#how to score best marks

[semanticlp]

Bro, I Scored 60 in 30 Mins. No Cap.

Alright bro/sis/bestie—whatever you vibe with—lemme tell you straight:I didn’t pull 60 marks in 30 minutes ‘cause I’m a genius.I’m as average as they come. The secret? I stopped trying to become “perfect” and started playing it smart. So picture this:I’m in the exam hall. Everyone’s face = panic mode. Meanwhile, I’m just like “Okay, time to finesse this paper.” And no, I wasn’t prepped for…

[rafeslvbug]

how reader humbled nfl!rafe…

(when they were eighteen)

you wrapped your zipper around you tighter, tucking your hair behind your ears as it whipped across your face. lip bitten in anxiousness, standing to the side as you watched rafe compete others in drills.

he’d been scouted at one of his recent games, for a big team who needed a younger player, needed a capable quarterback. now he was on day two of relentless drills, a table off to the left being drafted of different times. he’d come up top on most, the 40 yard dash, vertical jump and whatnot, and you could see it in the way he moved, the way he laughed when other players got a lesser score than him.

it was getting to his head.

you couldn’t interrupt him now, but you knew one or two things. tomorrow were psychological evaluations : interviews to test his qualities and character. currently, you had a feeling his character would be quite negative - no one liked a cocky player.

spotting an assessor standing not too far from you, you discreetly shuffle your way around the area to him, standing next to him for the briefest moments before you broke into your sweetest smile. “hi,” you greeted, giving him a little side wave. glancing at you, awkwardly repeating your gesture the assessor greeted you in return, before returning to his clipboard and fixating his eyes on the players before him.

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, biting the inside of your cheek as you said, “some of these players are really good, huh?”

the assessor only nodded.

“uhm, i was just wondering…what’d you think of cameron? number 11?” you asked, clarifying with a timid point of your finger. the assessor raises one eyebrow at you, like he’s questioning why he should divulge that information to you.

you have a feeling it won’t help your cause, in fact, you’re sure it will worsen it as you answer with, “he’s my boyfriend…”

shaking his head, the assessor sighs and mumbles, “can’t tell you, look at the board, see for yourself.”

pursing your lips together, you internally groan - you’ve already seen the board. it’s all you’ve watched as rafe’s name’s been marked up at the top of each and every event. the stats are not what you want. “okay but don’t you think he’s a bit cocky? you can tell me that right?” you ask, turning to face him now, arms over your chest and bit more insistent.

the assessor says something to another man on the side, facing you when he inquires, “you sure he’s your boyfriend?”

momentarily stunned at his question, you fiercely nod your head. “yes! it’s just..he’s worked hard for this and i don’t want him to blow it all away because of his ego! you see, our high school wasn’t that known, and there wasn’t much competition, so his ego kind of had room to grow, and here it’s not really helping and i was just thinking if there’s anyway i could maybe help-” your ramblings are cut off when the assessor all but yells at you to stop.

“okay! okay! here’s what i think: your boy has everything every assessor is looking for, but if i was hiring someone - and i’m not saying anything - but if i was, i would rather the second best if he’s got the mindset to grow, over the best if he already thinks he’s the best.” the assessor gives you a slow nod as your worst fears are confirmed, and he turns back to the players who’ve begun their break.

“thank you!” you exclaim before running off to the edge where rafe’s coming off. he’s taking off his helmet, widest grin on his face, and expecting you to hug him as you usually do. but when your hands hit his chest and he stumbles back, he’s suddenly very confused.

“what was that for?” he asks, hands palm up, looking at you with bewilderment as your arms are crossed over your chest.

“for being cocky!” you say sternly, deciding that you would not let rafe blow his shot.

“cocky? sweetheart, come on! it’s not cocky, i’m just better!” he defends, pulling a face when he realises that what he said is no better, and your eyes have just widened because he’s proven your point.

“see! no, rafe! ugh! these people, are just as good as you, or they’re close, okay?” you turn him towards the board, pointing as if to show him the boys who are under him on the table, close behind. “they can catch up! they want it as bad as you do, if you spend so much time in your head you won’t get any better, you’ll let them catch up because you think you know everything there is!”

he almost looks offended, being scolded by his girlfriend during try outs. but he stays silent, not like he was even given an opportunity to speak during your lecture.

“and imagine when we get married!” you gasp, the depth of him becoming an arrogant, and hated player dawning on you. rafe can’t help the smile that spreads on his face when you say ‘when’, but he tries to contain it after you lightly swat his arm.

“imagine everyone hates you because you’re so cocky and then they hate me! i won’t have them hating me rafe, or our kids! do you understand?” you demand of him, pointing a finger in his face. rafe’s fully grinning, the mention of marriage and kids putting him in a better mood.

“yes ma’am,” he mocks, although he’s taken you quite seriously, darting his head forward to playfully try and bite your finger before you retract it with a scowl.

“rafe..” you warn, worried he isn’t listening properly.

“no cockiness! respect the other players! be a good sportsman!” he summarises, holding his hands up in mock surrender, helmet clutched in his right hand. he leans his head down, dimpled smile on his face as he asks, “can i get my kiss now, luck?”

you snatch his helmet from his hand, shoving it over his head with an ill-contained grin. “only when you get on the team,” you promise through slips of laughter, watching him groan and walk away, back to the other players.

later on, when you lock eyes with the assessor, he gives you a slow and subtle nod, as if to say rafe’s behaviour is better now. and you only look forward, watching your boyfriend who you know is going to be a star one day.

[skeweus-archive]

Accidental Charisma?!

Char. - Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Heizou, Kaveh, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao and Zhongli

During Highschool your bound to meet some memorable peers, you just so happen to have meet quite a few. They all seem bewitched by you but why aren't your noticing!?

Word Count: 6k ( about 500 words each )

Fluff, crack, all pining, No established relationships. Highschool AU.

GN!Reader

A/N; Procrastination goes crazy I've been writing this since 2023 😭

Albedo

‘ Oh? Sure go ahead, please sit. ’

- library lovers

- LIBRARY LOVERS

- It was just your luck that during your final exam season the library was full.

- You had no other option but to ask the beige haired boy near the back of the library to sit next to him.

- When you asked him he said yes as he looked at you in an unnoticeable trance.

- You sat down next to him and opened your laptop ready to do some hard work. But who actually studies lmao, so after five minutes you decided to look over at the computer of the beige haired boy.

- When you look at his laptop it's just rows of science opportunity offers

- huh…. Turns out he must be quite the science prodigy.

- You were most certainly flabbergasted as he slightly smirked at you

- ever since that interaction he would always sit next to you at the library and so a blossoming relationship began.

- Surprisingly the more you got to know albedo the more you realised that he is quite a tease.

- Behind his calm, cool face is a string of words ready to charm you.

- But he’s not the only one who can tease!!!!

- You're unknowingly very good at capturing his heart.

- The way your eyes focus on your laptop (or his), the silly words that you say, the way that your touch his should oh he could go on.

- He’s enchanted!! You've stolen his heart and he doesn't want it back.

- Albedo finds himself eagerly awaiting your next meeting together but he doesn't know why!

- It’s a great surprise to him when he sees your face at the library and he’s nearly sprinting to the seat next to you.

- He was the one who asked to exchange contacts with you, whilst you just thought it was a simple question he proposed in light conversation but you don't know the countless thoughts he’s had on how to ask you.

- Despite all of this it took him a while to realise what his feelings meant.

- Why did his heart skip a beat when you greet him, why did his knees feel weak when your hands brushed. Why did his heart ache when you left his sight????

- Then albedo was hit with it, he had a crush on you.

- Without a doubt Albedo is one of the top students in the science department

- So when he kindly offers to help you raise your science grades, who are you to say no??

- It turns out to be the smartest thing you've ever said yes to as your science grades went from a C to full on As!!!

- Each moment he spends teaching you pieces of content and watching you connecting the dots is one that he enjoys

- If he can’t see you in person before a test, Albedo definitely sends you a text wishing you good luck and maybe try to slip a casual cafe hangout to celebrate your efforts.

- So after all that hard work, seeing your joyful face as you present your science test with near full marks warms his heart.

- While his heart is filled with warmth when you present your results, he’s pretty sure his heart actually stopped when you gave him a hug.

- The warmth that envelops his heart when he feels you close makes him blank out, but it's his turn to pull out the moves though.

‘ [ name ], do you want to go see a movie together to celebrate your test? ’

Al Haitham

‘ 98? good job. I got 99. ’

- Whilst you're not the best at science you're pretty good at other subjects but the one person in the way is your academic rival Al Haitham.

- After all this effort to get to the top Al Haitham always score 1 or 2 points higher

- And it gets on your last nerve!

- However Al Haitham just loves seeing you all fired up and angry at him and just adores your pout as you declare that you’ll beat him the next test

- And of course he’ll entertain your declarations of war with a slight smirk plastered across his face.

- But what is a competition without a prize? Al Haitham likes to get a little favour from you if he wins ( which when given an incentive of course he will try his best )

- And whilst you’d think it’d be something embarrassing or something that would be fun but no, all Al Haitham wants is to study together with you.

- Personally he prefers to study at cafes because it makes him feel calmer knowing that your eating

- and has a guilty pleasure of feeding you food.

- Please let him feed you some cake, he won the deal so you have to agree!

- Plus when he feeds you a sweet treat he can enjoy your flustered face as old women coo as that cute couple ( you guys ) at table 12.

- and pleaseee don’t look away, He needs to savour that shy look in your eyes

- As your relationship progress more, you come to realise how he isn't as much of a jerk you though he was

- He may just come off as an arrogant and self centred guy but he's actually super attentive to others and helps out a lot of people.

- Although this may not be true for others Al Haitham will always have a soft spot for you.

- It’s simple stuff like when you both are studying together and he notices you push yourself too much he'll stop you.

- Or when he sees you nervous before a test he’ll come over and tease you if it’s a good distraction for you

- Al haitham thoroughly enjoys your presence and always finds himself looking for you in a crowd.

- You're ingrained into his routine every step of the way. Wake up, deal with kaveh, see you and then whatever after.

- He always finds himself seeing you in whatever he does without even realising it. His spoon seems particularly shiny today, just like your hair. It was so soft and shiny when he saw you today and when you turned arou- oh crap he’s doing it again.

- He also starts to try and learn more about your interests instead of reading books about academics that are hard to wrap your head around he starts reading books that are related to your interests.

- The history of how your interest came to be, what your interest is, the basics. Anything to learn more and get to know you better!

- If he can sneak in little facts or trinkets to show that he invested in your likes then he considered that day a win.

- He likes impressing you and enjoys being around you and that intensified the moment he realised he was in love with you.

- it was over for him once you laid your head against his shoulder.

“ Oh crap. ”

Ayato

‘ Well then, want to head down to the boba shop today? ’

- The charming school prince

- This man has an entire fan club dedicated to him.

- Ayato is known for his charming personality that seems untouchable from afar. His soft, pale skin, his alluring eyes that entice everyone in, his general vibe and presence just attracts everyone in a room.

- He’s even well liked because of how wealthy he is.

- You personally don't even clearly remember how you became friends with Kamisato Ayato

- One thing led to another during some after school cleaning and now you Ayato call you guys buddies.

- He enjoys teasing you about the littlest things, whether it’s your choice of drink or a little quirk of yours. He just enjoys making fun little quips about it.

- You're just so done with him and his teasing but he'll never stop. No, he enjoys it too much.

- Sometimes his teasing is borderline flirting and he’ll constantly push you to the edge ( never too far or to a point where your boundaries are crossed though )

- Ayato enjoys being around you because you arent chasing him or staring at him with hearts in your eyes. It feels so refreshing knowing he can be himself without you squealing and fangirling about his every little action.

- From a young age Ayato has always been admired and adored by those around him so meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.

- So when he realised his feelings for you he could enjoy that feeling of the chase to gain your love.

- On the weekends or after school ( really anytime he can convince you to go ) he likes to take you to his favourite boba store down the street from school.

- Of course he’ll cover the bill because that's the gentlemanly thing to do!

- The kind old lady at the front always give him a 50% discount though ( and that might be because his family does own the entire chain but don’t worry about that )

- When you both sit down and if Ayato decides that he doesn't want to tease you as much today he company is extra nice and can lead to some pretty deep conversations.

- and of course he’ll walk you home after you two drink some boba and have a nice little chat

- He could call his driver and have him come drop you guys off but he doesn’t want to seem pretentious to you.

- Plus it’s nice creating new memories with things you see on the walk back to your place.

- Whilst hanging out with Ayato there is almost one thing that consistently happens

- One poor girl decides to take her shot at confessing to the elusive and charming school prince

- Whether he’s handed a letter or pulled to the side, he’s got confessions coming for left and right.

- For those who make the endeavour to ask him directly they will sadly be met with a hard no.

- And for those who dare to ask him why not might be met with a charming Ayato saying he’s waiting for someone else to fall for him.

- And of course he’ll come back to your lunch spot all smiles and his usual demeanor

- And whilst although you’ve never consider Ayato as someone who you’d have a crush on, some others see your friendship in a different light.

- I mean why do you get the privilege to hang around Ayato when it should be them!

- Anyone daring to comment on it to your face can try but will definitely be served with a notice of expulsion.

- you don't need to know though, if it's to preserve your friendship Ayato will go to great lengths.

“ How rude of them, don't let it get to you. Want to go get some Boba? “

Childe

‘ [nameeeee] can you help me bandage up my arm? ’

- Your local bad boy delinquent

- One day you were walking home and you just happen see this guy from your school half awake and bleeding

- Of course being the good person you are you help him out, putting some bandages to the places that look like it needed it the most and wiping the blood off his face with some wipes.

- From the moment he could see you clearly he was starstruck and looked like he saw an angel.

- Even though you happened to be wearing a facemask that day, Childe asked around and happened to find out your identity.

- And so he has now dubbed you his nurse and comes to you whenever he's injured.

- Because of his frequent injuries you have now resorted to keeping a first aid kit on you stocked with everything that you could possibly need.

- You could become a nurse at this point!

- If he can he will definitely join you for lunch and as a thank you he will buy you overpriced canteen food or will bring his own fancy food that you didn't even know he could afford.

- And on the days he’s not having lunch with you, he's typically beating up people, serving detention or hanging out with this gang who he says are called the Fatui or something.

- Childe likes to impress you and thinks that his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R Motorbike will definitely catch your eye ;) he spent a lot of money on it and it has a nice sound to it. ( why aren't you going ‘ wow childe you so awesome and cool! ’ ?!! )

- Another way he tries to impress you is by taking you on random outings dates in his eyes.

- Bowling, Laser Tag, PaintBall, Arcades, anything where he can show you just how talented he is!

- Yeah sure he only got 2 strikes the entire time and it took him 8 tries to get you that plushie but still he was really good at laser tag and paintball!!!

- Childe genuinely knows that you are a good person and wants to introduce you to his family.

- He just knows that his younger siblings will love you and that his older siblings and parents will like you as well. ( He knows he’s a rowdy kid and you’ve helped him calm down alot )

- He would definitely invite you over for a sleepover and just wants you to have a good time!

- He definitely helps his mum cook dinner the night you come over and tries his hardest to make the best Borscht he can.

- Although he intends to just spend the night chilling with you, his siblings have stolen you and you’d somehow be roped into seeing Teucer’s ruin guard plushie collection!

- Childe is an extremely loyal guy and would go to great lengths to protect your friendship together. He knows that hanging around you might affect your reputation but it’s that selfish part of him that wants to hang around you.

- But if people ever talk bad about you he will not hesitate to go have a little ‘ chat ’ with them and tell them not to mess with you.

- He will just casually drop ‘ need me to beat anyone up for you? ’

- He does want to get to know more about you and your interest so he got the genius idea to take you on a shopping spree to learn more about you.

- And don’t worry about paying, he's got it covered!

“ Don't worry about looking at the prices I've got it covered ;) “

Cyno

“ Nice TCG deck, wanna play? “

- A school athlete that a lot of people get along well with

- He seems like a scary guy and that scares a lot of people away from trying to talk to him but he’s actually a pretty chill guy.

- He has a few friends like Tighnari, Kaveh and Al Haitham but still people don’t see him as a super friendly person.

- The way you met him was actually kinda silly. You were going to a TGC convention and faced off in a match. Whilst you didn't beat him ( who could ever ) he was very impressed by your playing skills.

- The two of you striked up a conversation and ended up getting along really well.

- You both exchanged numbers and hung out alot together.

- Whether it was practicing your TGC skills or something else Cyno and you just clicked really well.

- You didn’t even realise he went to your school until one day you were walking in the halls and saw him.

- Of course after the initial shock wore off you went up to him and just hit him with a million questions.

- After he answered all of your questions ( he’s patient with you so he’ll listen to everything you have to say ) he offered to walk you to your next class.

- The two of you walked to your classroom whilst oblivious and dense you giggled at Cyno’s ‘ jokes ’ unaware of the people shocked at the two of you.

- By the time you had gotten to your classroom and waved Cyno goodbye, you’re met with multiple people surrounding you asking how in hell you’re able to talk to Cyno so casually.

- you didn't know you went to the same school until you saw him in the halls

- you went up to him and struck up a chat as he offered to walk you to your classroom ( giggles you guys... GIGGLES [ what am I on..] )

- you didn't know how popular Cyno was until once you came into class some of your classmates you know better interrogated you on how you know Cyno.

- That was pretty difficult to explain haha

- Cyno is a bit of a dork when it comes to hanging around you but he knows you won’t judge him so he’s glad that he can be himself around you.

- It could be a 2 hour rant about a new TCG card deck or going to an event about one of his interests and Cyno goes weak in the knees knowing that you’ll join him.

- Whenever you're playing in a TCG competition together Cyno insists that the two of you sign up as a duo.

- Because there’s no one better than you to be his TCG partner!!

- He definitely saves up to get you some fancy cards and sleeves because he’s like that <3

- When it comes to his sporting world he wants you to be a part of it!

- He’ll invite you to his games ( please say yes or else he’ll be sad all day ) and you secretly dedicate his next shot to you. He’s glad he didn't say it outloud though because he missed…

- if you want to borrow his jersey he's happy to hand it over!

- He knows you've got some admirers out there so he's gotta let people know to back off.

- He'll also invite you to his practices and say that if you want to have Cyno try hard in practice, inviting you to come is key.

- But of course on the walk home he’ll give you her jacket because it’s cold out here!

“ You can keep the jacket, just make sure your warm “

Heizou

“ Come on partner, we've got to solve the mystery! “

- The self proclaimed best detective of the 21st century

- Heizou believes that it must some higher being above that allowed the both of you to meet, because from the moment Heizou’s eyes rested upon you he thought he saw an angel

- He thanks the world that some idiot ( Kaveh ) lost his book because now he could go up and ask if you’ve seen it.

- And when you smiled slightly and offered to help him find the book, goodness you're pretty and kind?! You're just perfect.

- Well from the moment the two you found that book, Heizou officially declared you his fellow detective partner

- He's very attentive to your reactions and even if you conceal how you feel he can read you like an open book.

- Because of this skill, it allows him to be responsive to your needs and feelings.

- He’s always doing things that will make you happy and excite you. If you mention that you want a cute keychain you bet that he’ll line up for 2 hours just so he can get it for you, and hey look he’s got a matching one!

- As well as that he’s a really caring guy and always just happens to have exactly what you need. Got a cut on your finger? Here's a bandage! Feeling thirsty? He has an extra bottle of water so drink up!

- He also always brings you snacks for whenever you're out and about with him and they will always be your favorites so really you just walk out with nothing on your person and Heizou would have everything you need.

- Heizou loves to spend time with you but you're always so busy :( so he has to get your contact so he can text you all the time!

- He loves sending you funny memes or just selfies of his day ^.^

- He’ll send you selfies of whatever he’s doing whether that's what he’s eating, a picture of him or just something funny, your phone never lacks notifications from Heizou.

- Heizou also likes to facetime you so he can see your beautiful face and hear your gorgeous voice gently chide him.

- Although he is mindful that you need to sleep, there’s just some nights where he can resist it and has to call you.

- He’ll try to be more chill and keep his energy down but he’s a very happy guy whenever he’s around you.

- Heizou loves spending time with you and listening to you talk and what better way to spend time with you then doing some good old detective work?

- He loves helping you grow your investigative skills and making memories with you.

- Because being a detective means going out and about, going to new places and spending time with you.

- Though there is a downside for poor Heizou.

- Because you're such an enchanting beauty and of course everyone else can see that. He has to watch other guys try and shoot their shots! He’s playing the long con ok?

- He’s a lucky guy though because you always reject these unworthy boys.

- But besides that a detective day out means he gets to treat you to a nice meal and pick up some little trinkets on the way

“ You should hang out with me more [ name ], these other guys aren't as entertaining! ”

Kaveh

“ What would I do with you [ name]?? ”

- The MOST disorganized man on the planet

- seriously! 

- The two of you guys met because he dropped all of his books and papers on the floor and you helped him pick it all up.

- The poor guy had dark eyebags and he just looked done with everything. You couldn't help but feel pity for the poor guy and offered to help him carry his stuff and since then you've hit it off.

- Kaveh is in need of someone to help him out and you're the best option! You help him study, you remind him to eat and you cheer him on!

- Kaveh is so grateful for you and genuinely doesn't think he could move forward without your help.

- He doesn't know how to repay your kindness to him but despite him being piss poor, he’ll try to treat you whenever he can. He’ll save up from his part time job so that he can take you to a fancy ramen place down the street.

- He’ll tell you to pick whatever you want and he’ll even treat you to a fancy dessert!

- It makes him glad knowing that he can at least treat you to a nice meal even if it’s not close enough to expressing his gratitude.

- Aside from fancy food places though, Kaveh always knows the best spots and places to have a good time!

- So when the both of you are free on the weekends Kaveh will take you to a fun weekly music performance from a place called the Zubayr Theater. 

- It’s a delightful time talking about just anything whilst having beautiful music in the background.

-  Kaveh is a really smart student and is really good when it comes to art. 

- When he can’t concentrate on drawing his buildings for a project he’s working on, he finds himself opening up one of his sketchbooks that has a bunch of drawings of you.

- You're just such a beauty that Kaveh wants to remember your face. Etch it into his mind. You are his muse and will always be his muse.

- The one issue when it comes to his personal life is his roommate Al Haitham. He’s so annoying and is apparently also friends with you! 

- Kaveh didn't even know Al Haitham was able to form friendships with other people. But because of his stupid roommate he can’t invite you over to show you all of his designs because he can’t let Al Haitham annoy you or even worse steal you for himself!

- Despite being horrendous at taking care of himself, Kaveh is surprisingly good at taking care of other people.

- He did it for his mother for a while and he helped out at the retirement village down the street when he was younger. 

- So when you come down with something Kaveh is faithfully by your side ready to help cure you.

- He’s got a med kit by his side ( he got the idea from your medkit ) just in case you need some painkillers, he’s got a cooling cloth on your head being changed out 24/7, he got some ingredients for soup that he’ll get started on soon and just anything he can think of that would be helpful for you.

“ No, no, no, don't get up!! You're always taking care of me so let me take care of you for once. ”

Kazuha

“ Want me to share my notes with you? Don't worry I've got you covered :) ”

- Even though you only share your english class with him he has quickly become one of your good friends ( he hopes to be more than friends though )

- During your classes if you every get bored you'll find a cute little poem written on a torn out price of paper or a game of tic tac toe to entertain you.

- When it comes to the poems it’s always a guessing game about what he’ll write as he likes to experiment with what to write about but most of the time the poems are always nice and calming.

 - Speaking of calmness though, Kazuha himself is such a calming presence to be around! His voice is so calm and soft and his eyes always put you in a bit of a trance.

- This really comes in handy for Kazuha for whenever he sees you stressed out over a test as it seems that you like to listen to his voice and typically agree with him when he asks you to take a break.

- Kazuha is always one with nature when he’s not in class he enjoys making mini flower bouquets for you or just putting flowers in your hair whenever he gets ahold of some pretty flowers. 

- He also gets along well with animals such as stray cats and dogs, birds, squirrels, you name it! ( Irl disney princess trust )They just seem to be attracted to him so whenever you hang out with him it’s just cuteness overload of all these cute animals ( and Kazuha? )

- Kazuha likes buying you blind boxes because after all these difficult exams and just the toil of school work he feels glad that he can be the source of your reprieve.

- It doesn't really care for any of the brands but tries to get series he knows you like, like the bald green ones. He doesn't really care for the price as long as they’ll make you happy.

- It is the sudden dopamine rush that comes from you that makes him get excited. The actual content of the box doesn't really matter to him, he just enjoys seeing you happy.

- Which is why when he sees you upset his heart just breaks. If he can, he'll provide reasonable solutions that will help solve your problems, but he’s just as glad to provide you wordless comfort, just rubbing your back.

- If it happens that some people hurt you, he is not afraid to ask that sketchy gang called the fatui or smth to help out. He knows your friends with that ginger delinquent guy so he knows that he can get people to help him out.

- Likes to take you to laser tag as it’s a thrilling experience and he enjoys watching your focused gaze look for him in the dark. 

- Even as you carefully look around and try to avoid other players you still can’t catch him!!

- But he’s nice so he surprises you and grabs your hand, twirling you and just trying to show you how cool he is. Hoping to catch you in a trance before his ultimate betrayal of shooting you.

- Of course whilst he’s helping you take your equipment off he’ll apologise but still a betrayal is an unforgivable crime

“Sorry to get you there let me make it up to you with overpriced fries”

Wanderer

“ they're staring at me not you it's fine, don't worry “

- your local popular outcast. 

- people are sure he's a cool dude but most of the time people are too scared to even look at him. 

- Once a girl attempted to ask him out but all that was left after the confession was a sobbing girl, the indifferent Wanderer and a few shocked people. Well at least according to rumours that had people now scared of him.

- At the start of the school year you had been placed in the same history class as him. The time had come for pairing up and you noticed that there was one guy everyone was avoiding like the plague. Wanderer.

- so you made the brave decision to ask him to be your partner for the project. Surprisingly he agreed.

- the more you worked with him you ended up bonding with him more and became good friends

- You guys both have matching keychains together of cats which when you gave it to him he said he wasn't going to use it but surprise he now has it on his backpack. 

- after school sometimes you both head over to your local 7 /// 11 and he buys you that expensive $20 small tub of ice cream 

- you both sit on a bench and vege put on the food you got. 

- You spend your time chatting together and eating your food but when you go to pop something in the bin you miss his burning red face. 

-Wanderer tolerates nearly nobody, everyone is always scared of him or just leaving him alone so when you came along and didn't leave him he truly fell in love. 

- he'd never admit it though despite how deep his love is he's always will try to be nonchalant. 

- but he's always trying to impress you 

- Wanderer enjoys taking you to different places that allows him to show off his skills

- such as the skatepark or a motorbike meetup

- he's very skilled at driving a bike and is amazing at skateboarding 

- he'll even teach you how to skateboard! 

- he may not be the most patient teacher but he'll make sure you know everything. 

- extremely cautious when it comes to you skating though 

- he gives you every price of protective gear possible. Knee pads, arm pads, helmet, everything!! 

- but don't worry you'll be fine 

- it's like 10pm and the sky looks like it's never seen the sun but don't worry he's very alert 

- if you're at a bike meetup he's got you right next to him or in eyeshot and if anyone suspicious tries to talk to you best believe he's staring them down. 

-despite the fact that he's in denial over his feelings, he'll always be there for you. 

- if you've got a performance or event going on, best believe he's there to support you, whether that's watching you perform and helping you setting up and other things. 

- however if there is one thing that wants to keep you away from is his mothers. 

- he says that they're both freaks with purple hair and pink hair. He knows the moment he brings you home he'll be met with lots of teasing from a specific pink haired lady. 

- but if you want to go visit his home he'll take you. 

“ just ignore my mums they're weird ”

Xiao

“ Sorry I think you got my drink, it’s a black coffee with three shots of espresso. ”

- Xiao is basically the same as Wanderer, but much nicer. 

- He seems mean and scary but really he’s a nice guy who’s always doing nice things!

- his reputation precedes him as the silent guy who helps carry others' stuff, the guy who blocked a ball from a girl's face, the guy who picks up rubbish off the ground and so much more. It's a stark contrast from the black mask and bangs that cover his face. 

- After a chance meeting and mixed orders at your local tea place the two of you got along instantly 

- It soon became a routine that the both of you walk home together at least once a week. 

- he’d like to walk home with you more often but he’s too shy to ask you so he’ll just take what he can get.

- however once you got cornered by a pair of delinquents and he found out so he mustered up the courage offered to walk you home more often

- So when you agreed to walk home together 3 days a week Xiao felt as if he won in life.

- If you’re going home later because you have a club on, or are studying, Xiao will wait for you and maybe even join what you’re doing.

- He wants to make sure you're safe so despite the fact that he’s not super intimidating to thugs he’ll always glare at anyone who seems to have any bad intentions towards you. Scares them off easily! 

- Xiao is always remembering the little things

- once you were complaining to him about dry lips and the next day he brought you a four pack! ( peach, strawberry, vanilla and raspberry in case you're wondering ) 

- he remembers your odd little habits, your interests, what do like to do and everything else 

- If you want to do something he’s always in to try!

- Once, you both decided to join a club but had quit the first week due to the entire time spent with everyone asking him questions or trying to flirt with him.

- When you both left the club he was so sorry and repeatedly apologised to you because he knew you wanted to join a club and even though he said he’d join with you he’s the reason why you had to quit and- you get the point.

- Just stuff a piece of bread in his mouth to shut him up! 

- and you’ll shut him up alright because when you did that his face was absolutely red!!! 

- Xiao is quite clueless when it comes to his feelings towards others but with you his heart was set and he knew that he liked you. 

- Xiao loves being useful and would willingly become your butler if you asked. 

- He wasn't particularly looking to get his driver's licence but when you asked him if he could drive you somewhere and he could, Xiao was on it.

- He likes to do things for you and his love language is definitely acts of service.

“ I’ve got a drivers license now and so I can take you places now! ”

Zhongli

“ Would you mind if I sat with you again today? I quite enjoy your company ”

- the sophisticated student Council president

- to the masses he seems intimidating but when you pay for his lunch one day he seems to be a much more complex individual 

- One day you’re at the lunch line and the guy in front of you seems to have forgotten his card. Wait..... is that the council president? !

- out of the kindness of your heart you paid for his lunch and ended up sitting next to him. 

- sitting next to him one time turns into multiple days a week! 

- the more you talk to him the more he seems like a normal person

- the elusive and intimidating perspective everyone seems him as is far from the truth

- He loves telling you stories!! You both spend many afternoons together listening to him talking about his stories 

- he also loves listening to you telling stories as he loves to learn more about you and find out what makes you, you.

- he’ll always remember every detail of what you tell him and if possible he’ll try to rekindle your memories.

- If you told him about a bookstore you used to go to as a child he’ll drive you there and spend time with you there. 

- It makes him glad to be responsible for eliciting such a happy reaction from you.

- Despite never his carelessness regarding his money he always seems to have just what you need. 

- if you want to go get some tea, he knows the sweet old lady who runs the shop and she’ll give you two a discount or just cover the cost, on the house!

- Zhongli also seems to have anything you need when it comes to oddly specific items. If you need a brown hair tie he’ll just happen to have one.

- In general he likes to care for you and make sure you have everything you need.

- Zhongli has long hair and just LOVES it when you play with his hair or do different hairstyles

- He likes it when you braid his hair and if possible he’d love to braid your hair!

- He has a deep appreciation for making memories together and truly cherishes the time you both went to a perfume making class.

- The both of you decided to make a scent for each other and he absolutely adores the musky, woody scent you decided on.

- He once ran out of it because he uses it everyday so he went back to the story just so he could remake it.

- It’s his signature scent and he’ll never wear anything else if possible.

- Despite having many duties to attend to, he is always looking out for you and just looking to spend time with you.

- when possible he’ll come to hang out with you or ask you to accompany him during a task. 

- He doesn't realise it but he definitely prefers you hanging out with him over others.

- if he knows you have goals you want to complete he’ll definitely go out of his way to help you accomplish them!!

- Whether it’s academic, fitness, spiritually he doesn't mind as long as he can help you.

- He’s content with waking up earlier or sending you reminders if it means helping you out!

“ You’ve got this, just a little closer now… please take some breaks though ”

[ki2rins]

⟢ pervy tutor! thoughts - lhs

pairings : tutor! heeseung x student! reader || smut (mdni) || warnings : slight manipulation (?), degradations, teasing, edging, name-calling (daddy, princess, doll, etc) , spanking, cockwarming, raw sex (pls dont do it guys...)

rin's yap : oh heeseung 😩😩😩...

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⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who stares at you, admiring your soft eyes while his falls onto your lip, looking at how your tongue sticks out. his mind imagining naughty things your tongue could do.

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who takes every chance to tease you during your tutoring sessions.

"dumb little baby doesnt know the answer to this question? are my efforts in tutoring you all washed down the drain?"

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who spanks you for every question you answered wrongly on your latest exam, leaving bright red marks on your cheeks, evidence of his ministrations.

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who cockwarms you while you try your best to focus on the calculus worksheet in front of you.

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who edges you while you attempt a mock paper.

"one hour doll, thats all you have for this paper. and if you dare to cum... oh you know your punishment, my sweet girl" he said while he has his fingers deep in your hole, with your white slick dripping out.

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who buys you gifts for every improvement. from lace lingerie to new toys.

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who gives you 'biology' homework while he tutors you calculus.

"send me a picture in the new lace lingerie i bought you. thats your biology homework for the week, princess'

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who tells your parents how much of a good girl you are (for him).

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who rewards you when you do well for your papers. letting his pretty little girl enjoy her reward, by fucking her raw.

"oh thats it baby. is this what you worked hard for hmm? worked hard for daddy's big cock to drill in your pussy like that huh? "im going to cum in your pussy, babydoll. and you are gonna take it all, understood?"

⟢ pervy tutor! heeseung who continues to be your tutor while you score well for your exams, claiming you still require 'additional practice'.

[shen-jius-zoloft-prescription]

Modern AU equivalent of "bodysharing" scumcum where Shen Jiu is the Cang Qiong VP, director of the Qing Jing division, who fought tooth and nail to work his way up in the world despite a destitute childhood and criminal youth, and Shen Yuan is his useless rich boyfriend who spends all day reading light novels and getting into fights on the internet. (Hey, that's how they met! How romantic!)

One day, Shen Jiu has another qi deviation severe PTSD episode; what's different this time around is that, for once, Shen Yuan manages to convince him to take mental health time off work. He says he'll handle it, whatever that means! And Shen Jiu, for once, isn't suspicious, hypervigilant, distrustful enough to question it. He's having a really bad time, okay?!

But Shen Yuan didn't really think it through. What's he supposed to do, tell Yue Qi that Shen Jiu is out for a few days? Shen Jiu will kill him, and then Yue Qi will storm the preposterously expensive and exclusive mental health retreat Shen Yuan put Shen Jiu up in perfectly normal and reasonable outpatient facility, and then Shen Jiu will kill him again.

So, okay, he logs into Shen Jiu's work laptop (his passwords are all the same and so obvious, puh-lease) and he maybe starts just... pretending to be Shen Jiu. Just while he's away! Just to keep people from getting suspicious that Shen Jiu is gone!

And if he notices that Shen Jiu has been maybe... not handling some of his subordinates very well, then... Listen! There is someone who's on a really aggressive and punitive PIP that doesn't look like deserves it. (Let's remove that performance plan, and give him a merit bonus to make up for it... and let's put him on a better assignment, too, we're just making things right! Poor kid!) It also looks like a bunch of stuff in this division is being handled really poorly in general, actually. Figures, Jiu-ge is a brat at the best of times and really fucking mean and jealous at the worst. Maybe he'll have fewer qi deviations mental health crises if comes back this time to an environment that's not cultivating as much bitterness and negativity as possible, ah??

Meanwhile, at the most infuriatingly new-age uwu bullshit daycare for the richest of sad people, Shen Jiu sneaks away to where the cameras and automated surveillance systems (Hello, esteemed guest! This System must insist that you do not try sneaking out the marked emergency exit doors...!) to pull out the work phone he managed to smuggle in, and...

What the absolute fuck?! There is only on person who both knows his password (ugh) and knows his general writing style (ugh!!) who would be stealing his identity to meddle in his work!

The next several days are spent with Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu logging each other out in turns, and desperately trying to undo the damage the other has caused in their brief moments of control.

Yes, this does continue even after Shen Jiu returns from his mental health retreat. If nothing else, it keeps the Qing Jing division on its toes, and massively confuses one intern Luo Binghe. (The signals. are mixed.)

(Only Shang Qinghua knows what's up, but he's not saying jack shit because he is 100% committing identity fraud himself. “Shang Qinghua” is the name of a dead man with a good credit score, no debts, and no ties to the criminal underworld or warrants for his arrest, so, you know, “it's free real estate” or whatever. "He's dead! He's not using it anymore! It's fine!")

[acid-ixx]

— related post !

socialite! (secret himbo/bimbo) reader who takes one look at bruce wayne in a gala and you decide you'll use your (dumbass) alluring charms on the man to spend a night with him and it ends up successful. you had the best bed-breaking sex in your life, never once questioning all the taut muscle underneath his polished thousand-dollar suit; now crumpled by how handsy you were taking off his clothes. he was great with aftercare, too, carrying you off to one of his luxury bathtubs to bathe you and leave even more marks on the expanse of your back whilst massaging your naked body (you didn't even think for a second at the romantic implications his actions had).

then you're at one of luthor's galas the next time, being interviewed by this cute man with eyeglasses, who calls himself clark kent, with the cutest country-boy accent, who looks too tall to act all lanky, but you're not one to judge. you take one look at his baggy suit, ignore the pen and paper in his hands and drag him off to one of the spare janitorial rooms to have, quite possibly, the most pleasurable quickie you've ever had spent inside a cramped closet, your sweat sliding off each other as your bodies move in a harmonious tandem. you give him a kiss on his collar right after the momentary sex, and giggle at the skittish blush dispersing on his face, as if he didn't just give you a reason to go home early due to the limp on your step.

after everything, they were buried in the back of your mind. they were great fucks, yes, you never had a moment of horny zenith not until you met them, yes; but your relationship (if you could even call it that) with both men were purely sexual and a one-time thing. you never really thought of them, you prioritize your social life and reputation above all else, not your coster of other rich people you've slept with.

but one day, you see both in the same room as you in another gala. you're oblivious to the sets of eyes hungrily taking you in, or how quickly they shove off other people just to move closer the moment their attention land on you. you take a look at the two men, biting your lips whilst your eyes devour the memory of their muscled pecs squished between your index and middle finger, and their thick thighs pistoning you back and forth, all hidden under all the clothes covering their body; and whisper not-so silently:

"i can take them both, not in a fight."

sadly, you'll never know that they're both at each other's throats after hearing your confession, ready to take each other in a fight if it meant having you in their arms once more. you'll never know just how bruce managed to throw in a microchip in your bag before you're escorted home by his limousine, or how clark watched your sleeping body in your apartment as superman just to make sure you slept well after he pounded you to oblivion in that closet.

all you'll know is that you're going to score them into fucking you once more either way. after all, if they're both the best choices when it comes to pinning you down and going crazy on your body, then you'll do anything to achieve that aching goal with the both of best worlds.

you're unaware that they'd do the same thing for you, though. but it's not out of the intentions to merely sleep with you, no. they're also planning to find a pathway into your heart while at it.

so... welp, guess that's just an added list of all the other suitors you had fighting over the chance of having another night with you.

a/n: gender-neutral reader. no bodily gender mentioned at all. this is purely sexual content with some plot. i blame my irl best friend for this (the single dialogue was me thirsting over the characters through our chats). yes, i post this after posting angst. am i shameless? also yes.

[miyukisu]

A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ

❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader

tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read

MEGA MASTERLIST

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"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"

Yeah right... next week...

You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.

Maybe he found a different person to model for him.

Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...

But wouldn't that be his fault?

Maybe... he dropped out of class?

Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"

But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?

Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.

There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.

"Hey..."

"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"

"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.

"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"

"Guess so," he lied again.

His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.

Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Why did you even walk over here?"

He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."

"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."

You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."

"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"

"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."

"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.

He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."

Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.

"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"

You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"

"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"

You cut him off again. "Then draw me."

"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.

It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"

"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."

You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?

Shidou let out a low whistle as soon as the last article of clothing met the floor. You used to do these drawing sessions in the library—when all he had to observe from you were innocent things like your eyes, your hands, your hair, and so on.

But now that you have to bare everything to him, you figured the only place to do it was at his dorm. It was like what you imagined: cluttered but artsy enough that you could let it pass.

You stood awkwardly in the middle, feeling a bit chilly with nothing to protect you. But you posed, placing a hand on your hip while looking off to the side. That way, there wouldn't be any awkward eye contact.

Shidou sat down on a stool and quickly got to drawing. He said nothing as his eyes constantly flitted between the paper and your body.

The first few minutes in—you became hyperaware of everything. The fact that he was seeing absolutely everything. The absurdity of this entire situation. But most of all, the way your body was reacting to his gaze.

From your peripheral, you could see his gaze linger a bit too long at times. He'd bite his lower lip every so often and it made you feel conscious. Was he doing that because he could see your nipples hardening due to the temperature? Maybe he noticed the way you'd subtly rub your thighs together?

Whatever it was—it had him clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

Around 15 minutes pass, until he finally spoke. "Feeling tired yet?" he asked without looking up from his paper. You figured he was applying the final touches at this point.

"Yeah. A bit."

He hummed in response. "Get comfortable on my bed then."

"What? On your bed? Now?"

Shidou looked up from his paper. At this point both of you were desensitized by your nakedness (or so you thought). "Yes. Now. I have to draw you in at least 3 poses."

Three?

You gulped. But, once more, pride creeps up. You can't just challenge him to draw you naked so boldly—only for you to back down now. You gathered yourself and sat on his bed which was only a few steps away.

"Go on. You can get comfortable," he encouraged.

So you did. You lied down on your side, propping your head up on your hand. The scene that had unfolded reminded you of that one Titanic scene: Rose sprawled out for Jack to draw.

Knowing that, the moment felt too intimate. But you sucked it up... even though there was an unwanted wetness forming at your core.

Shidou shifted in his seat again, lowering his paper on his lap. "Alright, keep that position," he said, a bit strained.

In this position, you couldn't look off to the side. Your only option for the next few minutes was the wall behind him or Shidou himself.

At some point, your eyes met. There was something in his eyes you've never seen before. It wasn't the usual focus he had; it was something else. Something more intense.

But the 2nd pose passes soon enough and you were down to your last.

"What should I do now?"

He sighed, looking over his current sketches. "Lemme think. I'm having a hard time getting the details right."

"Maybe it's because you're sitting so far away," you commented—not thinking about what it implied.

His eyes zeroed in on you again—caught by your words. You want him to come closer with you like that and him slowly losing his composure? You were playing a dangerous game and you had no idea yet.

Shidou finally stood up from his chair, walking over to the bed. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but he was hard. His length strained against his fitted pants. The sight had your mouth watering.

He sat down beside you, eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere seemed charged with the way you two found yourselves slowly leaning into each other.

"You look great," he whispered. It was something he always said in these sessions. It was a rather simple compliment. But it held more weight now.

"Thanks," you meekly responded. Neither of you realized how fast he inched towards you. His lips were a breath away. You showed no signs of backing away, so he went in.

He pressed his lips on to yours. The kiss felt hungry—needy almost—like he was fighting off this urge for so long. Before you knew it, his weight pushed you down on the softness of his bed. His scent enveloped every sense, clouding your judgement.

Shidou pulled away, breathless. "Pose like this."

He sat upright, eyes raking over your body. This time, he didn't hide the way his gaze would linger on certain parts. His hands ran down your legs, admiring the softness of your skin.

Then, without warning, he pried your legs open. But you didn't stop him. His pink irises trailed down to your core, seeing how wet you've gotten. Shidou thought he was drooling.

"Fuck... I wish I could draw this."

You feel your chest tightening. "Why not?"

"And let everyone see this?" his fingers ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh. "No chance in hell. I want to be the only one to appreciate my muse."

He let his thumb swipe through your folds softly before pressing lightly into your clit, earning a mewl from you. He kept circling the sensitive nub as if in a trance.

"I know what I want the last pose to be," he says. You moan a little louder as he rubs your clit faster. "Want your last pose to be you all fucked out... think you can do that?"

Words got caught in your throat. But it hardly mattered. It didn't seem like he'd take 'no' for an answer anyway.

Things escalated quickly because you soon found his finger plunging in and out of your quivering hole. He made sure to curve it in a way—relentlessly hitting that gummy spot on your walls.

He added another finger, wanting to hear more of your breathless moans reverberating throughout his room. To hell with it if his neighbors heard. This was music—it was art in its purest form.

"Shit... might just cum in my pants from this." He almost did after you clenched down on his fingers, cumming for the first time today.

Even as you coat his digits with your essence, he keeps pushing his fingers in and out until the fluttering died down a bit. He pulled his sticky fingers out before having a taste, savoring every last bit.

He made quick work of his belt, pulling down his pants and letting his member out. Your eyes widened. Not only was his size impressive, but his tip was incredibly swollen and leaky—like he couldn't wait anymore.

Shidou exhaled deeply, feeling the chill of his room brush over the sensitive length. He locked eyes with you again. "Care to take care of me a bit? My hand hurts from all that drawing... and... well, you know what else."

Normally, you'd bite back at his teasing. But your mind was fuzzy. All you could do was wrap your fingers around his length, slowly tugging it at first. The pleasure he felt after being so hard for so long took the strength from him. He almost fell on top of you if it weren't for his thick arms supporting him from either side of you.

"C'mon... do it fucking faster," he ordered. You obeyed—jerking him off as fast as you can without hurting him. It wasn't long before his own hand wrapped around yours as he continued to fuck into your fist. Next thing you knew—hot ropes of cum painted your stomach.

Even he was in a daze as he observed a part of him stained you in such an intimate way. He slowly leaned in, his breath fanning your face. "Hey, can I paint you like this? You look even better with my cum all over you."

You let go of his semi-hard member, slowly tracing his muscles up until you cupped his cheek. Gently, you pulled him down for a searing kiss. It was more than enough for him to know that you too wanted more.

He became rougher—biting your lip and fighting your tongue for dominance. As you pulled away for air, Shidou moved quickly to straddle your upper body. He shamelessly took his cock and slapped it against your lips a couple of times.

"Gonna have to help me get hard again, sweets. Help me out, won't you?"

Though he didn't really give you time to respond as he invaded your mouth inch by inch. One hand held the headboard while the other supported your head. He rolled his hips slowly, gauging how much you can take in at a time.

But, clearly, he underestimated you when you gripped his hips and pulled him in yourself. You felt his cock spring back to life steadily. He pulled out his hardened shaft, letting you breathe. It was only now you realized the grin that crossed his face. He was enjoying this way too much.

He went back to hovering over you, his cock bouncing at every move he made. Your body was jelly at this point—not even a bit of resistance as he flipped you over so easily. He licked a long stripe from your lower back up until your nape. The fresh saliva combined with the chilly air made you shudder.

He carelessly lifted up your hips. With your cheek pressed into his pillows and your ass up in the air, he only got harder at the sight. He leaned down to be eye-to-eye with this so-called masterpiece, your cunt.

His nimble fingers toyed around with your soaked folds, chuckling to himself. "Man, I don't think I could ever capture something so damn beautiful."

He gave it a quick lick to test. "Well, unless you let me get familiar with her long enough." Another lick. "Maybe I can capture at least half of its beauty." Another lick. "Don't you think?"

A muffled sound was the only thing he got from you. "Yeah? You're gonna let me get to know her? As an artist, I'm overjoyed right now. Maybe I should show you."

And show he did.

He lapped up at your arousal, tongue licking long stripes each time. Your legs threatened to give out every time he flattened the pink muscle against your twitching hole. It didn't take long before he started darting in and out. Helpless groans filled his small dorm room.

Big calloused hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, making sure you stayed in place for him to enjoy. He was so messy... so so messy. Shidou suckled on your clit—really trying to coax another orgasm from you.

It didn't take much more for you to cum again, but this time all over his mouth. He happily took in everything, reaping the fruits of his labor.

He gave your ass one quick kiss as if to show his thanks. But he wasted no time lining up his painfully erect cock against your entrance. "Fuuuuck, I need to be inside you already or I'm actually going to explode," he muttered.

At first, it was just the tip. But it stretched you out so good already. The needy whine that escaped you was a testament to that. It only made him grip your hips tighter, surely leaving a mark for you to see tomorrow. Carefully, he pushed in more of his length, feeling every bump of your pussy engulf him.

"Shit. This is the stuff."

But he got impatient, shoving in the rest of his length without warning. It was so tight, so warm—too inviting for him to handle. His hands left your hips, opting to find support on the mattress instead. His thick arms caged you as his chest pressed against your back.

He continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear, kissing your neck occasionally. But for as slow and sensual his voice may seem, his hips snapped with reckless abandon. He wasn't shy about giving you your third and, maybe, fourth orgasm of the day while chasing his own.

"You finally understand why I didn't want to ask you?"

"Yeah... I knew I was gonna end up fucking you real hard."

"But this is so much better than what I imagined."

His words brought you over the edge, cumming again. But the overstimulation rendered you thoughtless. The only thing on your mind was how good he was dicking you down.

"Fuck... Ryu!" you screamed. His grin only grew wider.

"That's it. Scream my fucking name. Let them hear it."

Your wanton moans encouraged him to go faster, mercilessly pistoning into you. It wouldn't be a surprise if you came another time on his cock.

Shidou harshly grabbed your tit, hoisting both of you up into a sitting position. This way, his cock reached even deeper into you. He kneaded your neglected breast while keeping you steady by the waist.

He showed no signs of slowing—even reaching down to play with your clit. A tear was rolling down your face from how sensitive he made you. But he quickly licked the salty tear off of the curve of your cheek.

He whispered softly, "Cum with me."

Just like the obedient muse that you were, you did. You clamped down on him as he shot rope after rope of gooey seed into you. Finally, he slowed down a bit, letting him empty himself in your pulsing cunt.

As you calmed down and he softened, he gently laid you back down on the soft mattress of his bed. He watched as his cum oozed out of you, smirking to himself.

"My best piece of work yet."

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╰ author's note WHAT THE FUCK DID I WRITE DAWG I WAS SO ON EDGE THE WHOLE TIME HELP WHY IS IT SO FILTHY

[tra1nchi]

Are your requests still open? If so then,

Mr. Perfect who's perfect in everything, perfect scores, perfect attendance, perfect personality, perfect literally anything and can only be described with positive comments roughly and possessively claiming reader.

And reader is like this quiet kid who's failing literally 90% of his classes, no friends and is considered creepy by others but so cute to the perfect that he can't help but corrupt him :(

So basically cute aggression

MINORS DNI!! bttm male reader,,praise,,semi public (?), lowkey Obessive pretty boy.

He was the golden boy of your college, a typical blonde pretty popular boy really. He was the epitome of perfection. Kind, gentle..seductive in ways even he couldn't describe. Seeing him could put anyone in a good mood.

The professors love him too, he never boasted his smarts but with the way the professors smile at him, you knew he got extraordinary marks. His smile was hauntingly gorgeous and had men and women falling to their knees for his heart but he held it for someone else, you.

A loser, a nobody, a nerd who sat in the back of all his classes and drew or listened to music. Typically if he was seen around you, his reputation would be lost but he couldn't care less, he wanted to get his hands on your adorable little face.

He would watch as your lips puckered when you made a mistake on a drawing or how your seemed to almost doze off in every class, it was so so cute to him!! He couldn't help himself but snap a few photos of you when he was able to sneak a chance, no harm in it right? His admirers did it all the time so why couldn't he?

When he was caught by his best friend for having the photos on his phone he was laughed at, calling you the creep of the college, an utter and filthy freak. He never talked to his best friend again after that.

He had finally built up the courage to talk to you, at first you had thought he was becoming friends with you just for the sake of bullying you, like those bullies in the movies but he only laughs off your comments with a friendly smile, lazily resting his arm over your shoulder and scooting close to you whenever he got the chance.

Now you had your own personal pretty boy, he would bring you snacks everyday, new drawing supplies or even expensive merchandise from your favourite nerdy shows!! People would call it love bombing but he wouldn't!! He's just showing his appreciation for his darling, his one and only even if you didn't really know it yet.

He had finally got you alone, it wasn't under the best circumstances but he could work with it. A professor had scolded you heavily for how you were doing in class and he couldn't help but notice th good little pout on your face, how your lips plumped out..how pretty they would look wrapped around his dick.

Before he knew it he was hard, waiting patiently for that stupid teacher to leave and once he did, he moved to sit beside you. "Oh you poor thing, he shouldn't talk to you like that." He soothes in his sickeningly sweet and perfect voice, his hand trails down from your arm to your thighs, slightly dipping in between them.

"Let me make you feel better okay hun? Just relax." His hand moves under the waistband of your pants, his cheeks flushed red as he realises the risks in this, how easily another professor or student could walk right in, bur frankly he couldn't care less, not when you let out such a sweet sound and leaned into him

God, your cock felt so cute in his hands, he couldn't handle it! Everything about you was adorable!! The way your cock twitched in his hand, leaking like it had never been touched before. If he wasn't so inlove with you, he might have called you a loser but he can't bring himself to! Not when you seem moments from cumming just from some tiny little strokes!!

"My darling, my sweet little thing. You can barely handle a few pumps from me." He grins leaning down to kiss and suckle at your neck, intentionally dragging his perfect teeth down your neck, groaning as he bites down when he feels your warm cum in his hands.

He was so fucking addicted, and now that he finally had you he wasn't going to let you go, making you cum over and over again until you knew nothing but his name and his perfect touch.

[nmakii]

strayed from the main idea of this drabble… oops.

sae itoshi, who loves calling his girl ‘amorcita’. that’s fine, and all. it’s romantic, but he likes calling you his princess much more.

princess is more than just a pet name to him though. because to him, you’re truly a princess, graceful and beautiful despite your faults; someone who deserves to be given the world. he’d go to the ends of the earth to find something that doesn’t exist if you asked him to find it.

it’s not much of an exaggeration when you say that he’s down bad.

he is— he’s just very good at hiding it. he doesn’t boast about you loudly in the ways that someone like that devil— shidou— might, but he instead manages to offhandedly relate any conversation topic to you.

oddly enough, the only other time sae’s ever as talkative or passionate about something other than football, is when he’s talking about you.

that additional time where aiku asked shidou why he was making funny faces in the locker room? after that, sae mentioned, “my princess makes weird faces too. when she’s sleeping, her cheek is always pressed up to me, and it leaves a red mark in the morning. and, she can never manage to keep her mouth closed when she’s asleep. once, i was able to feed her while she was asleep.” and he sighed, silently smiling at the funny memory.

in his first interview after going public with you as his girlfriend, he immediately jumped at the opportunity to mention you. he had always thought that these interviews were an unnecessary hassle. he’s a good football player, and he’ll let his work speak for itself. “right! soo… sae, how are you adjusting to your new team?” the interviewer asks. sae thinks for a moment, his lower lip raising in a slight pout as he thinks of how to answer. “…the center forward has incredible dribbling skills, i’ll admit that. but, his shot range and goal chance percentage are awful. the rate at which he can score goals is still lukewarm.” he sighs disappointedly, “the best striker in the world seems to have not had his awakening yet. it’s annoying, but the city isn’t so bad. there’s a french bakery near my apartment that my princess and i like to frequent. she loves those flaky croissants with chocolate in them— pain au chocolat, but i tend to just get their house black coffee.” he’s recalling your typical order as if it’s the back of his hand, and the flow of his speech is much more relaxed than when he had been speaking about his new team.

and at this point, the interviewer is confused. “pardon… your ‘princess’?” he repeats, trying to confirm what he heard. sae nods, “yes, my princess; my girlfriend. she really likes those chocolate croissants. she eats about a fourth of it in just one bite. and when some hot chocolate from the inside burns her on the lip, she complains a bit and asks me to kiss it better. it’s really cheesy on her part, but i guess i don’t mind if it’s for her.” even sae doesn’t know just what he’s saying. he didn’t mean to reveal this much about how he feels. …yet, here he was, going on like a pining gentleman in love, and remembering how the softness of your lips felt against his as the piping hot chocolate pressed and stuck onto his lips as well.

in his eyes, you’re as close to perfection as there ever will be. it didn’t matter whether or not your physical appearance changed, or if you suddenly decided to change your career path— as long as you stayed as who you are, he’d be at your side.

and to be worthy of such a perfect human being; his princess. he has to become a king— a king of the field. one who domineers the field with his spatial awareness alone, and passes to the one who can keep up with his vision; the greatest egoist. that’s who he needs to become in order to earn your love; to become worthy of being the one that gets to love you every day and every night.

but even so, it’d still never be enough for him. you always make him want to push his limits further, and show you just how amazing he is.

sae’s really down bad for his princess.

[formulafanfics13]

Hi evie!

Could you write about reader being Lando’s youngest sister and she’s a cheeky little thing. Just like how he took his family to Monaco, he takes her too and when Lando and Charles are talking Arthur stops by and notices her. He starts complimenting and openly flirting, for the first time in a while she has no snarky comments and she’s speechless. That night they all go to a club and after a bit of drinking she goes home with Arthur and the next day once she steps back into Lando’s apartment, he knows what she did with Arthur last night and starts making fun of her while their parents are sitting around just watching them bicker. Thank you!

baby sister - Arthur Leclerc🔥

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summary: Lando’s youngest sister has always been a cheeky little menace — until Arthur Leclerc leaves her speechless. One flirty encounter, one chaotic club night, and a walk of shame later, Lando puts two and two together… in front of the whole family.

warnings: smut, age gap (reader is early 20s, Arthur is mid-20s), implied little sister x best friend dynamic, one-night stand, flirting, drinking, teasing, siblings bickering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, Lando being a shithead older brother, Arthur being charming and slutty, reader being cocky then completely folded, family awkwardness

The thing about being Lando Norris’ youngest sister was this, nobody ever expected you to behave. And you didn’t.

You were the one with the sharp tongue and the dirty jokes. The one who showed up to his races wearing his stolen merch and flirting with the grid just to piss him off. The one who once told Max Verstappen he could “shut up or get pegged.” The one who beat Charles at FIFA and posted the final score on her Insta story with the caption “did I stutter?”

You were a menace. A cheeky little thing with perfect timing and no filter and a face way too pretty to match the evil that lived behind your eyes.

So when Lando brought the family out to Monaco for the long weekend, you included, obviously, he was braced for impact. You’d been off on holiday the month before, your tan too good, your sarcasm sharpened, your outfits tight as hell, and your presence nothing short of a walking hazard.

The minute you walked into the paddock, the other drivers clocked it. Literally. One of the McLaren engineers muttered “oh no, she’s hot again” like it was a threat. Charles gave you a nod. Pierre fist bumped you. Carlos made the sign of the cross.

And then there was Arthur.

You didn’t notice him at first. You were standing beside Lando, twirling your sunglasses, sipping from a bottle of water you’d stolen from the Ferrari fridge while he talked to Charles near the motorhome. You were half-listening. Plotting some comment about Charles’ pants.

And then a shadow moved beside you. Arthur.

“Salut,” he said, grinning, “you’re Lando’s sister, right?”

You nodded slowly, giving him your usual sly once-over. “Why? You gonna tell me I don’t look like him?”

Arthur laughed. “No. You’re much better looking. Obviously.”

For the first time in a long time, you blinked and said nothing.

He noticed.

“Oh,” he smirked, “I broke her already?”

You cleared your throat. “I don’t get flirted with by Leclercs every day.”

“That’s a shame,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You should.”

Lando’s head snapped toward you both at that exact moment. Arthur smiled wider. You didn’t say a word.

That night, the club was dark and loud and glittering. The whole group was there, Lando, your parents, Charles, Arthur, a few engineers, a few PR girls, some paddock regulars. You were two cocktails in and glowing.

Arthur didn’t stop looking at you once.

You gave him five minutes before you folded.

It only took three.

You woke up the next morning in Arthur’s bed.

Still a little drunk. Legs sore. Thighs sticky. His bite marks blooming against your collarbone.

He was already awake, brushing your hair off your forehead with an insufferable grin.

“Morning,” he said, voice rough.

“Fuck you.”

“You did.”

“Shut up.”

He kissed you anyway.

You stumbled back to Lando’s apartment wearing your clothes from the night before, shoes in your hand, hickeys high and proud. Your sunglasses barely hid the mess you were. Your phone buzzed with a text from Arthur.

thanks for letting me ruin your snark x

Lando opened the door and took one look at you before doubling over in laughter. “You’re kidding.”

You shoved past him. “Shut up.”

“Oh my god. Arthur? Really?” he hollered after you. “That’s who finally shut your mouth?”

You flipped him off with both hands.

“I hope it was good,” he called, “because you’re never living this down!”

You walked into the living room and stopped cold. Your parents were on the couch. With Charles. You froze. Everyone turned.

Lando came in behind you, still cackling. “Guess who finally got dicked into silence-”

“Lando,” your mum snapped.

Charles choked on his drink.

Your dad raised an eyebrow.

You turned around and punched Lando in the chest.

He barely flinched. “Was it good, though?”

You stared him dead in the eyes. “He has stamina.”

Lando made a sound like a dying animal.

Your mum looked away, muttering something about “needing stronger wine.”

Charles just clapped you on the back and said, “About time someone humbled you.”

You sat down, legs sore, heart smug, sunglasses still on, and texted Arthur one word.

Again?

[chigiriizz]

PARENT! BLLK WITH A PREGNANT! READER

Yoichi Isagi

Literally Googles “how to be a good dad” the minute you say “I’m pregnant.”

Becomes a doting husband overnight. Massages your feet, makes you snacks, reminds you to hydrate.

Starts journaling every week of the pregnancy, writing notes to “future baby.”

Buys a little Blue Lock onesie and cries when he holds it.

At night, he’ll talk to your belly: “Hey buddy… it’s Dad. I scored a goal today, but hearing your mom laugh was better.”

Overthinks everything: is the crib safe? Is the baby cold? Should we take baby CPR??

Once baby kicks, he fully sobs. Not even ashamed.

Rin Itoshi

Visibly overwhelmed. He panics quietly—but tries to act cool about it.

“We’re… ready for this. Right?” (He says that to himself every day.)

Doesn't know how to comfort you at first, but gets better. Will rub your back when you're sore, even if he’s bad at expressing affection.

Gets unreasonably annoyed at strangers who stare at your belly. “Don’t look at her.”

Picks out a tiny jersey with his number and puts it on your nightstand like it’s nothing. It’s everything.

Reads parenting books late at night when you’re asleep and highlights stuff he doesn’t understand.

Stares at ultrasound pictures like they’re a riddle he’s desperate to solve. He wants to be good at this.

Bachira Meguru

SO excited. Like bouncing-off-walls excited.

Rubs your belly and says, “Hellooooo little monster~”

Wants to paint the nursery himself. “What if it’s like a whole galaxy theme with dancing wolves??”

Tells everyone—even strangers at the store—“I’m gonna be a dad!”

Randomly puts headphones on your belly and plays the baby his music mixes.

Over-prepares: buys 17 onesies, 6 pacifiers, 4 different types of swaddles.

Once he feels a kick, he yells: “That’s my kid!! They’ve got skills!”

Hyoma Chigiri

Protective like crazy. If you sneeze, he’s already Googling symptoms.

Rubs lotion on your stomach to prevent stretch marks—so gentle about it.

Holds your hand constantly, especially when you’re uncomfortable or emotional.

Won’t let you carry anything. Grocery bags? No. Purse? Nope. “I’ve got it.”

Gets teary when he sees the first ultrasound. He’s quiet about it, but his grip tightens around your hand.

Starts running slower during training to be “more careful.” (He says it’s strategy. It’s not.)

Practices braiding your hair in case the baby is a girl and wants pretty hairstyles like Mom.

Nagi Seishiro

First reaction: “Huh… guess we’re leveling up.”

Doesn’t seem hyped… until he starts resting his head on your stomach every day.

Sleeps with his hand on your bump, automatically. If you move it, he grumbles.

Buys a baby monitor and sets it up six months early.

“This kid better be chill,” he mutters. Then falls asleep next to a mountain of baby socks.

Tries to play mobile games with your belly: “If you kick twice, we’ll go left.” He swears the baby “cheats.”

Dead serious about naming the kid something weird like “Cloud” or “Puzzle.” You veto that.

Reo Mikage

Husband of the Year. Millionaire? More like Millionaire Daddy-in-Training™

Buys every fancy pregnancy pillow, stroller, and crib on Earth. “You deserve the best. And so does our baby.”

Attends all the doctor appointments. Asks 50 questions per visit.

Brags about you constantly. “She’s carrying our future. She’s glowing. Isn’t she perfect?”

Spends hours designing the nursery color scheme. “No primary colors. They’ll have taste.”

Cries when he hears the heartbeat. Cries again when he feels a kick. He’s a puddle.

Tells the baby bedtime stories before they’re even born—his voice all soft and rich like velvet.

Ryusei Shidou

“HELL YEAH, I’M GONNA BE A DAD.”

Way too hyped. Will yell it from rooftops if you let him.

Touches your belly constantly. “Yo, did they just kick?! That was a penalty-level punt!”

Wants to name the baby something wild like “Destruction” or “Turbo.” You threaten him.

Brings you weird snacks like pickles and hot sauce. “Pregnant people eat this, right?”

Gets mad at people who bump into you. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, SHE’S CARRYING A FREAKIN’ LEGEND.”

Surprisingly sweet at night. Lays his head on your stomach and says, “Hey... I’m gonna try not to mess this up.”

Sae Itoshi

At first? “...I don’t know if I’ll be good at this.”

He’s terrified of becoming like his own parents. But he wants to try.

Quietly starts rearranging the apartment. Buys a bassinet without telling you.

Puts his hand on your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

“I don’t say it a lot, but... I’m happy. Really happy.”

Refuses to let you lift a finger. “I’ll cook. You rest.”

Doesn't smile often, but when you show him the sonogram photo? It’s the softest he’s ever looked.

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PARK JISUNG (nct dream)

score that goal! [jisung] by @lqfiles

football player!jisung x fem!reader | genre ・ humour, football/sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers | status ・ completed!

summary ・ after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

game on! [jisung] by @hyuckswoman

astronomy major!jisung x astronomy major!reader | genre ・ humour, crack, strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, slow burn, y/n prefers dying over admitting her feelings, jisung is lowkey mean at times.. | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out he’s not exactly everything she hoped for… who would’ve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer.

the bolter [jisung] by @lowkeychenle

idol!jisung x fem!reader | genre ・ SOCIAL MEDIA AU! :D suggestive, crack, funny haha stuff idk | status ・ completed!

summary ・ when you meet jisung, things are working behind the scenes, things you can't see and you don't acknowledge. can you overcome your metaphorical running in time for jisung to secure your heart?

drum me, stupid! [jisung] by @jirsungs

drummer!jisung x fem!reader | genre ・ college au, social media au (some chapters will be written though!), music band au, slight enemies to lovers, unrequited love (for a bit), whole bunch of fluff, angst, mutual pining, silly humor | status ・ completed!

summary ・ a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.

linger [jisung] by @beomgewz

college student!jisung x fem!reader | genre ・ strangers to friends to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, college!au, unrequited love (at first), angsty(?), drugs, slow burn | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ despite all of your efforts, you still cannot get over your 5 year crush on the shy boy from high school. to top everything off, he has a long term girlfriend of 3 years!

HAECHAN (nct dream)

pay the price [haechan] by @lqfiles

neighbour!haechan x fem!reader | genre ・ enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.

one night only [haechan] by @mrkified

college-student!haechan x fem!reader | genre ・ secret relationship, slight enemies to lovers, college au, angst, fluff, crack/humor, band au | status ・ completed!

summary ・ three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

she's the man [haechan] by @yutarot

gamer!haechan x fem!reader | genre ・ humour, friends to lovers, college au, gamer!haechan, gamer!yn, everyone’s a gamer actually, loosely based off the movie ‘she’s the man’, fem reader, slowburn, angst, plot heavy | status ・ completed!

summary ・ after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

divine timing [haechan] by @v1si0n

college student!hyuck x fem!reader | genre ・ smau (some written parts), college student! hyuck x fem! reader, ????? to lovers, fluff, probably some angst but not heavy bc i’m sensitive, humor, lowkey she fell first but he fell harder trope, hyuck is a jealous little lad. | status ・ completed!

summary ・ you confessed to your longtime crush, donghyuck, back in high school because you figured you guys would never see each other again. you begin to question your faith in the universe when you run into him on a rainy tuesday night, and you start seeing him every day after.

blooming hearts [haechan] by @jji-lee

flower shop owner!haechan x fem!reader | genre ・ humor , strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, maybe a little angst, fluff, slow burn, haechan and reader are oblivious and stubborn | status ・ completed!

summary ・ a new flower shop has opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating problem after problem for you. now you and shop owner, lee haechan have an ongoing feud that neither of you are willing to put to rest. as the weather cools and the flowers wither away maybe something else will begin to bloom between you two…

MARK (nct dream)

down bad! [mark] by @hyuckswoman

college student!mark x fem!reader | genre ・ slowburn?, humour, collegeau, fluff, mutual pining, strangers to lovers | status ・ completed!

summary ・in which a random business major finds herself joining a random music class not knowing the guy she had been fawning over attended it aswell.

got my ion you [mark] by @chenlesfavorite

tutor!mark x fem!reader | genre ・ social media au (smau), half written, friends to lovers, fluff | status ・ completed!

summary ・ you’ve failed yet another chemistry exam, high chances are you’re gonna have to retake the entire class next year and miss out on almost all school breaks due to studying and fixing your bad grades, and that is until your trusty friend suggests a tutor to you.

dream boyfriend: incoming [mark] by @wonbin-truther

college student!mark x college student!fem!reader | genre ・ smau, fake dating to ?? to lovers, slight jaemin x yn, yns cousins are assholes, mark is the ideal son in law, hes also an asshole, kys/kms jokes, mark kinda leads yn on, will add more as i go along | status ・ completed!

summary ・ it wasnt your fault mark was the first profile to appear on your instagram! and it was most definitely not your fault when you told your annoying older cousins that mark lee, the captain of your unis soccer team, was your boyfriend and somehow got him invited to the next family reunion...

when you smile [mark] by @svnnw

fake boyfriend!mark x fem!reader | genre ・ fluff, angst, slowburn, comedy, humor, fake dating, non-idol au, college au | status ・ completed!

summary ・ after barely passing your recent exam you're now desperately looking for someone to tutor you so your friends wouldn't worry about you and your grades.

cryptic crush [mark] by @jji-lee

fuckboy!mark x fem!reader | genre ・ humor, neighbors/enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, slight slow burn, fluff, mark and reader are always at it bro (fighting not fucking LMAO) | status ・ completed!

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NA JAEMIN (nct dream)

love on the court [jaemin] by @polarisjisung

basketball player!jaemin x basketball player!fem!reader | genre ・ (one sided) enemies to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers, college au, kinda forced proximity | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

CHENLE (nct dream)

night rider [chenle] by @chenlesfavorite

motorcyclist!chenle x fem!reader | genre ・ social media au (smau), written, slowburn, angsty-ish, fluff, strangers to enemies to lovers (except they're not really enemies.. they just can't stand each other) | status ・ completed!

summary ・ working night shifts 24/7 at the convenience store while also supporting your boyfriend’s obsession with watching motorcyclists race is not easy, but little did you know that one of the bikers that he loves soon gets involved with you.

RENJUN (nct dream)

belladonna! [renjun] by @winwintea

actor!renjun x fem!reader | genre ・ social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, horror, very dark, detective au, murder mystery au, explicit(?) | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ you've been tasked with visting and inspecting the grand rose theatre, a theatre that's been plagued with mysteries over the years. all seems well, until a string of murders follows your visit. as you further investigate, you find yourself falling for huang renjun, the beautiful male lead, and your mystery murderer who leaves you love notes and clues about who they could potentially be. will you be smart enough to be a step ahead of the killer? or will you find yourself caught within their trap?

JENO (nct dream)

hot to go! [jeno] by @sungiejpg

idol!jeno x stylist!fem!reader | genre ・ idol au, fluff, humour, maybe slow burn | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ being aespa’s stylist is an easy and a lovely job, that’s what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary.

JAEHYUN (nct 127)

roses [jaehyun] by @nneteyamss

college student!jaehyun x fem!reader | genre ・ smau, college au, second chance (?), humor | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ during your freshman year of college you had a situationship with jaehyun. despite both falling for each other, issues got in the way and jaehyun ghosted you. it's been 2 years since and he never got over you and he'd do almost anything to get you again... including writing a song to get your attention.

KARINA (aespa)

it's me before her [karina] by @uchinagai

idol!jimin x actress!fem!reader | genre ・ smau + written , wlw fluff , idol au, y/n is in huge denial, strangers(?) to lovers, idol!karina, actress!y/n, idol!y/n, tiny bit of suggestive | status ・ ongoing!

summary ・ kim y/n, #1 soloist currently, known for other than just acting like out of this world and singing like an angel, is also known in the industry as 'flirt' among female idols. a certain world wide idol, got her attention on her, but little did she know, there was another one, more desperate and in love with her before the global it girl.

notes ・ if you guys have more aespa smau that you guys like it, pls send me! i'd really love more aespa fanfics to read!

[wosospacegirl]

Come sit - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Aggie’s gaming. Y/n's on her lap. Fingers are busy, mouths are busier, and winning means more than just scoring on screen. Turns out Aggie’s best skill might just be multitasking.

Warnings: (+18) SMUT. Aggie’s gaming, but her girlfriend is squirming in her lap--literally. Expect multitasking, casual dirty talk, teasing, and overstimulation. There’s a little power play, fingering and oral (r receiving), light marking, and soft aftercare (eventually).

Word count: 4.5k

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Aggie was in her element–legs spread wide in her gamer chair, controller in hand, blue headset on, eyes locked onto the screen.

She was talking shit in that charming way of hers, a smug little grin tugging at her lips as she racked up another kill.

What was she playing? Y/n had no idea; she just knew it had something to do with shooting. It didn’t matter, though, because Aggie knew enough for the two of them.

They had just gotten home from their training session, Y/n at Arsenal, Aggie at Chelsea. It was a routine for them now. They would get home, take a shower, make dinner together, fight for having to share the stove, make up, then eat and relax.

What would change sometimes was the relaxing part.

Sometimes it would look like just falling into bed immediately after washing the dishes–with Aggie being the little spoon, of course. Other times, they would just rot on the couch together.

But sometimes it looked like this: Aggie was playing on her little game–she hated it when Y/n called it that–while Y/n did other stuff, like reading or practising piano.

Y/n leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her girlfriend with a lazy smile, admiring her side profile and thinking how much she wanted to kiss the little frown on her forehead.

“You look ridiculous,” Y/n said. “This headphone is way too big for your head.”

Aggie turned, didn’t even miss a beat in her game. “You were the one who bought it in the wrong size, baby.”

“And you didn’t want to return it.”

“Because it’s comfortable,” she said, mashing buttons. “But you know what’d be more comfortable?”

“Huh?” Y/n said, smiling, already growing on her face.

Aggie jerked her chin toward her lap. “You. Come sit.”

Y/n didn’t hesitate. She padded over in just a hoodie and underwear, climbed into Aggie’s lap, settling sideways so she could loop her arms around Aggie’s shoulders.

Aggie barely adjusted. She just shifted the controller slightly and tucked her chin onto Y/n’s shoulder, letting her fingers fly across the buttons.

“You look obsessed”, Y/n murmured, nose brushing to the side of Aggie’s face.

Aggie kissed her jaw, eyes still on the screen. “With the game or with you?”

Y/n hummed. “Mmm, both.”

“Fucking idiot, this one,” Aggie muttered at the screen. “Doesn’t even know how to play properly.”a

“It’s just a game,” Y/n said, pecking her cheek. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Aggie was silent for two whole seconds–Y/n counted. Eyes completely glued to her character on the scream, making him…fly?

“You relax me, though,” she finally said, picking up right where they left off.

They sat like that for a few minutes. Aggie’s hands were busy on the controller, but her body was soft beneath Y/n’s, warm and familiar.

They sat like that for a while.

Aggie’s hands were busy, her body warm. Every now and then, she would mutter at the screen or whisper, “You comfy?” whenever Y/n shifted in her lap.

It was innocent. Totally innocent.

Until it wasn’t.

Y/n shifted slightly to her right, adjusting so her hips didn’t nudge against the chair. Y/n's breath hitched as she felt a familiar heat begin to build within her as her hips pressed against Aggie’s thigh.

She stilled. Then shifted again, slower this time. As if testing the waters.

It felt good, warm. Then she did it again. Her cunt almost in contact with Aggie’s skin, if it wasn’t for the piece of underwear she was wearing.

Aggie’s eyes flicked toward her. Her hands faltered for just a second.

“Why are you moving so much, baby?” she asked in a low voice, but there was a teasing tone lying underneath it, as if she knew exactly what was on Y/n’s mind. “You're gonna make me die.”

Y/n froze like a deer in headlights.

She wasn’t usually shy about sex stuff—not with Aggie. But she also didn’t want to interrupt.

Or maybe she just liked it. Liked how casual it was. Maybe that’s what turned her on.

“Sorry–” She said, her voice slightly trembling. “Mm, it’s nothing.”

Aggie tilted her head, brushing her lips along the underside of Y/n’s jaw. “Liar,” she whispered softly. “You’re squirming.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable…like you said,” Y/n said, trying to explain herself without giving too much away.

“Hm,” Aggie let the controller dangle against her leg as her hand slid up the back of Y/n’s hoodie, fingers tracing over her spine. “Feels like you’re trying to distract me.”

Y/n leaned back just a little, enough to catch Aggie’s eye and pressed her back even more into Aggie’s chest. “I wouldn't do that.”

Aggie’s smirk deepened. She leaned in and kissed Y/n’s neck slowly and deliberately, leaving a wet trail behind.

Y/n exhaled shakily.

“I could ignore it,” Aggie murmured, dragging her lips lower. “Keep playing. Let you keep grinding on my lap like this, all needy and desperate.”

Y/n whimpered, hips shifting again, this time not so subtly. “Don’t be mean.”

Aggie groaned softly, her grip tightening on Y/n’s waist. “Fuck. You’re so obvious, baby.”

Y/n turned her head, caught her mouth in a kiss, messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and breath. Aggie turned fully in the chair, pulling Y/n into her with both hands.

Y/n gasped as Aggie’s hand found her ribs, right under her breast. The skin was soft, delicate to the touch.

“Still want me to keep playing?” Aggie asked, voice all rough and smug. “Or do you want me to put the controller down and take care of you?”

Y/n shook her head quickly, already breathless. “I-I think I want you to do both”

“Both?” Aggie grinned. “You want me to get you off while I play, pretty girl?”

Y/n nodded, cheeks pink. “Yes.”

Aggie smirked.

“Then just relax for me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Y/n thought maybe Aggie was going to make her do it all on her own. Just grind on her lap until she came, all whiny and desperate.

But then, Aggie began moving the joystick and pushing the button with one hand as her free hand cupped around Y/n’s breast, pinching her nipples.

“Mm, feels good,” Y/n moaned as another jolt of pleasure ran through her body. She pressed her chest into Aggie's hands, as she grinding her hips more against Aggie’s tight, feeling the friction against her clit. “I want you, please?”

“Shh–I need to concentrate, baby,” Aggie said in a husky voice, biting the side of Y/n’s neck, making the girl squirm even more. “Be good for me, yeah?”

Aggie’s hand left her breast, it slid down, her finger tracing a path down Y/n’s stomach and then thigh. Her finger found the soaked fabric of Y/n’s underwear.

“So wet and I barely touched you,” Aggie said, but her tone was now casual, as she turned to the TV, playing the game and moving the joystick with ease, as if she didn’t have a girl rutting into her.

Y/n's breath hitched, her face hot. Aggie moved the controller with one hand while the other pushed beneath her underwear, fingers brushing between her folds, teasing, barely there.

First, Aggie touched the inner side of her tight, barely touching her where she needed the most. The anticipation was building as she waited for Aggie to make her move, to stop all the teasing.

Then she slid two fingers inside, very slowly, her thumb brushing Y/n’s clit in lazy, practiced circles.

Her touch was sending a jolt of pleasure through Y/n's body. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into Aggie's touch.

“You’re lucky I’m good at multitasking,” Aggie said, a cocky grin on her face. “ Or I’d have you begging for me already–I don’t think you could make yourself cum just from grinding against my leg.”

Aggie's fingers moved inside of her so easily, her thumb finding Y/n's clit and circling it in a way that made Y/n's toes curl. It was slow, precise, almost technical.

Aggie had done that a lot of times to Y/n–not while she was playing thought, but she knew Y/n’s cunt enough that she didn’t even have to look at what she was doing, or even stared at the girls face, the littles sobs she was letting out right below Aggie’s ear was enough.

Y/n's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Aggie thrusted her finger against Y/n’s tight walls, nudging at a spongy spot, making Y/ns contract against her fingers.

Aggie adjusted her aim in-game, thumb twitching over the joystick while her other hand curled just right inside Y/n. Deadly precision on both fronts. “If I lose, I’m blaming it on how fucking good your cunt feels, not my aim.”

And then, like the tease Aggie is, she paused mid-finger-thrust only to reload her weapon in the game and resume like she hadn't just left Y/n panting.

Aggie was going fast now, and Y/n could feel herself getting closer, the pleasure building with each stroke of Aggie's fingers. She gripped the arms of the chair, her nails digging into it as she tried to hold on, to stay focused and enjoy it more.

“You like that, don't you?” Aggie whispered into Y/n's ear, her voice low and husky. “Getting fucked while I play?”

Y/n could only moan in response, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel Aggie's fingers moving inside her, and could feel the pressure building. She was so close, so close to the edge.

“Look at you squirming just from my fingers. You love being my little distraction, don’t you?”

Aggie's breath was on her neck, her teeth grazing her skin. It was too much, too much to handle.

“You’re so wet, lovie,” Aggie whispered on Y/n’s neck. “That’s what I do to you? You’re not cumming until I get this kill, so be a good girl and take it.”

Y/n bit her lips, rolling her eyes.

“Too cocky,” Y/n gasped, squirming as Aggie hit that spot again.

“I’m confident, there’s a difference,” Aggie said, moving the joystick faster.

Aggie continued to finger her more intensely each time, especially when her character in the game was face to face with the enemy.

Aggie’s thumb flicked expertly, both on the controller and on Y/n’s clit, like it was no big deal she was doing both.

“Dripping just from a few touches,” Aggie murmured, her tone way too casual for someone with their fingers deep inside her girlfriend. “You get needy just from sitting in my lap?”

“Stop teasing me like that,” Y/n said, cheeks red.

“Why? Don't like it?” Aggie asked as she thrusted even further into Y/n’s cunt. “She likes it though, can feel her asking for more.”

Aggie’s fingers worked her harder now, it was like she was trying to sync it–combat and fingering..

When Aggie touched her clit faster, Y/n's body trembled as she felt an orgasm building stronger this time.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Wanna feel you fall apart right here, in my lap.” Aggie said, kissing Y/n’s cheek, feeling the saltiness of her sweat on the girl's skin.

Y/n’s moans grew louder, breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally came, her body shaking in Aggie’s lap.

Aggie didn’t stop, her fingers slowing only as Y/n slumped against her, spent and trembling. But the second Y/n whimpered again, pressing her hips forward, Aggie’s touch sharpened.

“Please don’t stop. Please–fuck–just like that.” Y/n gasped, voice breaking, high on the rush of it, on how Aggie took her higher and stayed there with her.

Aggie hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating against Y/n’s back.

“Still so needy?” she murmured, dragging her fingers in that same perfect rhythm. “Didn’t I just make you come?”

Y/n couldn’t answer; she just let out a strangled noise, legs shaking.

Then, Y/n's body went completely limp, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the orgasm left her with only a warm feeling on her whole body.

Aggie grinned, her fingers still moving inside Y/n. She could feel Y/n's body clenching around her, and could feel the wetness coating her fingers.

Y/n’s heartbeat was rapid and erratic against her chest. The tension on Y/n’s body draining, and being replaced by a well-known satisfaction.

Aggie continued to play the game, her fingers still moving inside Y/n. She was focused, determined to finish the level. Her eyes never left the screen. The only proof she was doing anything was the slick, obscene sound of her fingers inside Y/n and the flush painting on her cheeks.

Y/n held her wrist shakily. “Please,” she whispered, leaning her head back into Aggie's chest. “Too much.”

Aggie slowed the movements of her fingers, her touch becoming gentle as she caressed Y/n's sensitive skin, until she wasn't moving anymore, but still leaving her finger inside.

Y/n looked up at Aggie, her eyes shining with something Aggie could only describe as adoration.

Aggie smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Feeling better now, lovie?"

Y/n blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Uhum, thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aggie leaned down, her lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "Good," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "Because I'm not done with the game yet."

Aggie gently took her finger’s off of Y/n’s cunt and placed them on her mouth, eyes still on the tv, her other hand very much controlling the game.

“Clean them,” Aggie said, tapping at Y/n's inner lips.

Y/n opened her mouth without question, sucking them in as Aggie’s other hand returned to the controller.

As Aggie continued to play the game, her fingers gently tucked inside Y/n’s mouth.

It helped Y/n somehow. With her mouth occupied, she could breathe in and out of her nose, she could calm down–relax. All while watching Aggie game.

Y/n relaxed against her chest, her mouth busy, her body still tingling as she listened to the soft clicks of the controller.

Y/n was focused on watching Aggie, she didn’t realise when the girl quickly set the controller aside and brought her hand to Y/n’s chin, cleaning her face.

“You’re drooling all over me, baby,” Aggie said. “Got my finger in your mouth, my tights are all wet because of your cunt, what now, huh? My messy girl,”

Y/n said nothing, just kept on sucking Aggies’s finger’s more, it was like it was grounding her, keeping her still.

Aggie dropped her controller onto the desk with a lazy little smirk. “Victory,” she hummed, looking way too pleased with herself.

Her fingers were still lazily inside Y/n, just the tips curling every now and then like she was playing a second game on the girl’s tongue. “Right. That’s enough, baby. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

Y/n let out a soft, breathy whine, small and stubborn, shaking her head against Aggie’s shoulder.

Her mouth was still full of Aggie’s fingers, wet and suckling like she needed them to stay put. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt the tiniest shift of pressure again, like Aggie was testing how far she'd go just to keep her quiet.

Aggie chuckled under her breath, voice low. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, brushing her lips to Y/n’s temple. “I’m not asking, lovie. I’m telling you.”

She slowly pulled her fingers from Y/n’s mouth with a wet little pop and brought them to her own lips, tasting without shame. “Mmm,” she grinned, locking eyes with Y/n. “I can still taste your cunt.”

Y/n flushed instantly, body jolting with another quiet whimper, and Aggie just shook her head, affectionate but smug. “Go on, then,” she said, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s overheated forehead. “Bed. Now. I’m coming right behind you.”

Y/n staggered up, legs still trembling, grumbling something that barely sounded like English, and padded off down the hallway in nothing but her hoodie and a dazed, fucked-out haze.

Aggie took her time. Shut off the monitor. Pushed her chair back. Stretched, like she hadn’t just had a warm, painting girl in her lap five minutes ago.

She pulled her hoodie off slowly, dropped it onto the floor, and padded over to the bed. Aggie showed up five minutes later–the lights were already off, and Aggie wasn’t wearing any shirts.

Aggie got on the bed and wrapped her arm around Y/n’s waist, tugging her close until there was no space left between them. Her voice was lazy and smug at the same time.

“I could do this all day,” she murmured, nuzzling into the back of Y/n’s neck. “Win a game, wreck my girl, rinse and repeat.”

Y/n let out a tiny noise, barely above a whisper; it was her first real sound in what felt like hours. “You didn’t even pause the game…”

Aggie grinned against her skin. “Hmm,” she hummed, nosing at Y/n’s hairline. “Look at my girl talking, huh? Missed your voice.”

Aggie kissed her neck once, then again, slower, mouth open now.

Her teeth scraped gently at the skin just beneath Y/n’s ear before she sucked a little mark into place, proud and possessive.

“I think I wanna taste you,” she whispered. “Would you let me?”

Y/n didn’t even hesitate. “Uhm–please.”

Aggie chuckled, her fingers already sliding lower. “Of course you would,” she purred, her voice thick. “My pretty girl always lets me.”

By the time she crawled up between Y/n’s legs, Y/n’s thighs were already trembling. Aggie ran her palms up them, soothing but firm.

“Still so worked up,” she murmured, smiling. “You’ve been quiet all night, baby. But I can feel how loud you are right here.”

“Still so wet.” She pressed a thumb against the soaked fabric between Y/n’s legs, teasing, slowly.

“Please, Aggie…”

Aggie leaned down, kissed her inner thigh, then the other. “Mm, I love when you beg. But right now I wanna take my time.”

She peeled Y/n’s underwear down and off, and dropped them somewhere without looking.

Then she settled between Y/n’s legs like she belonged there. Like this was just part of her routine…beat the final boss, make her girl come on her tongue.

Casual Tuesday night date.

When her mouth finally touched Y/n’s cunt, it was soft. Slow. Like she was savouring a dessert, which in some way she was.

A low moan slipped from Aggie’s throat, and she murmured directly into her core. “fuck, you taste like heaven–so sweet.”

Y/n's hands flew to Aggie’s hair, not pulling, just needing something to hold onto as her hips arched off the bed.

“Right there, baby–” Y/n moaned.

Aggie didn’t stop. Her mouth was slow but steady, her tongue confident, moving in a rhythm that made Y/n’s whole body tense, then tremble.

Aggie paused only once to murmur, “How many times do you think I can make you come?”

Y/n couldn’t even answer. Just whimpered, back arching.

Aggie grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then she went back in.

It felt like hours to Y/n, but mere seconds to Aggie.

Y/n was trembling, legs shaky and spent, but there was still something wild in her eyes–something stubborn, like she didn’t want the night to end on her back.

Aggie had made her come twice without breaking a sweat, and it was driving her insane. She wanted to give it back as well.

So when Aggie finally pulled back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand like it was casual–like she hadn’t just turned Y/n into a puddle, Y/n surged forward.

She pushed at Aggie’s shoulders.“My turn.”

Aggie blinked, surprised, but only for a second. Then her smile curled into something devastating.

“Oh?” she said, raising a brow, letting herself be pushed halfway onto her back, arms bracing behind her. “Look at you, getting all bold on me.”

Y/n straddled her lap clumsily, trying to pull off Aggie’s shorts, but her fingers were shaking too much to get a grip, her mind too dizzy. “Let me… just–”

Aggie laughed, low and warm, letting her tug, but not moving to help. “You’re cute when you try to take control,” she murmured, leaning in to nip at Y/n’s jaw. “But sweetheart…”

And then she flipped them, fast, dominant, but also sweetly.

One hand on Y/n’s thigh, one on her wrist, pinning her right back into the mattress like she weighed nothing.

“...I’m not done with you yet.”

Y/n gasped, her breath caught in her throat. She tried to push up again, but Aggie just held her there, so gently firm.

“Mm.” Aggie kissed down her neck, tongue flicking against the spot she’d already marked earlier. “You think you’ve got the energy to handle me, love, after all the times I’ve already made you come?"

Y/n squirmed, biting her lip, trying not to moan at how easily Aggie kept her down. “I could try–I just…wanted to be on top.”

Aggie smirked against her collarbone.

“Oh, I know you want to. But right now?” She slid two fingers down between them, found Y/n’s cunt again, grinning at the way her hips jerked. “You’re not calling the shots yet, baby.”

She kissed her. Deep and slow, fingers teasing but not giving in. “Maybe after one more.”

Y/n whined into her mouth.

Aggie smiled. “Yeah. Just like that.”

..

Morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, catching in the tangled mess of limbs on the bed. Y/n groaned quietly, face buried in a pillow, hair sticking up in every direction possible.

Aggie was already awake. Lying beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with this mix of soft awe and growing panic.

Because…fuck.

Aggie had made Y/n come three more times. Three. And then Y/n had passed out immediately, boneless and mumbling something that sounded like ‘don’t move me.’

And Aggie... didn’t move her. She didn’t clean her up, didn’t get her water, didn’t even offer a sandwich or something for her to eat. She just fell asleep next to her like a selfish asshole.

Now Y/n was still sprawled out, looking both peaceful and totally wrecked, and Aggie felt like she needed…to write a formal apology? Maybe?

She reached out gently, brushing a hand down Y/n’s back.

“Baby,” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

Y/n made a noise that was half grunt, half growl, shoving her face deeper into the pillow, ignoring Aggie completely.

Aggie smiled.“Okay, so that’s a yes.”

Another muffled groan came from Y/n.

“I’m sorry,” Aggie said softly, dragging her fingertips along Y/n’s hip,

“I should have gotten you water, snacks–or–I don’t know..wiped you down like a decent person.”

“Mmh.” Y/n shifted an inch and then flopped dramatically back into place. “Why are you talking in my ear?”

“Because I’m worried about you, lovie.” Aggie grinned.

Y/n cracked one eye open. “It’s 6 a.m.”

“You didn’t pee, you didn’t eat, and I’m pretty sure your legs were shaking even in your sleep,” Aggie said seriously. “Wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I was sleeping.”

“Do you want a shower?” Aggie offered. “I’ll carry you. Like a princess. Then I’ll make you toast and orange juice and…or you prefer pancakes?”

“Shut up,” Y/n said. “You’re so annoying with aftercare–or whatever, I just want to sleep.” She reached out and tried to slap Aggie’s arm.

Aggie caught her hand and kissed her knuckles, totally unbothered. “I could’ve at least given you a banana or something.”

“Stop talking about bananas,” Y/n groaned. “Stop talking, period.”

Aggie pressed a kiss to her temple. “Fine. But you’re eating something in like–10 minutes, I’m not kidding.”

Y/n mumbled something too incoherent to translate, and Aggie just smiled, curling around her, hand smoothing over her stomach.

“Do you still love me?” Aggie whispered. “Even if I’m a terrible post-sex girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Y/n muttered, barely awake, while she waved Aggie off and buried herself deeper into her chest.

Y/n said, barely awake, muttered, and buried herself deeper into Aggie’s chest.

Aggie kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’ll earn forgiveness with breakfast.”

Aggie was true to her word.

Exactly ten minutes she gently nudged Y/n awake again, a banana held up to Y/n's face like it was a gourmet offering alongside a glass of water.

Y/n sat up with the enthusiasm of a corpse, eyes still closed, hair a tangled mess. She took the banana from Aggie's hands and took small bites of it, her face still set in a frown.

“That’s my good girl,” Aggie said, smiling.

Y/n mumbled something like 'Never calling me that again.'

Then Aggie made her drink the whole glass of water. She even wanted Y/n to drink more, but the girl was already full.

Y/n finished her banana and lazily rubbed her eyes. She needed to start the day. She swung her legs off to the side of the bed.

And then she really woke up.

Her eyes shot open. “Oh bloody hell.”

Aggie flinched. “What? What?!”

“My thighs–what the fuck.” Y/n tried to stand but instantly sat back down. “They are burning”

Aggie’s face dropped.

“Oh, shit. What leg? Both legs? Was I too rough?”

Y/n gave her a death glare. “My fucking hamstrings, Agnes. You kept them–” She waved vaguely in the air. “--up on your shoulder.”

Aggie suddenly looked like she had committed war crimes.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking–I should’ve stretched you out after or…or, hm, maybe massaged you or–shit, you have training today, don’t you?”

“In two hours,” Y/n said flatly.

Aggie’s whole body deflated. “I’m sorry!”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to murder you.”

“No, you’re not,” Aggie said softly, cupping her cheek with one hand and smoothing her hair with the other.

“You are going to drink more water, and maybe eat another banana–because potassium– and then I’ll massage your poor thighs and tell you how pretty you sounded every time I got a headshot.”

Y/n stared at her. Aggie was going crazy, she was sure.

“That’s not a normal sentence, you freak.”

“I’m panicking,” Aggie said miserably, resting her forehead against Y/n’s knee. “I didn’t mean to injure you.”

Y/n carded her fingers through Aggie’s hair, softening a bit, seeing that Aggie really looked guilty. “You didn’t injure me, you just… overachieved.”

Aggie looked up at her. “I should’ve given you a protein shake before you fell asleep.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Y/n said fondly.

“I love you,” Aggie whispered. “Please don’t go to training and tell everyone I… broke your pelvis?”

“No promises.”

Aggie gasped.

Y/n grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “Massage gun is in the bottom drawer. You have twenty minutes to earn forgiveness.”

Aggie was already moving. “I will never take your thighs for granted again.”

..

a/n: I spent the night awake trying to write this little thing because I was obsessed.

Hope you guys like it!! pls pls pls let me know what u think!!

[softsunnyy]

🚨willmack (threesome), mentions of them cumming inside you, masturbation, oral sex, both at the same time, betting, being fucked stupid by your boys, who have a lot of energy, and i think that's all 🚨

poorly written

“if we both score at least one goal each today… you’ll let us use you,” Will proposed. You nearly choked on your coffee, feeling your cheeks flush. You looked at Macklin for help, but he just stared at you, attentive to your answer. You knew then that only you were surprised by the proposal, so you looked back at Will.

“sorry, what?” you said, setting your coffee aside, resting your arms on the counter, leaning in to look at him more closely. Mack’s eyes dropped to your tits, peeking out from under your shirt, as if you wanted him to see them.

“i have a feeling we’ll both score goals today, so what better way to celebrate?” he said, smiling, and you looked at him, amused, surprised, but also interested.

there had always been flirtations between the three of you; you and Macklin had even kissed, but it had never gone that far, and the intrigue was beginning to reach you. You wonder if they're capable of keeping their word.

“okay, if you can do it, i'll be free use for you,” you say, closing the deal. Your response brought a huge smile to their faces, motivating them.

that same night, you stared at the scoreboard with your mouth open, unable to believe your eyes.

not only did they both score. Macklin had pulled a fucking hat trick. As if it hadn't cost them anything. As if they truly yearned for it so much they'd do anything to have you.

you start to feel hot, knowing what's coming. Your mind floods with ideas, with scenarios. You start to feel desperate when you see the game isn't over yet, and you resist the urge to whimper when the camera focuses on them. And they´re laughing and talking on the bench. It's like they know you're watching, impressed, and that boosts their egos.

you see Macklin smile, then spit on the ice. Will's eyes follow every move, then repeat the action.

the commentators praise your guys, and it only makes you feel more needy. They keep talking about stats, how good they are, and the great future they have ahead of them if they keep playing this way. And you're so proud of them that you'd let them do whatever they wanted to you, you don't even care. Your pelvis jerks unconsciously, making you rub against the couch, the heat becoming more unbearable, your face burning. It's like everyone is turning against you, mocking the fate that awaits you.

you see Will take a hand out of his glove, fixing his hair. His veins are prominent, his hair messy. You see him laughing with his teammates, with a different glow, eager to end the game and receive what he's earned.

Macklin looks so big, you see him sip from the water bottle, and your eyes travel to his throat, paying attention to the movement, seeing his white skin, yearning to leave a trail of bites, of marks.

you can't help it; you wanna reward them, you want them to receive the best attention for being so good. You'd do anything for them, because they earned it, because they put that much effort for you, to be able to touch you, to be able to make progress with you.

it doesn't take long for you to start undressing, your mind clouded with ideas, thoughts of them, until you're naked on your couch, your legs spread, exposing your pussy. You're grateful they're focused on them all the time, because their faces on the screen make everything easier. Your fingers are quick, sliding between your folds, rubbing your clit, overstimulating yourself.

your hand moves faster and faster, applying the pressure you know you like, while your other hand plays with your tits. You know how it is. It's not the first time you've touched yourself while watching one of their games, thinking about them, imagining a thousand scenarios after the flirting, the glances.

and yet, you need them. You need them there with you

you slide two fingers into your pussy, stretching your walls, preparing you for them, putting your fingers deep inside you. You're rough, fast, moving them with precision, whimpering their names.

you imagine they're Mack's big fingers, and that Will is the one touching your tits. You wanna feel them, you wanna know what it feels like to have both of their cocks inside of you, taking over your body, doing all the things they've promised you, all the things they've bragged about.

you want them to touch you, you know they'll be gentle, because they're always like that with you, but you want their cocks to use you.

you want them, making comments, like the ones that make you nervous in public.

the game ends when you start to feel the tingling, the familiar knot. You start sliding your fingers faster. You torture yourself, and when you cum, it's loud, your fluids wetting your inner thighs.

you leave small slaps on your pussy, causing your fluids to squirt everywhere as you start rubbing your clit, overstimulating yourself, making you arch your back and your pelvis try to move away.

you don't even know how much time has passed, but you hear them open the door with the key you gave them earlier that morning.

the two of them stand there for a moment, frozen, watching the scene before them. The smell of your arousal fills the room, and they can hear the wet sound of your pussy, along with your desperate whimpers.

they wonder how many times you've cum, but that's forgotten when you look at them, your eyes glassy, your mouth open.

Will is the first to approach, standing in front of you, making you look up at him, feeling small. His gaze is intimidating, making your breath catch. You stop touching your pussy to give him your full attention, and he can see how your body continues to move unconsciously, searching for the lost contact.

he takes your chin, leaning down, joining his mouth with yours, kissing you, devouring your mouth. Macklin reacts, and begins to unbutton his pants as he approaches, then removes his shirt, revealing his big, tempting body. He comes up behind the couch, placing his hands on your shoulders, pretending to move down to your tits.

on the tv, he can see that you were watching them, and a feeling of pride forms in his chest. You'd started touching yourself while watching them.

god, he wants to forget the delicacy just thinking about that.

Will pulls away from you, resisting the urge to kiss you again. With his hands, he helps you stand, your legs trembling, still spasming, almost numb. You watch them look at each other, then he turn you around. Will had you rest your knees on the couch, leaning forward on the backrest, your head level with Mack's dick, while Will positioned himself behind you.

Macklin caresses one of your cheeks and lets you help him pull down his pants and then his underwear, freeing his cock under your hungry gaze. Will quickly removed his clothes, but didn't immediately approach your pussy, not as you expected, at least.

it was when you licked Mack's cock from base to tip that you felt Will's tongue in your pussy, tasting your juices, wandering between your folds. The addictive taste, he couldn't help it; he started devouring you, sucking, licking. Overstimulating your poor clit, making you moan against Macklin's cock, who whimpered, sensitive from how hard his cock was.

Will lingered, listening to your pleas, your whimpers, feeling the ache from how hard his dick is.

it's an interesting scene, with him kneeling behind you, his hands roaming over your body, leaving red marks from how hard his fingers grip your skin, while you try to swallow Mack's cock, trying to be good for him, and trying to resist, knowing that you´re gagging.

Macklin whimpers, his hands shaking a little, but one of them tangles in your hair, pulling you closer, forgetting the size of his cock for a moment, making you choke, your nose brushing against his pelvis as he moves, sliding, exploring your mouth, your heat, and feeling your drool reach his base, staining your chin and causing drops to roll down his tense thighs after the game.

Will moves his tongue expertly, swallowing your juices, seeing your red pussy, your swollen clit. He feels your legs tremble, and his cock aches, wanting your pussy, feel your warmth, feel your walls tighten around him.

they didn't expect the action to start so soon. God, they didn't even know it would actually happen, even though deep down they wanted it so bad. So walking in, seeing you ready for them, so eager and proud of the performance they'd shown... was one of the best surprises. They can't let you down now.

and you try, you try to resist, even though your throat hurts, you're gagging, and you know your voice will be funny later. You can feel the weight of Mack's cock on your tongue, and it's so heavy, hot, and big. Your jaw starts to go numb from the effort, and you start moving on automatic. You want to swallow his cum, feel it slide down your throat, like it's the cure, your reward for a job well done, while you feel another knot begin to form in your lower abdomen, the product of Will, who eats you like you're his last meal.

your legs tremble, they spasm violently, and Will can see your hole throbbing just before you cum, filling his mouth, sending drops running down his chin, making a path down his neck. And he keeps going, not caring how sensitive you are and how you try to pull away. His hands keep you still while he cleans you, swallowing every drop until there's nothing left. And then he stands up, watching you eat his friend, so hungry.

god, he wants to live that experience too.

and Macklin barely resists; he doesn't even know how he does it. Maybe it's how much he wants to stay inside you, but he keeps moving, keeps thrusting, filling you, making your moans die against his skin, sending vibrations through his cock that only make his life more complicated.

Will positions himself behind you, aligning the tip of his cock against your hole, your eyes become glassy again as you feel him begin to slide inside your walls, stretching you. And he's bigger than you thought; you feel like he's splitting you, like he's not going to fit, and you didn't expect that. You pull Mack's cock out of your mouth and moan, trying to grip his thighs, digging your nails in. And he sees a string of drool still connecting his tip to your mouth, making him have to stifle a moan.

your walls squeeze him, welcoming him like a new home, and he has to be patient, giving you a moment to recover while he tries not to come right there, feeling on the edge just from the way you´re so tight, so hot, and how good you feel, like you were made for him.

when your body unconsciously moves back, he knows he can start moving, so he does, first sliding slowly in and out, while you slowly resume your actions with Mack, returning your attention to his cock.

the pace slowly begins to increase, and the position makes you feel Will everywhere. He moves fast, hard, and you try to muffle your moans by using Mack, but it's getting harder. And Mack, oh, my sweet boy, feels like he's going to cry. Every time he's been on the verge of cumming, you take his dick out of your mouth to moan, as if you didn't want to give him the pleasure, as if you enjoyed making him suffer like this, while Will takes care of destroying you.

the sound is obscene, your pussy filled by a cock, his body slamming into yours, making your ass turn red. And your fluids make a mess, staining your body, leaving trails of drool and dried arousal on your skin, as well as on your boys' skin.

your mind is foggy, you feel dizzy, a little lightheaded, your eyes want to close on their own, and loud moans come from your mouth, frustrating Mack.

Will notices the situation and knows what he must do.

“baby, you're not helping Mack. Come on, look how ready he is for you, or you don´t want him?” his words make your eyes widen, and you try to return to your task, but it's so difficult that you whimper, frustrated, aroused, with fat, hot tears falling down your cheeks because you wanna be good for him.

“you’re leaving us no choice,” Will says, looking at his friend, communicating with him silently, knowing they’re both thinking the same thing. As always.

you feel him slide out of you, making you feel so empty, and you whimper, begging, pleading for forgiveness, trying to keep the fun going, until his hands take you and move you to his liking. He lies down on the couch and has you sit on his lap, facing him, resting your hands on his chest as you feel his hot cock pressed against your wet pussy. That's enough to distract you, not noticing Mack walk over to stand behind you, waiting.

soon you're back on Will's cock, and this time you feel him even deeper, making a small bulge form in your belly. You try to move, to ride him, but big hands push you forward, pressing your tits against Will's chest and making it impossible for you to move much.

"ready, babe?," you heard Macklin say, but you're too fucked up, not fully understanding what he's talking about. You're quieter, more lost. You had cum a couple of times before they arrived, leaving you fucked stupid.

it's then that you feel pressure on your pussy, in the same hole Will is using, and your eyes fill with tears, your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You feel his cock slide in, and it's big, even more, and it stretches your walls too far. And you suffocate them, both of them. Their cocks together inside you, not moving yet, but making you feel shattered, broken, completely lost now.

Will tries to kiss you to distract you, but he can feel your tears until you try to move on your own. Macklin takes this as a good sign and begins to slide in, very slowly, carefully at first. His hands caress your back, feeling how it's still quite difficult to move inside you.

they're patient, letting you get used to it, letting your pussy open wider for them, to welcome them home. The sensation is better than they expected. It's addictive. And oh, they don't think they'll ever forget it now. You're gonna have to get used to it.

your pussy is gonna have to get used to it.

because they don't need to make bets anymore. They both know they'll keep coming back to you, asking for more, wanting to bury themselves in your pussy, in your walls, whether together or separately.

they're gonna mark you, they're gonna take over your body, and you won't be able to forget that pair, no matter what.

they're just getting started now, the night is long, but you already feel broken by the way they move inside you, and they don't care. They're young, they have energy, stamina. They're gonna use your body until you can't take it anymore, and they'll cum inside your walls until there's no more room, until both of their loads join together and create white rings at their bases.

they're gonna cum inside you again and again, because that's part of the deal... right?

oh, how did you go from flirting to this? none of you three know, but are you going to complain? of course not.

you just hope that tomorrow you can get out of bed.

[k-aemi]

hii! i luv ur writing, its so chefs kiss <3. could u write one wheres its like itoshi brothers and their little sister. wheres shes been manipulated and coerced into doing these things. ITS OKAY IF U DONT DO IT. ily -_-

itoshi sae & itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ listen to nii chan sis.

smut, dub/non, double penetration, squirt, corruption, slapping, blood, step/incest, view it how you want.

part 2

growing up with the itoshi brothers was not what others expected it to be. you loved football like they did! you know how the younger ones always wanted to do what their older sibling does? yeah thats what happened. when sae took you to his football games, and seeing rin join in soon, it motivated you to be just like them! youll be the third best striker aside sae and rin!

having football as your hobby now, that was pretty much all you knew about growing up. you knew nothing else about how the world actually works plus the fact youre rarely on the internet since youre busy practicing to better your football skills! becoming very unaware of your surroundings or situations at times. which the brothers may or may not take advantage of. (which they do).

of course football is your hobby and you loved it, but you lacked the skill for it. rin and sae were naturals, but guess the talent didnt fall onto you. but its okay! sae says hell teach you some tricks if you just do little favors for him. rin tells you that hell help train your body. your nii chans are the best arent they?

the brothers just think its so cute to see such a meek and timid girl strive to be the best striker when you cant even do such simple tasks on your own. you cant even dribble or aim properly, how can you expect to be the best? but youre their sweet little imouto, of course theyll just play into your silly delusions<3

"if you wanna be the best, you gotta maintain focus okay 'mouto?" rin rubs your clit in a circular motion with his thumb as hes between your legs. youre bare and it gets hard to breathe. you didnt even know what you were feeling right now, what is this feeling? does it hurt? does it feel good? you cant tell.

saes behind you, marking you up on your neck. he press kisses and bites on it which makes you whimper. was this really the training of becoming the best..?

"c-cant too much rin-nii.." you moaned out and he can only coo you. "shh...you cant become the best like this y'know..? cmon...ill start easy yeah?" you nod as you squirm under his touch. you want him to stop because this feeling is weird, but youll be the best if you endure this!

"how many positions are there, and what are the positions called.." he let out a breath on your stimulated clit and your body twitches. Sae continued to kiss your neck to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body. "T-theres...eleven positions...goalkeeper, defenders, midfielders, and forwards-!" rin licks the sensitive bud.

"good good...now which player has scored the most goals during the World Cup." huh..? you dont know! the only football players you knew were your brothers...no one else. rin laps at your bud, sucking and licking at it. "a-ah! r-rin stop!" your hand fists his hair out of pure instinct while sae grips your chin to face your teary eyes.

"answer 'mouto." his gaze pierces at your eyes. "but rin-nii keeps making me f-feel weird sae..." you cried out, your tears threatening to spill and your drool drips from your lips. rin only continues to suck your overly stimulated bud and you feel something stir up in your stomach.

you yelp in pain as you feel your clit being slapped. not too harsh, but enough for you to feel something. "you losin' focus mouto." he clicks his tongue as he rubs your thigh, occasionally squishing the soft flesh.

"on to the next lesson." sae drowns you in kisses before leaning back. "on your stomach." he commands with his stern tone. you can only comply, this training sure is tough...the methods might be weird but, guess its what it takes to become the best.

turning onto your stomach, facing saes crotch now as you felt light slaps on your ass from rin, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress any noises from your mouth. sae caresses your cheeks, eyeing at your innocent looking eyes, oblivious to the situation youre in right now. anyone normal would see this as a wrongdoing, but not you. hes glad youre fuckin' stupid for your age.

saes hand trail to his crotch, unzipping the pants, exposing his hardened cock as it springs to life hitting your cheek. you can smell the stench coming from it the sight of it intimidated you. "next, you have to know how to handle when two defenders are on you if youre by yourself." he grabs your head and his free hand with his cock, slapping it repeatedly on your cheek.

he loved hearing the little grunts eliciting from your mouth and you maybe saw a little smirk to him or were you imagining it? "got it 'mouto?" hearing your lack of response he clarifies himself again. you nod, not knowing what youre getting yourself into. if this was the training to become the best, youre not sure if you wanna continue.

meanwhile rin took out his stiff cock, rubbing the shaft between your buttocks while he grips your hips. the way it rubbed on your ass had this...weird sensation...? it didnt feel...bad you suppose but it still felt weird.

"open." youre brought back to reality from saes stern voice. your mouth just lightly propped open but his pink tip is already intruding your mouth-! your eyes shut from how big he was, you can only grip onto his thighs as his cock entered your throat, causing you to gag and cough. "breathe through your nose 'mouto." he grips your hair, forcing you to take his size.

it hurts. it hurts so much. your throat is burning, it itches. drool drip to the sheets and tears streamed down your cheeks. you tried your best but it gets hard to breathe. all your saliva slobbering over his dick, your crying, your drool, your weak helpless self makes sae twist something inside of him, just wanting to corrupt you more and more. he wants to use you to your limit and the same applies to rin.

moans filled the room from you and both the brothers. yours were muffled of course, youre stuffed full with sae-niis cock. the smell fills your nostrils and your nose hits his pelvis. you choke, how sae-nii expect you to take it all? your desperate tries to push him off were worthless, your nails digging crescents onto his thick thighs.

"youre doing so well right now 'mouto. youll become the best in no time." he cooed while caressing your head. "take it all okay?" he lets out a content sigh as he force one more thrust into you, coming inside your warm mouth. you feel the bitter taste of something gooey enter your mouth and it feels so gross. you have no choice but to be forced swallowing it.

rin continues to rub himself and get himself off of your ass, fastening his pace as hes near his end, cumming on your back and ass, and god the sight was heaven. you look so pretty covered in his cum<3 he wonders what itd be like to see your dumb pretty face cover in his cum.

"good job mouto." rin flushed his chest onto your back, you can feel his sweaty toned abs on you and the sticky cum on your back, it feels gross. everything about this does.

"a-are we done..? im tired..." you breathe out. sae can only shake his head. "just one more lesson. needa control your stamina okay? its pretty weak." sae lifts your chin up only to see your cute litte frown. "you needa run for about quite a while, how will you win if you cant keep up with running...?" rin coos you. but he was right...maybe just this last one youll endure once more.

but next thing you know, youre on top of rin-nii, sae-nii is behind you, slapping your ass. your body twitched and sae can only get off from the redness emitting from your ass and the way your body jerked from contact. he spreads your ass, seeing the way your tight hole pulses and your juices dripping onto rin.

"t-this is the last one right..?" rin caress your cheeks. "last one 'mouto." he grabs hold of your hips, lifting you up to align your hole with his cock. "her hymens still intact." sae leaves sweet kisses on your neck. hes fighting the urge to fuck your tight ass right now, but he knows itll be too much for you, hell teach you another time.

your only leverage was rins chest, pushing you down on his cock sure was a bit of a struggle, your eyes shut, it hurts, its like forcing your way into a forbidden place, not until rin uses more force to prop you down fully taking his cock in you. sae was quick to cover your mouth as you let out a bloodcurling scream.

it burns, it hurts. anything that falls under that category. you cry, its too much for you to take even. "r-rin-nii it hurts! take it out!" you claw his chest. he only shushs you, as he bottoms out in your gummy walls, god you were so tight and warm, it felt amazing, how could he stop? "shh, itll be okay soon...fuck 'mouto..." he breathes out while he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you cry. sniffles filled the room and they only continued when he starts thrusting upwards.

rins grip on your hips was so firm it probably left marks by now, but your cries and the blood he sees on his cock only encourages him further. "shes bleedin'" sae states, pushing you down to his chest, aligning himself in your hole. "wait your fuckin turn." rin continued thrusting up and youre left whimpering.

sae, ignoring rin, pushed himself in. the stretch didnt help at all. it only worsened your condition. you cant help but just cry, clawing at rins chest. he hisses but he cant blame you. you wanted this, you want to become to best, you must do what you must.

"s-sae-nii...hurts.." "i know..i know...just endure it for a bit okay?" the brothers start their thrusts, and youre left whining. this...this was the training you so longed for? you hate it. wasnt there any other way other than this!? you just cant help but let them do as they pleased...besides they were the experts, not you...what say do you have in this..?

"feel so fuckin' good 'mouto." sae-niis chest flushed against your back, nibbling your earlobe. you huffed, as fat tears fall onto rin-nii. "s-sae nii...i feel weird...in my stomach." you gasp when sae grabs hold of your chin, kissing you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

rin, so close to coming grabs hold of your ass, fastening his pace. if he knew you felt this good from the beginning he wouldnt have wasted any second. "cmon, come." he slaps the flesh, and you yelp in pain. sae releases his grip before slapping rins hand away to get a firm grip of your fat ass. roughing his pace as he was near his end.

you become dumb on their cock, your brain felt mushy, and you cant even form one coherent sentence. drool falls onto rin-nii and you dont even realize it yourself. youre at your limit, you cant take it anymore, you let yourself go, and squirt your sweet juices on both of your nii-chans cock.

not long after where they pull out to cum on your body. smell of sweat and cum fill the room, both you and rin catching up with your breathing, while sae looks like he didnt even break a sweat. rin rubs you ass again. "we gotta be consistent with your training okay?" kissing your forehead. what did he say...? it all sounds so muffled...he looks blurry. youre a bit tired, maybe youll take a nap.

a bit long sorry ^^. do you like my animation i did? >w< someone pls request kaiser nexttt

divider: puppizai, anitalenia

[neos127]

enhypen x fem!reader | brought the heat back

genre. toxic enha! established relationship + hcs cw. the boys are pretty toxic & manipulative notes. obv this isn’t how i believe they act irl! i was just inspired by bthb lyrics

heeseung . . . ‘why is he looking at you like that’, heeseung thought as the two of you were sitting in a cafe. to say he was a jealous person was an understatement— heeseung was very possessive. you were his and his only, why couldn’t people understand that.

“hee, calm down.” you mumbled, noticing the way he gripped the small coffee cup, the drink spilling onto his hand. heeseung sighed, letting you clean him up. as soon as you discarded the coffee covered wet wipe, heeseung immediately pulled you to his side, making you sit against him in the booth.

“heeseung…” you warned the boy, feeling his lips trace your neck. the man who had been looking at you prior looked away in embarrassment. you never really favored pda, but your possessive boyfriend certainly did.

“tell me that you’re mine. mine only.” he muttered in between kisses, causing you to blush furiously. you let out a nervous giggle before turning your head to meet heeseung’s eyes.

“i’m yours, always.”

jay . . . you were positive that jay’s arms hadn’t left your waist since you arrived at the party. whenever you two stood in a group, jay would stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder/head. any time a guy even glance at you, his grip would tighten. you had to stop jay from getting into a fight when a guy had approached you, trying to get you into one of the spare rooms.

jay had thrown his beer into the guy’s face, about to swing at his face before you pulled him away.

“jay…i was okay. i can handle myself.” you sighed as the two of you sat on the front lawn, waiting for his best friend to pick you both up.

“i know but, you’re my girl. they don’t even deserve to have the pleasure of looking at you.” jay muttered, his jaw clenching. you let out a curt laugh before reaching over and messing with his hair.

“and i wouldn’t want it any other way.” you replied, leaning over to kiss him.

jake . . . your boyfriend was acting like a child, and you weren’t too pleased about it.

“get off the phone.” he murmured against your ear before continuing his assault on your neck. you were positive that jake had left a couple hickeys on your skin already. he had been sucking on your neck and running his tongue over the marks constantly since you started your project. you were working on it with a male classmate and jake didn’t like that.

jake’s kisses only increased the more you ignored him, his hands slowly sliding under your shirt and resting under your bra. you let out a soft moan, freezing when you realized that you were still on call.

“y/n, you okay?” your project partner, heeseung spoke up. before you could even get a word in, jake spoke up for you.

“she’s busy.” jake sneered before pressing the red ‘end call’ button on your phone. you turned to face the man, about to sold him but jake didn’t care. he interrupted you with a kiss, already lifting you out of your seat and towards your bed.

“it’s my turn to have your attention.”

sunghoon . . . you had never seen sunghoon so angry before, it was honestly worrying. you knew that your boyfriend was the jealous type, and his emotions were only heightened whenever he had a game. a member on the opposing team made a score, winking and making some crude remarks towards you. sunghoon already hated him, especially since he always seemed to hit on you.

your boyfriend was already pissed off so he absolutely lost it, throwing his helmet on the ice and roughly spitting out his mouth guard before slamming the guy against the wall of the rink. you didn’t pick up much of what sunghoon said, only a couple of curses here and there. the guy pushed sunghoon off which resulted in him swinging at his face. you gasped and stood up, watching as sunghoon was pulled away by his teammates.

he ended up receiving a red card and was chewed out by his coach before he stomped to the locker room. you followed after him, wanting to comfort your boyfriend who was obviously fired up.

“sunghoon! what the hell was that?” you called after him, nearly getting hit by the door on your way into the locker room.

“that dickwad is a piece of shit. i can’t stand him. especially when he thinks that he can just look at you without me wanting to pull his teeth out.” sunghoon snarled, his voice still raised as he paced around.

you frowned, putting a hand on his chest to try to calm him down. he stopped, taking a deep breath before placing his hand over yours and leaning against the lockers.

“you’re mine only. i can’t let other guys talk about you like that.” sunghoon said, leaning over to rest his forehead against yours. you smiled, finding his possessiveness to be a bit attractive. even though it got him benched for the next few games.

“don’t worry, i don’t accept attention from any other guy but you.” you whispered, running your thumb on his bottom lip.

sunoo . . . “who was that guy you spoke to earlier.” sunoo asked, cornering you in the kitchen one night. you jumped a bit at his presence, not expecting your boyfriend to still be up as you grabbed a glass of water.

“just a friend.” you replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal. to sunoo it was a big deal. he couldn’t stand the attention you would get from men, it made him extremely envious when you decided to be nice and engage.

“why were you smiling at him like that?” sunoo asked, his tone extremely calm but his gaze was hard and set on you.

“sunoo, he didn’t mean anything to me.” you replied, placing the glass down and walking over to sunoo. you rested your hands on either side of his face, giving him a reassuring smile. you knew how jealous your boyfriend could get, especially when it came to guys giving you their attention. if a guy happened to look at you for a second too long, sunoo felt like snapping their neck.

“he better not.” he mumbled before pulling you into a heated kiss.

jungwon . . . was it unfair of jungwon to rip you away from a lunch with your friend? possibly. but the friend was a guy, a guy who wasn’t your loving boyfriend. he couldn’t have your attention stolen by sim jaeyun when he was simply sitting at home bored out of his mind. so, jungwon called you up, pretending to sound sick so you would come to his apartment. he knew that he was your weakness, you would do anything for your precious jungwon.

so you excused yourself from lunch and raced to jungwon’s apartment, worried about your boyfriend. jungwon laid on his bed, putting a frown on his face as he explained that his ‘stomach ache’ was debilitating. you cooed at the boy, softly running your hands through his hair.

jungwon sighed, fighting back a small smirk. he finally had you to himself again…he was in heaven.

riki . . . the boy was fidgeting, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he watched a store clerk clearly flirt with you. he had been watching the guy ever since you two walked into the store, the punk had been waiting for a chance to get you alone.

“i was wondering if i could get your number?” the guy asked, pulling his phone out. you froze, feeling awkward already. you were about to tell him that you had a boyfriend before you felt a presence behind you.

riki towered over you, his height seeming to intimidate the store clerk in front of you. he wrapped his arms around your waist possessively, resting his head on top of yours.

“she’s taken.” riki said curtly, his eyes darkening as he stared down the guy in front of you. he nodded, quickly walking away without another word.

“riki…” you giggled, turning around to face your boyfriend who looked extremely pissed. riki had always been a jealous boyfriend and it was amusing to see how he subtly staked his claim over you.

“these idiots don’t deserve an ounce of your attention.” he grumbled, keeping an arm around your waist as he pulled you out of the store. you let out a laugh, shaking your head.

“riki, where are we going? i want my snacks.”

“a different store without that asshole.”