#just found the audio while scrolling around

[snoopyclarkey]

audio erotica (2)

george clarke x reader <3

summary: you find yourself in a bit of a predicament one night out at a pub when you finally match the voice of your favorite audio erotica creator to his face.

a/n: audio erotica app mentioned is quinn and george is not a youtuber in this one!

wc: 1k

read part 1 here!

you had mulled it over for days, his comment running through your head over and over again, “but nah, still thinking about her.” george clarkey, voice actor for an audio porn site, was thinking about you. not only had you caught his eye at the pub that night, but you’d somehow gotten into his head long enough that he needed to record a whole audio about you.

the whole thing made you feel giddy, like you were a teenager again with your first real crush. but then things would all come crashing down when you remembered the reality of the whole situation. you were just a fan who happened to figure out who he was. nothing more. there was no moving forward with the situation, george would just have to stay in your fantasies.

life somehow always found a way though, because then the weekend rolled around and your friends, who had picked up on your downtrodden mood, organized another night out. when the pub from the other night was named as the designated spot for that night you had to tamp down any bubbling excitement you felt at the slightest possibility of seeing him again and instead thought about how smooth the cocktails had been and how many you were going to have tonight.

you and your friends weren’t able to the exact table you had occupied the weekend prior, but it was relatively close. your eyes trailed over to the table george and his mates had sat and felt a pang of disappointment at seeing another group of gals in their 20’s. it was for the best, you thought bitterly to yourself as you brought your cocktail glass to your lips.

when you got back to your flat, well beyond tipsy, your thoughts about the matter changed. you drunkenly stumble into your bedroom, kicking your shoes off clumsily and getting your hair out of your face with a claw clip. you find your laptop where you had left it on your bed before going out for the night. you had planned to play some music while half assedly taking off your makeup and applying your skincare, but a tab that you had left open caught your eye instead.

while you hadn’t listened to george’s audio all the way through, barely making it through the first full minute, you had kept the tab open. with your inhibitions lowered you scroll through the comments again, landing all the way back down to his. your fingers were pressing the keys, typing out a message you’d been thinking about sending for days. you weren’t that battered, but just battered enough that you could blame all of this on your inebriated state when you wake up in the morning.

“Hi George, you definitely don’t have to believe me, but I think I might be the woman from the pub!", you had workshopped the message in your head many, many times, unsure at first when to include. you didn’t want to to give too much information about yourself and you definitely did not want to reveal too much about george’s true identity. when you had first found george you may have done a social media search on him, just curious if there was anything about him public, but all you found was a carefully curated instagram page where he would post any time a new audio would drop on the website. nothing about the man himself.

the only thing you really knew about him was that he was 24 years old and based in london. you had even pondered for a while that his name may not have been george since he seemed to want to keep his identity private, but that night at the pub proved it really was his name.

after long consideration you finally decide on including the date and around what time you were at the pub. also, adding that you had been sat at a high top table with a group of your girlfriends while he had sat at a low top table with a group of his mates. you finally hit the post button and watch your comment appear on the page, quickly exiting out of the tab. even though you may not feel the same way in the morning, you couldn't help but feel giddy with what you’ve done.

you wake up the next morning groggy with a bit of an upset stomach, but nevertheless you’re in one piece. you treat yourself to some hungover takeaway and spread yourself out on the couch for a few hours, dreading the thought of having to go into work the next morning. you push yourself to stay preoccupied for the rest of the day though, washing up dirty dishes, folding laundry, and cleaning up anything you could until you found yourself back in bed for the night.

your fingers itched for your laptop and you relented, opening it up and quickly going to the audio erotica site again. you feel a mix of anxiety and exhilaration as you navigate to george’s page, going over the possible scenarios in your head. the most obvious outcome of your comment was it being left unanswered. george got dozens of comments on his audios and never responded to them, he most likely didn’t even read them. your comment was most likely sitting untouched and surrounded by the ramblings and praise of other horny women.

but when you click around to george’s newest audio and scroll through the comments your heart leaps in your throat. a reply from george. “Hmm… what were you wearing that night and what was I wearing?” you could scream in excitement, he replied. he actually replied.

you start typing your response with an almost maniacal grin on your face at the unbelievable turn of events. it was crazy and there was a big possibility that this wouldn’t go anywhere, but you weren’t thinking straight in the moment, too busy typing up your response. “…and you were wearing a brown hoodie over a white t shirt and a pair of jean shorts. you pull off jorts surprisingly well.”

you knew george liked banter based off of his audios, so you were hoping your back handed compliment would get a laugh out of him. you hit post, hoping that your descriptions would be enough to get another response from the men. before you could start ruminating over all of the choices you had made to get to this ridiculous moment in your life, you shut your laptop and turned in for the night.

[qoppybirdie]

well his nose isn’t wrong

[yintous]

party 4 u

❪ masterlist ❫ · out of character (or not) things the batboys did while being head over heels for you ⸝⸝⸝ crackfic ノ situationship hcs

🗒️ not proofread, more content under the cut ; VERY SATIRE. inspired by my sweeter than honey work and stupid things i did for my ex-situationship

DICK GRAYSON

wholeheartedly cussed out a barista inside his head when he saw them subtly flirting with you at the cashier

when his jealousy is mild he’s like “oh my god. i hope they slip on a drink and ruin that stupidly clean apron.” or “i can make a better latte! (name) just hasn’t seen it yet 🙄”

and he actually did learn how to make a better latte—that resulted in you visiting his apartment for morning coffee (when you went home he turned to the sky and absorbed the sunlight. eyes closed and everything out of pure gratitude)

started journaling whenever he got impulsively jealous and frustrated over the unlabeled relationship and somehow it always ends up being a love letter to you???

when he senses your presence, he gives himself five seconds to fix his hair and practice a charming smile before facing you 😭😭😭 atp it’s a habit he can never get rid of

you once saw him smiling weirdly at a mirror when he thought you weren’t looking (he was trying to see what the best smile was…..literally scrolled abt the types of smiles people have before it all) and you had to resist the urge to outright giggle

JASON TODD

listened to radiohead’s whole discography when he first got jealous while glaring at his ceiling, arms crossed and everything

his brooding got ruined when his earphones started glitching and he had to hold one of them at a specific angle so both of them would have audio

brushes his bangs back whenever he sighs at the thought of you (you literally cannot leave his brain). he brushed his hair back so often you thought he suddenly started liking slickbacks

scrolled through a comment section full of people that were ranting abt the annoying stuff their partners do and made a vow to himself to never do the things mentioned to you

goons CANNOT get away from him when he’s having a day wherein he got jealous over someone else flirting with you 😭 and after allat beating up and shooting the said goons, he acts like nothing happened

as in he literally texts you a “good evening” text and asked if you were free for dinner (it was two am)

TIM DRAKE

he felt like he was in a bad romcom. desperate times call for desperate measures i fear 💔 tried to analyze your body language to somehow read your mind/feelings toward him (he got 0 sleep that day)

wasn’t a believer in astrology but proceeded to analyze his and your birth chart to see if you guys would fit (he somehow found your documents)

tried the “triangle method” on you where he looks to your left eye, then your right, then to your lips—and was genuinely confused when YOU looked confused

you overheard him ranting to himself about your situationship. he was putting a lot of emotion into it

(sometimes he literally mumbles in ANGER abt it when he sleeps)

tried to deepen his voice around you (esp during the times where you two banter) but it did nothing but make the mood awkward (grew the habit of sending vms instead of text messages while deepening his voice bc he thought it’ll make you like him more)

DUKE THOMAS

bit a little too hard on your bottom lip while kissing you

he could’ve sworn he saw the grim reaper because of how embarrassed he was when he heard your noise of pain LIKE 💔💔 every time he closes his eyes, he sees it happening again

like jason, his charger instead of his earphones broke while texting you so he had to angle his phone a certain way while trying to keep up a convo with you

to make it even worse, it was overheating and all too 🥀🥀🥀 in the back of his mind he could already see the image of his phone exploding right in front of him but he still didn’t gaf and continued texting you

was lowkey obsessed with your perfume and hated the push-and-pull situationship thing so when you were away from him, he went on a whole perfume hunt

and the salespeople who assisted him were so?? confused?? because of how specific his description was??? and the description felt targeted to a certain someone instead of it being about an actual perfume??

DAMIAN WAYNE

dedicates every art he’s consumed to you OR gets inspired by said art to create something similar to the media that was presented to him

once wrote a romeo and juliet piece but it was yours and his version of it with no death or wtv (he made one of the lines from the story his wallpaper)

made a 100 excuses about needing to learn body anatomy so you’d get the hint and FINALLY let him use your appearance to study anatomy (he needed an excuse to look at you more without getting teased)

overheard that you liked ear piercings on guys so he pierced himself while half asleep in his bathroom

he would’ve regretted it if he didn’t catch your eyes wandering to the new piercing the morning after

impulsively carved your name on his sword and he is NOT hearing the end of it from his family at all

© yintous do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

[rebelssvy]

roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

⋆·˚ ༘ *

summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

✧.*

the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.” he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

[nayeoniiz]

WEBCAM PERV! (1)

pairings ❥ heeseung x fem!reader

point of view ❥ third person, omniscient

warnings ❥ mutual masturbation, cyberstalking, noncon recording

synopsis ❥ you meet heeseung on omegle and quickly hit it off until you accidentally disconnect. feeling at a loss from not being able to find him again, you give up and live life as if it never happened. unbeknownst to you, however, he turns out to be a hacker who hacked into your camera, resorting to watching your secretly from behind the screen… until he didn’t.

genre ❥ smut

word count ❥ 4.4k

taglist: @rayofsunshineeee

Webcam Perv! (2)

author’s note: sorry it took me a bit longer to release, i ended up rewriting over the whole draft. i was gonna write the full story in one go, but if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that i love making series. anyway i hope yall enjoy! & a reminder that my requests are open (send as an ask or submission pls do not dm me lol). go check out my other stories while you’re at it bc i have much more cooking! not proofread so don’t come for me!

y/n lay blank faced on her bed with her phone in hand. it had been hours since she’d gotten home from her classes, and now she was just scrolling mindlessly on tiktok out of boredom. her room was quiet except for the occasional hum of her heater and the everchanging audios blasting from her phone’s speakers.

she sighed, tossing her phone to the side resorting to staring at the ceiling. as the days were growing colder, y/n couldn’t help but to feel this growing sense of loneliness creeping in, like there was something missing that she couldn’t quite put her finger onㅡexcitement was the closest word she think of. she didn’t have many friends to talk to, or text, or hang out with—just her best friend natty, but the girl was currently unreachable as she had already fallen asleep after their brief phone call.

midterms were always the dryest times for y/n. after spending hours in the library, forcing far too many categories of knowledge down her throat for her own goodㅡ just to end up with barely above average scores, she was too drained to do much of anything else when she got home. but, it was hard to just sleep. she was intransigent when it came to resting after studying because she wanted to give herself the free time she’d lost instead. usually being on her phone, and rotting her brain away with the useless curated content that she handpicked for herself would suffice. but on days like thisㅡ where her studying ended close to (or in this case, after) midnight, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the dopamine she was longing for.

after a few moments of lying in a frozen state of staring off into nothing, she reached for her laptop, opening it on impulse. omegle. it had been a while since she’d used it, and honestly, it wasn’t the best idea, but she figured it might help pass the time. and maybe it’d even give her some form of human interaction, though her hopes weren’t too high given the website’s reputation. she typed “k-pop” into the category field, hoping it’d narrow down the pool to people around her age who might share at least one interest with her.

the first few chats weren’t anything special. she ran through the typical brief hellos, the awkward pauses, and of course the familiar “stranger has disconnected.” a few times, however, she was met with the sight of creepy old men who took pleasure in flashing, reacting at lightning speed to skip the chats before things could get worse. some people seemed normal at first, friendly even, but as soon as they’d start saying weird thingsㅡor worse, making noises that gave away their intentions, it’d soil her mood once again as she refreshed her tab.

after getting skipped again for the umpteenth time, y/n found herself hovering her mouse over the “new chat” button, debating. she looked at the clock in the corner of her screen, she had already wasted 30 minutes trying to find a normal human being to talk to. she was beginning to wonder if this was really a good idea to begin with. was it even worth possibly getting harassed for another half hour, in the name of being social? she weighed her options: she could either waste another 2 hours on tiktok, or go to bed. neither seemed appetizing for the hunger of connection she craved. with a sigh, she decided to try one more. and if it didn’t work out, it just meant that it was time to call it a night. she clicked to start a new chat.

stranger is typing…

stranger: hii

you: hello

stranger: m23

you: f22

stranger: cam?

you: earn it?

this one didn’t seem too bad so far, but she wasn’t going to make an early judgement. the man seemed to respect her decision as he quickly changed the conversation. they kept things light, alternating on asking each other random questions back and forth about hobbies, favorite foods, movies, shows, and music. the conversation was easy, fun even, and y/n found herself smiling a little despite the earlier frustration. it was like she was finally getting what she was looking for. with the conversation being tame, he took it as a green light to ask again.

stranger: can i see you now?

you: fine lol

y/n hesitated before turning her camera on and adjusted her hair quickly before looking at the screen. the male in her vision had a sharp, almost angelic face, with delicate features that seemed to be personally sculpted by the man above. his hair was dark and tousled, the slight messiness giving him a laid-back, calm vibe with his headset only adding character to his visual as they laid over his ears. his eyes were a captivating deep brown. they were soft and friendly, it made it hard to look away. even through the webcam, it was clear he had this undeniable charm, his steady gaze hinting that he knew the effect he had on others. the two of them stayed still, ogling each other for a bit, the stare down only being interrupted when he abruptly started typing again.

stranger is typing…

stranger: damn ur fine lol

you: thx so are you

stranger: you in korea?

you: yeah

stranger: me too

stranger is typing…

stranger: audio?

you: yk what? yeah

heeseung and y/n both go to turn on their audio. while her room was silent, disregarding the small noise coming from her room’s heater, heeseung had r&b music softly playing in the background. it only added to this boy next door vibe she was getting from him. the two of them were silent for a second before heeseung decided to break the ice by speaking first.

“hello? let me know if you can hear me.” his voice came through clearly, deep and smooth, carrying a natural warmth that drew her in without him even trying. a part of her was convinced he had to secretly be a weirdo. what was someone as attractive as him even doing on this site, yet alone at this hour? she took a breath before answering.

“hi, yeah i can hear you,” she replied, her tone a little uncertain, unsure of how to match his cool energy. she wasn’t exactly the extroverted type of person to begin with, you can only imagine how much harder it was to speak when such a captivating face was waiting for her response in real time.

heeseung only chuckled softly, the sound seamlessly exuding natural confidence. “so… i guess we finally get to talk now.”

y/n smiled at his words, her need for approval rising as she juggled through all the responses she could make to keep him engaged, “yeah, seems like it,” she responded, her voice was steady now as she tried to shake off the nervousness creeping in. 

heeseung chuckled, shifting closer to his keyboard as his fingers danced over the keys. the music in the background shifted, the beat changing just as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. his voice lowered a notch as he spoke, a hint of amusement in his tone. ”i’m, heeseung, by the way.”

“y/n,” she responded.

“i gotta admit,” he said, “i wasn’t sure if you’d actually turn on your mic.”

“why’s that?” she asked, an almost muted giggle escaping her lips as she twirled a strand of her hair, her fingers displaying how nervous she felt. heeseung watched her with a quiet intensity, noticing every little movement she made. the way her fingers fidgeted and how she avoided meeting his gaze through the screen.

“i don’t know,” he said, his tone lazy and nonchalant, but holding a teasing undertoneㅡ a subtle shift she didn’t quite catch onto. “guess i’m just lucky you did.” he didn’t say anything about her fidgeting, though. he didn’t need to. she seemed like the type to change her behavior once it was called out, and he was more captivated by it than he let on. there was something about her shyness, moreso the way she couldn’t quite hide it, that intrigued him. “so, what do you usually do when you’re not chatting with strangers on the internet?”

his question had caught y/n off guard for a brief moment, another nervous laugh slipping past her lips as she tugged on her shirt’s collar, adjusting it to make sure nothing was out of place though she didn’t actually need to. she didn’t know why, but something about talking to him felt different from the others. “uh, not much… if i’m not studying, i just watch tiktoks or call my friend if she’s not tired.” she replied hoping the answer sounded casual enough.

“hm, sounds like you’ve got some time to kill,” heeseung smirked, inching his chair closer to the screen. he opened a second tab, the soft clatter of his typing blending effortlessly with the mellow r&b drifting through the background.

“yeah, guess i do. life’s… kinda mundane, you know?” y/n replied sheepishly. her gaze followed his, noting the slight movement of his hands just out of view, but chucking it up to him searching for another song to play as the music shifted again. he didn’t back away from the screen this time, though. instead, he kept his eyes locked on hers, unwavering.

“i get it,” heeseung replied, his voice lowering slightly, but still keeping its laidback manner, like they were just two people having an ordinary conversation. “i’m the same, but i'm more of a youtube guy, i found out about this site through a video on there.” as he spoke, his finger subtly danced across the keyboard, the screen flickering with the quiet download of her IP address. his eyes stayed on the camera, his expression open and unreadable, like he was genuinely listening to her.

“that’s interesting, this app usually has a bad rep. like, there’s only creeps on here,” y/n said, though her words seemed to be misunderstood as heeseung furrowed his brows.

“are you trying to insinuate that i’m a creep?”

her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. a stutter broke through her words. “what?! no! i’m just saying—i’ve run into a lot of them tonight before i landed on you. so i was just… i don’t know. forget i said anything.” she sulked, her face reddening with embarrassment at her failed attempt to relate. heeseung watched in awe, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile, at her mannerisms, finding every one of her reactions so cute. sensing her discomfort, he smoothly shifted the topic.

“i’m kidding, y/n.” he grinned, showcasing his pearly whites. “so… what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never got around to?” he asked, his tone light, but there was an underlying intensity to his gaze. he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity; he was studying her, absorbing every word she said, as if her answers would tell him everything he needed to know.

y/n paused, thinking for a moment before she answered. “probably traveling more. i feel like i’m always stuck in the same routine.”

“yeah, routines can be… limiting. but they’re also comforting, right?” he paused, his eyes flickering to a different part of his screen for just a moment before he continued. “you know, sometimes it’s those little moments, when everything feels a little too safe, that you need to shake things up.” he spoke so casually, like he was giving advice, but it sounded a bit odd to y/n. she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his words, though she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. regardless, she found herself wanting to stay, wanting to know more. and she was always too paranoid for her own good anyway. it was probably nothing.

“i guess.”

“oh. yeah, but is that the only reason you’re on here?” heeseung’s fingers were still moving on his keyboard, the quiet clicking of the keys going unnoticed now. he wasn’t just talking anymore—he was already pulling the strings, weaving a subtle web around her, all while his words remained smooth and harmless. y/n’s lips pursed in thought, the sudden change in the atmosphere making her feel more curious than she was letting on.

“what do you mean?” she asked, confusion creeping into her tone as she leaned forward, trying to get a better look at him. heeseung’s system, working silently in the background, had breached the security of her wifi by now, scanning through the connected devices, its main goal being to gain access to her phone.

“i mean… it’s almost 4am, saturday night. you’re a cute girl, seem kind of introverted, but you give off this vibe... like you’re looking for some fun.”

whatever dimwitted perception y/n formed of him had shattered. he was no different from any of the other men she’d encountered prior. “oh. i don’t really do… that,” she replied, a slight pout playing on her lips. she moved her mouse to hover over the skip button, but she didn’t click it. something was keeping her here. maybe it was the way he looked at her—too attractive, too confident. she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t move.

heeseung noticed her hesitation, his grin widening. “oh, neither do i,” he said in a humoring manner, brushing her reaction off as if his earlier comment didn’t mean anything. “i just had to test the waters. can you blame me though? it’s not every day you meet an attractive girl on here. you said it yourself, there’s usually only creeps on here, right?”

“yeah,” she laughed, the sound effortlessly drawn out as she got caught in the pull of his charm. any cautions she had before seemed to dissipate as she got lost in his eyes. she debated whether she should just give in—it wasn’t like they’d see each other again, right? but then, the stories about girls who made impulsive choices, and got extorted, crept into her mind. the fear of becoming just another statistic arose.

“what do you have in mind?” she asked, her words slipping out before she could think them through. her people-pleasing tendencies had kicked in, but the smile that spread across his face made her heart race. somehow, it felt good, like she was doing something right. and that made it feel worth it. rewarding, even.

“whatever you’re offering, baby,” heeseung replied smoothly, his voice dipping into an unfamiliar, alluring tone that made her body tingle. as he spoke, his hand moved subtly off-screen, clicking to start recording. the faintest smirk curled on his lips as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes burning into hers with a suggestiveness that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t before. desired. wanted.

“i don’t know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. a nervous smile played on her lips as her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. her eyes darting away from the camera before flicking back to his. “i’ve never done anything like this before.”

heeseung tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening as he studied her. there was something about her naivety, the way she danced on the edge of her own boundaries, that made his pulse quicken. he decided then and there that if he wasn’t already obsessed before, he definitely was now. utterly and completely.

“well, i’m honored to be the first,” his voice dripped with seduction, but his eyes glinted with something far more sinister.

her cheeks flushed as she hesitated again, her fingers picking at the fabric of her shirt before she finally blurted, “could you maybe…” she paused, laughing softly at how ridiculous she felt to ask. “show me something, too? just to keep it fair.” her words made heeseung pause for a moment before a low chuckle escaped him, growing into full, unrestrained laughter. he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amusement, his eyes never leaving her face.

she was truly a character—everything about her was so… adorable. her openness, her immediate trust in a complete stranger, and the impulsivity that seemed to pour out of her without a second thought. it was intoxicating. she was everything he’d been looking for, everything someone like him—a man with desires he dared not say aloud—would dream of finding. and yet, beneath his amusement, there was a darker realization. if she wasn’t careful and kept giving away pieces of herself so easily, someone would take advantage of her. someone crueler, more reckless, more dangerous than him. he couldn’t let that happen. not with anyone else at least. she was his now. and if she was going to be ruined, it would only be by him.

“would you like it better if i go first?” heeseung inquired, his voice smooth as the corners of his lips nearly curled into a restrained smirk. he watched her reaction closely, catching the way her quick, almost desperate nod betrayed her displayed excitement. it was endearing, almost painfully so. it drove him crazy. he pursed his lips, feigning contemplation, before his smile grew wider, softer. “thought so,” he murmured, his tone carrying just enough teasing warmth to make her feel both at ease. she was completely under his spell. 

he reached for his webcam, the movement slow as he decided to savor the moment. tilting it slightly, he aimed it downward, the lens capturing his relaxed posture, legs spread comfortably wide. the soft fabric of his sweatpants clung to him in just the right way, emphasizing his figure without him needing to do much at all. the unthought of confidence in his movements was enough to hold her gaze, her breath catching as the tension in the air thickened. his hands grazed over the fabric covering his length, a small hiss of relief leaving his lips as he did so. she had already gotten him painfully hard without even trying.

lifting his hips, he slides his sweats down. just enough for him to pull his cock out, an unintentional gasp falling from y/n’s lips at the sight of it. he couldn’t hide the rush of pride that surfaced at her reaction. it was a response he’d grown accustomed to from his long list of other victims on the site, but there was something about y/n that struck him differently. her wide-eyed gaze, the way her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words—it was enough to ignite a deeper need within him, a desire to draw her in further, to leave her completely captivated by him.

a quiet curse slipped past his lips as he stroked, his hand barely being able to wrap around its girth. his movements were meticulous, unhurried as he moved to spread his precum over the rest of his length. he leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving her face. his dark eyes carried a silent command, the faintest nod of his head urging her to follow his lead. he didn’t have to say a word—his confidence, his control, it was all laid bare in the way he watched her, waiting to see how far she would go.

it was then that y/n realized she couldn't back out now. not that she wanted toㅡ her curiosity, mingled with the pull he had over her, kept her rooted in place. but it was starting to feel too real, the weight of the moment sinking in as she hesitated, unsure of what he was expecting. the fact that he left it up to her made it even more difficult. her mind raced as she nervously tugged at the bottom of her shirt, praying her choice would be enough to satisfy him.

heeseung's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable but intent, as though he were savoring every second of her hesitation. when she finally moved, lifting her shirt to display her breasts. her cheeks burned as she moved her hands over one, massaging and pinching her nipples. his lips twitched into the faintest smile. to her, his reaction was subtle, leaving her questioning if she'd done enough. 

but to heeseung, it was everything. to him, everything about her was intoxicating, from the nervous way she moved, to the unsure glances she gave him. he would have been satisfied just seeing her collarbone. his heart raced at the thought of how easily she gave in, how willingly vulnerable she was in front of him. it inflated his ego even more, knowing he was the first to witness this side of her.

he forced himself to keep his expression composed, though his excitement was nearly impossible to contain. the speed of his fingers absentmindedly sped up, thinking of how he’d be able to relive it again later tonight. and he’d make sure to replay every moment, over and over, obsessing over the way she unwittingly gave herself to him.“ah~ fuck, y/n,” he whimpered, unable to contain the heat growing over him. his eyes snapped shut, immediately imagining his hand to be hers. his hips bucked, as he began thrusting into his fist chasing the feeling of a body he knew now that he just had to get his hands on. tonight wasn’t going to be enough, he needed more. 

y/n didn’t know where her confidence was coming from when her free hand snaked its way down to the hem of her shorts as she pushed past them straight into her panties. she scooted into a slouch allowing herself easier access as she began rubbing on her clit, the pressure soothing its throbbing ache and sending a sweet, shocking sensation throughout her body. she couldn’t bite back the moan that slipped outㅡ the noise sounding like music to heeseung’s ears. oh how jealous he was of her hands now. being able to touch her because he couldn’t. it wasn’t enough, nowhere near it.

”look at me,” he murmured, his voice rough, making her cheeks flush as she slowly opened her eyes to meet his. his gaze was full of desire, making her feel small in a way that was strangely exhilarating. she found herself wanting nothing more than to impress him. she bit her lip as she quickly moved to lower the camera, aiming it to display more of her chest and downward before returning to her prior position on the chair. it didn’t even matter to him that her shorts kept her beautiful cunt a mystery to himㅡ the whole picture was so fucking sexy. the way she was playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them, the speed of her circular motions increasing as she chased her orgasm, the way her tongue rested on her bottom lip before she bit it, the way sheㅡ

“heeseung~ oh my god.”

fuck. if he was wasn’t already stroking fast enough, he was moving at godspeed now. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back. he rubbed his thumb along his tip’s slit as he kept his pace, the action leaving his hips stuttering. he was so close, and y/n was too. she couldn’t control the volume of her moans, gripping her breast like her life depended on it. “i’m gonna cum, oh my god, oh my god,” the desperation in her voice made him come undone as he bit back a loud, throaty moan. but she kept going, still chasing her climax as her moans got choked out the harder she went on herself.

just as she was about to cum, when she was almost there, her computer suddenly shut down. the screen went black without warning, leaving only an empty, lifeless void. heeseung watched as her screen flickered and then turned dark, his heart sinking in frustration. “fuck!” he swore, shooting forward in his chair, eyes fixed on the blank screen. he slammed a fist on the desk in irritation before quickly ending the recording. his hands moved frantically over the keyboard, reopening his hacking program, desperately trying to figure out what went wrong.

y/n didn’t even notice, her orgasm crashed over her as she felt like every nerve, and cell in her body had come undone. she kept her eyes closed as she let out a breathless sigh, regaining her composure. after a few seconds, y/n opened her eyes to see that her laptop was blank. she frantically clicked on buttons trying to turn it on, clicking the power button which only displayed a red drained battery as if to mock her further. of all times it could have decided to die, why now? the frustration and panic settled in as she realized she may never get to see him again. she didn’t have any ways to contact him, but would he even want to hear from her again? doubt clouded her mind. now there was no way of knowing. she wanted to keep talking to him, but the odds seemed slim. with a heavy sigh, she jumped up, scrambling to plug her laptop into the charger.

meanwhile, heeseung was still navigating through her information. he had closed out of omegle and now his focus was entirely on troubleshooting. he noticed her computer no longer showed up on the network, the last activity was two minutes ago. “that piece of shit must’ve died,” he grumbled under his breath. he figured now would be the time to access her phone’s camera as it would be useless trying to find her again on the website. switching servers on the program, he downloaded the data to his phone and went to lay down. he watched through the front camera on her phone, but it remained in the same spot unmoving. he was getting frustrated.

y/n had wasted almost 45 minutes skipping through hundreds of people in search of his face on omegle. but to no avail, his face never came up again. it was 6am, and she had plans with natty to go through with in the evening. as much as she didn’t want to right now, she had to sleep. oth of them, in their own way, ended up resigned to their separate fates. y/n reluctantly accepted her defeat, bitterly acknowledging that the night had slipped away. but at least for heeseung, there was a sense of satisfaction in knowing he would have another chance to see her again. this wouldn’t be the last time they crossed paths. he’d make sure of that.

Webcam Perv! (2)

[muwapsturniolo]

FreshLove For The Fit 2 (rewrite) ˚.🎀༘⋆ C. Sturniolo

A dive into how much Chris is obsessed with a certain OnlyFans creator.

⟢ nsfw content ahead. smut, masturbation (m & f), mentions of OF and Porn content as well as sex toys.

divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

It was a late night in the Sturniolo household, everyone in their respective rooms and already asleep due to the long and stressful day they had. Endless meetings, both in person and over the phone. Errands being made, having them drive all over town. Last but not least, multiple arguments between the three brothers.

Despite all the exhaustion, one was still awake.

He was scrolling through Twitter, an app no one knows he has, not even his own brothers. He kept the knowledge to himself for privacy reasons, deciding it was best no one knew what he got up to in his spare time. Plus, he didn't want fans to go crazy and air him out publicly.

This account was for him, and him only. It was a way for him to kick back and relax, to destress the best way he knew how.

The best way being masturbation - but he wasn't at that point just yet.

Chris wasn't the type to just go crazy right off the bat and start stroking his cock, no - he had to have something infront of him, something visual. He couldn't get hard with just a thought; he had to have some form of media, whether it be an audio, a video, or even a picture would do it for him, if it was good enough.

However, it wasn't just the sight or audibility of the erotic material that turned him on; it was the way his mind morphed the media. He was a very imaginative person, any and everyone knew that about him. He loved it, especially in circumstances like this.

If he saw a video of a girl who looked like his type, receiving back shots, he imagined it was him. If he saw a video of a girl being face fucked, he imagined it was him.

Him.

It was always him.

So there he was, phone in his right hand while his left one palms his bludge, his cock straining through the thin material of his boxers. He was working himself up, teasing himself, edging, until he was actually ready to give himself the pleasure of release.

It seemed like the usual NSFW accounts he was an avid viewer of hadn't updated their accounts in a few days, leaving him frustrated and only with old material. He huffs and goes to the search bar on the app, typing in multiple things in attempts to find some source of sexual entertainment.

It only took him a minute or so before he came across an account that was promotion-only. They'd take content and post it for the creators, directing people to the accounts, which were tagged. He looked through a few of the accounts, finding most of them boring and repetitive,

But then he found her.

He didn't even realise his breathing had stopped, he was too busy looking at the girl wearing a white cropped FreshLove shirt, ramming a pink dildo into her dripping cunt.

He didn't have to imagine anymore; the sight of her wearing his brand was enough to make him go feral.

With shakey and excelerated breathing, he yanks his boxers down, his thick and aching cock slapping against his abdomen. He wraps his hand around the base, starting to stroke at a slow pace as he begins to scroll through her account.

There were multiple videos of her playing with herself in different ways; dildos, vibrators, even a fucking machine made an appearence.

But what got him going, the thing that had him already reaching his peak, was the fact that in the majority of her posts, she's wearing Fresh Love.

Using her baby pink rose toy on her sensitive clit? The baby blue FreshLove hoodie is riding up on their waist. Flashing her perky breast adorned with nipple piercings to the camera? A black Fresh Love shirt is teasingly being lifted.

After an hour of endless scrolling, stroking, and liking each and every post on her account, he finally reached the end, and he was a mess.

She made a mess of him.

His milky skin was flushed with red, a thin layer of sweat covering his body and making his hair stick to his forehead. His cock was still hard, his tip remaning that bright angry red shade, still leaking beads of cum. If he looked hard enough, he could see his cock pulsating, feel it pulsating. His pelvis and left hand were covered in his own essence. It was pooling at the base of his dick, tickling his waist with a feather like feel as it trails down, dripping on to the navy sheets and creating an even bigger mess.

He's completely baffled by the sight that stands in front of him; he's never had a masturbation session end this way.

It was thrilling.

Not even thinking twice or what's to come later, he quickly follows her Twitter account along with her Instagram account, before throwing his phone down and beginning to clean up his own mess.

After he changes his bed sheets and takes a quick shower, he lays back down, his body immediately falling into a deep sleep as he begins to dream of the girl wearing FreshLove.

[cuntyji]

cw: gn reader , nsfw - mdni. link takes you to a [nsfw] reddit post that inspired this :)

choso is nothing if not a dedicated boyfriend. you were the first person he’s ever dated, and while he was still getting the hang of things, he wanted to do everything right—wanted to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. so when he accidentally found out about your little secret, he took it as an unspoken request.

it wasn’t even on purpose. he’d been lying in bed, scrolling through his phone like usual, when a random post on reddit reminded him of something you showed him before—one of those goofy asmr boyfriend audios you two laughed at together. he had never really gotten the point of them, but they made you laugh, so they were worth listening to.

but then he saw the other side of it, and he saw what you were actually listening to.

at first, he thought it was a joke—some exaggerated, over-the-top roleplay. but the more he listened, the more his ears burned. the sounds were so… explicit, so real, it made something heavy settle in his stomach. he couldn’t believe you were listening to this kind of stuff when he wasn’t around.

was he not enough? or—wait. maybe this was a hint?

he furrowed his brows, replaying the audio as he stared at his dark screen, his reflection staring back at him with an expression that wavered between nervous and curious. was this something you wanted? was this one of those… things people did in relationships? the guy in the audio was all breathy and desperate, making all these slick, wet sounds, whining about how good it felt, how he wished the listener could touch him.

was that what you wanted?

he felt himself get hard just thinking about it, his face heating up as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. it wasn’t like he never thought about it—about you, about being closer to you. it’s just… you’d only been dating for a month, and he didn’t wanna come on too strong.

but if this was what you liked, maybe he could do something for you.

so, with a slightly trembling hand, he pressed record on the voice memo app and let himself go.

he started slow at first, exhaling shakily into the mic as he tugged his sweats down and wrapped a hand around his cock. it was already so sensitive from all the things running through his mind, from the idea of you listening to this later, hearing him just as clearly as he heard those va's.

he let out a quiet groan, his fingers gliding up and down the length of his shaft, teasing himself the way he imagined you would. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, hips jerking up into his own grip.

he let himself get lost in the feeling, in the thought of you pressing play and hearing him just like this—needy and desperate, panting into the speaker, letting you hear every slick sound, every wet stroke. “wish you were here,” he murmured after a while, voice hoarse. “feels so good. bet you’d feel even better.”

his breath hitched as he tightened his grip, thighs trembling. he thought about the way you’d look at him if you caught him right now—if you saw him splayed out on your bed, sweatpants kicked to the floor, a dark blush creeping up his neck. “you’d help me, right? if you were here?” his voice cracked slightly, and he let out an involuntary whimper. fuck, he was getting close.

he squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing as his stomach clenched. “ah—fuck, ‘m gonna—” the words cut off into a sharp gasp, his body shuddering as he spilled all over himself—over his stomach, his chest, even his fucking phone screen. his chest rose and fell rapidly, mind still foggy as he tried to catch his breath.

but when he glanced down at his phone, he saw the way his release had splattered across the screen, some of it smudging over the ‘stop recording’ button.

his stomach dropped.

“…fuck.”

he couldn’t send it to you like this.

but he still had the whole day, right? he could just… do it again. maybe make it even better this time.

what a shame it’d be if you walked in early from work and saw him like this.

and, well—what a shame that’s exactly what happened.

[buckyalpine]

Imagine thinking Bucky is the cutest cinnamon roll ever and it confuses everyone including him. It starts with Peter scrolling through his phone along with the others who are lounging around, not doing much for once. He snickers at a video and the others overhear the audio.

Looks like a cinnamon roll; could kill you

Looks like they could kill you; actually a cinnamon roll

Looks like a cinnamon roll; is a cinnamon roll

Looks like they could kill you; would kill you

"What are you watching" Sam snorted while Peter shuffled over to show him the old trend that popped up again on his feed.

"Its this thing where people compare how some of their friends look cute and are actually cute and then there are some that just look cute but they're scary on the inside"

Sam grinned, scanning the room trying to decide who fit where.

"Alright, lets see, Peter you're a cinnamon roll, Steve looks like a cinnamon roll but turns into a feral mother hen at bad language, Tony, you look like a dumb ass and you are a- Ow! Nat looks like she could kill someone and could kill-

"I have killed" Nat cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah we know. Actually scratch that. You're a bunny compared to Barnes-hey!" Sam yelped at the cushion that was launched at his head, "It's not my fault he looks scarier than you!"

Steve snorted from the side while Peter stared at him phone, too scared to confirm or deny anything.

"Y/n, what do you think, where does terminator fall under"

"Bucky's a cinnamon roll" You shrug while everyone paused and looked at each other in confusion.

"We're talking about this Bucky. This one sitting right there, the one with a grumpy staring problem, threw me off a roof, has a metal arm, this Bucky right here" Sam pointed to the solider who glared at him in response, causing him to bounce in his seat, "See?! Look! He wants to kill me right now!!"

Everyone was about to chime in until you look up to meet Bucky's eyes and then they see how Bucky transforms as when you're near by. That grumpy face of his melts off into the cutest puppy like expression.

"Look at his little nose" You shrug while Tony's face split into a shit eating grin watching Bucky's cheeks tint pink, "He's such a cinnamon roll!"

"Yeah, he's something' all right" Sam snickered while Bucky continued to blink at you, his heart beating faster. You thought he was a cinnamon roll? "Okay but you can agree he sometimes look like he could kill you"

"He's nothing but a cutie" You shook your head, cooing at Bucky, petting head as you walked by to get a glass of water. As soon as you were out of ear shot, everyone lost it, cackling and Aww'ing until the burnette gave them a glare that brought the room to silence once again. He trailed after you, ignoring the snickers that followed, butterflies in his tummy fluttering wildly when he found you once more.

He'd always be a cinnamon roll for you.

(Imagine everyone calls him a cinnamon roll after that and he actually doesn't hate it cause you're the one who gave him the name anyway and it always turns him into a blushing mess no matter who calls him that)

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Bounced Back - Jack Mcbain

Summary: After a messy, public breakup with F1 driver Lance Stroll, Y/n decides to hard launch her happiness.

Words: 633

The worst part about dating someone famous wasn’t the attention. It wasn’t the travel, the headlines, or the whispers on social media.

It was the way people kept talking after.

After the messy breakup, after the betrayal, after she walked away and refused to look back. People still couldn’t stop putting her name next to his.

Lance Stroll had been her first taste of the high-profile life. Flashy paddocks, yacht parties, and luxury hotel suites. But behind closed doors, there were cold silences, broken promises, and eventually the texts she wasn’t supposed to see.

He cheated. Repeatedly. Carelessly. With more girls she could count. And when she confronted him, all he said was, “You knew what this world was like.”

So she left.

No statement. No drama. Just quiet heartbreak and a vow to never let herself be treated like that again.

Almost a year later, she met Jack McBain.

Or maybe Jack found her.

It wasn’t love at first sight; it was quieter than that. Steady. He showed up when he said he would. Held her when the old wounds stung. Jack loved deeply and without ego, the kind of man who kissed her forehead before games and told her she was the strongest person he knew.

She had moved on.

But Lance hadn’t.

Even a year after the breakup, his name still popped up in her notifications not from him directly, but from interview clips, podcasts, even TikTok edits.

And then there was that clip.

It wasn’t even subtle.

A behind-the-scenes F1 video caught him scrolling on his phone, then turning to the camera. “Crazy how people downgrade after me,” he laughed. “But hey, good for her.”

It made her stomach turn.

She hadn’t wanted revenge. But now?

Now she wanted clarity.

She wanted the world to see what real love looked like.

So that evening, while Jack was back from morning skate and roaming their apartment with wet hair and sweatpants slung low on his hips, she pulled out her phone.

“Hey babe,” she called, already recording.

Jack turned toward her, smile lazy. “Yeah?”

“Just come here,” she said softly.

As the audio began to play. “Bounced back and found another and he hates you” - Jack stepped into the frame. He didn’t ask questions. Just wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and tucked his face into the crook of her neck.

“Was that... TikTok audio?” he mumbled into her skin, laughing softly.

Y/n didn’t answer. Just leaned into him, heart thudding. She caught the last shot: his hands resting protectively on her stomach, his lips brushing the side of her head, his presence grounding her like no one else ever had.

She posted it with no caption.

The video exploded.

@nhlfangirl: "Jack McBain? Hugging her like that? I’m sobbing." @f1gossipqueen: "Lance Stroll lost the plot and she bounced back with a HOCKEY PLAYER?? That’s on being iconic." @goals: "This man treats her like gold. And looks like it too."

Jack read a few of the comments and snorted. “Didn’t know I was starring in your revenge arc.”

She smirked. “You’re the plot twist.”

But later that night, as she lay curled against him under the soft glow of their bedroom lamp, Jack turned serious.

“I know what he did messed you up,” he said quietly. “And I know this video was more than just fun for you.”

She blinked at him, heart caught in her throat.

“I just want you to know,” he added, brushing her cheek, “you never have to prove anything again. You’re not someone’s ex. You’re not a headline. You’re mine. And I’m proud of you every single day.”

Y/n pressed her face into his chest to hide her tears. She finally, truly, felt loved.

Lance could keep talking.

But she wasn’t listening anymore.

[baby-yongbok]

Sunday

Dom!Hyunjin x Dom!Han x Sub!Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Pretty damn filthy 🌶️

Word Count: 4,688

Summary: Sunday can either be calm and relaxing or wild and fun. This weekend things take more of a spicy turn.

Warnings: Hyunsung action (mxm), unprotected sex (Wrap it up), dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, creampie, anal sex, hand jobs, double penetration, slight orgasm denial, rough sex, Slight on screen aftercare, pet names, Reader is called a slut or twice, Han is mostly referred to as Jisung or Ji, Hyunjin is called Hyune and Jin. (Sorry if I missed anything, 99% sure this is all)

A/N: With all of the content that's been coming out and seeing Hyunjin and Han be silly with each other I started thinking... The rest is history. How my brain took them being cute and silly and turned it into pure filth idk.. (Sorry if you find mistakes, I only read over it once.)

✨Masterlist✨

The nights in the house were either quiet or rowdy, no in-between. Hyunjin and Jisung were without a doubt the louder ones tonight, playing video games and ordering food seemed to be a common weekend pass time for the boys. With both of them working early mornings and late nights preparing for this year's last comeback they looked forward to their rare free weekends to binge YouTube videos and game to their heart's content. 

You usually spend the weekends differently. You often occupied your time by reading books, painting, baking, watching a show and sometimes you even joined the boys while they fought each other in whatever game they’ve chosen for the night. Tonight you decided to do something different, you sat in your shared bedroom scrolling on your phone, headphones in and the lights dim. It's been hours since you’ve seen the boys, three to be exact. After dinner they cleaned up, gave you a kiss and went right to the sitting room to play. Despite your lonesome you found yourself feeling content, what better way to spend your Sunday night than listening to naughty audios and scrolling down Tumblr?

"Babe?" The sound of Jisung’s voice breaking through the moaning of your audio startles you. You look up to find him leaning against the doorframe. "Why are you in the dark?"

Grinning a bit you lower the volume of the audio you’re listening to and sit up. You try your best not to make the horny flush of your cheeks too obvious. Jisung is super observant and will notice the smallest change no matter how hard you try to hide it. "It's not dark, I just dimmed the lights a bit. Besides, I thought you and Jinnie were pouring yourself into a duos match."

"He got a call from Chan and had to take it, something about a wardrobe change." Stalking towards you slowly, Jisung furrows his brows. "I thought I'd find you reading or dancing to music, not scrolling on your phone in the dark." 

You pull your lips into a thin line opting to stay silent rather than coming up with some ludicrous excuse. What are you going to say?  'I'm actually just listening to a porn audio and scrolling through some smut on Tumblr.' No. You’re not saying that. Not in a Million years. You can understand why he’s so confused though, you’re usually up and busy when the boys come to find you around the house. It’s unusual for you to be doing nothing.

A quizzical look dampens Jisung's features as he quickly grabs your phone, ripping your earbuds away from you. "Ji! Stop it."

What was supposed to be a playful initiation turned into something so much darker once his eyes landed on your screen. A gif of a girl being fingered was front and center, and to make matters worse the moaning blaring from your headphones added a bit of spice to the situation. 

Licking his lips and turning towards you, Jisung grins menacingly. "Is this why you're all alone here? You were being a slut?" 

The horny blush that you were trying to hide seconds ago deepens and your mouth goes dry as you wrack your brain for a response but none of them seem to want to leave your parted lips. "All you have to do is ask, you know I can never say no to you." Tossing your phone onto the mattress, Jisung swiftly grabs your ankles and pulls you down onto your back, he positions himself in between your legs. He parts your knees and pins them to the mattress, holding you in place for him. Your lounge outfit of panties and one of his T-shirts was perfect for the easy access that this situation required. 

"Look at this, you're soaking through your panties, dove." Running a single finger up and down your covered core, Jisung teases you slowly. You can’t help but to shiver each time the pad of his finger caresses your swollen clit. 

"Ji?" Hyunjin curiously makes his way to the room but stops dead in his tracks once he gets a glimpse of what's going on. "Without me?" 

"It seems that we have a very naughty girl here listening to porn while we’re away. What should we do with her?" 

Hyunjin’s eyes darken instantly, his gaze lands on your desperate one before trailing down your plush curves and stopping at your dripping core. If looks could kill you’d be fucking dead. The hungry look in Hyunjin’s eyes never fails to intimidate you in the most thrilling way possible. 

"Oh really?" He takes a couple of steps into the room, strolling towards the two of you at a torturous pace. “I think that we should play with her, if our angel wants to be naughty then who are we to stop her?”

Jisung watches as you attempt to press your thighs together at Hyunjin’s suggestion. He keeps them open, grinning up at you with dark eyes." Grab her phone, check out what she's been indulging in." Without a hint of hesitation Hyunjin walks closer and makes his way around the bed. He grabs your phone, unlocking it with ease since you all know each other's passwords.

"Ah, so our shy little slut wants to be fingered? Let me not stop you, Ji." Crawling onto the bed and over to you, Hyunjin instructs you to sit up so that he can position himself behind you. You settle between his legs and now Hyunjin has a perfect view of Jisung and your dripping core. Moving your panties to the side, Jisung teases your folds painfully slow. He dips his finger into your entrance, inching in at tiny intervals before pulling out completely. The hours of porn that you’ve both listened to and watched has proven to be more than enough foreplay based on how swollen you are. Even the feeling of the cool air hitting your core sends a shiver up your spine.

"She's soaked, Hyune." You tilt your head back to look at Hyunjin, he stares down at your blown pupils with interest and amusement. There’s nothing that he loves more than watching you be fucked out and desperate for the two of them. 

"Did you get wet thinking of us coming in here and doing everything that you were listening to? You wanted us to wreck you?" You nod your head sheepishly and Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at you "Speak up, angel. You know we love hearing your pretty voice."

"I was thinking about the two of you touching me." Hyunjin gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek before he snakes his hands down to your breast and kneads it harshly. 

"What did you imagine me doing?” He stares down at you expectantly, waiting patiently for you to reply. Your tongue feels dry and heavy in your mouth but you drag it across your lips anyway as you prepare to answer him.

“I imagined you fucking my pussy.” You can feel Hyunjin’s cock twitch beneath you as he pinches your nipple. You buck your hips as much as you can against Jisung's grip, grinding into nothing. 

“Yeah? What about Ji?”

“I imagined him fucking my ass.”

“Is your tight little hole ready for that? Do you need his fingers first?" Without hesitation you nod your head. Your mouth is agape as you wait for their next move, eager to take all that they’ll give you. Hyunjin looks over to Jisung as he toys with your breast through your shirt, Jisung’s lip is sunken into his bottom lip as his eyes flick back and forth between your dripping core and Hyunjin’s hands. They exchange glances and you gasp as Jisung suddenly sinks his finger into your heat. Your eyes roll back and a whimper escapes you as you grind into his touch. Jisung curls his finger inside you as he picks up the pace a bit. Your pussy gushes around his fingers as Hyunjin hikes up your shirt to reveal your full breast and hard nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, smirking a bit when you groan at the sensitivity.  

"We wanna hear you louder baby, don't be shy." You allow your jaw to hang open at his request, letting out a deep and loud moan. You arch your back into Hyunjin, turning your face so that your cheek is pressing against the bulge in his shorts. "She's being so obedient today. She must’ve really worked herself up.”

Hyunjin lifts your head for a second so that he can free his aching cock from the confines of his shorts. Your attention shifts once you feel the warmth of him against your cheek. You open your mouth instinctively, craving the weight of him on your tongue.

"Let’s see if she can keep being this good." Jisung presses your legs into the mattress before moving both of his hands away. “Stay still, Jagi.”

You mumble out a small ‘okay’ and seconds later you feel the warmth of Jisung's mouth on your pussy. He adds another finger to your stretched hole as he laps at your clit like a starved man. Louder moans and pants escape you but you’re quickly silenced by the length of Hyunjin’s cock breaching your parted lips. You lick over to soft skin earning a light groan from the man above you. He watches with furrowed eyes as you struggle to take his length down your throat. Your tongue swirls around his tip, collecting his leaking arousal and letting it run down your chin, you know just how he likes it, messy and wet. 

“Fuck, angel, is Ji making you feel good?” Hyunjin looks down at your other partner as he works his tongue over your pussy, he bites his lip as they make eye contact, a low moan leaving the both of you. 

"So good, I’m so close." Hyunjin and Jisung exchange silent signals once again and before you know it all of the pleasure that you were previously feeling is ripped away from you. You whimper at the loss of contact, pulling away from Hyunjin's dick once Jisung pulls away from your core.

"I don’t remember giving her permission to cum. I don’t think you did either, did you Jin?" Jisung asks with a cocky grin as he licks the taste of you off of his lips and unties his sweatpants strings. 

"I didn’t, were you going to cum, princess? Without our permission?" 

“N-no I wasn’t I promise. I’m still being so good for you, promise.” You whine as you sit up, looking between the two of them. Hyunjin lazily strokes his cock, spreading your slick spit over the tip and sighing at the sensation. Jisung, stands from the end of the bed, circling around to be closer to the both of you. He starts to strip himself of his sweatpants, as his eyes flicker between yours and Hyunjin’s. 

“Why don’t you get on your knees and show us how good you can be, yeah? After that we’ll see if you can cum.” You take a deep breath, your whole body trembling as you crawl off of the bed and get down on your knees, you look up at them with pleading fucked out eyes and they can’t help but to smirk at each other at the sight. 

“So good for us.” Jisung steps out of the pooled fabric of his sweatpants and you open your mouth at the sight of his cock.  Hyunjin has a longer dick than Jisung but he beats Hyunjin when it comes to girth, either way they're both a mouth full, taking their pretty cocks down your throat has become somewhat of an addiction for you. You find yourself staying up late and waiting for them just to have a taste and help rid them of their pent up stress. “Go ahead, baby.”

Jisung stares down at you with a gaze full of lust and adoration as you lean forward to take his length down your throat. He moans as you start to move your head back and forth, your tongue flickers against the head of his cock and he throws his head back in pure bliss as you swallow around him. You look up at him with watery doe eyes as you deep throat him, choking a bit. 

"Look at you take that cock so well." Hyunjin compliments as he stands next to Jisung, looking down at you with a pleased smirk. He grabs a handful of your hair and starts to control your movements, slowing down and speeding up in a rhythm that Jisung seems to enjoy. 

"Fuck." He breathed out as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, you choke around him again, tears running down your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his length. 

Once he’s satisfied Hyunjin lets go of your hair and turns his attention to his boyfriend whose eyebrows are knitted together as he pants from the intense pleasure.  He runs his hand up the back of his neck and tangles his fingers in his hair, snapping Jisung back to reality. He opens his eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s lips. A desperate twin growl erupts from their throats as they taste each other. A moan vibrates from your throat as you watch intently, enjoying the show as you bring a hand to Han’s cock to stroke what you can’t take down your mouth. Your boyfriend seems to copy you, he reaches over towards Hyunjin’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking slowly. Hyunjin breaks the kiss at the new sensation, moaning loudly and looking down to the source of pleasure.

"Get Jinnie’s dick wet, baby." You pull back from Jisung’s cock slowly, releasing it with a dramatic ‘pop’ that the boy's smile at.

“Having fun?” Jisung asks and you smile up at both of them and shake your head. 

The smile on Hyunjin’s face is quickly transformed when he feels the warmth of your mouth. A deep groan escapes him as take his entire length down your throat and swallow around him, you bob your head slowly, adjusting the pace to his preference. Jisung likes when you suck him off fast and choke around him while Hyunjin likes when you take your time. 

“Oh angel, that fucking throat is a dream.” 

Once Hyunjin starts to adjust to the euphoric feeling that you’re providing he reaches over to stroke Jisung’s cock using the spit that's left behind from your mouth. "Fuck, Hyune you know you're good at that."

“Kiss me, Ji.” He quickly complies, leaning over and attaching their lips in a heated kiss while Jisung's hand rests on the back of your head encouraging you to take all of your boyfriend's cock. Hyunjin moans into Jisung's mouth when you swallow around him again. Han presses against your head slightly, holding you in place and plugging your throat with Hyunjin’s dick, tears run down your face as you feel your cheeks begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. He finally lets up when you gag around his cock, you pull back, taking a deep breath and filling your burning lungs with oxygen. Spit drips down your chin as you pant with your tongue out like an eager puppy. Jisung suddenly breaks the kiss and squats down next to you gripping Hyunjin’s cock in his hand.

"Suck him off with me." Jisung's focuses his gaze on the man above him as he opens his mouth and sucks on the tip of Hyunjin’s member. He teases him slightly, taking him into his mouth inch by inch before bobbing his head. He made sure to leave enough room for you to suck and lick Hyunjin’s balls, something that made the man weak every time without fail. 

"Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum." You both look up at Hyunjin, your twin fucked out pupils twinkling with lust and desire as your tongues run over his most sensitive spots. He nearly loses it at the sight, he's a sucker for good head and eye contact and you both know it. "Touch yourselves while you suck me off."

You moan in response, Jisung's hand instantly reaches over to rub your clit and follow his action, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him at a steady pace. Your shared moans filling the room nearly mimicked a medieval choir, each the noises erupting from your throats displayed their own pitch of pleasure, you each fed off of each other's energy, pushing and pulling as you pleased. Jisung takes his boyfriend's cock down his throat one more time before releasing it, mimicking the ‘pop’ that you did earlier and earning a faint chuckle from you. He gives your ass a firm slap before standing.

"What do you say we fuck this pretty girl, yeah?" They both look down at you tantalizingly before Hyunjin gently pulls you up by your hair. "You wanna be filled, angel?" 

"Yes please, I want to feel you both." With a groan of a  response Hyunjin takes a step back and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds his hand out towards you, inviting you to straddle his waist. You excitedly climb onto him, attaching your lips immediately and melting into a sweet kiss as you both wait for Han. Just as you two start to get more into your make-out Jisung comes up behind you and kneads the plush of your waist and ass softly. 

“Ready?” You whimper out a small ‘yes’ against Hyunjin’s lips before you start kissing him again. With your word Jisung smears a glob of warm lube onto your asshole, he circles your second entrance lightly as he preps you. He slides his pointer finger into your puckered hole slowly, your greedy hole allows his finger to glide in with ease. He thrusts into you a few times before adding another finger and fucking you a bit deeper and rougher. Moans vibrate through you as you pull away from the kiss, You throw your head back as you grind into his fingers, rubbing your sopping cunt against the length of Hyunjin’s cock in the process. He moans along with you as he takes in the view of your beautifully contorted face above him. 

"I think this ass is ready for my cock." Jisung states before slapping your right ass cheek firmly, you yelp at the sensation and he smoothly rubs the sting away. "Do you agree, Jagi?" 

"Yeah yeah, I’m so ready." They take your fucked out response as their queue to position themselves. Jisung rubs the head of his cock at the entrance of your asshole before slowly pushing in. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream at the stretch of him. He pushes in slowly to allow you time to adjust to the feeling. It doesn’t take him long to bottom out, your hole is always so ready to swallow his cock.  

“J-ji you’re so b-big” You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your comment. He sighs at how tight you are around him, trying his best to keep his hips still. 

“Hyune, please get inside of her. She’s impossibly tight.” Hyunjin acts quickly at Jisung’s request, sliding into your dripping cunt easily with the help of the various forms of slick. You all moan in tandem at the tight squeeze, you can’t help but to clench around them making it even more difficult for the boy’s to control themselves. 

"Fuck, I can feel you inside of her, Hyune" 

"I can feel you too, this pussy is squeezing me so good." You all stay still for a bit, getting used to the cock warming before you start to fuck. You all know that this’ll end quickly but the longer that you can last the better. It’s usually you who ends up cumming first and if you’re being honest you can see that being the case today too. Once you’re all adjusted to the tight squeeze they start to move in sync. 

“Holy Shit, she’s fucking creaming on us. You feel that good, baby?” You’re way too fucked out to give Jisung an actual answer. You nod the best you can before leaning forward and resting your head in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck giving him a front row seat to the pornographic moans falling from your lips. 

“Of course she feels good.” Hyunjin grunts as he bottoms out inside of you at the same time as Jisung. The boys moan in unison at the feeling of their cocks dragging along your walls together. “You know our princess loves to be stuffed full of us.”

“You like how full our cocks make you feel?” Jisung reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair, he yanks your head back a lot rougher than you expected. The harsh sting makes your holes clench, milking a moan from the both of them. “How about we fuck you like a slut, huh?”

Han snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back into your head. When Hyunjin matches his action your jaw hangs open and your tongue lulls out of your mouth. There are so many sounds trying to escape from you but you’ll have to settle with a silent scream for now. They fuck up into you at an animalistic pace, rocking you against Hyunjin's pelvis and stimulating your clit in the process. You can’t even find it in you to move anymore, you’re simply a cock sleeve existing for their please at this point.

“Aw, she gave up.” Jisung lets go of your hair with a cocky chuckle, You let your head fall and rest against Hyunjin's chest as you cry out for them.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, I wanna cum on your cocks. Please please please. Fuck.” Hyunjin can’t help but to bite his lip at your desperate babbling. It was only a matter of time before you fell apart. 

“I think our angel earned an orgasm. Don’t you, Ji?”

“She’s been so fucking good, so fucking tight, so perfect. I think she earned it.” Jisung throws his head back as your walls start to vigorously contract around them.

"Go ahead, princess" Hyunjin prompts through gritted teeth. 

“Cum for us.” Jisung groans and you let go for them immediately. You can’t help but to scream at the over stimulation as they both continue to fuck into your trembling walls. Just as your first orgasm starts to subside you feel another one forming deep in your belly.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, again. I-i’m gonna cum again.” Hyunjin wraps his hands around your throat, pressing gently at the sides and using your neck as leverage to pound into you. Whimpers fall from you as you near the edge of completion once again, it isn’t long before similar sounds start to fall from your boyfriend's lips.  

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna bust, Ji.”

“Me too, me fucking too.”

"Cum with us, angel." They both began to twitch inside of you more and more as their orgasms rushed to the forefront. “Make a fucking mess, come on.” Hyunjin grunts as his thrusts become more sloppy. 

 You contract around them over and over, trying your best to milk orgasms out of all of you. “Baby, baby, baby. If you keep doing that I’m gonna - Gonna fucking -”

“I’m cumming.” Jisung is cut off by Hyunjin's deep moan as he spills thick ropes of cum inside of you. Whines fall from his lips at the feeling of the overstimulation. Hyunjin never likes to pull out until both him and Jisung have finished, he’ll fuck you for another thirty minutes just waiting for him too cum too.  “My god, Ji- Jisung, I can feel you. Please cum for us, fuck.” 

Hyunjin’s pleading seems to throw you and your boyfriend over the edge at the same time. Han grabs your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh as he pulls you against him. The warm feeling of his seed flooding you mixed with Hyunjin’s moaning and whining has you trembling between them as streams of arousal squirt from your swollen cunt. The warm arousal pools at Hyunjin’s pelvis and runs down his hips creating a puddle beneath him.

Jisung hunches over leaning against your back for support as he comes down from his high. Panting fills the room as the smell of sex and sweat swirls through the air.

 "Fucking hell." Hyunjin groans out followed by a short chuckle, you smile against his chest and you can feel Jisung doing the same against your back. 

"Everyone okay?" You hum out a dazed yes and Hyunjin does the same.

“You okay, Sungie?” You slur and he hums out a yes as he lifts his head from your back.

He’s the first to make a move since he’s behind you. He slides out of you slowly and you can’t help but to moan at the sensitivity. Jisung winces once he’s free from your hole, he strokes his softening cock slowly as he watches his seed leak out of your gaping hole. You reach back and spread your cheeks for him, giving him the perfect view.

“Goddamn.” He hisses as he stuffs his cum back into you with two fingers. “You’re gonna make me hard again if you don’t stop it.”

You chuckle as you sit up, grinding down a bit into Hyunjin and earning a sharp hiss from him. He grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place with his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Angel, please wait a second. Just a second.” You nod, making sure to keep yourself as still as possible. 

Your plan fails when Jisung comes up behind you, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck and whispering into your ear. "You did amazing, baby.”

“Jisung so help me god.”

“What?

“You’re making her pussy squeeze me. She’s literally filled with my cum she’s so tight that I could bust just from breathing.” You chuckle a bit but you’re quickly stopped when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the tender flesh of your sides. “Fuck it, go ahead, get off.”

You climb off of your sensitive boyfriend at a moderate speed, not too fast and not too slow, but that doesn’t seem to help him much from the way that he curses under his breath. Though he’s sensitive he doesn’t let that stop him from sitting up on his elbows to watch his cum drip from your cunt. 

“Lemme see, angel. Spread your pussy for me.” You lean back, hooking your legs over your arms and spreading your pussy lips to give him a clear view. “So fucking hot, princess. Such a beautiful site.” 

The two take a second to calm down, panting softly until their breathing evens out. Once they’re calm enough they both search for their pants and start to get dressed. 

"I'll get the wet cloth." Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair and stretches his neck before starting to head out of the room.

"I'll get drinks and snacks." Jisung ties his sweatpants strings before turning to following Hyunjin

"I'll get -" You’re cut off by playful yet warning looks from your boyfriends.

"You'll do nothing but wait for us to get back and think of what movie you wanna watch" Jisung smiles as you nod at him.

“Relax okay? We’ll be right back.”

"You were a good fuck today, Ji." Hyunjin comments before turning into the bathroom.  Jisung leans on the bathroom door frame as his boyfriend soaks the cloth in warm  water and grabs some baby wipes.

"Yeah?  Thanks, I've actually been dying to have you in my mouth all day." 

"I'll return the favor later, probably once she’s sleeping." Hyunjin rings the cloth out and grabs the wipes before making his way over to Jisung. He leans in and catches Han’s lips with his quickly, giving him a sweet peck.

"Speaking of, we better hurry before she knocks out." Jisung turns to make his way towards the kitchen and grab your favorite aftercare refreshments.

“Oh she’s already gone, I just know it.”

[sqrclouds]

puzzle piece. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing. hirota riki x smaller fem reader

synopsis. you’re stressed out because of remote work and maki makes you feel better <3

wc. .6k

warnings. reader is called “princess”, “my girl”

completely self indulgent… sorry guys. lost the plot somewhere too idk

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

you and maki had been dating for quite some time now, but there was one thing he could never get out of his head: how tiny you were. and you could tell how protective he was of you.

he always had a hand resting on you. preferably the small of your back or resting on your waist, but anything would do for him. he’s even put his hand in your back pocket before because he saw it in a romance film you like.

even though he found your size adorable, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. you, of course, felt the same about him. you weren’t helpless by any means, but he was your protector.

currently, you’re sat on your bed doing some work on your laptop. you’re in one of maki’s hoodies and some lounge shorts. maki’s scrolling on his phone. you assume by the audio that he’s on tik tok.

you let out a groan from your frustrations. “you okay, princess?” maki asks after turning off his phone. how cute.

“just frustrated. i don’t want to work anymore” you whine. “why don’t you take a break?” maki asks, already picking you up to place you in his lap.

you fit perfectly within him and you can’t help but let out a content sigh. he places his hands on your thighs and begins massaging them. you notice how large his arms look compared to you and it makes you smile lightly.

“so perfect for me. so small…” he smiles at you, his dimples visible. you cup his cheek and kiss one of his dimples. “i love you the most” you whisper to him. he smiles the biggest you’ve seen before, “i love you more than anything”.

he moves his hands to wrap around your torso and you both sit there for some time in a comfortable silence. “did you want me to run you a bath? maybe that’ll make you feel better” he asks, his mind only on making you less frustrated.

“sure, i guess that’ll help” you say after thinking for a moment. maybe a warm bath would make you forget about the worry creeping in your mind.

without another word, maki turns to the bathroom connected to your room. he runs a bath with extra bubbles and he lights your favorite vanilla candle. you sit and watch in awe as you realize he’s the most attentive and caring person you’ve ever met.

moments later, he emerges from the bathroom, “there you go, princess. all ready for you”. you give him a chaste kiss as you pass him on the way to the bathroom. “thank you, maki. seriously” you tell him.

once you’re in the bath, you’re able to relax a little. the warm candle calms you down as the water and bubbles engulf you. you lie there for about twenty minutes until you crave your boyfriend’s touch again.

getting out after cleaning yourself, you dress yourself in a fresh set of clothes that maki grabbed for you. you peak out towards your bed to find him lying down with his phone in hand.

as soon as he notices you, his lips form a smile. “there’s my girl. are you feeling better?” he asks genuinely. “mhm. didn’t realize how much i needed it until i was in there,” you comment.

he pats the side of the bed in which you normally sleep on. you accept the invitation, laying down on your stomach with your leg propped up on his torso. he puts an arm on your thigh, while the other one acts as a pillow for your head.

you fit into him just like a missing puzzle piece, and at this moment you know he’s your soulmate. the piece you needed in your life, and you didn’t realize exactly how empty you felt until you met him.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲*

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → 18+, NSFW / Smut!! Unprotected sex, Crotchless lingerie, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Soft dom! Tom, Overstimulation, Praise kink, Birthday sex

Summary → It's Tom's birthday, and of course you have something special for him.

Tom’s family had gone all out this year.

His mum, ever the queen of the kitchen, had baked that chocolate cake, the one with layers so thick and rich it could knock a grown man out. There were streamers taped to the ceiling in a way only mum-decorating could get away with, and somehow, the entire house buzzed with the kind of warmth that only the Hollands could radiate.

Paddy had declared himself the DJ for the night, blasting a chaotic mix of old-school hits and random TikTok audios through an ancient speaker that crackled every time someone turned the volume past 60%.

Meanwhile, Harry and Sam had spent weeks planning an adorable-slash-horrifying slideshow of baby Tom photos. It was a masterpiece of toothless grins, bad haircuts, and one particularly cursed shot of him sobbing in a Spider-Man onesie.

Tom turned beet red and kept muttering “you lot are the worst” while everyone cackled, including you.

But the real moment?

That was when you handed him his gift.

You’d been quiet about it all week, brushing off his questions and giving vague answers like, “It’s not a big deal” which was obviously code for it’s a huge deal, just wait.

So when he unwrapped that slim velvet box and found the vintage Omega watch—sleek, elegant, and something he'd casually mentioned wanting a year ago—his breath actually hitched.

“No way…” he whispered, fingers trembling slightly as he picked it up.

“You remembered this?”

“Of course I did,” you said softly. “You said it reminded you of your granddad’s. I thought… maybe you’d want to wear it on special days.”

There was a pause. One of those thick, full-hearted ones where his eyes glazed just a bit too much for someone not about to get misty.

He looked at you like you’d just personally rewritten the stars for him.

“You already got me the best gift just by being here, you know that?”

“Well,” you smirked, tilting your head, “lucky for you, I’m still full of surprises.”

Everyone clapped and cheered, the night rolled on, and Tom didn’t catch the way your lips curled just a little wickedly as you sipped from your glass.

But he would.

Ohhh, he absolutely would.

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Hours later, the flat was quiet.

Warm. Dimly lit by the string of fairy lights you’d hung around the ceiling earlier, soft gold that made the place glow like a dream. After all the noise and love and chaos at the Holland house, this felt like the perfect exhale. Just you and Tom, finally alone.

You could hear the bathroom door click open. Tom stepped out, towel riding low on his hips, curls wet and clinging to his forehead. Steam still drifted from his shoulders as he padded barefoot across the floor, fresh from the shower and looking like every sinful summer fantasy rolled into one exhausted, happy boy.

“You comin’ to bed, love?” He called, voice already thick with the beginnings of sleep as he collapsed onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh.

“In a minute,” you replied from inside the closet, your voice calm and careful. “Just… don’t fall asleep, okay?”

“Mmm,” he hummed distractedly, already flopped back against the pillows. His thumbs tapped lazily at his phone screen, scrolling through birthday texts and group chat chaos from Harry and Sam.

He didn’t see the door creak open again.

Didn’t see you step out.

You stood bathed in the gentle glow of the fairy lights, the quiet hum of the flat cradling the moment.

The lingerie you wore had been hidden away for weeks, saved for tonight, black lace and sinful intent woven into every inch. The sheer cups barely hiding your nipples, delicate straps framing your chest like a work of art. Thin straps hugged your waist and hips, leading down to where the true surprise waited.

A string of white pearls lay perfectly nestled in the crotchless opening, pressed right against your bare folds. Each pearl sat flush against your sensitive skin, cool and firm, lined in a single teasing strand that promised nothing but trouble. A tiny satin bow rested just above, a final deceptive touch of sweetness over something utterly filthy.

You looked like a sin wrapped in lace and pearl.

And when Tom looked up from the bed and saw you, his breath left his body like it’d been punched out.

You tilted your head, your voice low and sweet. “Happy birthday, Tommy.”

Tom’s mouth parted, but no sound came out at first. Then.....“F-fucking hell…”

He sat up so fast the towel nearly dropped. His eyes raked over every inch of you like he couldn’t decide where to look first. Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You took your time crossing the room, letting your hips sway, your smile just a little wicked. His breath quickened with every step you took.

“Told you I had one more surprise,” you teased.

Tom’s voice was practically a whimper. “This… this is illegal. I think you’re trying to kill me.”

You climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. His hands flew to your waist, eager, but you caught them mid-motion and pinned them gently against the sheets.

“Nope,” you whispered, eyes glittering. “Birthday boys don’t work on their big day. They receive.”

He let out a strangled groan, his head falling back against the pillows, curls sticking to his forehead.

“God, I love you,” he breathed.

You leaned in close, brushing your lips against the corner of his mouth without giving him a real kiss. “I know,” you murmured. “Now lie back, birthday boy… and don’t even think about moving.”

You grinned as you hovered above him, settling on his lap with a slow grind of your hips. The way his breath hitched made you feel like a goddess. He was already hard beneath you, the thin towel between you barely a barrier at all.

“Look at you,” you murmured, trailing your fingertips down his chest, stopping just above where the towel hung low. “So obedient. I might make this last all night.”

Tom’s eyes followed your hands like they were magnetic. “Yeah?” He rasped. “You think you’re in charge now, birthday present girl? ”

You smirked. “Obviously. You’re not allowed to move, remember?”

He groaned, deep and low, like it physically hurt him to stay still. But he kept his hands where you’d pinned them, letting you kiss down his chest, letting you tease him with feather-light touches. You pressed your thighs tighter around his hips, shifting slightly so the pearls dragged across your clit. A soft gasp escaped you.

Tom heard it.

And that sound flipped a switch in him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered. “But if I go out… I’m going out on top.”

Before you could blink, Tom surged up. In one fluid move, he flipped you onto your back, hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head.

Your mouth parted in surprise, but your moan betrayed you.

“Tom—”

He kissed you hard, swallowing your gasp. “Shh. Thought you were in charge, love?” He murmured against your lips, breath hot. “That was cute.”

You squirmed under him, the pearls shifting against your core, driving you crazy. “I was trying to spoil you.”

“You are.” He dipped lower, trailing kisses down your neck. “By letting me unwrap you exactly how I want.”

Tom’s fingers ghosted over the pearls between your legs, then pressed them firmly against your clit. You whimpered, hips bucking. The cool beads rubbed right against your swollen nerves, and he grinned as he felt you twitch beneath him.

“Sensitive already?” He teased. “God, you wore this just to come undone for me, didn’t you?”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken moan.

He leaned in, voice rough in your ear. “Say it.”

“I… I wanted to surprise you—”

Tom pressed harder. “Say it right.”

“I wanted you to fuck me in this,” you gasped. “I wanted to come for you.”

That earned you a growl, low and satisfied. “Good girl.”

He tugged the pearls aside, finally exposing you, then kissed his way down your body. “Keep those pretty hands where they are,” he warned, breath hot against your thigh. “And don’t come until I say.”

Then his mouth was on you.

Hot, wet, devouring. His tongue circled your clit, slow and teasing, before flicking right where you needed it. His fingers gripped your thighs, spreading you open, and when the pearls shifted again, it added a delicious drag that had your whole body trembling.

You arched up into him, crying out his name, but he didn’t let up.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, mouth slick with you. “Could stay down here all night.”

You were panting, desperate, the pressure coiling fast. “Tom—please—”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

And when you finally shattered with a gasp and a sob, he didn’t let you come down gently. His mouth kept moving, lips sucking your clit, tongue relentless. The overstimulation made you thrash, but he pinned you in place like a man possessed.

“Too much?” He asked, licking you slow and soft now.

You nodded weakly. “Too good.”

He looked up at you with the cockiest smile you’d ever seen. “Then we’re just getting started.”

You were still shaking, legs splayed open and glistening, the pearls tangled just off to the side. Tom kissed his way back up your body, soft and unhurried, leaving tiny trails of warmth in his wake.

“Look at you,” he whispered, brushing hair off your damp forehead. “All flushed and fucked out already. And I haven’t even gotten my real present yet.”

You blinked up at him, dazed, lips parted. “That… that wasn’t it?”

He smiled. Soft. Dangerous.

“No, baby. That was just my appetizer.”

His mouth met yours again, slow and sensual, like he was trying to imprint himself on your soul. His tongue moved lazily with yours, coaxing little whimpers out of you while his hand slid down your stomach, slow, deliberate.

You flinched when his fingers found your center again.

Still sensitive. Still soaked.

But that didn’t stop him.

“Ohh, baby,” he cooed, voice low and velvety. “Still so wet. You came so hard for me, didn’t you?”

Your head nodded instinctively, and he grinned. “Let’s see if I can make you cry this time.”

He slipped one finger inside you, then two. Thick, slow strokes, curling perfectly against your walls. His thumb brushed your clit just barely, enough to make your back arch. The mix of pleasure and overstimulation was intense, but you were drunk on it. On him.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already,” he muttered, watching your face closely, pupils blown wide. “Feels like your body’s just made for me.”

Every slow thrust of his fingers built the tension again, this time hotter, deeper. He never looked away, his free hand cupping your cheek while he worked you open with the other, praising you with every moan that slipped past your lips.

“You’re doing so good, darling. Taking everything I give you, yeah?”

“Tom, I— I’m gonna—”

“Good. Come for me again, love. Let me feel it.”

And you did. Harder this time.

Your body clenched around his fingers like a vice, a broken sob of his name escaping as you came for the second time. He didn’t stop until your thighs trembled and tears welled at the corners of your eyes.

Only then did he kiss your forehead, whispering, “You okay, love?”

You nodded weakly, the aftershocks still pulsing through you. “I need you inside me.”

He groaned at that, actually groaned, and kissed you again, gentler this time, like you were made of glass.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured as he slid the towel off and lined himself up. “I’ve got you.”

He pushed in slowly.

So slowly.

Stretching you inch by inch, letting you feel all of him. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes never leaving your face as he bottomed out with a long, shaky breath.

“Oh my God, baby,” he gasped. “You feel— fuck—you feel unreal.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. He filled you completely, perfectly, and when he started to move, it was with that same infuriating slowness that made you want to cry and kiss him at the same time.

Long, deep thrusts. Just enough friction to make you burn. His hips rolled against yours like a dance, and the whole time, he was talking to you. Loving you.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against your skin. “So good for me. You take me so well.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, desperate to pull him closer. He kissed you deeply, then trailed down to your neck, your collarbone, your chest—kissing the tops of your breasts, then mouthing around the lace until he found that sensitive skin beneath.

“You dressed up so pretty for me,” he said, licking a slow stripe over your nipple. “Gonna make sure you feel loved for every second of it.”

Every thrust was deliberate. Every word was praise.

You didn’t even realize you were crying again until he kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“I love you,” you whispered.

His hips stuttered. Then he kissed you like the words cracked him open.

“I love you too, darling. So damn much.”

He sped up just a little, chasing his own high now, but never rough, never losing that rhythm that made your body sing. His thrusts stayed deep and controlled, hips rolling against yours like slow waves, the perfect drag of friction inside you. Every time he bottomed out, your breath hitched. Every time his pelvis nudged your clit, your body twitched with need.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Come for me, sweetheart. One more. Just one more.”

You were already so close, overstimulated and sensitive, but his voice, his body, the way he looked at you like you were sacred, it pushed you right to the edge.

Then his thumb found your clit again. Gentle. Precise.

“Come with me,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me feel you fall apart on me, baby. Want to feel you cum while I’m inside you.”

That was it.

Your body tensed, spine arching as the orgasm ripped through you. This one hit like a wave, deeper, fuller, with a cry of his name you couldn’t have held back if you tried. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing, milking him through every aftershock.

That sent him over.

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he groaned, deep, guttural, his hands tightening on your hips like you’d just ruined him. He buried his face in your neck, his body trembling as he finally let go, spilling inside you with one last broken gasp.

“F—fuck. That’s it. That’s my girl…”

He didn’t move right away.

Just held you there, bodies tangled and sticky, his breathing ragged against your skin while your heartbeats slowly synced.

“Still alive?” You teased, breathless.

“Barely,” he muttered, brushing kisses along your shoulder. “I think you might’ve broken me.”

You smiled, curling into his arms. “Happy birthday, Tommy.”

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[sserpente]

Te Curo

Gortash is dead. Your ally. Your partner in crime. Your lover. Stricken by grief, you seek to speak to the only man who has ever made your cold heart beat just one last time and cast Speak with the Dead on him to say your farewell. Only you aren’t greeted by Gortash’s charming voice but the Black Lord’s himself, ensuring his Chosen suffers for his failure. The pain becomes too much, the anger overwhelming, the agony blinding until something inside you…snaps. You can’t let him have him, you won’t. Luckily, you know just the spell to spite Bane and bring Gortash back to you…

A/N: No because I wish we could pull a Revivify on him.

Words: 2018 Warnings: death and resurrection, Durge!Reader (albeit pretty vague)

“Gortash is dead. But you’ve made me undying,” the fresh corpse spoke with a foreign voice. Its eyes and mouth glowed, drawing you in, stoking the fire of your blinding anger.

“No…no…NO! I won’t let you have him! No!”

Somewhere behind you, somebody called your name. Gale? Astarion? Shadowheart? You couldn’t tell. The voice was an audio-visual blur as if someone had filled your ears with cotton.

“Give him back! You can’t have him! Give. Him. Back!” Grabbing Gortash’s collar, you yanked his dead body against you in a desperate attempt to shake his soul back into him as the green glow faded. Nothing happened.

Anguish as hot as daggers summoned from the deepest pits of the hells buried themselves deep in your stomach, had you curl up. You had survived a tadpole infection, the fury of a devil, even torture; and yet, nothing compared to the pain you suffered now. It was a fist, a black fist perhaps, crushing and twisting your heart in your chest, making you choke and gasp for air. It’s not fair. Give him back. Give him back. Give him back!

You said it, over and over again, while your companions watched, hesitation washing over their exhausted faces.

“Shadowheart. Revive him. Do it. Do it now. Right now!”

The Sharran took a step back, hands raised in defence. “This…this is Gortash we’re talking about. I hate to say it but it’s probably for the best. Do you truly think he would not have betrayed us? We need to press on.”

She’s right, the Emperor added in your head. You clenched your fist, gritted your teeth and clutched your head. I’m sorry for your loss but we have no time to waste.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Your screams were hysterical, maniacal even. But here, inside the Astral Prism, you couldn’t care less. “Astarion…I need my bag. Where is my bag?”

“Bag? I don’t know where your bag is, darling.” He too took a step back at that.

Your chest was heaving, your face stained with tears and grief like you’d never experienced before. Enver Gortash belonged by your side. Enver was…is…the only person you ever loved. No one had the right to take him away from you. No one.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the vampire slip a small bag behind his back. A subtle action you would have rolled your eyes at under any other circumstances. This time, however, you were out for blood.

You let go of Gortash’s corpse with reluctance and rose to your feet. A single shove was all it took to make Astarion lose his balance. He caught himself the very moment you snatched your bag from him with a growl and then turned back around to face your dead lover.

“What is wrong with you?” Shadowheart exclaimed. You ignored her, kneeling down in the rubble as you rummaged through your bag to find the one most valuable item you had stolen from a merchant.

“I won’t let him have you. Come back to me. Come back…”

Gale spoke your name, interrupting your new-found mantra. “This is madness. Shadowheart is right, we can’t afford to stop now.”

“Then go! Leave! No one is asking you to stay,” you spat through gritted teeth, right as your hand closed around the scroll of Revivify. Pulling it out, you tossed your bag to the side and centred yourself. You took a deep breath and eventually, uttered the incantation. “Te curo!”

With your palm pressed against Gortash’s chest and your eyes shut, you willed the magic to flow from the scroll into you and subsequently, into him. For a long, agonising second, nothing happened. Then, with a start, Gortash gasped for air and sat up, coughing as if he’d died drowning. One by one, the burst veins in his brain and on his face healed and faded, his eyes returning to their original colour.

You didn’t breathe. Didn’t think. All you were capable of doing was throwing yourself into his arms before he could mutter a single word.

“What…happened?” His voice was raspier than usual, deeper too. You held him an arm’s length away from you, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“G-Gortash? Is it you?”

“Of course it’s me, who else would it be?” Relieved, you rested your forehead against his. It was only then, it seemed, that the memories of what had gone down at the Morphic Pool returned to him. He paled, his lips pressed together to a thin line.

Determination rippled through him, you could feel the energy, searing hot and angry. And yet, for the first time, there was something else. You’d seen it for the first time when the Netherstones failed, right before the Emperor had pulled you all out. It was fear.

Fear of what was to come. Fear of the consequences of his actions. You took your hand in his and squeezed, the pain of the warm metal of his rings digging into your palms a welcome distraction.

“Let’s go,” you whispered. “We have an Elder Brain to destroy.”

The silence within the sparsely decorated hostel room was pregnant, heavy and thick. You’d woken up with your ears ringing from the battle the day before, the hasty escape after and lastly, the most furious and yet most tender love-making so eager and raw you were still tangled up in your sheets now.

Warm rays of sunlight crept through the windows, their beams illuminating the wooden floor. The other side of the bed was cold, empty. Gortash must have been up already. You scoffed. He’d always been an early bird and oh, he was particular about how he wanted his coffee to be prepared. You’d happily make it for him every day from here on out. He was alive. And you’d come so close to losing him that you were willing to kiss his boots to keep him content. Give up everything you had just to be with him. Fuck. So this was what love felt like.

The fight wasn’t over yet, of course. After the Nautiloids attacked and the githyanki soared through the skies, realisation spread among the Baldurians, especially the Flaming Fist. The realisation that their beloved archduke Lord Enver Gortash must have had a hand in the making of the Absolute, that they had been led on and deceived. But not all hope was lost. He’d survived doubters and assassination attempts before. Elder Ravenguard was dead, after all. He’d reclaim the throne of Baldur’s Gate, and return it to a state of glory. You both would. Patience was a virtue. Gortash knew that better than anyone.

“Enver.” You rarely used his first name. He didn’t want you to. His first name, he’d told you once, reminded him of his parents and the horrors they’d inflicted on him for being different and eventually, for enslaving him to a devil. Right now, however, it felt right.

He had his back turned to you when you climbed out of bed and threw on your laced underdress, facing the open door leading out to the small balcony. He was dressed already, too. Something was missing though.

His long coat was a mess. Ruined. The golden ornaments once adorning the fine leather, Banite symbols, had been ripped off and laid scattered on the floorboards. It had left ugly, irreparable holes in the material. Was that blood on the sleeve? He must have cut himself on the sharp ends while tearing them off. One last, unwilling sacrifice for the Black Lord.

“You mean to turn your back on him.” It wasn’t a question, for it didn’t need an answer.

“Bane hadbecome my purpose long before I escaped from the House of Hope. He whispered in my ear, promised me glory and recognition. I had nothing else, no one else. Bane’s determination was what kept me alive. I gave my life to his cause. And he discarded mine because I failed him. I always believed…” He paused and for a moment you wondered whether he was battling…tears? “I always believed I was strong enough. That, should I die in my attempt to lay Baldur’s Gate at the Black Lord’s feet, I would gladly receive my punishment.” He paused yet again. “I remember. I remember the agony and the pain I endured at his hand before I was resurrected. I feared Bane in life as was my duty and I feared him even more in death. I did everything he asked me to do. I was loyal. More than that…I was devoted. I deserve better than an eternity of suffering.”

A single nod. A single nod was all it had taken for your relief to take hold. When you’d stood on top of the hideous Elder Brain, the Emperor channelling the power of the Netherstones to bring the crown back under control…victory would have been temporary, even with the temptation scouring your veins.

There were other ways to rule. Ways that did not come with the looming threat of turning into an Illithid slave. The brain had to die. It was the only way. You’d feared his reaction, feared the rejection that would follow. It didn’t come. Instead…he’d nodded and surprised you in ways you’d never thought possible.

“I’m the one keeping you alive now,” you finally said. “You don’t need Bane. You never needed him to begin with.”

Gortash turned around at last, the faintest hint of surprise marking his ragged features. There were no tears staining his face, his eyes, however, were bloodshot and tired. The events of last night had taken a toll on him. On everyone. But especially on him who’d cheated death.

“I turned my back on the Lord of Murder himself and lived to tell the tale. You survived an eternity of suffering at the hands of the Black Lord. Together, we will be unstoppable,” you continued.

“I only survived because you brought me back, my dear. I am…weak on my own. Powerless without Bane’s power flowing through my veins.” In other words, because of his failure, he now felt the same way he had felt back in the House of Hope. Defenceless. Meagre. Insignificant. But…he had no reason to.

You tilted your head. Never before had you heard your lover speak such candid and insecure words. Ever since that fateful event inside the Astral Prism, something between you had changed. It was one thing to form an alliance in an attempt to rule over the Sword Coast together…it was another to bring back your beloved from the grave.

“Powerless? Weak?” You smirked. “May I remind you who convinced the Flaming Fist to keep out the many refugees seeking entrance into the city? May I remind you who enslaved an entire people to build an army of Steel Watchers for him? Who gained the nobles’ and patrons’ trust simply by whispering sweet lies into their ears? You have a gift, Enver. You are cunning, manipulative, shrewd and an artificer like I’ve never seen one. You never needed Bane to exercise your dominance and your tyranny. Bane needed you to exercise his. And…” You motioned at the bustling Rivingtonians beneath you. “…look at them now. You could have the people’s favour still. Until we’re ready, we’ll operate from the shadows.”

“Together.” The corners of his lips twitched. You nodded. “In which case I’d like to visit my office at Wyrm’s Rock if it still stands. The engagement ring I had made for you is in my safe.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening. “E-Engagement ring?”

“Did you think we were going to rule over Baldur’s Gate as friends?” he said, his tone almost mocking.

You shook your head, a dumb grin spreading on your face. “Enver Gortash, I love you.”

His face fell, almost as if he’d never heard anyone utter those words to him before. Well, it was a first for you to say it to someone too.

“We’ll make the trip today. I will have you wed to me before nightfall.”

You smiled. It was his way of reciprocating it. For now, that was good enough for you.

[o-sachi]

Shidou Ryusei ‧₊˚ ⋅ Relationship Heacanons + Mini Scenario

ଳ character; shidou ryusei (blue lock) ଳ tags; sfw, gn reader, no y/n

— Slow burn? What’s that? Neither of you know the concept of it because once you found each other… there was just absolutely no letting go. I mean, you have to be the rarest catch ever to be able to match the freak of Shidou Ryusei. Everything between you happens fast.

— Fast as it is, he’ll never let you forget how much he loves you. He’s so aggressive with his loving too (good luck; you’ll need it). Frenzied kisses, hugs that squeeze the life outta you, and all the weirdly sweet compliments are some of the things you can expect from him.

— Not much of a surprise, but the love language that he likes to give and receive would be physical touch. And we know he’s freaky as hell, but the touches don’t always have to be sexual. In fact, he looooves it when you pat his head and massage his scalp. It’s literally the only time when he’s calm and quiet.

— He never takes you out on dates and you don’t complain. Well, he doesn’t take you out on the TYPICAL kinds of dates. Neither of you like dinner dates or movie nights; they’re too boring. You’d much rather go get takeout at 2 AM and eat it in the parking lot. If it’s not spontaneous, then it has to be something that leaves both of you out of breath—laser tag, amusement parks, and paintball to name a few.

— Despite being on the same wavelength, you still fight quite a lot. However, it’s never so serious that you start shouting and hurting each other emotionally. Actually… most of your quarrels are super childish. The last thing you fought about was whether or not Gege should bring Gojo back. Spoiler alert: he’s a Gojo hater.

— I can totally imagine him watching anime with you. He’s lowkey a weeb, trust. It’s actually one of the more calm moments you have with him. That is, if you consider him reacting to every little thing happening to be calm. Best believe he’s shouting at the screen at the most hype moments of the show. He Naruto runs unironically btw.

— He’s… shockingly the possessive type? Like I can imagine that it took him forever to find someone like you, so the prospect of losing you to someone else pisses him the fuck off. He won’t try to hide it too. He’ll still be all sweet with you, but when you look away—whoever tried to poach you will be facing his wrath.

— People are convinced the two of you can communicate telepathically. You can just give each other a look and you both already know what it means. Soooo many inside jokes that if someone else heard the two of you talk, they’d give you a weird look.

— People wouldn’t usually invite Shidou out, unless you would be tagging along. With you around, Shidou isn’t much of a menace. The two of you become the fun couple that livens up the gathering. In short, y’all some crazy fun.

ᯓ Dancing scenario

It was one of those lazy Sundays that the two of you would spend hanging out in your bedroom. It was unusually quiet as both of you were busy scrolling through your phones. A different audio blaring from each of your devices while you scrolled through several Tiktoks.

"Ryu, look at this one," you say, thrusting the phone into his face. "Let's do this dance."

It was one of the simpler dances you found. Everything else was too complicated for the both of you to do in synchrony. You gave him some time to watch it twice and he grins.

The way he hurriedly got off the bed was enough to let you know that he was up for it. You followed suit, preparing your phone to record the two of you dancing like idiots.

Shidou was already practicing on the side. "Heh, this is easy!" But, alas, he was doing it horribly wrong as he always did.

Finally getting the phone ready, you smirk at his silly attempt at the dance and approach him. "You got it all wrong!"

Of course, he insists that he was doing it flawlessly. But you still show him how to do it. About 15 minutes have passed before he became decent at the moves. It's not like you wanted perfection—the mediocrity of your moves makes it funnier anyway. But at the very least, you wanted him to be able to resemble the dance.

"Alright, alright, just hit the record button already. Don't be so fussy. I dance better than you do!"

You playfully glare at him. "Yeah, whatever you say."

Once the phone started recording, you hurriedly went to your place beside him. The music starts and you were able to hit the first few moves. But as you neared the end, Shidou did a different move.

"See? Who messed up first?"

He doesn't own up to it, of course. Shidou, instead, demands for a 2nd take...

then another...

then one more...

then another take...

then, you finally couldn't take it anymore because how is it possible that the more you do it—the more mistakes the both of you do? In the last take, unfortunately, you were the one who messed up.

He gave you that look and you already knew he was going to rub it in your face.

"Hah! Told you I'm the better dancer."

Oh... he did not just say that.

Without another thought, you pounced on him like a wild animal. He should be thankful that your bed caught him, otherwise he wouldn't be attending football practice tomorrow.

You were a self-proclaimed jiu-jitsu fighter when it came to playfighting with him. Well, you don't know the moves or even the name of the moves—but the point is that you have to make him tap out no matter what.

To some extent, this was your little way of showing cuteness aggression—more so the aggression part. Sometimes he just gets on your nerves and this is the only thing that appeases you.

The two of you roll around on the bed, trying to gain leverage over the other. At some point, both of you almost fell off the bed. But he caught the both of you fast enough and flung you back to the other side of the bed.

As he recovered from that, you slipped him into a chokehold. It was a light one, of course. It wasn't like you wanted him to actually pass out.

"What? Gonna tap out?"

He smirks back at your cocky expression and taps your thigh to let you know he was throwing in the towel. He gave up without much of a fight, but that was his own way of letting you know how whipped he is for you.

Shidou might not be good with words, but you fall for his actions nonetheless.

You smile triumphantly at him. "Guess that makes me the better fighter huh?"

A devilish grin stretches across his dark expression

"I demand a round 2."

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twenty-six — this isn’t us

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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Sukuna didn’t sleep a wink all night. Maybe it was the lack of comfort, the fact that he had to lie on a sleeping bag on the ground beside Mahito tossing form or the way Aoi kept managing to place his foot in his face. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the whole night, an endless chain of events that had startled his system beyond belief. Maybe it was because Naoya kept waking up every few hours, scrolling through his TikTok with the speakers on full volume before drifting back to sleep with the “Nasty” audio still playing on a loop.

Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t spoken to you after everything that happened. How you’d pushed him away after everyone had regrouped in the living room, saying you just needed some space. How you’d sat cross-legged in front of the fire for a good half hour, ignoring everyone until you decided to get up and go to bed.

It doesn’t matter what caused his bout of sleeplessness. All he knows is that he’s at the table now, everyone chatting away around him as they eat their breakfast, and you’re nowhere to be found.

There’s a palpable tension in the room. While everyone was either plastered or tipsy when everything went down last night, they have a general sense of what happened. No one has spoken about it around Sukuna, but he suspects that the occasional whispering out of his supposed earshot involves a great deal of talk about it all.

Maki and Nobara have been mostly keeping to themselves. Nobara’s more receptive to people coming up and offering her food, exchanging smalltalk about the weather, if they plan on skiing later; Maki not so much.

Sukuna can tell that something has shifted between Satoru and Kimi with the way they keep each other at arm’s length, the former basically attaching himself to Suguru and the latter spending more time with Utahime and Kento. They’re both keeping up relatively normal facades, but Sukuka can see through them. Something has definitely changed.

Everyone’s clearing breakfast away when you finally step out of the room where most of the girls slept last night. The expression on your face is completely blank. It’s like your physical body is here but your mind is elsewhere. You barely register when Nobara offers you the plate she set aside for you earlier.

“Are you gonna hit the slopes with us later?” Utahime asks, a gentle smile on her face as she approaches you.

You’re picking at your pancakes when you shake your head. “I don’t feel too good,” you tell her. “I think I’ll just hang back. You have fun though.”

The tone of your voice kills Sukuna. You sound like you’re reading off a script, the words leaving your mouth in a monotone drawl. It’s so unlike you, so different from your usual jaunt, the way you normally speak like your tongue is bouncing with each word.

“Okay,” Utahime says. She pulls you in for a quick little side hug. “If you change your mind though.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

When most of them clear out to go get ready to ski, Sukuna finds it in himself to get up from his place and make his way over to you. You don’t react when he pulls a chair up, the legs screeching as he drags it across the floor. You don’t even look at him when he sits down and awkwardly arranges himself in the seat.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “You sleep alright?”

You let your fork scrape against your plate. “No,” you tell him. “You?”

“Not at all.”

You hum.

Sukuna can’t bear this, this distance between the two of you, the way you won’t even look at him. You’ve had rough patches before, pieces of time when you didn’t speak after some petty fight or other, but nothing like this. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know how to deal with the fallout of this kind of situation. It’s never happened before.

“Can we talk?” he asks—although it sounds more like he’s pleading than anything.

He watches as you gnaw your lower lip. You stop poking at your food. You shake your head. “I don’t think—”

“Please,” he says. “We don’t even have to talk about our shit. We can deal with that later. I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

You sigh. “Sukuna,” you say softly. “I don’t want to—”

“Let me be your best friend right now.” His voice is desperate. He’ll take anything at this point. Anything. If you’d only let him in, if you’d just stop putting this wall between the two of you. “Just let me be here for you. This isn’t us. We don’t act all cold with each other, we talk. We always talk.”

“Sukuna,” you say, harder now.

“Just talk to me,” he says, taking your hand in his. “Don’t push me out, don’t—”

“Sukuna!” You pull your hand away, eyes finally meeting his. He looks so hurt, so disappointed. All you can think is, This is your fault. You’ve broken your best friend. The one good thing in your life, and you’re pushing him out.

You’re doing what you always do. What you suspect you always will.

“You should go with them,” you tell him.

He shakes his head, adamant. “I don’t want to. I want to be with you.”

Part of you wants him to stay. You want him to hold you like he always does when things in your life are in shambles. You want him to be there for you. You want to accept all the comfort he’s offering you. All the familiarity that comes with him, all the love you’ve grown accustomed to.

But there’s another part of you that clings to the thoughts of last night. The whole mess of your life laid out before you, each piece carefully polished and displayed for you to see. A whole load of baggage that you don’t think you have the strength to hoist onto his lap, to let him deal with.

And then there’s the quiet voice in the back of your head, not your own. An afterthought. A misunderstanding, you’re sure, barely even relevant in the grand scheme of things, but a lingering doubt nonetheless.

Satoru’s voice whispers in the corner of your mind.

“He cheated on you.”

You still don’t know what that means.

You know that if you let Sukuna in, you’re going to have to ask him about it. You’re going to have to find out whatever it is that Satoru is supposedly lording over your best friend. And you don’t know if you’re ready to hear his answer.

As much as you know Sukuna and you know how much he cares about you, how much people misconstrue his actions, his intentions, who he really is—you’re starting to think that you don’t really know anything right now. Everything that happened last night was a direct cause of you not seeing the whole picture, taking things at face value.

Maybe you were wrong about Sukuna.

Maybe everyone was right.

Maybe he really was a bad idea all along.

“Go with them,” you say weakly. “I need time to think.”

“I don’t need time,” he tells you, placing his hands on the table as he leans towards you. “We already took too much time getting here. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to talk.”

He seems so sincere, so sure of everything. Could he be lying? Has he been lying all along?

You inch away from him and look back down at your plate. “I can’t,” you tell him. “Please. Just give me this. I promise we’ll talk later.”

“When?”

“When I’m ready.”

“And when will that be?”

“Sukuna—”

“Stop saying my name like that,” he says, nose wrinkling in disgust.

You frown. “Like what?”

“Like I’m some asshole stranger that you don’t know, that doesn’t know you,” he says. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Don’t think for a minute that any of that’s changed.”

That pulls you out of your thoughts, even by just a little. Still, there’s a nagging feeling in your chest. One that knows that nothing can happen between the two of you until you finish what you started last night. Until you deal with Satoru.

You reach your hand over and place it on top of his. “Later,” you say. “I promise.”

He looks at you for a moment, studies the furrow of your brow, the downturn of your lip. Then, hesitantly, he nods. “Okay,” he says. “If you promise.”

“I do,” you tell him, offering a weak smile. “I just need a minute to catch my breath. We’ll talk as soon as I’m ready, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. “We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

You squeeze his hand. “Thank you.”

You wave at them through the window as they gather outside the house, some excitedly prancing around, some rolling their eyes at the excited prancing, some—mainly Sukuna and Maki—looking like they would rather be anywhere but there.

When they’re gone, you walk away from the window and press your back against the wall. You slide down onto the floor and feel a weight descend on you. The weight of everything. The confusion, the helplessness, the despair of the previous day sinking into your bones.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You pull it out, blink at the contact name on your screen, and answer the call.

“Mom? Is everything okay?”

“I’m getting out of here,” you hear her speak on the other line. There’s a lot of noise wherever she is. Things being thrown, being pulled, being pushed together.

You straighten up. “What?” you say. “What happened?”

She huffs. “I can’t live with him anymore. He’s a fucking asshole!” The last part is yelled, not to you but to someone else. “Are you at your apartment?”

“No,” you tell her. “I’m on a trip with friends. Mom, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she says. “I’ve just had enough. You were right. He’s never going to change.”

“Dad?”

“Who else would I be talking about?” You hear her sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m going to stay with your aunt for a few days. When does your trip end?”

“Tomorrow,” you answer. “Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically, no,” she says. “I’m fine. Go enjoy the rest of your trip, I’ll head to your place when you come back. We’ll talk then.”

You furrow your brows. “Sure,” you say. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, baby,” she tells you. “I just wanted you to let you know what’s happening. I’ll see you soon.”

She hangs up before you can ask her again if everything is okay. If she needs your help.

You put your phone down and stare at it as the screen goes black again.

Great. Another thing you have to worry about.

“Oh.”

You look up and find Satoru standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise.

“I didn’t know you were here,” he says. “I thought you went with them.”

You shake your head. “I don’t trust myself to ski right now,” you tell him. “If I fell, I probably wouldn’t have the strength to get up.”

He lets out a soft chuckle at that. “I get what you mean.” He makes a few cautious steps towards you, then looks at the spot beside you. “Mind if I sit?”

You shrug. “Go ahead.”

He crouches down, grunting as he plops himself onto the carpet. “Remind me to never climb up the roof again.”

“Why’d you go up to the roof?”

“Hide and seek,” he answers like it’s so obvious. “You gotta do what you gotta do to win, you know.”

“To be fair, I’d say that I won the game last night.”

“Only ‘cause you cheated.”

“I did not cheat.”

“You were literally unreachable!” he says. “Kento had to find a crowbar to get you out!”

You smile. “Haven’t you heard? You gotta do what you gotta do to win.”

The two of you laugh, and it feels nice. It’s a good reprieve after everything. It isn’t much but it’s enough to not make you feel as shitty as you’ve been feeling.

Satoru leans back and nudges your shoulder with his.

“I’m sorry for all the yelling last night,” he says. “And for what I said.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t cool, man,” you say. “But it’s okay. You were upset. It was… a lot to take in.”

He nods. “I still shouldn’t have done that.”

“There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t have done,” you tell him quietly. “I’m really sorry, you know.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

You turn to him when you feel him shuffle, finding him reaching into his pocket for something. He pauses, like he’s considering his next actions very carefully, then he pulls the thing out of his pants and places it on the sliver of space between the two of you.

“Here,” he says. “That’s yours.”

You stare at the small box. It’s a dark blue velvet, in stark contrast to the white of the carpet. You frown. “What is that?”

He pushes it closer to you. “Open it.”

You glance at him, then at the box, then at him, then back at the box. Slowly, you pick the thing up. It’s light, so light you’d think there was nothing inside. It sits in the palm of your hand for a moment before you carefully pry it open.

The ring sits in the middle. A simple one, a silver band and a diamond set in the middle. It’s not the kind of ring that calls attention to itself, but you’d notice it on anyone’s finger. You couldn’t not look at it.

“Satoru, what is this?”

You look at him and find him staring at the ring. He swallows and lets his shoulders drop.

“Your ring,” he tells you softly. “It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it. I know I probably should’ve asked you about it—I read that’s what you’re supposed to do because girls can get really particular about their rings—but I saw that one and I knew I had to get it. It just felt right.”

Your mouth goes dry as you look back at the box you’re holding. “You bought me a ring?”

“I would’ve bought you a hundred if that’s what you wanted.”

You gape at him. “You bought me a ring.”

He looks at you, eyes all soft and gentle. “That’s what you’re supposed to do before you get married, right?”

“Satoru, why…” You can’t seem to find the right words. Your mind has drawn a complete blank.

“I know you don’t believe me, and you have every right to feel that way, but I really did love you,” he says. “I still do if I’m being honest.”

You don’t know what to think right now. You don’t know what to do. All you know is that there’s a ring in your hand and an ache in your chest and the boy who you’d always believed to be the love of your life sitting right beside you.

“You were it for me,” he tells you. “I won’t lie, I’ve loved people in the past, but not as much as I love you. What we had was real to me, it always will be.”

You stare at the box. The diamond glints in the light. “Oh.”

[bgomtori]

☆ popipo! - c.sb

synopsis - you and soobin are your school's most favourite couple, everywhere you go, people hope and that they'll experience what you guys have

-> reserved! soobin x bubbly! reader

-> okokoklalala dynamic based off see you again by tyler the creator! and that one japanese tiktok audio here! .

-> some parts inspired by the c drama, when i fly towards you ^^

-> sunshine x sunshine protecter :" , established relationship

-> note! toothrotting fluff, soobin being absolutely smitten to the reader, everyone jealous of your rs,

you were awoken by the loud banging on your room door instead of your alarm, even if they were just as annoying, you'd much rather be waken up by your alarm. your mum suddenly barged into your room, standing by the door, you felt yourself jump in pure shock.

"hurry up, your boyfriend is here to pick you up from school." you felt your energy levels surging up as soon as your mum told you that. you quickly grabbed your phone and left to the bathroom to get ready.

you were done in the matter of seconds, you wanted to see your boyfriend as soon as possible, you grabbed your bag went towards your kitchen to get something to drink. you shouted bye to your mum from across the living room before heading out. you immediately saw you perfect, tall, and just amazing boyfriend standing near the pathway, one side of his earbud plugged in as he scrolled on his phone, waiting for you. you brisked up your pace and decided to scare him.

"boo!" you exclaimed, jumping and clinging onto his body. you felt soobin stiffen at the contact but once he realised that it was you, he relaxed and patted your head.

"morning." he greeted, his large hands grabbing yours, intertwining them together. your smile grew larger as you started talking about how you started your morning and the tiring things you had to do the night before. soobin replied to your ranting occassionally, it may seem like he wasn't listening but he was memorising every detail you said. you knew that he wasn't good with talking, thus whenever he hummed in response or replied with just a few words, you knew that he was trying for you.

once you arrived at school, soobin followed you around as you said hi to your friends. you were quite popular due to your bubbly and talkative nature, some may be confused on how you found interest in soobin, but you two still made it work. almost everyone in school loved your dynamic, however of course there were some people who were jealous and were projecting their insecurities on the both of you, but who cares! you won by pulling soobin and that was all that mattered.

"the usual place later?" you asked soobin, pulling the earbud he placed in your ear earlier out and returning it to him.

"yea, i'll buy you your favourite." soobin answered while rolling up his earphones up to keep them. you immediately beamed, kissing his cheek before leaving to your classroom, greeting your classmates while on the way to your desk. you waved at soobin again through the window while he slowly made his way to his own class.

you were dead asleep on your table, you were out for at least half the lessons. furthermore, the class was math, so you basically didn't know what was happening once the class ended. the bell rung, signalling that it was finally lunch time. you sprung up from your seat, saying a quick see you later to your classmate before sprinting off to your boyfriend's class.

you were about to step into soobin's class, but noticed that his teacher was still explaining the homework to the class, not ending his lesson yet. you hid yourself behind the wall, praying that no one saw. soobin noticed your pressence and tilted his head towards the backdoor of his classroom, smiling to himself.

"what you smiling over." yeonjun, his seatmate, teased, nudging his shoulder with a stupid grin on his face. soobin rolled his eyes, continuing to pay attention to the teacher, who seemed to be in love with the homework she was giving out.

after a while, soobin's class was done, as soon as you saw the teacher step out of the class. you immediately made your way into the classroom and placed 2 onigiri's on soobin's table. soobin looked at you with a shocked expression, he told you that he was going to buy you your favourite, why did you buy onigiris? you could read soobin's facial expression extremely well at the point, so you placed your hands on you hip, confidently stating,

"since you're working so hard in your classes and my tutor sessions with you in english, i think you deserve a treat! let's just stay here and enjoy." you smiled at him, pulling out yeonjun's seat to sit beside your boyfriend. soobin's lips turned upwards subtly as he sat down beside you, unwrapping the onigiri. however, there was this group of girls sitting infront that were side eyeing you and soobin, you could feel their intense stares and annoyed looks. you decided to ignore them, and continued to doodle on soobin's notes, telling him how your day was so far.

"she's so loud and annoying, jeez."

"soobin should have chosen someone better. like you."

"i know right, what's so good about her anyways? she's literally in the lower tier class of our cohort."

despite whispering, you could hear their comments loud and clear, how ironic, guess they weren't so quiet after all. they even walked out of the classroom giving you nasty looks. your smile faltered, silently munching on your onigiri. soobin couldn't help but notice your silence, and looked at you with concern, you were so happy just a few minutes ago, why were you suddenly so gloomy and quiet? he didn't like that.

"what's wrong?.." soobin asked, his eyes filled with worry. you smiled at him brightly, helping him push up his thickly rimmed glasses.

"nothing! just thinking about something soob, continue with your homework." you replied as if nothing happened, proceeding to draw on soobin's arms this time.

"there's 5 more minutes till class is over, i think i'll go now." you said, getting up from your seat, wanting to leave the class. soobin wanted to walk you back to your class, yet you pushed his body back down onto his seat, his hands gripping onto your waist since he almost fell out of his seat because of how you accidentally shoved him back down onto his seat.

"nuh uh, i'm fine walking myself love. i'll see you after school yea?" you reassured, leaning into leave a kiss on his forehead. you squished his cheek before walking out of the class in hurry, many thoughts rushing into your mind. much to your disappointment, you bumped into the group of girls who was talking shit about you.

"oh, you're here. where's your boyfriend?" one of them snickered.

"he didn't want to walk to back to your trash class? boohoo." another one mocked, wiping her eyes as if she was crying.

"why not project your insecurities somewhere else. maybe reflect on yourself and think, why can't you get have a boyfriend yourself!" you replied with the fakest smile on your face, you patted one of their shoulders, flipping them off before skipping towards your class. even though you confidently stood up for yourself, you were still overthinking about whether you were too loud, too annoying for soobin. you were zoning in and out during lessons, occupied by your own thoughts.

today your lessons ended later than you thought, you were one of the last people to walk out of class this time. you were staring at your phone as you felt yourself bump into someone, you apologised, looking up to face the person, only to find out that soobin was standing infront of you. you darted your eyes around the hallway, avoiding his confused gaze.

"something on your mind?" soobin asked, his words filled with concern and worry. you shrugged it off, smiling at him reassuringly, linking your arms together as you dragged him towards the busstop. soobin knew that there was something on your mind due to how on and off your energy was. he felt helpless, he wanted to help you, but he wasn't a person of words. when he saw you happily stride your way towards the window seat on the bus, he can't help but admire how you still maintained your cheerfulness despite the things you were going through.

"woah, the sky looks nice today." your eyes sparkled, looking at the fluffy cotton like clouds. soobin leaned over your shoulder, trying to cloud gaze with you through the window. you felt your face grow warm, nervously glancing at soobin's flawless skin and side profile from time to time. you noticed how his thumb drew circles around yours when you were holding hands. even if you guys were together for just a few month, you still harboured a huge crush on him, you just felt comforted by just by his presence alone.

you hopped out of the bus, grabbing soobin's hand as soon as he got out of the bus. you felt giddy, as if all your problems faded away from the mere touch of your boyfriend. you finally arrived at your doorstep, you pouted since you didn't spend as much time as you wanted with your boyfriend. you were about to turn around to walk towards your house, but was pulled back by soobin suddenly engulfing you into a hug, his large hands cupping your face, squishing your cheeks. you tilted your head in confusion.

"you know.. you can tell me anything that's bothering you." soobin's eyebrows scrunched up when he saw your face drop.

"was i that obvious.." you looked down, guilty for trying to bottle up your feelings to the one person you swore that you trusted with all your life. soobin nodded his head, you sighed, hands gripping onto soobin's uniform tightly.

"when i was with you in your class just now.. i heard some girls say that i was loud and obnoxious, and how i should be grateful you even chose me to be your partner." you mumbled the words out quickly, feeling slight embarrassment after admitting something so minor. soobin looked at you with saddened eyes, his mind was still searching for the right words to tell you.

"you were never annoying to me yn.. you're perfect for me. i love it when you act like yourself, don't change yourself because of what some stupidly jealous girls say about you-" you felt yourself gulp in shock, soobin was comforting you with words, and not actions, you felt butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach, "if anything i feel like you're too good for me, you always do things for me, and i really appreciate that, you make me feel special, for the first time ever in my life." soobin admitted, the tips of his ears turning red as he licked his dry lips from saying so much.

you felt yourself internally melt at each and every word he uttered out, "I DON'T DESERVE YOU SOOB." you exclaimed, hugging him tighter than usual. soobin smiled to himself as you nuzzled yourself into his chest, you looked up at him, kissing his cheek is sheer happiness. soobin felt more confident than usual, tilting your head up to face him. he leaned in to lock his lips with your, your eyes widened at the sudden contact, slowly melting into his lips, you fell in love all over again. your arms snaked around soobin's neck, while his grip on your hip slowly tightened. you pulled away, literally about to faint, soobin licked his lip, still tasting the strawberry flavoured lipgloss you wore everytime.

"my first kiss." you whispered out loud, still not over what just happened a few minutes ago. you grinned from ear to ear, leaving a peck on soobin's lips before running away into the comfort of your home, waving at him through your window as well. as soon as you plopped yourself on your bed, you screamed in the pillow, giggling and kicking your feet in pure joy and giddiness.

soobs :D : you taste like strawberries.

yn ♡ : SHUTUPP

yn ♡ : i hate you, you're so cute.

soobs :D : pft, i love you too :)