord message from a few days ago—yes, I know you too well.)

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Maybe it was boredom. Or your recklessness. Or maybe, it was the way he had looked at you earlier today.

Probably all three of these things combined led you to sending that owl to him late at night, well past curfew.

“Can you come over? I am having trouble with our latest assignment for Charms class.

Abraxas is asleep, don’t know who else to ask.

xx”

That’s what the letter read before you sealed it with your family’s stamp, a big M pressed into the drying wax.

You didn’t actually need help with your assignment.

You also didn’t change out of your pink satin pyjama shorts that barely covered anything.

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Not even five minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.

Tugging at the hem of your shorts, you quietly walk towards the door, opening it just slightly—enough for you to peek outside.

You are relieved when you are met with Tom’s face, gesturing to come in. He strides right past you, hands casually tucked in his pockets as he scans the assignment on your desk.

A random assignment you found in those five minutes of time you had. Third year, maybe fourth. You don’t exactly know—and it also doesn’t matter. Not really.

Charms is your best subject, after all.

And Tom—who, of all things, first looks at the date in the top right corner—also knows you don’t actually need him to help you with spells from two years ago.

Still, he decides to play along. See how far you are willing to take it.

“What is it that you need help with, then?” he asks calmly, turning around to watch you from where he was standing, one eyebrow raised as he takes in your outfit for the first time that night.

“So— I’ve been having trouble with the execution of this one spell on the assignment.” you answer, cheeks growing hot as you feel his eyes roaming over your body. Perfect.

“Colloportus?” he half-scoffs, pulling your wand from your robes and closing the distance between you two.

You look up at him, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “It’s really difficult.”

“Right,” he murmurs, handing you your wand and walking around you. His hand closes over yours, all warm and gentle—guiding your hand with precision only he could muster.

“Like this,” Tom explains, muttering the spell and subsequently locking the door. “Now you try it.”

“Mmmh, maybe if I try it like this—“ you murmur, gently backing your hips into his as you mimic the wand movement. Of course, on purpose. And as you do so, you feel him—cock already half-hard, forming a dent in trousers—pressing against the curve of your ass with every shift of your hips. Until a firm hand steadies you, fingers digging into your skin.

“Help with the spell, hm?” He mutters as he leans in, hot breath ghosting over your ear. “Is this really why you called me here, or is there something else you had in mind?”

You bite your lip in an attempt to stop the grin spreading on your lips. “No. Just the spell.”

He scoffs, taking your wand from you and carelessly throwing it onto the bed before. “Look me in the eyes when you lie like that, sweetheart.”

You turn then, no longer able to hold back the smirk tugging at your lips as you take in his expression. He isn’t disappointed—he already knew. Obviously, he did.

“I may not have been entirely truthful,” you admit, placing a kiss on his neck, right below his jaw. “Wanted to see you again.”

Tom hums in approval, hand gently wrapping around your throat as his lips finally connect with yours—and it’s messy, hungry, like the both of you have been starved for one another.

It’s only been a week.

Before you even know it, you are bent over the far end of your bed, face pressed into your silky bedsheets. Expensive. Luxurious. The same kind Tom recognizes from Abraxas’ dorm.

And oh, how he loves ruining you on them.

With one smooth motion, he pulls your shorts down your thighs, revealing your lace panties—already damp with arousal, clinging to your pussy.

“Look at you. Filthy girl.” He purrs, kneeling behind you—his thumb brushing over the soaked fabric, humming as he presses a kiss to your inner thighs. “Just needed me to come over and take care of you, is that it?”

“Yes, Tom. Please, I need you,” you whine, legs trembling at the soft gesture.

As soon as he tugs your panties down your legs, his mouth is on your cunt—tongue swiping through your folds before his lips wrap around your clit.

Just the way you like it. Slow. Gentle. Two of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

Curling just right, fingertips repeatedly brushing over your sweet spot.

And oh, how you wish you could bury your fingers in his hair, tug on his gorgeous dark curls to pull him closer. But in this position—it’s him who’s in control.

And just before you come, walls pulsing around his digits—he pulls away. Leaves you empty and aching.

“Tom, what are you—“ you complain, trying to turn your head—but you don’t get the chance. Just a moment later, his hand pushes you back down as he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. Then, in one smooth thrust, he pushes forward, burying himself inside—your velvety walls stretching to take him in.

“This is what you wanted, hm? Got you drooling all over your satin sheets,” Tom mocks, pulling out halfway just to slam back in again—all the way—his palm landing on your ass with a sharp smack. “If only Abraxas knew what his little sister makes me do to her. What she begs me for.”

His pace makes you lose your mind. It’s too slow, and he purposely angles his thrusts wrong. He’s messing with you—punishing you for being needy. Teasing you.

“Tom, please. Fuck me like you mean it. I am begging you.”

His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back as he thrusts forward again. Rougher. Deeper. The way you wanted it.

“Like this, hm? This good enough for you?” He growls, grinding his hips against yours—making you take all of him at once. And you swear you see stars in that moment.

“Oh, God— yes, just like that—“ you whimper, fingers fisting at your sheets. The feeling of his tip nudging your cervix, leaving you gasping for air.

Tom loves having you like this. A drooling mess, all because of him and his cock. Begging for more, begging him to ruin you.

And who would he be to deny your wish?

You are his precious little girl, after all.

So, with one hand tugging at your hair, the other on your hips, pulling you back against his thrusts—he sets a rhythm. Fast and unforgiving, each thrust angled to hit just right.

“Good girl. Doing so well for me.”

It doesn’t take long for him to get you there. It never does.

And when you are right at the edge, legs trembling, walls spasming around his thick length—you feel his rhythm falter.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” You manage to grit out, and he lets go of your hair.

“I wasn’t going to.” Tom rasps, both of his hands tightening on your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. “You are going to come all over my cock, like the good girl you are.”

And you do. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your walls clenching tightly around him as your legs tremble—and still, he doesn’t stop. Keeps going even as your aftershocks have calmed down.

“Going to leave you so full of me, make sure you feel it slowly soaking your panties as you walk to the Great Hall tomorrow,” he groans, his thrusts growing erratic, cock twitching as he chases his own release. “Greeting your brother and friends—who think we are studying each time I visit.”

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your walls white. His hand finds your throat then, pulling you upright, flush against his chest. “But instead, you’ll be sitting next to your brother. Who doesn’t have a single clue.”

Tom tilts your face towards his, so you are forced to meet his gaze.

“And still, you’ll be dripping with me, acting as though the innocent little girl your family thinks you are.”

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tojisteddy · 2 months ago

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Private Chef!reader x John Price

and his family loves you. And I mean truly, deeply, loves every fiber of your being.

You’ve been with the family since the two youngest were born. Preparing meals for dinners after football & ballet practice and John and Ellie (his wife) work or when Ellie couldn’t stomach anything but zucchini and chicken when she had the last two. Snacks for tutoring sessions and play dates, family get togethers, tailgates and set aside meals for when the oldest (Maverick, wannabe bad ass) sneaks back in the home after a party at his friends. Providing warm and well thought out home cooked meals at their best and worst days, meals that could make them feel comfort that no one else could provide.

You were a second (or third, after the nanny) mother to the kids. No one could live without you.

And that goes for when John and Ellie were divorcing— you were smack dab in the middle of it.

Was that your expectation? God no.

When John broke the news to you and the nanny, both of you were looking for new jobs entirely. But John, the father who was trying to hold everything together, needed you two more than ever. So with a glance to each other, and the idea of a stable job guiding you, you both stayed.

Ellie, a good woman and mother at heart, but she didn’t want full custody of the kids. She’s pay her child support if she had to, see the kids on the weekends— she was a woman who gave up everything to be the mother John wanted for their kids while he was off in god knows where. It couldn’t last forever, not when she had aspirations to be a top lawyer, it required the same (if not more) sacrifices John made when he left on numerous occasions. She’d be starting her career from where she left off.

It was her dream, and John let her go.

Even if it meant having to separate.

You’d thought it’d be a clean and cut divorce, till Ellie started trying to bribe you. Random gifts and over complimenting, explaining how she could pay you more than John could.

Did you like the free gifts to all expenses paid spa days and the increase in vacation time? Maybe the bribery was working.

Up until it was Ava’s birthday, the second oldest, middle child to the core. 14 and trying.

It was a day of horrifics, the beginning of the day called for terrible weather so people canceled, but the weather was just fine. John tried to call the guests again but to no avail, which led you with shit ton of over prepped food, the whole house loud with 4 other rambunctious kids, and poor Ava ran off.

You were the only one who ran after her.

You and Ava— the girl was your baby. She saw you as a cool big sister, a friend, mentor— the mom she wish she could have. But she wouldn’t say it aloud. She loved her mom, but you were the one person who was always there for her. You knelt down to sit beside her under the large oak tree that stood in their yard, grabbing her hand gently before giving it a squeeze.

“I know what could make you feel better,” you say in a sing song voice, resting your chin on her shoulder.

She sniffs, shaking her head, “Nothing could make anything better! Everyone sucks, the universe hates me.”

“I say, screw the food, screw everyone. Screw the dumb party. We’ll do something better, I’ll make your favorite just like you wanted from the beginning but John made you change. I’ll call a couple of my friends, and we’ll dance to ABBA and Stevie Wonder all night, eat ice cream out the tub. Even do karaoke like you wanted, my friends got a killer machine with all the theatrics.”

She wiped her tears with back of her hands, scuffing.

You wiggle your shoulders into hers, “Come ooon~” you try one more time, falling over her which makes her groan into a giggle. “It’s gonna be fun Ava, just one dance! One little taste of bolognese. Just a little.”

She looks over at you, those big blue eyes shining, just like John’s do, “Just a little.” She mumbles.

And the night went off without a hitch, full of Ava’s favorite, dancing, singing, laughter and mocktails the kids loved to drink. John even danced stupidly like the old man he was, trying to show off his “moves.” He was a goof.

And it makes you think, that’s what you became a personal chef for, the fulfillment. The warm and comfort only you could bring to a family- to this one specifically. Despite the ups and downs. It made you feel full to the brim.

John comes up to you in the kitchen only after he notices you aren’t there. He’s been keeping you in view all night, getting lost in your laughter, your smile, your kindness- everything. This feeling, all the sparks that are suddenly going off, are new. It’s all something he hasn’t felt in years. And he takes your in from the door for a moment, lets his eyes fly all over you in your messy jeans and tight top as you clean up the mess from- well- everything. You’re gorgeous, even though you’re a little tired from the long day. He meets you at the farm house sink, shyly speaks, ears red, falling into step with you, rinsing the dishes that piled up too high. “I can’t thank you enough. For today. For helping Ava and then the party and being here. Even bringing out your own friends. It means a lot to us— to me.”

You give him a smile and a shrug, “You’ve been trying your hardest John, I know. This is just,” you sigh, content, “something I knew I could handle. I don’t mind helping. Plus, you would’ve managed just fine. You’re a good father John.”

“I wouldn’t have.”

“You would’ve.”

“I wouldn’t have, not without you [+].” And there’s such sincerity in his deep voice, in his ocean blue eyes, you don’t even have to look at him to know. His hand manages to find you’re in the soapy water, squeezing it ao you can properly look at him. They’ve got you lost in him. There’s a moment, just a sliver of a moment that makes you want to crash into him, that makes your heart beat a million times faster, that makes everything pause and that it’s just you two in this kitchen, on their property— on earth.

A magnet is pulling at you two, drawing you slowly closer together.

But you hear those ever so familiar quick clicks of high heals, a call of John and your names— back to reality, that makes you duck from around John, water splashing into the floor.

“Did I miss it? Where’s the birthday girl? Where are all the kids at?” Ellie asks out of breath, surveying the space.

You gulp down your feelings, let out a breath, “Everyone canceled. We had a good time nonetheless. She’s outside, singing her heart out.”

She lets out a sigh of relief, dabbing her face to make sure her makeup is intact, setting the large gift bags in her hands on the kitchen island. Her blonde eyebrow raises as she looks between the two of you. You are flustered, looking elsewhere, John on the other hand is tight lipped, irritated.

He missed his chance, he’s been waiting ages on.

“Are you guys okay?”

You quickly nod, John gives a slow one, a fake smile to follow, biting his tongue. You both speak at the same time.

“Just fine.”

“More than okay, love.”

Ellie looks between the two of you one more time, but shrugs, “Okay then. Come back out when you’re done. Party’s not over yet!”

And she’s out the back door and to the patio, there are squeals and giggles from everyone.

Leaving you and John standing in this overly thick tension.

How the hell were you going to stay now?

a/n: I’m sorry I haven’t been as active. I haven’t been feeling myself. But I was watching a lot of private chef videos and this became the inspo. I hope you like it. This is a one shot so 😋

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fangirlmermaid · 5 months ago

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A Simple Hack

Pairing: Husband!Luke Hughes x Wife!fem!reader

Summary: A simple TikTok hack led to a big discussion.

Warning: Lightly proofread, Spelling, and punctuation mistakes.

For context, you and Mo are childhood best friends.

part 2 part 3

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The movie theater near you sold little to no snacks; if they did, it would be expensive or the kind you hated. So your best friend sent you a TikTok of people pretending to be pregnant so they can sneak snacks into the movies, and you knew you had to try that.

You and your best friend Mo were supposed to meet your Husband Luke at the movies to see the new Captain America movie.

The two of you sat in Mo’s car in the five-below parking lot, stuffing as many snacks as possible into the styrofoam half-balls. Mo looked up at you. “Wait, did you tell Luke that we do this?” Mo wondered, and you shook your head. “I want to get his natural reaction. Plus, he would go on about how I don’t have to worry about because he’ll take care of me. I don’t want him wasting money on overpriced snacks for me,” you explained, placing your leggings up over the styrofoam ball to keep it in place. Mo squints her eyes towards you. “Wow, it must be so hard having a billionaire as a husband,” Mo said, making you roll your eyes.

You and Mo had a girls-only sleepover at her apartment the night before. Which gave you guys the perfect opportunity to get cheap snacks.

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Mo pulled into a parking spot at the movie theater, You saw Luke waiting outside. “He’s going to die.” You laughed, fixing your three layers of tank tops. You and Mo threw your hoodies on; Of course, you were wearing one of Luke's.

When Luke noticed the styrofoam, his mouth dropped, and he was speechless for the first time in his life.

“Hi, bub.” You smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Luke looked down at the ‘bump.’ “Why?” was all Luke was able to say. “Best way to sneak in snacks. I refuse to spend $15 on a snack and a soda that I’m going to finish before the trailers start,” you whispered, knowing that someone might narc on you. Luke placed his hands on your ‘bump.’

“Angel, you know I’ll pay for you.”

“I know, but I don’t want you wasting money.”

“I don’t mind. I want to spoil my wife.”

You and Luke have been married for a year, and you still get butterflies when he calls you his wife or Mrs.Hughes.

You pulled Luke into a chaste kiss. “I love you, bub, but it’s okay,” you assured. Luke still looked upset. “Don’t worry, I have some snacks for you,” You added.

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Luke still bought you a drink because he felt guilty.

You guys stood in the lobby, waiting for Mo to find her ticket on her phone. You noticed the employee who scanned the tickets kept glancing over towards you guys. “Quick, put your arm around me, pretend we’re together,” you mumbled, placing Luke’s hand on your hip. “We’re married,” Luke reminded, and you gave him a cheeky smile. “I know. I just like hearing you say it.” You told Luke, who was blushing.

Mo grabbed onto Luke’s bicep. “Let’s go,” Mo whined, pulling Luke and you. Mo and you were a package deal, you weren’t going to date anyone who didn’t like her. You told Luke that when he asked you out in tenth grade. The two had kept a weird friendship over the years.

Then Luke realized why the ticket girl was staring. “She probably thinks I knocked both of you up,” Luke groaned, throwing his head back. Mo scrunched her nose up. “Ew.” Mo gagged.

You ran your fingers through your husband's curly hair, knowing that would calm him down. “She’s not because I have proof that I won.” You smiled, wiggling your ring finger where your engagement ring and wedding band rest nicely. Luke smiled that you were wiggling the symbol of your marriage loud and proudly.

“I’m going to throw up. Can we go? I want to see my future husband, Anthony Mackie,” Mo groaned. Luke mimicked Mo, which led them to mimic how Miley and Jackson do from Hanna Montana. You stood between them. “Stop,” you pretended to be annoyed, but you were glad that you didn’t have to worry about them hooking up behind your back.

“Now Luke, don’t just stand there. Excourt your baby mamas to the theater.”

“That’s not funny, Angel.”

“Ew,” Mo whined before walking ahead of you two.

“I thought it was funny.” You smiled

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You guys walked toward your theater when some guy accidentally bumped into you.

“Sorry,” the guy apologized. You were about to say no problem, but Luke shielded you from the guy. “Watch where you're going!” Luke scolded, his fist clenching. You nervously glanced at Mo, who looked just as shocked as you. The guy looked like he was in his late 30s and was a little taller than Luke. The man put his hand up in defense. “I said I was sorry.” The guy explained.

Luke was about to say something but stopped when he felt you squeezing his bicep. “Get out of my sight,” Luke muttered; the guy walked away. Luke was never the one who would pick a fight, not on or off the ice; Luke brings you a bouquet of your favorite flowers if he didn’t like the tone he used when he spoke to you.

Luke spun around, one hand cupping your cheek and the other resting on the side of your ‘bump.’ “Are you okay?” Luke wondered, his eyes piercing into yours. “Luke, I-I’m fine. I promise.” You assured, wondering what the hell has gotten into him. The entire walk to the theater, Luke wrapped his strong arm around the styrofoam as if he was protecting you and the snacks. Damn he must really be hungry You thought.

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Luke helped you into your seat before sitting in his, “Thank fuck. I’m starving.” Mo grinned, ripping her styrofoam out.

You ripped yours out and handed Luke the snacks you got for him. “Thank you, angel, but take my card next time,” Luke mumbled before pulling you into a chaste kiss. You bumped your nose against his. “No. I have a big girl job. I can spoil my husband with snacks if I want to,” you smirked before pulling him into a lingering kiss. You thought after all these years Luke would give up trying to pay for you, but you forget how stubborn he can be.

You placed the styrofoam between you and the armrest that holds the drink. You notice a sad Luke out of the corner of your eye. You gazed up at him. “What’s wrong, bub?” you wondered. Luke glanced at the styrofoam and said, “Maybe you should keep that on. What if an usher comes in? can’t have my wife getting in trouble.” Luke explained, You knit your eyebrows together. What the hell is going on with him? You knew he was right; you put the styrofoam back on. Luke grinned and placed his hand on your thigh, You looked over at Mo, who was as confused as you were.

Throughout the whole movie, Luke kept placing his hand on the styrofoam, claiming to see an usher.

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You and Mo were in the lobby, standing outside the men's bathroom, waiting for Luke.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with him?” Mo wondered, you shrugged. First, you thought he was only acting like this because he was hungry, but he was still acting weird after you fed him.

“He’s being so clingy…even for him, and it’s grossing me out,” Mo admitted. You tried to think of what could make him act like this.

The Devils were on a winning streak, so it couldn’t be that.

Luke didn’t have a bad practice yesterday, he would’ve told you.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. “Ready to go home?” Luke mumbled into your neck. You nodded and waved bye to Mo.

You saw Mo mouth the words call me forming her hand into a phone and putting it towards her ear. It warmed your heart knowing that even though she argues with Luke, she kind of cares about him.

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When you get home, you take off the styrofoam ball and head into the kitchen to make Dinner. Luke was following you like a lost puppy.

Luke sat at the kitchen island, admiring you the whole time you made dinner. “You okay?” You wondered, draining the boiling water from the pot. “Yeah,” Luke smiled, standing up and walking towards you.

You were mixing the butter into the pasta when you felt Luke's strong arms wrapping around your waist. He slipped his hands under your shirt, holding your bare hips. “You sure you're okay?” You wonder as you continue to make dinner. “Yeah,” Luke assured, shoving his face into your neck.

Luke was placing delicate, small wet kisses on your shoulder, A sharp breath was released from your mouth when Luke placed a wet kiss on the pulse from the side of your neck.

You snapped out of his spell and pulled yourself out of his arms. “Angel,” Luke whined, trying to rewrap you into his arm. You caught his wrist, and you looked into his glassy eyes, the same kind he gets after sex. “Let’s talk on the couch,” you said, tugging him towards the couch.

You placed Luke down on the couch before sitting next to him. Luke looked down at his lap. “Is something wrong? You haven’t been acting like yourself since Mo and I met you at the theaters.” You said starting to get worried. Luke kept staring into his lap, you noticed he was blushing.

“Are you upset about something?”

Luke shook his head

“Did something happen at practice yesterday?”

Luke shook his head

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you. “Then tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. You know I won’t judge you.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

“I want to have a baby,” Luke blurted out before his brain caught up to him. You stared at him; you and Luke talked about having a family back when you were engaged. “Seeing you acting like you were pregnant. Letting people at the movies think that I put a baby in you…It drove me crazy,” Luke explained. It’s all starting to make sense: yelling at the stranger at the movies, wanting you to keep the styrofoam on during the movie, helping you into your seat. It was all because he liked seeing you be pregnant.

“Imagine a mini us running around, I can teach them hockey.” Luke smiled; the idea of a toddler running around did warm your heart. On the plus side, you won’t have to deal with period cramps for nine months.

You knew you wanted kids, especially after you married Luke, but due to his crazy schedule, you thought you would have to wait on having them.

“I don’t want to force you or rush you into having them. I know we’re young, and my schedule is crazy, but I know our love for each other is strong and can get through anything.” Luke smiled, your eyes glossed.

You know he would be a good dad every time you see him hang out with the kids from Hockey in New Jersey (Sorry if that isn’t the name). It always made your ovaries explode.

You wanted kids, and so did he.

You smiled at him. “Okay…Let’s have a baby.”

Luke pulled you into a passionate kiss.

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.ᐟ RIIZE scenario: waking up after a hookup with ex!riize ༉‧₊˚. (hyung line.)

req: Can you write something about waking up after a hookup with ex!riize with a little bit of angst?

pairing: ex!riize x reader — masterlist

shotaro

Shotaro and you had agreed to remain good friends after the breakup, so neither of you minded when your mutual friends invited you to meals, parties, or birthdays. After one of these parties, both of you ended up quite drunk, so Shotaro decided to accompany you home, and from there, he would call a taxi, just to make sure you got home safely. But, as expected, the taxi was never called. A farewell hug led to a kiss, and that kiss ultimately resulted in both of you ending up in your bed.

The next morning, you were the first to wake up, confused to feel someone sleeping next to you. You had drunk so much that you couldn’t even remember how you ended up there the night before. When Shotaro woke up, he had the same look of confusion and fear as he realized the situation. You both stayed silent, staring at each other, not knowing exactly what to say.

“Did we…?” Shotaro finally broke the silence.

“What do you think, Shotaro? Of course, we did.”

“Damn…” He said, putting his hands on his head and gripping his hair for a few seconds. Why was he acting like this was something so serious? You were no longer a couple, but it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this. “Do you remember what you said to end up here?”

“Huh? Are you blaming me? I don’t remember much, but I clearly remember how you were touching my waist all night at the party.”

“Come on, Y/N, we both know that we always ended up doing what you wanted when we went out together…”

You couldn’t believe that Shotaro was blaming you for all of this when it had clearly been a mutual decision. At that moment, it was the first time you felt anger filling your body, unable to bear being in the same room as Shotaro.

“So, are you saying it’s my fault we ended up in bed together? I can’t believe this… Leave.” You said, grabbing his clothes from the floor and throwing them at his face, then opening the door to your room.

eunseok

It was almost midnight when you received a message from your ex-boyfriend: “I need you.” You had been together for almost 5 years, so Eunseok knew quite well how to get your attention, or rather, how to make you need him. You stared at the message, not knowing what to reply. You knew it was wrong to go to his place now, after more than 2 years without any contact. But you couldn’t lie, you missed his touch and the way he made you feel too much. Before you could respond, another message popped up: “I’m at the door.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second to go to your front door and open it, finding that look you had missed so much. No words were needed to know what he came for, so you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside.

The next morning, you woke up to Eunseok looking at you with a smile, although you immediately noticed that it wasn’t the same kind of look he usually gave you; something had changed, but you couldn’t tell what.

“Good morning.” You whispered, giving him a smile and letting him fix your hair.

“Good morning.” He replied after a few seconds.

You were both holding each other, looking at each other in silence while giving each other soft caresses, feeling how much you had missed waking up next to each other. In one of those moments, you grabbed Eunseok’s hand, trying to intertwine your fingers. When you raised your hand with his, you saw something you had never seen on his hand: a ring on his ring finger. You stared at it silently for a few seconds while Eunseok looked at you, his expression changing completely. It wasn’t just any ring; it was an engagement ring. You quickly pulled his hand away and looked at him.

“Is that…? Eunseok, are you…? No, it can’t be…” You struggled to get the words out of your mouth.

“I can explain…” Hearing those words, you quickly got out of bed, not wanting to be near Eunseok. You started walking around nervously and, of course, angry.

“Really, Eunseok? Cheating? You have a fiancée? I expected anything from you, but this? I can’t believe it… Am I now the other woman?” Your words came out broken, with a trembling voice.

“Y/N, a lot has happened in these two years, but I really missed you, and…”

“Shut up. Shut up and grab your things before I call whoever your fiancée is.”

sungchan

You thought this wouldn’t happen again, but you always say the same thing. The relationship you had with Sungchan was too toxic, which is why you decided to break up; but you couldn’t stop seeing each other. You were both too obsessed with each other despite everything. One of those nights, when you called Sungchan because you desperately needed him, everything went as usual. You had missed him so much during the weeks he couldn’t hang out, so everything happened too quickly and urgently.

The next morning, you woke up because of the alarm you had forgotten to turn off, quickly shutting it off and turning around to hug Sungchan’s large back. You left a few kisses on it before opening your eyes, freezing when you saw something unexpected. On Sungchan’s back, there were some very red scratch marks, which weren’t yours. They couldn’t be. First of all, you didn’t have nails long enough to leave scratches, and secondly, you clearly remembered all the positions you two did the night before, and at no point did you scratch him or grab his back in that way. You stayed silent, analyzing them, until Sungchan slowly woke up and turned to look at you.

“Good morning, doll.”

“What… is that on your back?”

“Huh? Do I have something?” He said, a bit confused, trying to touch his back as best as he could.

“Who did this?”

“W-What…?” Sungchan realized what you were talking about when he saw your serious face, his expression changing in an instant. “Oh… that? Come on, Y/N… You know we’re not dating, we’re not forbidden from being with other people, and…”

You quickly got out of bed, not wanting to hear any more of his words. You had been there for him all this time, with the slightest hope that you would get back together, but you had just discovered that he no longer saw you the same way. Not anymore. You grabbed his clothes from the floor and threw them on the bed, storming out of the room with a loud slam of the door.

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you want me to pretend? | twelve

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, angst, college au, smau/irl, mentions of medical procedures, surgery, hospitals, medicine, jealousy, breastfeeding mentioned once.

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: it took me longer than I wanted but my health wasn't cooperating. This wasn't supposed to be a flashback but if I had added this to last chapter it would've been too long. We will be back to the present time line next part, I just needed to get this out of the way. ENJOY 🙂‍↕️

11 | 12 | 13

Sophomore year - Spring Break 2023

“Look, it’s not packed, I told you,” you said to Kelce.

“Yeah, whatever,” he rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to come to the beach, but you and Angie did, and he was tagging along because it was his only day with nothing planned.

“You know you are crashing, right?” you teased him.

“Excuse me for wanting to spend time with my best friend.” Kelce rolled his eyes again as you laid out something for the three of you to sit on.

“I am spending time with my best friend,” you said with a little smirk, referring to Angie and not him.

“Just say you hate me,” he said, putting a hand over his chest and pretending to be hurt. Meanwhile, Angie was just chuckling and setting down some of the items she had brought for the picnic at the beach.

After the three of you were settled, you took some pictures as you always did and started talking. The conversation began with Angie telling you about Ethan and what had happened with him in more detail, and that he had tried to explain why he did what he did, but only made things worse. Kelce gave his opinions when asked; he knew better than to interrupt the two of you during your catch-up session. The conversation shifted to Kelce and Nikki, the girl he was seeing. She was nice, and you didn’t have much to tell him about her, just that sometimes she was a bit too jealous, but he knew that and liked it.

After eating and having a lighthearted chat, Kelce decided to probe a bit about the Jordan and Rafe topic. He wasn’t asking to get something out of it, but after the party and the date a month ago, he had been wanting to ask some things, though he had held back, not wanting to piss you off. You had reacted a bit badly to his lack of enthusiasm when you told him about the date, so he had refrained from asking why you had suddenly decided to give all your energy and attention to Jordan when you had been feeling unsure about him.

“So, how are things with Jordan? Any plans for this week?”

“No, we have been talking here and there. He wants to go out again, but our schedules keep clashing.”

“It’s spring break; shouldn’t he be free?” Kelce tried to sound supportive, but he didn’t like Jordan; there was something that didn’t sit right with him. The only person he had admitted this to was Rafe because he knew he also didn’t like him, though Rafe’s reasons were completely different. Kelce just didn’t like the guy, while Rafe didn’t like Jordan because you liked Jordan. Jealousy.

“He has plans with his family,” you said, taking a sip of your Coke.

“Okay, yeah, I get it…” he paused. “But besides that, everything is good, right?”

“Yes, after the date, he has been even sweeter, mentioning things I told him, and he always brings up the date. I’m taking it as a good sign.” You said, and Angie nodded as if to reassure you.

“No regrets on going on the date then?” Kelce stated rather than questioned.

“No regrets at all,” you said with a smile. “Why? You thought I was regretting it?”

“No, no, just making sure you feel okay with him.”

“I do, thanks for asking.”

“So Rafe?” he said, not knowing how else to bring it up. You knitted your eyebrows.

“Rafe? What about Rafe?”

“You don’t like him anymore?”

“What?” You asked, even more confused; he had caught you off guard. You hadn’t told him you had a crush on him. Angie had been the only one who knew about what you called a silly crush.

“Or did I get it wrong?” Kelce asked, trying to read your reaction. You sighed, giving up.

“No… I did have a little crush on him for a while, but it’s over now.” He smirked at your answer.

“When?”

“When what?”

“When did you get over him? Was it before or after you saw him kissing Sofia?” He was testing you, and you hated it.

“Who is Sofia?” Angie asked, a bit confused.

“High school friend of Kelce,” you explained to her. “And that kiss is not relevant.” It was; you knew it had been relevant. It had been the whole reason you decided to move on.

“If you say so.”

“Kelce, I don’t like him anymore, okay?”

“Thought it was a silly crush,” Angie added, grinning.

“Angie!” you huffed and rolled your eyes.

—

This time, the family spring break trip had also been a family reunion; older cousins and other relatives had tagged along. There were more kids around this time, and Emily was over the moon to have cousins her age and even nieces and nephews who were her age or close to it to play with. Rafe mingled and talked to everyone, but at the end of the day, he always returned to what he felt comfortable with: Sarah. They were that pair of cousins who did almost everything together since childhood, and people mistook them for siblings. His mom and Sarah’s mom had been best friends since college, and by luck or destiny, they had married brothers, which led them to share a last name. Later on, it resulted in Sarah having her aunt’s name as her middle name.

So, as with any other dinner, Sarah and Rafe were sitting next to each other, ready to comment on whatever would happen during the meal or had happened earlier.

“Who do you think will end up drinking more tonight?” Sarah asked.

“Grandpa, maybe; it’s always him. Watch him make toasts for nothing to excuse his drinking,” Rafe said, chuckling under his breath.

“I think it's gonna be Liliana. She officially stopped breastfeeding, and she said she wasn't looking after the baby today.” She chuckled, and Rafe rolled his eyes.

“I know; she almost threw Theo at me today.”

The dinner went on normally, just as they had expected. At one point, it was just the grown-ups at the table, but they were not interested in that talk, and Sarah had wanted to ask Rafe something for a while but hadn’t had the chance to do so.

“So… how are you feeling now about the Y/N situation?” she asked, a bit scared of how he was going to react.

“What situation?”

“Your feelings for her.”

“I’m okay; she’s with Jordan, so I don’t care anymore.” He said it was nothing, but Sarah knew better. This time, she didn’t want to push him to say more, or he would shut her off entirely, and that was not her intention.

“So that’s it?” she asked, a bit concerned. Rafe sighed.

“Yeah, that’s it…”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No, she’s just a friend, I guess. I don’t know; we never got to talk or hang out one-on-one, so I guess she’s just part of the friend group but not my friend.” Sarah noticed the resignation in his voice, and it made her feel bad. She knew Jordan a bit, and she didn’t feel like he was a bad guy. Of course, between Jordan and Rafe, she would choose Rafe for you, but you were happy with Jordan.

“I’m sorry…”

“Look, she’s with him, and I just don’t care anymore. It’s her life; she can do whatever she wants, and that’s it.”

Coming out of the anesthesia was hell. You didn’t remember anything you had done. You thought you had just passed out, but according to the nurses, you talked a lot. You even fought with one of them. You apologized, and she said she was used to it; she knew patients didn’t mean it.

As your mom had gone out of your room to check on you and see if the insurance was covering this, a nurse helped you shower and get ready to go home. Even though you knew it didn’t matter how you looked, you styled your hair and did your makeup because you wanted to look presentable.

“Is your boyfriend waiting for you at home?” the nurse asked in a gentle tone, just trying to make conversation.

“Oh no, no, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you chuckled softly.

“Oh, I’m sorry for asking. I just assumed from the way you were talking about this guy when you were coming out of the anesthesia.”

“Oh, did I say his name?” you asked, curious about what you had said.

“No, honey, I’m sorry, but you were saying how nice and thoughtful he was at your birthday. I don’t interrupt when patients are like that; I just let them talk,” she said gently, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Rafe.

“Probably just one of my friends,” you lied. You didn’t have to lie to the nurse who didn’t know about your life, but you did.

“Well then, you have amazing friends,” she said.

—

When you got back home, you stayed in the living room, not wanting to walk up the stairs. Jordan had called you, asking if he could drop by to see how you were doing, and you had agreed. When he arrived, you two talked, and he met your mom briefly. You were listening to music and just hanging out when the doorbell rang.

“Don’t even try to stand up,” he said in a warning but caring tone. He wanted to go answer the door, but your mom went first. You heard a soft, “Thanks,” before she closed the door.

“What was it?” you asked loud enough for your mom to hear.

“Sarah sent you a get-well-soon basket.” She placed the basket next to you so you could see what was inside.

“This is too cute; I need to text her.” Jordan smiled at your reaction to the gift from Sarah. “Oh, look at the card! It has a band-aid,” you chuckled softly as you looked at the front of the card. It was a band-aid with googly eyes, stick hands, and legs, and it read, “Get well soon.”

After texting Sarah, you grabbed the card and checked what she had told you. It was signed just as she said it would be: Sarah and Rafe. You felt something tug at your heart as you read the handwritten note, but you had to ignore it.

“Jordan, can you change the song, please?” He nodded and went to grab your phone to change the song.

“Of course.” He didn’t mean to see the texts waiting there for you to read, but he did. Rafe Cameron. He knew Rafe as one of Topper's friends. You had mentioned him a couple of times when you two had started talking, but it never made him worry.

Jordan didn’t think of himself as a jealous guy, but when he read what Rafe had bought you, it made him want to hit the guy. Why was he buying you things? Wasn’t this supposed to be just from Sarah?

“Can I see the card?” he asked. You nodded and passed it to him. When he opened it, he suppressed a huff. He had seen your reaction to the card, and now that he knew Rafe was in it, something just didn’t sit right with him. He was sure his eye was going to start twitching if he didn’t calm down.

Jordan tried to ignore the feeling for the rest of the time he was there. He canceled a plan he had just made to stay there in a way to compensate for not buying you anything like Sarah and Rafe had done. He didn’t tell you how he felt; you needed to focus on your recovery, and he had to focus on not feeling jealous of Rafe.

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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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𝟎𝟔. 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

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the uber driver doesn’t ask questions, even when you show up clutching a half-soggy duffel bag, a suitcase, and a storage bin labeled emergency shoes. you’re too tired to explain anyway. by the time the car pulls up to the mansion, your shirt’s still damp from the water damage and you’re operating on the kind of autopilot that comes after seeing both god and a stranger’s penis in one morning.

the mansion is somehow louder than you remember. not in volume (yet), but in presence. the ivy on the gate. the guitars visible through the windows. the front door swinging open before you can even knock.

a man you don’t recognize opens it.

not one of them, not isagi or shidou or kaiser or any other band member.

he’s tall. broad shoulders, soft brown hair, a smile that feels like it was designed in a lab for charm. he’s in a vintage soccer jersey and grey sweats, holding a mug that says fuck around & find out espresso.

“you must be the intern with the roof problem,” he says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “welcome to the asylum.”

“thanks,” you say, trying not to blink too much. “and… you are?”

“alexis ness. professional peacekeeper, occasional tambourine player, and kaiser’s unofficial emotional support human.” he pauses. “or maybe official. depends on how dramatic he’s feeling.”

you freeze at that.

kaiser’s best friend. of course.

you clock it immediately in the way he says “kaiser” like he’s known him since birth. the way his mouth pulls crooked when he mentions him, like there’s too much history in the sentence. the casual lean against the doorframe. the comfort. the confidence.

and suddenly, you wonder: does ness know about you?

before you can spiral, ness steps back and gestures you in. “you’ll like it here. i mean, you’ll hate it too, obviously, but it’s the good kind of chaos.”

you nod, a little unsure, and step past him into the house.

the floorboards creak. the scent of sandalwood and whatever cologne shidou oversprays hangs in the air. someone’s blasting a bassline from upstairs. a dog you didn’t know existed barks once and then goes dead silent. chaos, indeed.

ness grabs your duffel and suitcase like it weighs nothing and nudges you toward the living room. “that’s my puppy, by the way. also, shidou was supposed to give you the tour, but he’s currently in a passionate argument with the microwave, so… good luck.”

you open your mouth to ask what kind of argument? but shidou’s voice echoes from the kitchen: “I TYPED FOUR-FIVE-ZERO. NOT FOUR-FIVE-ZERO-ZERO, YOU LYING BOX OF LIES–”

ness doesn’t even flinch. just sips his espresso like it’s wine and says, “i’ll leave you in his capable hands.”

and just like that, he’s gone. disappears down the hall like he was never there.

charismatic. friendly. a little too nice.

you don’t miss the fact that he never asked about the roof. or the trauma. or the neighbor. just let you in like you were already a fixture here.

and maybe that’s what makes you nervous.

“yo!” shidou grins, poking his head out of the kitchen just as ness disappears down the hallway. his bleach-blond-pink hair is messily spiked like he headbutted a wall on the way down and liked how it looked. “our new resident roofless wonder.”

you manage a weak smile. “that’s me.”

“sick.” he tosses a slice of cold pizza into his mouth, chews once, then starts walking away. “follow me. i’m giving you the tour. even though you’ve been here before, you haven’t seen everything.”

you trail after him like a ghost in damp socks.

“so,” shidou says, kicking open a door with the kind of confidence reserved for people who’ve never faced consequences. “this is the studio. sacred space. if you touch anything, we’ll cry.”

the studio is a mess of cables, vintage amps, and LED lights set to a seizure-inducing strobe pattern. there’s a cracked snare drum in the corner and three different guitars on stands – two of them signed, one covered in questionable stickers. it smells like sweat, berries (weirdly), and creative tension.

“you’ll hear kaiser blasting guitar solos at 3 AM,” shidou adds, already halfway down the hall. “get used to it.”

“great,” you mutter.

he shows you the gym (it smells like sanitizer and ego), the laundry room (someone wrote “don’t wash my jeans” in eyeliner on the dryer), and the second-floor balcony (“this is where isagi comes to dramatically stare into the distance when he’s mad at us”).

every room comes with a weird anecdote, a broken object, and a faint buzz of something unresolved. like the house is alive. pulsing with leftover arguments and the ghosts of bad ideas.

“this one’s karasu’s room. don’t knock unless you want to hear mixing at illegal volumes and him whispering threats to his hard drive.”

“sae lives here, technically. he disappears for weeks, but still expects his snacks to be untouched. bold of him.”

“rin’s room. don’t go in. just don’t.”

you try to laugh at the right moments. keep your expression neutral. open eyes, soft smile, minimal judgment. your best PR face. but everything feels too loud. too much. the walls feel like they’re listening. like the house has already decided what to think of you, and you haven’t even unpacked. you’re not used to this much presence in one place. not used to so many big personalities crashing into each other and calling it home.

“and this,” shidou says finally, kicking open one more door, “is the guest room. or your room. whatever.”

you step inside. it smells faintly like fabric softener and dust, like someone else lived here once and left in a hurry. there’s a dent in the wall shaped suspiciously like a bass guitar. you drop your bag on the edge of the bed and try to exhale.

“it used to be niko’s room,” shidou says casually. “he’s our makeup artist and stylist. he moved out after the blender incident though.”

you blink. “what happened with the blender?”

“you’ll find out,” he grins, backing out of the room. “also, don’t drink the oat milk. it’s mine.”

he vanishes down the hall, humming something off-key.

you’re finally alone again.

and somehow, that makes it worse.

but despite these overwhelming feelings, you manage to unpack halfway.

clothes get tossed into drawers without folding. your toothbrush sits in a cup that isn’t yours, next to a sink that drips every few minutes like it’s counting down (the faucet just wasn’t closed all the way). your charger’s in the wall. laptop on the desk. water bottle refilled from a kitchen that smells like overpriced protein powder and pizza. you leave your duffel bag on the floor like a body you don’t want to deal with yet.

the room is… big. but everything in it looks like it used to belong to someone else. there’s a navy hoodie on the desk chair that smells faintly like bergamot and regret. you sit on the bed and don’t move for a few seconds, trying to figure out if your body fits here.

eventually, you open your laptop. the doc is still up. and the comment section’s a battlefield. they’re highlighted in colors – green for approvals, yellow for questions, red for chaos. some are kind. others feel like paper cuts you didn’t know you had until the sting.

@karasudarkmode: this scene doesn’t flow. trim the silence or add B-roll of them fucking around during soundcheck.

@b.stingg: "why does it lowkey look like shidou has rabies here. do we love it or fix it?"

@yoichigoals: "do NOT cut the part where isagi throws the drumstick at kaiser"

@kaiserchiefed: "kaiser’s lighting is trash in this shot. fix it or i’m dropping this series"

@saebae404: "she’s clearly trying to mediate. you can see it in her face. leave it in."

@rinpls: "soft piano transition? r u okay?? this isn’t a romcom???"

@notttness: "this moment feels honest. might be nice to linger on her reaction a little longer."

@anonymous87: "she doesn’t know what she’s doing."

you stare at that last one. you don’t know who it is. the username’s blank. no icon. no name. just a red bubble and a feeling that sinks right into your ribs like it belongs there.

your hand drags the cursor away from the comment, but it doesn’t help. you still feel it sitting behind your eyes. you close the laptop. let it fall shut with a quiet click.

outside the door, you can hear faint guitar from another room, probably kaiser. always too loud. a half-laugh from bachira. someone stomping down the hall yelling something about noodles being missing. everything outside these four walls feels miles away and two inches too close.

you lie back on the mattress. it’s too firm, like it doesn’t know how to hold you yet. your eyes settle on the ceiling. intact. whole. nothing leaking or broken. but still unfamiliar.

you let out a breath that doesn’t fix anything and whisper to no one in particular: “i don’t know if i can do this.”

you don’t mean just the doc. or the band. or the weird maze of boy energy echoing through the halls.

you mean all of it – this house. this job. this version of you.

a soft knock pulls you out of your head. not loud. not rushed. just three quiet taps on the door like whoever’s on the other side is trying not to startle you.

you sit up slowly, still curled in the corner of the bed, laptop closed and heart somewhere near your throat.

“yeah?” you say, voice soft.

the door opens just enough to let in a sliver of hallway light, and isagi.

he peeks in with that careful look he gets sometimes, like he’s asking permission just by existing. “you okay?”

you shake your head slightly. “not really. but come in.”

he steps inside with a mug in one hand and a bag of those overpriced chocolate chip cookies he always hoards in the pantry. he’s in sweatpants and a hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, hair a little messy like he just ran a hand through it one too many times.

“thought you could use a break,” he says simply, walking over and holding out the snacks. “today was rough for you.”

you take the cookies and manage a real smile this time. “thanks. and yeah… i needed a second.”

he sits on the floor beside your bed, back resting against the frame, long legs stretched out like he’s done this a thousand times before. like it’s normal. like you are.

“how was the doc today?” he asks, tilting his head up toward you.

you groan. “someone said i don’t know what i’m doing.”

he makes a face. “who?”

“anonymous.”

he rolls his eyes. “coward energy. i could create a fake account and dox them right now.”

you laugh a little under your breath, and something in your chest softens.

“you don’t have to be ‘on’ all the time, you know,” he says after a beat. “not in this house. not with us.”

you glance down at him. he’s not looking at you – he’s looking straight ahead, voice low and calm. like he’s said this before. maybe to himself.

you nod slowly. “i’m just… trying not to mess this up.”

“you won’t,” he says without hesitation. “and if you do, we’ve all already done worse. like, much worse. you’ve seen it.”

you laugh again, more freely this time. and then you notice it – the glint of his lip piercing catching the light as he smiles at his own dumb comment. your eyes linger a little too long.

you’ve seen it before, of course. it’s not new. but now, in the low light of the room, with no one else around and the weight of his voice still hanging between you, it feels different.

you wonder, briefly, what the metal feels like. cold? warm from his skin? what it would feel like if –

“what’s funny?” comes a sharp voice from the hallway.

the door creaks open wider without warning, and kaiser walks in like it’s his house (because, well… it is). his eyes go from you to isagi in two seconds flat, narrowing slightly.

isagi shifts, still seated on the floor. “nothing.”

“must be hilarious, if you’re in here giggling like teenagers.” kaiser leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “didn’t realize interns got emotional support visits now.”

you stiffen instinctively, the warmth of the moment evaporating.

“she had a rough day,” isagi says evenly. “i was checking in.”

“aw. sweet of you.” kaiser’s voice drips with sarcasm. “next you’ll be tucking her in.”

you feel the tension between them spark like static.

isagi stands up slowly, his expression calm, but jaw tight. “i’m heading out.”

before leaving though, he gives you a small nod – you okay? – and you nod back, even though your heart is pounding.

kaiser steps aside, but only just enough to let him pass. as isagi walks out, his shoulder brushes kaiser’s slightly. neither of them flinches. neither of them breaks eye contact.

you sit frozen on the bed, watching it all unfold like a match has been lit in a room full of gasoline. and then –

“you always do this,” isagi mutters, not even fully facing him.

kaiser tilts his head, smile sharp. “do what, yoichi?”

isagi turns back around. “act like you’re untouchable. like you can treat everyone around you like props in your little lead guitarist fantasy.”

kaiser's grin widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “you think i’m the problem? that's cute, coming from the guy who needs an entire documentary to fix his image.”

you flinch at that one. isagi’s jaw tightens. “we agreed on the doc. it was your mess that got livestreamed.”

kaiser laughs, like this is all hilarious. “oh please. you loved the attention. finally got your little moment of solo fame, huh? too bad it was just you bitching about how no one listens to you in the band.”

you blink. okay, now it’s not about you anymore. now it’s about them.

“you never listen,” isagi snaps, voice rising. “you bulldoze every decision. you rewrite melodies last minute. you throw out lyrics we worked on for weeks just because you ‘don’t vibe with them’–”

“because they suck!” kaiser roars back. “they’re stale! they’re safe! you wanna play it nice for the fans, i wanna make shit that blows people’s heads off!”

“not everything needs to be about you.”

there’s a loud slam – kaiser’s fist hits the wall. your breath catches.

the sound draws footsteps, fast and stumbling. bachira’s the first to appear in the hallway, face wide-eyed. shidou’s right behind him, shirtless, hair tousled, looking thrilled and confused all at once. sae, rin, and karasu follow behind.

“what the hell’s going on?” shidou asks, stepping into the room like he’s walking into a concert.

ness is next, pushing past them with urgency in his face. “kaiser, enough,” he says, grabbing his best friend’s arm. “you’re taking it too far.”

kaiser shrugs him off violently. “stay out of this.”

“he’s not wrong,” isagi spits. “you’re spiraling.”

kaiser’s eyes gleam with something unreadable. “oh, and you’re the stable one now? you were ready to walk out two months ago, remember that? i begged you to stay.”

“you didn’t beg,” isagi growls. “you threatened to erase all the tracks with my vocals.”

“same thing.”

“guys, seriously,” bachira steps in now, holding his palms out, smile gone. “you’re scaring her.”

your heart lurches when you realize they mean you.

you hadn’t realized you were still sitting on the bed, arms wrapped tight around yourself, fingers numb. the room is shaking, not literally, but it feels like it. every breath is too loud. your pulse in your ears, louder.

ness tries again, stepping between them. “kai, back the fuck off. you’re not thinking.”

kaiser doesn’t back down. instead, he jabs a finger toward isagi. “you want her? take her. but don’t pretend you’re any better than me.”

“this isn’t about her,” isagi snaps.

“could’ve fooled me. all that sweet little ‘you don’t have to be on all the time’ bullshit? you laying groundwork, yoichi?”

the way he says your name, like it’s a weapon, makes your stomach twist.

“stop it,” you say quietly, but no one hears.

shidou leans against the doorframe now, brows raised, clearly entertained. “damn. y’all throwing punches or just foreplay?”

“shidou,” sae barks. “get out.”

but it’s already too far gone. voices are overlapping now. bachira’s trying to talk over them, but kaiser’s yelling, isagi’s yelling back, and then something crashes – glass, maybe. you don’t see what broke. you don’t care anymore.

you stand up slowly. none of them notice.

“stop,” you try again. “please.”

ness is physically holding kaiser back now, arms locked around his chest as kaiser lunges toward isagi. it’s not a fight, it’s something worse. it’s history spilling out in front of you. ugly and raw.

and you realize, for the first time, that this has been waiting to happen.

maybe you’re just the excuse.

you step past them.

only then does the room fall quiet.

you don’t look at any of them. you just speak, voice soft, but sharp enough to cut through the heat still thick in the air.

“you guys don’t even see what you’re doing to each other anymore.”

silence. heavy. full of things left unsaid.

you walk down the hallway, heart in your throat, hands trembling. you could cry. you won’t. not yet.

the final thought crawls in, uninvited, but real:

i came here because i had no place to go. but now i’m wondering if i’ve just walked into a different kind of collapse.

masterlist | ch. 05 | ch. 07 (coming soon)

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