#if I can stop procrastinating on that front

[quibbs126]

So question, how do the Cassettes work?

Like I get that they're Minicons, but they also live inside Soundwave, with their alt modes being specifically for storage and audio playback inside Soundwave's chest. I mean I can buy that Soundwave might have had that compartment built in for them, but how does that work for them?

Were they built specifically for Soundwave? Did they change their alt modes to become cassettes? Why? Or was it just coincidence that they happened to already turn into those? And on Soundwave's side of things, did he already have that chest compartment before the Cassettes or did he get that later? Did he always have the Cassettes?

I know the answers vary between continuities; I think in TFP the Cassettes resided on him rather than in him, in TFA he probably built them himself, and I think in some continuities he might not even have them. But the Cassette situation is strange to me and I want to know how it's supposed to work, especially in situations where they were all their own things before meeting, like in IDW

[jaysbaefie]

backseat | pjs

synopsis: in which your older brothers best friend finally stops teasing you and shows you just how much he wants you.

genre: brothers best friend to lovers

paring: older brothers best friend!jay x afab reader

warnings: teasing, softdom!jay, sort of bratty!reader, fingering, spitting, cum eating? licking?, usage of petname ‘princess’, jungwon watches (kind of), pretty tame… for the first time we have more plot than porn wowza !

wc: 6.2k

a/n: it’s been a minute, but i’m semi back! school is still on my ass but i’ve been procrastinating and wrote this. don’t worry you’ll be getting the rich day jay fic once school is over, im working on it slowly! just thought that id feed yall with this lol. this proves i can write plot and not filth, please guys im a good writer i swear… thank you for 700+ followers! okay now enjoy <33

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"where is he?" you groan.

all your friends had left and now you were sitting on the side of the road like a hobo with all your bags sprawled around you. you felt as if you were going to pass out from a heat stroke, the sun burning so hot that the pavement was beginning to fry your butt.

you had volunteered at a summer camp for underprivileged children this year, thinking that it would look good on your resume and record. i mean, what else did you have going on for you in the summer besides bed rotting.

originally, your parents were supposed to make the 3 hour drive up to pick you up. however, your mom texted you this morning that sunghoon, your older brother, would be picking you up instead.

you mentally prepared yourself for him to be late, but this late? all time low, even for him.

you leaned against the steel pole as support for your aching back only to flinch when the hot metal burned you through your flimsy t-shirt.

you had gotten tanned this summer, but with the way the sun was shooting rays right at you, you were positive you were going to burn.

after what seems like ages, a car honk snaps you out of your daze. a shiny blue honda civic pulls up in front of you, the tinted windows rolling down to reveal none other than satan himself—sunghoon.

"get in loser, it's hot," he says lifting his shades up for a second before letting them drop back down.

cunt.

you groan, the heat making you dizzy as you pick up your bags—ready to bitch him out for being so late. as you get near the car you notice another figure in the passenger seat, your seat.

"hi, __!" jungwon smiles, his voice cheery as he waves at you.

great, you can't bitch your brother out.

"hi wonnie," you reply half heartedly, motioning to open the trunk so you could put your belongings in the back. jungwon didn't deserve to witness you go crazy bitch on your brother.

"are you not going to be a good big brother and help your sister with her bags," you hiss, raising your brows as you stair at sunghoon with a mocking expression.

sunghoon fake laughs before his expression drops to dead serious, "don't be difficult, chop chop get to it."

you roll your eyes. huffing as you grab you bags and shuffle to the back of the car. after lugging your bags into the trunk, you slam it down extra hard to piss sunghoon off. "hey! be careful with that you little shit," you heard him mutter. you flip him off, making sure he could see you before yanking the back door of the car open.

you angrily sit in, shutting the door with more strength than you needed causing the car to shake slightly at the impact.

"relax, __," you heard right next to you. a small scream leaves your mouth, clutching your chest when you see jay in the back seat with you.

he gives you a smirk, his sharp eyes pinning you down before they give you a once over— causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"what the fuck?!"

"stop screaming so much, __. it's just jay," sunghoon rolls his eyes before he shifts gears and begins to drive.

bitch.

"is this why you were late? had to pick up your little friends?" you sneer as you buckle yourself in, making sure to leave the middle seat empty so there was space between you and jay. you give jungwon a small smile that said 'this isn't directed towards you.'

"yeah, i did actually. i can't be stuck in a car with you for 3 long hours," he sneers right back, you could practically see him roll his eyes even though you were glaring down the back of his seat. "jungwon was already over and i asked jay to come for the vibes," he adds on, the car skidding a bit when sunghoon takes to sharp of a turn.

your head hits the window as the car recovers from sunghoons bad driving, the pain you felt almost distracted you from jays palm which seemed to have found itself on your thigh. you guessed that it had landed there when sunghoon took the turn. you stare down at his large veiny hand, the way it gripped your plush thighs fully and how you wished it was around your neck and not leg.

your head snaps up to look at jay who looks almost, smug? you swallow harshly, your leg twitching as he squeezes your thigh softly before slowly removing his hand—his hand lingering.

"sorry," he grins, not looking the least bit apologetic. his smile made your heart pound erratically in your chest, not being able to look away from him.

you give him a stiff nod before turning your head to stare out the window mindlessly, not trusting yourself to talk.

you had always had a small crush on jay, well, maybe not small. it was quite big, and your brother knew about it and he was ruthless with teasing.

you still remember the day when sunghoon had noticed your behaviour towards jay. you were always eager to please him, if he needed help in any way you'd b the first to offer. you never did that for any of sunghoons friends and sunghoon had caught on.

"i see you still have a little crush on jay," he snickered, sliding next to you as you leaned against the kitchen counter—fiddling with your phone.

you tense up, "n-no? pfft, be for real," you to tried brush off but you had failed miserably.

sunghoon grins, "i know that look, that's the same look you had when you crushed on that creepy kid in elementary. oh my god, i still can't believe you had a crush on creepy youngjae. that guy used to pick and flick his boogers in the tube slide, __!" he exclaimed in disbelief, crossing his arms as he stares up in shock—completely forgetting about the issue at hand.

"you're tweaking," you dismiss with a hand, hoping that he forgets about the situation as a whole—but you aren't that lucky.

he would go to great lengths to tease you about your 'small' crush, especially in front of jay himself. sunghoon made sure that you would always end up sitting next to jay, sitting accordingly so you had no other option.

he got the rest of the group in on it, everyone collectively making sure that you and jay were stuck together whenever you happened to be around them.

every time you were out with him in a group setting, sunghoon made sure you and jay end up next to each other.

movie nights? you're squeezed onto the same couch. dinner? your sitting beside jay. traveling in the same car? you're always in the backseat together.

"oops, looks like there's no other seat," jake grins as he 'innocently' slides into the only available chair, leaving the one next to jay wide open.

jay acts unbothered, but the smirk he would shoot to jake said otherwise. it didn't quite make sense to you why he went along with his friends antics, was this some sort of sick joke to him?

every time jay posted a picture of himself on social media, the group relentlessly tagged you in the comments.

"@__ look away." "@__ don't simp too hard." "@__ jay told us he posted this for you."

and when you post something...

"@ jayparked she's literally serving, say something." "jay's typing..." "jay, blink twice if you're sweating."

jay just sends a single fire emoji under your post and the whole group loses their mind, including you.

it got so bad that you took it upon yourself to sneak out of the house whenever jay was around, trying your best to avoid him. you couldn't stand the relentless teasing, it confused you to no end.

however, today you were stuck with him in the back of your brothers car, for a whole 3 hours.

fuck you, sunghoon.

you know he did this on purpose, he didn't have to invite jay, and he surely didn't need to have him sit in the back. sunghoon knew what he was doing and his smug looks that he was passing you through the cars mirror was proving it.

you're not sure why sunghoon was so adamant on teasing you about jay, shouldn't he want to make sure that you and jay stay as far away from each other as possible?

your his baby sister for fucks sake, his best friend should be off limits.

your head rested against the cool glass of the window, spacing out occasionally as you listen to your brother and his friends talk about random shit.

"you're quiet, that's unusual," a voice whispers into your ear. you flinch, turning your head to see jay's face only centimetres away from your own. "w-what," you respond back hazily, mind not working due to the close proximity.

jay smirks, leaning back slightly as his gaze drops down to your lips and then back to your eyes, "i said, you're unusually quiet. i thought you'd bitch out your brother by now. but no, you've just been staring off into who knows where."

you couldn't help but scoff, the noise causing jay's smirk to widen, "i would've if jungwon wasn't in the car, he doesn't deserve to hear the insults i had planned for sunghoon."

jay's brows furrow in almost offended manner, "but i do?" he lets out a small laugh. you shrug your shoulders, "yeah."

his smirk drops and his expression turns serious, "be careful now, __. i'm starting to think you don't like me, but we both know that's not true."

your eyes widen, staring at jay in shock of his words. "w-what?" you ask stupidly.

jay shrugs, "you know exactly what i meant," he hums before he's leaning away, returning to his original position.

your heart stutters in your chest as you look at the boy in shock. you knew you were obvious but not obvious enough to the point where he was confident enough to mention it to you, and why now out of all times?

had sunghoon finally told jay about your little crush on him? he wouldn't. would he?

you catch sunghoon's eyes in the rear view mirror, shooting him a glare before flipping him off. he scoffs in response, muttering something about you being an ungrateful brat.

"tch, that wasn't nice, __," you shiver when you feel jay's cool breath fan against the shell of your ear. you keep your eyes glued to the back of your brother seat, to afraid to look over in jay's direction.

your grip tightens around your seatbelt as jay leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a taunting murmur.

"what's wrong? cat got your tongue?"

you refuse to turn your head, knowing full well that if you did, you'd be face-to-face with that smug, devastatingly handsome smirk of his. your body betrays you, goosebumps prickling over your arms—your leg twitching under his gaze.

this isn't fair.

you spent years being teased by sunghoon and his idiot friends about your very mild (not really) crush on jay. you never expected jay to play along.

you rather him shut it down and brutally reject you than give you glimmers of hope that your crush on jay was mutual.

sunghoon's voice cuts through the tension. "jay, stop messing with my sister before she starts foaming at the mouth."

your head snaps toward your brother. "oh, fuck off, sunghoon."

jungwon lets out a nervous chuckle, clearly regretting being stuck in the middle of this situation. meanwhile, jay just grins. that slow, lazy grin that makes your stomach do a full goddamn somersault.

"aw, you don't like it when i tease you?" jay asks, voice dripping with amusement.

"i don't like you," you grumble, crossing your arms in defiance.

he hums, tapping his fingers against his thigh. "liar."

you whip your head toward him, scandalized. "excuse me?"

"you're excused."

sunghoon snorts. "damn, she walked right into that one."

you shoot your brother a glare through the rearview mirror again  before turning back to jay, your jaw clenched. "i don't know what the hell you're talking about."

jay tilts his head, pretending to think. "hmm. i don't know. maybe it's the way you keep looking at me like you're about to get on one knee and purpose to me," he teases.

your eyes widen. "i'm looking at you like i hate you."

"same thing," he shrugs.

"you're insane," you mutter, trying to shift away, only for jay to lean in again—his broad frame completely invading your space. his scent was clean and musky with a hint of something dangerous and forbidden.

your breath hitches when he lowers his voice just enough that only you can hear.

"i bet if your brother wasn't here," he murmurs, lips barely a breath away from your ear, "you wouldn't be so mouthy."

your body locks up. oh.

the worst part? you don't have a comeback. not one. your brain is short-circuiting, your face burning hotter than the summer sun outside.

jay leans back with a satisfied smirk, watching as you struggle to regain composure.

sunghoon glances in the mirror again, raising a suspicious brow. "why is my sister so quiet all of a sudden?"

"she's just thinking," jay answers smoothly. "maybe about what i just said."

your jaw drops.

sunghoon chokes on his spit, nearly swerving the car off the road. "what the fuck is going on back there?! what the fuck did you say to my baby sister?!"

sure, sunghoon teased you about jay. but he didn't actually want you guys to like each other.

jungwon, the only sane person in the car, sighs loudly. "can we please just make it home alive?" trying to calm down your brother.

you sink into your seat, heat crawling up your neck as jay gives you one last glance. his expression unreadable but his eyes dark, promising something dangerous.

fuck my life.

for the first hour of the drive, you do everything in your power to not acknowledge jay. you scroll through your phone, fiddle with your necklace, even pretend to be deeply interested in the passing scenery outside the window.

but it's impossible to ignore the way his long legs are stretched out beside you, the faint scent of his cologne filling the air, or the way his gaze keeps flickering toward you like he knows he's getting under your skin.

and the worst part?

sunghoon knows too.

"you're awfully quiet back there," your brother comments, smirking as he catches your flushed reflection in the rearview mirror. he had quickly gotten over the thought of you and jay actually being a thing, jay wouldn't do that to him? right? 

"usually, you'd be threatening to throw yourself out of the car by now." he snickers obnoxiously.

"maybe i still will," you mutter, shooting him a glare.

"yeah?" jay leans closer, voice low. "need a push?"

you whip your head toward him, narrowing your eyes. "i hate you."

"yeah?" he echoes, tilting his head with that infuriating smirk. "then why are you blushing?" his eyes raking down you face, watching your face turn a deep red.

your mouth opens—only to close when you realize you don't have a comeback.

sunghoon snickers, "damn, she's got nothing. this is a historic moment, note this down you guys."

you sink lower into your seat, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "i hate you all."

jungwon sighs from the front. "can we go one car ride without you guys fighting?"

"wouldn't be fun," sunghoon says, shifting gears as he takes another reckless turn that nearly sends you into jay's lap.

your hands shoot out to steady yourself—one gripping the handle above the window, the other landing on jay's thigh.

shit.

you freeze.

so does he.

what was this back and fourth you two were doing to one another.

for a split second, neither of you move. your palm is flat against the firm muscle of his thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of his ripped jeans. you can feel how solid he is beneath your fingers, and when your gaze flickers up, jay is already staring at you.

smirking.

slowly, deliberately, he leans down. his voice is soft, but it carries enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.

"if you wanted to touch me," he murmurs, "you could've just asked, princess."

your body goes rigid.

with a yelp, you snatch your hand away like you've been burned, pressing yourself as far against the car door as possible.

sunghoon glances back in the mirror, brows furrowing. "the hell is wrong with you?"

"nothing!" you squeak, face burning.

jay chuckles, shaking his head as he stretches his arms behind his head. "nothing at all."

the drive continues, but now you're hyper-aware of everything. every small shift jay makes, the way his fingers lazily drum against his knee, the occasional glance he throws your way. he's enjoying this, teasing you—making you squirm.

and the worst part?

it's working.

you weren't sure why jay was going out of his way to tease you when he had never done so before. he'd go along with everyone else, but never initiate it.

at some point, sunghoon stops at a gas station to fill up the tank, dragging jungwon inside with him for snacks. you make a move to follow, desperate to put some distance between you and jay—but a firm grip on your wrist stops you.

you turn, heart stuttering when you see jay's fingers curled around your wrist, his thumb brushing lightly against your pulse.

"stay," he says simply.

you swallow. "why?"

his eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "because i want you to."

your breath catches. "you're insufferable."

jay smirks, tugging you closer until you're nearly pressed against him. "and yet," he muses, voice barely above a whisper, "you're still here."

you hate that he's right. you hate the way your pulse jumps at his words, the way your body instinctively leans in despite every alarm going off in your head telling you to move away.

but most of all, you hate the way jay is looking at you—like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"you're so full of yourself," you mutter, yanking your wrist from his grip, though it takes more effort than you'd like to admit.

jay chuckles, leaning back against the seat. "maybe. but i think you like it."

you huff, crossing your arms as you look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. but you can still feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, the smirk practically radiating off of him.

thankfully, the sound of the car doors opening saves you from further embarrassment. sunghoon and jungwon climb back in, the smell of gas station snacks filling the air as they settle into their seats.

"what did we miss?" sunghoon asks, tearing open a bag of chips.

fatass.

"nothing," you say quickly.

"nothing important," jay says at the same time, shooting you a look that makes your stomach twist.

sunghoon eyes the both of you through the mirror, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "you guys are acting weird.."

"no, we're not," you deadpan.

"uh-huh." he pops a chip into his mouth, clearly unconvinced. "whatever you say, lil sis."

you roll your eyes and sink into your seat, hoping the rest of the ride passes quickly. unfortunately, your hopes are shattered not even fifteen minutes later when sunghoon starts up his favorite pastime: publicly humiliating you.

"hey, jay..." sunghoon starts, shooting you a teasing look through the mirror.

fuck you, sunghoon.

you knew what he was going to do.

jay hums in response, looking up from his phone.

"do you remember that one time, back in high school, when __ wrote you a love letter but chickened out and threw it away?"

your entire body goes stiff.

no, sunghoon. jay did not know that. thanks.

jay raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a slow grin. "oh?"

"sunghoon, i swear to god-" you try to interrupt only for jay to place his hand on your bare knee, his touch silencing you instantly.

sunghoon ignores you, grinning like a devil as he continues. "yeah, she spent like, an hour writing it. had your name written all fancy and everything. she even-"

you lunge forward, smacking your brother on the arm as hard as you could. "shut the fuck up!"

"ow, what the hell!" sunghoon yelps, swerving slightly before regaining control of the wheel. jungwon sighs from the passenger seat, already exhausted.

"i hate you," you seethe.

"oh, come on," sunghoon laughs, rubbing his arm. "it's cute. she was so whipped for you, dude."

jay looks amused, his eyes flickering to you as he rests his chin on his hand. "was?"

your breath hitches.

oh.

"don't." you point a warning finger at him.

jay leans in slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "so, what'd you write in the letter?"

"i don't remember," you lie through your teeth, turning your head away to look through the window.

"bullshit," sunghoon scoffs. "you practically memorized that thing."

you shoot him another glare, cheeks burning. "i hope you choke on your stupid chips."

jay chuckles, tilting his head at you. "if you don't remember, maybe you should rewrite it for me."

your jaw drops, "i'd rather die," you scoff.

jay smirks, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "your loss."

sunghoon whistles, shaking his head. "man, i should've done this years ago. this is gold. jungwon, man, why did we just start doing this recently."

jungwon rolls his eyes, muttering something along the lines of 'shit brother.'

you groan, dropping your head into your hands. this is going to be the longest car ride of your life.

the air in the car feels hotter than it should. you're blaming it on the summer heat, on sunghoon's shitty ac in his shitty ass car, on anything but the way jay is looking at you.

because he is looking at you.

his eyes flicker over to you every few seconds, dark and amused, the corner of his lips curled into the kind of smirk that makes your stomach twist and your thighs clench. he's enjoying this. he's enjoying you, watching you squirm under the weight of his gaze.

and you hate that it's working.

"what's the matter?" jay murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. "you've been quiet ever since sunghoon mentioned that letter."

you don't respond, gripping the hem of your shorts like their going to disappear. you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he's affecting you.

but then, as if reading your thoughts, he shifts closer.

his knee bumps against yours, and suddenly you're hyper-aware of how close he is, how his arm is stretched out behind you, fingers lightly brushing the seat just above your shoulder.

"you should've given it to me, you know," jay muses, voice dipping into something softer, something deeper.

you swallow, heart hammering. "why?"

jay tilts his head slightly, gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "because maybe i would've liked it."

you feel the world stop around you. this was going to far, there was a limit to it.

the way he's looking at you is almost predatory, like he's just waiting for you to slip up, to give him a reason to push further.

"guys, i swear to god," sunghoon groans from the front seat, breaking the tension. "if you two are eye-fucking back there, i'm pulling over and leaving you both on the side of the road."

your face burns. "we're not-"

"-sure," sunghoon deadpans, cutting you off.

jungwon just sighs, shaking his head. "this is getting ridiculous."

jay, on the other hand, just smirks. like he knows exactly what sunghoon's talking about. like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, he leans in, just enough that his lips barely brush the shell of your ear.

"we could pull over," he murmurs, his tone low. "but i don't think your brother would like what i'd do to you if he did."

your whole body ignites.

you jerk away from him, pressing yourself against the car door like it's the only thing keeping you grounded. "jay," you hiss, your voice somewhere between scandalized and breathless.

jay just chuckles, eyes dark with amusement as he leans back against his seat, stretching his arms over his head like nothing happened.

"relax, princess," he murmurs, his smirk deepening. "we've still got two hours left. i was just getting started."

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you're not sure how exactly jay got so close to you, but the car ride had become unbearable.

sunghoon was now in the passenger seat, head lulled back as he let out loud snores. he had begun to whine about his neck being sore, asking, no begging, jungwon to switch with him.

grudging, he agreed.

jungwon drove steadily, music blasting as he tried to drown out sunghoon's snores. you huffed, at least your shitface of a brother wouldn't be bothering you anymore.

jay, however, was sitting far too close. his thigh pressed against yours, his scent thick in the small space between you. he hasn't stopped looking at you like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

his long and thick fingers are now lazily tracing along the edge of your shorts, just barely touching the bare skin of your thigh.

your breath stutters, and you shift in your seat, but he doesn't move his hand away. if anything, he presses in closer.

"you're jumpy," he murmurs, low and teasing, his voice barely audible over the hum of the car engine. "something wrong?"

he watches your thighs clench, his smirk widening as he holds back from slotting his hand between your legs.

you grit your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "your hand is somewhere wrong."

jay smirks, his fingers brushing up,"hmm. is it?"

his touch is barely there, teasing, deliberate. he's testing you, seeing how far he can push before you break.

and you're close. so, so close.

your thighs press together involuntarily, and jay notices. of course he notices. his smirk deepens, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against the soft skin above your knee.

your breath catches. "jay—"

"shh." his voice drops an octave, thick with amusement and something else—something darker. his fingers trail up just a little further, grazing the edge of your shorts. "relax, princess."

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. your fingers dig into the seat, your body betraying you as a slow, burning heat curls in your stomach.

"you ever think about me, __?" he starts, his fingertips now reaching under your shorts. you swallow harshly, holding back a moan.

"you ever think about me, touching you? touching you in places where no one ever has?" his hand had switched from tracing small circles on your skin to full on gripping your thigh.

you let a small whimper escape you, your eyes widening on realization before you slap your hand over your mouth.

jay chuckles, the sound low and knowing, his breath warm against your cheek. his grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you squirm.

"cute," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "didn't take you for the type to be shy."

you want to snap back, to tell him to shut up, to tell him anything—but you can't. not when his hand is still on you, his touch searing through your skin, almost as if he was branding you.

branding you, as his.

his fingers move again, trailing feather-light touches along the inside of your thigh, dangerously close, but not nearly enough. your breath stutters, your hips shifting ever so slightly toward him, desperate for more friction, more anything.

jay notices, his smirk deepening as his fingers ghost higher, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he whispers, "so needy."

your fingers tighten around the seat, your body betraying you. "shut up," you mutter, though your voice lacks any bite.

jay hums, his nose brushing against your cheek. "you don't want me to."

it's not a question. it's a statement. one that makes your stomach flip, your skin burning under his touch.

his fingers trace back down, teasing, barely there, and it's driving you insane.

"tell me," he murmurs, his lips so close they almost touch yours. "tell me you want me to stop."

you should. you really should.

your brother and his friend were in the front seats for fucks sake, have you no shame?

"tell me, __. tell me you don't want my fingers in you right now," his voice heavy as his palm cups your pulsating heat.

you look ahead, your brother was still dead asleep and jungwon was focused on driving—eyes not leaving the road. the music he was blasting was loud, loud enough that he couldn't hear your brothers snores.

"jay.." you start, a whine leaving your mouth when you feel him put more pressure against your covered cunt.

"tell me you don't want it."

you shake your head, biting at your lip in embarrassment as you shut your eyes tightly. jay 'tsks's at your lack of response, removing his hand from your aching core. you immediately stop his actions, clenching your thighs so his hand would be trapped between your legs.

jay looks at you, his eyes dark as he stares you down with an unintelligible emotion. he purses his lips, he needed a verbal answer from you.

you shake as your nerves consume you, "i-i want your fingers in me, please," you say breathlessly, your gaze pinned to your lap. you feel jay shift beside you, you feel your head being tilted so your met with jays eyes.

"say it like you mean it, princess."

you feel lightheaded, "please, i want your fingers in me. i need them," you beg, your voice trembling.

jay's eyes flare with victory as your admission slips past your lips, his smirk widening. he had you right where he wanted you, after years of silence and teasing—he finally had you.

he leans in closer, his gaze never leaving yours as his hand slides under your shorts, the heat of his palm searing your dampened underwear.

his thumb circles your clit, making your hips jerk involuntarily as he hums in your ear. "so sensitive," he murmurs.

you gasp, trying to muffle the sound with your hand, but it's no use. he moves your soaked panties to the side, running his fingers along you soaked slit. jay groans when he feels how wet you are, rubbing circles against your clit before he begins to plant soft kisses against your neck.

your body shakes at the foreign feeling, not used to having someone else touch you there.

sure, you had a couple of flings in high school but none of them got far—your brother didn't let them.

your eyes flutter shut, a soft moan escaping you carelessly. unbeknownst to you, jungwon's eyes dart to the rearview mirror, but he doesn't say a word.

jay's eyes never leave yours as he begins to rub firm circles around your clit, small gasps leaving your mouth. his eyes flicker down to your lips, allowing himself to press his lips against yours.

he swallows your moans, his other hand reaching behind you to grab at your waist—making sure you don't move.

you squeal when you feel one of his fingers tease your entrance, your hand coming out to grip at his wrist.

jay pulls away from your lips for a moment, "so fucking pretty, princess. you're going to be a good girl and take my fingers, yeah?" he murmurs against your lips, his eyes sucking you in.

you nod mindlessly, letting jay do whatever he wanted to do to you.

he slips in a finger, groaning when he feels your velvety walls clench around him. "taking me so good, princess," he praises, pressing his lips back on to yours.

he continues to pump his finger into you while simultaneously rubbing your clit, swallowing every moan, whine, and whimper you let out.

your eyes rolls back when you feel him push in a second digit, fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt with each stroke hitting just the right spot— making you squirm.

jay internally groans at the situation, he wishes that he had you all to himself. he could have you in his lap, feel you push up against his throbbing cock while he made you cum with his fingers.

his thumb presses down on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and you can't help but lean into his touch, silently begging for more.

"look at you, princess. taking my fingers so well. knew you could do it," he coos, his sweet expression not matching his filthy actions. he curls his fingers in you, your mouth dropping open as you lean your head back in pleasure.

"hey, look at me, princess. keep your mouth wide open for me," he demands, stuffing his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. you obey, looking at him with hazy eyes as you struggle to keep your head up.

you let out a surprised moan when jay spits a glob of his saliva on to your tongue. you swallow on instinct, your eyes fluttering close before he's smashing his lips onto yours again.

the car feels like it's spinning around you as your orgasm builds, your heart racing and your world narrowing down to the feel of his fingers inside you.

just when you think you can't handle it anymore, he speeds up, "fuck, look at you. look at you clenching all over my fingers. getting your pussy played with in the back of your brothers car by his best friend, so fucking dirty," he spits out, his grip on your waist getting tight as you squirm in his hold.

"don't you dare try to move away from me, __. i won't let you cum. take it like a good girl, yeah?"

you nod, a small sob leaving your mouth as you try to control your moans. the music was still blasting through the speakers, but there's only so much that music could hide.

jay captures your lips into a scorching kiss, feeling you clench on his fingers—he knew you were close.

"c'mom, princess. cum for me. cum all over my fingers," he says against your lips.

with a muffled cry into his mouth, you shatter, your body convulsing with the intensity of your climax.

jay groans into your mouth, feeling your walls flutter against his fingers. he helps you ride out your high, his thumb rubbing small circles against your puffy clit.

he pulls away, watching you with hooded eyes as you try to regain your composure, his own breathing labored.

he takes his hand out of your shorts, his hand soaked with your wetness. you make a move to grab some napkins from the side compartments only for jay to slip his fingers into his mouth. you watch him, your mouth falling agape as he cleans every bit of you off of his digits—moaning at the taste.

he smirks at your reaction, tugging you closer before pressing his lips onto yours—making you taste yourself.

"you did so good for me, princess."

you mewl at the praise, not trusting yourself to speak.

a moment goes by where the two of you stare at one another in silence. your head swarming with thoughts of what would happen now?

"hey," jay starts softly. you look at him with confusion, tilting your head.

"stop thinking so much, princess."

you swallow harshly at his words, "o-okay."

he grins, "i still want you to rewrite me that love letter, __," he says suddenly.

you scoff, "as if."

"you will, and i will too."

you look up at him in shock, "why?"

he looks at you incredulously, "what do you mean why? i think it's pretty obvious that i like you too, __. i wouldn't have gone along with the constant teasing if i didn't. i wouldn't have had you cumming over my fingers if i hadn't been in love with you for years," he confesses at the end, his cheeks a soft pink.

you look at him in shock, his confession taking you off guard.

"i know, it seems kind of sudden but you need to realize that me liking you is against bro code. you're my best friends little sister, your off limits. but, fuck that. i can't live any longer like this."

"i love you too," you say quickly, your eyes widening at your own words.

jay chuckles, "i know, princess. i know."

. . . . . ◟੭

"that was disgusting."

jay looks over at his best friend, "then maybe you shouldn't have been looking," he snips back, taking out your bags from the back of the car.

jungwon rolls his eyes, "i didn't mean to. you were like 2 feet away from me bro, i was going to see no matter what. your lucky sunghoon didn't see."

"i didn't see what?"

jay and jungwon both gasp in shock, looking at each other nervously.

"nothing-" jay says.

"jay was fingering your sister in the backseat while you took a nap," jungwon said at the same time.

"WHAT!"

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[caitlynsrighteye]

im bacc! but just with some random thoughts as i procrastinate my deadlines,,

been thinking about needy puppy!reader (with the ears and fluffy tail and all) who is in heat,, im taking about about pillow humping, whining and whinging, and tearing up,,. and caitlyn is just oh so busy but in the end can't resist when she has reader all over her, pawing at her leg, giving her back hugs, sending photos and videos throughout the past few days.

- 🌱

BARK BARK need her to tell me im a good girl

"Keep riding puppy"

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: SMUT, wlw, masturbastion, dildo, strap-on, leash and collar, dom!Sherrif Cait, sub!puppy fem!reader, semi-public sex, office sex, boot riding, cunnilingus, doggy, overstimulation, slight breeding kink

wc: 1.6k

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“Ha~ haa,” soft whimpers leave your panting mouth.

The fluff of your ears peeking through your hair is furrowed backwards while your tail wags behind you in quick and unstable motions. Its fluid rhythm cracks whenever you hit the sensitive area deep inside you. 

That buried penetration of a girthy black dildo strapped to the boot of Piltover's finest.

“Sheriff– Ah,” you try to speak, but the hair on the back of your head was yanked by the scalp with an agonizing grip, forcing your tear stricken eyes to meet her dark gaze.

Her eyes were cold, icy blue, fueled by your whiney begs and erotic movements of your hips against her boot in the middle of her office after hours. The room is only being lit by one table lamp in the corner, giving the space a heavy and lustful atmosphere.

The blue-headed sheriff gives you an utmost domineering smirk, purely delighted by the way your tongue hangs out your mouth while you catch your heaving breath and that bright red hue spreading across your cheeks.

“I didn't say you can stop now, did I?”

You shake your head in her grip profusely before she brings your face back to her waiting center. A muffled whimper meeting back at her core where you continue to lap up her soused heat. Licking her like your dog bowl that she makes you drink from.

Your hips still in surprise now entirely focused on sucking and flicking your tongue on her hard clit.

She lifts the front of her foot, thrusting the silicon cock back into your drenched cunt, hitting you deeper than before inducing you to gasp in her cunt. She repeatedly does so till your hips go back to its grinding rhythm.

“That's it. Keep riding puppy,”

The vibrations of your moans send shocks up her spine causing her to bite down onto her bottom lip while eyeing your submissive form. Her gloved fingers still tangled in your hair, keeping your head close between her legs.

“Eyes on me when you eat, darling” She states, earning a view of your glossy puppy dog eyes meeting up at hers.

Her stomach starts to turn, her inner lips tensing around your tongue. You quicken your hips in excitement, wanting to taste her delicious release mixed in with your spit. You hump her leg aggressively, chasing a much needed orgasm in the midst of your mating season. The time you're in heat and can't bother to ignore it.

Just earlier you were sending her naughty videos of you grinding up against her pillow back at the Kiramman estate, soaking her sheets while she’s away at work. For days now is when you went into heat, the unbearable sticky feeling glistening your pussy and with Caitlyn always working, you had nobody to take care of your needs.

She sees your messages way before she responds, commanding you to head over that instant.

After every guard has clocked out, left for home, that’s when you stumbled into her dim office. Sheriff of Piltover, signing paperwork across her desk as you sway your hips back and forth, fluffy tail following in pursuit. You stood behind her chair reaching over her shoulder to caress her chest and fiddle with the buttons of her uniform.

She had you on your knees, neck strangled in a collar with your name on the tag the next moment.

Both her clothed hands hold onto your hair, pulling you further into her while you never stop the slick movements of your wet muscle. “Fuck–fuck,” She throws her head back against the leather rest of the chair gasping for air when she meets her high. After a long week, gods, she’s needed this. Grinding her hips against your face, your gaze never leaves the sight of her quivering under your touch.

Caitlyn's shaking is prolonged when you suck on her for more, the taste of her thrilling you to the max. With a groan she takes hold of the clamp attaching the leash to your tight collar and pulls you away from her stimulated clitorus. With the yank comes out a yelp, choking when your airflow is blocked for a slight second.

Before you could reach your release she picks you up off the dildo, its rigid tip leaving your cunt with a juicy pop, leaving you sitting on your knees on the hardwood flooring, fingers hurrying between your legs to flick your clit, complaining of the feeling of your pussy being empty.

Her pants clung around her knees, her uniform top unbuttoned for you to see her sports bra underneath. She picks up the end of the leash tugging your head up. She stands from her seat and you can't help the way your tail wags proudly when you see her arousal dripping down her legs.

She looks down at you with your ears raised, tongue out, sitting in front of her feet while you look up at her with absolute puppy love and joy. She bends slightly, reaching her free hand under your chin. “You’re so cute when you’re like this, puppy.”

-

The contrast of her moods during sex made everything so much more exhilarating. Making your pussy wetter with each attitude she brings to the table. One minute she’s praising you for how much of a good girl you are for behaving, the next, degrading you like the bitch you are. The bad dog in need of punishments.

She had brought you over to the couch that sits on by a wall in her office. You’re buried in the plush pillows, arms out in front hanging over the back of the sofa, digging your nails into it. Your back was in a deep arch, nipples hard from being exposed, knees in the seats of the couch with your thighs spread so far out in almost a split, toes curling with every harsh back shot you’re receiving from the tall heiress who’s standing behind you, leash wrapped around her knuckles to shorten the material. Her other hand holds the base of your tail to pull you back onto her thrusts, meeting her hips.

Your eyes have completely turned white from how far rolled back they are. You can’t manage any more words to leave your throat, only rough gasps and hungry yearns for your cunt to be ruined by her, for her to relieve that intolerable burning deep within your core.

You didn’t just want her, it was a need.

“You like it when I fuck your needy cunt, mutt? That’s what you are, huh? A mutt?” Your skin moves in waves with each rut of her hips. The hilt of her strap clashing with your ass that’s grown red from all the disciplined spanking she’s done.

The only answer leaving your lips were high-pitched moans from your opened lips, your tongue spilling saliva all over her office sofa. She leans in and gently blows on your soft ears, a pleasant feeling sending waves of chills throughout your body.

“Cait- shit,” you gasp when the hard tip of her cock hits your cervix, abusing the sensitive entrance of your womb. She hums in content, the way you always call out her name like it's the only name you know just does something to her, to be called out and begged for like a prayer.

“Yes, puppy? Want me to breed your unspayed pussy?” Her hips jerk harder, the force pushing your whole body deeper into the couch. You turn your head the most you can to speak over your sweat damped shoulder. “Ooh~ fuck yes! Please.”

She lets go of your leash and tail that wags in her face. Her hands grab onto your hips, surly to leave bruising marks and put all the effort she can give in thrusting her long, girthy toy cock that had to have been made for you based on how perfectly it fills you whole. Your fingernails scratch the fabric, your teary eyes closed shut, face pushed into the pillows, muffling your pleasured screams. If she had sperm you know you would have a whole litter of puppies by now with how often she needs to penetrate you with her strap after a long day.

You swear you can see stars in the darkness of your closed eyelids, her cock reaching great lengths, ruining you from the inside making your legs shake. A few more thrusts and you were gone, overflowed from the multiple orgasms she had you take on for the night, with this one ending the cycle. Her hips don’t stop moving, her eyes strained on your swollen entrance as you squirt all over her cock and on the floor between you. Her thrusts push more and more out of you while you spasm in her hands. Your body sinks further in the couch, chest heaving from the intense orgasm.

When you both come to a stop, she doesn’t pull the toy out of you, too mesmerized by how you’re able to fit such a size.

By the time she does pull away from you, finally letting you catch the break you needed after being relieved of the heat, your tail instinctively shies away in between your legs, covering up your throbbing hole.

You’ve fallen off the furniture, now kneeling on the floor with your upper body resting on top of the mattress of the couch.

Soft hands come to the buckle of your collar, gently taking it off your neck with a showing bruise all around, tossing it somewhere on the floor and lifting your body to lay comfortably on her blue office sofa. She removes all of her garments and lays down next to you, allowing you to cuddle up close to her chest, nose burying deep in her collarbone. She pets your head, your ears falling back with the motion as you begin to fall asleep in her arms.

She whispers softly, “You’re such a good girl.”

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[skeltnwrites]

Deck the Halls ⋆⁺❆₊꙳‧❅⋆࿔

With Eddie stuck in the hospital, the boys help you bring Christmas to him. 3k

a/n - for the amazing @littlexdeaths twelve days of promptmas! <3

“Mike, stop pulling so hard.” 

“You’re holding it too high!” 

Lucas scoffs. “It’s literally dragging on the floor.” 

“It’s literally not–” 

“Guys!” Your snow-slick boots squeal on the linoleum as you spin. “You’re gonna get us caught if you don’t stop arguing.” 

“But he–” 

“I wasn’t–”

“Both of you! Shut up!” 

The scowl Mike gives Lucas is met with equal disdain. But he rolls his eyes and heaves the Christmas tree in his arms up a notch. You resume down the hospital hallway, hauling the front end of the tree with four grumpy teenagers in tow. 

You can’t be that annoyed. Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike are all here with you of their own volition in this stuffy hospital very early on Christmas morning. And they all have a piece of your heart for doing so. 

You adjust your grip on the tree. No matter how you hold it, the bristles poke your waist, and the bark stamps itchy lines into your palms. But you remind yourself of Eddie. Of his hospital room with white walls, white sheets, white machines, white everything. And that’s just not right, not on Christmas. 

So you’re bringing the holiday spirit to Eddie this year. Between the five of you, there are three backpacks brimming with unused tinsel, lights, and ornaments, and a pine tree as tall as Lucas. 

You’d have decorated earlier if you could’ve. But Eddie procrastinated until Christmas Eve to fix the lights on your roof and in his haste, his heel skidded on a patch of ice, and he tumbled off the house in a rather cartoonish display. It wasn’t funny then, but you can laugh now knowing he’s passed out on painkillers and recovering just fine. Still, two broken ribs were enough to hold him for observation and visiting hours ended before you could scrounge anything festive together. So here you are, slinking through the emergency room past receptionists, nurses, and hospital security in the middle of the night. 

You raise a fist, prompting the boys to freeze. The click-clack of heels echoes from around the corner, growing louder by the step. “Back, back, back,” you order. 

Mike backpedals straight into Will’s chest and Dustin steps on Lucas’ foot. The tree lurches backward as they all grapple for balance. It’s a clumsy scuffle nowhere near quiet. If whoever’s there didn’t hear you before, they certainly have now. 

You try the nearest door handle and swing it open. By some miracle, the room’s unoccupied. 

The boys follow your lead, bags jingling loudly with each frantic step. They shove the tree through the doorway at an angle and a branch snags on the frame. 

“Wait– stop, stop!” Dustin whisper-yells. 

Mike rams it through again, a flurry of pine needles shaking loose and fluttering to the floor. 

“Stop,” you bark, “Turn it first.” 

They’re a smart bunch but they lack teamwork skills when you so desperately need it. Several pairs of hands fight to maneuver the tree in opposite directions. And all four of them squeeze through the doorway with it, snapping a branch in half and shaking another sheet of pine needles free. 

You sweep the tree remains inside with your foot– though there’s certainly still evidence in the hall– and pull the door closed behind you. The cheap window blinds crinkle as you steer them aside, just enough to see past the door. 

The heeled woman is either blind, deaf, or committed to minding her own business because she strolls by the door like it’s any other. You slump against the wall, turning to flash a thumbs up at the kids as soon as she’s out of view. You’re matched with a quartet of yawns, skipping from one frown to the next. 

“Almost there,” you encourage. It’s not a lie, per se, but it’s not very close to the truth either. This might be harder than you imagined. 

The elevator is too risky, so you take the stairs. But hauling a whole tree up four flights of stairs is no easy task. Mumbled complaints overlap and echo in the stairwell and by the top, your arms and legs are protesting just the same. 

The door whines as you crack it open, and you peer through the gap to scope out the area. There’s a nurse's station in the center of the floor manned by the same woman you’d seen earlier. Eddie’s room is on the opposite side; there’s virtually no way to sneak past without her seeing. 

You turn around, eyes locking with Dustins like they’re two bullseyes. 

He crosses his arms and cocks his head. He knows the look you're giving him and he doesn’t like it. “What?” 

“I need you to distract the nurse.” 

He says your name through a sigh, but before he can actually disagree, you yank him by the sleeve and thrust him through the doorway. 

The nurse’s head pops up from the desk immediately and Dustin shakes himself into character. 

“Help!” he shouts, promptly clearing his throat. “I need help– it’s my, my mother! You must help her,” he whips his head left and right. “Over here, in the elevator!” 

The nurse doesn’t move. She tries to speak but Dustin interrupts her.

“No! She won’t make it! Please– hurry!” 

The woman scrambles out of her seat and jogs after Dustin. He’s not very convincing, but he’s a better actor than the rest of you. And he’s very committed once he’s in it. Dustin’s cries persist, eventually distant enough that your adrenaline loosens its grip. You fling the door open, pinning it with your foot. The boys hustle through, following your pointer finger down the right corridor. You trot back ahead, escorting them right up to Eddie’s door. 

The sharp, sterile scent of disinfectant imbues the frigid air in his room. The machines are off so the quiet hangs heavy. It’s the opposite of warm in every sense possible. And the little bit of it still spilling in from the hall is quickly cinched as someone shuts the door. 

You grope around the darkness, staggering over to the inky shadow you recall to be a chair. Your fingertips brush the scratchy fabric, and you let your bag slip from your shoulder, landing softly on the seat. 

A splash of light from the window catches one side of Eddie’s face. His lashes kiss the hills of his cheeks and his mouth is hinged open, exhaling a string of soft snores. It’s very cute, though, the kids’ expressions don’t reflect the same fondness. 

“We don’t have all day,” Lucas mocks, parroting your exact words from earlier when you’d urged him to get in the van before all the heat escaped.  

Your gaze sours when it reaches the boys. “Shut up. Help me stand the tree up.” 

Lucas snickers, planting himself on the other side of the tree. You lift the trunk so Will can slide the base under and Mike goes prone on the floor to screw it in. 

“Hurry up,” Lucas complains. 

“I can’t see!” 

“Shhh!”

Will pulls a flashlight from his bag and points it at Mike’s hands. The final screws are tightened and the boys let go.  

You give the trunk an affirming shake before retracting your own hands. It remains upright, even after a few optimistic steps back. 

If you think decorating would be the easiest part of this mission, you’d be wrong. It’s much too dark to work, even after Will situates his flashlight so it’s highlighting most of the tree. And keeping quiet might be impossible when you’re forced to mediate petty teenage arguments every five minutes. 

Mike and Will are hunched over a wad of string lights on the floor, unknotting opposite ends when Lucas waves his much neater spool of lights. “Uhh, we can’t use those. I brought rainbow ones.” 

Will tuts at the other boy. “So? We can use both?” 

“No, it’ll look stupid.” 

Will beckons you over with a growing frown. You’d swear these kids never graduated middle school if you hadn’t gone to the ceremony. The older they get, the more they fight, it seems. But your patience is thinning with each wave of attitude you receive. You’d asked for their help as their friends, not their babysitters. 

“Use both,” you decide, hands pressed into your hips. 

“But it won’t match!”

“It’s fine, Lucas.” 

He rolls his eyes very blatantly at you. It takes every ounce of self-restraint not to drive him home then and there. 

But the sound of the door handle rattling steals your attention. It jerks up and down but the door doesn’t open; one of the kids must’ve locked it. Your heart springs up into your throat, your eyes swinging around the room for an escape plan. The lock will only buy you so much time and there’s no way to safely exit through the window and—

“It’s me!” Dustin shouts, popping into the window frame. His lips are nearly touching the glass and he’s fogging up the pane with his breath. 

“Jesus,” you mumble, clutching your chest as you march up to the door. 

Dustin scrambles in, chest heaving with a glare aimed right at you. “You would not believe how much stamina that woman has! I mean she just kept going. I thought, I lost her, and then–” 

You slap your palm across his mouth. “Shhh!”  

His wide eyes follow yours to Eddie. 

Eddie sighs, lips smacking as he straightens a leg across the sheets. You’ve never been so thankful to be dating such a deep sleeper. 

“Sorry,” Dustin whispers. 

You shove him further into the room. “Go. Be quiet.” 

Dustin grabs the tail end of the lights in Will’s hands. Together they wind the cord around the bottom half of the tree. Lucas dresses the top half in rainbow bulbs, still sulking as he works. 

You squat beside Mike to help him sort the ornament pile. One you brought quickly catches your eye. It’s a clay guitar pick Eddie made in middle school art class, an instant favorite of yours. You take it and hang it front and center, filling the gap in the middle of the tree where they ran out of lights. 

One by one, the tree is stocked with a rainbow of mismatched ornaments. There's something from each of their homes– family photos and elementary school crafts and trinkets of every size. It’s a wild assortment but a very special one too. 

Dustin is determined to hang the star– puts up a case that he was used as bait and thus deserves it– though, no one was going to argue against him in the first place. He climbs onto Mike’s back, arms stretching as far as they’ll go.

“God, you’re heavy.”  

“Stop complaining. Get me closer.”

“I’m trying.” 

Mike staggers closer and Dustin snatches a fistful of the top. The entire tree lurches toward him, ornaments clinking in his wake. 

“Wait– careful,” you urge.

Dustin lists dangerously forward, jamming the star through the bristles. 

From beside you, Will hums disapprovingly, “It’s crooked.”

Dustin’s tongue curls over his lip as he adjusts it. “Now?”

“Still crooked.”

"Now?"

Your hands hover out in front of you like a net but you are not as prepared to catch him as you look. “No, it’s fine. Just leave it.” 

Dustin releases the tip and the whole tree reels back. His arm shoots back out to steady it, but a handful of ornaments swing off and onto the floor. Miraculously, none shatter, but they bounce away in a ripple of clinking. 

Your focus jumps over to Eddie. He’s squinting vaguely in your direction, head tilted off his pillow with curls plastered to one cheek. 

A breathy chuckle reverberates through your chest. “Merry Christmas!” 

“Wha…”

The kids mimic you in their own broken choir of wishes but with half the enthusiasm you delivered. 

Eddie’s eyebrows weave into one crooked arch. He attempts, and quickly fails, to prop himself up on his elbows, making a sullen sort of sigh on the way down. 

You stride over to the bed, landing on the edge by his sheet-wrapped thigh. Your hand slips behind his shoulders and you offer a half smile. “Surprise?” 

He winces into a sit, a hand flying to his chest. Pain folds back into confusion as his eyes flicker across each face in the room. “I don’t… Why?” 

“So you can celebrate, silly.” You hook a finger under the hair stuck to his face and tuck it behind his ear. 

His lashes flutter closed as he melts into your palm, slowly bending until his forehead meets your shoulder. “Sorry, ‘m so tired.” 

Despite the overdramatic gagging going on behind you, you accept the embrace, running a ginger hand up his spine where his gown has billowed open. “Don’t be. Didn’t mean to wake ya. It’s early.” 

His nose sweeps a cold line across your collar. “How’d you get in? Place is like a prison,” he mumbles. “Already tried to escape.” 

“No, you didn’t,” you snort. 

“No,” he admits, lips turning against your shirt. “You snuck in? Snuck a whole Christmas tree in?”

You lean away just enough to nod, pride softening the edges of your grin.

“And you managed to do that with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum times two.” 

“I’m sorry– Who face-planted off a roof again?” Dustin cracks. 

Your sudden laughter is corked with Eddie’s palm. He glares– or tries to anyway– but you know his tells. The way one corner of his mouth twitches through his frown. How he tilts his head when he’s secretly amused. “Don’t laugh at that,” he says, utterly unconvincing. 

The rest of your laugh is swallowed, but the levity doesn’t fade. You peel his fingers off, gently carrying them to your lap like they might be broken too. “It’s true. You did.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Don’t pout.” You tip your head, mirroring him on purpose. “Do you like it?” 

His gaze tapers back up to the scene behind you, eyes glowing with red, green, and gold. “No, I love it,” he says honestly. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. I can’t believe this. How’d I get so lucky? Hmm?” Eddie pinches your side, cutting off your giggle with a swift kiss. 

“God, gross!” 

You whip your head toward the source. “Lucas, you literally have a girlfriend.” 

“Yeah, but you’re kissing Eddie.”

“What? You don’t think Eddie’s pretty?” Your fingers clamp either side of his face, cheeks squishing into his puckered lips like a fish. 

Eddie stares blankly at Lucas, but the second his eyes bound to yours, you both burst into laughter. 

“Don’t make me laugh, babe. Fuck,” he hisses, doubled over in amusement and equal pain.

“Sorry, sorry,” you amend, hands gently sandwiching his. “Oh– Let me get your gift.” 

He’s curious but he still sulks as you leave, chasing the lost warmth as you slide off the bed. “A gift?” 

“Mhmm,” you say, unzipping the front pocket of your bag. You fish out a small box wrapped in glossy paper with a puffy, red bow. 

He gives it a good shake when you pass it to him and a knowing smirk at the noise it makes. 

“Open it.” You beckon the kids closer, taking your prior spot on the bed. “It’s from all of us.”

The paper falls away under Eddie’s eager hands, a smirk growing and growing until it suddenly falters. Pure shock washes over him as he gawks at the gift. A limited edition, glow-in-the-dark set of dice he’s been talking about for months. 

His eyes shoot between you and the dice several times before he asks, “Where’d you even get these? They sold out like immediately.”

You shrug, nonchalance slipping. “Know a guy.”

He rolls his eyes, giving your shoulder a good jostle. And his gaze shifts across every person in the room, thumb absentmindedly roving across the box's label. “Thank you, guys.” 

“They come with one condition,” Dustin says. 

“What’s that?”

“You have to resurrect Virehart the Vengeful.”

Eddie groans, burying his smile in his free hand and shaking his head. “I told you guys I’m not doing it.”

“Please, come on! That’s our only condition,” Will tries. 

“He literally had like two lines.” 

“And they were badass!” says Dustin. “A blade is only as sharp as the courage behind it,” he recites in a voice much deeper than his own. 

“Oh my God.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand. “Fine, fine.” 

The boys celebrate with a chain of cheers. Eddie steals your fingers back amidst all of the yelling, a doting little look in his eyes. Forget the dice, you’re the real gift to him. 

The fuss very promptly ends when someone clears their throat. You all turn in unison, finding the same nurse from earlier. She sighs, hands planted on her hips with a disapproving shake to her head. 

Eddie chuckles nervously. “Merry Christmas?” 

[luvmanifesting]

DECIDE

now that everyones in 2025 (hopefully) lets start the year with a fresh start! your success story is immediate as soon as you decide what you want is TRUE and is already HERE. this is what YOU are not going to do this year.

you are not going to compare yourself to others

you will not ask any more questions about how to do this and that when the answers are right in front of you

you are not going to procrastinate

you are not going to waiver

you are not accepting the 3D as final

you will not cry and complain about things that are easily fixable

you will not doom scroll

you will not over consume

make your decision right now, not now not tomorrow. NOW. right now i want you to say you have everything you want, right now i want you to stand firm in your belief. no you don’t have to necessarily believe in your affirmation, but just understand that it is true no matter whatever the hell you see, you are not wasting another 365 days of this shit..HELL NO!. pick a state and STAY in it, you can have a billion states if you want but hopefully you do not rip your eyelashes off and accepting the 3D. take notes on everything you’ve learned and use it. tumblr is NOT your safe place and it will never be. if i told you my best friend (who is now my sister) manifested her bias noticing her you will IMMEDIATELY get jealous. why?

BECAUSE YOU’RE COMPARING YOURSELF TO OTHERS.

all this app is going to do to you is make you cry cry and ask ask ask and complain complain complain. no, stop. “o-oo-oh-oh.. bu—bbbbut ayami i cant manifest—“ yeah no.. yes you can manifest. all you have to do is know what you want, imagine it, know imagination (4D) is the true reality, and then bam creation is finished and you can go about your day.

i’ll say this again, you guys are TEWWWWW old to be complaining like this, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DECIDE AND ACCEPT IT AS FINAL.

“the outer-man sees nothing but limitations” (credits to @luckykiwiii101 for that quote)

are you going to be the outer man? who’s dumb and pathetic and limited? or are you going to be the inner man who’s limitless and can manifest anything they want instantly?

[girlthatgotawaysdiary]

study tips: how to get a 4.00 GPA 🩰

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All throughout last year I've gotten perfect grades on my report cards and many of my friends have asked how I've done it and i seriously had no idea until recently when I started to take notice of my new ways of studying... and today ive decided to put all my findings on this post...so here we goo...💋

#1 finish ur homework the second u get it:

I cannot stress this enough HOMEWORK IS IMPORTANT! idc if you’re too lazy or busy studying for exams, homework is almost half of your grade, doing it the second you get it is the best way to eliminate the stress and procrastination you get when trying to tackle an assignment.

#2 be nice to teachers:

ultimately teachers are the ones deciding your fate, so being a teacher's pet isn't always a bad thing. you don't have to absolutely love them, but giving them respect while speaking, trying to connect with and get to know them, and even just thanking them after class would take you a long way. 

#3 pay attention in class:

ive heard this a million times and as a girly with undiagnosed adhd it is so hard for me to focus during class, but one thing I found helpful is sitting in front of the class. this was important because the teacher was literally in my face so I couldn't zone out. a thing that also helped me is 24/7 taking notes or highlighting passages.

#4 start caring: 

in middle school, i literally did not care about school whatsoever(and im sure most of u as well) and that was because i didn't have any severe consequences. my parents may get mad at me and i may feel disappointed in myself, but there was no long-term consequences. so when i started high school.

i had to start caring because high school grades are all that matters to universities. it was also because i knew i had a dream and wanted to achieve it, and the only way to do so was to fake being a good student till i actually became one.

something that also stops you from caring about school, is u caring about other people or what they think of u, whether it be positively or negatively. thinking about others will take up most of your brain capacity very quickly, which would result in u being distracted and not caring about ur schoolwork.

#5 surrond urrself with people who actually want to improve themselves:

this is SO important! surrounding urself with negative people who don't care about education can greatly affect you(e.g. making u late to class) making friends with people who show up to class on time, get their work done fast, and respect others is a pathway to getting good grades. i believe that the most people you spend time with reflect on who you are, and don't let those people be negative.

*now these tips won't guarantee you getting immediate straight A's, but applying them to your school life will definitely improve it.

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[stardust-swan]

What Advice Does Aphrodite Have for You?

Pick a picture: 1, 2, 3

Note: this is a general reading

Pile 1

Aphrodite is calling on you to stop dwelling on the negative and focus on the beauty in your life.

I'm getting a sense that you're struggling with feeling unfocused. Maybe you feel directionless, or you're putting your energy into too many different directions at once and feeling burnt out because of it. I feel a sense of procrastination and/or ignoring realities, or just having a scattered approach which doesn't yield the results you want.

I'm also getting a sense of loss or regret, maybe over a lost or squandered opportunity. You're dwelling on the past and not facing the current reality.

However, not all is lost.

Aphrodite's message to you:

You must process loss, and re-evaluate how you're spending your time and energy. Although you might not agree right now, change is on the way. You will experience victory, and take control of your life instead of letting it slip by. A sense of energy, willpower and movement is bubbling under the surface even though you might not feel it right now. But it's necessary for you to stop dwelling on your regrets and to focus on the beauty in your life if you want to succeed. She also cautions you against distractions and hesitation - where are you losing focus? The reins are in your hands and the road in front of you is wide. You can move forward to a life or purpose, love and fulfilment, as long as you heed her advice to see the beauty amongst the ruins and to not let your vision of the future become clouded.

Pile 2

Aphrodite is calling on you to release yourself from rigid expectations and to focus on your dreams.

I'm getting a sense that you feel trapped by the expectations that have been placed upon you, whether by yourself or others. There may also be a power struggle or overly controlling power dynamic.

There's also a sense of annoyance here because someone is failing to meet expectations. You may be dealing with emotional immaturity or unfulfilled expectations. Someone may not acting with sincerity. Or you could be annoyed with yourself rather than another person and struggling with emotional insecurity. You may be ignoring your dreams in fear of being hurt.

And there's a sense of hard work. You may be wondering if all your grinding will have the desired results you want, and the answer is YES. Your hard work will be rewarded, especially in the creative world. Commit to your dreams and be patient; the fruits of your labour will be sweet.

Aphrodite's message to you

Set boundaries with those who hinder or oppress you. Stay grounded and realistic in love and emotional matters; avoid unrealistic ideals and avoid promises that sound too good to be true. Tend carefully to your garden, as the first sprouts of your labour are begining to emerge. Have patience, as beauty takes time to bloom.

Pile 3

You've been through a LOT, and feel worn down. But it's made you more resilient and you're standing strong. A goal you've worked hard for is in reach, but there are still some obstacles to overcome.

There's a sense that you're repressing some difficult emotions. It's also possible that someone in your life is betraying you or that there's gossip surrounding you. However, the light at the end of the tunnel is nearing. You will release all the negative feelings and learn to cope better. If a partner is being unfaithful, they will be exposed. The worst is over and it's time to heal and rest.

There's also a sense of passion to the point it's harmful. There's emotional turmoil and moodiness; in matters of love you may be dealing with a person who appears charming on the surface, but will break your heart. Or you could have a crush on someone who doesn't reciprocate. In matters of health, an unhealthy or hedonistic lifestyle may be having bigger effects on your health than you realise.

Aphrodite's message to you

You are stronger than you know, but even the strongest of people deserve to rest sometimes. She cautions you against chasing illusions or clinging to people who are bad for you because you miss how they made you feel in the beginning. Ask yourself what kind of love you truly need and deserve instead of being grateful for scraps of affection. She encourages you to embrace hope; she is gently brushing the weight you've been carrying off of your shoulders. You are safe to breathe, to dream, and to heal. Your scars are proof of your courage, but do not let them harden your heart - guard yourself, but not so tightly you shut out love. Rest and ready yourself, as the journey is not over, but you are now more prepared for it.

[myfictionalromance]

A Ghost at Gotham University Pt.2

DP x DC | Danny Fenton x Tim Drake | Masterlist

The espresso machine roared as Danny pushed open the door to the café. The low lighting was warm and gave the space a cozy atmosphere. It was a quiet little spot on a well-lit street, not too far from campus, and right next to the business district—which meant it was plenty busy during the day but stayed open late as a haven for night owls like himself. Danny was hoping it would be a good study spot from now on.

Not that he couldn’t study in his dorm—but he couldn't study in his dorm. There were plenty of ghosts haunting the historic dorm he was privileged enough to stay in—thanks to the Wayne Scholarship. Specifically, the ghost that haunted his small room—a frat guy from the ’80s named Brock—did not take well to Danny encroaching on his haunt.

“Bro, you cannot be serious—this is my dorm. My dad paid for me to not have a roommate!”

“BRO—” Danny countered exasperatedly, “You’re literally a ghost. Your dad hasn’t paid for anything since your Hell Week incident.”

“Hazing is all a part of the brotherhood, lil’ man. I have no regrets—my final keg stand was the stuff of legends!”

Danny facepalmed. It took promising that he’d swing by a frat party soon—and the fact that Danny had literally nowhere else to stay—to convince Brock.

“Alright, bruh. You go to a party, become my honorary brother—you can hang. The brotherhood doesn’t turn down their bros who need to couch surf!”

“This is my assigned dorm room. I’m using the bed,” Danny replied flatly.

And that was how Danny ended up getting his first college roommate. It seemed to go well the first few nights. Brock made himself scarce—usually visiting the frat house or other communal haunts around campus. Until Danny sat down to crack open his biology book, and Brock appeared in a flash—moaning about how studying harshed the vibe of his haunt, and refusing to let Danny ruin that while he stayed there. This was apparently some ghostly trigger, it seemed—so Danny couldn’t fault him too much. But it didn’t stop him from grumbling as he hauled his heavy backpack down the street.

Walking the dark streets of Gotham just to study wasn’t his best choice, but he had a pop quiz tomorrow! It wasn’t his fault he’d procrastinated all day under the false assumption he’d be able to study in his dorm. Then, like a lighthouse guiding him home—the neon sign for Gotham Grounds caught his eye. Hark! He was saved!

Now, as he made his way through the café, with only a few patrons sprawled about, he decided to take a whole table in the front for himself. Perfect! Now he could spread out a bit, grab a little coffee, and dig into his assignments. He was determined to make Jazz proud this time around—get the best grades he could, prioritize school, so he could have a strong career in whatever he ended up wanting to do (he still wasn’t sure yet…). After all, college isn’t cheap—and if he wanted to keep his scholarship, he’d have to be way more committed to his studies than he was in high school.

As he walked up to the counter to place his order, he came to an abrupt stop when a new patron came speeding through the door. The guy in question—tall, dark-haired, wearing a stunning suit—would’ve been handsome if he didn’t look so utterly sleep-deprived. His eyes, framed by dark circles, popped wide open when he realized his hurried and abrupt entry made him cut Danny off in line. He let out a brief, “Oh, sorry—you go!” and ushered Danny forward to order first.

“Thanks—” Danny’s soft reply hitched in his throat when they caught eyes. Mr. Handsome Stranger smirked a bit before Danny shook his head and turned his focus back to what was important right now—caffeine! He wrestled through the bi-panic to remember his coffee order.

“Uhhh, I’ll have a medium red-eye.” The barista looked aghast, and Danny at least had the self-awareness to look a bit sheepish.

“A red-eye at 8 p.m.? Are you sure? That stuff’ll wake the dead…”

Danny mused that it was nice the barista seemed to care enough for his well-being to double-check.

“Oh yeah,” he quickly tried to laugh it off. “Lots of studying to do tonight, and it really doesn’t hit me that bad.” The barista reluctantly rang him up and gestured to Mr. Handsome behind Danny.

“What about you, sir?”

Sleepy Beauty blinked slowly and yawned out, “I’ll take a black-eye…”

“A black-eye? Geez, what’s with all these hardcore coffee orders this late?” The slack-jawed employee was absolutely peeved as he rang up the next order. “You want that to-go as usual, Mr. Drake?”

The guy—Mr. Drake, apparently—glanced at Danny, who quickly looked away.

“I’ll take it for here, actually. I’ve got some work to do as well.”

“All right—two death-by-coffee’s coming up… you freaks.” The surly man chuckled as he fired up the espresso machine and got to work.

Danny was already back at his table—staring very intently at that biology book that had seemed so important ten minutes ago.

“Sorry Jazz, I’m weak,” he thought to himself.

If this was the rate he was going at, he might not make it through the semester. He noticed this Drake guy had picked a table adjacent to his at the front. Danny could see him out of the corner of his eye as he pulled a sleek laptop from his bag.

After a moment, the barista sauntered over to their tables with their orders. Danny looked up at Mr. Drake and chuckled.

“That’s so funny we both got pretty much the same order—that guy thought we were nuts.”

“Hey, it’s always good to meet someone with superior taste in coffee,” he laughed back. “I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Danny!” he replied with a crooked smile.

They raised their mugs to each other in solidarity before hunkering down to their respective tasks.

And from then on, they worked in comfortable silence. Only the sound of soft jazz pouring through the radio, the espresso machine, and the murmur of the few other patrons filled the air. The night eventually wore on, and about an hour later, Tim left. Danny’s eyes trailed him on the way out.

“It was nice to finally meet someone who wasn’t a ghost,” he mused. “I wonder if I’ll see him around?”

Unbeknownst to Danny, Tim was hurrying back to the Nest to suit up for the night. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted a whole hour of patrol over coffee and a brief moment of bi-panic! But then again, it had been nice to take a moment to breathe. A busy day at the office followed up by what was sure to be a long night out—he couldn’t fault himself for wanting to stop for a minute.

He was going to be thinking about those blue eyes all night…

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely! Can you do poly!wolfstar x reader who is normally a brilliant student but since the start of the year she’s just been… not? And I mean failing most of her classes, procrastinating more than usual, etc. Like the material just doesn’t click in her head anymore and she feels… I don’t wanna say embarrassed, but yeah maybe a bit embarrassed

Thank you for requesting angel! I hope you know that what Sirius and Remus say in this fic is true, and though grades are never a real indicator of your intelligence you can always improve them <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Oh,” Remus says from the kitchen, over the sound of chopping. “Dovey, did you get your mark back on that essay yet?”

A newly familiar brand of self-loathing spreads through your gut. “Mhm,” you hum, half hoping he won’t hear. 

“How was it?” 

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, staring unseeingly at the assignment you’re meant to be doing on your laptop. You know Remus doesn’t mean to pester you. He’s only curious because you’d spent a rushed evening writing the essay at the last minute and he likely remembers your panic; he has no reason to think you’ve done anything but well, as he’s used to with you. Still, you wish he had a worse memory and perhaps cared less. 

“Fine,” you say. 

It’s not a lie, though the half-truth tastes bitter on your tongue. It was, by definition, fine. You’d received a passing mark, though just barely. You shouldn’t have been surprised; the essay had been a last-minute scramble and had probably read like one, your ideas half formed and structured only coherently enough that you thought you might coast by with a B. Realistically, you’d known this professor was too strict to let you do that. 

“That’s good,” Remus hums, appeased. You’re lucky he’s not nearby enough to read the guilt on your face. 

The sharp tang of blood spreads through your mouth as you navigate to a new tab. You haven’t thought much about what effect a C would have on your mark in the class. You’ve avoided thinking about it much at all. Still, the essay was a weighty assignment, so maybe there’s a chance that C could have buoyed you above failing…

You don’t hear Sirius coming up behind the couch. He’s been bouncing between you and Remus all evening, no task of his own but happy to distract you both from yours. You register his arms coming around your front right as he registers the marks on your screen.

You slam your laptop shut. 

Sirius says your name, soft with surprise. 

“You snuck up on me.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” he says. It’s not an apology, but almost. “How long have—why haven’t you said anything?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You feel tears pressing at your throat and you shove them down. “It’s embarrassing.” 

Sirius makes a soft sound, chin landing gently in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His thumb strokes over your abdomen. “Oh, my girl…” 

“Everything alright?” Remus’ chopping has stopped. Although he can’t see you, he can still detect a somber tone. 

Sirius is quiet. He’s not going to give you away, you know. But to avoid having secrets between the three of you, you have to come clean to Remus yourself. 

“Yeah,” you say with forced lightness. Your stomach is in knots. “Everything’s fine, I’m just not doing very well in school.” 

“Oh.” Remus appears from inside the kitchen. He comes toward you with brows drawn together, not in disappointment but in concern. “Anything I can help with?” 

Your throat closes up at how he offers it so easily. You give him a watery smile. “I don’t think so.” 

Sirius’ arms stiffen at the squeak of your voice. “Hey,” he says, rubbing your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just school.” 

You try to stay quiet as a tiny sob bullies its way out of you. It used to be just school for you. Simple, routine, nothing you had to work terribly hard at. It mattered, but not much, because you never had to worry about it. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” you admit as Remus comes to sit beside you, sympathy digging into the space between his brows. “I just can’t—it’s like I can’t do anything this year. I’m failing.” 

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright.” Sirius lets you go so Remus can draw you into a hug. You curl against him, humiliated and yet desperate for comfort. “You’re not failing.” 

“I literally am.” 

“Maybe,” he says calmly, “but Sirius is right. It’s only school. You’re only failing some classes, not failing in general. Don’t start telling yourself you’re not brilliant.” 

You’re quiet, sniffling. Remus’ silence is knowing. He rubs up and down between your shoulder blades in slow, short strokes. He has a way of always saying what you’re really upset about.

“You’re still brilliant,” he says. You hide your face in his jumper, steeping in your shame. 

“You can come back from failing a few classes,” Sirius tells you. “I know you’re not used to it, but you’re only having an off term, sweetness. It’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out.” 

“I don’t—” You sniff hard, pulling away from Remus to wipe under your eyes. “I don’t think I have time to figure it out.” 

“You may not be able to pass this term,” Remus agrees. Your face tightens at the confirmation, but he goes on gently, “That doesn’t mean you’ve failed. You can sort it out for the next one. We’ll help you. It’ll only be one bad term, you can move on from it.” 

“People do it all the time.” Sirius leans over the back of the couch, kissing your shoulder. “It doesn’t mean anything about you. Just that you had a rough go.” 

You tilt your head so it touches his lightly, the smallest token of affection. Sirius rewards you by cupping your chin in his hand, tilting your head back so he can smile down at you. He thumbs a couple of tears off your cheeks. 

“You’re both being very reasonable,” you say quietly. “If you loved me you’d tar and feather me.” 

“You know, we so would,” Sirius bends to kiss your nose, “because we do love you, but unfortunately the tar still hasn’t been replenished from last month’s public humiliation.” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetheart,” Remus chides, rubbing your arm. “It’s only been one term.” 

“Mm, also true,” says Sirius. “Usually we don’t tar and feather anyone until at least three.” 

At last his teasing gets a smile out of you, albeit a small, begrudging one. Sirius grins widely in response. 

He stamps his lips on your forehead, voice dropping into a more sincere register. “You’ve nothing to be embarrassed of, lovely girl. We’ll get past it, yeah?”

You find that you believe him. 

[mischievousmoony]

𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛

⟢ james potter x reader (who is skilled at gift wrapping) ⟢ you and james wrap christmas gifts for your kids last minute ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: no warnings? lmk if i missed anything

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The crisp rustle of wrapping paper tears through the air as you unravel a sheet long enough for a rather larger box. 

You and your husband, decked in matching holiday pajamas, are sitting on the dark hardwood floor of your bedroom. Surrounding you are various presents that you’re working tirelessly to wrap late this Christmas Eve. 

“Why do we do this every year? Scratch that— why do I let you convince me to do this every year?” you suddenly ask when you get a glimpse of the clock on your nightstand. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” James asks on an exhale of airy laughter. 

“Oh, nothing,” you hum as you measure out how much paper you’ll need. “Just trying to figure out how I let myself marry a chronic procrastinator. And how I let him be such a bad influence on me.”

James falters, dropping the flaps of snowflake-decorated paper he was about to tape down. 

“A chronic procrastinator? A bad influence!?”

You press your lips together to hold back a smile. “Keep wrapping. It’s almost three in the morning,” you say as your scissors satisfyingly glide through the wrapping paper. 

“No,” James protests, pushing the gift away from him and crossing his arms petulantly. “Not until we address your little comment.”

“See, you’re procrastinating right now by trying to start a debate about whether or not you have a problem,” you tease, your lips involuntarily turning up at the corners.

“It sounds like you want to finish the wrapping by yourself,” he jokes, but you both know he’d never leave you hanging. 

“Oh, come on,” you laugh. “If we had it my way the presents would have been wrapped ages ago. They would’ve been wrapped the moment we brought them home.”

“Why would we wrap one present at a time when we could wait and wrap them all at once?” 

“Only a chronic procrastinator would ask why we should get ahead on our tasks.”

James knows you’ve got him there, so all he can do is huff. “Stop saying procrastinate it doesn’t sound like a word anymore.”

“Alright, slacker,” you say through a grin.

James rolls his eyes dramatically as he repositions himself from sitting up to lying on his side. “I’m not a slacker,” he says, propping his head up on his elbow, “I just want to be efficient.”

Your eyebrows shoot up as James denies his tendency for putting off his tasks as he gets comfortable in front of a half-wrapped present. 

“Yeah, real efficient,” you say as you carefully fold the paper at the corners, creating perfect trapezoids on the sides of the box, which you tape down with a small square of sellotape. 

He takes notice of the look you gave him, and provides an excuse. “I’m just taking a break.” 

“This is the definition of slacking, by the way. C’mon we’re going to be dead tired tomorrow.”

“We’ll be fine, it’s only 3 a.m.,” James says as if it’s barely midnight. Regardless, he pushes himself back into a seated position and finishes taping down the paper over the box that holds a new toy truck for you son.

“Last Christmas the kids were jumping in our beds by seven,” you say, very matter-of-factly. 

“If they’re awake that early I’ll corral them to the kitchen and make a big breakfast with them to give you an extra hour,” he promises as he reaches for a new roll of wrapping paper— a dark green one with cartoon reindeers printed all over.

“You need sleep too.”

James shrugs. “Well, it was my fault we procrastinated wrapping these anyway.”

“Oh? So you admit it now?”

“What can I say? Is it so bad that after we put the kids down and I was all alone with my beautiful wife I’d rather cuddle or catch up on our shows or… other things.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 

“Other things?” you snort. 

“Yeah. Wanna do them right now?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

“James!” you scold him as a blush heats your face. 

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll focus.” He reaches for the slowly dwindling pile of presents and picks one that looks easy to wrap. You both prefer to leave the more complicated ones to you, as you always seem to have some unique way to wrap the strangest shapes. 

“Not that one!” you stop him. “That one’s from Santa, you have to use the shiny red paper and the golden bows.” 

“What? I picked this one,” he says, turning over the box of a new doll for your daughter. “I don’t want to give Santa all the credit!” James pouts. 

“And you’ll get it. In about ten years, give or take, when we tell them it was all a lie in the name of Christmas spirit.” 

James laughs and takes a look at the clock that reads 3:16 a.m. Santa can have this one, James decides. Even if he did continue to protest, you would probably convince him in the end. 

For the next twenty minutes, you two get lost in the rhythm of wrapping. With James handling the simple boxes, and you expertly finishing the oddly shaped ones, folding the paper in ways that obscure the gift’s silhouette while adding an elegant touch. 

You know your kids won’t give the wrapping a second thought, and it will all end up torn into bits on the floor, but you just love the way they all look under the tree. So perfectly arranged and beautifully wrapped, it makes Christmas feel all the more special.

As you straighten out a bow made from hand curled ribbons on the top of a dollhouse, pre-assembled for play tomorrow morning, James hisses and drops the paper he’s working with. You look up at him as he brings his finger up to his lips.

“Ow, ow!” 

“Y’alright?” you ask. 

“I’ve been injured! Wounded! No one told me how hazardous gift wrapping would be!” he wails dramatically, cradling his right hand with his left. 

You laugh at the sight of him, gathering that he has probably gotten a paper cut. Shuffling over to him on your knees, you outstretch your hand. “Let me see.”

He puts his hand in yours and you turn it over to inspect his pointer finger. It takes you half a minute to find the small slice in the top layer of skin. It’s nearly impossible to see, and you’re sure the pain has subsided now. Still, you bring his hand to your lips and press a soft kiss over the small cut. 

“Better?” you mumble against his skin. 

“Almost. I think I have another injury right here.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes to find him tapping his lips, puckered and awaiting a kiss. 

You shake your head at his antics but oblige him anyway and connect your lips in a gentle kiss. James’ right hand snakes out of your grip so he can wrap it around your waist to hold you into the kiss for a little longer. 

“Come on,” you say as you begin to pull away, “we only have a few more presents between us and those fresh homemade cookies laying out for Santa.”

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[jjknowsball]

Perfection

Summary: AU Fic where Paige is a D1 Football player and Azzi is an overwhelmed Biology major.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: None right now

Note: I couldn’t get that one Overtime video where Paige says that she would be nasty if she was a football player out of my head!! 😭

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Just when Azzi thought that her day couldn’t get any worse, the combination of her Biology lab report and her roommate banging tonight’s lucky hookup in their shared bathroom wasn’t helping the case. 

If she heard another ooh or right there, she might just make the 10 o’clock news. The thoughts of the mysterious girl pressed against the shower wall while her roommate….

She shook her head. Now was not the time to be thinking like that 

Not being able to withstand the noise she decides to do what any other sane person would do. Call someone else to suffer with you.

“ Do you hear this shit, Car” Azzi said as she dropped her head on the keyboard. If anything Caroline was supposed to be in the same dorm suffering with her,  but  due to Azzi procrastination when it came to decision making she couldn’t decide on what dorm complex she wanted her  and Caroline to live in. What she didn’t expect was for Housing to put her in a totally separate dorm with a totally random roommate.

“Maybe you can ask her to stop?” Caroline proudly asked 

Azzi  just lifted her head giving her a look 

“Never mind, forget I said anything”

Finally it stopped and for once Azzi thought her roommate was done in record breaking time.

That was until “What you heard” by Sonder came on and round six had begun. 

Not that she was counting or anything

“I can’t take this anymore” Azzi yelled, standing up a little too fast. Opening the door, she quickly reached the bathroom door. Her internal monologue was telling her that she has this and it doesn’t matter if her roommate is the Paige Bueckers (The best women’s football player on UConn’s campus.)

She knocks on the door and instantly hears scrambling from the other side of the door. The door opens and Azzi is met with the women of the hour, Paige Bueckers. 

“You need something?” She inquires and Azzi finds that all of the confidence from her pep talk is gone. The blond girl is standing in front of her leaning on the doorway.  They were around the same height but her presence seemed to tower over the younger girl. Her hair was down and wavy presumably from the shower she was just enjoying. And to make matters worse the only thing covering her frame was a white fluffy towel.

The taller girl raises her eyebrow again, trying to gain the other girls attention, as she turns her head.

“I have a bio report, quieter?, please!!” Azzi blurts out. This is definitely a humiliation ritual, if she had to guess. 

“ Yea, I will start wrapping it up” Paige laughs in response before closing the door. As soon as the door closes, Azzi lets out a long sigh that she didn’t even know she was holding. 

“I think you handled that well” Caroline chimed in, scaring the hell out of Azzi as she had forgotten the other girl was on the line.

“Shut up” she muttered. “I need to transfer to a new school”

“I was thinking you could just blame the stuttering on the amount of energy drinks you have had in the last week”

Wanting to forget the previous encounter, Azzi decided to spend the rest of the late night session with a celebratory bowl of ice cream and finally finishing her lab report.  She hangs up with Caroline and calls it a night. 

As she tucks herself into bed , wishing  that tomorrow will a better and less  stressful day. 

——————-

Azzi quickly realizes that her wish was denied

It starts off with the gym being extremely pack at 6:30 a.m.. Every stair master in sight is filled with people who look nowhere near done with their workout (probably getting ready for Halloween.) She tries the smith machines but finds the cross-country team occupying the space. Her last hope is the free weights but quickly finds that all the weights she uses are taken. 

Giving up, she decides to go to the Smoothie Shake place that is in the gym. Only, they are out of her favorite green mango smoothie and the only other recommendation the man gives is a vanilla milkshake.

Who fucking drinks a vanilla milkshake at 8:30 in the morning.

Azzi settles for a protein bar to get her through class. Walking to the bus station right outside of the gym she notices a piece of paper: 

 Blue route is out service today; Sorry for the inconvenience. 

A huge inconvenience but nothing she couldn’t overcome. She buys 10 minutes on an e-scooter ( which gets approved after her card declines 3 times.) She is going to be 5 minutes late and she prays that the professor won’t lock the door. 

—

“How nice of you to join us, Fudd” her professor acknowledged her in the lecture hall of 100 without looking up. “ Since you are late would you care to read the passage from the article I prescribed.” 

Caroline nudges her as she tries to remember the article she forgot to print out. She reads the passage and gives a half-ass interpretation of it

“ Next time I would like you to read from your own paper instead of Ducharme’s. “ He chirps. Azzi spends the rest of class moping as she has never gotten called out in front of the class like that before. 

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“ I am worried about you” Caroline says as she watches the brunette shotgun two whole expresso. “ That can not be healthy” 

“ Just think about as academic pregaming” 

“I think you should take a break” 

“ As much as I would love to do that, I still have 3 more things to do today “ Azzi says as she starts to run off “ How motherly of you to be worried tho.” 

Caroline goes to open her mouth to tell Azzi something but she is long gone at that point. 

———

This part of the day has a special place in Azzi’s heart. Working as an assistant at the on-campus daycare has its ups and down but the kids make it worth it. 

Except today they decide to be mini crotch goblins. It all start off with Sam putting gum in Mia’s hair. She tries her best to do damage control but it only leaves Mia crying about how ugly her hair is. Calvin decides to push Demarcus off of the slide at recess and Azzi is only able to talk him off the ledge with a Pokémon bandaid 

The icing on the cake was Xavier’s drawing. The inspiring artist has taken it upon his self to draw a picture of Azzi everyday. She enjoyed seeing the stylistic differences of from day-to-day. Today, Xavier choose realism 

The picture mainly constituted of dark colors beside her pink hoodie ( Xavier made sure to draw her expresso stain on it.) Her hair was drawn in a crazy messed up bun and worst of all her face had a sad face with tears. 

“Maybe we should keep the happy ones for hanging” Azzi tried to insinuate. 

“ Nah, I like this one. Feels real” the five year old said before handing it to Auntie Cass, the head teacher and then went off to go and play

“ I hate to agree with him but it does reflect your current state” Auntie Cass  says while patting the younger girl’s  back “ Go home” 

“I-“ 

“If the next words out of your mouth is a no, I will pull you into my lap and rock you like you are five in that rocking chair” she demands  “Go home, I meant it”

Azzi can’t really argue with that so she takes off her lanyard and says goodbye to the receptionist before walking out into the frigid October air. She pops her AirPods back in her ear to play Mary J Blige.

She makes it half the way to the Dining hall where she is supposed to meet up with Caroline and Ines, when her phone goes off 

Car: Club basketball practice is canceled :/

Before she can respond, all she sees in her peripheral is something spinning in her direction. After whatever it is makes impact she hears a girl scream and all she can see is black and all she can think about is this it. 

This is the break she had wished for.

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[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

—PART FIVE

pairing: lucifer morningstar x fallen angel! fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fluff

notes: gotta keep writing to feed the simps.

PART ONE | PART FOUR | PART SIX

Lucifer sat in his office chair, pen on one hand as he finally did the paperwork that he was procrastinating on for... A few months now, but anyways.

He was deep in thought, the fountain pen fluidly moving along with his hand as he signed the documents. Mind wandering, dissociating even.

He has a lot to think about considering that the next extermination is coming in a few days.

His eyes landed on his right hand, ring finger bare of any rings. He smiled proudly to himself, it took some work to actually remove his wedding ring and he finally did, his divorce doesn't hurt as much as it used to be. He has a lot to work on, his heart, his mind, and his actions.

He's happy that he stopped staying stuck in the past and now, he's ready to move forward. He has let go of Lilith, as the woman wanted. But he'll never forget [y/n], despite the distance and lack of communication, he still thinks of her as his best friend and he's glad she never stopped thinking of him too.

Lucifer sighs, a small smile on his face. Smiling at the thought of her. His hand once again moved gracefully along the paper, ink rolling off the tip of the pen as he signed his signature.

He misses [y/n], he longs to hug her so much.

Knock, knock.

He flinches at the sound of the front door being knocked, the sounds echoing off the castle walls. He lives alone after all, so the palace is deathly silent.

Lucifer groans, rolling his eyes.

It's probably another solicitor or another sinner wanting to have an audience with him.

Choosing to ignore it and continue with his work.

Knock, knock, knock.

There it is again, the annoying sound of someone knocking on his front door.

He exhaled, continuing his work.

They'll go away if I ignore them, just like always.

He mutters to himself, huffing in annoyance as he works.

[y/n] huffs to herself, crossing her arms around her chest. She's been knocking for a few minutes now and nobody answered.

I wonder if he's home?

She thought, standing outside the door. Hand running over the skirt of her light blue dress.

She waits for a few minutes, taking a deep breath. Trying to calm down her beating heart. Mentally practicing what she wants to say to him when she sees him.

Bringing her hand back up, forming into a tight knuckle. She knocked once more.

Knock, knock, knock.

It took so much patience for him not to break the fountain pen on his hand. Lucifer gently brought down the pen on to his table. Bringing both his hands towards his mouth and nose as he exhaled exasperatedly. Closing his eyes, eye twitching a little.

I stand corrected, this sinner is persistent.

Taking a deep breath, he finally stood up from his chair, grumbling as he left his office. Going down the stairs.

Finally arriving at the front door of his, fixing his clothes to look presentable to whoever is at the other side. Raising his guard up as he doesn't trust other sinners.

Finally opening the door, eyes closed in annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. Who's there...” his voice died down when he opened his eyes again to see a familiar angel standing on his doorway, [y/n] looking at him awkwardly, waving her hand at him shyly.

Did he go insane without realizing?

[y/n] is standing on his doorway wearing a cute light blue short dress that reaches beneath her knees, halo no longer on her head but he can tell she used it as an accessory based on the golden bracelet on her wrist. She looked as beautiful as the day he last saw her. Though, he had a tint of worry as he noticed the bandages on her arms and knees. What happened to her?

Is this a hallucination?

“[y/n]...?” he asked hesitantly, afraid that she'll disappear and afraid she's just a fragment of his imagination.

[y/n] smiled, heart beating loudly against her chest. Lucifer stood in front of her. The white suit with red accents really fits him, he's just as beautiful as she last saw him, more even.

He is really here.../She is really here...

Finally deciding to break the silence between them, [y/n] smiled at him, “It has been awhile, Lucifer.”

Her voice was enough to snap him from his thoughts and without thinking, he leaped into her arms and hugged her. Tears finally streaming down his pale cheeks. The action causing both of them to fall into the floor.

The warmth of his embrace around her was also enough for [y/n] to silently cry. She misses him so much, so many years spent without him made her incredibly so lonely.

Lucifer grips into her waist, burying his face at the crook of her neck as he sobbed.

Lucifer wonders if this was a dream at first but he was able to inhale the familiar perfume she always wore and it was enough to make him cry even more.

It felt like the universe finally listened to his pleas. He was just thinking that he misses her so much a few minutes ago and then suddenly she's in his door step.

“[y/n].... You're really here... Wait...” his eyes widened as he finally removed himself from her warm embrace, holding her arms gently.

“Why are you here...?” he asked softly, voice hoarse from crying. [Y/n] wiped her eyes with her hand but he stopped her as Lucifer summoned a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks.

[y/n] smiled weakly, “I fell.” she says with a small giggle. Lucifer deadpans, eyes blinking not simultaneously. He stood up and offered a hand to her to help her stand in which she gladly accepted.

“What do you mean you fell? When?” he asked worriedly, [y/n] smiled softly as she placed a hand over his cheek. Thumb running over the red circle on his cheek adoringly.

“I have a lot to tell you but I fell... A few days ago... Charlie found me and she treated me during it all.” [y/n] explained softly, his eyes widening. Why didn't Charlie tell him?

[y/n] can practically hear the question based on his facial expression, she smiles. “Don't get mad at Charlie, I asked her not to tell you...” she says, avoiding eye contact.

He frowns, leaning towards her so he cups her cheeks, his other hand on her chin. He tilts her head so she's finally looking at him.

“Why...? I... I could've helped you...” he asked, voice trembling. Guilty for not being there for her in her most time of need. [Y/n] gently removed his hands from her face, squeezing it assuringly.

“Because I don't want our reunion to be a sad one, I can't bear to see you so sad and I don't want you to see how bad my situation was...” she explained softly, her thumb rubbing circles in his hand. He can only imagine what happened to her based on her injuries. She's right, he might not function properly if he saw her so injured.

Lucifer sighs, shoulders dropping as he understands her explanation. But still, he wished he could've helped her more.

“But hey, I'm here now and there's a lot that we needed to catch up on. Don't you think?” [y/n] says with a giggle, a small smile on her face. Lucifer could feel his cheeks burning up as he looked at her beautiful smiling face.

Lucifer closes his eyes as a grin finally finds its way to his handsome face, “You're right, you got a lot of explanation to do.” he says, offering his hand to her in which she accepted. He pulls her inside the palace, finally closing the door behind them.

Currently, the two are in his room just catching up with one another. Lucifer's hands shined a golden glow over her arms, his angelic powers helping her heal. He listened intently as [y/n] explained what happened to her.

His heart thumped loudly against his chest as he listened how she defended hell and how she finally got under Sera's skin that led to her fall from grace.

“You really did that...?” he asked softly, his hand working gently with her arm as he unwrapped the bandages around her arm. Her arm finally healed after helping her. [Y/n] smiled softly and nodded, “I made a promise to help Charlie and Sera hid the yearly cleansing from the other angels. It was revealed during Charlie's meeting and I was mad.” [y/n] explained to him, his gentle eyes looking up at her as he healed her arm. “I said some things to her and got her mad and I was placed in a trial in which I ended up guilty.”

Lucifer frowns, softly placing down her hand onto her lap. “I wished I was there to help you.” he says softly to her and [y/n] smiled and patted his head.

“It's alright, what's done is done. What matters the most is that I'm here now...” she says, bringing her hand up to cup his cheeks.

“Yeah... But, I hope you know that I appreciate what you did for hell...” he says, nuzzling his face against the palm of her hand. Eyes half-lidded as he looked at her.

“I know and I'll do it again. I believe that the sinners deserve a second chance.” she says, her eyes landing on the many piles of rubber ducks in his room.

“On the sidenote, I see you haven't gotten over your love for ducks.” [y/n] giggles, his cheeks exploding into a bright shade of red as he felt a little embarrassed.

“I can't help it. They're just so cute.” he says with a small pout making [y/n] laugh softly.

“Don't be embarrassed about it, I'm just glad you haven't changed much.” she says smiling at him.

His eyes widened slightly and then he smiled, “I am glad that you haven't changed too.”

[y/n] smiles, turning her head to look around his room. Seeing the portraits of his family on the wall, they looked so happy. She's a little jealous.

“You and Lilith huh?” she teases him slightly, Lucifer flinches slightly and avoids her gaze. “Well... Used to, we've divorced each other seven years ago.” he says, finally looking at her.

[y/n]'s eyes widened, a frown on her face. She felt guilty bringing the topic up. “Oh... I didn't know, I'm sorry.” she says softly, her voice held a tone of regret. Lucifer smiled and shook his head, “Don't be, it was for the best.” he explained, “We just stopped loving each other, that's all.”

“How about we change the topic?” he suggested with a smile and [y/n] nodded, “Since you're here now... Do you plan to stay at the hotel or here with me?” he asked softly to her.

[y/n] blushes softly, the idea of being alone with Lucifer in a large palace seems so.... Intimate. Lucifer's cheeks also burned slightly as he realized what he just asked.

“Staying here with you? Won't I disturb you from your work?” she asked hesitantly, Lucifer shakes his head no.

“No, no, no... You would never be a disturbance to me [n/n]... I would be glad if you stayed here...” he spoke so softly, eyes pleading for her to accept.

[y/n] smiles, she can practically read him like a book. Despite being years apart, their connection never faded.

“Alright, since you looked like you're begging me to stay.” she giggled softly, looking at him with so much fondness.

Lucifer can only stare at her face, she's looking at him like he's the most beautiful being in the universe.

Don't look at me like that, I don't want to fall too fast.

Lucifer blushes slightly, clearing his throat. “I just miss you, that's all.” he says, avoiding her gaze making her chuckle, “I've missed you too.” she says softly.

“I am really happy to see you again, it's been so long.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around her. “I am so happy to be back in your arms...” she murmurs back to him. Lacing her hand with his with him squeezing her hand gently in return.

They have a lot of catching up to do, a lot of feelings to uncover.

END NOTES: the handholding before marriage finally happened lmfaoo 😭 also imma try not to make their relationship fast paced okay, awkward friends to lovers idk. This chapter feels shorter than usual, meh.

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[moon-ttokki-x]

hiii my love ^^

reader who just got cheated on by her now ex bf, and hyunlix comforting her with cuddles and ice cream?

-🪻

yay here you go flower anon !! i procrastinated so long on this tbh but it's here now hehehe ~

stay - hyunlix x heartbroken fem!reader

pairing: hyunlix x fem!reader

summary: you show up at hyunjin and felix's place after breaking up with your bf

genre: idol!au, fem!reader, mentions of breaking up, nudity (non-sexual), mentions of blood, skin picking, mentions of eating and drinking, hyunjin and felix are soft and fluffy, hyune loves his ice cream, reader's ex bf is a fucken jerk, for the purpose of this fic, hyunjin and lix live together, reader and ex bf lived together too

a/n: this should not have taken this long bruh . . .

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By the look on Hyunjin's face, he was clearly not expecting to see you soaking wet on the porch, mascara streaking down your face in dark streaks like a waterfall.

You shift foot to foot, miserable, soaked to the bone, freezing, heartbroken. Behind the dim, golden embrace of the porch light, the rain continues to thunder down in sheets.

Hyunjin's hair is soft, fluffy, slightly spiky at the edges where the longer strands are beginning to grow back. His black headphones are slung around his neck, the sleeves of his hoodie pulled down over his hands to keep them warm.

"Y/n," he says, horrified. "What happened? Ah-"

You cut him off by plunging yourself face first into his chest, your clothes soaking his. Your fingers are so cold, almost numb, but you twist them into his hoodie as hard as you can, crying into his chest like a lost child.

Hyunjin stumbles slightly, but stays upright as you press yourself further into him, like you can just melt into his chest and disappear. With some difficulty, he reaches around you and pulls the door shut, waddling backwards and trying to keep you up.

The din of the rain silences suddenly, the only noise in the space your muffled, hiccupping sobs and the faint dripping of your soaked clothes and hair onto the floor. Hyunjin keeps an arm around you as he peers out the window next to the door, warily checking for any threat. Something must have scared you badly if you'd come running to his and Felix's door in the pouring rain this late at night.

He doesn't seem to mind that you're soaking his clothes with the mini thunderstorm you'd collected on the way here; even if he was upset, you can't bring yourself to care. Your chest aches, and your skin feels cold and wet, and you're shivering so hard you can't speak.

Hyunjin shushes you gently, kneeling down and slipping off your shoes and socks before setting them aside. He pulls off your drenched jacket and hangs it up on the hook to dry.

You don't let go even when he takes a step, so he waddles you awkwardly through the dimly lit hallway to the kitchen and living room, where Felix is sat in front of the TV.

He looks up, dark hair falling into his face, hoodie and sweats ruffled as if he'd been jumping around. You know this because the sounds of his favourite game emanate from the screen in front of him, one that he tends to get quite active playing (mainly because he's bad at it and he gets frustrated easily).

The previously determined expression on his face shifts to confusion, then to horror, then to concern. He drops his controller, almost tripping over the mess of blankets and pillows sprawled on the floor, and turns the TV off. He tosses his headphones onto the couch before holding out his hands to where you're still clutching at Hyunjin like an anchor.

"Y/nnie," he whispers, eyes sad. "What- Are you okay?"

You sniffle, bottom lip wobbling, quaking from the cold. You're chattering so hard you can't control your motions at all, no matter how hard you try.

Felix seems to realise this, because he folds you into his arms, murmurs something to Hyunjin, and begins gently walking you upstairs, leaving a trail of little cold droplets behind you all the way.

Your legs stop working the moment Felix walks you into his room; he open the bathroom door to the ensuite and sits you down on the edge of the bathtub. He turns the hot tap on all the way, to the highest setting, and then disappears back into the bedroom. For a moment, the sloshing of the water as it fills the tub is the only sound that surrounds you.

You let a hand dangle behind you, dragging a finger through the steaming water. The difference in temperature makes you shudder; it feels numb but good, the fiery flames of heated water licking up your fingers and forearm like a balm.

You look up just as Felix comes back into the bathroom, and he switches the dimmer light setting on before placing several folded items of clothing on the ledge.

"Do you want help?" He whispers softly.

You shake your head, exhausted. Felix nods gently before pointing to the sink. "Put your wet clothes in there. I'll handle them; there's soap and shampoo in the corner there if you want to wash up. Take your time, okay?"

You nod before shakily standing up. Felix closes the door with a quiet "Call us if you need us," and then you hear the sound of his footsteps retreating out of the room.

Sighing deeply, trying to thaw your frozen lungs, you reach behind and turn the tap off. The bath is three-quarters full, steaming; you strip down and drop your wet clothes in the sink before stepping into the tub.

You hiss at the change in temperature; sinking down fully, you groan aloud at the feeling. Closing your eyes, relishing the warmth of the water, you wonder how something can be so different.

Water.

The rain outside; destructive, cold sheets, drenching you in ice.

The bath water; hot, balmy, a heated caress to your figure.

How can one thing have such opposite effects?

He was like that too.

The memory comes flooding back; the same evening, the soft touches and gentle words. He'd gone to the bathroom and left his phone unlocked.

Turns out, you'd been cheated on. And it wasn't a recent thing, either; five months you'd been unaware of the situation.

You had no idea that the moment you'd picked up his phone and seen who he was texting, you would end up here, exhausted, drained, heartbroken, confused.

Well, not really, the sensible little voice in your head says. You ignored a lot of things, forgave him too often. You gave him an inch and he took a mile-

Shut up, you tell it.

That little voice has been piping up in your head for the past few weeks, banging on the door of your heart, telling you to open up and accept reality.

But you'd ignored it, simply choosing to blindly believe that the constant late-night work sessions, the 'going out with the boys', the smiling at his phone, and the secretive demeanour of his behaviour was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, a coincidence.

Until it wasn't.

You sigh and slip down further into the cooling water, watching the ripples of water slosh against the tub's edge. It takes several minutes to muster enough strength to shakily stand, water streaming down your body, sending a chill through your bones.

You dry off with a fluffy towel Felix left on the edge of the bath, and then dress in the hoodie and sweats, dropping your wet clothes in the sink like he said to.

You face your reflection in the mirror.

Pale, sunken, exhausted. Like the life has been drained out of you. You suppose it's your own fault in a way.

You hear the faint shuffling and clattering of dishes downstairs, the domestic background noises making a tear unexpectedly prick at the corner of your eye.

You're safe. At least for now.

.

Trudging downstairs, you wait at the bottom of the stairs before shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

Now that your initial overwhelm and panic has dissipated, the awkwardness of interrupting the domestic scene in front of you makes you feel shy, a cold ghost in a room full of warmth and love.

Felix is no longer sat in front of the TV; his headphones are still slung around his neck as he busily slots dishes away from the dishrack into their respective cupboards. Water drips down his forearms and he groans, making Hyunjin laugh.

He's at the stove, stirring a pot of something, and he's changed his hoodie.

You recognise the smell now; the rich, creamy scent that filled your nostrils when you'd burst in earlier. You hadn't been able to acknowledge it, too wet and freezing and miserable to do anything more than cling to Hyunjin's middle.

Said boy looks up from the stove. Felix pauses his ministrations, a glass and a plate in his hands. He makes a little sympathetic noise and before you know, you're met with a warm, soft wall of musky, faded cologne, the sweetness of body to body making you melt and relax into Felix's arms.

"We've got you," he whispers, and it takes everything in you not to break down. He doesn't even know what happened, neither does Hyunjin, and yet they're still here, accommodating you and caring for you even though you showed up unannounced.

"Hey," Hyunjin says softly, tugging at a sleeve of the hoodie you're wearing. Felix's hoodie. "Feeling better after cleaning up?"

You nod, unable to do anything more than the simple motion. Everything feels like an effort, and the cold seems to have drained more of your energy than you thought. Along with the running here and the emotional exhaustion and the shock and-

"Come and eat something," Felix says quietly, one hand gently cradling the back of your head. "We can talk later if you feel like it, but right now, it doesn't do you any good to run on empty."

Hyunjin nods, agreeing with a wink to lighten the heaviness hanging in the atmosphere. "Besides, we can't let any of my cooking go to waste. Come on."

.

Sighing, you set down your bowl on the coffee table, the sides of it and your spoon scraped and licked clean. Leaning back, you close your eyes, letting the hot, rich food settle pleasantly in your stomach. You feel so sleepy.

Hyunjin and Felix finished eating a while ago; once you'd finished your first helping, Felix had taken the bowl without a word and refilled it from the pot on the stove. You hadn't even noticed, too focused on filling your stomach. Partly to relieve the pangs of cold hunger in your stomach, partly to distract yourself from the situation.

But they hadn't seemed to mind, quietly sitting either side of you while you ate. Now, you twist your fingers around each other, relishing the silence and the calm, but not sure how to start the conversation.

How do you even explain that?

Showing up at your best friends' place in the middle of the night. Soaked in rain and tears. Sobbing. Begging to be let in.

How do you even excuse yourself?

"Oh, hey. Sorry I showed up at your place all wet and soaking, looking like I watched someone get murdered."

But you don't say that. You don't try to come up with an excuse. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't. You simply don't have the energy to lie to them.

Besides, it's Hyunjin and Felix. Your best friends.

They probably already have an idea anyway.

"I broke up with him," you say quietly, your voice croaky.

Both boys look up, surprise written over Felix's features, and Hyunjin's face set in sad empathy.

"Oh, Y/nnie," Felix says, dropping his head to your shoulder. "We're so sorry. We know how much you cared for him."

Hyunjin scoots a little closer. "Who broke it off?"

"Me," you say miserably. "He went to the bathroom and left his phone unlocked. He's been cheating on me-"

"What-" Felix stands up then, hands on hips, eyebrows creased in a frown. "How dare he cheat on our Y/n! You? Cheated on you, of all people-"

"Felix, sit down," Hyunjin turns to you, his tone soft. "Did you just leave straight after?"

You nod. "I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, okay?" Felix says, sitting down and nestling into your side. "We're honoured that you thought to come to us."

"Yeah," Hyunjin adds. "You can stay here a while, if that's what you need-"

"No, no, no, I can't do that," you wave your hands frantically. "I can't be a burden on you guys- Ah-"

Felix grabs your face, squishing your cheeks as he turns you to face him. "You're not a burden. We need some action around this place anyway, and you're fun to be with. Stay."

You sigh as he lets go, picking at the skin around your nails. Hyunjin places a hand over yours, his warm digits resting over the rough, uneven skin around your thumbs. "I can't."

"Yes, you can," they both say in unison. Felix pouts.

You chuckle bitterly. "I left all of my stuff at his place. For all I know, he might have thrown it all out."

"We can send someone to go get your things," Hyunjin says quietly. "Or we can come with you to pack up."

"I don't want anyone to get hurt."

Felix scoffs. "We're intimidating enough. Hyunjin can throw a good punch. I doubt he'll say anything. And you have a spare key, right?"

You nod.

"Then that's settled," he says, sitting back and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Or, we can wait until he's at work, or not home, and then sneak in and pack all your stuff up. You can move in with us for as long as you need."

"I can make up the spare bedroom," Hyunjin chimes in eagerly. "Innie tends to sleep over sometimes so it's a bit of a mess, but it's nothing a quick straightening-up can't fix."

You touch a hand to Felix's knee and press your thumb over Hyunjin's hand, intertwined with yours. "Thank you. Really."

"Don't say thank you, Y/n," Hyunjin says. "You know we're here whenever you need us. And right now you do."

Felix leans in to hug you fully, nodding vehemently.

Both of them embrace you in a mess of warm, tangled limbs, Felix smelling of his faded cologne, Hyunjin of his light, fruity shampoo. You close your eyes and inhale deeply as everything goes quiet. The TV has fallen asleep, and all you can see is the faint light behind you from the kitchen, and the soft glow of a lamp in the corner of the living room.

The golden glow softens the planes of Hyunjin's face as he pulls back. He claps his hands.

"Right," he says, business-like. "We had dinner, and you need cheering up, so now we all need dessert."

"There's ice-cream in the freezer," Felix offers, grinning.

You both laugh as Hyunjin pumps a fist in the air, letting out a triumphant 'yes' as he scrambles up. You hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps on the tiles as they recede into the kitchen.

There's silence for a few moments, and then Felix breaks it, leaning his head on your shoulder. Wispy strands of his hair tickle your face like pinfeathers, soft and light.

"Hey," he says softly, almost a whisper.

"Hmm?"

Felix chuckles softly, sincerely. "I'm glad you came to us."

You sigh and close your eyes, resting against him and curling your arms around your middle. One of his hands moves to smooth itself up and down your forearm, and you sigh as the metal of his rings sends little cold sensations along your skin.

You watch the movement with sleep-heavy, half-lidded eyes.

"Me too."

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SULLied MINd

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Seol Yonna (Sullyoon)

Length: 10.228 words

Tags: art-project all nighter turns threesome, secret crushes, softly making out, stripping, striptease, shy to bold, double blowjob, worshiping cock and balls, cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, facial, cumsluts, virginity taken, missionary, sweat, stocking kink, riding, rimming, stand and carry, cum drinking, lots of perverted thoughts, lucky!you

TW: I barely finished this in time, so the editing is not that in depth lol

Inspiration: Minju and Sullyoon just go together very well, dunno if @sinswithpleasure was the first to give this idea, but the pairing definitely comes from The Bunker... the rest is my own craziness

(A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRL! Happy Minju day to everyone, I hope you enjoy this fic which was supposed to be like around 4-5k...)

“No, you gotta put it in here, not in there!”

“I-I can’t, my hand is too big for the hole.”

“Then try using your fingers, that should work.”

“Eh, okay, but you need to hold onto the legs, otherwise it’ll fall over.”

“Let me get in between the—ah, Minju, watch out! Now my hand is all white.”

“Oops, Sorry.”

The struggle behind you is real, the struggle in front of you—the unfinished essay due tomorrow that is—is real too, but those spoken words cannot be real. You know exactly what Minju and Sullyoon are referring to when talking about white stuff and holes and size. After all, they are working hard to wrap up the project all of you have procrastinated on for so long and it’s bound to be a mess.

You start to trip over your own unspoken words. The lewdness in your mind is unfathomable, a mess can be a mess without mess being the wild, chaotic, imaginary sex that seems to creep into your brain more and more.

No, focus. It’s just a mess because Sullyoon and Minju still don’t know how to put together the human-sized post-modern sculpture of a robot made from cardboard, newspapers and glue—white glue, that drips from Sullyoon’s hand as she tries to shove a painted cardboard cylinder into—

You did it again. Your thoughts are betraying you.

“What are you looking at?” Sullyoon nags, when she spots your dreamy gaze on her hand. Wait, are you drooling? What the fuck is happening?

“N-nothing, nothing,” you quickly turn around and look at the pathetic pile of words that neither make sense nor reach the required minimum amount to pass. “It’s just that—you two are too loud, I can’t concentrate.”

Minju throws you a concerned look, while Sullyoon aggressively wipes her hands on a paper towel and hits you over the head with a piece of cardboard. Now there’s some stickiness in your hair

“Oh yeah? You’re still the furthest behind—I’ll do the writing, I can’t build for shit—that’s what you said and you are still not finished.”

“Sully, please, don’t scream,” Minju groans and gets on her knees in between the sculptures legs, her head on level with what could be its crotch. “Let’s just focus, okay? Can you give me the, uhm, white stuff? I need to fix the butt.”

And now Minju is spreading glue all over the—it’s better you look away and focus on the task ahead. The essay should go over all the different periods of, uhm. Or maybe the various stages during, some-thing? Perhaps the teacher wants a concise summary of how you came up with the idea and created the illusion of Sullyoon sticking her fingers in Minju’s pussy and making her face contort into—

“You’re drooling!” Sullyoon shouts and hits you again.

“Sully, please!” Minju tries to calm the situation down.

“What? Can I not be angry that this lazy ass is just daydreaming—”

“Sully, language! And stop screaming!”

“You’re both screaming and shouting, how should I concentrate?”

“You—”

Sullyoon is about to throw hands. Though they both might give off a similar reserved, kind, beauty vibe to the unsuspecting outsider, Sullyoon and Minju are quite different. It shows now more than ever, when Sullyoon slams her fist on the desk next to you and stares you down into the chair, while Minju sits on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, head lowered in defeat and annoyance.

“Stand up,” Sullyoon orders, her grip on your biceps harsh, as if she tried to scar you with her nails. “I’ll do it, save the project while you can fuck off.”

“The fuck?” you shout back, face angry. Sullyoon’s hand is slapped away and you’re about to fight more if she doesn’t back off. “You won’t do anything, and don’t curse at me. Who do you think you are?”

“Guys—”

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Sullyoon interrupts Minju and opens her adorable eyes wide in rage. “You’re gonna fail us with that—pathetic excuse of a text.”

“It would be better if you could keep your mouth shut, Sullyoon, and let me finish this in peace. Also, the robot is still not upright. If he falls over, Miss Kwon will rip our heads off.” You can barely hold yourself together. The only positive thoughts for Sullyoon, if you can call them that, are the lewd ones, those imagining her naked, her navel exposed, her pussy bare.

“Guys, I—!”

“Oh and that’s my fault? I bet your drool will make it unstable. I swear if you turn around one more time—”

“Then what? You’ll beat me, assault me? I think Miss Kwon won’t give you a better grade then—”

An ear-shattering boom. The door is shut, the door to Minju’s room—Minju, who is not with you anymore. For such a kind and bubbly girl, this fight must have killed her. She was the one suggesting that you all do the project at her place, with her parents out of town. She made cookies beforehand and had something planned for dinner too.

“I-I think we overdid it,” Sullyoon sums it up with an usually soft whisper and you nod in shame. Minju has been nothing short of an excellent host for the two of you.

Suddenly, Sullyoon’s phone rings. She doesn’t get time to answer it however, as the caller seems to end the call within a moment's notice.

“I’ll be out, gimme a second,” Sullyoon says and runs to the door.

“Sure.” She didn’t even hear that, that’s how quiet your voice was. Outside, you hear Sullyoon hurrying down the stairs. There is turmoil in your head about what you ought to do. Should you just sit here and wait for them to come back? Is it better if you go downstairs as well, apologize to Minju, so the three of you can continue with the project? Should you continue alone, perhaps?

You decide on option four: sneak towards the door, carefully open it and then lay low while trying to pick up what they are talking about. They surely aren’t fighting anymore, but their voices are loud enough for you to clearly hear every word.

“It was stupid of me, okay? Can we go back upstairs and finish our sculpture?” Sullyoon asks with loving care.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” Minju sniffles. “This was embarrassing.”

“What do you mean? You weren’t embarrassing, we were. This fight was—”

“No, you don’t get it, Sully!”

Now things seem to get heated. You can hear Minju jumping up from a chair, while Sullyoon gasps.

“Then explain it to me, Minju!”

“Okay, screw it.

“I like him, okay? Two years, I have waited two years for us to finally be in a project—and now you two are fighting! You are ruining my chances with him!”

The silence is deafening. If you weren’t lying prone on the floor already, your knees would have collapsed and you would’ve landed in the same spot anyways. What a revelation! For the first time in your life, you believe that either your ears are deceiving you or that you’re in the most lucid dream imaginable. Never before has a girl had feelings for you—

“This can’t be real,” Sullyoon suddenly laughs out loud. “You like this guy?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Minju hisses back, whiny, like she’s about to cry. “He is very-very handsome a-and I’ve seen his abs. He is also smart, have you heard him talk about history? It’s so attractive.”

“Yeah, of course I have, he is like talking non-stop in history class.” Sullyoon’s tone has shifted from shocked and dismissive to a bit dreamy, almost like she is admiring you. “And the way he pronounces all these foreign words, or how he gives it his all in PE—”

“Wait a minute,” Minju interjects and you can hear the grin as it forms on her face. “You like him too, Sully!”

“Not anymore, not after his lazy ass didn’t do a damn thing during our project.” Another second of silence, then both of them start laughing hysterically, one is stomping on the floor, the other tries to cover her mouth to muffle the loudness.

You’ve heard enough. No, seriously. At this point, you could die happily. Two of the prettiest girls in the entire school like you and both of them are in your project group which will surely last until the next morning at your current pace. What else could you want more? Countless guys would kill to have such an opportunity.

But you want more.

“Crazy, we have the same crush. Oh, have you seen the pictures of his abs?” Minju asks excitedly after the two have finished their laughing fit.

“No, but I was about to ask: how did you get those?” Sullyoon gasps again and then giggles while both start to whisper. The whispers are too quiet, you can barely pick up any syllables. This marks the perfect moment to get back in front of the PC so they won’t catch you eavesdropping when they come back up. It also gives you time to think about what you want to do.

The image of them and their crush on you hasn’t fully settled yet, however, you’re already planning how this night might continue, what might happen, what you should say. Unlike during exams, you don’t feel pressure or tension that’s about to crush you—there is just excitement and a feeling of being loved.

“Hey, we-we are back,” Minju says a few minutes later, her face all red when she enters her room. Sullyoon follows after her, her hair a bit messier than before. Unlike Minju, she is able to hide her feelings for you quite well, now that you know.

“Hey,” you respond with a soft voice. “Look, Minju, I’m so sorry about earlier. I should’ve done my job. I won’t let you guys down this time, I promise. Sullyoon, if you want to, you can write the text. Sorry that I was so rude earlier.”

“I-it’s fine.” Both their voices seem to break when you stand up and give each an apologetic bow. With your new knowledge, you assume that this is a good sign, like selecting the correct dialogue option in a video game.

“Are you sure you want to switch, though?” Sullyoon asks and you nod.

“It’s settled then.” Minju grabs a wrist from you and a wrist from Sullyoon and has this adorable, bright smile on her beaming face. “Let’s not fight anymore and finish this dang project!”

“You are absolutely right, Minju!” you gleefully say. “You two are pretty awesome, so I’ll give it my all.”

Both their breaths pick up in pace; who would have thought that you could make the hearts of girls flutter with just a bright, sunshine smile. Sullyoon and Minju quickly dive back into work, ears still red, and you pretend to be completely unaware. Unaware of their feelings, unaware of their hopes, unaware of their—potentially sullied thoughts.

But could those two angelic looking girls really have the same impurities in their minds as you do? Can it match your fantasies of one of them admitting their love to you tonight, you kissing, cuddling and fucking secretly in the bathroom, while the other continues to work on the project? Maybe they have similar thought, but did they ever consider—

“Can you, uhm, hand me the, eh—” Minju stutters and taps her temple in thought. She looks adorable doing so.

“Do you need the model? Some cardboard? Scissors?” you ask back but Minju shakes her head, a bit abashed that she lacks the focus to say which item she needs. Thinking of scissors, your fantasy does not stop at some one-on–one lovemaking. You’d want the other to join, all three of your tongues in a make out session while your hand is in the back of their panties. You want to fondle their butts and hear them moan before they would scissor, their wet pussies rubbing up and down your manhood until you explode.

“I need the… white stuff.”

“You need the white stuff—from me?”

A quiet whisper, Sullyoon could not have picked it up. Minju halts for a second, then her face turns beet red and she hides it behind her palms, while her eyes keep looking at your awfully-well played innocent expression. Worriedly, you reach for her face and Minju gasps. What does she expect? Certainly not what follows.

“Oh, there is some glue in your hair, Minju. Guess we should wash out the white stuff~”

With that said, you grab her hand and pull her out of her bedroom. To the surprise of Sullyoon, whose questions go unheard, you and Minju enter the upper floor bathroom. There you immediately find a wet towel and start to rub Minju’s hair, and with every second that you dishevel her hair, you also seem to dishevel her mind.

Minju is perplexed, trembling, unable to react to you, especially when you inch closer and really focus on that annoying spot. The two of you forgot to turn on the bathroom lights, so there is only the dim moonlight to reveal to you the absolute dream that are Minju’s eyes: full of love, uncertainty and want.

“I think I got it out,” you finally whisper and drop the towel. “Sorry for messing up your hair.”

Minju smiles softly: “N-no, thank you. You might have saved it, a-actually.”

“Minju—” A moment of silence, full of purpose, of tension, but you bask in it. You can hear Minju’s heart racing and if you’re honest, the muscle in your chest is pumping like crazy as well. “You, you are very beautiful, one of the prettiest girls on this planet.”

“Re-really!?”

“Yes. I wish I could

“Kiss your lips; they look so soft.”

They are so soft, no doubt about it, especially when they accept you so willingly at first and then won’t let go when you try to pull back a little. Minju is on cloud nine and she wants to stay. Her adorable hands hold onto your sleeves, while you hold the back of her head securely in the palm of your hand. There is no tongue movement, there is no tongue movement needed, because it all comes together for her—

A fairy tale moment, out of nowhere, for the girl with her crush.

But your play isn’t over. After a short while, you regretfully remove yourself from her lips and continue to hold her close, hand on the small of her back. When you look down you are greeted by a look—this look of mesmerized love, with teary eyes of joy and panting lips of desire on Minju’s flawless features. How could you want more?

This is how mankind moves forward: by wanting what they don’t yet have.

“Minju,” you take a deep breath and close your eyes. “I—before we continue, and I really do want to—I have to tell you something.”

“Y-yes?”

“I like you, I really, really like you.

“But you know how multiple people can have the same crush? I, my heart, has this issue that—I, I like multiple people! I can never escape it, there is nothing I can do. That doesn’t mean that my love isn’t real—I just want to be honest with you.”

Minju, in the midst of all these surprises and twists and turns for her, looks surprisingly calm and nods carelessly. Of course she is a bit dazed, after all, your lips were just on hers and she can take them back just by getting on her toes, but this should still be a bit weird for her. At least, that is what you assumed.

“I-I don’t care,” she suddenly blurts out and her arms wrap around you tightly. “Why should I judge you? There are probably so many pretty girls out there. I-I’m just happy that you… noticed me.”

“Are you for real?” In a sudden surge of happiness, you lift Minju up and spin her around. “You are so wonderful, I know why I fell in love with you.”

This should wrap up your Oscar performance—well, it’s already beyond that. At this point the feelings for Minju feel more than just acted. How could they not? She is gorgeous, light, her lips are tender, her character adorable and you cannot escape what your heart is telling you: love her, because she loves you.

There is however still—

“Pl-please! Please love me too!”

A loud scream, and Sullyoon bursts into the room. You may not be able to see the correct colors of her face, but you know she is either pale because Minju ‘stole’ you from her or she is red all over because she thinks there is a chance, a tiny chance that you also like her. Nonetheless, all these thoughts become irrelevant, because Minju almost collapses from shock. You catch her before she is able to hit her head on the sink.

The bathroom door still rattles, but the three of you just stare at one another, eyes wide open. The situation is so absurd, you must be dreaming, dead or in heaven—all at the same time, Minju’s entire existence is in your arms and Sullyoon seems willing to join her. She is close, her hands folded as if she is begging for your love. Her breath is hot, right in your face and so unsteady.

“Sullyoon.” Minju’s voice is faint, not even a whisper, but it’s loud. It’s both a statement and a question, a question directed at you. Is this what you were talking about earlier? Could it really be that the two who have a crush on you, would not have to fight? To put it very simply: Do you love Sullyoon too?

At least tonight, you do.

“I—

“I do, actually.” Those few words have you out of breath, before you can continue, Sullyoon has taken a spot in your arms next to Minju. The speed with which your dreams come true is mind boggling, but you play it cool and hold both of them close, an arm around each of their waists.

“You mean it?” Sullyoon has never sounded this cute, not in class, not during breaks and definitely not tonight. Who can resist her with those pouty lips that adorn silky smooth, perfectly symmetrical features? “You really like me?”

“Yes, I do, I like you both. This, this has to be a dream.”

“What, uhm,” Minju stutters and looks at you, similar expression to Sullyoon, her eyes also beaming, her chin tilted towards you—their similarities become uncanny in this dimly lit bathroom. “What are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper and smile.

“We still have a project to finish,” Sullyoon sighs and puts her head against your chest, which does not make for a good pillow with its constant up and down movement and Minju right next to her.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think we should finish it. Let’s focus and then maybe our thoughts are a bit more… sorted.” Both girls nod, but it takes some more convincing before they let you go. The fear that they could lose you to the other makes them stay a bit longer until you have to push through them. It’s a playful struggle, which is only resolved when the three of you go back to Minju’s room.

All is quiet for a good, productive thirty minutes. The cardboard sculpture is finally painted and read to dry, the text only needs a few more tweaks, the project is in its final stage. All you can think about, however, are your groupmates, especially when your sight drifts away from the task ahead to their faces, their hands, their hips.

“Minju, can you help me?” Sullyoon groans. “I need to finish, this bottom part is so hard!”

“Of course, let me just—put this here and this into that—do you think it fits now?”

“It still looks too big, don’t you think? Maybe we should stretch it—”

“Or we could share it? I think if we both do it, it will be better.”

Hit yourself on your forehead, because the brain behind it once again can only think of the lewd. Minju and Sullyoon are trying their best to format this text and split it into fair portions for the presentation—yet all you think about is how they admire your big cock, share it in between their parted lips and then, Minju helps Sullyoon to go down on it with her throat.

After you are all covered in her spit, Sullyoon would grab your base and put it on Minju’s folds, ease you into her and all kinds of moans would fill the room and alert all neighbors who are still awake.

“I think this is good,” Minju ultimately concludes and turns to you. “Do you want to take a look too?”

You shake your head. “Uhm, no, I’m sure it’s excellent. Wow, looks like we really finished it.”

“Okay, so.” Sullyoon spins around in her chair, hands hidden in between her thighs and everything vibrates. “Are we going to talk now about… our situation?”

“I think we are all adults, we can talk about it.” Minju fidgets a bit and looks at you. They are both waiting for you to say something, but you just smirk without a worry in the world and lay down on Minju’s bed.

“Sure, we can talk. Let’s be honest, be free. Don’t care what the rest things, just

“Tell me what you feel.”

Sullyoon pushes the chair closer to you with her feet and Minju sits down on her bed, less bold than Sullyoon, because her eyes are fixed on the other end of the mattress. You get her attention when you fingers lock with hers, but the first to speak up is Sullyoon.

“I think I have a crush on you. Two years ago it started and I can’t explain why, but—you grew very handsome during that time a-and you’re pretty smart, so—”

“I feel the same!” Minju suddenly shouts and her fingers squeeze yours tightly. “And sorry, I-I once took a picture of your, uhm, abs when you changed your shirt. It was stupid, I’ll delete it right now—”

You laugh and pull Minju on top of you. Now her gaze cannot escape yours anymore and she has to see the true awe in your eyes. A natural awe for her beauty, her kindness and the way her honesty reveals all those secret feelings.

“Delete them if you like,” you hum and place the palm of Minju’s hand on your abdomen while flexing your muscles. “But you can take some more high quality pictures, if you want to.”

Jealousy overtakes a formerly hesitant Sullyoon and she pounces onto the bed next to you. Her hands are still hidden in between her thighs, but you can see that she wants to touch what Minju is already groping.

Sullyoon doesn’t even have to ask. You grab her wrist and slowly guide it under your sweatshirt. Though she tries to act shocked and abashed, you can feel her digits roaming all over your abs greedily as she visibly drools. Minju had most of your attention until now. Now it’s Sullyoon’s turn to feel your love in the form of a wet kiss pressed right onto her already wet lips. Unlike Minju, she tries to go all in on the first go, but you quickly pull away with a chuckle and watch her eager tongue searching for your mouth.

“Sully, open your eyes,” you softly laugh at her and drag a finger over her flushed, tender cheek as she does so. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going anywhere. If you are okay with it, I can love you both with all my heart.”

“I want to share you,” she says with determination and immediately contradicts her statement by lunging at you and starting a torrential kiss that has Minju hiding her face behind her long, cascading hair. It’s all faux, because in the meantime, she has rolled up your sweatshirt to your chest. Gently she pokes your pecs and you giggle into the kiss with Sullyoon.

“Good to know we are all on the same page,” you finally voice your own feelings when Sullyoon backs off to catch her breath. “I think I could cuddle you both for the rest of the night and forget every worry, every task, every stupid responsibility ahead of us.”

Funny how your dreams come true, again. An arm around each of their waists, you pull Minju and Sullyoon deeper into the softness of pillows and blankets generously spread on Minju’s mattress. Both your cheeks are quickly peppered with kisses, cute, hesitant ones from Minju, from chin to ear and wild, playful ones from Sullyoon, from the edge of your collarbone to your lips. She seals them again and this time you can hear Minju become jealous with a loud huff.

This back and forth of envy, you see no way to disrupt it anytime soon. Come to think of it, maybe you don’t want to. This dynamic pushes them further to reveal more of their love, so give them what they want. You are theirs to love and play with—but you will play with them too.

“Minju,” you say, your voice purposefully low and more serious than before. “You have such amazing hips. They are wide and look so perfect on you.”

You turn towards her and reach for the top of her skirt. Insert a couple fingers into it and let them glide along the waistband until you reach the outermost point of her hips. Minju tenses up when you begin to grab her hips, the skin of your palms right on her underwear, slipped into her skirt. You pull her even closer and she is back to holding onto your sleeves.

“Such nice hips.” Rub them, and Minju starts to rub herself on you, face on your bare chest and crotch on your thigh. Speaking of thighs, Sullyoon might have felt neglected for a second, so you find her mouth with ease and bully her tongue with yours while putting a hand on her inner thigh. Sullyoon shrieks the more you touch her jeans-clad legs, no matter if you go down to where her calves begin or if you go up to where her pussy is aching.

“Wow, Sully, your legs, your thighs are fantastic. I bet they are very soft.”

“T-touch them more, please,” Sullyoon softly whimpers and you nod. Minju is too enamored with her own thighs around yours, she does not realize her friend popping open her jeans and sliding them down. Your hesitation, your careful planning gets thrown out of the window when you slide your hand over her soft skin and go to bite her lips.

“They are the softest, damn, I could knead them all day long.” Your hot breath mixes with Sullyoon when you go from some basic thigh stimulation to cupping her sex and pressing your palm on her covered clit. “Your panties are cute too~”

No time to focus on Sullyoon’s embarrassed face, because Minju’s takes your entire view. You try to kiss her mouth but she backs off, even climbs off the bed and stands next to it. Both her hands firmly grasps the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turn white—that’s how hard she grabs it while her voice sounds absolutely love drunk:

“I-I have cute panties too,” she complains and lifts her skirt up, higher than you thought she would dare to. Not only you, her crush, that can see this most private part, but her friend can as well. Your eyes are glued to the small, pink garment with its tiny wet spot at the front, very cute indeed, maybe even cuter than Sullyoon’s baby blue panties which at this point become ruined on your hand.

“They are really cute, Minju.” You smile, she cracks a small smile. “I did not know you two had such lewd minds and wild fantasies.”

“Can we see y-your underwear now?” Sullyoon avoids your statement with a pout while simultaneously confirming it. Minju joins her nods, skirt still held high, her panties just a bit wetter at the thought of you. “Yes, please, we-we want to see it, it’s only fair!”

“Hm, how about a deal then, my two lewd girlfriends: I’m all yours, you can undress me and play with me until you are satisfied, but first you give me a show. I want you two undressing each other slowly. Sounds like a deal?”

At this point, everything is so out of control, you might as well ask for a favor that usually would get you kicked out. After all, this isn’t porn, not every girl is into girls and into threesomes, but Minju and Sullyoon have shown to be so needy for you, their libido will take over all reasoning. To no surprise, both only hesitate for a second.

“I’m okay with that,” Sullyoon whispers. “You too, Minju?” She leaves the spot in your arm and walks behind her friend. “Are you okay with me touching you?”

“S-sure.” They both get into it quickly. Minju drops her arms and lets them dangle while her needy face is directed at you. Sullyoon makes sure you can see her fingers play with the waistband of Minju’s skirt, just like you did, and she teases you by only pulling down one side, then the other. It’s only when you groan in disapproval that she moves upwards and pulls Minju’s sweatshirt over her head.

You totally expected a bra behind this comfy, cotton barrier, but no: Minju is wearing a white shirt underneath and the tease just continues. Sullyoon finds the lowest button first and works her way up, sending chills down Minju’s spine.

An amazing midriff, toned abs around a cute little navel; you can’t help but ogle when Sullyoon presses her fingers into them and gasps in surprise. No words need to be spoken—that’s probably how Minju likes it more as well. She struggles to relax, especially when the final button pops and her shirt opens like curtains to reveal her bra, the same color as her panties, erect nipples visible through the thin garment.

“May I?” Sullyoon asks, basically blowing the question into Minju’s ear as her hands already fiddle with the clasp of the bra. The sound of silence is nothing but hot breaths and the faint creaking of Minju’s bed as you adjust yourself to get closer with her still-covered breasts.

Still covered.

Still covered.

“O-okay,” Minju whispers, whines, it doesn’t matter, you finally get to see her upper body in all its glory, and you find glory to be an understatement: her breasts are perfectly symmetrical, not saggy but quite perky and a bit smaller than your hands. You could cover them up and knead them without much effort; it takes effort however to not look absolutely overwhelmed as your dreamy eyes focus on erect nipples and round arolae.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon asks the question with an answer that is obvious but hard to put into words.

“Minju, your body looks…

“... very, very hot. I-I’ve never seen something so flawless.”

“And you haven’t even seen what’s behind this~” Sullyoon’s voice is sultry as she taps Minju’s skirt. She once again teases you, her smooth hand under the skirt and once you hear Minju shriek, you know what she is about to do.

Sullyoon removes those stained panties, while Minju still wears her skirt. The miniscule petite underwear wraps around her ankles while her dainty digits wrap around the hem of her skirt. At this point, your drool cannot be held back. You need to see her most private place.

“Let, let me do it!” Minju says with confidence and as if she’s as impatient as you are, pulls the skirt up and shuts her eyes. Sullyoon chuckles lightly and gets a hold of Minju’s hips, while you are about to dive into those wet folds, small and pink and definitely untouched. You notice a small strip of hair above her clit which looks like it should twitch at any moment. Minju’s visible arousal becomes your visible arousal and before you can end the teasing session and start a new session, Sullyoon interrupts you:

“Shouldn’t Minju undress me now?”

“Wha—oh… yeah, sure,” you respond and hold your horny horses. Minju looks a bit dazed when she drops the skirt and opens her eyes again. You help her gain focus by reaching for her hands and holding them. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Minju, you are perfect down there as well.”

“Re-really?”

“Yes, I’d never lie to the girls I love.

“Now, why don’t you help Sullyoon get out of those… tight jeans?”

Sullyoon smirks. Without you noticing it, she pulled her pants back up and made sure that they showed the outline of her shapely butt. She is a tease like no one before or after; fortunately, Minju seems to not get what teasing is about: with you still right beside her, she puts all her strength at pulling the denim down—the denim and Sullyoon’s panties.

“Eh, what are you—Minju!” Sullyoon complains loudly.

“So-sorry, did I do it wrong?”

“You, you were too fast!” The shyness returns to Sullyoon’s face as she buries it in the crook of her arm.

“No reason to fight,” you ease the flames of conflict burning before you. “I think Minju did a great job and your butt is great, Sullyoon.”

“No, don’t say that, it’s too big!”

“I’m gonna say it again.” You emphasize your words with a good squeeze on both her cheeks while Minju’s wide eyes are on the dumpy before her. “You have a fantastic butt, not too big, definitely not too small, perfect.”

Your kneading hands leave Sullyoon a mewling mess, speechless, even as Minju goes and undresses her further. It’s all a lot quicker, the top is removed easily, the bra falls with a simple click and Sullyoon is the first to be fully nude. She stops your continued handsy attacks on her ass with a spin around. Unlike Minju, her pussy is freshly shaven and her entire body looks like it was made just for this moment.

“Someone is prepared,” you say with a smile and drag a finger up her midriff to her tits which are nice handfuls of their own, similar in size and shape to Minju’s.

“You are mean,” Sullyoon pouts and suddenly starts to embrace you. You gasp. Her body is almost scorching hot. “I waited so long for this.”

“I bet you couldn’t look better. No dream, no imagination can make your body look any sexier.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

The sound of someone crawling onto the bed gets your attention. Minju lays next to you, her skirt finally kicked away and she stretches her arms forward in search of your embrace. That poor girl is desperate, however, you don't make it to her before Sullyoon unzips your pants.

“It’s only fair if we get to see you too, right, Minju?” Sullyoon asks, her tone making it clear that the answer cannot differ from her needs.

“Should I strip for you too?” you say with a witty smile, but Minju comes to Sullyoon’s aid.

“Enough teases, I—I can barely think!”

The striptease must have set something in motion within Minju: her shyness is only apparent on her fully red cheeks, her hands have already taken a different path. Boldly, they yank down both your pants and briefs in strong pulls, past your erection, which comes back swinging at her. Minju dodges it, because she can’t stop looking at Sullyoon behind you, arms resting on your shoulder, lips suckling at your neck.

“So big!” Minju can’t hold back her shock and awe at the shape, the bend, the size.

“Yeah,” Sullyoon dreamily adds. “We really have to share him from now on.”

Things are out of control. Every further plan of slowly getting to your dream threesome scenario are useless, laughable, when both your new lovers shove you down into the mattress and somehow find space on and in between your legs to intently stare at and past your phallus. Minju and Sullyoon are often not on the same page, sometimes polar opposites in class, but tonight they are more than united.

While Minju is in awe at how you throb and seemingly still grow into the air, Sullyoon eagerly spits into her hand and slowly spreads her saliva on your shaft. The thoughtfulness, carefulness and softness of her fingers make every pump of hers fade into absurdity. Right from the get go, Sullyoon’s handjob is already on the level of jerking yourself off.

“Have you ever done this, Minju?”

“N-no, never. Not even close.”

“I—only have with not real dicks.” The two blush, but there is no need to intervene. Unlike in most classes, they are eager to study for themselves, learn new tricks and test them on you.

“How about you start down at his… sac, while I go from the top?” Sullyoon suggests and Minju nods. However, you still see hesitance in her eyes, probably because she is afraid of screwing things up or making it awkward.

“They are full for you, Minju,” you softly coo and brush her hair as she almost puts her lips on them. Okay, maybe she needs the tiniest of pushing to finally— “Put your lips on them, give them a kiss. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Sullyoon is definitely not afraid. She wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins to twirl her tongue around it. The taste of your precum must have urged her on, because she hums happily and sucks loudly. It’s like your cock is the straw in her favorite drink, that's how aggressively she sucks and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Meanwhile Minju sneakily tries to find the best spot to wrap her lips around your crown jewels, her adorable expression unpurified when she decides to go for it.

“Oh fuck!” you groan and your body arches involuntarily. More of your manhood is pressed onto their faces, into their eagerly drooling holes; it makes you wonder if you even need their pussies if this already feels so heavenly. The eagerness and playfulness of Sullyoon paired with the gentleness and sweetness of Minju makes for a double blowjob that could drain you embarrassingly fast.

Something inside your stomach tells you to just release it. Let them suck, let them play, until you just release it all over them without worry in deep bliss. Before that happens, you have to get back at them. It would be quite the disappointing night if this was your only load and they wouldn’t have any stimulation until then. You have to come up with a plan, while Sullyoon pops you from her mouth with a deep moan.

“Minju, let’s switch,” she suggests. “He tastes really good, you have to try it. Don’t worry about the size, I couldn’t take it either.”

“Oh, okay, his, his balls are quite hard. Does this mean they are full?”

“Fuck, yes,” you interrupt their horny conversation, ready to announce your plan. A plan that will surely distract you and them to the point all of you will have the best of fun. “After you’ve switched, how about you turn your butts towards me? You’re doing a fantastic job, I want to return the favor.”

They lock eyes, then look at you and nod. Sullyoon has this grin on her lips, as if she can’t wait for your fingers and tongue on her labia. Minju, again, might look quite abashed, but she is quicker than Sullyoon when it comes to showing you her behind. The sight of her bare ass, tiny pink pussy and thighs spilling out of black stockings has you drooling, almost neglecting Sullyoon’s equally remarkable offer.

Sadly, you only have one tongue and so you dive into Minju’s cunt first. In what has to be the most mind-melting moment in her life, the beautiful girl sucks in your addictive taste while for the first time, someone touches her virgin sex. Minju moans around your length while you lick all the way from her clit to her asshole in long quick swipes. You watch her body tremble and decide to put an arm around it so she doesn’t sway away from your mouth, which digs into her sensitive folds.

Speaking of sensitive folds, your other hand has found more of those. Sullyoon’s innie, beautifully smooth, spills wetness forth and guides you to the well-lubricated entrance. You don’t even have to see anything to slip your middle finger inside her. Sullyoon gasps and nuzzles her soft cheek against your balls, while a little bit higher, Minju has lost all shame.

“Yummy, yummy,” she babbles every half second when your cock leaves her mouth. The two of you seem to share the same thought: These perverted fluids are delicious, I better get as much as I can.

In your mutual delight, Sullyoon momentarily rips you out of it, just to make things even better. She bunches up Minju’s hair in a hand and starts to put her lips on Minju’s. Their tongues battle, luckily your tip is there to separate them, though it does not want peace: it wants all out war.

For this brilliant idea, you decide to switch and bury your face in Sullyoon’s ass then quickly move to her cunt and pierce it open with your wet muscle, the same muscle Minju’s twitching hole misses. She has to finish on your hand, so you decide to twirl her exposed clit in between your fingers.

The greatest trio in the world's most renowned orchestra could not compare to the harmonies your different moans produce. They are unfiltered, not played for a camera, not exaggerated—but still so loud, booming, climactic, when Sullyoon shutters. Her juices gush into your mouth, more when she leans back and presses her pussy on your face.

Minju follows quickly, almost sitting on and riding your hand as it lays there, fingers tapping upwards, against her nub. Her orgasm is not as wet, but you feel the bed shake when she cums and seemingly goes to another reality. You’re glad she physically stays, her tongue still eager at your slit—and Sullyoon is on the other side, making out with her and your cockhead.

You're incredibly hard, an iron-like rod, a tip that is purple and sensitive yet absolutely numb and only begging for what might as well be the best and final release. The thought of this ever happening again does not cross your mind, a void of nothing but pleasure. You have to give it your all now and so you buckle upwards in between their sandwiching lips and explode without warning.

“Fuuuck,” Sullyoon groans. Minju yelps, a high pitch as she still rides out her own orgasm on your palm. Your first is bombastic, a shot up in the air that rains down on their faces while the rest is equally distributed on their tender cheeks, silky lips, hot tongues. No need to mention that a lot ends up in places where the clean up will be more annoying: hair, bedsheets, even clothes have stains of white on them.

Who cares, really? Not Minju, who still laps up what leaks out of your aching, overstimulated cock. Not Sullyoon, who is out of breath and uses your thigh as a pillow. Certainly not you who literally passed out for a second and only returns because Minju sucks too strongly.

“Ouch, fuck, Min-Minju it hurts—”

“You tasht sho good, I want more.”

“Then, ahhh, get it from Sullyoon’s face, I-I don’t have anything anymore.”

Minju listens and obidies, unable to remember her shy nature when she sucks on Sullyoon’s skin to get all of your spunk off of her. Sullyoon is unfazed, mewling a bit before finding your gaze. She smirks and suddenly, the tip of her index finger touches your balls.

“You're lying,” she whispers. “You have at least one more in you.”

“I-I don’t think so.” Shake your head to emphasize your words, but Sullyoon emphasizes her belief more thoroughly by pumping from your base up. Slow strokes to keep the pressure in it, she makes sure to keep her mouth a literal breath away, a hot breath that takes your breath away. Your eyelids shutter.

“Are you sure he can keep going?” Minju cutely asks, the final remnants of cum she collected from Sullyoon’s forehead on her finger which she promptly puts in her mouth and cleans thoroughly. “I could really go for another.”

“Don’t you want him to take your virginity?” Sullyoon’s question somehow has the blush return to Minju’s ears, she turns around abashed. It’s unbelievable: a second ago, she was the biggest cumslut, now she is afraid of what feels like a logical next step if it weren’t for…

“We can’t, Sully,” you say and reach for both their heads and pat them. “Not going to do it if we don’t have condoms, and maybe we should take some time? This is all a bit—”

“Crazy?” Sullyoon climbs off the bed and searches through her backpack, to the confusion of both you and Minju. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so you enjoy seeing her ass in the squatting position. “Is it crazy that I have these?”

She throws you a pack of condoms. You blink.

“Is it crazy that I want you to take my virginity tonight?” Sullyoon sneaks back like a predator, adorable looking, dangerously feeling up your thigh to your once again hard length. You don’t let her have her way, grab her wrists and look at Minju.

“You are crazy. Look in whose bed we are! Minju, what do—”

“I-I’m fine with it!” Minju cups her cheeks and her gaze can’t fix on either your or Sullyoon’s face. “I can give you privacy, if you want.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sullyoon laughs. “You should join us. I’d let you go first, if you want.” She licks her lips and even with her arms being held down by you, she gets her flat tummy to rub on your manhood, close to her heat which you can no longer resist.

“I’ll get some water, you… do you.” Minju’s words are hastily spoken, her sentence finished when she is already out of the door. This settles it for you. You’re going to fuck Sullyoon; her first time is yours and the way she rips open the wrapping of the first condom leaves no doubt in your mind:

This girl loves you and wants you now.

“How do you want it?” you ask and roll the thin, barely-there rubber down your cock.

“I want you to push in me, push my body into the bed, slowly at first. Be careful until I tell you to go faster. Fuck me, hug me, do it so good and hard that I forget that there was ever a time where you didn’t love me.”

“Sounds—

Let go of her wrists and Sullyoon lets her amazing body fall into the cushions. Her lewd expression shifts; nervousness, only a little, seriousness, a little more—thrill, endless amounts of thrill. The same counts for you.

“—good. Spread your legs for me, Sullyoon. Breathe and relax.”

Those wonderful legs not only spread for you, they actually wrap around you, their smoothness suddenly suffocating and now it’s you who needs to breathe. Your cock slips into her so easily, your tip parts her, enters and if it weren’t for her wince you would’ve gone hilt deep right away. Sullyoon’s eagerness momentarily comes to a halt as she realizes that you are a bit different from her toys.

“Wow,” she mumbles mindlessly. “You’re so wide and hard and warm—nothing like a… a…”

“Like a dildo?” you tease her and gradually drag your tip along her walls and then out of the blissful heat. Her legs make sure to push you back in and now she is even tighter. Sullyoon wants you to stay, you can’t leave without your permission. “Tell me when it hurts.”

“Actually—”

Her digits find your nape and pull you down to where her lips pucker.

“—I want you to hammer your cock into me now. Mold my pussy in its shape. Hold back only if I say stop.”

“Got it.” Kiss her lips. “I love you, Sully.”

Sometimes, you need to let go and let the reckless abandon of lust take over your body. Your hips become a tool for pleasure, as they gyrate, then move back and forth to bury your length deeper in Sullyoon’s cunt. Then you copy and paste their movements and repeatedly do them with your tongue as well to the point your new girlfriend desperately clings to you. It’s not only the sweat that sticks to you; her entire being keeps you glued down.

You pump, pump, pump into Sullyoon until you notice her eyes rolling back into her head whenever you hit that spot. The sweet spot that will eventually make her cum. Good thing that you already blew a load and that all your sensitivity has subsided—it gives you the power that makes you feel like a superhero, a superhuman. You will not stop at anything, you want to make her cum with just your dick and so you have to fuck harder.

“Oh God, you’re so big, so fucking big and perfect,” Sullyoon moans. As a thank you, you place a hickey somewhere on her neck. In hindsight, a bad idea. All your classmates will see it, unless she wears turtlenecks from now on. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

“Your pussy, Sully, it’s, it’s so tight. You’re choking me.”

“Spread me open more then, fuck, fuck, I want you to make me full.”

Hidden from the world, you place a hand on Sullyoon’s abdomen. Not to touch that tummy that alone can make boys fall instantly, though it feels nice to rub your fingers across it—no, your goal is further down, right above where your cock pounds into that wet cunt. Talk about wet, Sullyoon’s juices have spread everywhere, Minju will smell her friend in this room for days to come.

And talk about Minju: she has just returned, a huge bottle of water in her hand and eyes wide open. There is no shock at the sight of Sullyoon moaning and bending under the never ending attack of your hands, tongue and of course cock. Minju is more fascinated than anything else, you know she could watch for hours if only you didn’t notice her.

“Oh, hey,” you gasp in between groans, but your greeting is cut short by Sullyoon’s deafening scream.

“Minju, Minju, oh fuck, you have to try this. He is so good~

“Yes! My clit, right there! Oh my God, I’m going to cum, you make me c-cum!”

Sullyoon pulsates throughout her pussy, her arms, her fingers. Those pointy nails of hers dig painful bruises in your back while your blurry gaze tries to make out her face in haze, but all you see is the shape of her mouth being agape. She’s suddenly so quiet, except for her pussy, which tries to start your own orgasm. You won’t give it to her, not when Minju stands there, her stocking-clad thighs rubbing together, visibly stained with her nectar.

“You guys…” she whispers and watches closely as you pull out of Sullyoon and wipe away some beads of sweat that have formed on your temple. You’re not a construction worker, but your work was hard and it paid off: Sullyoon could not be closer to heaven above the clouds, no skyscraper or airplane can take her there.

“Can I have some of that?” you weakly ask and point at the water bottle. You’re quick to squeeze out a huge portion when Minju hands you the plastic container. From the corner of your eye you see Sullyoon, back from her crazy trip and you offer her some of the water. She rejects and suddenly, full of energy, jumps up and behind Minju.

“Minju, you have to try it.” Minju shrieks when Sullyoon places her hands on the hourglass body. “He feels amazing, I know you will love it.” All her fingers carelessly drift down to where Minju’s full thighs spill out of hr black thigh-highs.

“B-but didn’t he, like, fi-finish in you? He must be exhausted.” Minju’s excuse is met with a scoff from Sullyoon.

“Look at that thing.” Sullyoon points in between your legs. That’s right, you’re still solid and throbbing, aching to go for more. “He is a stud, he can go forever. He will make you cum on your first time, Minju~”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to listen to her,” you tell Minju and take another sip from the bottle. “We can do something else if you don’t feel ready yet.”

Your words might be honest, but Minju does not get a fair chance to consider this other option. In front of her sits her crush, a guy with a big, super tasty cock. Behind her is a friend, mind controlled by lust, eager to share this big, super tasty cock. The sight of you teases her, Sullyoon’s hands on her hips, butt, crotch tease her. Can she really go for it now? Make this crazy night become nothing but madness, a story worth telling but no one will ever hear it?

“I want… you inside of me.”

“Perf—”

“I want you to cum inside of me!”

You gulp, thoughts tripping over each other. Even Sullyoon is perplexed and frozen. “R-really?” you both ask the still-virgin girl.

“No, like, in-in a condom of course! I just want to know… that my pussy felt good for you, that I can make you cum. I don’t want to get pregnant yet of course—oh God, did you think that?”

“Well…”

“Doesn’t matter!” Sullyoon suddenly laughs this chaotic misunderstanding off and pushes Minju on your lap. “Here, Minju, put a new condom on his cock. We don’t do creampies, but I totally get what you want.”

“I’m so sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” Minju apologizes awkwardly, but you quickly forget about it when she expertly puts the rubber on your tip and has your entire phallus covered in no time. Her dainty fingers feel fantastic on your base, which she holds steady, awaiting you to do something with it. You can’t make up your mind however: should you pick her up and throw her into the sheets to fuck her like Sullyoon? Maybe spin her around and fuck her doggy, ass up, that beautiful face buried in pillows as you burry yourself inside her for the first time?

Sullyoon helps you come up with a third solution. She grabs your wrists and firmly puts them on Minju’s tiny waist and instinctively, you lift her up and over your cock. Minju looks down at your manhood and mewls, ready yet not ready to take it. Her starlit eyes, a few centimeters away, look down into yours and you swear you don’t want to hurt. You have to do everything to make this the best thing for her.

Give Minju a firm kiss on her trembling lips as both you and Sullyoon gently place her entrance on your spear. At first, she is scared, her body tensing up, but with your warmth radiating on her warm folds, she suddenly seems eager. More and more inches disappear into her and you leave her lips to hear her ultimate moan when her virginity disappears.

“Ouh, so big, so much, ahhh!”

“Does it hurt?” you ask her.

“A-a bit, but it’s fine—Sullyoon, what are you doing!? Don’t look at it!”

Sullyoon kneels between your legs. When she breathes out through her nose, your balls feel her hot and horny breath. She completely ignores Minju’s words and stares at how you leave and re-enter Minju’s pussy. “Minju, this… this is the best sight! Trust me, it feels good when he goes faster. Your pussy will feel so good.”

“This is embarrassing,” Minju mewls again, her hips firmly pushed down on your lap, almost the entirety of your cock inside her. You might not feel powerless in this position, not at all in fact, but you want this absolute beauty of a woman to do how she likes it. If she just wants to sit on you and slowly move her lower body in circles, that’s fine, if she wants to ride you with heavy thrusts, that would be to die for—

But Minju unexpectedly picks a third option. Seriously, these girls are full of surprises. She puts her hands on your shoulders while yours instinctively hover down to her hips and then she tightens around your cock again before moving up and down, up and down, up and down with perfect body control, at the same pace.

Minju rides you, fucks you, like she has done it a thousand times. You can hardly believe she never had a toy inside her. Every breath becomes more chaotic, her features disheveled, her tongue numb. It hangs out of her mouth, a perfectly ripe weak spot for you to attack. You suck on it, bully it in your mouth and Minju grabs your throat, accidentally choking you. No, no, she has to keep doing that. She has to suffocate you, with her pussy, with her fingers, with her stunning visuals as she fucks herself silly.

“Sullyoon, fuck,” you both simultaneously curse when the forgotten girl starts to lick all the way from your perineum over to your cock and Minju’s folds to Minju’s butthole, then back down, as if it were the longest, tastiest lollipop. She is not irritated by all the sweat, the lewd juices and Minju’s ass bouncing on your dick—Sullyoon laps it all up and even giggles when she hears both of you struggle with the added pleasure.

Minju gradually loses speed, which is of course not bad, after all, her cunt still tries to suck your Sullyoon-kissed balls dry, but you notice how completely out of breath and overstimulated she seems. With unfocused puppy eyes she tries to apologize for her lack of stamina, but instead of lamenting, you find a quick solution—a solution that sends Minju straight into her first ever crazy orgasm.

Hock your arms underneath her legs, securely hold her and stand up. Sullyoon gasps in surprise, her tongue still in Minju’s ass, which suddenly shakes when you start to fuck. Minju screams in bliss, covers your crotch in girl cum as you lose your grip on reality but never your grip on her hips. Minju can barely hold onto your nape as you pound her and send orgasm after orgasm into her.

“Ahhh, oh my God, it’s, it’s coming again!”

She deserves so many more so you steady your feet and thrust upwards harder, faster, gape her cunt wide open, all for Sullyoon to see. She remembers that you speared her open in a similar way, your cock hard and reckless. She starts to touch herself while sucking on whatever part of your base isn’t currently inside Minju. In the meantime, Minju’s stockings burn themselves in your memory. She always has to wear them, they look so hot, seductive, like they were made to cover her legs.

“So big, too much, too much, I—”

Minju explodes again. This time her ability to speak is replaced by mindless moans, which sound a bit silly through her constantly cracking voice. You look down and admire the ripple of her thighs, the way her small tits bounce up and down. Her hot cunt feels ready for a load, a load it will not directly receive unfortunately.

Unfortunately? No, it’s good! You can’t risk getting Minju pregnant, that would be insane.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you groan.

“Let me help you~” Sullyoon’s lewd voice and even lewder lips push you over the edge as she puts your balls in her mouth and sucks on them loudly. The added pressure makes you unload into the condom, testing its durability. Luckily it passes the test and Minju still gets to have that feeling of hotness inside her.

She smiles weakly, but cannot really react. Her body goes limp in your arms as you slip out of her wide open hole. You carefully drop her onto the bed, a bed that you definitely need too now. Soft sheets to finally rest in after this night of projects and—other projects so to say.

“Fuck that was insane. What’s going to happen now?” you ask no one in particular. Minju is already gone, deep in a dream.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon suddenly says and lays next to you in bed, her fingers pulling away the condom. When she sees the ridiculous amount of cum still covering your dick, she is quick to clean it up with her tongue. It seems that she is just as addicted to your taste as Minju.

“Fuck, Sully—”

“We have to do this every week.”

“Wh-what?”

“Aren’t we your girlfriends now? Don’t you want this—

“To happen again~?”

Yes, they are your girlfriends now—and yes: you have fallen for them.

Who could blame you?

[buurmanuitwien]

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f!reader x joost

description: you get an impulsive tattoo... your boyfriend's a fan.

tags: // smut, fluff, established relationship, oral m! receiving, fingering, thigh riding

word count: 2.1k

WARNING: RPF FANFICTION AHEAD

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Your boyfriend had warned you before your first tattoo that something called “the tattoo seal” would be broken. He explained that once you had one, you couldn’t stop, all while hitching up his shorts, his minion in a maid dress tattoo on full display. You had laughed, confidently claiming you had both more self control and sensibility than him, therefore you would never get something like that.

Now, three months later, you stared at the reflection in the mirror over your shoulder, lip bit. You didn’t regret the tattoo, not a bit, but you regretted not thinking past that when getting it. How were you to tell your boyfriend that you had gotten a tramp stamp, and furthermore, that it was a tramp stamp of his name, ® symbol included. He would be home any minute now, and you had no idea what to do.

You eventually decided to just throw on an oversized tee, and procrastinate solving your issue. As soon as the T-shirt is over your head you hear the front door open, and your boyfriend’s voice call out to you.

“Liefde! I’m home!”

You of course run to greet him. His face erupts in glee, as it always does when he sees you, and he wraps you in a tight hug. You nuzzle your face into his neck and inhale. He smells of his recent cigarette and cologne. “I missed you,” You mumble into his neck. 

“I missed you too,” He says softly and kisses the top of your head. “But look!”

He pulls away and gestures to the kitchen counter, where two bags of your favorite restaurants takeout rest. “Joost! You shouldn’t have!” You exclaim, immediately running to grab the two of you drink. “I’ve been working so late at the studio and wanted to surprise you. It’s nothing really, truly bare minimum.” He says as you grab a glass and fill it for him. 

“Still. It’s sweet. And I love you.” You say, handing him his glass and pressing a quick kiss onto his cheek. 

“I love you too.” He replies as you reach up to grab yourself a glass from your cabinet. “I was just thinking earlier today about how crazy it is-”

He cuts off. As you reached for your glass you had instinctively reached to scratch an itch on your back, accidentally lifting the back of your shirt. Fully visible was joost klein® printed in jet black ink, right above the waistband of your boxers (really his boxers, but they were comfy and you liked them so…).

You dropped your hand quickly, and whipped around. “So uh..” You started, attempting to form even a semblance of an explanation. 

Joost stared at you, shell shocked, and a noticeable imprint starting to appear in his jeans. “Holy shit…” He whispered. 

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously, taking a step towards him. 

“Fucking hell Schatje…” He says, finally moving to run a hand through his hair. “Do I like it? I love it.”

He takes a step towards you, and now looking down at you, eyes ablaze. “God, you drive me insane.” He mumbles, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I seriously almost just came in my pants like a teenager.”

You laugh, and then Joost’s lips crashed into yours. You hungrily press against each other, before you pull away slowly, as your thumb sweeps across a stubble-lined jaw.

Head tilting, until you can press your lips just above, against the sharp cut of a cheekbone. You can feel his exhale against you. The tightly-strung muscles easing, even as he tugs you closer. Even as you hear the hitch in his breath, the way his head tips towards yours. You move slow. The next brushing his cheek. Another, to the corner of his lips. It’s then that he moves. A rough groan in his throat as his hand shifts to your chin. Holding you in place so his mouth can meet yours. Something chaste, that turns hungry. His hips canting into yours, as his tongue sweeps into your mouth. You let him. Fingers slipping against the short, velvet-shorn hair. Up until there’s something to grip onto, as his hips rocks against yours. “Fuck.” It’s rumbled against your lips, “What made you go ahead and get that love?.”

You moan, as his lips drag to press against your jaw. How his thigh rocks against your core, where you’re still pinned between him and the counter. “I don’t know” You say, weakly, “Just wanted it.”

There’s the rough huff of a laugh. “Funny how that works.”

There’s the pounding of your heart, just below his lips. Fingers that trace the waistband of your sleep shorts. Slipping beneath your shirt to grasp at your waist. Tugging, until you’re rubbing yourself on his thigh. The muscles flexing beneath you as you gasp, nails biting into his shoulder. Trying to avoid the bruises, his skin hot to the touch. Another roll - again and again. A rough grunt each time you press flush, when the imprint of his cock ruts against your hip. 

The seam on your boxers catches your clit. Your breath quickens, as your arousal dampens the thin cloth. A dark patch seeping into the dark fabric, but Joost only groans when his eyes flick down to see the gleam.

“Feels good.” You breathe, eyes half-lidded.

His teeth flash white. Pressing harder, until you’re whimpering. Until there’s a building pressure in your belly, toes curling against the tile.

“Joost.” It’s a plea, it’s a warning.

“Yeah, schat?” His knowing tone, the sweet name sends heat to your cheeks, “You close? Think you can come for me like this?”

You don’t know if you can. All you know is the feeling of his thigh nudging against you, as his leg bounces. The rasp of his stubbled cheek against yours.

“Think you can.” Joost hums, “Think you want me to hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

His name strings out. Fingers teasing, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. A rough moan in your ear when he meets bare, slick skin. Another pulled when your own hand drifts. A palm cupping him, where his clothed cock ruts into your hip. The heel of your hand nudging with the flex of his thigh. Again, and again. Sweet nothings slipping from you, a heady mix of his name and “please” and “oh my god-”, as your head tips back.

His mouth against your neck, your chin, your mouth. Your cry cut short as his body presses you flush between him and the counter. Fingers slipping down. Beneath the dampened fabric, circles pressed against your clit. Wanting to do this himself, to give this to you. The pleasure blooms low in your belly. Liquid heat and the release of what feels like weeks of building pressure coursing through you, as he brings you over the edge.

Your orgasm pulsing low and warm, as your hands find his shoulders. Adding fingerprint bruises to one’s he already carries. Ones he’ll look at fondly, when he’s alone.

Joost’s knee only eases from you, when that tight grip on him finally loosens. The aftershocks still honey-sweet where they thud in your core. Legs like jelly, as your back slips against the cabinets - as you sink to your knees.

You want all of him.

You’re greedy like that - fingers itching to reach out and take. To beg, but your eyes are drawn the bruises. The shadows under his eyes, you don’t know the last time he slept.

There will be more time, later. If you’re lucky.

“Hey. Hey-” His voice is almost worried, broad hands wrapping around your biceps. The words twisting into a choked sound instead, when your hands trace up his thighs. Over the slick patch, darkening the denim.

Eye-level with his hips. Your gaze meeting his, as you press an open-mouthed kiss against the straining curve. He groans then. Bare chest heaving, as his hands drop to his belt. No words needed, in sync from the years already spent together.

Thumbs hooking into the waistband of dark boxers, tugging down. Your eyes tracing where the dark trail from his belly thickens, hair coarse at the base of his cock. “Don’t have to.” It’s half-hearted. A tick to his jaw, when your fingers join his.

Another sharp tug, until his cock is freed. Achingly hard, as it bobs in front of you. A pretty shade of pink that grows darker at the tip. A drop leaking from the slit, the head already glossy from where it smeared against fabric.

God, you need to taste him.

“I know.” You breathe, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grin, “I want to.”

Leaning forward to taste him. A kiss against the shaft, tongue flattening against velvet skin. “Wanna make you happy.”

His fingers flex, curling into fists. Your eyes meet his, “I think you like it when I do.”

Joost stiffens at your words, a sharp inhale through teeth. But you miss it - lips parting to take him into your mouth. A moan as you suck, feeling how his cock jerks against your tongue. “Fuck.” He grits - the flex of his hand, as he cups the back of your neck. Fingers twining into your hair, tugging.

He inches further into your mouth - the hollow of your cheeks as you suck, head gently bobbing.

He’s big. You know this. An ache in your jaw already, but it’s worth it - to give him this. 

Spit strings between your lips and his cock, when you pull back. He lets you - that grip loosening, though his fingers stay twisted in your hair. Keeping you close, only slipping away long enough for you to tug the shirt from your shoulders.

Letting it pool on the floor, letting his eyes drag over more bare skin beneath. His touch followed without thinking - calloused fingers tracing your shoulders. The soft curves of your tits, palm cupping flesh. The other hand anchors himself to you again as before. The curved weight against the back of your head - a gentle, encouraging pressure. Urging you to his cock again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth. Working him back up to that peak again, and then further - as you take him into your throat.

His breathing grows shorter. Muscles flexing as he bucks into your mouth, chasing the pleasure that threatens to snap inside him.

“Shit, liefde.” Joost rasps, “You want me to come on these?”

A squeeze against your chest. You make a low sound in your throat, in response. Eyes flicking up, sinking another inch deeper as your fingers grasp onto his jeans.

“Fuck.” The syllables draw out, “Sure, liefde. Anything you want.”

His fingers tug harder. The flicker of pain along your scalp blending with the heat that lingers between your thighs. Keeping your eyes on his as his hips move just a little faster. Air inhaled through your nose as a hand slips up to curl around his base. Easing off just enough that you can jerk him into your mouth.

Your name comes out ragged, slipped into a moan. A curl of his lips over teeth, panting breath. “Gonna make me come, schat.” It’s a warning, but your tongue only curls around the head. Waiting to taste him fully, as he groans.

Another choked breath, his head tilting back, before his cock throbs between your lips. Pulsing against your tongue, as your fist works him empty.

Your eyes close then. Senses narrowing down to the sounds he makes. Filthy, as his fingers tug hard enough to hurt, unconsciously rocking into the suction of your mouth with each drop that spills against your tongue. “Fuck.” He mutters again.

Softer, this time. Fingers suddenly dropping, shifting to smooth over your cheeks. A low hiss, when you ease off him - only for your head to dip forward again. To catch the last errant drop on your tongue, as it flicks against his slit.

“Jesus christ,” He mutters, looking down at your head tipped up, lips swollen. 

His boxers still a mess around his thighs, your fingers still circled around him.”Can you turn around?” He asks. “Wanna see the tattoo in all its glory.”

You oblige, of course. He runs his fingers over the still lightly irritated skin. He’s quiet for a moment. “Can I ask you two things?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out.

“Can I use this as an album cover?”

You laugh in surprise, but nod, as his fingers slowly play with your waistband. “Fucking awesome. Thanks liefde. And also… can I take these off?”

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a/n: babys first smut LMFAOOO anyway hope u like lmk if u do (plz reblog if u liked it). english is deadass my fourth language so forgive grammer or spelling mistakes. okay chill my requests r open if u want me to write smth!

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Villain Creation System Chapter 7

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

Author's note: I'm still tipsy so there may be some errorst that I overlooked. I'll edit them tomorrow.

CHAPTER 6: Square Root of a^2+b^2 Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

You were not in the mood for a party. 

You were hardly ever in a mood for a party, but today you had a good reason. Between meeting the alleged soulmate of the man you’re tasked with destroying, almost getting roofied, stopping a rape attempt, and breaking down in the arms of Mark Grayson, you wanted to spend the rest of today buried in the sheets while random clips of old sitcoms played on your phone as you dissociated. 

And yet here you were at five p.m., dressed in uncomfortable “casual” partywear and standing in front of Amber’s sorority house, a giant monster of exposed bricks and a symmetrical number of windows on each side of its deep blue front door. 

[This system does not encourage procrastination, but if the Host is so exhausted, you could have stayed in your dorm. You managed to raise Mark Grayson’s affection and darkening to impressive levels in a single day, so a small break would not be unreasonable.]

“You don’t understand, maybe it’s your age or the fact that you aren’t human, but being a grownup means doing things even when they’re annoying.” You scratched your elbow, the fabric of your top was needlessly tight, and then you pressed the doorbell. “Besides, it would be rude to Amber.”

[She already told you that it would’ve been fine if you didn’t attend.]

“If I didn’t attend, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the party entirely.”

[How do you know this?]

“I just do.”

[You are quite full of it.]

You sighed and pulled on your collar. “Amber is a good person, she’s the type to worry. I don’t want her to waste time worrying about me when she can be having fun.” It doesn’t help that you took a rain check on that nacho run with her and the others and went straight home. You also felt bad for not replying to her anxious text messages.

[You barely know her.]

“I know enough.” You pressed the doorbell again. 

This time, someone answered immediately.  

Amber. Today her dark brown hair was adorned with gold hairclips in the shape of tiny butterflies and she wore a burnt orange peplum top that flared daintily over white skinny jeans. 

“You made it!” she exclaimed, pulling you into an abrupt hug. 

“I said I will. Here.” You lifted an eco bag full of different brands of chips. “I don’t cook.”

She looked confused but took the bag from your hands. “Thank you, but uh, you didn’t have to bring anything.” 

That was odd. You were sure that it was basic etiquette to bring something for the party host. Then again, it has been a while since you’ve been to a party thrown by university students, or by anyone, really.

“Come in, come in.” Amber motioned for you to enter. “Everyone is in the living room, we just ordered pizza. Got any preferences?”

“As long as it’s not drugged.”

She looked startled.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another. “Too soon, huh.” 

Realizing that it was your poor attempt at humor, she laughed a little too hard. “Well, the girls and I agreed to always have someone watching the food and drinks.” She started walking and you followed. “We ordered five of every flavor.”

She stopped right before you crossed the doorway leading to the living room. 

“Listen, you know, you don’t–”

“Please.” You raised your hand. “I wasn’t the one who was attacked, and I appreciate your concern, I really do, but babying me will only cause me more stress. I’m fine, truly.”

“...All right.”

You smiled. “Now let’s go.”

You wanted to go. Like, leave. 

After Amber introduced you to her dozens of sisters and you reassured her that you can make do on your own, you spoke with random people here and there, some of them shared classes with you, others were actual strangers. With forty-five minutes of small talk and laughing at jokes you did not understand while you chewed on triple cheese pizza (which was good), you felt like you already fulfilled your guestly duty and it was a safe time to bid goodbye. 

But before that, you wanted to taste the truffle-flavored pizza, so you excused yourself. 

On your way to the kitchen, you passed by the bathroom and heard sniffling. 

That was none of your business, so you attempted to keep walking, but then came the sobbing.

You sighed and knocked softly on the door. “Hello? You all right in there?”

“I-I’m okay.”

“...Eve?”

No reply.

“I’ll go if you want to break down in peace but if you want to talk, I…” You shut your eyes, regretting this already. “I’m here for you.”

[How nice of you.]

Shut up.

There was silence at first, then you heard shuffling and the sound of the door unlocking. Eve’s eyes were swollen and her nose was red as a cherry.

Yep, this was a mistake.

“May I come in?”

She nodded and stepped aside.

You carefully shut the door behind you and stayed standing while Eve sat on the toilet. 

You stared at each other before Eve confessed, “My boyfriend cheated on me.”

Ah. Real or fictional, the universe was never short on scum. “I hope you dumped him on the spot.”

She laughed and then sobbed. “I did.”

“Did you cry in front of him?”

“No, I was too mad, that’s why I broke down here.”

“Good.” You crossed your arms as Eve continued to blow her nose into the tissues. “That’s good.”

After three minutes of nothing else, Eve finally looked at you. “I-is that it?”

“I can quote a philosopher, if you think that would help.”

She gawked.

“No? How about a song? Let me think… ‘A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing, who’ll leave you to sing the blues.’” [1]

That got her to laugh this time, just laugh. 

“Look,” you started, “I’m not an expert with relationships or comforting people.”

“And?”

“And that’s it. I already gave you a quote.”

She laughed again. “I can use another one.”

“Um, ‘you’re going to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince’?”

She shook her head, smiling. “That actually helps.”

“Good.” You uncrossed your arms. “Do you want me to get you anything? Pizza? Peach soda?”

She shook her head. 

“You gonna be okay?”

“I will be, but I think I wanna stay here and be pathetic a little longer. Besides, I don’t want Amber to see me like this, she’s a worrier.”

You grinned. “All right.”

“And hey.” She pushed a scarlet strand behind her ear. “Thank you. For asking and for staying even though you’re…y’know.”

You shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal. Any girl would worry about another girl crying at a party.

You headed for the kitchen where two of the sisters were arguing which of The Sims installments was the best one. In this reality though, The Sims equivalent is called Live Dolls. 

Both girls took a moment to acknowledge you with friendly nods and a smile before going back to their debate. 

“How can you possibly say that 3 is the best when it can barely load even with an Intel Core i7 processor?” shouted the brunette with ruby streaks.

“It has the best open world and relationship-slash-memory system among all of them!” defended the blonde with giant hoop earrings. “And there is the customization for both body and furniture, and also the personality traits, need I say more?”

You didn’t know about the best, but if Live Dolls was anything like its real-life counterpart, the fourth would be the worst.

Not wanting to intrude, you opted to silently grab the last slice of truffle pizza on the kitchen island and then book it, but instead of a delicious greasy crust, your fingers hit a familiar set of knuckles.

“I’ll trade you the slice for a kiss.”

You smiled to yourself. You didn’t have to look to know who it was that just stole your slice. “I doubt the pizza’s that good.” 

“Fancy seeing you here, princess.”

Mark Grayson leaned over the table, the collar of his white t-shirt hanging lowly as he bent closer to you. From this angle you could see his collarbones and the slopes of his chest. 

“Am I distracting you?” His Adam's apple bobbed with each syllable.

“No, I just, I need to discuss–” You looked down. Big mistake. 

Mark was a tall guy, and he did not have proportionally sized feet; no, in fact, his feet were bigger. He also liked to wear fitted jeans, you only noticed now, and from where you stood, he had other parts that were more than just proportional. 

Rough fingers gently guided your chin upward, leading your gaze to a pair of hungry-looking eyes.

“Up here,” he whispered. “Tell me what you need.”

“I…wanted to have a private conversation with you.”

He smelled so nice–

“You guys know we’re still here, right?” Hoop Earrings interrupted, sounding more amused than annoyed.

You snapped out of it and took a step back, Mark’s fingers sliding away.

Ruby Streaks pitched in, “We’ll order another batch. In the meantime, you kids find someplace more private. Upstairs or the bathroom, please?”

“Sorry about that, ladies,” Mark replied, his hand slipping into yours like it was second nature. “Let’s go, doll.”

“Doll”? That was new. But you didn’t hate it, like how you didn’t hate how he led you so casually up the stairs. 

Perfect. It’s best to get this out of the way quickly.

“Is this really okay?” you asked as he entered a random bedroom near the end of the hall, tugging you inside with him. 

“They’re the ones who offered.”

“I know, but it feels rude. I can’t even stand letting family inside my room, let alone strangers.”

Mark chuckled. “Trust me, no one’s going to care. This room is reserved for guests.”

“I see, well, that’s good.”

“Do you mind locking the door?”

“Um.” You preferred locked doors for your room, but that was unnecessary here. You were just going to thank him for comforting you during your breakdown. “Actually, no. I want to make this quick.”

“Trust me, babe, you don’t want quick with me, and you deserve better than that.”

“Really, I want to–” One half-glance at him and you instinctively turned back to face the door. “Mark, please put your shirt back on.”

“Oh, you like to do it that way, huh? Okay–”

“Mark.”

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Yes, I want to have a conversation with you, as I have said.”

“I thought that was your way of asking for sex.”

“I can see that.” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“But did you really not think I was planning to sleep with you?”

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I didn’t mean anything, it’s just…” From the look of his face, you could tell his gray cells were firing rapidly, trying to find the right thing to say. “I believed…that my signals were there, but there seemed to be some miscommunication. I’m sorry.”

“Well, I’m sorry as well. I guess I should have been more clear.”

“No, no, you said what you said, I just heard what I wanted to hear. I thought for sure you wanted to–” 

“–to get laid on a stranger’s bed, in a room that seems to be reserved for spontaneous hookups?”

Brown eyes blackened. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“It is for me. I don’t do one night stands or random makeout sessions.”

“Oh, because you’re so much better than the rest of us, right?”

That was… “What?”

“I see the way you look at everyone else, like you’re too good to be here, like we’re below you. Newsflash, princess, just because some of us don’t spend ninety percent of our time doing advanced reading and sucking up to teachers, doesn’t mean we’re idiots.”

“I never–”

“Some of us work hard, even if we don’t show it, and we deserve to party and have as much meaningless sex we want because that’s what we need to get through a hard day, and if you don’t get that, well tough. Not everyone can be a frigid loser.”

His words were an ice-cold knife through the heart.

Mark exhaled and backed away, running his hand over his face and hair.

Your jaw slackened, but you forced it back shut. 

What else was there to say?

His lips parted but the beeping of his watch made him click his tongue.

You didn’t slam the door, you were tired. You wanted to go home. You wanted to be in your own bed with your weighted blanket suffocating you while old sitcoms played in the background.

[Ding. Affection: 51%. Darkening: 21%.]

[Ding. Affection: 50%. Darkening: 21%.]

[Ding. Affection: 52%]

[Ding. Affection: 49%]

[Ding. Affection: 51%]

Ding, ding, ding, ding–

You bumped into several bodies, and you couldn’t apologize because if you opened your mouth again, you would lose whatever semblance of control you had left.

You were halfway out the hallway when you bumped into a wall of brick wearing a light blue dress shirt.

The brick held your forearms to steady you. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You nodded in acknowledgement and tried to leave but he asked, “Are you okay, miss?”

“Sorry, I gotta go.”

You retrieved your arms and pushed past him and then past the heavy blue front door. 

You sent Amber a message: thanks for the invite, see you in class, and you speedwalked back to your dorm.

***

You did not cry. You don’t cry.

But you did have Golden Girls on full blast as you fixated on the ceiling until dawn arrived.

You took a cold shower and went to Professor Harper’s class looking like a raccoon.

The system informed you that Mark was in the auditorium today, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to care. You wanted to focus on the history of stoicism and not on Mark Grayson’s furious black eyes when he called you a coldblooded loser and accused you of being a snob.

Easier said than done. You didn’t jot down a single note and you had no memory of anything Professor Harper said in the past two hours.

[Did Mark Grayson’s words truly hurt you, Host?] The system inquired when the bell rang. [His affection is sitting at a comfortable 52% so you are still favorable in his eyes.]

You don’t get it because you’re telepathic and omniscient.

[Nigh-omniscient, and without further authorization, I can only hear your superficial thoughts.]

Whatever. My point is that it doesn’t matter if he likes me or loves me; when he or anyone talks to me like that, I’m going to feel bad. 

[But he likes you.]

Well, he has a horrible way of showing it. 

[Weren’t you the one who informed this system that humans are contradictory creatures? You have the advantage of knowing his true feelings so why do his words upset you so?]

It’s complicated, little one. You felt like an old lady speaking with a hypercurious toddler. And while I was offended by his remarks, I am not upset.

[How fortunate, because here he comes now.]

Mark approached your desk. “Hi.” His voice was small.

You did not spare him a glance as you organized the contents of your bag. “Hello.”

“I want to talk with you.”

“Go ahead.”

“You’re not going to look at me?”

“I can listen and pack up my things.”

“Right… Look, I’m sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it.”

“You chose very specific points about me to attack.”

“That wasn’t intentional.”

“So you came up with them on the spot? It’s that easy to find reasons to insult me?”

“No, you’re twisting my words.”

“No, I’m trying to understand them.” You zipped up your bag and finally faced Mark. You crossed your arms. “You called me a frigid loser. You said I was condescending.”

“I never said that you were condescending.”

“You implied it, rather firmly, might I add.”

“Okay, okay, but you need to understand, you were… I just…” He rolled his shoulders. “I didn’t like that you seemed to look down on my way of life.”

“I have never looked down on you or your choices. If meaningless sex means that much to you, then go to town, but my not wanting that for myself does not make me a frigid loser.” You were panting by the time you finished.

[Ding. Affection: 55%]

“I know. I’m sorry.” 

“Okay.”

“Do you…wanna grab something to eat?”

You turned away from him, suddenly finding the burger charm on your bag very interesting. “I’m not in the mood for burgers, or coffee.”

He laughed. You didn’t.

“That’s fine, we can go to the canteen.”

You slung your bag over your back before he could reach for the straps. “We should leave before the next class arrives,” you murmured, moving ahead of him.

“Professor Harper sounded pretty impassioned about Thomas Aquinas,” he remarked, his long legs taking small, slow strides to match your unhurried pace.

You grunted.

“Did you write down everything? Including his spiel on the seven cardinal virtues?”

You hummed.

“...you think it’s going to rain today?”

You shrugged.

Mark didn’t bother to say anything else, which you appreciated. His usual entertaining and dare you say, even endearing attempts at eliciting a reaction from you have become an annoyance, the buzzing of a fly that cannot be smacked away.

Mark sulked next to you like a six-foot-tall shadow while you kept your chin up and focused on walking. This wasn’t ideal but you can deal, you would take awkward and tense silence over awkward and tense small talk any day.

Thankfully, the trip to the canteen was short.

Mark held the door open. “You go and find us seats while I order–unless you want to go and order.”

You put down your bag on a vacant table. “I’ll go.” You needed to be on your feet for a while longer, to shake off excess tension. “What do you want?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be sloppy joe day today but I think I want something with rice, the staff has been really branching out. I hear the chicken adobo[2] is good. Although the–”

Your increasing lack of patience must have been showing because he clasped his hands together and rapidly spurted, “I-I’ll just have the sloppy joe special.”

“Drink?”

“Bottled water.”

“Okay.”

“Wait, the money…and she’s gone.”

[He’s slumping over the table.]

I can imagine.

[Did you not forgive him already? Why are you being so short-fused with the target?]

It’s complicated.

You approached the counter and smiled politely at the woman behind the cashier. “Hello, one sloppy joe and one order of adobo rice. Can you give me extra rice with that? And some vinegar and two waters? Thank you.”

You paid her and stepped aside to wait for your order.

“It’s you.” A male student stood next to you. The voice was familiar, and so were his arms and chest.

[Ding. Host, this is one of the supporting characters of Invincible. He doesn’t hold as much importance as Amber or Eve, but this system might as well introduce him.]

He shot you a dimpled smile. “I’m–”

You snapped your fingers. “Brick!”

He blinked slowly before chuckling. “Actually, it’s Rick.”

[This character is named Rick Sheridan and he might be gay.]

Might be?

[In the TV show he is definitely gay, but who knows in this universe.]

And?

[And I finished talking.]

Of course.

Hiding your exasperation, you grinned at Rick. “My bad, but I do remember you. Sort of. You were at Amber’s party.”

“Yup. You got me worried there for a second, but at least you look good–fine, I mean.”

He was tall but wider than Mark. He had golden hair and baby blue eyes to complement that All American smile.

For an unimportant extra, he was cute, in that generic young Caucasian man way. 

Rick shook your hand and you cringed at your own thoughts. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, by the way.”

“Anyone would’ve done the same.”

You rubbed your elbow. “Not anyone did, only you.”

The serving lady called and you went to retrieve your food tray.

“It was nice meeting you, Rick.”

“You too. You need help carrying that?”

“N–”

The food is lifted from your forearms. “No, we have it handled, thanks.”

You didn’t know when he closed the distance but now Mark possessively clasped onto the food tray. 

“You were taking forever, princess, I’m starving.” He smiled at you but shot a nasty side eye glance at Rick, who glanced at you, then at Mark. 

Then, he chuckled.

“Okay, I gotta go. See you around.”

You bowed your head lightly in agreement before turning to Mark, whose eyes have zeroed in on Rick’s departing form like an eagle to a mouse. 

“Mark.”

He blinked and smiled at you. “Yeah, princess?”

“Who’s looking after our bags?”

“Don’t be silly, no one’s going to steal anything from us.”

“And this confidence is based on?”

“Come on, this is a university.”

“Right, because no university student has ever committed a crime.”

“Well–”

“Almost feels like judging a book by its cover, huh?”

“I–”

His smartwatch beeped.

He swore under his breath.

You grabbed the tray. “Go, I’ll be right at our table, watching over our things.”

“No.” He kept holding the tray. “I’m staying, I’ll eat with you.”

“Mark, we can eat later, your boss is looking for you. That is him, isn’t it?”

“At least let me carry the tray.”

You pulled. “Unnecessary.” 

“Please let me do this one thing for you.” He pulled back.

The tray wouldn’t move no matter how hard you pulled.

“Would you let go–” 

His watch blasted an even louder alarm, yelling like a siren.

An old man’s voice followed, “Mark, do you copy?”

“Shit–”

Mark reached for his watch and you fell backward with the tray, the food spilling on top of you.

Amazing.

For years, your teenaged self feared this exact situation, on your butt with lunch all over you and surrounded by people you barely knew. You didn’t expect you would go through something like this at your age.

Mark’s watch beeped and rang and flashed lights and he looked tempted to smash it into pieces. 

He opened his mouth and stretched an arm towards you, but you refused to take his hand.

“Just go,” you breathed, wiping the sloppy joe and adobo cocktail off your sweater. “Don’t want to make your boss angry, do you?”

[Ding. Darkening: 24%.]

***

Mark shot through the fifty-foot reptilian monster, splitting its skull in half instantly. 

As the giant fell to its knees, he flew towards the helicopter of Cecil Stedman, his gargantuan buttmunch of a boss. “You called me over for this?” Mark gestured towards his current mission partner, who hovered next to him. “Eve could’ve handled it!”

“You know she can’t.”

“Then send the damn team for all I care. I’m not your damn errand boy.”

“No, you’re supposed to be a superhero, and last time I checked, taking care of kaiju-level[3] threats comes with the job.”

“I have a life outside of this bullshit. I’ve missed over a dozen of my classes!”

Cecil sighed. “Maybe it’s time you make the choice then.”

Mark pushed his face closer to the man who unfortunately paid his bills. “Let’s not go there, Cecil, because you won’t be happy with the choice I make.”

He pulled away from the chopper. “Don’t call me unless it’s an actual emergency.”

He then flew higher into the sky.

Eve and Cecil shared a look.

“I’ll talk to him,” she muttered. Pink sparking between her fingers and under her feet as she thrust herself upward.

“Mark–Mark, slow down!” Eve yelled through the clouds. 

There was no one on this planet who could keep up with Mark at his top speed.

He clicked his tongue but slowed enough for Eve to catch up.

“What is up with you lately? You’ve been moody as Hell the past few weeks.”

Mark smirked. He recalled your words last night; “What the Hell is that supposed to mean?” 

You said “Hell.” Mark didn’t think you could even physically say “Hell,” but it was so hot when you did. He can still remember it, your voice, your tone, your indignant expression that bordered on disgust. 

His cock stirred at the memory.

Shit. 

He told himself to focus on Eve. His hormones calmed down in seconds. 

“I’m not going to school because I need it. I like having stuff that doesn’t involve the life or death of civilians, but I’ve barely been in any of my classes because of this hero gig.”

“This is not a gig, this is our life.”

There it was again. Holy and perfect superhero Eve. “Spare me the whole ‘great power, great responsibility’ speech, will you?” Mark shivered at the flashbacks of his mother forcing him to recite the story of the Sword of Damocles[4] before he could eat breakfast. And lunch and dinner. And his snacks.

“I understand how you feel.”

“No, you don’t.” He hit the breaks and stilled in the air, catching Eve off guard. 

He regarded her angrily. “You have parents who love and support you. You have a boyfriend, you have a future, and this life isn’t even yours. No one is going to look at you differently or judge you if you decide to hang up the hero cape. Me? This is all I get to have, so don’t you ever tell me you know how I feel.”

Eve’s face went from surprised to hurt to calm. Tranquil, like the surface of the ocean, hiding deep and inexplicable emotions. “My dad never wanted me to be a hero. He didn’t even like me getting a scholarship. It wasn’t because he was worried for his little girl, it was because he didn’t want anyone in his family outshining him, especially if it’s his daughter. When I’m home, all he does is talk down to me and mom usually lets him.”

Mark unclenched his fists.

“And,” Eve continued, “Rex cheated on me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’” Her hands flickered pink as she pivoted in the air. “But hey, they’re just tiny problems compared to yours, right?”

She flew away, leaving Mark alone.

“Two for two.” He groaned into his hands. “Nice going, Grayson.”

[1] This is a line from Blues In the Night. The version sung by the Queen of Mars is my personal favorite cover:

[2] Adobo: a Filipino dish with meat (typically pork or chicken) braised with soy sauce, vinegar, black pepper and bay leaves. They say that there is “no recipe” for adobo because of how much freedom you have in making it. Heck, I once had a tomato (yes, no meat) adobo LOL. 

[3] Kaiju: Japanese for “strange beast/creature,” though it is a term commonly associated with Godzilla-sized monsters. 

[4] Sword of Damocles: this Greek parable is evocative of the famous proverb “With great power comes great responsibility.” To give you a summary, a man named Damocles was given the chance to live like a king for a day, but the actual king ordered that there be a sword hung above the throne, suspended from the ceiling by a single horsehair. It’s not a perfect representation of the popular take on great power and responsibility, but I’m sure you guys understand why I referenced it.  

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