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[fruit punch] taesan x f!reader | 11.4k words enemies to lovers, also idiots to lovers, college au, alcohol consumption, mutual pining, smut (making out, fingering f. receiving, handjobs, vaginal sex, protected sex, oral sex), dom!taesan if you squint, y/n is lowkey evil sometimes, they're both just confused and dumb note. ty to the anon for sending this request! i had sm fun writing this~~ sorry it took so long i started uni again and lost all of my free time. hope everyone enjoys broody and grumpy taesan hehe. @onedoornet :P

taesan swears he can feel his blood pumping in his ears every time he sees you. he's come to loathe the feeling, the way his stomach flips and twitches when he hears your voice. his senses heighten and his vision tunnels on you, as if a curtain has been draped over everyone and everything else. his whole body is attuned to you, like he's your fucking puppet.

it's sick, he hates how much he unconsciously worships you. he's reminded of it every time he hears your voice around the corner or your name in conversations.

the reason he despises his affinity for you is because he knows you don't feel the same -- he's almost certain he doesn't even occupy a sliver of your mind.

he knows you're lively and expressive in conversation, at least that's what he's heard. every time he come around and joins conversation with your mutual friends, you suddenly have no words left on your tongue and no thoughts left in your mind. taesan can probably count the amount of times you've spoken to him directly on one hand.

taesan doesn't know what he's done, or what he's doing to put you off of him, but he's been done with your little hate boner against him for a while now. no matter how stuffy his lungs get or how tight his pants get when you seep into his vision or his mind, taesan couldn't care less, not anymore. he rolls his eyes and spins on a heel when he sees you or hears your pretty voice; or he sighs and falls face first onto his pillow when you creep in his solitary thoughts.

he feels like your fucking dog, drooling and falling over you while you can't even look him in the eye.

taesan would say he has a strong resolve and sense of self, and it disgusts him to no end how you weaken and crumble his walls with a simple half-smile, all while ignoring him entirely like he's gum on your shoes.

on top of everything, he had the unfortunate experience of witnessing you verbally confirm your distaste for the boy.

taesan was sifting through the library's aisles, looking for a book to use for his music theory paper. around the corner, you happened to be sitting at one of the study tables, chatting with your friends carelessly, not realizing the topic of your conversation was standing less than 10 feet away.

it wasn't the boy's intent to eavesdrop, but he was in earshot and couldn't escape your conversation if he wanted to. and he wished he did, after hearing the next words that came out of you and your friends mouths.

"formal's coming up soon, who are you taking, y/n?"

"ugh, i don't know who to ask." to his dismay, his ears perked at the sound of your voice.

"what about taesan?" the boy tensed at the sound of his name rolling off your friend, giselle's, tongue. the giggle that left her mouth after made his stomach twist and jolt.

"are you crazy? jesus, giselle. no way!" taesan felt his already bruised heart drop to his ass. you sounded appalled, and your tone only rubbed salt on the boy's already open wound.

there wasn't much left to hear, taesan wasn't keen on sticking around to listen to you guys keep talking shit about him. he spun on his heel and left the library as fast as he could without running. his paper would just have to wait a few hours.

it was a sour memory that made him wince, and it was a scene that he replayed in his head every time he felt his heart race around you.

today was no exception, as taesan walked into the lobby of his apartment complex -- which is unfortunately the same complex that you lived in -- he caught a glance of you in his peripheral, you were studying with friends in one of the lobby's booths, smiling like your usual joyous self. not that taesan would even know; your bubbly side isn't something he's familiar with in the slightest.

once again, to his dismay, the boy felt his heart jolt in his ribcage, the solid thumping a bit more noticeable than before. and like a routine that was ingrained in him, he quelled his outburst of excitement before it could fully bubble to the surface.

forget it, she hates you.

turning his attention to his phone, taesan lazily walked over to the mailroom to pick up a package he ordered a while ago. he then made his way over to the elevator, still paying no mind to his surroundings, scrolling through his friends' recent text messages and posts on instagram. it wasn’t until the elevator doors opened, he walked in, and punched his floor's button that he looked away from his phone; he opted to stare at his shoe instead, back slumping against the wall behind him.

the elevator doors started closing before they suddenly halted and reopened. taesan heard heavy breathing, like someone was running to catch the doors. when his gaze shifted upward curiously, he felt his entire being tense, fingers suddenly digging into the sides of the cardboard box he was holding.

it was you; your hair was fluttering around your face and your backpack was hanging haphazardly off one shoulder, still half unzipped. your cheeks were red and flushed from your hasty entrance and your lips were parted slightly, drawing in soft breaths as your eyes locked with his.

taesan was horrified, and he gave you a quick nod of acknowledgement to avoid having to speak to you. he hoped to god his disdain didn't show across his face -- he was barely confident that he even managed to nod without his neck twitching. in the time it took him to blink, you slipped into the elevator and were now standing 3 feet to his left.

suddenly, it was as if the ceiling of the elevator was the most interesting thing the boy had ever seen, and taesan stared at the patterns in the ceiling tile like his life depended on it, trying to pretend he didn't want to bash his own head in against the wall.

he heard a small beep, likely from you pressing the button for your floor. taesan wouldn't know that for sure though, he was staring so hard in any direction that wasn't yours. he would genuinely rather the floor open up and swallow him whole than glance to his left and be reminded that the girl of his dreams and nightmares was in such close proximity to him.

taesan couldn't tell you how long he's wanted you even if he tried. sometimes he thinks that if the circumstances weren’t so dire between the two of you, that you might be his soulmate.

deep down, it saddened taesan to no end to be in this predicament. here you were, right in front of him with no one else around, and he was frozen like a deer in headlights. taesan wished so dearly that things could be different between the two of you, so that in a moment like this, he could reach out and actually talk to you, get to know you, hold you, rather than cowering in the corner.

and as if some all knowing force heard his thoughts, the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop. taesan didn't even notice until he heard you speak.

"what the fuck?" snapping out of his mental tirade, taesan looked up at the dial above the buttons.

great, it's in between floors. we're fucked.

taesan decided it was time to grow a fucking pair and speak to you for the first time in probably two years.

"we should call emergency services." he wished there was any way for those words to come out his mouth less stupidly. he still hadn't turned to look at you, setting his package and his backpack on the floor and stepping forward to hit the emergency call button.

unceremoniously, the button lit up, followed by absolutely nothing else. sighing, taesan finally turned to look at you. your cheeks were flushed and you looked fearful, taesan wasn't sure if it was because of the elevator or just being stuck with him. if it was the latter he think he might actually just kill himself.

"the line might be busy, i think we're gonna be here for a minute." he sighed out, and your eyes softened.

"it's okay, there's nothing else we can do i guess." you finally spoke, and taesan felt like the sun was beaming directly on him. your attention on him like a spotlight, he felt like he could finally die happy.

"yeah." taesan's lip curled up into a half smile that made your cheeks grow redder, and you watched, still frozen, as he went to sit on the floor next to his stuff. as taesan settled himself into the small corner, crossing his legs, you took it as your cue to place your stuff next to you, sinking down to the floor in defeat.

taesan couldn't say he wasn't confused by you in this moment. for someone stuck in an elevator with someone they avoid like the plague and hate more than anything, you sure did blush a lot. so much, that taesan was starting to think it was his brain messing with him, and that your cheeks weren't truly as flushed and reddened as they looked.

do people blush around people they hate? better yet, am i just fucking delusional? the thoughts ran laps around his brain, making him want to bang his head against the silver elevator doors.

the boy decided that he probably had better and more concerning things to pay his attention to right now, like quelling his increasingly fast heartbeat and his rapid breaths. his heart was beating so loud he thought he can hear the sound reverberating and bouncing on the walls of the small elevator, a space that felt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the minute.

his hands were clammy and shiny and he hoped you didn't notice as he tried to discreetly wipe them against his pants when he reached for his phone from his back pocket.

"i'm gonna call my friend and see if he can get ahold of the front desk." you nodded in agreement, and listened quietly as the line rings.

before either of you could even begin to get your hopes up, the line cut, and a message displayed across the top of taesan's phone screen.

call failed. taesan cursed under his breath.

"fuck, i don't think i have any service in here. sorry." taesan didn't know why he apologized, it's not like he has any control over the building's spotty reception. he didn't look at you as he speaks.

gaze focused on the ground, the boy didn't expect to hear your soft voice chime in the air.

"it's okay, we can just wait it out, we don't have any other choice anyway." you finished your sentence off with a soft giggle. pink blush was still creeping up your neck and tinting your face softly.

accepting his fate of being stuck in the elevator, taesan decided he should at least make use of his time. reaching into his backpack, he grabbed his laptop and a pair of wired earbuds, opening up his current project for his composition class.

he kept one earbud in his left ear, while the other dangled in midair. as the beats played in his ear and reverberated through his skull, taesan finally felt a bit at peace, attention tunnelling in on his laptop screen.

what he didn't notice is the way you curiously watch him work. he typed away at his laptop and mouse pad softly and his focused expression and the unfamiliar contents on his screen piqued your interest.

but what piqued your interest more was taesan. his fluffy hair that moves with him as he nods along to the music that you can't hear, the way his face scrunches up cutely when he squints at the screen to read the tiny font, the way his pink lips fall into a small pout amidst his concentration.

what started out as short side glances that you snuck in from time to time turns into full on staring. being this close to him, your gaze was pulled to him like paper clips to a magnet.

contrary to taesan's belief, you do not hate taesan. while your friends do tease you about him, it's not because you have some weird secret hate boner for him.

in reality, it's because you literally cannot think straight around the raven haired boy. it's embarrassing how quickly your cheeks heat up at a single sight of taesan, heart pumping so fast you think you're going to give yourself an arrhythmia.

you’ve never been the shy type. not that you were constantly bouncing off the walls or anything, but you’ve always thought of yourself as being sociable and having a big personality. you’ve never shied away from strangers and new experiences, feeding off of the energy from the conversation and laughter you elicit through witty jokes and quips.

that alone makes your yearning all the more pathetic. y/n, the girl who could make exciting conversation in a room full of introverted bookworms, getting sweaty palms over some random music major?

it's a feeling you couldn't bear, which is why you avoided it at all costs, especially around your friends. you've also learned the hard way that your friends will not let you hear the end of it when they witness the way you melt around the boy, and you quite enjoy not having to talk about your affinity for taesan 24/7. that's the reason you haven't spoken to him either, you don't even want to begin to imagine your friends' reaction to that.

after a particular incident where belle and shinyu were teasing you about taesan and kim leehan walked by, you were so spooked that you decided the only solution was simply avoid or ignore him at all costs. you could not risk your blabber mouthed friends revealing the fact that you like taesan, especially since you had no idea if he liked you back, or even remembered your name, for that matter.

plus, it helped you avoid the embarrassing experience of going completely nonverbal.

you'd been telling yourself that you'd make a move at some point, but the mere thought of trying to progress things any further makes your stomach twist on itself and makes your chest start to constrict.

but now, with the boy sitting an arms length away and no one else around, you felt like it was fate. yes, there were definitely assignments waiting for you to get around to, but right now you couldn't be more thankful that the elevator is broken.

after staring at taesan and hyping yourself up for a solid 20 minutes, you decided that you can't pass up this chance.

"what are you working on?" your voice was so soft and shaky at first that taesan almost didn't hear you, but you knew he did based on the fact that his fingers halted their swift typing. you watched him move to pause the stream of audio in his ear.

"me?" taesan replied. the second the words leave his lips he regretted it. who the fuck asks that in a room with only two people?

apparently my dumbass.

"who else?" you didn't seem to mind though, giggling at his aloofness. his eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights, and you wanted to reach over and tug at his hair to feel it underneath your fingertips.

"oh um, just a project for my comp class." he responded, suddenly feeling shy. he felt the familiar speeding of his heartbeat again. why were you suddenly feeling conversive? was he hallucinating again?

"can i see?" you scooted over slightly and lean towards him, pretending to look at his laptop screen. truly, you just wanted to be closer to him, and to keep hearing his voice. you had no idea what he even meant by "comp," but you'd gladly let him ramble about his work if it meant you could hear his low voice again.

"oh, uh sure!" taesan moved slightly closer to you, turning his laptop in your direction so you could see his screen. you knew nothing about the program he's using, but the way taesan's eyes lit up as he began to explain the different sections of the screen made your heart swell.

contrary to you, taesan is more on the quieter side, opting to listen in conversations rather than lead them. however, when it comes to his music, taesan thinks he could ramble on about it for hours. the excitement of talking about his work calmed his nerves, and he found himself eagerly explaining all the different components of his project without stuttering or fumbling with his words.

you nodded along, in a trance at the sound of his voice filling your ears so pleasantly. it got even worse when you looked away from his screen to look at his face. his hands moved animatedly as he pointed at various sections of his composition, but you didn't catch a word, staring at the slope of his nose and the way his lips stayed in a cute little pout even when he was talking so much.

at one point, taesan asked you a question, noticing your slightly dazed look. your head shook slightly as you regained focus on his voice, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"sorry, what did you say?" you tried to keep your composure but the way taesan was looking at you was driving you insane.

"nevermind, do you wanna just listen to it?" he said with an easy smile, chuckling at your flushed appearance. you were so adorable, he didn't think he could take it. grabbing the free earbud, he offered it to you gently. you slowly grabbed it, scooching even closer to taesan so the two of you could listen to it together. placing the earbud in your ear, you tried not to think about the space, or lack thereof, between the two of you.

your thigh was pressed against taesan's and the faint smell of his cologne was dizzying. you wanted nothing more than to grab his hand that was resting on the laptop's keyboard and intertwine your fingers together.

as taesan hit play, the sound of various instrumentals and beats filled your ears. even though there were no lyrics, you felt the emotion that taesan had drawn out of him to put into this. he was more than talented, and you were in awe of how well everything came together. as the track came to an end, taesan looked at your face, curious. your lips were parted slightly as you looked at him.

"taesan, that was amazing." you breathed out, turning your face slightly toward him excitedly.

"really? it's still a little rough around the edges, but i think i wanna keep working on it after i turn it in." he explained.

"the project only requires an instrumental, but i really like how this track is going, i've been thinking of adding lyrics and making it a proper song."

"you should, it's really really good." you spoke with a low voice, facing taesan, you were once again reminded of his close proximity and your brain was starting to short circuit again. looking into his eyes, you found yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, not wanting the moment to end. helplessly, your eyes darted down at his lips quickly, so quick that taesan almost missed it.

after watching your gaze jump down to his mouth a third time, taesan decided enough was enough.

“y/n.” he said your name in chillingly low voice. the sound of it rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine, and you only leaned into him further. reaching out, he brought his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, waiting for your reaction. you looked up at him with a hooded gaze as you delicately leaned into his touch.

as his hand fully cupped your cheek, your eyes slipped shut, head tilting further into his palm as you waited for him to close the gap.

taesan wanted to burn the sight of you into his memory forever. your long lashes laid gently on the apples of your reddened cheeks, your pink tinted lips slightly parted and calling for him. your cheek squished slightly against his hand and the softness of your skin against his made him feel like he was dreaming.

as he shut his eyes and leaned in, hovering his lips gently over yours, a loud creaking noise abruptly cut through the air.

the elevator suddenly thrummed to life, causing your eyes to shoot open. you let out a yelp as elevator dinged and the doors suddenly opened, your body practically flying across the small room.

the two of you looked up to see two firemen looking down at the two of you confusedly.

"everyone ok in here?" one of the men asked gruffly, and you nodded your head hurriedly before grabbing your stuff and jumping to your feet.

yep, that was about enough bravery and ambition from you today. reality was setting in quicker than the reddening of your cheeks.

you and han taesan were about to kiss. and got interrupted by the fucking fire rescue squad. you had to get the fuck out of here.

taesan could barely blink before you rushed out of the confined space, cheeks bright red as you muttered a quick thank you to the firemen.

hitting his head against the back of the wall in frustration, taesan tossed his laptop into his bag and grabbed his package, standing up and frowning at the firemen before walking past them.

"what the fuck was his deal?" the other firemen asked once taesan was out of earshot.

...

it had been a few days since the elevator incident, and while all taesan wanted to do was scream into his pillow while blasting his radiohead playlist on repeat, he was unfortunately a university student with work to do. life goes on, to his dismay.

the only person taesan told what happened was his roommate, kim leehan, who taesan begrudgingly complained to after being asked why his face was so red and why he was grumbling so much. he couldn’t help his grumpiness, could you blame him? he almost kissed the girl of his dreams and was interrupted by a fucking firefighter.

leehan tried (as he claims, taesan doesn’t believe it for one second) and failed to hold in his laughter at taesan’s conundrum, holding a hand over his mouth as his shoulders shook with amusement. meanwhile, taesan was crashing the absolute fuck out, head in his hands while he crouched on the floor.

“who did i murder in my last life seriously …” he whined into his hands pathetically as leehan shook his head in disbelief, still biting back his laughter.

“i dunno, but someone’s having a fantastic time fucking with you.” leehan’s amused reply only egged taesan’s grumpiness and despair on further, and he laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon replaying the scene in his mind.

the more times he re-remembered the catastrophic chain of events, the more anguished he became. he’s definitely sighed at least 30 times in the past hour.

you were fucking with him. there was no other explanation. ignoring him constantly and then jumping him the second the two of you were alone?

maybe you were a sadist, and you and that one friend from the library were currently laughing and joking about the raven haired boy’s demise.

unfortunately, the thought turns him on more than anything, and he can feel himself getting a hard on thinking about the completely hypothetical situation he’s making up in his scattered mind.

he sighed angrily and slapped his hand against his cold cheek. he was so done with this. with you.

the devil on his shoulder laughed as he vowed to get over you. granted, he had a better chance of winning the lottery then forgetting about you at his will, but he felt like he had no other choice.

as humorous as the situation was, taesan felt his heart ache and his face crumple when he remembered the way you rushed out of the space as the door opened. like he was poison.

taesan hated the ugly green feeling that was swirling in his gut, eating away at his sanity. he hated that it had to be you making him feel this way. you’ve always been the one who makes him get like this.

but at the same time, he can’t forget how entranced he was, like a magnetic force pulled his hand to your cheek.

the vision of you, eyes closed, cheeks red, waiting for you to place his lips on yours, is permanently seared in his mind.

how does someone just fake that? you’re either satan’s reincarnation or taesan is seriously missing something.

taesan clutches his chest in agony, the internal tug of war making him want to throw himself out his bedroom window.

after letting himself toss and turn in despair for about 2 hours, taesan drearily got out of bed to finish his music theory paper. sliding into his desk chair, he opened up his laptop to see his comp project still open, the very one he’d played for you hours earlier.

he sighed again. the university and its students were going to be the death of him.

...

while taesan was moping in bed, you were taking up space in yours as well, laying across it face down while giselle sat at your desk, scrolling through her phone.

she could tell something is up, considering the fact that you’re not talking her fucking ears off and just laying face down in silence like a corpse.

“so, are you gonna fess up? what happened?” giselle asked, unamused. after bursting into your apartment following the Great Elevator Escape, your frantically doom-texted giselle, leading to her showing up at your front door.

you’ve been laying on your bed trying to not scream out of excitement as you told her. hearing her clear her throat, you finally rolled over so your voice wouldn’t be muffled.

“we almost kissed, aeri.” you sighed out, slapping your hands over your face.

“we? who is we?” giselle, who was evidently not a mind reader, tilted her head in confusion, moving to sit on the bed next to you, laying her legs over yours.

“me and taesan” you mumbled, watching through a crack of space between your fingers as she immediately shot up from her slumped position against yours headboard. you could’ve sworn you got whiplash just from watching her.

“WHAT?” her voice squealed in excitement, nearly blowing out your eardrum. you laughed, glad that someone else understood how bubbly and happy you felt.

“I KNOW” you screamed back, grabbing her hand and squeezing it as you smiled so big you thought your face was going to break.

“wait, explain everything now, you sly bitch!” with that, you walked her through the whole scene.

reciting it to your friend made your stomach flip, all the emotions from the moment coming back to you. absentmindedly, your brought a hand up to feel the stop on your cheek where taesan’s palm pressed into you, smiling dazedly.

“you’re so down, y/n, this is crazy!” aeri laughed at your lovesick state, giving you a playful shove. she wasn't wrong, and the acknowledgment only made your cheeks burn even more.

“shut up! can a girl not yearn for her man anymore?” you smiled giddily.

“usually i’d call you delusional but he actually wants you so bad.” you moved to sit up, turning to her excitedly.

smiling wickedly, you looked at your friend with a plan. there was no going back now, taesan wanted you without question.

“what’s that look? are we plotting?” giselle asked curiously after a beat of silence.

“you know me so well, aeri.” you pulled out your phone to text the your friends' groupchat, filling them in as you and giselle discussed further.

the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours was fresh in your mind. bringing a finger to your bottom lip, you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the memory.

han taesan had no idea what was coming for him.

...

“hello? earth to y/n.” shinyu shook your shoulder as myungjae called to you across the table, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” jaehyun rolled his eyes at you.

“i’m throwing friday night, you coming?” you smiled in excitement, making eye contact with giselle, who had the same mischievous glint in her eye.

yeah, the two of your were thinking the exact same thing.

“what’s that look ... what am i missing?” belle looked between the two of you, very used to your antics.

“oh nothing…” aeri mused. “just getting y/n a date to formal.”

...

“i think i’m gonna stay in tonight, dude.” taesan sighed as he sunk onto the couch. it was friday afternoon and taesan was sufficiently worn out from the past week.

he had an exam this morning that he was almost late to because he got lost and then he didn’t have time to eat lunch because he had to go to a project meeting.

on top of everything, he got a glimpse of you laughing with giselle, ningning, and sohee on his way back from his meeting. now, he was just left with a sinking feeling in his stomach and a desire to suffocate himself under his covers for the rest of the night.

“you can’t miss jaehyun’s dude, he’s gonna kill you” as leehan replied, the ominious text their friend had sent him this morning flashed in his mind.

myungjae [9:43 a.m.]: make sure taesan comes tonight.

leehan [9:46 a.m.]: what

“today has been the worst, i need to sulk.” taesan whined into the couch cushions, eliciting a punch in the shoulder from leehan.

“c’mon, that’s why you need to come out. get wasted and forget about your shitty week.” taesan frowned but didn’t respond.

maybe his roommate was right. plus, he had a sneaking suspicion leehan would drag him out of the apartment by his hair if he tried to stay in bed. groaning loudly, taesan got up.

“fine, i’m taking a nap first, though.”

...

liquid courage was surging through you, not that you really needed it. you were still riding the high of your almost-kiss from earlier this week. the light fluffy feeling the alcohol was giving you was just a bonus.

standing in front of the mirror in jaehyun's bathroom, you gave yourself a once over as ningning fixed her eyeliner next to you. you were absentmindedly fixing the ends of your hair and adjusting the straps of your cami as she looked over at you with a smile.

"you look amazing, y/n. his jaw is going to be on the floor." she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. smiling softly, you thanked her. looking back at yourself in the mirror, you felt the anticipation coursing through your veins.

the dull echo of jaehyun's house playlist pulsed through the walls and only heightened the excitement you felt under your skin. hearing your phone buzz, you looked over at the phone screen, a certain text message catching your attention.

myungjae [10:58 p.m.]: he just walked in.

you made eye contact with ningning as you clicked your phone shut and slipped it in the back pocket of your shorts.

"it's go time." she laughed, wishing your luck as she pushed you towards the bathroom door. turning open the doorknob, you stepped out into the living room, colored lights dancing across the walls.

...

taesan was pulled towards the kitchen by his roommate, barely getting a glimpse of the rest of the party before a shot was being pushed into his hand.

"you need a drink, dude." leehan demanded, turning around and looking for myungjae in the sea of people and waving him over. their friend smiled and pushed through a couple people to get into the kitchen, giving taesan and leehan a fist bump.

"hey, you guys made it!" he smiled, accepting the shot leehan handed him.

the three of them clinked their glasses and downed the clear liquid together. taesan's face scrunched at the burning in his throat, coughing roughly.

"do you have punch or something?" jaehyun nodded and walked away to get some jungle juice.

looking around, taesan took in his surroundings. jaehyun had a nice apartment, and he'd been a few times. it looked completely different than it did during the day, furniture pushed to the walls to make room for people to dance. the apartment was completely dark except for the colored led lights, giving the room a blueish glow.

looking into the living room, taesan scanned the crowd for anyone else he knew. he caught a glimpse of sungho and riwoo, his old roommates, talking to the dj, some guy he didn't recognize.

his eyes widened when he saw giselle near the dj's booth as well, chatting with some tall guy he didn't recognize.

were you here too? even though he knew you were friends with jaehyun, he somehow failed to consider the fact you might be at this party as well.

turning back to leehan, he spoke hurriedly.

"i need another shot."

...

a couple shots and a cup of jungle juice (that was probably 80% booze) later, he finally stepped out of the kitchen.

"i'm gonna go say hi to someone really quick, i'll be back in a bit." taesan nodded and waved as leehan stepped away. he felt a little looser, shoulders finally relaxing a bit as he walked over to sungho and riwoo.

they chatted for a bit, and he sipped on another glass of spiked fruit punch as he laughed along with them. riwoo was complaining about his choreography class animatedly and sungho was gushing about some junior, kim woonhak, he'd just befriended.

"it's official, guys. i'm a single dad now." taesan rolled his eyes at his friends, a small smile painting his face.

after a beat, the boy noticed his friends glancing behind him. tilting his head in confusion, he turned around to see what they were looking at so curiously. forgetting how drunk he was and the fact that he had a drink in his hand, he swung around a bit faster and more clumsily than he wanted to.

"is there something beh-" he began, before he felt himself promptly bump into someone, their head hitting his chest. suddenly the front of his shirt was damp, his cup of punch getting caught between him and the mystery stranger and spilling on him.

"shit my bad are you oka-" taesan's concerned voice abruptly cut off as the person in front of him came into focus. lo and behold, you were standing in front of him, the front of your top now boasting a growing wet spot from taesan's drink.

there's actually no fucking way. taesan didn't think he's ever wished for the ground to swallow him whole more than that very moment.

"taesan, hey! it's you again." you smiled easily, as if you didn't notice the sticky beverage now spilled across your shirt and chest. taesan could've sworn he saw you bat your eyelashes.

"i'm so sorry about your shirt, i didn't mean to be so clumsy." taesan almost stumbled over his words as the apologies spilled from his lips. his stomach was simultaneously flipping and twisting at the sight of you looking up at him.

you looked down as if you were seeing the stain on your shirt for the first time as well, smiling and shrugging.

"don't worry about it, i'm sorry! you got wet too." you gestured slightly to his shirt as well, giggling. you had definitely had a few drinks as well, taesan wasn't sure if you were as drunk as him.

"don't worry about it either, it was my bad." you waved away his admission of guilt, your gaze suddenly darkening slightly.

"guess we're even then! would you mind if i asked for a favor though?" taesan hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, beckoning you to continue.

"help me clean up?"

as taesan's face turned into a look of shock and surprise, you giggled again, blinking up at him slowly. snapping out of his drunken daze, he nodded quickly and waved goodbye to his friends. grabbing your wrist, he wove through the crowd, his fingers wrapped tight around your arm. his hand was warm, and you had to put in an effort to peel your eyes away from his grip on you, heartbeat speeding up.

looking away from his back, you made eye contact with giselle and belle across the small apartment. you smiled as they gave you thumbs up from the other side of the room as taesan whisked you away.

jackpot.

...

it's you who shuts the bathroom door behind the two of you. taesan finally turns back around to look at you, trying to ignoring his racing heartbeat.

in the lighting of the bathroom he can finally see you. you look better than that fateful day in the elevator, even in your basic cami and denim shorts. the stain on your shirt is small, which taesan is thankful for. unfortunately, some of his drink spilled on the exposed skin of your chest, it's sticky residue making your chest all shiny.

you look so perfect, taesan thinks he might actually faint. he almost feels the air leave his lungs as you smile up at him.

when you step towards him he freezes, only letting his shoulders relax when he realizes you're reaching past him to turn on the sink's faucet. your hair brushes his arm and your shoulder bumps his, and taesan can smell your fruity perfume.

you smell like berries and some sort of flower, and taesan almost gets lost in it, in you. the sound of the faucet running helps to clear his mind a little, but he loses his cool all over again when you grab his shoulder to turn him to face you.

"sorry, is it okay if i touch you?" taesan's sure he's red as a cherry as he nods, his movements stuttering slightly. truly, he has no fucking clue what you're about to do, but god he could not care less.

you grab a small towel hanging nearby and dip it under the running water before bringing it to taesan's chest, where the offending stain has dried up into his shirt.

gently, you rub the wet fabric across his shirt. your other hand is splayed on his shoulder, taesan isn't sure if it's for stability or because you want him to pass out and die on the spot. from his view, he can see your long lashes flutter as you squint at his chest in concentration.

he's trying to focus on anything but your heavy gaze on him. the boy opts to look at the ceiling, tilting his head up and not giving his eyes any chance of stealing a glance at you.

every once in a while, your fingers brush against his chest lightly and he feels his skin burn underneath your touch. despite how drunk he is, he's suddenly so aware of everything.

he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, if you can feel how his breaths and his lungs stutter when you rub the towel on him. your proximity alone is making his head spin more than the alcohol he drank.

the way you're doting on him is making his stomach burn with some type of desire, taesan doesn't think he's ever felt a need like this before. his racing thoughts are distracted by the sound of a huff below him.

he looks down at you as you scrub a bit more on his shirt before pulling away slowly.

"that should be good en-" you don't get to finish your sentence, interrupted by taesan's hand grabbing your wrist.

before you can even think, taesan's lips are on yours. you drop the towel in shock, and it makes a soft noise as it hits the floor.

neither of you seem to care all too much, though. your eyes flutter shut as taesan's other hand slides into your hair, tilting your head slightly.

the kiss is soft and timid as first, but after a moment taesan decides he's done playing games. he knows you want this as much as he does, he can tell by the way your hands are crumpling his damp shirt and pulling him closer to you.

taesan's lips are soft and plump as they slide menacingly slow against yours. his warm tongue presses against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. he notices how pliant you are in his hold, lips falling open so his tongue can explore the wet walls of your mouth and throat. his hand hovers near your throat, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. you whimper as he gives it an experimental squeeze, your hands pulling him closer by his firm shoulders.

the feeling of his tongue filling your mouth makes your moan, the sound muffled and quiet. taesan doesn't miss it though, the noise only egging him on further. he bites your bottom lip before dragging his tongue over it soothingly.

it's hot and wet and messy, and spit trails down both of your chins with every smack of your lips against each other.

at some point, your arms wrapped around taesan's neck, his settling in the curve of your waist. your bodies fit perfectly together, your chest molding to his in a way that makes your head spin.

you can barely form a thought when taesan sucks on your tongue. you've never felt this way before, heat pooling in your stomach as his hands push into the small of your back.

at some point, he turns the two of you so you're pressed against the counter. his hands press your hips into the ceramic surface as his mouth dips down to press open mouthed kisses to the curve of your neck.

his teeth drag and brush against your delicate skin and his velvety tongue licks stripes across the bruises that you're sure he's leaving.

his lips are warm and wet as they suck your skin, traveling down your neck and shoulder. he bites your collarbone and you whimper again, a single hand threading into his hair hurriedly.

he finally gets you sitting on the countertop, and your legs wrap around him greedily, pulling him even closer. he licks the stickyness of his spilled drink from your chest, the sugary taste of the punch spreading on his tongue.

it's obscene, the things he wants to do to you. what's worse is that you look like you'd let him do anything to do you, melting under the attention of his hands and mouth.

the boy feels you tug at his hair, pulling him face back up so your lips can meet his in a bruising kiss. his brain almost goes into overdrive when you suck on his bottom lip, and he groans into your mouth.

hot and bothered, your hands slide across his firm shoulders, trailing down his chest and abdomen wickedly slow. your fingers tease the hem of his tshirt, twisting and tugging it as you lips move against his roughly.

the first touch of your fingers against his bare skin almost makes taesan dissolve into air. your skin is electrifying against his, leaving a burning path as it travels up his torso. you appreciate his toned form with your hands and the small noises coming from your mouth.

it feels like you've been making out for hours. taesan is honestly surprised that neither of you have run out of breath. you don't seem like anywhere near ready to let go of the boy, palms grasping for any of his skin that you can reach. slowly but steadily, your hands drift lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of taesan's jeans.

he pulls away hesistantly, watching a string of saliva stretch between the two of you. his eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he sees you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes starry and glazed over.

"let's get out of here." you say it before he can, one hand still grasping his jeans.

"my place." taesan says pointedly.

taesan helps you off the counter and helps you smooth down your hair. you intertwine your fingers with his as he twists open the doorknob. the two of you are out of the apartment before either of you can bid your friends goodbye. you'll just have to text them in the morning.

right now, the only thing on both of your minds is getting back to taesan's apartment. everything else is going to have to wait.

...

for the second time, the two of you found yourselves in the same damn elevator together. the irony wasn't lost on either of you, and taesan smirked as he pulled you into his chest the moment the doors closed.

"seems like we have some unfinished business in here huh?" he mumbled before laying his lips back on yours. they were cold from being outside, but his tongue was warm as it pushed back into your mouth. he was leaning lazily against the wall, arms wrapped around your waist as he held you against him.

you whimpered as his hands ghosted over your ass, not quite applying the pressure you were aching for. the ding of the elevator sounded far away; he pulled away slowly, gesturing behind you at the open doors. you didn't hesitate to step towards the hall, closer to your destination.

taesan kept one of your hands tight in his hold as he fumbled with his keys. he sighed in relief as he finally pushed the door open, pulling you in with him. in a moment's time your mouth was back on his, the two of you kicking off your shoes as taesan led the two of backwards to his room. your skin was hot everywhere he touched you, and you moaned in anticipation as he pushed you backwards onto his bed.

the sight of you sitting on his bed and looking up at him with doe eyes, was something straight out of taesan's dreams. your chest rose and fell erratically and your eyes were round and glassed over. his eyes fixated on your red, swollen lips, glossy from yours and taesan's saliva.

"you're so beautiful." taesan breathed out as he tilted your chin up, cupping your jaw and leaning down to catch your plump lips with his. you didn't miss a beat, hands catching the front of his shirt. taesan laid you down, not breaking your kiss for a second.

your back pressed into the soft mattress, and you groaned at the feeling of taesan's firm chest pressed against yours. his hands landed at your hips, rubbing slow circles as they slid under your shirt gingerly. his fingers were cold, making your abdomen tense as they grazed over your soft skin.

it was hot and filthy, the way he licked into your mouth with fervor. your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as his tongue slid against yours roughly. you felt like hot lava, overheating faster and faster by the second.

your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, fingers greedily tugging at the ends of his shirt. taesan got the message immediately, breaking away from you slowly. standing on his knees, he pulled his shirt over his head. propping yourself up on your elbows, you admired the sight of his in front of you. his hair was slightly ruffled by the shirt and his lips were puffy and shiny.

you couldn't help the way your gaze drifted south. taesan's arousal was undeniable, bulge heavy in his pants. you licked your lips at the sight, eliciting a groan from the boy in front of you. heat pooled low in your belly at the noise, and you felt the impatience within you grow.

you reached out and curled a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. taesan held himself up with his arms, tilting his face down to dip his tongue into your mouth. you let your hand roam downwards, fingers grazing over the tent in the boy's pants menacingly.

"please, tae, need you." you mumbled against his lips, pressure from your palm increasing with each pleading syllable that rolled off your tongue. taesan hummed in response, and before you knew it he was pushing your hand away and lowering his bottom half so his hips were flush against yours, bulge pushing against your clothed heat.

you moaned loudly at the pressure, and taesan only rolled his hips more, satisfied with the way you were writhing underneath him. his hands dug into your hips, holding you down whenever you tried to buck your hips up to match his pace. the way he so easily overpowered you only furthered your arousal, and you felt it in your tensed abdomen as his dick pressed against you again.

taesan's hot mouth moved down your jaw and neck, licking a stripe near your collarbone. he bit and nipped at your skin, and you could already feel the bruises blooming on your sensitive skin.

his hands cupped your boobs over your shirt, the pressure making your arch your back into him. he was addicted to the way your body moved and responded to him. it seemed almost unconscious, the way you were attuned to every graze of his skin against yours.

pulling back slightly, you watched with a hooded gaze as taesan's eyes dragged over your body. you looked like an angel, hair fanned out on the comforter, neck already blooming purple, lips red and shiny, and the straps of your cami falling off your shoulders. taesan finally had you all to himself and he wanted to savor every moment you were pressed against him.

your breathing was erratic as his hand slid under your shirt, fingertips leaving a blazing trail on the skin of your stomach. he rubbed the hem of your cami in between his fingertips, looking you in the eyes as he did.

"can i take this off?" he asked in a low voice that almost made your legs shake. you nodded hurriedly, sitting up so he could pull it over your head.

you unbuttoned your shorts as well, placing his hands on your waistband so he'd slide them off for you. he did, without hesitation, deliberately dragging his fingertips down the skin of your thighs as he pulled the clothing off. he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the sight of you in just your bra and panties, and you could've sworn that you watched his dick twitch.

taesan wanted to know all of you, inside and out. he watched as you curled into a ball, shy under his heavy gaze. he unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off his legs before placing his hands on your knees, pushing them down so he could crawl over you.

you laid back, head against his pillow as taesan hovered over you, hands on their side of your head. he dropped his hips so his clothed dick brushed against you, reveling in the way your eyes shut as you drowned in the pleasure and anticipation. a finger was dragged down the center of your chest, tracing the line where your bra pressed your breasts against each other.

taesan tilted himself down to press hot, open-mouthed, kisses along the edge of your bra, lips teasing your skin torturously. your back arched as you grabbed his hand, placing it on the clasp of your bra.

"don't they usually unclip in the back?" taesan mumbled curiously, voice low as his eyes met yours. you smiled wickedly, and he instantly knew that you planned this.

"not all of them." you said lightly, shrugging slightly and feigning a fake innocence that made taesan's eyes darken. within moments the garment was snapped open and tugged off your body, and taesan's rough fingertips were kneading into the plush skin of your chest.

his gaze laid heavily on you, its weight pushing down and making you forget how to breathe. you decided you couldn't keep looking at him, your eyes screwing shut and head pressing back into his pillow as hot lips sucked and licked at your skin, trailing down your chest and abdomen. your head was spinning and a slight sound of disapproval cut through the noise, cold fingers tapping the side of your head.

"look at me, y/n" you huffed, opening your eyes and propping yourself on your elbows to make pointed eye contact with him. taesan's face was hovering over your stomach, fingers rubbing circles into the side of your hips. the smile on his face sent chills down your neck and a warm gush between your legs.

"there you go. keep watching me, ok?" your stubborn gaze softened in seconds and you weakly nodded, watching him lower his mouth to tongue at the soft skin of your thighs. your ears were ringing, the rush of blood drowning out the good girl he was mumbling into your skin.

your senses felt heightened, all of your nerves lighting up at the sensation of taesan's hot, rough tongue licking and teasing your inner thighs. he was in no rush it seemed, decorating the skin with purple bruises and wet saliva. he ran his hands up and down your sides, letting the tips of his fingers catch the fabric of your underwear.

he was teasing you mercilessly, the anticipation nearly eating you alive.

"taesan, please." you whined as you felt him run a finger over your clothed slit. your underwear stuck to you painfully, the fabric soaked with your arousal. he made eye contact with you as he wet his middle finger with his mouth before pulling your panties to the side.

the wet finger pushed into your gushing entrance, slowly making room for itself within you. you sucked in a shaky breath when he fully sheathed his finger within you.

"you're so wet, y/n." he groaned. before you could even think of responding, he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, pulling a loud moan from you.

his lips wrapped around your clit gingerly as he added another finger. it was like his hands and mouth were made for you, fingers crooking just right and hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your surroundings slowly disappeared as you drowned in the feeling of taesan on you, in you. you felt electric, sparks flying through your body with every swipe of his tongue and every flick of his wrist. you planted your feet against the bed and your hips weakly jerked upwards to meet the thrusts of his fingers into you.

you couldn't even understand the sounds you were making, broken moans and cries spilling out of you. taesan chuckled against you, mouth still hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"stop squirming." his voice only made you wetter, and another moan tore from your throat as you fisted taesan's sheets.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" taesan's thumb rubbed circles into your clit, replacing his lips, and he continued pumping his fingers into you mercilessly. you felt him all around you, drowning in his touch, his voice. the words falling off his tongue dripped with venom, and it only fanned the flames in your lower half.

"always teasing and playing with me. i didn't know what you wanted from me then, but i get it now." taesan mumbled against your hips, where he dragging his lips and teeth on your soft skin, leaving even more marks. you couldn't even answer him, jolts of pleasure making your thoughts go haywire. he smiled against your skin, enjoying the fucked out look on your face.

"you're usually so mouthy, what happened, y/n?" taesan watched you writhe underneath him, tears welling in your shut eyes. the sight of you falling apart had him painfully hard, dick straining in his boxers helplessly.

"f-fuck, tae." you cried out as he hit that spot inside you again, heat pooling in your stomach and threatening to spill out of you. "gonna cu- fuck!"

"go ahead, i got you." taesan didn't let up, fingers pounding into you. the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet noises of your arousal. with one more snap of his wrist, the coil in your stomach snapped, and your entire body shook as you came. you could feel your walls fluttering uncontrollably around taesan's fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm.

your back slumped as you came down from your high, barely registering the feeling of taesan's fingers lazily stroking in and out of you until the twinges of overstimulation started to settle in. you pushed his hands away from you with a whine, opening your eyes slowly. as your surroundings came back to you, you were greeted with the sight of taesan leaning over you, licking your juices off his fingers.

your voice was soft and delicate as you cursed at the sight, legs wrapping around his waist so you could pull him into a bruising kiss. his wet hand gripped your sides hard enough to leave bruises as you sucked on his tongue gingerly.

his hardened length grinded against you as he licked into your mouth, and the fabric of his boxers rubbing against your clit made you hiss in pleasure. you let your splayed hand on his chest drag downwards, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear. taesan sighed into your mouth as it slipped underneath, your hand wrapping around his dick.

it was heavy in your hand, and you could feel the way the tip bulged in comparison to the rest of his length. you squeezed him experimentally, smiling in satisfaction at the pretty noises he was making and the way he was biting your lip helplessly.

your grip was hot and tight around him and you smeared the precum leaking from the tip along his length, making your fist glide smoother along the veiny skin.

"you feel so ... mmmh fuck so good" taesan's face was pressed into your neck, soft pants filling your ears deliciously. you jerked him slow, forcing him to savor the drag of your soft fingers on his dick. your hands were so much softer than his, and they felt like heaven wrapped around him. his hips rutted against your hand as he fucked your fist, and the room filled with sounds of skin sliding against each other and soft moans.

taesan could feel the knot in his stomach ready to burst and, with the most willpower he's even had, he grabbed your wrist and tugged your hand out of his boxers.

"i don't wanna cum from your hand." he said breathlessly, slipping his boxers off. you giggled as he reached over you to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, fishing out a condom. you kicked off your ruined underwear, tossing them somewhere on taesan's bedroom floor.

"it'd be a nice ego boost for me." you teased, running a finger up his length as he ripped open the foil package. he rolled his eyes, smacking your wrist away as he slid the rubber on himself.

"i think that's the last thing you need, actually." his voice was low and breathy as he spoke, hands running up your torso and gripping your face. he pushed his lips against yours, tongue dipping between your lips. you pulled him closer by his shoulders, skin burning in anticipation as you felt his length rest against your stomach.

you were aching to feel him inside you, walls pulsing around nothing. you wanted him so bad it hurt, nails digging into his soft skin.

"please, just put it in." you barely got the words out in between kisses. you could feel taesan smile against you. he debated ignoring your pleas, swallowing your whimpers in between his lips and making you beg a bit longer. but taesan was feeling a bit impatient, not to mention painfully hard, today as well; he'd save the begging for another night.

he broke your kiss, letting his lips hover over yours. your breaths mingled together as his heavy gaze met yours. looking down between you, he wrapped a hand around his length, sliding the tip between your folds. the sounds were obscene, your wetness coating his tip generously.

you whined again, trying to tilt your hips upward to slip part of him inside you. your efforts were fruitless, taesan's wrist moved from his length to hold your hips down as he tutted in disapproval. when you finally stopped squirming, he moved his hips forward, pushing the tip into you slowly.

"ngh -- fuck." you moaned as he sank into you slowly. even after taking his fingers, you still felt a stretch as your body made room for him inside you. the burn was delicious, and your hands reached for him, any part of him. one of taesan's hands moved from your hip to hold your empty hand, fingers intertwining as he finally bottomed out.

"are you okay?" it was only after he asked the question that you realized you were panting, breaths short and fast.

"mmm uhm -- yea i'm just, shit, so full." taesan's eyes darkened as he took in your words, pride swelling at the way his dick took the words out of your brain. he pressed his lips to yours, coaxing your body to adjust to the newfound fullness.

you felt like you were falling, and his touch was the only thing keeping you from disintegrating into thin air. you unconsciously clenched around him, and he gasped into your mouth.

"you're so -- shit so tight." he mumbled into your neck before licking a stripe up to your jaw. "can i move?"

you nodded, grinding your hips upwards slightly. taesan's first thrusts were slow, letting the two of your savor the drag of his veiny skin against your warm walls. with each thrust, the slight discomfort of his intrusion faded, and warm pleasure pooled in your abdomen, making you whine and grasp his shoulder.

"ngh faster, please." your words were broken, and taesan reveled in the effect he had on you. he angled his hips upward and began moving in and out of you faster, tip brushing your g-spot with every thrust.

the room filled with wet squelching noises as he fucked into you, his skin slapping against yours obscenely. the sight of his face above you was everything, bangs sweaty as they clung to his forehead and eyes scrunched in concentration as he tried to keep a steady rhythm. the bed creaked loudly, and you were sure any of his neighbors could definitely hear.

nothing mattered to you though, nothing but the sweet sensation of him filling you up, dick sliding inside you and making your eyes roll back.

a rough hand landed on your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles against the soft bud with vigor. the sensation was almost too much, and you nearly screamed when he somehow angled his hips even higher. every stroke inside sent jolts of pleasure down your limbs; your skin felt electric.

"so-o good, tae." your words were punched out, brain foggy as taesan fucked all coherent thoughts out of you. he groaned and bit down on your shoulder as you lifted your hips to meet his movements.

"you're too good to me, baby." he cooed at you, voice all too pleasant compared to the way he was pounding into you. "so warm inside. all for me."

his sweet words only made you hurtle even faster towards your climax. you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began. you looked between your bodies to see where the two of you connected, letting out a broken whine at the sight of his length sliding in and out of you.

his hand left your clit and slid low on your abdomen, pressing in slightly. the pressure sent waves of warm pleasure through you.

"i can see myself. right here." you looked down to see where his hand was. it rested on a small bulge in your stomach, one that moved with his thrusts into you. taesan ran his thumb over it and you let out a weak sob at the sight, burying your face into his neck.

"fuck ..." you sighed as his dick carved into you. taesan grabbed your hair, pulling your face out of the crook in his shoulder.

"fuck, y/n, say you're mine." he groaned, eyes piercing into you. his hand hovered over your clit again, fingers ghosting over the sensitive nub as he spoke again. "say it."

"i'm shit-- i'm yours, taesan. only yours." you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you held onto him. he fucked deep into you, long fingers rubbing into your clit vigorously.

you didn't even tell him when your orgasm hit you, capturing his lips with yours instead. it washed over you like a tidal wave, soaking your whole body in hot bliss. taesan groaned as your walls squeezed him, mumbling an i'm cumming against your lips softly.

even through the condom, you could feel his release, the feeling of the hot liquid making you moan loudly. taesan fucked you through both of your highs, stroking in and out of you as you came back down to earth.

he pressed his forehead to yours when he broke your kiss, warm breath fanning on your cheeks. his movements slowed to a stop as his body slumped on top of you, dick softening inside of you as he pressed his face into your neck.

"you're gonna crush me, tae." you wheezed out, chest squeezing underneath him. your hands balled into fists as they flailed against his back, and you were laughing. taesan chuckled, pushing himself up by his arms to pull himself out of you. he rolled off the bed, tossing the condom. he disappeared into his closet, walking out in a pair of fresh boxers. you smiled shyly as he handed you a big tshirt and a pair of his boxers for you to sleep in, slipping them on before sliding back onto the bed.

you turned onto your side to face him when he crawled back to join you and pulled a blanket over the two of you, your hand coming up to run though his hair. his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, rubbing against your hand like a cat.

"what are you thinking about?" his voice was low and smooth as he opened his eyes to look at you, making your cheeks burn.

"you." you whispered. a hand wrapped around your arm and he pulled you into his chest, his other hand cupping the back of your head. you tilted your head up so you could kiss him, slow and soft. your legs tangled with his as you tilted your face to brush your tongue against his lightly.

"hmm ... good answer." he smiled against your mouth, planting another kiss on your cheek. you closed your eyes as he squeezed you against him, peppering kisses across your face. you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let his warm body encase you, falling asleep to the feeling on his face nuzzling into your hair.

...

two weeks had passed since the fateful party, and taesan was now your boyfriend. both of you were sitting with your friend group at lunch, laughing over some dumb argument between myungjae and sohee.

"y/n, you agree with me, right?" jaehyun looked at you pleadingly at you as you shook your head, laughing. you were eating some fries with taesan's arm draped around your shoulder, periodically feeding him some.

"you're crazy, jae." his offended look only egged your laughter on further, your shoulders shaking slightly.

"and to think i helped you plot on my friend. i never would've expected you of all people to betray me." he gasped dramatically, falling into his seat with a pout. your jaw dropped as he sat down, cheeks reddening as you reached over to smack him on the back of the head. you heard a chuckle from your boyfriend, making your cheeks blush furiously.

"wow, i can't believe i was all stressed worrying that you hated me while you were preying on me." taesan laughed as he pulled you away before you properly jumped on jaehyun.

"it wasn't like tha-" he cut you off with a swift kiss, lips swallowing your rebuttal.

a chorus of gross! and ew's and not again's could be heard across the table, and suddenly everyone was chastising myungjae for provoking the two of you.

"now i have to bleach my eyes, jesus." giselle mumbled.

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KISS A KITTY wherein % your bf is jealous . .

ST✮RRING───Y.JW ☘️ 744 && WR. none! ˖ ✧

[ 陰 ♡ ] : im THE "save a cat and kiss jungwon" agenda truther

𝖢𝘓𝗂𝖢𝖪 🖇. 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝙁𝗶𝗟𝗘 ᰈ̠ 𝖭𝘈𝖵𝗂

yang jungwon likes cats. usually.

they’re cute. adorable. the picture of playful innocence, even, one might say.

pft. yeah, right.

that was one propaganda your boyfriend was not falling for.

the tabby kitten you'd taken in as a new member of your apartment was anything but innocent.

why else would that tiny little creature that you had christened sir meowington, the third be so intent upon stealing all of your attention from its rightful owner, i.e. jungwon?.

he’s certain sir meowington’s doing it on purpose, the cunning devil.

and you keep falling for its antics.

jungwon would be annoyed at you if it wasn’t for the fact that the way you fussed about the kitten and its whereabouts made his heart melt.

but! he’s still very firmly against the kitten’s presence. all the little menace has to do is swipe his paw “cutely” in your direction for you to pull out your phone and devote yourself to taking 10+ pictures of it per second.

which is the exact moment wherein your boyfriend decides something must be done to fight back.

his best (and only) idea at that particular moment however, is a staring battle. sir meowington doesn’t back down, though, green eyes firmly fixed towards his own.

the two of them seem to be one step away from communicating and you almost can’t stifle your giggles at the scene. jungwon directs an expression towards you which is so utterly betrayed that it finally makes you laugh out loud.

“stop that.” he mutters in response to the sound, sounding only slightly defensive.

easily ignoring the plea, you scoop up sir meowington from where he’d been settled on the carpet. then sitting down on the sofa next to jungwon, you hold up the kitten in front of him, not unlike that scene from lion king, the movie. “do you need to have a little chat with sir meowington?”

“no,” he looks contemptuously at the feline’s green eyes and then back up at you, “i most certainly do not.”

“then, do you mind stopping staring at the poor baby? you’re scaring him.”

he scoffs. of course you’d take the kitten’s side. did you not understand that he needed to assert his dominance?

“assert your dominance?”

and you’re laughing at him again. oh, damn, did jungwon say that out loud? oops.

“i think i will in fact be taking sir meowington’s side if you’re gonna be this dramatic about the whole situation.”

“i’m not being dramatic! and you just don’t get it. this creature,” jungwon points accusingly at the tiny fur ball now positioned comfortably on your lap, “is an evil mastermind.”

you’re too busy biting your lip to stop your continued laughter to be able to deign that with an appropriate answer.

your boyfriend is still staring down at said offending ‘evil mastermind” with all the conviction of the world when the kitten yawns.

yawns.

the audacity.

it’s like jungwon’s being mocked.

“oh i know what this is about,” you pipe up, scratching sir meowington’s head lightly as he purrs contentedly at the action, “you’re jealous!”

your boyfriend stiffens beside you, wordless.

“jungwon. you’re actually jealous of a kitten?”

he just looks away. how adorable. you’re gonna have fun with this.

“baby,” you lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder so he doesn’t see the amusement on your face, “did you want some attention too?”

“yes.” he replies a tad bit too fast but he really couldn’t care less right now. “... i’m so much cuter.”

“hm… that’s debatable!...” you tease, yet still lean upwards to press a kiss to his cheek.

he lets out a low gasp, as if scandalized at the mere thought that you could possibly find sir meowington cuter than him. before he can retort however, 2 things happen which distract him completely.

one, the kitten which had been so far laying on top of your thigh, stretches languidly—smugly, with ease—and two, it then promptly proceeds to pad over to jungwon, curling into a ball on his lap instead.

you coo at the sight yet again, “aww, see he does like you. not so evil now, is he?”

he just rolls his eyes. this is obviously just another new tactic, duh.

but for now, jungwon will make his peace. it would be hard not to, really, with how warm and fuzzy he feels with you cuddled up into his side and … the tiny creature who, admittedly, is rather cute.

fuck, he was not supposed to fall for this propaganda.

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rafeslvbug · 1 month ago

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when nfl!rafe gets injured…

he’s hurt his leg over something minor, nonetheless he’s on bed rest, not allowed to move without help as per the doctor’s orders.

he feels useless, lazy, like his muscles are deflating in the few hours he’s spent in the bed. his eyes are shut, like he’d rather fall asleep than stare at the ceiling or watch tv.

arm under his head, he hears the faint creak of the door, followed by light and clumsy footsteps that he can’t see the source of, and you behind, arms bundled with toys. grunting, he lifts his head off the pillow, smiling when he sees his daughter hurrying to his side of the bed, wearing a little doctor’s gown and plastic stethoscope around her neck.

“momma said to come take care of you dada,” she babbled, while you laid her toys down on the ground and lifted her so that she could sit on the bed beside rafe. he chuckles, glancing at you as you shrug your shoulders and join him on the other side of the bed.

his hand rests on your thigh as he turns his head to his daughter, whose begun to collect random plastic tools. “she did, did she? how you gonna take care of me?” he asks, as she presses the stethoscope to his chest, listening intently at the fake heartbeat that he drums into the mattress for her.

“i’m gonna…check your leg,” she mumbles, having not quite discovered the different parts of the body in detail, but knowing that you told her rafe hurt his leg. rafe lets out a laugh, grinning as he looks at you, who helps her to get access to rafe’s leg.

she’s got her pink reflex hammer in her hand, looking up at you with big doe eyes for reassurance, before she lightly taps his knee with it. rafe lets out a feigned sound of pain, prompting her to giggle and carry on. but when she taps the spot of his injury, the groan that escapes his lips is very real, as is the laughter that erupts from you.

“that’s very good baby, but why don’t we check daddy’s other leg?” you can’t get the sentence out without giggling, shifting to lift her up and over so that she’s sitting on the same side of rafe as you.

he’s still got his eyes squeezed shut, and your daughter’s got a small pout on her face. “dada, you okay?” she tilts her head to the side, kneeling up as high as she can to spot his face. rafe gives her a silent thumbs up, and she continues her medical evaluation, while rafe pulls you closer, holding onto you as a way to ease the pain coursing through him. “you’re evil,” he wheezes, because he can still hear you trying to suppress your laughter.

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dollyswishingwell · 5 days ago

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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Wanna make out?

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲��𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, suggestive? just reader being bored lol

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You’re bored 2.0

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafayel was lounging sideways on the sunroom sofa, sketchbook balanced on his knees, blue-pink eyes narrowed in sleepy concentration. He had a brush between his teeth, hair messily piled up with a seashell clip you left lying around. Every so often, he dipped the brush in water and swirled in pinks and blues like he was dreaming them onto the page.

You walked in with absolutely no intention of letting him finish whatever masterpiece he was working on. Wearing your tiny frilly shorts and one of his oversized shirts that barely clung to your shoulders, you leaned on the doorframe dramatically like a princess burdened by too much free time.

“Raf,” you said, blinking slowly.

He hummed a distracted, “Mm?” without looking up.

“Wanna make out?”

The brush dropped. Literally. Fell from his mouth and onto the page.

He blinked at you. “What?”

“I’m bored,” you said simply, strolling over like a cat with nothing to do. “You’ve been ignoring me for like… hours.”

“Pearlie,” he muttered, setting the sketchbook aside with a thud. “I’m painting you a seascape for the bathroom wall. A gift. From my heart.”

“Okay,” you said, plopping right onto his lap, straddling him. “Wanna make out?”

His fingers curled at your hips like he physically couldn’t say no, even if he had a sliver of resolve left.

“…You can’t just weaponize your boredom like this,” he whispered, voice low, eyes fluttering down to your lips.

You leaned forward until your nose brushed his. “Mmhm, I can. And I do. Because I’m spoiled.”

He groaned under his breath, head falling back against the couch. “God, I hate you. You’re evil.”

“Is that a yes?”

Instead of answering, Rafayel grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you like you’d just rescued him from a shipwreck. Messy, deep, possessive, the way he always kissed when you initiated things, like he wanted to remind you who you belonged to even though you’d been married for ages.

His sketchbook slid off the couch and landed with a quiet thud.

You were too busy giggling into his mouth to care.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

Zayne was at his desk in the home office, pristine white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fingers gliding across his tablet as he reviewed post-op notes and signed off on casework. He looked so serious, brows drawn, jaw tight, the pale glow of his screen lighting up those sharp hazel-green eyes.

You stood in the doorway in your plush slippers and soft silk robe (the one he bought you after you whined about wanting to feel like “a princess on vacation all the time”), clutching a smoothie you didn’t even want.

“Zaynieeeeeee,” you sing-songed.

He didn’t look up. “Sweetheart, give me twenty minutes, I’m almost done.”

“I don’t have twenty minutes,” you said, stepping into the room with a dramatic sigh. “I’m bored.”

“I told you to rest, remember? You said your stomach was hurting—”

“I’m healed now,” you declared, crossing the room until you were behind his chair. You looped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Wanna make out?”

He paused. Stylus still. Head slowly turned toward you.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered.

You smiled sweetly. “And you love me.”

“I’m in the middle of reviewing a cardiothoracic surgery.”

“And I’m in the middle of a crisis.” You leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. “Of boredom.”

He stared ahead for a second like he was weighing the cost-benefit ratio of kissing his wife vs finishing work.

Then, with a soft sigh, he set the stylus down and tugged you around to sit in his lap.

“You’re incorrigible,” he murmured against your lips as he leaned in. “Completely shameless.”

You beamed. “Well, you made me quit my job. What else am I supposed to do?”

His kiss was slow and steady, like he was savoring every second. One hand cradled your jaw, the other wrapped firmly around your waist. And the way he kissed… like he was re-centering himself. Like you were the only break he needed.

Eventually, you pulled back, breathless. “Still mad I interrupted your notes?”

Zayne ran his thumb across your bottom lip, eyes dark and fond. “Ask me again in twenty minutes. We might not get any work done today.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Xavier was curled up in the reading nook again, barefoot and soft-faced in a loose ivory shirt and grey linen pants, knees drawn up while he scrolled lazily through data logs on a holographic screen. He looked like some divine painting, silvery hair falling in strands across his eyes, cheek resting against the cushioned wall, expression unreadable.

You padded over silently, your frilly babydoll dress swishing with each step, arms folded as you watched him from across the room.

He didn’t even glance up. “What’s wrong, bunny?”

“How do you know something’s wrong?”

He flicked his gaze toward you, soft and slow. “You’re standing like a neglected cat. The dramatic kind.”

You squinted at him. “…I’m not neglected.”

“You’re pouting.”

“I’m bored.”

“I told you to nap.”

“I don’t want to nap.” You walked over, crouched by the edge of the cushion. “Wanna make out?”

He blinked.

Paused.

Then gave the faintest smile, the kind that made his lips tilt, barely visible unless you knew what to look for.

“You do look kissable,” he murmured, like he was weighing a moral decision. “But you’ll distract me. I was decoding Farsector coordinates.”

“I’m literally your wife,” you said, crawling up onto the cushion beside him, legs swinging over his lap. “You should be honored that I want to make out with you.”

He set the screen aside with a flick of his fingers and cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb tracing over your cheek slowly like he was making a decision in real time.

Then he pulled you in.

Xavier kissed you with the calm intensity of someone who wasn’t in any rush. Deep and unhurried, one arm around your waist, the other buried in your hair. He kissed like he was tasting starlight. Like he was grounding himself back to reality after floating somewhere too far off.

You pulled back with a dreamy sigh, sprawled half-across his lap. “Better than Farsector coordinates?”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Infinitely.”

“…Wanna do it again?”

A pause. Then:

“I’ll pretend I’m weak to your charms,” he murmured, already kissing your jaw, “if it makes you feel powerful.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

Sylus was in his sleek office upstairs, lounging behind the glass desk in his black-on-black designer shirt, sleeves pushed up, red eyes flicking over security reports and quarterly projections like he was skimming a children’s book. His silver hair was tousled from how often he ran a hand through it while deep in thought. His legs were up on the desk, fingers twirling a platinum pen.

He didn’t look up when you entered, too engrossed in reading.

“You’re quiet,” he said dryly, sensing your presence. “What did you break?”

You stepped around the desk slowly, fingers trailing the edge, silk robe dragging behind you like a little train. “Nothing,” you chirped sweetly. “Just bored.”

“Hmm.” He tapped his pen twice on the desk. “Didn’t you just buy twelve new perfumes to play with?”

“Already sniffed them all. And the tiara you ordered me came in two days early, so I already did my princess strut through the halls.”

“I saw. The staff almost bowed.”

You reached him, sliding onto his lap without asking, like you always did. His arm instinctively curled around your waist, keeping you there.

“Wanna make out?” you asked innocently.

That got his attention. He tilted his head slightly, sharp red eyes narrowing with slow amusement.

“Excuse me?”

“I said I’m bored,” you repeated, curling your fingers into his collar. “So. Wanna make out?”

He smirked. The slow, dangerous kind, like you’d just challenged him to something he already planned to win.

“You are so inconveniently irresistible,” he muttered. “You know I have meetings in.”

“Don’t care,” you said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He pulled back just slightly, watching you with that glittering, calculating look. “Are you seducing me because you’re bored? Or because you know I’ll drop everything the second you ask?”

“Yes.”

“Mm.” He set the pen down. “Manipulative little thing.”

Then he kissed you, rougher than the others, a little indulgent, a little possessive. His hand gripped the back of your neck, the other cupping your thigh like he had no plans of letting you move for the rest of the day. His kiss tasted like control and submission all tangled up, because he knew exactly who had the power in this moment.

When you pulled back, dazed and flushed, he ran his thumb along your lip, amused.

“Go on then,” he murmured, “ask me again, kitty.”

“…Wanna make out?”

His laugh was quiet, dark, and indulgent. “Keep asking and I’ll cancel the rest of the week.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

Caleb was seated on the couch in your penthouse’s main living space, still half in uniform, jacket unzipped, dog tags clinking softly against his chest as he typed out reports on his holopad. The sun was setting behind him, casting a warm orange glow on the glass walls. His brow was furrowed, jaw tense, purple eyes locked in deep concentration as he worked through mission debriefs.

You were sprawled across the ridiculously plush daybed in front of him, wearing one of his shirts and nothing underneath, flipping lazily through a fashion catalog without really absorbing anything.

Eventually, you sighed dramatically.

No response.

You tried again, a little louder. “Ughhh. I’m dying of boredom.”

He didn’t even look up. “I told you not to drink three espressos back-to-back.”

You rolled onto your stomach and stared at him. “Caleb.”

Still typing. “Pips.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Wanna make out?”

That got his attention.

He looked up so fast it was like someone yanked a string in his spine. “What?”

You blinked at him innocently. “I’m bored. Fix it.”

He gave you that look, the one that flickered between exasperation and adoration, like he knew he was being manipulated and couldn’t bring himself to care.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said, setting the holopad aside with a sigh.

You grinned. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately for the state of my productivity…” He rose from the couch and stalked toward you, eyes dark with something hungry and amused. “I do.”

You let out a little squeak as he bent over you, caging you in with his arms.

“So this is what happens when I let you live the pampered life,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “You get clingy. Demanding. Spoiled.”

You tugged him down by the collar. “And you like it.”

His lips were on yours before you could say another word, deep, hot, utterly consuming. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for you to interrupt him all day. His dog tags clinked against your chest as he pressed his body flush to yours, one hand cradling your cheek, the other sliding under your borrowed shirt like he owned every inch of you.

When he finally pulled back, breathless, he hovered over you with flushed cheeks and a crooked smirk.

“Still bored?”

“…A little.”

He grinned, wicked and boyish all at once. “Let’s see if I can fix that.”

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untolduttering · 26 days ago

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Jealousy

Summary: During a morning spent in a quaint town’s market, Sanji gets jealous and self-conscious after watching two different men flirt with you, and handles it with possessive, needy sex.

Tags: Sanji x female!reader, established relationship, nsfw, smut, fingering, piv, penetration, unprotected sex, praise, overstimulation, very emotional, lovey-dovey sex

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It was a lovely little town that was experiencing such a lovely day. The streets were paved with cobblestone and all the houses sat almost stacked on top of each other, since the island was made mostly of hills. The inhospitable mountains dominated the horizon, their peaks dusted with snow that may never melt, and it made the town all the more quaint in comparison; made even smaller by these beasts.

Sanji had hoped for a market and had run off early to be there when it opened. His instinct had served him right, and had now left him with the best pickings. He ran his hand all over all sorts of fruits and vegetables, homemade goods and crafts. An hour or two had passed, and he’d seen the rest of the crew wandering about. He smiles to himself as he thinks of the way your bright little self had skipped your way to him and asked what you could do for him. He sent you to find some honeydew, grapefruit, and any other food you’d wanted further in, a few things he hadn’t spotted yet but wanted, and knew you could pick the perfect ones.

He turns the jar over in his hand again. Grown, harvested and pickled by the vendor herself. He could see the carrots, pickles, and peppers that floated in a menagerie of spices. It looked quite good, even though he had plenty of pickled vegetables himself. He leans forward to ask her for a price when he hears a sharp gasp cut through the crisp morning air.

He gently places the jar down as he body snaps taut, alert and all too familiar with the noises you make. He spots you immediately, and sees that the paper bag you carried had ripped, spilling some of its contents to the ground.

Already, a strange man is helping you collect it.

“Thank you, thank you, you didn’t have to help. I guess the bag wasn’t all that strong,” you told him as you tried to rearrange everything.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he answered. “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be left to struggle alone.”

Your cheeks flush as you drop the grapefruit you were holding. “Oh, uh. Haha, yeah.”

He picks it up as you both stand and Sanji feels an awful pit growing in his stomach. He finally wills his feet to start moving—wondering if he was making this into something it wasn’t—although they do not move as fast as he wishes they would.

The man presses his hand to the small of your back, guiding you as he says, “Here, I can grab you a new paper bag.”

You both disappear for a moment into a stall, and that’s when his body finally decides to listen. He’s right there as he watches you dump and shimmy everything into another bag.

“Thank you, again. So much,” you tell him.

“It’s not a problem, dollface—” he’s cut off quickly by Sanji.

“Yes, great. You know, it’s not appropriate to touch someone without permission, you sicko. Let’s keep our hands to ourselves,” Without further hesitation, Sanji swipes the bag you're holding, adding it to the one he already holds, and scoops you up. He squats down to place you sitting on his shoulder, swipes the man’s feet out from under him, and strides away with ease.

You gasp and giggle. “Sanji! What’re you doing!”

“Saving you from evil men with evil intentions. And it’d be terrible of me to make you carry anything, as well as tire your pretty feet by walking too much.” He places a sweet, chaste kiss to the thigh that sits by his head.

You ruffle his hair and say, “He was just helping. And I offered to help you, I wanted to.”

Sanji sneers as he repeats, “Dollface. Who did he think he was? Doll. Face.” He shakes his head.

“Yeah, that was… I was getting a little uncomfortable.” You swirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “Thank you for saving me, my handsome knight.”

Immediately, Sanji perks up, eyes glowing and smile dumb as he looks at you, “Of course, my love! I’m always here to save you.”

The world despised Sanji at times—he knew that well, suffered enough times for it—so his joy could only last so long.

There was more shopping to be done. A crew of ten required more than the two current bags he had, and a voracious Captain Luffy required… more than the world had to offer, but there was enough to last them till the next stop in this market anyway. Sanji had reluctantly placed you back on the ground, but had yet to relent on the bags. He could handle those just fine, but if a certain Marimo came by, he knew he could hand them off.

Now he’s looking at the spread that one of many fishmongers had to offer. Some looked like one would expect, sizes ranging to the palm of one’s hand to the full length of one’s arm. Scales silver and shining with either brown along its belly, or some blue and yellow stripes along its body. But there were some odd ones he’d yet to ever see. Bright oranges and reds that may allude to venom or poison, teeth too big for mouths and so sharp that in its death they’d cut their own lips. He thinks of how they must taste, what traditional dishes they may be in here, since the fishmonger has the confidence to sell them.

Your fingers have been playing with his, sometimes tangling together as you pressed your palms together, switching back to rubbing his fingers between forefinger and thumb, and then simply dragging yours across his. He hears you try to say something, but now that the morning is closer to afternoon, the gathering of people has turned more into a crowd, and your voice is lost in the jumble of sound.

Without much thought, Sanji disentangles your fingers and pulls you into him, placing your back against the bags in his arm. He leans forward, caging your body in with his, and brings his fingertips to your chin and tilts your head up so that your lips brush against his ear. He notices how often you have to strain to be heard, getting on toes to get closer, and he doesn’t like how hard you have to try sometimes. He always wants you to feel listened to.

“What was that, my love?” he asks.

He feels just as much as he hears the little exhale you give. You wiggle a little against him too, pressing yourself up against his chest. “I, um. I was just saying that those fish look like something Luffy and Usopp would pull up and demand to be cooked, even though it looks like… that.”

He grins and nods his head, fully in agreement. “I was wondering if I should get one of the weird ones, but I didn’t know if it was something we should spend money on.”

“Ooo, if Nami sees that you spent her good money on this,” you laugh. “She’d be so mad.”

“You’re right. I’m just so curious though…” he trails off, deciding to ask the fishmonger all his questions about it. He feels you slip out from under him, understanding what he was doing and giving him the space to do so.

The man is more than happy to answer him, telling him where he caught it, what depth, what it calls it’s home. How to prepare it, what recipes he should look into, the most popular dish it’s served in. Just why the town started eating it at all.

During the conversation, Zoro and Brook wander past, and he snatches their sleeves without pausing, without even looking at either one. He hands the bags to them, along with his chosen fish. He picked three of the more normal type, and one of the special, more exotic. He looks forward to the fun that one should be.

You’d wandered away, distracted by something at the other stalls. When Sanji spots you, he finds you in deep conversation with what seems to be a fisherman. He’s handsome in a rugged, serious way, and he keeps a respectable gap between the two of you, but still leans close—shoulders hunched a bit and head dipped low—in order to hear you. He keeps his hands in his pockets, and something about the way he holds himself is so effortless that it’s charming. The nausea that wracked Sanji from earlier returns.

Someone bumps into you as they pass by, and Sanji watches as the man delicately touches your elbow to move you, placing you closer to a stall and using his own body as a buffer against the crowd. His gaze doesn’t leave your face, and he removes his hand quickly, and Sanji knows it’s because he’s keeping your comfort in mind.

Sanji knows he’s a sort of womanizer, a playboy, but he wonders if he's ever actually looked that… smooth, suave. His own methods tend to be a little over the top, and it works well for him, but this man just looks so cool. Again, effortless. He usually brushes off the way the mosshead calls him ridiculous, that he looks stupid—because what would a dumbass like him actually know—but he thinks that maybe he should put some merit to it now. He wonders if he’s ever been a true gentleman. If all that blushing and giggling he could cause was really because he looked like an idiot.

He meanders his way over anyway, no dramatic plans in mind, but he could never leave you alone with a stranger. He slips behind you and places his hands on your hips, rubbing soft circles with his thumbs. He chooses not to say anything or even listen, simply watches the passing people, letting your conversation with the fisherman, those of the vendors and customers, and little individual groups, wash over him. He’s so lost in thought, thinking of how his reaction from earlier may have been stupid of him—although you hadn’t been upset about it… or maybe you had and he was too busy being an ass to notice—that he doesn’t hear you trying to get his attention. It takes you placing a hand on his cheek, voice firm as you say his name, and up on toes to try and put your gaze level with his.

“There you are,” you say once you lock eyes. “What’s wrong? Where did you go?”

“I’m sorry, I guess I was just thinking.”

“About what? You were frowning awful hard.”

He shrugs. “Nothing, not anything specific. Just… mind wandering. People watching.” He does his best to smile at you and hopes it’s pulling the desired effect.

You draw your eyebrows together and frown, making his stomach twist a little, “He wasn’t really flirting.” You frown deeper in thought. “Well, if he had, I didn’t notice. I just asked him about any weird fish he’s caught, that’s all. I’m sorry if I upset you… again.”

Sanji swallows hard from how badly you’ve caught him out. “No, no, you could never upset me. That’s not…” He runs a hand through his hair, scratching and rubbing his scalp a little.

You rub a thumb across his chin, playing with the hair of his goatee. “Are you okay? Usually you’d… I dunno, be louder, call him rude or something.”

He coughs and tightens the grip of his fingers on his hair. “No, no. I mean yes. It was just a… a conversation, like you said. Didn’t wanna interrupt.”

“Sanji…” You grab his hand, gently pulling it away from his head and rubbing circles into his palm.

“We should get the rest of the groceries,” he says before you can say anymore. He tangles his fingers with yours and urges you to follow him as he walks. “Plenty more to get for such a hungry crew.”

There’s no more following incidents—surprising to him, I mean look at you—something that’s relieving, but his mood has already been ruined, and remains so. Lovely is no longer a word he can use, and he simply goes through the usual motions. Lunch is simple, all snacks requested are made and passed around. All through it, the pit in his stomach grows bigger, a mix of doubt as well as hunger. Each time you’re in his presence, all he wants to do is pin you to the wall and devour you, fill that gaping hole. He can’t stop thinking of how those rotten fucking men placed their hands on you, how that one makes him doubt himself so goddamn much. He just wants you to comb your fingers through his hair and tell him how much you love him.

Sanji feels your eyes on him the whole time. You don’t try to ask him about his odd behavior from earlier again, but you hover in a way you usually don’t. You don’t go out on the deck to sit with Robin, or become roped into whatever shenanigans that Usopp and Luffy create. Instead, you linger outside of the kitchen and watch him cook, rather than following him around or leaning against the counter while you talk to him. And when he decides to look at you, you turn and pretend to start some task. Or maybe continue one you’d actually been doing. He knows you’re waiting for him to tell you what’s bothering him, but he can’t bring himself to say it. He feels pitiful, thinking of begging you to tell him that he’s desirable, that suave, cool, gentleman he desperately wants to be. It’s a ridiculous issue anyway, something he needs to let go. It’s just so adamant about staying stuck as a lump in his throat, a pin in his side.

During dinner, though, you converse with the others as you usually do. It’s when he turns to see you talking with Robin that he feels a sudden wave of indescribable emotion. He watches two of his favorite ladies casually talking and he feels… small. Robin, tall and regal, leaning back with her chin tilted a little up, and her head to the side. You’ve got your chin propped up by your hand, your fork dangling between the fingers of your other, back in a pretty arch as your butt pushes your chair out. A lady. You look like such a lady. It sends him reeling back to when he was a small boy at the Baratie, admiring the women he would serve, having to tilt his head up and push himself on his toes in order to see over the table when he got close enough. His tiny self, his little pounding heart, and trembling hands as he’d stare at them with awe. And he hasn’t grown any bigger. He’s always been just a boy.

It’s after, as he’s finishing the last steps of cleaning the kitchen and dining room, that he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a chin place itself on his shoulder. Immediately, your delightful scent envelops him and he takes a deep inhale.

You press your lips to the side of his neck and leave a long, lingering kiss. “Hey, handsome. How’s it going?”

The last thread snaps and he whips around, hauling you over his shoulder for the second time that day. This time, however, you’re folded over at your waist, rather than sitting.

“S—Sanji.”

Sanji’s hands wander, conveying his needs through the way he palms the meat of your thigh, the curve of your ass. His breathing is too heavy, too full of want, to say anything to you. He presses his cheek to your hip, and in noticing the gap between your top and bottoms, pushes your shirt up so he can press feverish kisses to your skin. He needs you under him, wrapped around him, close and sweating from each other's body heat, melting together. He needs to prove to himself, to you, that you belong together.

You’re both in your shared room in no time. Despite his urgency, he��s careful in the way he places you down and pins you to the door. He shoves his mouth into yours before you can get any words out, his lips trying and begging to get yours open. He places both hands on your hips and slides a thigh between your legs so he can grind you down against it. The sound that slips out of you makes him shiver so hard that he can’t help but whine and kiss you harder, slipping his tongue in and lapping at your mouth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in and pressing yourself to him with the same sense of urgency. His hands leave your waist once he sees that you’ve gotten the memo and continue to hump his leg, and slips them under your shirt to grope your chest. After a few palm filled squeezes, he tweaks and pinches your nipples, causing you to arch against him, moaning.

You’re so soft, so sweet, so pliant, all for him. It makes that persistent ache in his chest burst, sending his head swimming. He grabs your legs and lifts you, wrapping them around his waist, and carries you to the bed. He lays you back and rocks his hard on into you, whining at that delicious friction, at how he feels your hips rock back.

He can only stand the layers between you for so long and rushes to peel them all off, his hands shaky and artless. The moment your soft breasts slip free his attention is back on them. A wet trail winds down your neck from his open mouthed kisses and little kitten licks. His mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking like he’s trying to drink from you and swirling his tongue around and around. His fingers fumble for what feels like forever at the fly of your bottoms, his hands trembling and useless in their desire for you.

Once his hands finally slip under your underwear and he can dip his fingertips in that place of paradise, his lips detach with a lewd pop as he whimpers. You’re soaked and it’s all for him.

His voice is hoarse as he says, “So sweet, so good. All this for me, my love?”

He brings his slick covered fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, shivering at the taste on his tongue. He hears you whine at his actions and he feels a surge of pride.

Sanji slips your underwear off and dips his fingers back in, pumping them and curling them so it hits that sweet spot. He leans in close to your face, brushing the tip of his nose with yours, focused on the way your face contorts with pleasure, the pleasure that he gives you. No one else, no other fucking man, could make your mouth drop open and pant like this, make that pretty, pretty whine claw out of your throat like that.

He grinds his palm into your clit, determined to throw you over the edge. You arch and cry out, squeezing his fingers so well.

“Good, good.” Sanji swallows audibly, like the action is becoming more and more difficult. “So good for me. You’re gonna cum, right? Cream this pretty pussy all over my hand? Please, baby, please?”

“Sanji, Sanjiiiii,” you whine, his words making you burn and writhe.

“Say it,” he continues. “Say you’ll cum for me.”

“I’ll—I’ll cum for you—I’m close, so close—just for you.”

He kisses you, shoving his tongue back in its rightful place, swallowing all your sweet sounds as you clench and come on his fingers.

As soon as he feels that last pulse, he pulls his finger out to tear himself out of his pants. Somewhere along the way, you’d stripped his top half, leaving it to him to release his aching cock. His underwear is soaked, his tip leaking pearl after pearl of precum, leaving a string to hang off of him.

He shifts you up the bed so that you both lay in it properly now, and he slips his cock inside with ease. His hips buck without his permission, skin slapping loud as he bottoms out with a forceful thrust.

“Sanji,” you moan.

Your walls squeeze him so hard he has to still himself and grips the sheets in order to not come. His breaths punch out of him, ragged from how hard he has to try.

“S-sorry. You feel so good, you always feel so good, I can’t help it.”

Once he feels confident that he won’t come, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck, and starts thrusting again.

You bury your fingers in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, holding him so tight. You moan and whine, his name slipping out over and over. This whole time, you’ve been saying his name again and again, his name. You didn’t question or hesitate the second he grabbed you and moved you where he wanted. You’ve pulled him in and wanted him, always want him, just as badly.

Suddenly, he’s sniffling and realizes that tears have been streaming from his eyes, pooling into your skin and the pillow below. Before he can stop himself, his breath hitches in a little sob.

“Sanji?” you ask, and he feels you try to lift his head. “Sanji, b-baby, look at me. What is it?”

He shakes his head as he continues to thrust into you. He can’t look at you right now, all flustered and blissed out, he can’t handle it. He can’t let you know what’s wrong. But he can’t resist the way your hands cup his chin, either, trying to lift, and he wants those hands to cradle his cheeks so badly. He lets it happen, shame churning in his gut.

He knows he looks a mess by the way you look at him, eyes wide and surprised. It changes, though, once his tip kisses your cervix again. He can tell you’re trying to focus, but the pleasure he gives you is distracting.

“Oh, Sanji,” you say, caressing his face. “Is it those men—“ You’re cut off by another thrust. “F-from earlier?”

“…No…” he finally answers, clearly still upset from their flirting with you.

“Honey, stop moving for a second, I can’t—” his hips take your breath away once again.

He shakes his head again and again. “I can’t. I can’t stop. I— I love you,” he sucks in a deep breath. “I just love you so much.”

He pulls you into a messy, wet kiss, one that tastes of so much salt. To stop thrusting into you would kill him, he knows that it would.

Against his lips, you do your best to tell him, “I’m yours, Sanji. You know I’m yours.”

He shoves his tongue in your mouth as he whines at your words, tasting as much of you as he can.

“Mine?” he asks, once he pulls his tongue out for a moment.

“Uh-huh. All of me. E—” A sigh. “Everything. No one could love me like you. I love you.”

“I love you. I love you,” he cries back before kissing you again.

He unwraps one arm from around you, moving his hand down to rub your clit; to reward his sweet, sweet girl. He needs to feel you coming around his cock. He needs to feel the way you clench around him, suck him in, like you never want him to pull out. He needs you to claim him with your pussy, to cream all over him. He never wants to be clean of you again; he wants his length, his pelvis, his thighs, to be permanently soaked by you. To be so wholly marked by your cum.

Little sobs still fall from his swollen, red lips. Each time he thinks he can stop himself, another one comes pouring out, sneaking along with the drool he has to keep sucking back in. He’s such a sniveling little boy, nose dripping and bottom lip trembling, but he can’t help it when he’s looking at you. He’s just so in love with you. Once you’re coming, he’ll stop. It’ll fix every bad feeling he has inside him, he knows it will.

Your hands haven’t left his face, cradling him so carefully, and each time either of you break away for a quick breath, you murmur such sweet things about him against his lips. That he’s your good boy, that he’s so handsome and thoughtful, that you can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. He can’t believe how lucky he is.

He quickens his pace, both his hips and the firm circles his rubs into your clit. He knows that he’ll come any moment now with so much praise coming from you, so much tenderness and honesty. It makes his head so fuzzy.

He feels your walls flutter and all your words turn into moans that get louder and louder each thrust. You come with your hands slipping into his hair and tugging on his locks so hard that it’s what sends him over along with you. The cum he pumps into you feels almost endless, with rope after rope coming out of him. He buries himself as deep as he can inside you so that it’ll never slip out.

You pant into each other's mouth, trembling in each other's arms, as you come down and try to breathe normally again. Sanji wraps the one arm around you again, and you massage his scalp, guilty over the grip you had on his hair.

As he had hoped, the tears slow to nothing and his lips no longer tremble. After a few more soft kisses, he nuzzles into your throat.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He nods his head, enjoying the way his nose drags along your skin.

You drag your fingertips along his cheek, then cupping his jaw with the palm of your hand and rub soothing circles with your thumb. “Such a lovely boy,” you murmur. “You treat me so well.”

Instead of answering, he tries to bury his face deeper into your neck, flustered and trying to hide from the way your words make him feel. Usually, he’d fight it off by drowning you in praise instead, turning all the compliments back on you, but after he’s come, he becomes much more pliant, something you take advantage of often.

“Such skilled, pretty hands, that make me feel so good. I never want you to stop touching me.”

He shifts and wiggles in place, missing the way that you grin.

“And have you ever seen the way you look when you fuck into me? Those powerful thighs flexing, back arched so prettily, making such, such beautiful faces. I love the way you look when you feel good.”

Sanji whines as he squeezes you tighter and hunches his shoulders up. He mumbles something once he settles a little.

“What’s that, my lover boy?” Fingertips drag to his back and tickle him as they stroke up and down.

He lifts his head finally, his cheeks still a fierce red as he shifts to his elbows and pouts. “I don’t… fuck. I make love to you.”

“I’m sorry, no, you’re right. You do make such sweet love to me, and you’re very, very good at it.” You smile and giggle at him, all cheeky, and his heart aches when he sees it.

Slowly, he pulls himself out, and you whine at the loss. He watches as his thick cum seeps out of you, and is quick to scoop it back up and finger it back into you. He needs it to stay inside, and also does so to make up for the emptiness the absence of his cock leaves behind.

Despite his efforts, that creamy whiteness still leaks out around his fingers, and he tries to pump it back in without losing any more. The sight is beginning to work him back up, and the way your hips twitch with each curl of his fingers makes his stomach stir again. His breathing gets heavier and heavier.

He looks back up to your pretty face, and your eyes are screwed shut with your nose scrunched. Little pants fall from slightly parted lips. You always look so divine.

“You okay, pretty?” Sanji asks.

“Y-yeah. Jus’ sensitive.”

“Cause…” Sanji licks his lips and bites his bottom one. “Can you go again?”

Your eyes fly open. “Huh?”

He sees your eyes dart to his rock hard cock and you whine at the sight.

He removes his fingers and starts lining himself up. “I know, I know, baby, I’m sorry, but please? You’re just so good for me and I need to. Look, all my cum’s already spilling out and I gotta fill you up again.”

He sinks his all the way in and watches the way your body quivers and jerks, enamored. “One more, just one more, yeah?”

You nod and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place. You pull him close again and whimper, “Fill me again, please.”

“Yes, yes. Can’t have you feeling empty, can we?”

He rocks his hips and goes nearly crazy watching the way you writhe and moan and gasp so loud. So sensitive and barely able to handle it, but doing it anyway because he asked. What he needed to do was cum inside you every morning, so that when you were in town and all those vile men were leering at you and their gazes fell to your thighs—because of course they would, they were such beautiful thighs—they would see his cum leaking out and trickling down and know that you belonged to him. Then they would know to keep their filthy fucking hands off of you.

His thrusts get more aggressive, annoyed at those men all over again, even more determined to fill you. You’re his, you’re his, you’re his. His cries and whines mix with yours, his cock so sensitive, but he’d never stop, not for a moment, not for anything, not when he has such an important job to fulfill. Not when his baby needs him, and only him.

Tears fall from your eyes and Sanji kisses away each one from your cheeks. He knows they’re from pleasure, but even though they make your eyes shine and they compliment your lashes so well, there’s always a little feeling of panic and he needs to soothe you immediately. “You’re doing so good, pretty girl. You feeling good?”

“Y-yeah.”

He rubs those neat circles into your clit once again, and the way your legs shake so uncontrollably makes him feel so in love.

“This okay? Too much?” Sanji’s panting and shaking along with you.

You shake and nod your head, trying to answer both questions at once, too overwhelmed. With a high pitched whine, you get out, “‘m okay.” Another whine and shaky breath. “K-kiss.”

He obliges easily, he wants nothing more; how could he ever say no?

He comes sooner than you, pumping you full just like he promised. It feels so good, it’s everything he wants, and he moans into your mouth the whole way through.

You haven’t come again, though, so he forces himself to keep going through the overstimulation. He’s twitching and shaking, his poor cock feeling so raw, but he’d never leave you wanting. It’s what he needs to do, anyway, if he wants you properly filled. The wet slaps coming from the two of you are loud and lewd, his cum mixed with your slick creating a most beautiful mess of the sheets.

Against his lips, you choke out, “Sanji, Sanji, I’m—I’m—”

“Let go for me, baby, you got it, just let go.”

Crying, shaking, you do as he asks, and the way your walls clench around his cock has him seeing white and biting his lip so hard he’s afraid it may bleed.

“Good girl,” he gasps out. “Good girl.”

You’re back to where you both were before, holding and caressing and soothing until you’re back to yourselves. Sanji can’t bring himself to pull out as soon as he had last time, and murmurs out the promise that he’ll clean you up, that you’ll bathe together, but in a little while. Sleepy and exhausted, you play with his hair as you agree that it sounds good, that you’re more than fine with being held for as long as he wants.

Finally, he feels quite satisfied that you’ve both adequately marked the other as theirs, and that maybe he can sleep without any haunting dreams tonight. He can’t promise, though, and wouldn’t ever think to, that he’ll be calmer about anyone looking at you. If anything, he’s sure he’ll be wilder about it now.

#one piece #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #you’d tell me if this was bad right YOU’D TELL ME #or if he’s out of character right RIGHT #anyway dknsnsns needed him jealous and needy and crying #always the crying with me

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An innocent slumber party turns into something more thanks to Asmo’s meddling.

aka Asmo thinks slumber parties should involve lingerie and aphrodisiacs

PAIRING: Solomon x f!reader x simeon

TAGS: smut, threesome but rlly simeon is just there for moral support, oral, PIV, aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, 18+ MDNI, 5.1k

A/N: a super old repost from my old blog! I heard that obey me was coming back and I can finally marry the one true loml mammon <3

The day started off with the most innocent intentions.

You got a text from Luke in the Angels group chat asking if you were free for a slumber party at Purgatory Hall—minus those ‘evil’ demon brothers, Luke added. And you, being eager for one peaceful night away from the constant chaos at the House of Lamentation, accepted right away.

It’s not that you hated being around the brothers, you loved all of them, but living with them could be draining when you were constantly being the mediator of their family drama, roped into Mammon’s get-rich-quick schemes, or unwillingly sucked into one of Levi’s dating sim games.

“Oi, when are ya gonna be back?” Mammon asked nonchalantly, pretending to be focused on scrolling through his Devilgram feed and not on your response, secretly hoping you’ll say soon.

You packed up your toothbrush in a traveling case and dropped it into your overnight bag. “Tomorrow, duh. It’s just a sleepover, Mammon,” you laughed, poking his forehead just to tease him.

He jolted up from his sprawled position on your bed. “Tomorrow?! That’s too long!”

“Pfft, lol! You sound so desperate right now,” Leviathan giggles off to the side, sitting on the floor against your bed. He had been engrossed in playing Mononoke, but just like Mammon, stuck by you since you started packing.

Mammon scoffed, “Do not.”

Just to spite his younger brother, Mammon lunged over and covered up Leviathan’s screen. The purple-haired brother shrieked and tried to scoot away, but judging by the sound his phone made, he lost the round.

“You idiot! MC look what he did to me!” He cried, holding up his DDD with big red letters spelling out ‘LOSER’. “I was just about to beat the boss and unlock the diamond armor.”

“He started it,” Mammon grumbled, returning to his lounging position.

“Just admit you’ll miss MC, Mammon,” Beelzebub said, from his spot on the ground next to your legs. “I’ll miss her.”

Unlike the other two who were either too stubborn or shy to admit it, Beelzebub was proudly unapologetic in his feelings for you.

It was not like you were leaving forever but the demon brothers act as if one minute without you is a century. It was cute if you were being honest. It was nice to have all the company and love around you. Never once did you feel lonely living in the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll miss you too, Beel,” you cooed, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his cheek. You caught his face flush as he continued to munch on his chips with a pleased grin.

“H-Hey, doesn’t the Great Mammon get a kiss too?” Mammon was sitting up now, watching you eagerly. His DDD long been forgotten.

You hummed, tapping your chin, “I dunno. It depends. Are you going to miss me?”

Your lips curled into a grin as you watched Mammon struggle between admitting the truth or suppressing it to save his tough guy persona. His conflicted blue eyes darted from the ivy crawling up your bedpost to your lips. Finally, he relented and an exasperated groan fell from his lips, “Argh, fine, fine! I’ll miss ya! So, ya better come back home soon and in one piece!”

Your heart flipped hearing him say it out loud. He didn’t say how he felt about you often, but when he did it filled you with nothing but warmth.

“I’ll miss you too, Mammon.”

His eyes brightened. You cupped his cheek and leaned in slowly, watching his eyes flutter shut and wait for your lips to meet his.

“I can sense your suppressed sexual tension from the hall, Mammon,” Asmodeus’s voice announced as he threw open your bedroom door.

You jumped back from Mammon before your lips touched, hearing him mumble a curse at his brother, and watched as Asmodeus barged into the room with a neatly gift-wrapped box in his pedicured hands.

“MC,” Asmodeus sang, gliding over to you and slipping the gift into your hands, “I brought you something that’ll spice up your sleepover. Make sure the chihuahua doesn’t get into it though.”

You frowned at the nickname everyone seemed to have given Luke. Just because he was short and a little yappy didn’t mean he was a dog. “What is it?”

Before he could respond, it was Beelzebub who provided an answer with his superior sense of smell that’s able to detect anything edible. He was practically drooling when he said, “It’s chocolate.”

The Avatar of Gluttony seemed to forget about his chips and reached for the box, hoping to get a helping of its contents, but Asmodeus smacked his hand away.

“Not for you,” he chided, “they’re for MC. Feel free to share with Simeon and Solomon though.”

He winked.

“Oh, thank you, Asmo.” You looked over the inconspicuously wrapped box. There was nothing written on it to help you figure out the brand. It was just a red box with a neatly wrapped bow on top. It looked harmless, but could you really trust Asmodeus to give you just chocolates?

Asmodeus leaned into your bag and shuffled around in it.

“Sorry if this offends you, darling, but ew ,” Asmodeus cringed, pinching up a pair of pajama bottoms you had packed. “What is this ?”

You scowled, finding it hard not to be offended. You snatched the pants out of his hand and folded them back up. “My pajamas. Is there a problem?”

“There is absolutely a problem! You can’t go to a slumber party with such unsexy clothes!”

You gawked. What did he think this slumber party is going to involve? You were spending a night with angels and one of them was a child. You were planning on sleeping tonight, not getting lucky.

Asmodeus grabbed at the pants again but you refused to let go. It was futile trying to win a tug-o-war against the demon but you were stubborn.

“Come on dear, don’t be difficult. These have to go.”

“Oi, if she wants to wear that ugly thing, then let her,” Mammon butted in.

Come on, the pants weren’t that ugly!

Mammon took your side of the tug-o-war, grabbing onto the pants and helping you pull them from Asmodeus’s powerful grip.

But, apparently, two of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and your stubbornness pulling on a pair of cheap, gimmicky pants was enough to tear it in two.

“Asmo!” You held your half of the pants up, inspecting the torn seams.

“Oops,” he giggled, tossing the fabric over his shoulder. “I guess you’ll have to wear something else.”

You found it hard not to imagine he planned for this to happen.

“MC,” Satan called, suddenly appearing at your door before you got the chance to start cursing at Asmodeus for ruining your clothes. “Lucifer wants to talk to you before you go.”

You checked your DDD for the time. 6:46 PM. You were supposed to be at Purgatory Hall by seven. You really didn’t have time for this.

“The worst you’re allowed to pack are shorts!” You warmed Asmodeus, before following Satan out the door.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable!”

—

“MC! You’re finally here!” Luke jumped into your view like an excited puppy as soon as the doors were opened by Simeon.

The older angel greeted you with his usual warm and welcoming smile, “Hello, little lamb.”

You felt your face heat up at the endearing nickname he has chosen to give you. You ducked your head to hide the embarrassment evident on your face. “Hello, Simeon.”

“I trust she’ll be safe with you,” Lucifer said, pointedly looking at Simeon with his intense gaze.

“Of course, she’s safe with us!” Luke barked, crossing his arms, “It’s an angel’s job to keep humans safe. Unlike you demons who only-”

Simeon calmly put his gloved hand over Luke’s mouth, which was still trying to spew off insults at Lucifer, and chuckled, “MC will be perfectly safe with me, I promise.”

Your ears perked up at the specificity of his statement and you had no doubt he was telling the truth.

That confirmation was all Lucifer needed to feel better about leaving you there for the night and not under his protection.

“I will see you tomorrow, then,” Lucifer whispered to you, dipping down to press a parting kiss to your forehead. His hardened expression melted away for just a second as he gazed down at you. “Goodnight, my dear.”

“Goodnight, Lucifer.” You waved to the Avatar of Pride as he departed.

When you turned back to the angels, you noticed Simeon’s sullen expression, uncharacteristic for the always pleasant angel. Once he noticed your gaze, he shifted back to his usual handsome smile. You wanted to ask what was wrong, how you could help him, but Luke, eager to get the night started, grabbed your hand to pull you across the threshold into Purgatory Hall.

“Come on, MC! I already baked a whole batch of cookies to eat while we watch movies all night! There’s no way I’m falling asleep early!”

—

Luke was practically bouncing off the walls, from excitement or the sugar rush after eating seven cookies in the span of ten minutes, when you finally settled down in the living room for the movie.

He cozied up beside you, cuddling into your side like a clingy baby puppy but you could already tell he was beginning to nod off halfway through the film.

“MC.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the soft voice leaned into your ear, gloved fingers brushing gently against your shoulder. Simeon appeared behind you. The warmth of his body sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Oops, did I frighten you?” He asked innocently. His hand fell away from you but the heat still lingered.

“N-Not at all.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to change into your pajamas. You’re free to use the restroom down the hall next to Solomon’s room.”

Now that you thought of it, you hadn’t seen the suspicious sorcerer yet. Would he be joining you all for the slumber party or was this a strictly angels and you event?

“Yeah, sure that’ll be more comfortable."

“Do you need me to show you the way?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thank you, Simeon.”

You had been to Purgatory Hall a few times for some study sessions and had gotten used to the layout by now. Plus, you’d like to drop in on Solomon just to say hello to your fellow human exchange student.

You may not have spent as much time with Solomon as you did with the demon brothers, but you did enjoy his presence. After all, powerful sorcerer or not, he was still a fellow human from the human world. On the rare occasions you did spend time with him, it was filled with chatter about human world memes and pop culture.

Before your stop at Solomon’s door, you entered the bathroom. With your backpack propped on the sink, you unzipped it and peeked inside.

To your horror, the white, lacy negligee you plucked out of the bag taunted you with its sheer fabric. You dived back into the bag, ripping out Asmodeus’s box of chocolates to find nothing else stuffed in the bag—no T-shirt, no ugly pajama pants. There was only a pair of lacy white underwear and the negligee.

You sunk to the tiled floors and resisted the urge to curse out Asmodeus for doing exactly what you said not to do. Instead of thinking about yelling at him, you pulled out your DDD and brought up his chat log.

MC : WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!! What the hell am I supposed to do now!!!!!!

Asmo : put it on and have some fun~~ <33

“Ah, I hate you so much right now,” you whined out loud, leaning your head against the door. You could sleep in the clothes you have now but the chocolate stain Luke accidentally smeared on your shirt when he got a little too excited about showing you his cookies said otherwise.

There was a knock on the door before you could respond in all caps and tell Asmodeus what you really thought about his idea.

“MC? You in there?”

It was Solomon.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Simeon told me to let you know Luke fell asleep so he’s taking him to bed.”

You huffed—so much for staying up all night.

You heard Solomon’s footsteps begin to retreat and pushed yourself off the ground to call after him. After opening the door, you stopped him before he was too far down the hall. “Wait! Can I borrow a T-shirt?”

The sorcerer’s eyebrows rose but his expression soon melted into his usual mischievous grin. “Too excited to pack properly?”

“More like Asmo thinks it fun to meddle with my clothes.”

A knowing look crossed his face, and you wondered exactly what he knew. Had he been in this kind of predicament with Asmodeus before?

“I see. I’ll get one for you then.”

You thanked him as he departed to his room and shut the bathroom door once again. You stuffed the ‘pajamas’ back into your bag and reached for the chocolate box. A chocolate or two would calm your agitation. Though the chocolates were from Asmodeus as well; there was no telling what he had done to them. You didn’t care that much at the moment as you unboxed them and tossed a piece into your mouth.

The sweet taste was accompanied by a fruity aftertaste that almost left you feeling like you were floating and you nearly moaned. It was better than anything you’d had in a while.

Solomon was knocking again. “MC? I’ve got a shirt.”

You hardly heard, too entrapped by the chocolate to notice. You stuffed the chocolates back into your bad and opened the door to greet the handsome sorcerer extending one of his black shirts to you.

You thanked him and shut the door again to quickly change, hardly caring about the way your palms felt a little clammy as you slipped off your pants or your chest was tightening. The shirt smelt of him—surprisingly minty. Some buried part of yourself wanted to stuff your face into it and inhale deeply, to have nothing but him surround you.

When you left the bathroom, dressed in nothing but your panties and Solomon’s shirt and backpack in hand, you found the sorcerer still standing in the hall.

His eyes were quick to move to your bare legs, his shirt covering only half of your thighs, and they were slow to trail up to your eyes.

“I should… go.” You excuse yourself, even though you’d rather discover what that look in his eyes was.

“Still planning on watching the movie without Luke?”

“I think it would be better if I just went to bed.” You were starting to feel a bit warm—unusual considering this was the Devildom, a place perpetually cold.

“That’s too bad,” he lamented, “I wanted to show you a new spell I’ve been working on.”

You perked up. “Spell?”

“One word—control,” he offered, hushed like a secret meant only for you.

You looped your arm around his and dragged him towards his bedroom. His side close to yours didn’t help the heat slowly spreading through you. “Two words: Demonstration. Now,” You demanded.

His hint didn’t give you the slightest clue as to what he was talking about but you were excited nonetheless. You always found his magic fascinating to observe. Being new to the whole realm of magic and demons made you incredibly curious. You were human after all; it was in your nature to be curious.

Once you flung open his door, you were met with green vines crawling up the walls, spilling over desks, and hitting you right in the face.

“Not what I expected,” you said, moving aside the vine, to push deeper into the overtaken room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting; when he said control you were hoping for something…exciting.

You tugged at the collar of your shirt.

Exciting as in domination, holding you down, going down on-

“Just wait.”

You sat on his bed, starting at the ceiling and hoping the cool sheets would take away the heat of your skin. It was beginning to ache—ache more than just surface level irritation; it was growing between your thighs. You crossed your legs and bit your lower lip when the ache turned into a throb.

“Better be good,” you muttered. Your excitement was dwindling, being replaced by the desire to slip your hand between your thighs. When you tried taking a breath, you realized your breathing was growing ragged. Your skin felt like it was on fire, heat coursed through your body at the slightest movement.

“MC.”

You turned your head only to find Solomon’s right next to yours. You didn’t notice when he sat down. It’d be easy to lean in and kiss him and you never realized how badly you wanted to kiss him.

“Yes?” You breathed. So easy… just one kiss. Your fingers tentatively slid over the skin of your thighs, attempting to calm the heat between them.

The sorcerer watched, dragging his eyes from your hand over your body clothed in his shirt. “Everything alright?”

“No.”

He raised a brow.

“I just,” you wanted to shut your mouth, “really need you, Solomon.”

You wanted to bury yourself into the ground. Sure, the sorcerer was handsome, smart, and you definitely had a crush on him but you didn’t want to admit to it—not like this. Your face warmed, not from need but embarrassment.

His lips quirked as if he were fighting off a smile. “While I would normally never say no, especially to you, I have a feeling there’s more to this.”

You whimpered, “Please, ‘m serious.”

His hand came up to press against your cheek and you leaned into it, desperate for any contact. The need grew, demanding to be satiated.

He frowned. “You’re burning up.”

“No time to play doctor.” Your hands grabbed him to keep on your skin. “Just kiss me.”

“I’m getting Simeon.”

You groaned, not only was he trying to pull away, but he was getting an angel. It was not the time to bring in an angel when all you wanted was to be pressed into Solomon’s mattress and fucked. Though, your traitorous mind thought, you wouldn’t mind Simeon being witness.

“Be a good girl and stay,” he said, standing up.

When you refused to let go of his hand, a tendril from one of the vines slithered around your wrist and yanked you back with so much force you fell against the bed.

So that was what he meant by control.

“I said be good.” The tendril tightened around your wrist, taking hold of the other one as well and drawing your arms over your head.

He walked toward the door and the ache burned hotter, twisting you insides with every step he took further away from you.

“No, wait,” you whined and writhed, “h-hurts. It hurts.”

Concern bled onto his features. “I’ll be back.”

When he slipped from the room, the tears came. Your insides were being torn apart; the fire on your skin grew into an inferno, eating away at your flesh. You needed him back. You needed his hands on you again—to slip between your thighs and make the pain go away.

You were hyper aware of the door opening again and two men slipping into the room.

“Please,” you begged, “I’ll be good for you, swear.”

“Oh, dear,” the gentle voice of Simeon was a relief, only momentarily. Neither of them were touching you. They weren't even near you. They hovered at the end of the bed, observing as you writhed and cried.

“Swear I’ll be good,” you repeated, nearly delirious, as you tugged at your restraints. “Good, so good.”

“Was there something in the cookies?” You could hear Solomon questioning.

“No, I watched Luke make them; nothing was added that a human couldn’t consume.”

Footsteps drew near the side of the bed and your left side dipped when one of them sat. You turned your head and found Simeon; concern drew his brows together.

“Did you eat anything else besides those cookies?”

“Chocolates,” you managed to wheeze out. “Bag.”

Solomon took your backpack and searched it, pulling out the box of chocolates Asmodeus gifted you. He opened the top and sniffed the contents. “A powerful aphrodisiac,” he grimaced.

You wanted to groan but it came out as a low moan instead. Of course, Asmodeus gave you a box of chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs for your totally innocent sleepover. You couldn’t have one relaxing night away from the brothers without them causing some sort of chaos.

“Do you want us to call Lucifer?” Simeon asked, wiping away the tear tracking down your temples with his gloved thumb.

You whimpered, “no, want you.”

Shit.

Another confession down for the sweet and caring angel. You might as well confess to your crush on the demon prince and his butler while you were at it.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded, afraid if you opened your mouth again you would describe every explicit detail of your current thoughts.

The vines around your wrist squeezed. Solomon tsked, “Use your words.”

He snaked toward your other side and rested his hands on your exposed thigh. You spread your legs to give him permission to slip his hand between them. When you attempted to wiggle your hips down to get him closer to where you wanted him, the vines locked you in place.

You had no choice but to speak. “Yes, yes, I want you—both of you.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Solomon said. Any hesitation from before was gone. His fingers drifted higher, pushing your shirt up his path until he reached the edge of your panties. He traced the lace material. “Interesting choice.”

You almost forgot you ended up slipping on the pair of panties Asmodeus packed in your haze.

You almost choked when Solomon’s hand brushed the seam of your clothed slit.

“Don’t tease her; you need to help her quickly or the effects can turn dangerous,” Simeon instructed. He hadn’t moved from his spot, hands remained in his lap as he observed.

You could hardly understand a word they were saying that didn’t involve your pleasure. The word dangerous would’ve made you panic in your right mind but the lust building inside you made every other rational sense dull.

“You can help too,” Solomon said, looping his finger through your panties and dragging it down one agonizing inch at a time. “An angel should help humans in their times of need. And I think this is definitely a time of great need. ”

“I shouldn’t-” He faltered when he saw the slick of your arousal clinging to your underwear as Solomon finally pulled them off you. His hands clenched. Angel from Celestia or not, there was desire pooling behind his eyes.

You wanted to reach out and grab his hand, to reassure him you wanted it.

Solomon ignored the turmoil brewing within the angel and spread your thighs apart. Hungry eyes took you in. “Pretty,” he murmured as he leaned closer, warm breath blowing across your core. When you whined, he chuckled, “don’t worry I won’t tease you anymore.”

His tongue pressed flat against your cunt and he moaned from the sweet taste of you. Then the slow flicks from the tip of his tongue over your clit forced a cry from your lips as you rocked your hips into Solomon’s mouth.

“Not too loud,” Simeon said, his thumb brushing over your lip. “You’ll wake Luke.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe along the tip of his thumb, tasting only the cotton of his glove. Your teeth bit down on the fabric and when his hand pulled back the glove fell away, revealing his smooth, bare skin. You wanted to taste him, even if it was just the salt of his fingers.

You parted your lips again, wanting to beg for him, but the glove was shoved into your mouth.

“Quiet,” Simeon ordered in a tone you weren’t familiar with. Stern, demanding, and it only aroused you further.

You released a muffled moan when two of Solomon’s long, slender fingers stuffed themselves into your dripping core.

“You’re so wet. Wanna come on my fingers?” Solomon asked, almost mesmerized as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease, coating them from tip to knuckle. “Fuck—I know you do. Look at that face.”

Your eyes were too heavy to open, brows furrowed as his fingers continued to work, circling and pressing against that spot inside of you that made your back arch and fingers dig into the sheets.

“Why don’t you come on my fingers first? Then you can ride my cock like a good girl; Simeon’s too, if he’ll let you.”

Your eyes cracked open just to glance at Simeon, who was too focused on Solomon’s fingers. With Solomon’s focus on your cunt, the vines around your wrist loosened enough for your hand to creep toward the growing bulge in Simeon’s pants. Fingers over his thighs and just about brushing against him, he caught your hand and laced it in his.

“Just be good and he’ll give you what you need.”

You knew he was holding back. The look in his eyes said more, hungered for you. His fingers untangled from yours and began to trace up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then he shifted from his spot on the bed and lifted you slightly just so he could slip beneath your head. Your head rested on his thigh. His hand pulled the shirt higher, thumb lightly brushing beneath your breast.

“Focus on him,” Simeon instructed.

“Yeah,” Solomon grunted. His other hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your gaze to fall back to him. “Watch me.”

His fingers continued working you up and up. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as the burning ache of the aphrodisiac was replaced by a new ache for release. You rocked your hips as your breaths grew stuttered.

“That's it,” Solomon murmured, thumb brushing over your sensitive clit. “You’re doing so good.”

The stimulation on your clit along with Simeon’s hand brushing over your pert nipple was enough for you to tip over the edge. You let out a cry around Simeon’s glove when you finally came. Your thighs tensed around Solomon’s hand and your back arched while your hips rode out your high.

“Good girl,” Simeon said, petting your sweat matted hair and he pulled the glove from your mouth. Your pants filled the room. When your breathing evened out he asked, “how are you feeling?”

You swallowed, mouth feeling too dry to speak. The pain was gone; you were relieved. But, something still lingered—desire. You wanted them—closer, deeper.

“I… still need more.”

Hands caressed your sides and helped you sit up. You came face to face with Solomon, who wore a hungry smile on his face.

“Don’t worry; I wasn’t done.”

He maneuvered himself against the headboard of his bed and manhandled you onto his lap. He slipped off his dark turtleneck, exposing his pale chest and sculpted stomach.

You felt his erection press against your core and you couldn’t help but clench, eager to have him inside you.

“Go ahead.” Solomon nodded. “Take what you want.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands reached for the buckle and freed him from his pants easily. You bit down on your lip when you saw his cock, leaking with precum. You wanted a taste, but it’d have to wait—you needed him desperately.

You rose onto your knees, angled him against your opening, and sank. Falling deeper and deeper into a warm enveloping pleasure, you took him easily.

Solomon let out a breathless curse in your ear once you took all of him. His hand found your hips and down to the curve of your ass. “Fuck, you feel good. Now, come on. Ride me.”

You lifted yourself off his cock slowly, savoring the drag of his length sliding through your slick walls, before throwing yourself back down. You moaned, dragging your hands from his stomach to his shoulders to give yourself support as you rode him.

You jolted when another set of hands moved down your side.

“Simeon,” you moaned.

One of his hands trailed your waist, slipping over the curve of your stomach where he could press against the shape of Solomon’s cock inside you, and the other caressed your breasts. His hand moved lower, brushing over your sensitive clit and toyed with it until you were crying his name.

A quick swat on your ass had you yelping.

Solomon tsked, “It’s almost like you’re forgetting who’s cock is in you.”

He took over, thrusting into you with a faster pace than you had set, hitting a spot in you that made the coil in your stomach tighten.

You whimpered, burying your head into his neck, “ngh, ‘m close.”

“Me too.” Solomon’s thrusts were growing stuttered as your cunt continued to clench around him. “Come on; come with me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you came again, your hips half their movement as you let your orgasm ride through you. Solomon wasn’t far behind; after a few more thrusts, he came inside you with a drawn out moan.

You lay limply against his chest, catching your breath.

“Let’s clean you up.”

You were lifted off of Solomon, wincing when you slid off with a wet pop and felt the mix of your releases dripping from you.

Simeon was quick to get you cleaned up in your haze, cleaning between your legs with a damp towel and drying away any sweat.

By the time you came back to your senses, you were being tucked into Solomon’s bed.

“Wait.” You frowned. “What about you?”

Simeon smiled; he pressed an all too sweet lingering kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry about me. You just need to rest.”

Your frown only deepened. You wanted to argue, but your eyelids felt too heavy. Sleep called, almost like a spell had been put over you.

“Good night, my little lamb.”

—

When Lucifer arrived the next morning, expecting to walk you back home after a restful slumber party with the angels, he nearly flew into a rage upon learning you were— ahem —rendered immobile from the night before. It took a few words of reassurance from you to quell his fury, but it was soon directed towards Asmo when he learned about the chocolates.

Lucifer promised he would return the next morning, hoping you’d be rested enough to return to the House of Lamentation, and left, muttering about a punishment for a certain demon when he got back home.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me x reader #solomon x reader #simeon x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons

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jibitzlesscrocs · 2 months ago

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chris sturniolo x reader

warning : suggestive information

referencing the wedding tiktok trend

wedding polaroids

in which, chris gets polaroids of his wife

After what felt like years of Pinterest boards, late-night planning calls, and a million shared photo albums, the day Chris and his fiancée, you — had been dreaming of finally arrived. The wedding was everything the two of you (mostly you) had envisioned: timeless, intimate, and dripping in elegance without being flashy. Just close friends, cherished family, soft music, and a setting kissed by nature.

The theme? Subtle garden romance. Delicate strings of fairy lights twinkled above long wooden tables adorned with soft cream florals, sage green runners, and golden tableware. The venue was tucked away in the hills, just enough distance from the world to feel like your own little universe.

You wore a bridal gown that could only be described as ethereal — form-hugging, delicate lace, elegant with a hint of sultry — just enough to make Chris’s jaw drop when he saw you walk down the aisle. His own outfit was crisp and clean: a sleek black suit and tie, and hair falling just a little messy in the way you always said drove you wild.

The vows? Personal and tear-worthy. You both poured your hearts out in front of everyone, and when Chris slipped the ring on your finger, it felt like the world sighed in contentment. The kiss you shared — long, passionate, full of promise — sealed forever.

But of course, there was one tiny detail Chris didn’t know about…

A few weeks before the big day, you saw a TikTok trend that sparked a devious little idea. A playful challenge. You enlisted your bridesmaids, and together, you shot a few private Polaroids — sultry, cheeky little glimpses meant only for Chris. The plan: deliver them discreetly during the reception to see just how long your new husband could keep it together.

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The reception was buzzing. Guests clinked champagne flutes, laughter danced through the air, and Chris looked like sin in human form — suit jacket off, sleeves rolled, a few buttons undone, collarbones peeking through. His hair was tousled and carefree, that post-ceremony glow making him look like something out of a romantic fever dream.

He was walking around, graciously accepting congratulations from relatives, when your maid of honor slipped the first Polaroid into his hand with a cheeky wink. Chris glanced at it—and froze.

There you were, wearing his favorite black bikini that barely covering anything, kneeling with your head tilted slightly, that soft pout on your lips. The lighting, the pose, the subtle glisten of your skin — it was art. His face flushed crimson instantly. Jaw slack, he pressed the photo to his chest like a lifeline and began scanning the room for you, eyes darting around until he spotted you casually chatting with his grandmother, all innocent and glowing.

He looked back at the photo again, his lips curling into a stunned, crooked grin, eyes full of disbelief and heated affection.

Next came dinner. You sat beside him, both of you enjoying your meal, smiling and toasting with everyone. Then another bridesmaid slid the second photo across the table under a napkin.

This time, it was you in his favorite oversized hoodie — nothing underneath. Your nipples teased through the thin fabric in the photo, and the knowing smirk on your lips said everything. Chris’s breath hitched. He coughed lightly, shoved the picture into his pocket, that seem to have gotten tighter. He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks tinted pink. You pretended not to notice, calmly eating your food, your hand resting on his thigh — supportive… or so he thought.

He leaned in slightly, gripping your thigh now with intention. “You’re evil,” he whispered, biting his lip, his voice shaky.

You just smirked and gave him a playful shrug, locking eyes with your girls across the table who were holding back giggles.

Then, moments before the first dance, the final photo arrived. This time, it was bold.

You sat with your legs spread, wearing his favorite black lace lingerie set — the one that made him lose his mind every single time. The photo angle was suggestive, intimate. One look and Chris’s pupils blew wide. He groaned under his breath, immediately slipping the Polaroid into his jacket. His hand found your waist and yanked you close with a possessiveness that made your breath catch.

As the soft opening chords of your first dance played, he held you tightly in front of him, body pressed flush to yours, angled just so that no one could notice… how much he was affected. You could feel it — thick, hard, and impossible to ignore, pressed right against your upper thigh.

“You have some nerve with those pics, baby…” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly in your ear. “You better know one thing.”

“What’s that?” you whispered back, trying to hide your fluttering heart and heated skin.

Chris leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine tonight. All night.”

You whimpered softly at his words, heart pounding as your fingers gripped the back of his neck, melting into his arms as you swayed together. The world around you blurred — just the two of you, in love, tipsy on champagne and each other.

Then came the kiss.

It wasn’t just a kiss — it was the kiss.

He dipped you slightly as the music swelled, his lips crashing onto yours in a searing, possessive, breathtaking kiss that left you trembling. Tongues tangled slowly, teasing, claiming. His hand tightened at your waist while yours threaded through his hair. The kiss was messy in the best way — a public declaration of the chaos and love brewing between you two.

And as promised, the two of you didn’t sleep at all that night.

The next morning, as sunlight poured through the honeymoon suite, your body ached in all the right ways, and walking? Well… let’s just say the only steps you took were straight back into bed with your husband grinning proudly behind you.

taglist : @courta13

MAI’S STORE

i love seeing this trend on tiktok AHAH lemme know what you think of thisssss

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mwahgo · 2 months ago

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HOT GIRL AND HER LOSER BOYFRIEND

— RE2! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader (Resident Evil)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: Nobody believes the new police rookie is dating a famous, hot model.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.2k

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: TW: Mentions of sexual harassment (if it triggered you, pls scroll), one misogynistic sentence, teasing, fluff, leon being embarrassed, yelling (not from Leon), no outbreak AU

Mwahgo's Notes: Sorry for the constant changes on the style, still trying to find it😭

“Kennedy, you’re 5 minutes late,” Marvin Branagh scolded the young rookie, Leon as he entered inside the Raccoon City police station. The rookie sweatdropped nervously as Marvin sighed before letting him go as Leon sprinted to his desk. A small pile of paper works already sat on his desk as he sighed softly, remembering those were the unfinished felony reports he did yesterday. The atmosphere in the police station is rather usual, the sound of heavy boots walking around the station, the talk between officers about recent cases or the loud ringing of the police cars outside as they patrol the streets of Raccoon City. These sounds are usual for Leon as continues writing down reports when he took a glance on the small frame on the corner of his desk, a picture of his college graduation, Leon smiling and a pretty girl beside him, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. Leon smiled at the memory, graduating with his college sweetheart.

Leon placed his books inside his locker as students walked around the hallways, trying to get to their classes. As he blends in with the students, you walked past by him and it instantly caught his attention, his eyes widening at your beauty as you walked down the halls with confidence. Until you suddenly tripped and fell—well, intentionally tripped and fell as Leon gasped. A group of girls giggled beside you, “That’s what you get for acting like you own the place,” They sneered before walking off.

Leon took the courage to help you up, but you held up your palm before standing up on your own two feet as you dusted off your clothes, “What fucking assholes, they keep picking on me,” You scowled, rolling your eyes.

Leon looked at her with concern, “A-Are you okay?” He asked.

“O-Oh uhh… Yeah, I’m fine,” You answered before pulling out a small mirror from your bag. Leon watched you intently as you observe if your makeup was ruined or smeared but thankfully, you sighed in relief as you placed the mirror back in your bag.

“You said they’ve been picking on you, have you told the professors?” Leon asked as you looked at him, confused.

“Me? Telling the professors?” You scoffed, “I told them multiple times, but they just never gave a fuck. So I just gave up or whatever..” You grumbled as Leon looked at you with sympathy.

“Look, I-I can go and help you. I saw them tripping your foot and insulting you. I can be a witness,” Leon insisted as you shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I can prove to them I still have my confidence,” You turned to him, smirking, “They can’t stop me,” You said before you walked off. Leon blushed at your confidence as he watched you walking down the hallway to your first class. He never seen such natural confidence from someone before, let alone from someone getting picked on. You didn’t let others step on you—bring you down because you know to yourself that you can’t let them have the upper hand and Leon admires you for that.

You and Leon continue to see each other after your first encounter. You have your circle of friends, he has his own circle of friends—but in the end, you both still hangout and study together, visit each other’s dorms and just talk about random things. Feelings have developed—you both knew, and on a random school dance night, he held your hand as you both dance slowly with the melodic song. You stare at each others eyes as Leon leans down and whispered to your ear, “I want to admit something,”

You giggled at his secrecy, “What is it? That you were the one who burned the egg and triggered the fire alarm?” You joked as he laughed along, but turning back to being serious.

“No, but seriously..” He trailed off, “… I wanna tell you that.. I’ve liked you for a while,” He blushed.

Your eyes widened, mouth ajar at his confession, “I was attracted with… How confident you are, you’re selfless and just…” He trailed off, “.. Absolutely amazing,” He grinned.

Your smile couldn’t go any wider as you leaned up and kissed his lips. He let out a muffled gasp until he melted in your lips. You pulled away, blushing, eyes gleaming with happiness, “I’m glad. I like you too, Leon,” You said.

He gasped softly before his lips breaks into a grin before he kisses your forehead out of happiness as he pulls you in a hug while you both continue to dance slowly, together in each other’s embrace.

After your graduation, you moved to a different state to pursue your modeling career and Leon went to Raccoon City to seek out his path as a police. So far, you and Leon are handling the long distance relationship—you often have late night calls, sending each other letters or visit each other’s state but now, you have been very busy because of your schedules and Leon just handles paperwork, patrol around the city and capture bad guys. His cop life isn’t as hectic as your modeling life but you both get to manage to update one another about your job life.

Leon leaned back on his chair before stretching his arms out, already sore from writing out these reports as he gazed outside, thinking about you. You haven’t been sending him updates about what is happening with you, but he trusts your just handling a lot of stuff. The last update that he got was a letter from you—telling him that you have a photoshoot for a magazine and you were so excited. He smiled at remembering that letter, he can sense the excitement in your writing because this is what you like doing, being pretty in front of the camera and showing off your confidence.

“Hey, Kennedy. You on break?” Someone called as Leon turned to see his colleagues. With all the time reminiscing about your relationship, he didn’t notice it was break time already.

“O-Oh yeah, I’m on break,” He answered as he pushed away his work stuff before pulling out his lunch for today, “Say Leon, you’re quite the good looking guy to be a police,” One of his colleagues commented, “You got a girlfriend?” They asked.

Leon’s eyes sparkled when they asked about his relationship status as he grabbed the framed picture and showed it to them, “Yeah and this is her. It’s our graduation picture together,” He pointed at you in the picture.

His colleagues looked at him like he was crazy, I mean, why is he pointing at you, (Y/N), one of the most well known and hottest model ever? Is he nuts? One of them placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and sighed, “We understand you, Leon. Everyone has their own celebrity crushes,”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, confused at their comment, “N-No guys, I’m serious. She’s actually my girlfriend, we met at college and we started dating ever since,” He explained.

They snickered, “Yeah whatever, I don’t think a really famous model would date a cop like you,”

One of them glanced at them, “We never know, maybe she likes a private life? That’s why she dated a non-celebrity?” They questioned.

They continue talking about their speculation on you and Leon’s relationship, if it’s really true or maybe Leon is a lying bastard who wants to impress people with his stories. Leon frowned, but he saw it coming, if he proclaimed to the world that he’s dating you, people might give him the side eye and ignore, maybe even hate him for being so delusional.

“What are you all chatting about?” Marvin’s authoritative voice echoed as he walked over to the group.

“Oh hey, sergeant. We’re just talking about Leon’s ‘relationship’ with (Y/N),” They answered, quoting the “relationship”, “Look, he even has a picture with her,” They took the picture frame from Leon’s desk.

“I’m telling you, man it’s real!” Leon snapped.

Marvin took a good look at the picture frame, examining it, “Well, it doesn’t look edited to me,” He answered.

He was met with groans of disappointment, hoping they can drag Marvin in the teasing as well as the doors of the Raccoon City police station busted open and a woman’s yelling echoed inside, “OH! YOU ARE SO DEAD TO ME LAWYER WHEN HE HEARS THIS!”

The group glanced over as a woman in a pink fur coat, shades over her head and her white heels clack on the tiles. She is accompanied with a timid woman holding some papers and a bodyguard—who is dragging a man with his arms around his back. She approached the front desk with sheer determination, “Hello officer, I would like to report for sexual harassment,” She demanded.

Leon’s eyes widened when he saw the girl, it was you, in your cute, pink outfit as you demanded an officer to file a case. The group of officers listened in with your conversation, “What seems to be the case, Ma’am?” The officer at the front desk asked.

“This man over here just did the most vile thing—he grope my secretary’s butt in broad daylight!” You yelled, pointing an finger at him.

The man scoffed, “Fuck you mean, do you even have fucking proof?” He argued as he struggled under the tight hold of your bodyguard.

“Of course I have proof, I WAS RIGHT BESIDE HER!” You screamed, your voiced boomed inside the police station.

The man rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you women think you’re so great, when all you should do is strip naked and let the guys use you!” He taunted, angrily.

You gasped dramatically at the insult as your palm met his cheek, the loud slap echoed in the police station as your secretary held you back, “Ma’am, please don’t make it worse for you here!”

The group of officers realized the situation is getting heated and they stood up from their seats and assess the problem, “Take this man to the interrogation room, so that we can calm down the situation,” Marvin ordered as they take man to a different room.

“You’re lucky she’s holding me back or else I would’ve beat you up!” You yelled, angrily as you hastily fixed your fur coat, “And you on the other hand, why won’t you let me report him? He groped you in the middle of the street where everyone can see,” You scolded your secretary as she looked down to the floor, ashamed.

“Ma’am, we’ll take you to the interrogation room if you can please calm down,” Marvin said

You sighed as you fixed yourself, “I’m fine, just do something about that man. He can’t be let out in the streets,” You demanded as Marvin nodded.

You glanced around and saw a familiar blonde hair and blue eyes as you gasped excitedly, “OH MY GOD! MY BABY!”

Quickly, you ran up to Leon and jumped in his embrace—your legs wrapped around his torso as you littered kisses all over his face, your lipstick imprinting kiss marks on his cheeks, “Hi baby, how are you? I’m so sorry I haven’t been sending you anything, I was just so busy and…” You started ranting about your hectic schedule as Leon looked around and the police officers stood there in shock on how affectionate you are with him.

“Uhm.. Baby, I hate to say this but you’re still in the station,” You looked at him confusedly and realized. Your eyes widened as you got off his embrace and blushed shyly, “I’m so sorry. We haven’t seen each other for a while,”

They all dismissed the situation but they still couldn’t believe it—their rookie cop, Leon is actually dating you, a famous and hot model. You were everyone’s icon for fashion and everyone admire you because of your beauty alone, and yet your here, flirting with Leon.

“Had you have your lunch, baby?” You questioned.

Leon scratched his head, “Well… I had a small lunch but—” as soon as he answered that you cut him off.

“That can’t be! You should be full so that you can work properly!” You exclaimed, “How about we have lunch to that restaurant downtown?” You grinned.

Leon sheepishly blushed, “R-Right now?! But—” You turned away to call your secretary.

“Can you cancel all of my plans for today? I wanna spend some time with my boyfriend,” You ordered.

She looked at you in shock, “Wh-What?! But you have an interview at 2,” She reminded, flipping through the clipboard.

You rolled your eyes, “And? I wanna spend time with my boyfriend instead of some boring interview,” You whined.

She gave you a look before sighing, “You are the boss” she mumbled under her breathe as she started crossing out every plan.

You giggled before dragging Leon by his arm, on the way out of the police station, “This is gonna be so exciting, I miss you so much,” You leaned up to kiss his lips.

Leon chuckled as he kisses you back, “I miss you too,” He grinned as you both walked to the downtown restaurant, finally together in each other’s arms.

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JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAY

NATTY X EUNBI X READER

TAGS: BOOBJOB, INCEST

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At the Christmas party, you introduce your girlfriend to your relatives. “I’m happy to introduce, My girlfriend, Natty.” Everyone is happy to meet her beside your one cousin. She doesn’t like the attention that the new girl has been receiving. It also annoys her that Natty’s boobs could compete with hers. Eunbi is determined to get back that attention and prove that she’s still the prettiest woman in your family.

“Cheers!” Your family shared boozes all throughout the night. Eunbi sits beside your girlfriend, seemingly to get to know her. “Where did you meet?” How did you make my cousin fall in love with you?” “Are you always that pretty?” She asks her some personal questions, looking for a hole she could dig in more. Natty answers politely not knowing her true intentions. You smile as your girlfriend is getting along well with your family.

The two ladies are wearing Santa Clause theme dresses with your girlfriend showing more skin. At first, you are worried that her dress might be too short for a good first impression but knowing your girlfriend, she showed less with this dress than her usual clothing. Your cousin wears a more comfortable outfit with a big belt on her waist that makes her boobs pop out more. She’s also wearing a reindeer antler headpiece. Her plump red lips balance out her cute but sexy outfit.

“Has the party already started?” You received a call from your male cousin. “Damn, we’ll be late. We haven’t bought any gifts yet. I brought my girlfriend with me. I’ll introduce her to everyone later!” He said excitedly. You have a close relationship with your cousin as you grew up together in the same neighborhood. “Come to your room,” you wander as you receive a text message from your girlfriend.

Opening the door, you saw Natty and Eunbi in your room. Eunbi is sitting in your study chair while your girlfriend is on the edge of the bed. The two looked like they were having a great time with one another while they both held an empty glass of booze. “Close the door! We’re having a girl talk!” Your cousin shouted, evident of her intoxication. Natty giggles seeing your cousin’s loud manner. You slowly close the door before you sit beside your girlfriend.

“Well, what are the two of you talking about?” You smile while looking at both of them. “You idiot, you took her virginity!” Eunbi stands up, acting like she’s about to swing on you. You lay back in the bed trying to dodge her swing. “How did you know!” You shouted nervously. “She told me, you dumbass!” Eunbi said right before her body stopped advancing. The two girls shared a laugh seeing your nervous face. “She asked me whether you’re good in bed, I said I have no one to compare to as you are my first time with everything.” Natty says so innocently.

“I bet he forced you to do it.” Eunbi said mockingly, sarcastically side-eyeing you. “No, no, it just… happened.” Your girlfriend defended you. She explains that the two of you are alone in her house. “A kiss led into a make out, a make out led into… something.” Natty's voice goes quieter by the word as she still felt embarrassed about sharing this kind of information. Eunbi exhibits a sincere interest about the girl that she can’t help but to tell her what she’s asking about.

“Why are you even asking these questions?” You look at Eunbi, perplexed not knowing what’s going on. “I just want to get to know your girlfriend.” Your cousin gives a drunk wild smile. She hides her evil intentions with her smile. She wants to know your girlfriend’s past or weakness that she can use against her. In her eyes, Natty is a treat to her. She acknowledges that your girlfriend has the “tools” to bump her off the family’s prettiest girl status. As petty as it sounds. Eunbi takes pride in being the prettiest person in the room. Not caring about dragging anyone down to keep that status for herself.

Natty does not see what your cousin is about. Your girlfriend is just happy that someone in your family is willing to take time to get to know her even if she’s asking her some awkward personal questions. “I like Natty!” Eunbi adds up. Your girlfriend heard that as her heart fluttered. “Thank you, Eunbi!” Your girlfriend stands up to give your cousin a hug. “Let’s exchange socials!” Your cousin said. She wants to know “more” about your girlfriend.

You can’t hide your smile. You are not close with Eunbi but you are also glad that someone is willing to put in time to welcome your girlfriend. “After you exchange socials, let’s go downstairs.” You said to both of them but they are too busy to hear you. Eunbi is stalking through Natty’s account. “You look so pretty!” Your cousin said to her. Natty shifts the compliment to you. She said that you are the one who took the photo and you know how to find the right angle. It’s not that hard to find a good angle with Natty as she is pretty in all directions.

Eunbi gives an empty smile. She tries to hide her jealousy. She notices Natty’s pretty face and big boob in that photo which validates her worries. “No way, he took that photo!” Eunbi sarcastically teases you again. “I’m good at taking pictures!” You blurted back. The three of you shared a light chuckle. The two girls are now seated back on the edge of the bed, continuing to surf to your girlfriend's socials.

“I’ll go downstairs, you two can take your time” you said before you stood up. “Wait!” Eunbi's loud drunk voice stops you. “Help me teach your girlfriend.” She adds. “Teach what?” You look at them directly. “Natty said she’s not that confident in bed,” Eunbi said. “What?!” You look flabbergasted by what you just heard. “We already talked about this. She will show me her skills and I’ll guide through it.” She wrapped her arms around your girlfriend.

“I-I don’t know if I’m doing good enough. Eunbi promised to help me.” Natty smiles awkwardly, unsure if this is the right thing to do. Your cousin found out that she is still an amateur in bed. She has no prior experience before meeting you, thus having a confidence issue whether she’s on par with other girls. Eunbi assures her that what she feels is completely normal and it’s not wrong to talk about sex related things. In reality, Eunbi wants to expose her inexperience and proof to her that she is indeed superior in every way.

They instructed you to sit again on the edge of the bed. The two girls are kneeled in front of you. Natty pulls down your pants leaving only your underwear. “Go on,” Eunbi said. Natty swiftly touches your cock over your underwear. She saw how fast it got hard just by the touch of your girlfriend. She pulls down your underwear as your hard cock springs back up. This will be the first time that your cousin has seen your cock, and she’s looking a little bit too long on it.

“You said you wanted to learn how to do boobjob, right? Show me how you do it first.” Eunbi instructed your girlfriend. Natty pulls down her dress down to her waist to reveal her boobs with only nipple tapes covering it which she peels off slowly. Your girlfriend’s perky boobs are now out. She has well shaped boobs that make it look more big in certain angles. Her perky nipples also compliments her attractive pair of mounds.

Natty gives your cock a few strokes before putting the tip in her mouth. She sucks your cock slowly, sinking her head deeper into your shaft. Your cock is now lubricated with her saliva. She put your cock in between her boobs and pressed them against it. Natty’s round boobs are being pressed inward to hug your cock tighter. Your girlfriend is holding her boobs and moving it up and down to please your cock.

Natty looks at you intently, waiting for your reaction. This is not the first time that she gives a boob job but she is definitely more eager to please you in front of Eunbi. Her warm boobs that are suffocating your cock made you groan. She catches the tip of your cock that is wiggling in front of her mouth. She sucks your tip again while her boobs are pleasing your shaft. The sight of your girlfriend giving you a boobjob makes you feel weak. You pat her head, gesturing that she’s doing a great job.

Eunbi looks furious but she catches herself and maintains her wide smile. She doesn’t think Natty is doing anything special that warrants how pleasured you’re showing. Eunbi tells your girlfriend that she’s doing good hiding her real feelings. Your cousin would like to take her turn to show you what a great boobjob is. She thought that you haven’t received a good boobjob yet, that's why you are easily impressed.

Eunbi taps Natty’s shoulder, signaling her turn. The younger girl quickly obliged and moved aside. “Can we do this? You’re my cousin.” You said quietly, not wanting anyone to hear it. “It’s just a boobjob, it’s not like we are going to fuck.” Eunbi smirks as she answers you in a sarcastic tone. You look at your girlfriend for approval and she quickly nods her head. It’s Eunbi’s turn to reveal her boobs. She slowly unbuckles her waist belt, creating a tension between the two of you.

Your cousin slowly unbuttoned her top, letting it drop over her shoulder. Eunbi is wearing lingerie that perfectly encapsulates her big boobs. She continues her slow movement as she removes her bra while making eye contact with you. She throws her bra to the floor, still not breaking eye contact. She finally reaches for your cock. Your hard cock twitched in anticipation as you felt your cousin’s touch for the first time. She holds your shaft and taps the tip of your cock in her big soft boobs.

Eunbi makes sure to poke her nipples using your cock. Making you feel her hard nipples on your tip. This surprising sensation turns you on even more. She continues to poke her boobs with your cock making the tip almost disappear with how big her boobs are. Eunbi’s boobs are soft and massive. Her mounds can trigger any mens imagination on what they would do if they can get a hold of them. She knows how much men fantasize about her boobs and are willing to use it to her advantage.

Your cousin directs your hard cock closer to her mouth. She put her tongue out and tapped the tip of your cock in her stretched out tongue. Natty is looking carefully at how she creates anticipation. She definitely wants to learn how to make and use tension. Eunbi holds your cock still and moves her tongue around your tip. She makes sure that her tongue trails all the sides of your tip. She moves her head to the side as she slowly drags her tongue down to your shaft. Licking it from your tip to your balls.

You catch yourself moaning when Eunbi focuses her tongue on your balls. You tried not to moan loud as someone might hear you. The look of distress in your face as you hold your moan made Eunbi smirk. She raises her boobs up to catch your lubricated cock in between them. Your cousin doesn’t press them inward like your girlfriend just did. She holds her boobs up making sure that she covers all sides of your cock. She wants you to feel how her boobs grace upon your cock.

The look of your cock disappears and reappears as Eunbi moves her boobs and makes your cock throbs. You are attracted to your girlfriend but what Eunbi is doing makes you forget that you even have one. You are not surprised that she knows how to use her massive boobs. You don’t want to admit it because she is your cousin but every time you get to see her boobs. You can’t help but to fantasize about what you want to do with the two mounds.

It’s been a moment but Eunbi continues to use her boobs to please your cock. She loves seeing your reaction, she feels validated that she is still the best girl in the family. Natty feels something is off. She didn’t like how much Eunbi enjoys giving you a boobjob. She taps her shoulder multiple times to suggest it’s her turn now. Eunbi finally got out of trance and let Natty take your cock. It’s now your girlfriend's chance to do what she just saw.

Natty holds her both boobs, caressing them in front of you. She squeezes her round boobs slowly, making sure you see how her small hands are pressed against her boobs. You tried to reach for your cock to stroke it yourself. You can’t wait any longer as your girlfriend is giving you a nice show. She lightly slaps your hand away before holding your shaft. She put your cock in her mouth swiftly before struggling to put it all in. Natty wants to deepthroat your cock to lubricate it. Halfway through your shaft. She is still struggling to go any deeper.

She forces herself to suck all of it as she now sees this as a competition. Natty felt her nose touch your lower abs as she finally released your now drench cock. After catching her breath, your girlfriend pins your cock again in between her boobs but this time following Eunbi’s method. She made sure to use her boobs to cover your cock and not press on it hard. She might be an amateur but you love it because she’s your girlfriend.

Natty’s gaze turns you on as your girlfriend is pleasuring you using her big round boobs. She smiled when she felt your cock twitching in between her boobs. She fastened her rhythm “Cum on me,” Natty said. She didn’t need to do too much as Eunbi already made you close to your climax. “Aghhh,” Natty was surprised by how suddenly you exploded onto her. Hot strings of cum cover your girlfriend’s face.

Eunbi looks furious, she didn’t like that you finished on Natty instead of her. She stands up to go completely naked. You and Natty look at each other confused. Eunbi will do anything to prove she’s better.

Meanwhile downstairs, your other cousin arrives with her girlfriend.

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