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cupcakeinat0r · 1 year ago

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Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation.

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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cameronsbabydoll · 1 month ago

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do you think topper or kelce ever make fun/ talk shit abt pup to rafe when she’s in the bathroom or swimming? im sure rafe would be fucking pissed

-🐾

topper, smirking as you run off in your little frilly bikini:

“bro… does she ever shut up?”

“swear to god she asked me if dogs could wear sunglasses last time.”

“she’s like a toddler with tits.”

kelce, picking at a chip:

“she tried to feed me a goldfish cracker like i was in kindergarten.”

“don’t get me wrong, she’s cute, but she’s like… embarrassingly into you. it’s weird, man.”

rafe’s reaction?

he doesn’t laugh with them. he doesn’t even smirk. his jaw tightens, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and he leans forward real slow like he’s gonna say something low and cutting — because he is.

“say one more fucking word about her. i dare you.”

#🐾 anon #puppy!reader ♡

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heartsaturn · 7 months ago

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“i feel so high school , every time i look at you” - lh43

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: reader decides to surprise luke by singing a song that she wrote about him at her concert in michigan

warnings: suggestive comment (?? not really but kind of), intended lowercase, takes place during the offseason, not proofread cus i don’f have the time for that

a/n: so i cut some parts of the song that repeated out because i didn’t want to make the fic too long, this probably sucks so i’m sorry about that

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“good evening detroit!” you exclaim into your microphone after the opening act of your concert. things were moving smoothly and everything was set in place for you to surprise your boyfriend. the deafening cheers of the crowd are chanted right back at you and they are the only thing you are able to focus on.

“are we having a good night so far?” you ask. again, the crowd responds positively by screaming back in reply. despite being on tour for a few shows now, you will never be able to get over the amazing aura of every crowd. every single night feels like a fever dream and you are so happy to be living in it. this is truly the life that you have been dreaming of.

“so, we are at the point in the show where i usually play acoustic songs with my guitar, however, i have a little something special planned for you all tonight,” you announce to the crowd as the thunder of their voices does not stop, but increases.

meanwhile, luke is confused. you usually like to run things by him or tell him about changes that you want to make in your shows and music. he isn’t offended by the change. still, he is wondering if he might have done something wrong. luke’s puzzled expression must be obvious because jack and quinn seem to have caught on to the fact that luke has no idea what is happening. luke’s brothers decided to tag along when luke mentioned that he would be going to your concert tonight. they know you quite well now and went because they wanted to support you. mostly to poke fun at their younger brother though. quinn catches on to what is happening first. he notices luke’s uncertain expression and puts the pieces together that you are either mad at him or surprising him. quinn assumes and hopes that it is the latter.

“as a lot of you probably know, my lovely boyfriend went to college in michigan,” you start to explain. luke then starts to realize what is happening and immediately feels excitement course through his veins. he has never had someone make such an amazing gesture of love for him before, so the feeling is new and very welcome.

“and i wanted to display my love for luke. so, this is my new song called so high school which is out right now,” you say abruptly, making everyone in the stadium go completely insane. the lights shine bright at your face as you begin to sing.

i feel so high school every time i look at you

it is one of you and luke’s rarely shared days off. usually, when these days occur, you guys plan a date or do something special with each other. this time you just decided to relax and be in each other’s company. you and luke have yet to get out of bed, despite waking up thirty minutes ago.

‘i love you,” luke says softly before gently kissing your forehead.

“i love you too, luke,” you reply, a warm smile peeking through on your tired face, “this feels so natural. us, i mean. i know it may sound cheesy, but i feel so stupidly in love with you. it’s like puppy love,” you say with a small laugh at your own cheesiness.

“that is definitely cheesy, but cute. and i feel the same way by the way,” luke says in reply, joining your soft laughter. moments like these are short-lived but they are some of your favorite moments with luke. the purity and authenticity of the words being shared just feels perfect.

and i wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

“please stop staring at my brother and just go up to him,” jack says, taking you out of your trance. you had been looking at luke for an embarrassingly long time apparently. if it was long enough for jack to notice, it was too long.

“mind your business,” you mutter, becoming slightly embarrassed at the fact that you had been caught staring at your boyfriend by his brother.

“i don’t understand why you’re not just going up to him. you’re literally dating him,” jack says.

“i’m admiring from afar,” you reply. your words make jack visibly cringe and then walk away. he says something about going to get a drink, but it was clearly an excuse to get away from your lovesick stares at his brother.

suddenly, you and luke make eye contact. luke sees you and a smile smile spreads across his face. and then a smile on your own face. neither of you go up to the other though, choosing to just stand and stare instead. the small interaction ends because luke is pulled into another conversation in a matter of seconds. one thing shown is that your love for this boy is undeniable.

and in a blink of a crinkling eye

i'm sinking, our fingers entwined

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

i'll drink what you think, and I'm high

from smoking your jokes all damn night

the brink of a wrinkle in time

bittersweet sixteen suddenly

date nights are always amazing. especially when you are dating your favorite person. you and luke decided to have a date night. neither of you wanted to plan anything too fancy so you both agreed on stargazing. it’s a cliche date but it never fails to be romantic.

“you know, i’ve loved you since the moment i saw you,” luke chimes up randomly.

“oh really?” you say with a small chuckle.

“yeah, i thought you were the prettiest person i’d ever seen since the moment i laid my eyes on you. i still think that to this day,” luke says. he is getting sleepy and the grogginess in his voice proves that. luke isn’t usually so romantic. sure, he has always been romantic with his gestures, which prove that he loves you and will do romantic things for you. he just doesn’t usually say things so romantic. luke is a man of many words, he likes to talk. but it’s rare that uses his words to properly convey the emotions that he is feeling, simply because he is a slightly awkward person.

so, luke’s words pleasantly surprise you.

“you really think that?” you ask softly, your heart practically melting at the sweetness of your boyfriend in the pale moonlight.

“of course i do,” luke replies, as if his words were the most nonchalant thing ever.

this is when you found out that luke liked you for way longer than you thought he did.

i'm watching american pie with you on a saturday night

your friends are around, so be quiet

i'm trying to stifle my sighs

'cause I feel so high school every time I look at you

but look at you

a lot of the time, the new jersey devils don’t have enough time to hang out as a group. there is a party every once in a while, but other than that, hangouts are pretty seldom.

somehow, a lot of the team was available one night and the wags were able to organize a movie and game night with the players and their partners. it wasn’t anything big but it was what was able to be done.

luke isn’t very fond of his current situation. he loves his teammates and he loves spending time with them. he just loves his girlfriend more. all he wanted was some alone time with his girlfriend, especially because you both have very busy schedules. but luke is now stuck on the couch of one of his teammates’ living rooms next to his girlfriend, forced to be quiet while watching a movie that he can't remember the name of.

“do you know what’s happening? i haven’t really been paying attention,” luke whispers to you after he decides that he’s had enough of pretending to be invested in the movie.

“me neither,” you say, letting out a small laugh that sounds more like a huff.

“i’m bored,” luke speaks once more.

“don’t you want to spend time with your teammates?”

“this is barely spending time with them. no one is even interacting,”

“at least we’re all together,”

“i want to be together with my girlfriend,” luke whispers in a whiny tone. at that, he notices the death glares from some people around him who are actually watching the movie and decides to shut his mouth. you can’t help but giggle at the slightly flustered look on luke’s face after he realizes that people could here him.

you two ended up disrupting the movie night, but at least it was more enjoyable that way. well, for you and luke it was.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

it's just a game, but really

i'm bettin' on all three for us two

get my car door, isn't that sweet?

then pull me to the back seat

no one's ever had me, not like you

“you know the game marry, kiss, or kill?” you ask luke randomly while laying on his chest.

“yeah..?” luke answers, confused by the randomness of your question.

“would you marry, kiss, or kill me?” you ask. the question seems silly but the look on your face tells luke that you are being one hundred percent serious.

“all three,” luke answers simply.

“you’d kill me?”

“sometimes i want to, but i was hoping it would be in the way of you dying from my love,” luke teases.

you let out a soft laugh at luke’s answer. after a few moments of just being in his arms, you eventually drift away into a calm slumber. luke stares at you for a few minutes. it wasn’t meant to be creepy in any way. luke just genuinely could not take his eyes off of you.

truth, dare, spin bottles

you know how to ball, I know aristotle

brand new, full throttle

touch me while your bros play grand theft auto

it's true, swear, scout's honor

you knew what you wanted and, boy, you got her

brand new, full throttle

you already know, babe

“you guys are such hockey bros,” you snort. you are sitting with luke and all of his friends. they are playing video games and arguing about stupid things. this is a frequent thing for them but you don’t usually hang around for it. you wanted to spend time with luke today though and you had nothing better to do. hearing them argue is entertaining anyway.

“yeah, you guys complain about your classes and then it’s stupid things like the history of hockey or something,” ethan’s girlfriend agrees.

“i swear all they know is hockey sometimes,” you say, continuing to tease the boys.

“you guys do know that we’re right here, right?” luke scoffs jokingly.

“that’s the whole point,” you say with a smug grin on your face. luke rolls his eyes playfully at your sass. the conversation dies down not too much later and the boys go back to playing their video game. luke’s hand finds it’s way to your thigh and kneads at the soft skin. you find the action slightly amusing but you let him have his fun. that is, until someone else notices.

“stop groping your girlfriend in front of us, dude!”

i feel so high school, every time that i look at you

as the song ends, the crowd’s whoops and hollers only grow stronger than they were before. you cannot see luke at all but you can only imagine his reaction.

whatever you imagined luke’s reaction to be, his actual one is much better. he is starstruck, not sure if he should say something to his brothers about the song or if he should just stand there admiring you and the fact that you wrote a song about him.

“dude, she wrote a song about you,” quinn says after a short time of quietness from all three of the brothers.

“i have no clue how she sees anything in you though,” jack adds.

“me neither,” luke murmurs.

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word count: 2020

#🎀 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬!!#heartsaturn #hockey #nhl #nhl hockey #new jersey devils #new jersey devils x reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fic #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #nj devils #x reader

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seishihoe · 6 months ago

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a world on FIRE. ryusei shidou x fem!reader - minors DNI

back from the dead to present a belated birthday gift for my one true love @rinhaler mwah. i hope you love it as much as ryu loves you :3 i'm so grateful you're in my life pookie <3 word count: 4.7k tags: enemies to lovers, ex-bully!ryu, mentions of bullying, pet names (princess, baby, good girl & boy!!!), praise, degradation (if there aint both i don’t want it), a couple spanks, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), doggy, mentions of anal, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, size kink ig?, not proof read and rushed

“Are you seriously signing up to that?” your roomie’s voice scoffs from behind you as you continue signing your name on the form.

“Why are you being so negative?! We’ve got to pick some extra credit classes and look, it’s an art class - it would be my major if my parents weren’t… well my parents.” It’s the closest opportunity you’ve had to your real dreams since coming to college - forced into a “real” college degree like Law instead of what you really wanted to do with your life. Now you had an opportunity right in front of you to actually enjoy learning - no one was stopping you from this.

“Don’t you have enough on your plate?” she sighs, twirling an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she waits impatiently.

“It’s just one extra credit class - it even says beginners, it’ll be a piece of cake for someone like me!”

You dot the i’s of your name with signature hearts and it’s done. You place the pen back against the clipboard and lean back with a satisfied smile as your roommate continues to shake her head.

“Don’t burn yourself out girl that’s all I’m saying!” she laughs, giving you a nudge. “You study too much already, you’re not making enough time for what we actually came to college for!”

Your face screws up at her, “And… what would that be?”

“Boys, duh!” she laughs, linking arms with you as you start to walk back to the dorms. “When’s the last time you went to a party? Or one of the frat houses? They’re wild. Especially the guys on all the sports teams…” she bites her lip, clearly reminiscing about a particular encounter.

“Not having this conversation, you slut,” you sigh, “Speaking of… what’s your body count at these days?” you smirk at her.

“You’re so fucking rude!” she hits you lightly but laughs. “Well, have fun with your finger paints.”

“Mhmm… I shall.”

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You arrive at class embarrassingly early, too excited to wander around campus or use the spare time for studies. You sit down at one of the easels near the back and start to unpack your brand new art supplies you bought just for the occasion - pretty paint brushes, fresh tubes of oil paint and even your own cute apron to wear. You set it all out and wait nervously for everyone else to arrive. Your legs jitter in excitement as the class begins to fill up, checking the time on your phone every so often. Soon enough, the teacher arrives and begins to explain the modules and expectations for the semester.

“There will only be one graded unit and - ugh” he sighs loudly as the door opens, turning his head towards it. “First day of class and this is the time you arrive? Not the best impression for an extra credit class.”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m here aint I?”

Your stomach drops at the familiar voice, it’s one you couldn’t forget if you tried, and you timidly look up to confirm your worst fears. Your tormentor, your bully, Ryusei Shidou.

His eyes practically shine up as he spots you, a slow grin appearing on his face. His tongue licks across his bottom lip and he stuffs his hands into his pockets, making his way to the back of the class - to you. He dumps his backpack on the floor unceremoniously, sitting down on the stool in front of the canvas with a soft grunt. You can feel him looking at you, out of the corner of your eye but you refuse to give him any satisfaction. You try to focus on the teacher again as he restarts the class but the blond, menacing figure leans in ever closer. He’s finally close enough that you can no longer ignore him, his imposing large figure not willing to give up. You hear your name in greeting lowly and it sends a shiver up your spine, forcing you to finally acknowledge him.

“I saw those dumb hearts on the sign-up sheet and I knew it was you,” he almost sneers, mouth creeping into a smirk.

“So what, Ryusei? You had to sign-up too and ruin college for me like you did high school?”

“Hey… I like art too, don’t you remember?”

“You like being an asshole, that’s all I remember,” you roll your eyes and continue to try and concentrate on your piece. “Your hair still looks… stupid.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head slightly as he starts to unpack his stuff. “You always loved my hair, baby.” You scowl little, cheeks reddening at the pet name. You open your mouth to speak again but he stops you, tutting and wiggling his index finger at you. “Uh-uh… teacher’s talkin’, pay attention, baby.” The way he looks at you, it almost makes you feel sick. It’s like he’s taunting you already and he only just sat down. Your mouth snaps shut and you clear your throat, looking to the front of the class yet again and internally hating yourself for obeying him.

Even when he’s not talking to you, you can feel his presence. Catching those magenta eyes, sizing you up at every chance he has, reminding you of every horrible, painful year of high school.

High school was fine to begin with - you weren’t bullied but you weren’t popular either. You had the people that mattered in your life and the bothersome ones left you alone for the most part. Until he showed up one day. An unruly blond haired demon who’s only desires were to lead the school soccer team and make your life a living hell. It was trivial and basic to start with - tripping you up in the hallway, confiscating your homework or raiding your locker.

Then one day, it got a lot worse.

“What’s this, huh?” he eyes you curiously as you stare at the journal in his hand like it’s a bomb about to explode, shaking your head desperately. You watch from your knees on the hallway floor as he does another classic Shidou locker inspection, one of his more humiliating hobbies. At least you hadn’t brought any tampons that day. You struggle underneath him as he examines it a little more closely, a finger twiddling with the pink lock protecting your deepest, darkest inner teenage thoughts. “Aw… it’s locked…” he gives you a faux pout before his large hands seize the book apart by its covers and rip it open from the spine. You’re powerless as you watch it happen - a few stray pages broken from the binding scatter to the hallway floor… your secrets exposed to the world. You hear gasps and a few shocked laughs from the other students and beg yourself not to cry.

His hand presses on your head to remain in position as he flicks through it quickly, stopping your desperate, useless attempts of seizing it back from him. He somehow finds the most delicate and embarrassing entries in record time, reading them aloud for everyone to hear as you beg and pray and will for the ground to just swallow you up.

“... and as obnoxious as he is, maybe I can’t help but find Shidou a little hot,” he reads in a mock-version of your voice before stopping, almost like he realises what the words mean. He looks from you to the diary again as he takes it in before throwing his head back in a horrid, condescending laugh. “You -? Aw, you dork, you have a crush on me!”

Tears build in your eyes as you shake your head furiously. “Ryu… please stop…”

You inhale deeply as you force the memory out of your mind, not willing to relive the rest. You turn to look at him, pausing and rolling your eyes as he confidently paints, tongue stuck out in concentration. “You made my life fucking hell… and you walk in here like we’re friends?”

“Come on… it was just a little teasing…”

You grip your paintbrush hard in your hand at that, shaking slightly. “A little… teasing?!”

“Just liked to wind ya up… it was fun. Remember the day you confessed your love for me?”

Your mouth drops open, “I, my, what?!” you blurt out in shock. “You read my diary against my will and then jammed my skirt in the locker and left me there! Are you delusional or just really dense?” you flick your hair over your shoulder and continue to paint.

He rolls his eyes, making you fizz even more. “You’ve always been so dramatic… you were such a princess… guess ya still are.”

“Please just leave me alone,” you hiss under your breath, “You ruined high school for me, don’t ruin college for me too! Go away!”

He blinks a few times, his expression unreadable. He finally turns back to his canvas and shrugs. “I just wanna paint, relax.”

You refuse to believe it, there’s no way he’s not here to continue his tirade of cruelty. You won't back down though, you won't let Ryusei Shidou ruin the one chance of escapism you have at college. It’s difficult but as the weeks go on, he does leave you alone for the most part. Refusing to sit anywhere else and still considering himself your protector. “You’re still a lil dork, what if someone else picks on ya?” Protector? Is he delusional? Did he suffer a brain injury during summer break or is this even the same Ryusei Shidou that tormented and bullied you at every chance he got?

Over time you realise he doesn’t seem to be lying about his intentions for class at least. He turns up, and on time too, and doesn’t even mock the teacher like he was famous for in high school. His canvas is always tilted just out of sight from you and others but he works hard - you wonder whether he’s embarrassed or maybe even a bit of a perfectionist. Sometimes you talk but you rarely push conversation, too concentrated on your own work to give him the attention you know he craves from you. You know there will come a moment eventually when he’ll reveal his true colours once again.

It’s a rainy afternoon on campus, so bad that most of your classes are cancelled. Not willing to brave a very wet and long walk home to the dorms you head to the art block, deciding the spare time would be best put to use putting in some extra work on your graded module. After a quick pit stop for hot chocolate at the cafe, sipping on it comfortingly to warm yourself, you enter the studio. To your surprise, you weren’t the first person to have the same idea.

“Hey princess, avoiding the rain too?” Ryusei peers over the top of his canvas with his signature smile, his hair wet and pushed back slightly out of his face.

“Yeah… it’s pretty bleak out there,” you reply, taking you headphones off from your head as you sit down and begin to prepare your art supplies.

“I’m almost finished so… I won’t bother you too much, promise,” he winks at you. You give him an awkward smile and look out your canvas from the collection, continuing in silence. He sticks to his word, occasionally humming which doesn’t bother you too much. Soon you hit a roadblock, a small mistake leaving you puzzled and making you consider scrapping the whole piece. You shake your head and try to rid yourself of the self-sabotage, deciding to take a break. You take out a packet of Oreo’s from your backpack and indulge yourself in a snack to ground yourself as you look over your painting in thought. You look to Ryusei and down at the sleeve of your favourite snacks in your lap.

“Umm… would you like one?” you hold it out to him without looking.

He looks at you suspiciously but helps himself to a couple. “Guess I deserve a break too, thanks,” he smiles.

“You’re quite secretive about your work,” you tease him with a smirk as you notice it remains tilted from your view, too curious to let it go unnoticed anymore. “Shy? Or are you truly just slacking off?”

“Wanna see?” he responds plainly as he licks the cream slowly off one of the Oreo’s.

You furrow your brow, shocked by his response. “Uh… y-yeah sure,” you nod and give him a tiny hint of a smile. He returns it and turns the canvas to show you, the swirl and mess of colours making you blink a few times as you try to make sense of it. Red and magenta fires surrounding melting violet buildings in a fiery explosion that could only be created by him.

“It looks like… a world on fire,” you say quietly, still looking over the details. You can’t deny it’s good, maybe he does actually like art. “Wow, Ryu… I’m kinda impressed,” you manage another small smile.

“You think?” he smirks. “I just wanted you to shut up about me slacking off. I love painting, I do.”

“Is… that how you see the world, Ryu?”

A small smile flickers on his face at the nickname, “Yeah I guess so,” he laughs softly.

“I really didn’t think you’d take this class seriously…”

“Why? Cause I was mean to you?” he rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh as he faces his canvas back to him. “Apart from that… you barely know me. You don’t know what I like to do with my life”

“I guess I just can’t imagine you being a good boy,” you laugh awkwardly.

His head turns slightly as the words leave your mouth, a slight smirk appearing. “Yeah well… I aint.” He dips his paintbrush into his paint heartily before thumbing the bristles and flicking paint directly at you. You gasp as you watch red paint speckle across your dress, unable to react in time to stop him.

“Ryusei!” you gasp, getting up and instantly trying to wipe yourself down. He laughs and laughs as he watches you, “Oh, well that’s abundantly clear, don’t worry,” you smile falsely before groaning in frustration. You give up, throwing the rag you were using to the floor in defeat. “Ugh, this better wash out!”

“It’s acrylic so I doubt it, you should know that, dork. Shoulda wore your apron…” he snorts and clings to his stool as he finally controls himself.

“Oh my god, Ryu!” you wail.

“It was just a joke and I know you got lots of pretty clothes cause your parents always spoiled ya. God you’re so uptight, it’s boring. Thought college would liven you up, guess you must still be a lil frigid virgin,” he laughs.

“No. I’m not,” you bite back before you can stop yourself, instantly turning red. “N-Not that it’s any of your fucking business!”

“Well, whoever you been fucking aint fucking you right… cause look at ya, all grown up and you’re still a prissy, high-strung whiney -” You grab the nearest brush and press it in the black ink on your palette before casting it across his canvas. He yells as he watches you, getting up too late to react and completely powerless before you, casting a black line in the middle of his artwork. It’s a step too far but you can’t help but feel a little bit proud. It’s the first time you’ve ever stood up to Ryusei Shidou in your life. The adrenaline quickly fades and the reality of what you’ve done hits you like a tonne of bricks. You drop the paintbrush and stand back, nervously awaiting his reaction. There’s an expression on his face that you don’t quite recognise in him, the way he stares at the canvas you tarnished for a few tense beats, hands gripping his hairs in anguish as he breathes heavily… and then it hits you.

He’s hurt. The signature rage that burns within Ryusei was extinguished the moment your brush swept against the canvas. He was proud of that… so proud that he wanted to show you and you ruined it. You were the cruel one this time. It makes you uncomfortable… Even after all the suffering you endured at his hands you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Did you… break Ryusei Shidou?

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he’s standing up from the stool, turning to face you with an intimidating stance and almost manic smile. That… devastation… it’s gone and the Ryusei you recognise from all those years of torment is back. The anger. The violence. The passion. He takes a long stride towards you and forces you against the wall easily, “You’re such a fucking bitch,” he growls, face leaning dangerously close to yours.

“I’m sorry, I really am I -”

“Shut. Up,” he grabs your chin in a large hand, shaking you in his grasp slightly with each word. “You got revenge finally I guess, huh? You proud of yourself, baby? Feel all big and brave now?” his hand moves up to grip your cheeks, squeezing until your lips pucker pathetically.

“N-No,” you choke out, tears welling in your eyes as panic takes over, uneased by the way he leers over you. “R-Ryusei, it was mistake, ‘m sorry but we can try and fix it just -!” but you’re cut off suddenly as he growls and plants his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You make a tiny yelp of surprise but relax, soft moans fill the air and you realise they’re coming from you. You’ve finally succumbed to him. He breaks away suddenly, a small line of drool connecting your mouths that he licks at with a smile.

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re mad baby. Shoulda done something like that a long time ago instead of always cryin’” he laughs softly, peppering your face gently with kisses. “Mmmm… made me hard.”

“Y-You’re a pervert,” you whimper but cling to him, kissing him back again as your head becomes dizzy and you allow yourself to succumb to those twisted desires you’d locked away many years ago. Thoughts of it that once made you feel sick with guilt as you used them late at night to explore your body and depraved fantasies. Why do you still want this? And why did you ever want this?

“S-Stop,” you say with little effort behind it, watching as his hands slide up your body to see more, feel more.

“You don’t want me to, baby,” he breathes into your mouth almost desperately. “K-Know you don’t want me to.”

“Okay b-but Ryu, here?”

“Waited so fuckin’ long for this baby you know that, not gonna waste any more time. My girl, always been my girl haven’t you?”

And you’re nodding, you don’t know why but you’re nodding. This boy that made your life hell for years, ridiculed you, the boy who you utterly despised. Something inside you still craved him, wanted him - no, you needed him. Like some sort of fucked-up, twisted, full-circle moment. Maybe you both did.

“W-Wanna be your girl, Ryu,” you whisper quietly. He chuckles against your lips at your desperate admission, hands delving under the skirt of your dress. It’s not long before his large fingers are poking at your panties, a soft embarrassed whimper escaping you as he lets out a soft moan at the discovery within. “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he laughs through a soft moan as his fingers swipe down the drenched fabric. “Do you always get this wet… or is this all just for me?”

You say nothing, almost shell-shocked to the spot that this is happening, your head still reeling from it all. His fingers slip under the waistband and they’re soon falling down your legs, Ryusei quickly but silently helping you step out of them as you continue to explore his mouth.

“Always wondered what your pretty parts looked like,” he bites on your lip as he continues to toy with you, his fingers dancing against your slippery folds with a moan. “Lemme see…” he pushes the skirt of your dress up to expose you, the cool air making you shudder self-consciously. You hear a soft moan escape his lips as he looks at you for the first time. “Oh baby… so pretty,” he coos softly. Your head falls back with a tiny thud against the wall, embarrassment taking over.

“Ryu…” you whine and he laughs softly, gently placing one of your legs upon his shoulder. You gasp as you feel his breath against your sensitive core, and his hand is spreading you apart even more for him. “Oh my god what are you -?” you feel his tongue delicately swipe from your hole up to your clit and let out a loud gasp, eyes rolling back already from the sensitivity. “Ryu!”

“Mmpf,” he smacks his lips obscenely. “You taste like fuckin’ candy.” His mouth suctions over your clit firmly and you truly lose it, letting out sweet whimpered moans and rolling your hips for more. He’s done so little and he’s reduced you to a mess already. He moans against your flesh as he feasts on you, desperately palming himself over his trousers as he enjoys the way your body responds to him. For how he’s craved you too.

“Ryu, s-so good at this, fuck,” you whisper, fingers lacing through his hair and gripping tightly for stability. It spurs him on, his hands greedily grip your sides, encouraging you to continue moving against him. The noises his actions make are lewd and loud - echoing around the room enough to make your cheeks flush crimson.

It rolls up on you before you can warn him and your moans heighten into sweet, shrill squeaks as you finally reach your peak, shaking and bearing down on him. Delicious ecstasy consuming you like you’ve never felt before. You watch him lewdly slurp up your sweet nectar, the sight enough to extend your pleasure as you lock eyes with him. “Fuck,” is all you can manage as you slow your hips against his face. He breaks away, panting and his eyes ablaze with lust as he licks at the juices that coat his mouth. You recognise that look. He’s not done with you yet.

You’re still reeling from the aftershocks and he’s pushing you onto your knees on the floor, your body jelly and sinking willingly. “Bend over baby, c’mon. Can’t wait anymore, need to feel you,” he grunts as he doesn’t even wait for you to obey, manhandling you easily onto all-fours as you still try to catch your breath.

“C-Can’t believe this is happening,” you almost laugh as you hear the familiar sound of a zipper before a harsh hand holds your hip in place, feeling Ryusei take his place behind you.

“I can... meant to be baby” he smirks, jerking himself impatiently as he pushes your head to the floor. “Come on arch a little better than that baby, waited fuckin’ years for this, gotta look pretty for me.”

You nod and do as he says, pressing down further and arching your ass perfectly for him. You feel him spread you apart, whimpering instinctively.

“I want this,” he groans lowly, his thumb pressing firmly against your untouched tight ring of muscle - you swear you hear the tiniest soft whine as it instinctively tightens against the touch. “D-Didn’t get to pop your cherry, sweetheart so let me have this. Bet you’ve never been fucked here.”

You whimper slightly but don’t refuse the touch.”N-No, never, Ryu… but not now… another time. Fuck.”

“What makes you think there’s gonna be another time? Needy slut.” His hand moves from your untouched parts and delivers a harsh spank. “And stop fuckin’ telling me what to do. I’ll give ya exactly what you need, princess.” You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your slickened entrance and soon enough he’s pushing inside in one fluid thrust. All the air leaves your lungs as you take everything he gives you - he’s big, maybe the biggest you’ve had. He hasn’t even moved yet and you feel him everywhere. You choke on your own moans and prepare yourself for what’s to come.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Your little pussy looks so pretty taking this dick,” he pulls back and delivers a harsh thrust, making you jolt forward with a pained shout.

‘S big, Ryu, so big,” you babble, fingers scrambling for any purchase against the floor.

“I know baby, I know. Taking me so good, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, starting a rapid pace that leaves you open-mouthed and whimpering.

You give up on trying to be quiet, Ryusei’s own loud moans and grunts already exposing you enough for anyone in the near vicinity. He’s ferocious and primal, you desperately wish you could see him properly in all his glory but his tight grip on you leaves little hope for change in position. His hips bruise against yours with every thrust and you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning - or hope, the thought of evidence of your deeds helping your pleasure build yet again. “Love how you fuck me, Ryu! Love this, oh m-my god!” you cry out as you begin to thrust back against him. He growls ferociously and grips the flesh of your ass for leverage to rail you harder, desperate to see you surrender with him.

“Come on, baby, come on,” he grunts, “Make it a good one for me, come on,” he repeats desperately. You arch your back out even further and freeze as the pleasure rushes over you yet again, creaming deliciously around his cock.

The hands supporting yourself eventually give out, your front sinking against the cold concrete floor as you let him just take you. He’s ruthless, rutting against you like a desperate animal before he’s spurting thick ropes of his seed inside you until he has nothing left to give, whining as he forces himself to eventually stop. “S-Shit, baby, your pussy’s amazing… mm… knew it would be.” he kisses up your spine softly before pulling out and sorting himself.

“Oh… oh my god,” you gasp desperately, laying against the floor for a moment before coming to your senses. “That was crazy, Ryu, I can’t believe we did that.”

“It was sexy… oh and you’d really let me fuck your ass?” he grins.

You sort your clothes and look at him with a small smirk. “Maybe… if you’re a good boy.” his reaction to that immediately making you giggle - eyes wide and his own cheeks almost blushing. “Oh... you like that, hm, Ryu?”

“S-Shut up,” he grumbles, avoiding looking at you as he goes redder. “Come on… we should get out of here before they lock up the building for the night. He takes your hand in his before you can refuse, making you smile to yourself as you gently follow him.

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You wake up the next morning and check your phone, pouting as you scroll through your notifications, none of them from the person you want them to be. You lie back against the pillows and read them, one from your roommate catching your eye.

> hey! sorry, left when u were still sleeping oli invited me to watch him practice… couldn’t resist :P

> btw a weird huge package was left at the door btw girl did u order something??? left it outside your room. xoxox

You pull the duvet off yourself and go to the door, eyes widening as you see the package in question but you quickly recognise the familiar, rectangle shape. Wrapped in brown paper and tied with a sting with your name on, it has little clues of its sender. You shrug and bend down on the floor, untying the string and beginning to tear the crinkly paper slowly.

The painting. Ryusei’s painting except there’s something different about it now. It’s complete.

Amongst the fiery, explosive background you spot the dark silhouettes of two familiar figures embraced in the middle. The height difference is obvious and the defining features of his hair makes you slowly grin in realisation.

You read the note attached to it, smiling gleefully still and sinking slowly to the floor as you read it over and over.

Fixed it already. The world burns brighter with you.

Ryu xox

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #ryusei shidou x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei smut #my writing #ryusei shidou smut

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bfwooin · 2 months ago

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hii!! Can I request a sabbath (could be any individual member if you want) x reader who is super feminine and maybe a Lolita and them on a date?

Tyyy!!☀️☀️

but with eyes shut, it's you i'm thinking of.

content. established rs except for joker's (he has a crush on u instead), superfem!reader, petnames, suggestive ending for hyuk's.

a/n. cute request thank u anon! i had fun writing this ><

꩜ wooin.

spoiling you rotten is wooin’s favourite hobby. a princess is what he sees you as. someone who he feels inclined to treat like royalty.

he adores your love for dressing up, and proudly funds your interest as the two of you frequently go on shopping dates. and while you’re all carefree and prancing in front of him, giving your frilled skirt a delicate swish for his eyes, he willingly hauls bags and bags of clothing and plushies you bought under his card.

no amount of cute 'but 's can let the man make you pay for your items, he loves spending his dirty money on you, though you’re unaware of his private dealings.

“should we go into that shop? it has those chunky heels you’ve been wanting for so long.” he catches you eyeing into the shop’s window display as you momentarily stop in front of him.

“but we already bought so much,” you say sweetly, frankly feeling guilty about your spendings. from the corner of your eye, you notice that teasing smirk of his as he walks over to you.

“baby, just buy the whole store for all i care.” he bends down and places a soft kiss on your cheek, making you look away embarrassingly.

“we’re in public!” you remind him, pouting at him with shallow anger.

“so? i can’t kiss my princess now?” he teases, knowing that his words push your buttons.

“come on, think of it this way;” he leans in closer, his lips almost grazing against your cherry-glossed ones.

“you get my card, and i get to kiss your cute face whenever i want.”

just know that the shop assistants are giggling to themselves, watching the both of you make out in the middle of the mall.

꩜ hyuk.

despite being hyuk’s favourite girl, he doesn’t shy away from his competitive nature. you knew you shouldn’t have said the arcade when he asked you where the two of you should go earlier in the day, now he’s trashing you in whack-a-mole!

“you’re too slow,” he dares to utter, peeking at your side as he watches your slow reaction toward the popping moles. you’re so cute and blur, hitting the targets with no force whatsoever, the hammer looking comically large in your fist.

and there he goes, gloating about his fifth win for the night.

“come on darling, are you even trying?” he taunts you, tucking strands of your silky hair behind your ear to reveal your tiny bow earrings pierced on your earlobe.

“i am! can’t you just go easy on me?” you huff, and he chuckles, finding your pouty expression so adorable.

“hmm, let’s do forfeits. the winner gets to decide what the loser has to do. deal?”

“nuh-uh, i’m not listening!”

but you acquiesced anyway after seeing the game the both of you agreed to compete in: mario kart. come on, there’s no way you would lose to him in the game you practically grew up with.

that’s just impossible!

“aww, don’t cry here.” he dares to say as you look away, not wanting to spare a glance at both his smirk and the screen in front of you that displayed second place in large text, further mocking your loss.

“hmm, what should i make my baby do?” he gets off the machine and walks over to you. you're still sitting with your arms folded in endearing frustration.

he laughs at your attitude, patting your head to feign consolation. but you knew that when you’re back home with him, he’ll have that feisty attitude of yours tamed like a prim feline.

꩜ vinny.

he doesn’t want to admit it, but vinny adores watching you get ready.

it takes a hell of a time for you to do so, but he faithfully rests on your bed, observing your deft hands move like clockwork as you doll up in front of your vanity. he’s fascinated, as if you’re a living masterpiece.

the way your face leans closer to the mirror as you put on your mascara, even he finds that adorable. and once you finish your lip combo with that strawberry lip gloss he’s tasted a million times from your lips, he resists the urge to squish your cheeks and lock his lips onto yours.

“how do i look?” you turn to face him, finding that he’s blatantly staring at you. your face feels the familiar warmth, your blush on top of your blush.

“beautiful,” he says with conviction, walking over towards you and standing behind your plush chair. you remove your pink hairband and place it on your vanity, reaching for your curling iron and handing it to him.

you see ever since the two of you started dating, he notices how frequently you visit the hair salon to maintain your loose curls, and it’s definitely a costly expenditure.

so, he decides to dedicate some of his time to do your hair!

he finds it rewarding to see your bright smile whenever he’s done with the last curl, admiring his handiwork silently as you can’t wait to flaunt it on your date later.

sure, he’s no salon-grade hairstylist, but you couldn’t care less about that.

no hairstylist can top the love and affection that goes into your hair each time your boyfriend does it for you.

꩜ joker.

now, this was a sight to see.

today was your first time meeting joker after texting him for a month. the two of you met through wooin; let’s just say joker fell in love at first sight with your pink frills and berry scent.

you’re one of a kind, he’s never seen a girl with such a feminine style before. he finds himself attracted to it, to you.

but now you’re watching him in slight astonishment as he eats a large froyo cup full of each topping the parlour has to offer, as compared to your medium-sized portion with pastel coloured marshmallows and juicy strawberries. his creation is a mountain of confectionery, and you giggle as he struggles to scoop the frozen yoghurt with the toppings he wants to taste.

“do you always eat your froyo like this?” you ask playfully.

“no, but i’ve been wanting to try it like this.” you almost choke on the slice of strawberry in your mouth, finding his answer ridiculous.

the both of you continue eating, enjoying each other’s company in the frozen yoghurt parlor that’s so obviously playing spotify’s top 50 songs worldwide as you hear luther by kendrick lamar stream.

“so, do you have any favourite songs?” you ask, plopping a marshmallow into your mouth.

“i don’t really listen to anything,” he replies with an air of nonchalance around him.

“not even when you’re training?”

“nope, but i listen to wooin’s nagging.” he sighs dramatically, strands of his baby blue hair falling onto his face and poking his eyes.

you notice and dig through your bag, pulling out a fluffy hairpin with a plush bunny attached to it. you sweep his front hair to the side, pinning the strands with the clip and securing it tightly.

he looks at you, surprised by your sudden gesture as his heart fills with even more affection for you.

you and your cheeky smile when you look at his stunned expression, he’s holding back every fibre in his body to confess his feelings for you.

#windbreaker webtoon #sabbath crew #windbreaker #windbreaker manhwa #windbreaker x reader #joker windbreaker #yoo wooin #kwon hyuk #vinny hong #wooin windbreaker #hyuk kwon #★angel'sworks

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homestylehughes · 1 year ago

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18.

pairing(s): jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: jack proposing to his girlfriend, the girl he knew he would marry since he was 18.

warning(s): absolutely none. pure fluff, and cuteness :)

word count: 1.4k

authors note: hi loves!! my inner directioner came out when writing this fic! this fic is loosely based off of 18 by one direction (I listened to FOUR, the album, the whole time while writing this. 11/10 would recommend). this was so much fun to write, it kinda gives me romcom, or romantic movies vibes? I love writing jack all soft and cute. I hope you guys enjoy, like and reblog if you do! I hope you are all happy and healthy. much love as always <3

“I have loved you since we were 18, long before we thought the same things.”

Ever since Jack laid eyes on yn at 18 he knew she'd be the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. Jack can remember the day he met her, like it was yesterday. He had just got drafted by the New Jersey Devils as the number one pick, which threw him into a new life of superstardom.

In the midst of being the 1st overall draft pick, the Yankees invited him to a game, having one of the best seats in the stadium, he couldn't help but smile over the fact that this was now his life. As the fifth inning came to an end, Jack decided to make his way to the bathroom. As he walks through the busy crowd, weaving in and out of groups of people. Finally making it to the bathroom, doing his business before quickly heading out.

As he walks out of the bathroom, his phone dings from a text, pulling his phone out of his pocket to see that it's from his mom. Just as he begins to type out a response, he feels himself bump into someone. bringing his head up to see the prettiest girl he's ever seen in all 18 years of his existence, with a hot dog smashed into her chest. He's so close to her that he can see the red and yellow stains from the ketchup and mustard littered across her white as snow Yankees jersey.

“Oh my gosh” the girl says, her head hanging low as she looks at the hot dog stained jersey.

“Shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.” jack embarrassingly rambles out

“It's..okay. It's nothing, it's just a jersey and hot dog. No biggie” she says, now looking at jack.

“No it's a big deal, it's my fault. Here let me help you clean up.” Jack offers, as waves of guilt run through his veins.

“Are you sure? You don't have to, don't want to waste any more of your time.” the girl says

“If anyones wasting your time it's me, come over here” Jack says, taking the hot dog from her, throwing it in the trash, before turning around to look at her jersey.

“It's pretty bad isn't it?” she asks him

“It is.. How about this, how about I buy you a new one?”

“I can't accept that, it was an accident. Plus i dont your name.” the girl says, holding her ground as she looks directly in his eyes.

Jack can't help but get lost in her eyes as they look at each other.

“Yes you will, and my names jack.” flashing her smile before grabbing her hand

“Now come with me, we're going to go get you a new jersey and a hot dog, and anything else your heart desires, got it?” Jack says, briefly looking at the girl, who sends him a nod in approval. Turning back around, as he continues walking them through the crowd.

“Yn!” she says loudly behind him

“What?” Jack asks, turning back around, confused by what she said to him.

“Yn, my name is Yn. Only fair if you know mine now” yn says with a small smile

“Well yn, what size jersey are you?” Jack asks, looking at yn, who has a slight smile on her face as she looks over all of the different jerseys.

“Umm..medium? Can I get the white one?” she asks

“Of course” Jack sends her a smile as he talks to the worker, quickly getting the jersey for the girl.

Sending the guy behind the counter a thank you, picking up the bad before handing it to yn.

“Jack..thank you so much”

“You're very welcome, now on to a hotdog” he says with a smile

“Okat only on one condition.” she says

“And that is?”

“You let me buy them. I can't let you buy me anything else today.” yn says, looking at him sternly.

“Yes ma’am”

“And so help me god if you get mayo on your hot dog, i will break down in tears.”

“Mayo? On a hot dog?” he questions

“Yes. it's sick and people actually do it.” she laughs

“ well no, mayo on my hotdog for me” he smiles to her

“Good. That's what I like to hear,” she says, lifting her head up, sending him a smile before getting in line.

Jack looks at her for a second, and in that moment he knew, hed just found the person he'd spend the rest of his life with.

–

“Quinn. I'm freaking out." Jack says as he paces on the dock.

“Jack calm down, she's going to say yes. Take a deep breath "Quinn says as soothing as he can, in an attempt to calm his brother's nerves.

“You don't know that” jack snaps at him

“Yes I do, you guys have been inseparable for the last 5 years. You two are the same person, and can share the same brain cell. She will say yes.'' Quinn says. walking over to Jack, bringing him into a hug, hoping to help calm down.

Jack pulls back after a few moments, murmuring a soft thank you, before taking a deep breath, straightening his back before turning around to look out at the lake. The calm water seems to calm his nerves for a few moments.

“She's on her way” quinn says, laying a hand on jacks shoulder giving it a squeeze before turning around heading off the dock, leaving jack alone with his thoughts.

A few moments later he can hear the sound of the footsteps on the dock behind him, turning slightly to see her walking towards him in the prettiest white dress, the bottom of it flowing in the wind as she walks.

“Hi, pretty girl” jack says while grabbing her hand pulling her to stand in front of him

“Hi” she says breathlessly like she'd been holding her breath the whole way here.

“I don't really know where to start but I'll start by doing this,” Jack says before slowly dropping down to one knee. Yns hands quickly move to cover her mouth, as she looks down at Jack with tears welling her eyes.

“Yn. you've been my rock, my best friend, my biggest supporter, and most importantly the love of my life for the last 5 years.”

Yn lets out a choked sob that causes Jack to pause for a moment, to regain his breaths he can feel his eyes beginning to water, as he continues.

“I knew you would be the person I'd spend the rest of my life with the moment I crashed into you, spreading mustard and ketchup all over you. Even at that moment I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Thank you for always making me feel seen and loved, I wouldn't have been able to do any of this without you. I love you, and I promise I'll love you forever, until my heart gives out. So would you do the greatest honor of being my wife?”

“Yes. yes. A million times yes, jack.” she says as she struggles to hold back her tears as she launches herself onto jack. The both of them wrapped in each other's embrace, tears of joy falling from both of their eyes.

Jack pulls back enough to slide the perfectly cut, sized ring onto her hand. the ring going on perfectly, as if it was the last piece of the puzzle, laying perfectly on her hand.

“Jack it's beautiful” yn beams at him, tears still falling, hitting her cheeks like raindrops on a window.

“Not as beautiful as you” Jack says, bringing his fingers under her cheeks wiping them away.

“I love you” she says

“I've loved you since we were 18, '' Jack says softly before pulling her into a kiss.

“I wanna love like you made me feel, When we were eighteen”

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #new jersey devils #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes imagine #jh86 #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes

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monstersflashlight · 1 month ago

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Tail pulling and squeals

Ambrose (minotaur) x fem!reader || sfw, funny and fluffy, teasing

Reader POV

You’ve been friends for what feels like forever, but in reality is not that much. But it feels like it, it’s like you and Ambrose connect in a way that you never experienced before, like he gets you in ways are completely new and unexplored… and you are probably just really fucking in love with the big minotaur.

Ambrose is grabbing some snacks when Brick looks at you with a glint on his eyes that always speaks of mischief. But lucky for him, you are on board for some good mischief and a few pranks if they aren’t harming anyone.

“You know what would be suuuuper funny?” Brick says with a conspiratory smirk.

You look at him, confused by his question. You already thing his words are suspicious, but you ask anyway: “What?”

“If you pulled Ambrose’s tail,” he says with a smirk that promises trouble.

“Wouldn’t that hurt him?” You ask sincerely.

You don’t want to hurt Ambrose in any way possible. More like you want the opposite, you want to bring him all the pleasure possible. But you aren’t about to tell him that, because you are still sure your feelings are one-sided, and you value his friendship more than anything else. He’s rapidly becoming your best friend.

Brick shakes his head very slowly, trying to bite back a smile but failing miserably as the corners of his lips turn up against his tusks. “Nope. Minotaur tails are like your hair, if I pull at it you don’t really feel pain, do you?” He leans forward and grabs your short hair, pulling lightly and making you press your tights together. F

“Not exactly…” You say with a choked breath, the pull at your hair sending other kinds of sparks down your back.

Not exactly pain sparks, more like very horny sparks. But you guess not everybody is like that. Most people probably just feel a bit of pain and maybe let out an undignified squeal. That would be indeed fun. uck. You weren’t even aware that you had such a strong reaction to hair pulling. That’s to be explored later...

“It will be funny, I promise. It’ll make him jump and maybe even let out a squeal, you’ll see.”

You don’t trust his words, so you do what anyone would do, you turn around to look at Poppy, who is watching you two carefully. “Is he telling the truth?” You ask her.

“He’s not wrong. You’ll def get a reaction,” she says. If you were thinking a bit more carefully you would have realized her words were weirdly phrased, but you don’t think too much of it at the moment.

So self-assured that you weren’t going to hurt him and would probably just be a funny moment for you all, you decide to do it. You walk into the kitchen with the excuse to grab a drink. Ambrose motions for the fridge as he keeps humming and cutting some fresh veggies for the salad he’s making.

He’s in the middle of the isle, which means you have to pass behind him to get to the fridge, and that means you get full sight of his back. His tail is slowly moving behind him, so very tempting with the little tuff of hair at the end that makes it look so cute you can’t stop yourself even a second longer. You reach out and pull… hard.

The second you pull at it, you hear the knife hitting the marble counter-top as he lets out a groan that can rival the ones of porn-actors. Your brain instantly short-circuits. The way he sounds when he moans, oh goddess, your pussy has never gotten so wet, so fast.

You are so embarrassed you can’t do anything but to apologize under your breath as you walk out of the kitchen and hide in the bathroom until your body calms down enough to get back to the living-room. Which is an embarrassingly long time.

Ambrose POV

The second your hand pulls, he groans. It’s completely involuntary and it’s followed by a squeal and the muffled laughter of his (now former) best friends who are looking at you two from the door. He barely registers it as he turns around just to hear your tiny apology as you run out of the room with your face flaming red. As red as his own. Fuck. He did just moan out loud in front of you… Good goddess, he’s never going to live that one down.

“I’ll go get her,” Poppy says, always so nice (lie) as she slithers away, the barely hidden laughter following her.

He finishes the salad with trembling hands as he shoots daggers to Brick every chance he gets. His (former) best friend is still chuckling under his breath as he steals a baby carrot from the counter. He’s about to snap at him when you walk back in the kitchen, followed by Poppy. You don’t say anything, and neither does he.

“The salad is ready, let’s play some DnD,” he simply says, too embarrassed to admit he’s still carrying a semi.

The tension in the room dissipates as you play, the voice of Brick (weirdly enough the DM) lulls everyone into a sense of comfort and soon you are all immersed in the game. Well, not all of you, because Ambrose can still feel the phantom touch of your hand against his tail, his dick twitching every once in a while, not letting him forget how good it felt to have your hands on him.

By the time the game ends, you are yawning and Poppy offers to drive you home. You hug Brick and then you turn around to hug him. He has to turn his body lightly to the side so you can’t see (nor feel) the way his dick is still hard after you pulled that stunt. Poppy smirks as she slithers away next to you, talking animatedly to her as she nods softly.

As soon as the door closes, he’s turning around and facing Brick with a threatening finger: “How could you?”

“What?” Brick is clearly trying not to laugh again. Ambrose wants to hit him with a chair (metaphorically).

He pushes Brick’s chest lightly. “Why would you tell her to pull at my tail?”

He tries really hard not to blush, but the reminder of you touching his tail sends something akin to aftershocks down his spine. Again. Fuck, he feels his balls so full, as if his dick is about to burst. He’s still supporting a semi.

“I just told her it would get a funny reaction, and it did,” Brick says, letting out a bark of laughter.

Ambrose frowns, stepping back and grabbing his jacket. “You are a jackass.”

“Why are you so mad? I got your little pet-mate to touch your very sensitive tail!” He lets out with another round of laughter. He’s wheezing, and Ambrose would feel very murderous if it weren’t for his dick being so fucking hard still.

Ambrose stares at him for two seconds and then deadpans: “You know what? I’m getting muffins tomorrow, and eating them with the human running the shop… who hates you.”

“Low blow dude!” Brick yells as Ambrose lets out a chuckle.

He flips him off and walks away. Now he has to get home and jerk himself off until he’s satisfied, and he doubt’s that going to be short because he can still feel your fingers around his tail and his lower back tingling with the pleasure of it. Fucking Brick.

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katz-rambles · 11 months ago

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and I’m wondering if I can get a little Viktor xFem!Reader fic? 🥹

Maybe some angsty/dead dove themes, and lots of fluff? Maybe the Reader is taking care of Viktor while he’s in pain and they end up cuddling? Anything you want is fine! 💖

TIA if you decide to write this!!

Awww, yess! This sounds so cute. Viktors, my personal favorite, so I had a lot of fun writing this!

(fluff, angst(?) w/ comfort, gn!reader, this is it?)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Your footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway as you try and get to your lovely boyfriend as fast as you can. You haven't been able to see him all day. he and Jayce have been cooped up in the lab all day long.

It's well past midnight at this point, and Viktor still isn't home. Usually, you'd just let him do his thing, but not tonight, not when it's getting closer and closer to one in the morning, and there's still no sign of him. All signs in your mind point to the worst. Maybe he had a fit today and is in the infirmary, or maybe he just got caught up in whatever he was doing. You pray it's the latter.

The door to the lab is unlocked, so he hasn't left yet. He'd never forget to lock it. Unless there was an emergency. Your thoughts are swarming with what might have happened, none of them good. You have to brace yourself for what you think you may see when you get inside the lab.

It's quiet when you first enter, you could hear a pin drop. You look around, desperately searching for Viktor, and there he is, on the ground. "Viktor!" You quickly rush to his side, kneeling to try and figure out what's happening. He's sitting on the floor, his head resting against one of the legs of the desk behind him. His hands are gripping his leg as he lets out a low groan. He looks up at you, tears pricking the sides of his pretty eyes, and his brows are furrowed as he leans his head back and groans again.

"Okay. I'm gonna get you up, and we're going to go.. somewhere." You brush a few stray strands of hair off his face, internally panicking as you try and think of where to go. "Not the infirmary," he sighs, looking at you once again, "I've already been there." His words just make you panic even more.

You wrap one of your arms around his back and slowly help him stand up. He clings to you as you both get on your feet. His legs are wobbly, and if you weren't there, you're sure he would have fallen by now. You both take smaller steps. There's a comfort in the sound of the footsteps that are echoed by the thumping of a cane. It helps you remind yourself that he's right beside you and that he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

You silently thank whoever is listening that your shared dorm is on the same floor as the lab. It's not a far walk either, but the walk feels like it's taking forever. Every time you start to move a bit too fast, you hear Viktor groan, and it has your heart hurting for him. You know how much he hates it.

You embarrassingly fumble with the keys for a few seconds before you can actually find the right one. "It's okay, dear, I'm right here." Viktor mumbles, taking one of your hands in his. You nod and take a deep breath, finally grabbing the right key and opening the door. You help him get in the bed and leave the room to let him get changed into more comfortable wear.

He opens the door, and you immediately go inside, crawling onto the bed to lay beside him. You rest your head on his chest, and you can feel his slim fingers curl around your shoulder, pulling you closer. From this position, you can hear his heartbeat. Each beat is a tell tale sign that he's still with you. His hand starts to rub your arm, and he kisses your forehead.

He leaves his head on the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. Letting both of you know that you're with each other. "Do you think you'll be able to get better?" Your voice wavers at the last few syllables that leave your lips. You feel the vibrations of Viktor chuckling. "I hope so, my love. I really hope so." He sighs, and you move your position so you can clearly see his face. Your hand is resting on his chest, and your finger starts to trace random shapes into his skin. Moving to outline the marks that adorn him.

"But.. ehh.. don't worry about that. Let's focus on the present." He whispers, his voice barely reaches you. You place a soft kiss on his lips and rest your head back on his chest. For now, all you can do is hope that someone, somewhere, finds a cure. Maybe one day they will.

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cherrywrecked · 1 year ago

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what iffff g!p karina corrupting her innocent step sister wonyoung by playing a blindfold game whete she has to guess whatever’s in her mouth and rina takes advantage of that🫨then it escalates from there until she forcefully takes away wony’s virginity

i'm not sure about the forcefully part... i embarrassingly missed that part of the request... but here!

karina and wonyoung as step sisters would be deadly, honestly, but can you imagine being karina in that situation? a situation where the girl had been secretly crushing on her younger step sister? exactly.

it was supposedly one of their family game nights, but tonight, their parents had to leave halfway through it, being on call at work. it was just karina and wonyoung left together. the older one doesn't know what to do, she felt awkward… being alone with wonyoung like this. specially if she was just thinking of fucking the innocent girl before they went down to play with their parents? bullshit, right? the two of them were now left alone and wonyoung was obviously upset that their game had to end early.

“unnie, can’t we continue the game together? i’m bored.” wonyoung said with a pout, head resting against her sister’s shoulder as they sat next to each other on the couch. she was looking at the item in hand—a slim alcohol bottle they had in the living room. they were playing the game guess what’s on my hand! after all. maybe she was ovulating, but god… wonyoung looks utterly gorgeous tonight. was it her hair tied up in a ponytail or was it her satin pair of nightwear that made karina’s cock twitch under the throw pillow she’s using to cover her thighs? “are you that bored, wonyoung-ah?” karina says with a chuckle, one arm draping around wonyoung’s shoulder as she pulls her closer. “mhm! very. i want to continue our game earlier, or maybe make it more difficult?” wonyoung looked excited. her long hair swayed along with her body as she sat on the couch, legs crossed. “how about we play the game, but instead of using our hands, we use our mouths instead? but of course, no disgusting stuff, okay?” wonyoung was so firm with her words, it was cute and funny that it made karina chuckle. but was it really that, or was it the nervousness coming out of her in the form of giggles as she thought of something crazy?

“alright. who goes first?” karina, mirroring wonyoung’s position. wonyoung asks karina to go first and it didn’t even last long, karina guessed the item right away. “unnie! you’re no fun, how are you so good with your mouth?” wonyoung says with a pout. karina only looked at her, staring at wonyoung’s innocent face, trying to find any trace of malice from her expressions, but no. was wonyoung really really that innocent? it made karina want her more. “you’ll do better than me, wonyoung! trust yourself. alright, let’s have you wear this.” karina said as she carefully put on the blindfold on wonyoung. it was now or never.

karina asked a minute for wonyoung and the little girl only hummed, already making guesses in her brain what her unnie’s item might be. a notebook? it was easy to kiss around it… or maybe a spoon? she doesn’t know! she doesn’t have any idea at all. “alright, wonyoung-ah. open up.” karina, now naked on her lower half and stroking her slightly erected cock, she watches wonyoung open her mouth and fuck. the string of saliva against wonyoung’s teeth, her wet mouth… she wanted her pink lips around her tip so bad. “unnie, where is it?” wonyoung says, whiny as she was getting impatient. karina first brushed her tip along wonyoung’s lower lip. “mhm? that feels soft!” wonyoung comments, eagerly kissing around the tip of karina’s cock. the older girl held her erection making sure none of wonyoung’s kisses would be missing. she was so fucking innocent, it’s funny and at the same time, pathetic. how can someone so beautiful be this innocent, pure… virgin. virgin. right! wonyoung has to be a virgin.

karina didn’t even notice wonyoung’s hands now wrapped around her length. “wonyoung…” karina mumbles and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger girl. “yes, unnie?” the little girl says in the cutest voice possible. “you can try sucking on it… you know, to feel it better?” karina felt disgusting. fooling her sister like that. but she can’t take it anymore. a gasp escapes her mouth when wonyoung encircles her lips around her tip, sucking on it. “unnie, what is it? i really don’t kn—” wonyoung’s words were cut off when karina unconsciously thrusted her hips and fucked her mouth. slightly choking on her cock, wonyoung pushed the girl away and took the blindfold off, eyes widened when she saw karina’s big dick in front of her. it was hard, pink, clean, and wet at the tip. “w-what are you… unnie!” wonyoung squealed, blushing as she pulled away, but karina was faster than she was. karina held her wrist. “wonyoung-ah. please. help unnie just this once, mhm?”

karina’s eyes were big and shiny, she looked desperate. wonyoung has to admit, kissing and even sucking on her unnie’s dick definitely wasn’t that bad at all… in fact, she could feel her core getting wet at the thought and sight of it. “b-but i don’t… i haven’t…” not letting her finish her words, karina sat next to her and guided her hand on her cock. “just wrap your hand around it… yeah, just like that. now move up and down slowl—holy shit. y-yeah, like that, wonyoung-ah… so good.” she fit perfectly around wonyoung’s hands. the younger girl already knew her step sister was different than her and it had always made her curious about… that. and she also already knew her sister was hot. fuck, even wonyoung’s friends are all over karina, but she never understood why they kept saying they would fuck her… until tonight. “unnie, i feel weird… here…” wonyoung, shyly points at her core which made karina giggle. ah, her innocence was driving the older girl insane.

“want unnie to make you feel good, wony?” the girl nodded rather too enthusiastically and the next thing she know, they were now both naked, karina’s lips are now on her tits, sucking on it, even leaving marks around it. wonyoung could only moan and grope on karina’s thighs as she carelessly feel for her cock. “you’re learning really well, wonyoung-ah… but this isn’t fun anymore, is it?” wonyoung looked at karina with her sultry eyes, lower lip caught in between her teeth. “how about you lay back for me, mhm? there we go, open your legs, angel.”

wonyoung lays there with her legs wide open. karina settles in between her legs as she stroke her cock in her hand while the other caresses wonyoung’s inner thighs, bringing it up to her pussy, obviously soaked as she could see wonyoung dripping. karina uses her hand to play with wonyoung’s clit, rubbing it in circular motions while her tip teases wonyoung’s hole. karina’s cock twitches at the warmth of wonyoung’s cunt and so does the younger girl who now can’t keep her legs open. overstimulated, lightheaded, horny, all she ever wants is her unnie. “i’ll make you feel good, mhm?” before wonyoung could even reply, karina already had her tip inside wonyoung’s entrance. a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips. karina stays still, waiting for wonyoung to breathe again. and she does. it was karina’s queue to push deeper.

wonyoung’s mouth was left ajar, legs slightly trembling at the pain and pleasure she was feeling. but the pain was not only for wonyoung to bear, but rina’s too. she was too tight. like her cunt was never penetrated before. a shame, if karina would think about it, but at the same time, she was glad. right now, this cunt is hers, and for her to take only. “i’m going to move, mhm? stay still, princess, just trust me, alright?” karina’s voice was deep, sexy—wonyoung trusts her. the pleasure is just too much. more so when rina’s fingers ghost atop her clit as she started thrusting her hips. “u-unnie~! h-hnng… rina unnie…” wonyoung drags her words in between the moans.

karina focuses on her movements, her pace moderate until it increases, earning more sinful, loud moans from her younger sister. “fuck, wonyoung… you’re so tight… fucking hell.” wonyoung can’t speak, not even think… they both focus on each other. wony can feel karina’s cock getting bigger inside of her, if that’s even possible. it twitches with every thrust, hitting that same spot that gives the most pleasure to the younger girl.

there was a familiar notch forming on karina’s stomach as she approached her high while wonyoung, she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know anything at all. but it was her body telling karina everything that she can’t say. the way the younger’s body arched and her hands clench around karina’s wrists, her legs locking karina in between them—she was close. “baby, hold it in… please, baby—fuck, you’re so hot around my cock, wonyoung. i’m close…” wonyoung nodded, not really knowing what to do but to clench her pussy around karina’s dick. this was the older’s last straw. the tightness and warmth of wonyoung. karina gives one last hard push into wonyoung before releasing her cum inside of the younger. wonyoung moans loudly, screaming karina’s name as she shook under the older girl. rina groped wony’s tits as she too, rides her high. her index finger and thumb rolling the sensitive nub.

the older girl slowly pulls herself back, the sound of her cock escaping wonyoung’s tightness made the younger gasp softly before she curls her body, legs closing, making karina’s cum and her own ooze out of the girl’s tight hole. it doesn’t miss karina’s sight, and fingers, apparently. rina uses two of her fingers, coating it with their cum before pushing wonyoung back to face her. “open your mouth, wony. we’re not done playing yet, aren’t we?” karina says with a sheepish grin plastered on her face while she shoves her cum coated fingers inside wonyoung’s mouth, forcing the girl to suck them clean.

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starhvney · 22 days ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 | 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

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𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

Gene: I’m here Gene: Wya? You: I think I see you just wait there

You get up from the park bench, walking along the sidewalk to your ride, trying to keep your jaw from dropping as you stare at Gene’s familiar figure. He rests on his sports bike, black helmet visor lifted as he squints down at his phone.

“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.”

He looks up at you, eyebrow raising as he looks you over. “You look cute. Why did you insist on me picking you up here instead of your place?”

“Because I don’t want to be investigated if my parents see a guy pick me up alone. Especially if they see me getting on a motorcycle,” you scoff. “I wouldn’t even make it out of the house.”

He smirks. “Fair enough.”

Despite your internal conflict and the weird tension with Laurance yesterday, you're surprised at how willing you were to come along with Gene today. Maybe a part of you craved the adrenaline rush of doing what you weren’t supposed to after all the years of being the “good kid”. Maybe you were, embarrassingly, doing it out of spite because of current circumstances. And maybe this was dumb. But you can’t deny the giddy excitement you felt knowing you probably weren’t supposed to be doing this.

He picks up an extra helmet from his bike and lifts it up to you with one hand. With the other, he pushes his visor back down. “Here,” he says. “Put this on.”

“Honestly, I’m kind of surprised you wear a helmet,” you remark, taking the helmet from him.

He snorts. “I may break the rules but I’m not fucking stupid.”

You take a moment to examine the helmet before sliding it over your head, internally groaning at how this was most definitely going to ruin your hair. Once it’s on, you take a step forward so you can get on the bike behind him, only to be stopped by his hand darting out to your waist.

“Did you fasten it?”

Your hands raise to the helmet in confusion. “…No.”

Still sitting on the bike, Gene pulls you towards him, one of his hands moving under your chin where the helmet strap is. One-handed, he tugs the strap tight, his other hand tapping your side once he's done.

“Okay. Now sit as close as you can behind me and wrap your arms around me tight. Got it?”

You nod, doing as he told you to and sliding onto the seat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging onto him like a backpack snug on his back.

“Ready, doll?”

You nod again.

“I need an actual yes, sweetie.”

You sigh, before leaning forward and confirming with a “Yes.”

Whether it’s adrenaline or anxiety coursing through your body, you’re unsure. But it’s a bit too late to back down when he flicks up the kickstand with his foot and revs up the bike, taking off into the street.

If anyone that you knew saw you right now, you’re sure they’d either assume you were coerced into this, or that you finally lost your mind.

Maybe it’s the latter, because feeling Genes muscles shift under your arms and the wind brushing through your clothes and against your skin was… making you feel giddy. You’re having fun, you realize, and as the motorcycle picks up speed you realize something else: despite the fact that you’re letting a senior delinquent pick you up on one of the most dangerous vehicles to ride, you completely trust that he'll keep you safe.

Every now and then he reaches for your hand—secured on his waist—and squeezes it in what you think is a way to check on you, and so despite the intimate nature of it, you link your fingers with his and squeeze back, earning yourself a satisfied chuckle that rumbles from his back against your chest. The entire ordeal has your ears warming and face flushing. By the time you get to the mall and have to dismount the bike, you're debating just leaving the helmet on forever, for fear that you're completely flushed underneath.

Still, Gene unlatches it for you and gently pulls it off your head, doing the same for himself and placing both on the bike. He pushes the sleeves of his flannel up before turning around, and you can't help but linger on his surprisingly strong forearms. He reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“Having fun so far?” He smirks, leaning down to meet your gaze.

You swallow, realizing he’d just caught you clearly ogling him, and there’s a deep, primal urge to scream. Executing a little more self control than you had yesterday, you allow yourself to nod.

“Yeah.” You smile, crossing your arms and attempting to distract the attention from you. “Do you ride around a lot?”

He seems satisfied with your reaction, straightening up and nodding for you to follow him.

“Yeah. When I can, at least. I got it recently, so I don’t want to run it into the ground just yet, you know? I had the money to buy it, but whether I have the money or not to repair it is…” He makes a face, gritting his teeth. The expression is kind of… cute. “And, uh, my mom was not too happy about me buying it.”

“Hm? Why not?”

He snorts. “It’s dangerous. Plus, she’s worried Dante will want to get one, too.”

“Ah,” you hum, your friend’s face popping into your head. Aside from their looks, Dante and Gene seem so different that you forget they're brothers half of the time. “Do you want him to get one?”

“Honestly?” He tilts his head, pondering on your question. “No. I’ve done and currently am doing a lot of really dumb shit that I don’t want Dante doing.”

“Dumb shit, huh?”

He smirks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Say that again?”

“…Dumb shit?” you mutter in confusion, earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Has anyone told you that the cuss words that come from such an innocent face like yours is funny?” he snickers.

“Wh—huh?”

“Say another one.”

You blink at his request. “Um, the fuck?”

He tilts his head back, fully laughing this time. “Oh, that’s actually adorable!”

“Shut up.” You look away, an embarrassed flush rushing over your cheeks.

“Aw, come on, doll, I mean it in the best way,” he insists. You're not inclined to believe him when an amused smile's still plastered on his plump lips. His hand lands on the small of your back. “Hey, you hungry?”

You bite your cheek. Well, you haven't eaten since lunch, and today's choices in the cafeteria were honestly not very satisfactory.

“Sure. I could eat something. I didn’t eat much at lunch, anyways.”

“Let’s go, then,” he says, steering the two of you to a familiar café.

Oh, shit.

The café Laurance works at. Was he on today?

You stumble your steps, swallowing nervously. “On second thought…”

Gene glances over at you, eyebrow quirked as he continues guiding you forward. “You just said you didn’t eat much today.”

“I’m actually not that hungry…” you laugh awkwardly, panic seeping into your bones the closer you make it to the doorway.

“You just said you could eat something.”

“But I don’t—”

“Don’t want Laurance to see us?” Gene leans over with a wide, shit-eating grin, and you can’t help the way your jaw drops and eyes widen. “Why not? If he’s here then this is a perfect opportunity for you to get back at him, no?”

It’s too late to argue further when he continues encouraging you into the cafe, and, oh! What better is your luck than to see the very boy you were worried about behind the counter!

“Oh, this’ll be fun,” Gene muses, flashing Laurance a cocky grin when the boy looks up, his eyes widening at the sight of you both.

Gene’s steps don’t falter as he parades the two of you right up to the register, his head tilting almost mockingly at the soccer captain on the other side. Laurance's eyes jump from Gene to you and you to Gene, gaping for a moment before he snaps his mouth shut. His nostrils flare, clenching his jaw.

“Laurance.”

“Gene.”

If a sinkhole were to randomly open up beneath you and suck you deep into the earth, you wouldn’t complain. In fact, this would be the perfect time for it to happen.

“Why do you look so hostile towards me and my date here, Laurance?” Gene prods, his eyes lighting up in amusement when the boy’s eyes darken.

“I’m just wondering what brought you two here,” he grits, eyes drifting to you again.

You can’t keep the intense eye contact, instead choosing to duck your head.

Fuck.

“We’re just hanging out.” Gene is so clearly eating this up, and he still has his hand firmly placed against your back, like some sort of claim. “Why do you look so upset? Don’t you have a girlfriend? You can’t have ‘em all, Laurance.”

What the fuck?!

“Aren’t you going to ask us what we want?” Gene continues when he gets nothing but enraged silence from the other end of the conversation.

“What… do you want?” Laurance says carefully, straining with the effort of holding himself back. He does not want to lose his job.

“I’ll take a mocha, medium, and… oh! I’ll take a blackberry turnover, too,” he casually replies, before his hand slides up to your shoulder, lightly pushing you forward—stopping you from backing away like you slowly had been subconsciously doing this whole interaction. “What do you want, sweetie?”

You could throw up. You’re going to throw up.

“J–just a latte.”

“Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

Not anymore, bitch!

“Let’s also get one of those sandwich slices and a macaron in case she changes her mind,” Gene continues, flashing a smile at Laurance, who only glares back.

“Seventeen dollars and sixty cents.”

Gene finally lets go of your shoulder, his hand leaving a searing sensation as he goes to pay. Relief fills you when no other words are spoken between the two, and Laurance turns to prepare the order. As he walks off, Gene saunters over to the pick up section of the counter. You glare up at him.

“Did you know he was going to be here? You did that on purpose,” you whisper, voice wavering and nose wrinkling.

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “Oh, c’mon, that wasn’t too bad, doll.”

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

Your orders are set down in front of the two of you, and you quickly snatch everything up before making a beeline for the exit, desperate to leave. Gene picks up his own food before following after you, able to easily keep up with you despite how fast you’re walking.

“You mad at me?”

You don’t say anything, still attempting to speed ahead of him.

“Doll,” he drawls. “C’mon, he can’t see us anymore. Let’s just sit and eat, yeah?”

You stop in your tracks, whipping around and glaring up at him. His eyebrows raise, hands coming up in defense.

“Woah. That upset at me, huh?”

“That was awful. You’re awful,” you say, frowning deeply. “I hated that whole thing.”

He sighs, shoulders dropping as he steps closer, leaning down to meet your eyes at your level. The cocky smile from earlier is gone, and he seems… strangely serious.

“I’m sorry… for making you uncomfortable,” he says quietly, just to you, voice deceivingly earnest and eyes twinkling as they dart across your face. “I promise I really am. I might like to make Laurance upset, but I didn’t want you to be. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Your lips part, and instead of stuttering and trying to find a response, you simply turn to sit on a nearby bench, looking up at the tree and skylight above you and clutching your drink and snacks in your hand.

“You willing to forgive me?” he presses, slowly sitting next to you.

“Depends on if this is any good,” you mutter, looking down at the wrinkled bag with your sandwich and macaron inside.

He chuckles. “Well, then let's hope it is.”

The two of you start to eat, and you’re surprised at how Gene allows you to stew in silence, giving you space to cool down rather than continuing to press your buttons like he’d done with Laurance just before. It’s almost… unnerving how natural the lack of conversation between you feels, like two friends (or a couple) who were happy to just spend time in each other’s presence. You hate how good the food is, and how it calms you enough to admit it to him when you were both done.

“Guess that means you have to forgive me now, hm?”

You stare at him, eyes narrowed. He merely chuckles, wiping away a crumb from your cheek before ruffling your hair.

“Your intimidation tactics need some work. You only look cuter when you pout like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, come on, I just did for a solid, like… ten minutes. That’s gotta be enough for now,” he teases, standing from the bench and taking one last swig of his drink before tossing it in the trash. “You ready to pick out an outfit?”

You stare at him as he outstretches his hand towards you, before sighing and reluctantly taking it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. You work on finishing your drink as you walk, your mind drifting back to the boy who made it—the guilt still ate at your insides. You can't believe that you'd been too nervous to look him in the eye at least once before running away.

The two of you make it to a store front before you can dwell on it further, the inside dim and playing grungy music through the speakers. You look up with a raised eyebrow at the red, neon sign lettered 'Hot Topic' above you.

“They still give me an employee discount here,” Gene says, when you don't speak. “Even though I worked here like, two summers ago.”

Your lips wobble, and a snort leaves your lips before you can stop it. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning to you with a “let’s hear it, then,” look on his face.

“Don’t you claim that you aren’t emo? But you worked at Hot Topic?”

He scoffs, though an amused smile plays on his lips. “Hey, I worked here two summers ago. And they have outfits here that are good for non-normies that aren’t completely emo.”

“Sounds like something an emo in denial would say.”

“Oh, shut up and let’s take a look,” he sighs, looking a little defeated for once.

You’re too satisfied at your small victory over Gene Hyun himself to complain when he pushes you into the store, his hand firm on your back as he guides you through the racks of clothing. Some of the stuff was a little corny, but as you browsed, you had to admit that a few were actually pretty cute. As in, you'd-buy-them-yourself-even-without-Gene's-influence, kind of cute.. You honestly wouldn’t think that Gene got some of his stuff from here, but they had a few selections that you could see him wearing and looking good in.

After a few minutes, Gene pulls something from one of the racks, turning you towards him and holding two pieces of clothing up against your body, looking you up and down with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah. You’re trying this on.”

You glance down, your cheeks reddening at the idea of even wearing it out, let alone in front of him and a bunch of other people at a party. A thin, deep blue, and very short dress with ripped sleeves, paired with a black undershirt and what seemed to also be ripped tights.

“Oh, come on. At least give it a try,” he eggs on at your hesitation. “You’d look really good in this. Trust me.”

You take the clothes, looking at him uncertainly.

“And it matches my eyes…” he coos, nudging you towards the changing rooms and picking up a pair of tall combat boots on the way.

Sighing in resignation, you decide—for whatever strange reason—to entertain him, dragging your feet into one of the stalls and shrugging off your clothes, replacing them with your new party outfit. Heat rushes to your cheeks once you have on the full ensemble and you take a look into the mirror. It was revealing, yes, but it complemented your body well. You had to admit, you looked good. And you had to wonder how Gene got such a good eye for fashion. A knock on the stall door startles you from continuing to stare at your reflection.

“Well?” the ‘gang’ leader calls from the other side.

Gathering some courage, you pull open the lock and peek out, glaring up at him. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”

He laughs at your accusation. “Hey, what do you mean by that? I think you’re a cute one. C’mon, let me see the full fit, now.”

With a wave of two of his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion he backs up, nodding for you to fully open the door for him to see you. A low whistle comes from his lips when you oblige, and he fully smiles, nodding his head in approval.

“You can act mad and shy, but you have to admit I have a good eye.”

You look down, picking at the edges of the rips in your tights, where the skin of your legs are revealed. “What kind of party is this, exactly, Gene?”

He tilts his head, walking up to you. “It’s gonna be teenagers making themselves look stupid and doing stupid things at some poor, oblivious parent’s house. That’s for sure.”

Your heart drops. You’ve never even gotten detention before, and now you were going to go to a house party where people would be drinking, smoking, and probably be up to other debauchery. You didn’t want to take part in tearing up someone’s house, and the thought of some drunk teen coming up to you while you were wearing this and trying to pressure you into something was enough to send a sick shiver down your spine. A part of you wants to throw this outfit right in Gene’s face and telling him to forget about the agreement all together, but before you can muster up with the confidence to, he’s moving closer into your space.

Leaning down to your height, he raises his eyebrows in concern, trying to catch your eyes. “You worried?”

You glance up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the nervousness any longer as you nod. Gene's close enough that you can make out each individual freckle scattered across his face, and the shine of his lip ring as he smiles at you.

“I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to, sweetheart. If you don’t want to drink, don’t drink. If you don’t want to smoke, don’t smoke. And if you’re worried about some guy trying to mess with you?” He reaches up and ruffles your hair. “I’ll fuck him up. So you don’t have to worry about that either.”

God, the image of Gene beating the shit out of some guy for creeping on you was both startling and honestly a little… attractive. The way he’s so confident in his ability to protect you…

“Why do you want me to go?” you murmur. “I’m not a party person. Zenix said it. You know it. I mean, wouldn't you have more fun if you went with someone more... outgoing?”

He shakes his head, amused chuckles leaving his lips. “Do you really think I’m just messing with you when I say I’m interested in you? I want to have fun with you. And maybe I wanna see you have a little fun.”

You look down. Maybe you're too hard on yourself. Is that really Gene’s goal here? Not to mess with you or make Laurance hate him even more, but to get you out of your shell?

Gene watches you think to yourself for a moment, before stepping forward and pokes your cheek.

"Come on, why don’t you change out of that?" he says, gesturing towards the changing stall. "I'll buy it for you, and then you can hang out with Zenix, Sasha, and me for a bit. Sound good?”

☆

When you get off Gene’s bike and pull off your helmet, you find yourself in a skate park, the sky above beginning to darken as the sun disappears beyond the horizon. There’s a few people hanging around, most of them looking either high school or college age. A group of them smells strongly of weed, and they cheer half-heartedly as one teen pulls a few tricks.

You told your parents you’d be hanging out with one of your friends at 'her' house after school, and you feel a little anxious at the thought of them finding out you’d really been spending time with a boy, and one with a delinquent reputation, at that. An arm slings around your shoulders, and you’re guided to a familiar duo lazing on a park bench. When you get closer, you realize that it smells of fresh spray paint; your eyes widen at a fresh tag on the concrete below, reading 'SK'.

The culprit of the graffiti very boldly still has paint on his fingers, a used can sticking out the pockets of his baggy jeans.

“Sup. Having fun with your goodie-two-shoes here? She still hasn’t wimped out?”

Gene stares at him unamused, pulling you closer to his side. “Zenix.”

“What?” He gets up, ignoring Sasha as she lightly kicks his shin, and pulls out the can of spray paint, shoving it towards you. “If she’s cool, why doesn’t she prove it?”

Your heart rate speeds up, palms sweaty as you swallow. Before you try and flounder for an excuse, Gene speaks up again, his voice firm.

“We’re not doing that.”

Zenix pauses, staring at Gene before rolling his eyes, tossing the can to his bag and snatching up his skateboard from the ground. “So fucking lame.”

“Hey,” Sasha calmly greets, sending Zenix a judgmental look as he stalks off to the skate ramps, then lightly smiling in your direction.

“Hey,” Gene says, sounding less than happy as he squeezes your shoulder and guides you to sit on the bench. “I’ll be right back.”

You sit, watching Gene follow after Zenix before looking over at Sasha. She’s already looking at you, an eyebrow raised and a smile on her lips. She’s… really pretty. Soft white hair brushes across her forehead and flows across her shoulders, framing her pale skin and doll-like features. Mascara and dark eyeliner frames her eyes, the color a startlingly beautiful lilac—almost siren-like. Honestly, a part of you is surprised that neither Gene nor Zenix are dating her, but the way she glances at them like an annoyed sister immediately shoots down any assumptions.

“Don’t mind Zenix,” she comments, crossing her legs. “He doesn’t like that Gene’s changed recently.”

“Changed?” You look over, eyebrows furrowing when you see the two boys leaning on a railing, smoke puffing from their lips as cigarettes burn between their fingers. They’re deep in conversation, and Gene seems to be lecturing Zenix, who's sulking like a kid and staring at the ground.

“Yeah. This year he’s kinda… chilled out a bit. I don’t mind, but Zenix is a… lively person. He’s restless. I think maybe he feels almost left behind.” She taps your shoulder. “And Gene’s mellowed out even more in the past week alone.”

You glance over at her. “In what way?”

“Usually he’d suggest new places to trespass and people to mess with and choose to do that instead of, you know, being normal? But lately he’s been wanting to go to class and chill at places like this instead.” She shrugs. “He’s just different. I think he’s matured. And maybe he’s found a reason to be better, I’m not sure.”

That information settles into you, and you stare off in thought. You both sit in silence until a wave of cigarette smoke hits your nose, the two boys’ footsteps approaching. Zenix stops in front of you, pressing the toe of his shoe into the concrete and sighing.

“My bad.”

You blink up at him. “...It’s all good.”

He wrinkles his nose, looking like he wants to say something snarky in return, but stops himself and continues on towards an awning with some vending machines underneath. Sasha looks up at Gene for a moment, before sighing and standing up.

“I’ll go with him.”

Gene nods, watching his two friends leave before taking a seat beside you, the musky scent of his cologne mixing with the cigarette still between his fingers. He takes one last drag, turning his head from you to release the smoke before flicking it to the ground and smothering it with his shoe. You can’t help but stare, and he sends an apologetic look back.

“…Sorry. Bad habit,” he rasps quietly, clearing his throat and looking up to the sky.

You look up with him. It's the end of twilight now, the last lingering rays of the sun leaving touches of orange on the dark purples and blues that swallowed the light. The street lights scattered around the skate park are pretty dim, allowing you to make out a few stars beginning to show themselves in the night.

“It’s okay,” you mutter, despite the small nervous voice in the back of your head that worried the smell would stick to your clothes, alerting your parents to what you’d really been up to. “…Have you been trying to stop?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Don’t want Dante to catch on and pick up the habit. Plus, I regret getting… a few other people into it too. It’s not good for them.”

You think of Laurance.

“Not good for you, either.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that too.”

You both watch as the orange fades to a distant pink, and more stars shine against the dark backdrop.

“It’s pretty. The sky,” you note quietly. “And the moon. It’s a perfect crescent right now.”

“Mhm.”

You glance over at him, nearly jumping out of your skin to see him already staring down at you. He looks intense, like he's thinking about something horribly important in his head. Your eyes widen when his hand comes up to your face, the rough calluses on his thumb brushing against your cheekbone as he begins to lean in.

No way this is happening right now.

You suppress a gasp when his lips meet yours, shoulders stiffening and heart thrumming in your chest. His lips are slightly chapped, but they’re plump, and you’re surprised to find yourself leaning into him despite how every other part of your being screams in a confused panic. The taste of tobacco lingers on your tongue when he pulls back, his eyes scanning your face and lingering on your mouth before he leans away.

Guilt washes over his features when he sees your shocked features and stiff body, and he looks down with regret.

“...I’m sorry. I should’ve asked,” he mumbles. “I got carried away.”

You swallow thickly, trying to focus on what he was saying through the blood still rushing in your ears.

“I… I’m just not sure how I feel yet.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “That was a dick move. I’m sorry, doll.”

You blink, staring down at his lap as you brew in your confusion. You feel guilty. Gene had hurt the people you consider your close friends in the past, and one of them was a boy you’d had a crush on for the past two years. But… a small sense of longing lingers in your gut for Gene, his genuine expression tugging at your heartstrings and stirring a strange fluttering sensation in your stomach.

…And you can’t deny, he kisses well.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You break the silence on the way back to his bike, wanting to ease the storm that was starting to brew over his head.

“Thank you for buying me the clothes. And the food.”

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, a smile threatening his lips. “It was nothing, sweetheart," he says, then tilts his head down at you. “You still on for this weekend?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“If you change your mind and want to do something else, we can,” he says, fastening his helmet on before helping you with yours.

You hesitate, a sense of bravery and determination guiding your next words as he secures the strap under your chin. “We already got the perfect fit, didn’t we? Might as well put it to good use.”

He chuckles. “Atta girl. Time to live a little.”

☆

You’re back home and in your room—thankfully without any suspicion from your parents—when you finally check your phone, and are surprised to see several texts from Laurance.

5:24 Laurance: Sooo what was that about? Laurance: Did he blackmail you into going on a date with him? 6:47 Laurance: …? Laurance: Is everything okay?

Your heart drops as you stare at the screen. Laurance has a girlfriend, but why do you feel like you’ve just been caught cheating on him? With a shaky sigh, you respond.

You: Omg Laurance I’m so sorry I’m just seeing this now!!! You: We were just hanging out, it wasn’t a date.

The read notification shows up immediately, and it feels like your heart is going to leap out of your throat. Staring at the screen, you frown when he doesn’t respond immediately. Is he angry at you? After a second he starts to type, before stopping, and picking up again a few seconds after.

Laurance: Oh, okay.

Your heart drops.

Laurance: I just wanted to be sure. Laurance: You’ll tell me if he tries anything on you, right? You: Of course. You’re one of my best friends, Laurance

He starts typing again, before pausing. You wait for a minute, then two… until you start to get confused. Maybe he accidentally clicked his keyboard, and that was the end of the conversation.

Laurance: You’re one of my best friends too :)

…Weird.

Laurance: Good night, I’ll see you at school You: Yeah, see you :) Good night

Flopping down on your bed, you stare at the ceiling, eyes wide and blank. You know, the love triangle trope is pretty well hated by the reading community for a reason. There’s always a clear choice to make, and anytime you’ve had to suffer through them in any piece of fiction you’ve always wanted to claw at your face from how stressful and stupid it was. After all, it can’t be that difficult!

…

How stressful and stupid this all is.

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