#party au

[wildandsmile]

࿇ ✥ ࿇ Worlds Apart ࿇ ✥ ࿇

Summary: Your father serves as the coach for the Manshine football/soccer team, and in your role as the dutiful daughter, you make a point to visit him regularly. However, each time you stop by, one of the star players seems to have a penchant for flirting with you.

Word Count: 4.2k

TW: Age gap (Reo 22 and Readers 29) by the way cannon Reo likes older women so.

Kinks: Fingering, Degrading, Cream-pie, Praising, Sir Name, Squirting, Exhibition, Sub Reader, Dom Reo, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), humiliation, Choking and Rough sex.

Enjoy!

A couple of years had passed since Reo's departure from Blue Lock. His journey took him to the semi-finals, where he was eventually eliminated by Bachira. However, Ego recognized the immense talent Reo possessed and believed it shouldn't be squandered. As a result, he allowed Reo to continue pursuing his striking career. Shortly thereafter, your father, a renowned co-coach in England, teamed up with Chris Prince. They wasted no time in recruiting Reo, having already witnessed his potential while he was a starter for their team, Manshine City, during his time at Blue Lock.

And thus, you encounter the ostentatious wealthy young man who always seems to have a girl by his side. Each day, you would pay a visit to your father, given his advancing age, ensuring his well-being. However, occasionally, you extended your stay to assist the boys with their routines or offer them water after their practice games.

Whenever you approached Reo, though, he would indulge in playful flirting, charmingly remarking, "I'll treat you good if you give me the opportunity." This, understandably, ignited your father's anger, prompting him to punish Reo with rounds of field laps, much to the amusement of onlookers.

"Hey, dad, how has your day been?" you inquire, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. He turns toward you, a broad smile gracing his lips, and replies, "I've had a good day, dear. By the way, I know you just arrived, but could you fetch some water for the boys?" You offer a swift nod before making your way to the supply room, retrieving the water jug, and returning just in the nick of time.

"Once again, you grace us with your presence, princess," he remarks, deftly taking the cup of water from your hand and punctuating the gesture with a subtle wink. You roll your eyes and swiftly retort, "You're well aware I'm here for my dad, Reo." Yet, true to form, it's as if every word you utter that he doesn't wish to acknowledge simply passes through one ear and exits the other. "We both understand that it's just a self-assurance you cling to, convincing yourself it's all about watching me play, princess," he asserts, using his shirt to mop away perspiration and inadvertently unveiling his well-defined six-pack in the process. In exasperation, you throw your hands up and walk away, prompting Reo to trail closely in your wake.

"And what's your desire now, Reo?" you inquire, quickening your pace in an attempt to create distance between yourself and the purple-haired man. As anticipated, he manages to intercept by firmly grasping your wrist. "Well, give me a moment," Reo pleads with puppy-dog eyes, managing to melt your resistance just a tad. Succumbing to his persistence, you let out a hurried yet slightly curt, "What is it, Reo?" He disregards your brusqueness and proceeds, "I just wanted to extend an invitation to you for the upcoming victory celebration our team plans to host." With that, you come to a complete halt, pivoting to face Reo, your arms crossed and an eyebrow skeptically raised.

"You're talking as though victory is already in the bag," you retort with a sassy undertone, the effect of which sends a subtle shiver down Reo's spine, unbeknownst to you. He relishes witnessing your pouty demeanor, the way you appear and speak when you're irritated entices him even more. Yet, he finds himself engaged in this playful cat-and-mouse dynamic and is content to indulge it for a little while longer.

"Oh, come now, you don't truly believe we're destined to lose, do you, princess?" he chimes in, grasping your hand and gently massaging your knuckles. Eager to respond, you start, "Well, I don't think your team will..." Your sentence is abruptly truncated as Reo claps his hands together, interjecting, "Well then, if that's the sentiment, I'm eagerly anticipating your presence at the party." You're about to interject and voice your hesitation, but before you can, he departs, leaving you alone with your contemplations.

Before long, the anticipated game day arrives. Just as you had predicted, Reo and his team effortlessly overpower the opposing side, amassing such a significant lead that the match concludes ahead of schedule. As the dust settles, your father rushes onto the field, orchestrating a heartfelt group embrace with the team. Glancing towards them, a grin stretches across your face as their jubilant cheers and chants fill the air.

As the post-game festivities wind down, your attention shifts to Reo, who approaches with an infectious grin. You're well aware that his next words are bound to carry a hint of arrogance. "You see, princess, I told you victory was ours," he declares, his face beaded with sweat. You couldn't deny the charm in his triumphant expression, but you're determined not to inflate his already sizable ego. Nonchalantly, you retort, "Indeed, you did make that prediction," your tone carrying a playful undertone that downplays your enthusiasm for their impressive win.

"Since victory is ours, it seems only fitting that you accompany me to the after-party," Reo proposes, leaning against the fence and casting you pleading puppy-dog eyes. In response, you playfully place a finger on his lips, your expression softening into an adorable aw-struck gaze. "Um, no," you reply, relishing the playful moment. Ignoring your refusal, Reo persists, now puffing his lips in a childlike pout, his puppy-dog eyes unwavering. The charming standoff continues until your resolve finally crumbles.

"Alright, alright, I'll go, but on one condition: you must score 10 goals in your next match," you challenge. As your words sink in, you witness a transformation in Reo. His eyes widen with a newfound determination, as if flames of passion burn within him. "Really?" he exclaims, a smile that illuminates your very soul gracing his lips. Affirming your wager with a subtle nod, Reo bolts over to your father, urgently requesting gym access to train late into the night. Observing his earnest efforts for your attention, you can't help but find his determination endearing, knowing that you hold the power to grant him his desire.

True to form, like a well-oiled machine, the much-anticipated match unfolded according to schedule. Recognizing the gravity of the occasion, you chose to sit beside your father and Chris Prince, demonstrating unwavering team spirit. The boys poured their hearts into the game, and everything was proceeding splendidly. However, when your gaze fixed on Reo as he maneuvered down the opposite side of the field to wrest control of the ball from the opposing team, you couldn't resist turning to your father with a question.

"Dad, how many goals has Reo scored so far?" Despite the initial reproachful glance, your father set aside his reservations and provided the answer. "He's netted 9 so far," he informed you. Upon hearing those words, your heart sank momentarily as your attention remained fixed on Reo, who was advancing toward the rival goal. While you harbored a certainty that he would successfully score that goal, a flicker of hope kindled within you—a hope that he might not, considering their substantial lead. After all, the opposing team was already significantly behind, making a single goal seem inconsequential.

Your hopes were nearly extinguished when you witnessed Reo clinch the game's final goal, marking his remarkable 10th score. As the team rallied around him, playfully tousling his violet hair and lifting him into the air in jubilation, your fleeting optimism faded. However, your spirits were soon lifted when the entire group approached you and your father. They expressed their gratitude to him for his unwavering training efforts and extended their appreciation to you for ensuring his availability to guide them.

A comforting warmth enveloped you, as you realized the tangible impact of your involvement in the team's journey. Sharing a sincere smile and offering a gracious acknowledgment, you watched as they headed towards the locker room. Yet, a moment before they disappeared, Reo silently mouthed, "Wait for me." Though fully aware of his intentions, you remained seated, patiently awaiting his return. After approximately half an hour, Reo emerged once again. With an exuberant grin, he sprinted towards you, sweeping you up into his arms. Beaming at you, he exclaimed, "Did you catch my performance out there, princess? Wasn't I utterly astonishing?"

"Absolutely, Reo," you reply, struggling to stifle your laughter, feeling as though you're witnessing a child eagerly showing off a newfound skill to their mother. However, the lighthearted moment is swiftly replaced when the purple-haired young man inquires, "So, are you still planning on attending the party tonight?" You hesitate for a brief moment, then tap his chest gently as a signal for him to put you down.

He responds accordingly, lowering you to the ground. As he sets you down, his facial expression undergoes a shift, prompting you to offer your explanation. "Well, Reo, I was actually thinking I might not—" But before you can finish your sentence, Reo interjects assertively, "There's no backing out now, princess. We made our little wager, and I won fair and square. I'll see you at 8, okay?" You attempt to voice your thoughts, but before you can formulate a complete response, he's already striding away, the distance between you growing too great to carry on the conversation.

With determination, you headed home, fully aware that escaping the party was out of the question. Once inside, you ventured into the depths of your closet, selecting a variety of outfits. However, after an hour of fruitless searching, you resorted to FaceTiming your best friend for outfit advice. After a barrage of reactions ranging from outright rejections to tentative approvals, the two of you finally settled on a chic velvet two-piece ensemble.

Following your decision, you dedicated time to meticulously curling your hair, and then you settled in front of your mirror to carefully apply your makeup. Just as you were about to apply the finishing touch of lip gloss to complete the look, a knock echoed through your door. Swiftly, you hurried over, deftly applying the lip gloss in the process. Unsurprisingly, upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of Reo, elegantly clad in a black suit. His coat was artfully left open, revealing a crisp white button-up shirt that wasn't fully buttoned, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest.

Raising your hand in a gesture for Reo to wait by the door, you notice his understanding nod before you hurry back to your room. With swift precision, you retrieve your wallet, select a pair of shoes, and gather some safety essentials. Returning downstairs, you subtly showcase your outfit to Reo, a sly hint that you're dressing up for the occasion, although you'd never admit to it. Your actions are a playful payback for the teasing he's subjected you to. As you reach for the door to lock it, you cast a wink his way, a subtle acknowledgment of your little game.

Soon enough, you find yourself seated in Reo's car, gazing at the city lights as they blur by. The enchanting view momentarily captures your attention, until Reo's hand gently rests on your thigh, drawing you back to reality. In response, you subtly adjust your leg, granting him slightly more access to your thigh. However, as his touch ventures further, radiating warmth, you swiftly slap his hand away, a playful yet assertive reminder of your boundaries.

"You're quite the teasing expert, princess," Reo remarks, his hand resuming its place on the gearstick. The journey leads you to an upscale club adorned with Manshine Clubhouse signage.

Gazing at the vibrant-haired man, a perplexed expression crosses your face, prompting him to explain. "One of the guys saved up and invested a bunch of money into this place. With renovations and some significant investments, we ended up with the Manshine Clubhouse."

A nod from you acknowledges his preemptive response to an unspoken question—a characteristic of Reo that you appreciate. His uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts and provide answers creates a unique connection between the two of you.

Lost in your thoughts, you're snapped back to reality as your date playfully tugs you into the club. The sights and sounds of dancing people envelop you, allowing you to soak in the atmosphere. Just as you're considering asking Reo to dance, a group of girls materializes, engulfing you in the crowd and temporarily interrupting your plans.

Understanding that trying to rejoin Reo might be a futile endeavor, you venture deeper into the club. Your eyes lock onto Nagi's girlfriend amidst the crowd, her presence providing a semblance of comfort. Approaching her, you engage in a casual conversation, quickly establishing a rapport. As the conversation flows, you summon the courage to broach the topic of hitting the dance floor.

To your surprise, she readily agrees, and you both kick things off by sharing a shot before immersing yourselves in the dance floor frenzy. The music resonates, the ambiance is electric, and the night seems to come alive. Amidst the pulsating beats, you relish in the carefree joy of letting loose and having fun.

As the hours roll on, fatigue begins to take a toll on your legs, prompting you to express your need to take a break to your newfound companion. With the music blasting at full tilt, you manage to convey your intention to sit down, though you suspect she only caught the "sit" part, given the deafening noise.

You locate a comfortable seat and ease yourself into it, initially basking in the ambiance of the club. However, your tranquility is shattered by an onslaught of giggles from across the room. Turning your gaze, a disconcerting sight meets your eyes: Reo flanked by two girls, perched on his lap, their hands eagerly exploring his body. It's as though they're vying for his attention, throwing themselves at him shamelessly.

Strangely, an unfamiliar pang of irritation courses through you, fueled by the undeniable urge to be the one occupying that seat, engaging in those affectionate gestures, sharing kisses, and reveling in the private jokes that elicit his radiant smile. You can't deny the surge of happiness his expressions bring, yet beneath it lies a growing anger.

Watching him interact with those girls, his touch tracing their contours, as if he's committing their forms to memory, ignites a fire within you. As you observe, your frustration simmers. The disparity between your worlds becomes glaringly apparent. Reo embodies intelligence, affluence, and popularity, while you're simply a down-to-earth individual with a deep connection to your father. Doubts swirl in your mind, wondering if his professions of love are genuine or if he merely desires to toy with your affections.

However, the last straw snaps as you glance up at Reo and the girls once more. His gaze locks onto yours, as if penetrating the depths of your soul. In that moment, his lips move in a silent confession, "This could be you," just as one of the girls plants a deliberate kiss on his neck. Fueled by a surge of frustration, you seize your resolve, grabbing your belongings and marching to the exit. Dialing a ride, you step outside, the biting wind cutting through you, offering no reprieve from your emotions.

Your attention is drawn back when Reo emerges from the building, his eyes finding you amidst the darkness. With purpose, he strides toward you. "Why are you leaving, princess?" he queries, his expression a mix of bewilderment and something more sinister. It's as if he's an enigmatic force, fully aware that his actions are the driving force behind your departure, a realization that only fans the flames of his ego.

Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you respond, your words carrying an edge of bitterness. "I've had my fill of enjoyment for the night, and my feet are aching. But what about you? Aren't there two eager girls waiting for your attention?" The words drip with venom, a testament to your simmering anger.

"Well, well, well, seems you had your eyes on me, huh, princess?" Reo quips, a smug grin playing across his face. "And what if I was?" you retort, meeting his gaze with a hint of disdain, your gaze never faltering as you hold his gaze.

Unrelenting, Reo chooses to keep prodding, his determination evident. "Well, why didn't you come and join?" he challenges, further stoking the flames. It's in that moment that your attention zeroes in on the telltale lipstick marks adorning Reo's neck. As you count each visible kiss mark, a surge of anger courses through you, intensifying with each passing moment.

The mounting frustration propels you into motion, compelling you to walk away in a bid to regain your composure. Yet, as anticipated, Reo remains in pursuit, his words like arrows aimed at your vulnerabilities. "Aw, come on, princess, don't tell me a tinge of jealousy is creeping in," he goads, his words deliberately provocative. Ignoring him, you maintain your brisk pace, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his jabs.

However, Reo's provocations continue undeterred. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're developing feelings for me or something," he jests, a knowing glint in his eyes. Suddenly, his grip tightens around your arm, halting your movement despite your efforts to pull away. Struggling against his unyielding grasp, you attempt to break free, but his hold remains resolute, overpowering your struggles.

"Your silence speaks volumes, confirming my suspicion," Reo assets, stepping directly in your path. His words hit home, as they reveal a truth you've kept hidden—the fact that you've fallen for this self-assured, albeit aggravating, individual. You refuse to grant him the satisfaction of admitting your feelings, at least not yet.

Determined to evade his scrutiny, you avert your gaze, ensuring your expression remains concealed. However, your attempt is short-lived, as his hand lands on your cheek, compelling you to meet his gaze. "Oh, no, princess. You won't escape by turning away. You owe me an answer, a genuine one," Reo insists, his grip firm as he holds your gaze captive. He demands a direct response, his eyes betraying a swirling mix of emotions, the complexity of which you can't quite decipher.

Despite his persistence, you maintain your silence, unwilling to let your emotions become an open book. This stance, however, is beginning to test Reo's patience. He's accustomed to bending situations to his will, and the prolonged cat-and-mouse game is chipping away at his composure, gradually igniting a spark of frustration within him.“Well princess since you don’t want to answer me I guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you and with that Reo drags you to a near by alley way.

Reo's lips curled into a seductive grin as his fingers danced along the contours of your quivering abdomen, tantalizingly inching closer to the delicate fabric that barely concealed your enticing curves. He eagerly tugged it lower, craving the sensation of his hand slipping beneath the soft velvet fabric. Your breath hitched as his fingers grazed your tantalizingly bare thighs, inching dangerously close to your aching core.

You gasped with anticipation as he boldly slid his hand beneath your delicate fabric, his fingertips caressing the slick contours of your aroused core. His head inched nearer to yours, his lips tantalizingly grazing against your earlobe, causing a delicious shiver to course through your body. The warmth of his breath, coupled with his intoxicating scent, enveloped you entirely, leaving you utterly captivated.

What do you mean, "don't want to turn you into a dumb slut just yet, princess?" He poked his finger inside your sticky cunt and laughed as he felt the tight grip of your walls on his finger.

You muttered, "Fuck," knowing that keeping your mouth shut was going to be difficult, but you were so attracted to him that you didn't want the moment to end. You were in dire need of him. You closed your eyes and murmured, "Fuck, Reo," once again.

When he started pushing it in and out of you, your breath got erratic and you started making low whimpers and groans. When Reo inserted his middle finger and sped up her speed, you tossed your head back in an instant because you wanted to hear more of the wonderful noises you made exclusively for him. And he was not the least bit dissatisfied. Once he got to the part that always made you roll your eyes back in your head, you started muttering her name under your breath.

“You’re making such a pretty mess princess , look at you” he spoke in a lower tone. The combination of his voice that sent shivers down your spine and the movements of skilled fingers caused a familiar knot to form in your stomach.

I enjoy how you stretch between my fingers. You take me so well," he gushed, his other hand raising your skirt fabric again for a better look at your cunt. He noticed that your secretions were soaking through his palm and pooling at your feet as they dropped from your thighs. He let out a whistle at the site, unable to contain his amusement.

You could hardly believe how drenched you were for him as you lowered your gaze to the spot where he met your body and moaned in horror. You knew Reo turned you on so badly, but witnessing your body respond to his touch was something else entirely.

The only sounds you made in the alley were the wet noises coming from your cunt as his big, thick fingers stretched it out. It was almost embarrassing how effortlessly his fingers slid into your cunt. And you would feel shame for it if you weren't being fucked out by him, but you didn't give a damn.

“I'm- I'm so close! Don't stop, please” you say to him as your nails dug into his shoulder blades and your eyes shut closed.

Reo whispered in your ear, "Cum for me, princess," as you finally sought your high, mouth agape and eyes closed. He didn't cease his moves on your body until you virtually begged him to stop, despite the fact that you were on the verge of passing out from the exertion.

Then, you squirt all over his hands and watch as he proudly watches your messed-up condition while pulling out his fingers and bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. You were too worn out to speak, so your face was red, your eyes were shiny, and your lips were bitten. Your dress was now only just covering your upper body, and your tits were practically bursting out from behind it.

After you had a moment to catch your breath, he lined up his cock with your now hypersensitive cunt and pushed his throbbing cock within, without giving you a chance to acclimate to his size before he began thrusting into your sloppy, wet cunt.

You started crying because the feeling of him within you was driving you mad. When Reo's left hand rubbed rough circles on your clit, he let out a series of low grunts. And his right found its way to your thirst, where it rested on your throat, making your breath heavier and your cunt tighten until you and Reo were both on the verge of cumming.

"You look fantastic in this position, like a filthy little cum slut who is just itching to be filled, but what you don’t get to cum. So feel free to cry on my cock while I decide if you can continue to breathe.

As your nails drove painfully into his wrist, you whimpered. You felt your dizziness returning slowly. When I tell you to, princess, you'll cum on my cock. While his lips were making contact with hers, he spoke. You could hear the strain in his voice, the quiet gasps.

“M’mm yes sir, promise not to cum until I’m told” you moan out with your fucked out expression which was only make Reo even more feral.

Reo repeats, "Good girl," before giving you a few more pointed thrusts. When he repeatedly lands on the sweet spot, a sound that can only be described as a scream rises up from deep within your chest. He let go of your neck a little while ago.

"Cum." The demand had barely reached your ears as your vision went white. You felt his hips stutter against your own, shooting his load in tandem with your own orgasm.

The sight of you struggling to get up with your legs spread wide and his cum leaking out of you into the chilly ground was an object of admiration as he slowly withdrew. He couldn't deny that seeing you there just increased his desire for you, but he forced himself to help you tidy up and enter your Uber, where he spoke softly.

“Once we get home, I’m going to fuck the shit out you real fucking good until you can’t say anything but my name~” you only nodded knowing that you were in for a long night.

[neocrias]

The Ultimate Test

Synopsis: In which you hear that Mark Lee - a cocky classmate from college - is a bad kisser, so he personally offers to prove you wrong.

wc: 3,3k genre: party! au; university! au; slightly suggestive

You didn't used to come to parties like this. Well, at least not on weekdays. Definitely not when you had a Calculus 3 exam in a couple of days to worry about. However, the pleading eyes of your three best friends who couldn't bear to see you go through the whole grueling college experience without going through the whole drinking-and-partying stereotypical uni thing managed to convince you this time.

And you were thankful to have a little black strapless dress tucked away in the back of your closet for specific situations like this. And you were also grateful when your friends offered to pay for your Uber - after all, being an university student also brought with it the unhappiness of lack of money and the small joy of when you get something for free.

You just weren't very grateful when you realized that you barely spoke to those people at the party and your friends had "very important" things to do, which included kissing and boys, and didn't include you staring at them while all of this was going on. Of course, this was expected, and you didn't want to be a party-pooper, so you just started walking around and drinking a few shots of beverages you weren't exactly interested in knowing what were. Again, it was for free.

Your slight shyness wasn't limiting or controlling, but it was certainly a bit inconvenient. More than once a few good-looking guys came up to talk to you, but your clumsiness simply drove them away within a few minutes. Damn.

And now here you were: listening to incredibly loud music in a modern mid-century house that you didn't know who it belonged to - or even if it was a fraternity, or anything like that - with a plastic cup of a drink that you didn't know what it was, eyeliner that you could swear would melt at any moment with the human warmth around you, a little black dress that had already gone out of fashion and an uncontrollable urge to do something outrageous, just so you could distract yourself from the fact that normally at that time you would either be sleeping or freaking out about the imminent calculus exam. "Damn that motherfucking calculus," you thought, "I'm at a party."

On the other side of the large, high-ceiling living room, a group of recognizably annoying boys were playing beer pong while dozens of girls surrounded them. All of them were engineering students, except for their leader, Mark Lee, who was the most disturbing of the seven and was a literature major (which in some way that was incomprehensible to you, attracted a lot of girls) and he obviosuly took advantage of this, which was visible by the girl leaning loosely on his waist at this very moment.

— YES! — Haechan, one of them, shouted over the loud music as he hit the ping-pong ball into a glass of beer. Mark cracked his neck twice before picking up the glass and drinking until the very last drop, defeated.

You stared at him as he shrugged and grimaced before returning the glass to the table and flashing a smile at everyone in the game, preparing for his turn to throw the ball.

It wasn't that he wasn't handsome, or attractive. Yes, he was. And he didn't fall short on either count. You could understand why he was so chasen after by the girls on campus. It's just that you'd had the opportunity to have a few dialogues with Mark Lee, and they were all pretty unpleasant. There was something about his manner, his attitude, that you just couldn't endure. He was irritating. Smug. Sloppy. And you don't have time or patience for that.

He then flexed his arm, his biceps visible thanks to his tank top, and threw the ping-pong ball, but someone blocked your view just in time to watch him hit the cup.

— You won't believe what I've just found out! — Jennie, one of your three cheeky friends, appears smiling and clearly drunk. — Mark Lee is a total soft kisser!

— What? — You almost scream, startled by the sudden mention of the boy you've been shamelessly watching for the past few moments. And even worse: worried about how your friend had acquired this information.

— I'm serious! — She laughed out loud, bending her body forward and knocking some of what looked like a fruit cocktail out of the glass in her hand. You sidestep cautiously, but some of the pink liquid still splashes on your legs. — Lin said they kissed earlier in the evening, and he barely even moved! Can you believe that?

You laugh at the irony of the facts. That was valid information to share. You feel a bit bad for Lin, your classmate, but honestly? You wouldn't trade knowing that for anything. Of course, Mark, the most conceited person who ever lived, would be the type to talk a lot and do nothing. Was there anything more coherent than that? Absolutely not!

Your laughter joins Jennie's, and you both enjoy the gossip for a while. Suddenly, Rihanna's "You Da One" starts playing through the dozens of speakers scattered around the house and you and your friend stare at each other, wide-eyed, as your laughter stops.

— THAT'S OUR SONG! — You shout at the same time. Jennie pulls you by the arm to the most spacious part of the room, where everyone was dancing, and you let yourself go for the first time all night.

The lively melody and beat combine with the rhythm of your heart, and not much later you can hardly feel the world around you. Tests, lack of money, shyness or cocky boys, none of it mattered. The few drinks you've consumed so far finally seem to take effect, and with every song that plays, your body feels looser and your mind feels further away.

Not long after that, a tall, muscular guy starts to whisper something to Jennie, who smiles back shyly. You realize that maybe this is your cue to take a break from the dance floor to grab another drink and finally quench your thirst caused by the sudden exercise.

You see the familiar counter full of disposable cups and bottles of all kinds on the other side of the hall, in what appears to be a dining room combined with a kitchen that is now full of young people and very messy. It's easy to let yourself imagine what that environment would look like if it weren't in its most chaotic state: perhaps a cozy place or a shared-house of intelligent students. But right now, that was just the alcohol talking.

As soon as you reach the counter, you grab a plastic cup and fill it with what looks like clear alcohol - perhaps a vodka, or gin - topped off with a generic soft drink from the other side of the counter. That mix will be enough at the moment to keep you from passing out, but it won't let the dance sober you up again either.

The first sip brings the sweetness of soda and the bitterness of strong alcohol down your throat.

— Vodka. That's for sure. — You conclude to yourself, looking at the cup in your hands.

— I thought you were some kind of female-hermit or something. — A voice pulls you out of your little dialog with the inanimate object in your hands, and you look up to see the person on the other side of the bar, only to roll your eyes deeply.

— That' not even a thing.

But Mark Lee just shrugs, filling his own cup with what looked like a brownish liquor.

— You get the idea. — He smiles and tilts his head, stopping to watch you. His eyes scan along your little black dress and you suddenly feel embarrassed by all the attention you're getting. He just lets out a muffled laugh, probably noticing the way you flinch slightly, and walks away with his drink - not without turning around and giving you a wink, which you answered with a frown.

After the not-so-pleasant appearance of the cocky college student, you remember the funniest piece of information of the evening: "Mark Lee is a total soft kisser!". Of course! He could be as arrogant as he wanted around you or any other girl, but you knew what he really was. You knew his secret. And he may have walked out of there thinking he'd rocked it, or that he'd made you uncomfortable as usual, but it was you who had won your little dispute. After all, you're going to have the last laugh.

…🎉…

A few more drinks away and no word from your friends. The small anger you had felt towards Mark had been transformed into an important mission to tell almost every girl you knew there about the new gossip you had been entrusted with.

You were at a stage in your drinking where your conscience was no longer so affected - so you could tell that your actions were the result of a real desire to unmask the most annoying guy you knew. Of course, the drink made you bold enough to carry out the plan, but the rest was all yours.

— So… Mark Lee, do you know who that is? — You were excitedly telling Lane, a girl from your business class. Lane nodded, curious. — The rumors are that…

She then arched her eyebrows, looking past you. Unfortunately, or not, you didn't exactly notice that.

— He's a very bad kisser! — And then you started laughing for the nth time that night, thinking about how funny that was and hoping for a good reaction from your colleague.

— Oh really? And how do you know that? — A voice echoes from behind you and you feel your spine freeze. Lane stares at you and the person behind you alternately, getting a front row view of your giant screwup.

"Shit", you thought before turning to face the known voice owner.

— Mark. — It's all you can say. You try your best not to show the shame of having been caught in such a…vulnerable moment. The brown-haired guy just stared at you intensely, arms crossed in front of his chest and a deadly look in his eyes. You don't let yourself be intimidated this time, and give him an ironic look in return.

— Funny you should be saying that, hermit.

— Funny that you're a literature student and yet misuse that word.

Okay, that wasn't your best take at the moment. But it was all you could think of as a response. You wait for a laugh from Mark, or anything else that would reveal his smug spirit - or that would show that he had been shaken by your comment about the kiss.

However, he just takes a step forward, still with his arms crossed, coming dangerously close to you and tilting his head and shoulders in your direction, to look you right in the eye as he says:

— Who did you call a "bad kisser" again? — He teases, starting to crack a sly smile. — Why don't you kiss me to prove who's the bad kisser?

You swallow a lump in your throat, not knowing what to say. That's right, it seems that his idiotic manners had appeared in the worst possible way, and now it was up to you to make things right, even though you felt nervous and your stomach twisted with a feeling you didn't understand where it was coming from.

Suddenly, a flash of confidence came over you. And there, staring at your nemesis' frowning eyebrows and the nonchalant way in which he crossed his well-shaped arms, with that stupid grin on his face and a growing challenge in his gaze, you understood what was happening to you. Damn it, you want to kiss Mark.

Of course you don't want to give him a taste of being right, or yet another reason for him to think he's the man. Of course you don't want to hurt your own pride, and you'd hold on to it like your life depended on it.

But you also wanted to be able to test that gossip you'd heard earlier that evening. And you also wanted the taste of knowing that you'd totally destabilized that arrogant man. You wanted to see the look of surprise on his face when you accepted his proposal, or would he be�� satisfied? Or bewildered? All the options seemed alluring in your imagination.

And you wanted to. Oh, you really did. You really wanted to kiss Mark Lee.

— Prove me wrong, then. — You boldly held the gaze of the boy who was testing your patience so much these past weeks. Your smile gradually widened as you watched his mouth slowly open in confusion. Oh, he hadn't expected that. Mark's eyebrows drew together and he seemed to search for words. His posture stretched, and the shadow of his body moved away from you.

— Wait, what did you say? — He pointed to his own ear and then to his surroundings, indicating the muffled sound of the party music. His face showed, however, that he had heard very well - he just wanted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating those words.

— Prove. me. wrong.

— What the actual f… — He practically whispered, but you could understand the words just by watching the movement of his lips. Mark's gaze in your direction was puzzled and surprised, but not in a childish way. He stared at you as if he were really trying to understand what on earth could be happening to you at that moment.

So, without letting him think too much about your sudden acceptance, you took the boy's wrist in one hand and began to lead him out of there.

— Let's find somewhere to go. — You said, with an assurance that had never come through your voice before, which Mark seemed to like. Then he took the lead himself, gently leading you through the party with the calm of someone who seemed to have done it many times before - and he probably had. You mentally thanked him, because if you had to continue to pull up your little confident act, your knees might have given out. Or your stomach would explode. Something in between.

Suddenly, Mark stopped in front of a door, already on the second story of the house. You didn't even notice how your feet made it all the way up the stairs, but they did. He opens the door, but not before turning to look at you one last time, trying to make sure that was happening.

He enters the room before you and turns on the light, making you realize that it was a rather narrow bathroom. Your heart beats rapidly before you take the final steps towards that unexpected destination. You enter and close the door behind you. Mark leans lazily against the wall opposite to the sink, facing the bathroom mirror. He takes a deep breath, looks at the floor with a sly smile and says:

— I thought you hated me… — But you don't let him finish, because you quickly stand in front of him and put both hands behind the back of the head of the boy you hated. You see Mark's eyes widen one last time as he is interrupted, before you can bring your lips together in a rushed kiss.

Your nervous fingers run through the end of Mark's hair, which seemed freshly cut and slightly spiky. You smiled into the kiss at the tickling sensation, while he barely had time to react to your approach.

Then, when he finally understands, Mark pulls you close, holding your waist with both hands and spreading his legs to fit you between them. His grip is firm but still, as if he's nervous.

You continue to enjoy the moment, moving according to the rhythm between you, but always wanting more. The air in the bathroom seems increasingly thin, but the chaos of your mind barely lets you notice. You leave Mark's lips to make a trail of kisses between his chin and neck, hearing him sigh above you. You feel the warmth of his skin, and the short traces of freshly shaved beard on his face. It's only when Mark gently pulls his face away and leans his forehead against yours, pausing to take a deep breath, that you realize he's barely had time to think.

— Okay, hasty. — He lets out a weak laugh between sighs. — Now it's my turn.

Without letting you answer - and in a classic revenge move - Mark leans over until you have to walk backwards. His steps are short, but they work until your back hits the sink counter. His exposed arms encircle you, holding you firmly on the worktop as he brings his body closer to yours until you're completely touching.

You let out an exclamation before he presses your lips together again, this time taking the lead.

Mark's lips feel like uncharted territory, as this time he takes control. His kiss is firm, but not at all restrained. Slowly, you feel one of his hands rise from the counter and run down your spine from the base to the nape of your neck, tracing it with his fingers and leaving you extremely sensitive. At the nape of your neck, Mark's hand fiddles with your hair, precisely catching the strands in a ponytail that he pulls back slightly.

His index finger makes a few deft turns through the strand, twisting it until it is completely in his grasp. He squeezes your strands with a force that doesn't hurt, but makes you grunt into the kiss - which he answers with a smile.

Still enraptured by the unexpected movements, you barely notice when Mark's two hands gather around your thighs, pushing them up until you're sitting on the sink counter and he has to tilt his head slightly to avoid breaking the kiss. The ease with which he had lifted you, and without pulling away. Oh my God.

Jennie's words about Mark seem further and further away, as if they had been in another life. They also seem, fortunately or not, untrue.

"Lin said they kissed earlier in the evening, and he barely even moved! Can you believe that? ", you hear your friend's voice in your head. Oh, no… Lin must have been completely out of her mind.

But there's barely time to think about anything outside that small bathroom. Or at least not when Mark is running his tongue lightly over your lower lip before moving on to your neck. The warm breath against your cold skin sends shivers down your spine, and you wriggle under the boy's grip - which still hasn't left your thigh.

With no time to lose, you pull back on Mark's neck to press your lips together again, and he seems to love it. For a few more moments, you exchange hurried kisses and firm squeezes, until Mark's kiss begins to slow down, becoming even more attractive. The movement of your lips, so sure and certain, gradually stops, until he leaves a few lingering kisses and rests with your faces close together.

— I think you've proved me wrong. — You say, in a whisper, then let out a muffled laugh, unable to stop smiling.

— That's a shame… — He begins, tilting his head with a sideways smile. — Because if you weren't convinced, I'd have to keep proving it to you.

You face each other directly, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his comment, and then say:

— Mark Lee, you're an incredibly bad kisser.

— That's exactly what I wanted to hear. — He mumbles and moves closer again. You can still hear him let out one last dry, drawn-out laugh before closing your eyes and surrendering to the darkness.

[anythinggoesbutme]

Party Crashers & Morning Regreters

Cassie Hobbes x Dean Redding x Sloane Tavish x Micheal Townsend x Lia Zhang

Warnings: Underage drinking, reckless behavior, hangovers, protective Dean, tense confrontations

Synopsis: Lia, Michael, Cassie, and Sloane crash a party and unleash chaos. By morning, Dean’s had enough of their antics — and he’s ready to lay down the law.

Song: “Mr Brightside” — The Killers

Word Count: 1,124

The night had a pulse, like a heartbeat skipping and racing at once. Lia felt it in her veins, the buzz of adrenaline mixing with the sticky sweetness of cheap beer and whatever was in the red solo cups scattered through the crowded living room.

“C’mon, Cassie,” Lia said, voice low but insistent as she pulled her friend through the throng. “You can’t tell me you’re not having fun.”

Cassie’s eyes were wide, scanning the room like she expected a test at any moment. “I— I’m fine,” she muttered, clutching her water bottle like a lifeline.

Lia smirked, tugging Cassie into the circle where Michael was laughing, head thrown back, his grin infectious. Sloane was nearby, silently calculating the odds of them getting caught.

“Relax,” Michael said, raising his cup. “It’s just a party.”

But it wasn’t just a party. Not for any of them.

For Lia, it was an escape — a brief, shimmering bubble where she didn’t have to be The Natural, The Kid with A Gift, The One Who Saw Too Much.

For Cassie, it was a step into a world where she might actually feel like everyone else — even if just for one night.

For Michael, it was a distraction from the shadows that clung too close in the quiet hours.

For Sloane, well… she just wanted to see if breaking rules really made the statistics change.

They had arrived stealthily, slipping through a side door like shadows. The house was buzzing, lights dimmed low, bass thumping through the floorboards. Faces blurred in the low light, strangers swaying to music Lia didn’t recognize.

The smell hit them immediately: sweat, spilled drinks, cigarettes, and the sharp tang of alcohol.

Lia grabbed a plastic cup from a passing hand, downed the warm liquid in one gulp, and handed it to Cassie.

“Here,” she said. “You have to start somewhere.”

Cassie hesitated but took it, her fingers trembling. She wasn’t used to this — to the heat in her cheeks, the looseness of her limbs, the way the music seemed to vibrate through her bones.

“Easy,” Michael warned. “Don’t overdo it.”

Sloane’s voice was a quiet murmur beside them. “The body processes alcohol at approximately one standard drink per hour. Pace yourselves.”

But the drinks kept coming — beers passed around like currency, shots poured with reckless generosity. Laughter grew louder. Boundaries blurred.

It started with Lia stealing a pair of ridiculous sunglasses off someone’s head and announcing herself as the Queen of the Party.

Sloane found a closet full of board games and insisted on challenging random guests to high-stakes Monopoly. (She won. Every time. No one was happy about it.)

Michael charmed his way through the crowd, swiping a bottle of expensive whiskey and offering it to Lia with a dramatic bow.

Hours later, the party was a kaleidoscope of spilled drinks, stifled giggles, and reckless dares.

Lia found herself sitting on a couch, her head spinning pleasantly, the room tilting just enough to make the world seem funny instead of terrifying. She caught Cassie’s eye, who was clutching her cup like a lifeline but smiling just the same.

Michael appeared with a bottle of whiskey, grinning like a kid about to light a fuse.

“Ready for a real challenge?” he asked.

Before anyone could say no, the bottle was in their hands, the burn of the liquid down their throats sealing the night’s recklessness.

But it wasn’t all fun and games.

Lia remembered the sharp words tossed in Sloane’s direction — “child-genius energy,” whispered like a curse. The sudden tension, the ice settling in the room like a warning.

Cassie had stood up, voice low but firm, defending Sloane.

And then came the candle — forgotten, knocked over during an ill-fated attempt to impress Cassie with a trick shot. The tiny flame licking the edge of the rug, turning into a small, dangerous fire faster than anyone reacted.

Panic and chaos erupted.

People yelling. The fire spreading. The smoke thickening.

Michael grabbed the extinguisher, spraying desperately, but the damage was done. The smell of burnt fabric hung in the air, mingling with the acrid sting of smoke.

Sirens wailed in the distance — neighbors called the cops.

The four friends fled out the back door, lungs burning from the smoke and adrenaline, hearts hammering in their chests.

Morning hit hard.

Cassie woke first, groaning as the light stabbed at her eyes. Someone — probably Sloane — had fallen asleep half on top of her, and her foot was numb.

She disentangled herself, stumbling toward the kitchen.

And froze.

Dean was there.

Arms crossed.

Expression somewhere between disappointed big brother and full-on FBI agent.

“Morning,” he said, voice dangerously calm.

Cassie swallowed. “Dean. We… were… at a study group.”

Dean’s brow arched.

Footsteps behind her — Michael, Lia, Sloane, all looking equally wrecked.

Dean’s gaze swept over them. The smeared makeup. The grass stains. Michael’s split lip. Lia’s sunglasses (still on her head). Sloane’s Monopoly board clutched like a trophy.

“A study group,” Dean repeated.

No one spoke.

He let the silence stretch until it hurt.

“Sit,” he ordered, gesturing at the kitchen table.

They obeyed, no longer the chaos crew of the night before but four kids realizing they were in deep.

Dean set a cup of coffee in front of each of them — black, no sugar, a clear message: You don’t deserve comfort right now.

“Let’s review,” Dean said, voice low, steady. “You crashed a party. You stole alcohol. You started a fire. You ran from the cops. Did I miss anything?”

Lia opened her mouth.

“Don’t,” Dean warned.

She shut it.

Michael tried to play it cool. “No one got hurt.”

Dean’s eyes snapped to him. “Yet. That’s your defense? Yet?”

Michael winced.

Sloane tried a different tactic. “Statistically, parties with uninvited guests are 52% more memorable—”

“Sloane.” Dean’s tone softened just a fraction. “Not helping.”

Cassie stared at the coffee, cheeks burning. “We’re sorry.”

Dean’s shoulders sagged, some of the fire leaving his eyes. “I know you are. But sorry doesn’t undo reckless. And sorry doesn’t stop me from worrying that one day I won’t be able to fix what you break.”

The room went quiet.

Then, quieter still, Cassie whispered, “We just wanted to feel normal for a night.”

Dean sighed. Ran a hand down his face. The anger faded, replaced by tired love. “I know. But you don’t get to be normal. And if you’re going to do this, at least let me protect you. Let me help.”

Lia nudged Cassie’s foot under the table, silent agreement in her eyes.

Michael glanced away, guilt settling deep.

Sloane hugged her Monopoly board like a shield.

And Dean? Dean poured himself a coffee, sat down, and started figuring out how to clean up the mess.

Because that’s what Dean did.

[nunesbytko]

Annie and Remmick Why am I at this party A/U? Remmick is at a business party full of pretentious supernatural people. He's tipsy and bored until he sees the most beautiful being he's ever seen in his life.....

[mothmangang]

Thinking about how it would go if my oc was in cannon during season 1 when Jon still firmly in his sceptic 'this guy was hallucinating or drunk' phase Gregor would make a statement about the party he whent to a week ago. not sure about most of what Gregor would say but it'd be disjointed, Jon would ask incredulously if Gregor was high right now and gregor would nonchalantly say yes a few other things that would be said during the statement (order to be determined) Gregor: "There was this really pretty zombie looking worm lady in a red dress so I thought i'd try my luck and shoot my shot, but she told me she wasn't into guys and was dating the clown" Jon: *questioning his life choices up till now* Gregor: "So I went and joined the clown that opened the door for me in the peeling. She said my technique could use work but gave me an A for effort" Gregor: "I may or may not have committed cannibalism on a dare but the drugs were really starting to kick in at that point so I'm not sure" Gregor: "I gave my drink to this butch girl but when I came back it was empty so I think she drank it" Gregor:" The first thing I did was go up to this guy cause he looked like the type to have the drugs at the party" Jon: "could you describe this man?" Gregor: "oh sure! he was blond,and umm..... uh... oh yeah! he his hair was curly and had really big hands, all bony and shit too- No offence though he was chill" Gregor: "There were these guys eating sand, and it looked like they were really into it so I thought I'd try some in case I was missing out. Turns out it was just sand, kinda...uh- spicy? I guess? hard to describes but ranks a solid 7 out of ten for tastiest sand I've eaten at a party" Jon: "do- do you frequently eat sand at parties!?" Gregor: "yeah man, like half the parties I went to before coming to London were beach parties, and believe me, your not leaving a beach party without eating some sand" Jon: *taking a sip of tea* Gregor: "I also made out with this guy there, he might've been your boss now that I think about it" Jon: *chocking on his tea* *sounds of coughing and sputtering* "I- cough- I beg your pardon?" Gregor: "Yea I saw him on the way in, looked almost the same as the guy at the party, do you know if he's married?" Jon: *still coughing a bit* "I don't believe so?" Gregor: "Oh shit probably wasn't him then,cause I convinced him to get back with his husband afterwards" Jon: *flabbergasted* "you- made out with a married man!?" Gregor: "He wasn't married at the time" Jon: "he wasn't married at the!- *deep breath and sigh of resignation*

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A: Do you have to be such a bitch? Person B: Be grateful, I could be poisoning the punch bowl right now, but instead I am behaving.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Sunshine ☀️

Unpublished/unfinished Party au 👀

"Isn't it hard?"

The question wasn't unkind, just curious. It wasn't mean or prying. There was nothing in it that hinted at them thinking Daniel was stupid for staying or that Lando was going to crash and burn.

It was just a question, and it was so easy to answer as Daniel looked across the living room to where Lando was laughing with Charles.

"Sometimes. We take it day by day", Daniel smiled, watching as Lando ducked his head to hide how wide he was grinning, "But it's worth it. He's worth it. He's my sunshine, even on days that are hard"

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[dorian1903]

How it started:

How its going:

Classic tale of having the vision and trusting the process lol. This is miles away from being finished, but so far I‘m happy with the progress I‘ve made. Also, this is only one picture from the AU (?) I‘ve started. There is another one in the making. And it concerns the person that has this view on Izuku. 🫣 also I mentioned that this was inspired by a song. Can you guess which one?

[lorii1303]

Chapter I

author’s note: when mentioning Taeil’s “friends”, Taeil’s “group” I am not refering to any member of NCT.

⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶︶

First year of college was going amazing for what you initially imagined student life to be, it wasn’t as scary, nor as complicated, those being said you had a pretty good new start studying interior design .

Although, starting Uni didn’t mean you had to move cities, you stayed at you and your brother’s apartment in Seoul in which you’ve been living for the past 2 years . You and Anton were living in the highest point of the apartment building in Gangam , your parents decided to let you live together to gain some independence as well as giving you guys your own privacy, and the apartment was big enough for that.

You guys were well off giving the fact that both of your parents were doctors but never showed it too much or liked to brag about it remaining humble and hardworking.

Anton was studying computer science which made him locked in his room for hours, either that, or being away for days due to team projects or research. Nevertheless that didn’t mean you guys didn’t get to spend some brother-sister time. With each opportunity you guys hanged out alone or with your friends , Heesung and Jake who were in 2nd year of computer science same as your brother , as well as Sunghoon and Jay who were studying medicine. The 5 of them went to high school together and happened to stick with each other. Then there were your girlfriends, Yunjin and Hanni with whom you were classmates.

As much as time allowed it you liked going out for drinks or late night drives with the girls and some boys from your year , helping you get some things off your mind and relax from all the uni work. Maybe hanging out at home with Anton and his friends would’ve been a good idea as well but for the past few months you’ve been feeling tense around them , or maybe shy even, which hasn’t happened before since you’ve been knowing these guys for years. The reason behind these emotions could be due to Heesung growing on you lately ,an idea that you constantly tried to brush off. Maybe it was his new look? His hair? His glasses? His voice? His gaze? You don’t know what it was but it drove you insane.

You didn’t want to think of him like that not because you don’t like him, but you didn’t want to grow feelings that you knew wouldn’t be validated. The most Heesung saw you as was a sister, a close friend, his best friend’s sibling of course…

Because of that , because of you trying to get over the idea of Heesung ,that felt like it was eating you from the inside ,you started giving signals and getting close to this one guy in your year with whom you hanged out in groups too, Taeil.

Taeil wasnt exactly your physical type but he had a bright personality,really extroverted and was a self-proclaimed “party animal”. He acted somewhat sweet towards you, of course when his “homeboys” weren’t around, he couldn’t risk showing much affection in their presence, he had to keep an image after all, right?

The only times he didn’t care were the times when he was almost blackout drunk caressing your hair and having his warm hand around your shoulders. Warmth that you accepted , deep down wishing it wasn’t his, but Heesung’s. You took in every bit of Taeil’s attention and said “affection” so you wouldn’t feel the need for Heesung’s.

Taeil had bad habits, really bad habits, drugs to be more clear. His parents were rich as well ,so he could afford it in two shakes and having a dealer as one of his close friends was a bonus.

His habits were tamed as he liked to say, weed was once in a blue moon and he “barely” tried coke.

You liked to live with that lie, chose to live with that lie, how did you know it was a lie? Well he wasn’t that shy talking about these things around you or his other friends, it probably made him feel like some type of super cool interesting guy, although, he was more careful with talking about coke around you as it was a more serious topic than some weed.

You hated the idea of drugs , any kind, you knew what it does to people and the ones around them , you never went further than smoking some cigarettes and occasionally drinking , you knew your limits and you liked to keep them the way they were.

Despise that, you grew attached to Taeil thinking you’re starting to actually like him, he started being more gentle and close to you, taking you on rides and chitchatting, showing you this “whole new” persona of him. You gaslight yourself into thinking that he might actually give up drugs entirely.

You and Taeil eventually made out drunk at a party , or he made out with you drunk at party. Summer just started , all exams were taken and as 50% of you was mostly liquor cocktails you went with it, desperately feeling the need of some touch and affection, you couldn’t bare it anymore. It didn’t go further than kissing and some touching , an usual make out session, you didn’t want it to go further than that although Taeil suggested multiple times to “go to a room”.

After that ,you started hanging out more with him alone , at times when you were leaving the house the boys and Anton were giving this look of “who is she meeting all dolled up”.

The only one knowing about you and Taeil was Sunghoon. Being Yunjin’s boyfriend he sometimes got to hang out with you guys , you literally had to beg him to keep shut. Sunghoon knew Taeil could hurt you, knew his “habits” ,Hoon didn’t want you to get hurt as you were his friend too, so it was hard to convince him to not talk about it with the boys , especially with Anton, if your brother were to found out,he’d actually disinherit you, but after all ,it was nothing too serious about you and Taeil.

You tried explaining this to the girls too, who were not so fond of Taeil ,telling them it was a summer fling , it was you having some “fun” and a “fuckboy” moment but the only thing you got in return was “Girl you’re anything BUT a fuckboy” and they were right , you were a lover girl constantly lying to herself that she’s okay and accepting of all of this, you weren’t the “player” , you were getting played.

It was now the middle of july , you and Taeil were still a thing , nothing official because you didn’t want it to be but he was becoming more sweet and talkative wanting to take you on dates that you subtly dodged.

At your apartment you were left alone once again since Anton left at a summer study camp for the week. When your brother was leaving Heesung or Jake often came by to work on his set-up letting you know beforehand when and that they were coming over ,even though they were trustworthy enough to know your house’s key passcode.

Today Heesung came by in the afternoon making himself comfortable and starting to do his work. Later on ,the two of you barely got to exchange some words when you ordered some take-out and ate together. It was probably the first time in weeks since you’ve talked this much.

“Aah I’m full i’ll go take a shower and clean up after” you said as Heesung watched you get up from the table , him still eating.

He shook his head swallowing his bite “No,don’t worry about it i’ll clean up, then get back to my stuff”

“Are you going somewhere?” he continued

looking into your eyes which gave you a small shiver.

“Uhh yeah there’s at a party at Sakura’s house, i’ll be coming home late” you said in a low tone.

“Is that guy Taeil coming too?” Heesung said digging into his jajangmyeon.

You’re so dead Park Sunghoon

You froze , trying to form plausible answer

“uhm…i don’t know…why..?” you said trying to maintain your composure.

“Just asking.” he blankly said going back to eating ,you whispering a “right…” as you rushed out of the kitchen.

A few hours later, Yunjin and Hanni came by to pick you up so you could go together to Sakura’s house party.

“Where yo man at?” you asked Yun, raising your brow with a funny look on your face.

“He’s stuck at home studying so he’ll pass this one ,why ?” she replied smiling.

“Put some shaving cream in his brow gel for me please.” you said, the girls bursting out laughing.

“Mf snitched on me to Heesung , what if my brother finds out?? I’ll be literally dead” you said in a stressed voice.

“Okay love, i’ll hide his tweezers” Yunjin giggled.

Sakura’s mansion was packed with people , Taeil wasn’t in sight as he told you he’ll be there later. That being said, you went on to get a drink or two , danced and had a few smoke breaks as he finally arrived.

You went to greet him with a kiss since you guys haven’t seen each other in a while. Though , Taeil didn’t really seem to have much time for you going to meet his more important bros.

Time went by, you had a few more drinks, enough to keep somewhat sober as you hear Taeil talking to his friend to go get “the good stuff”.

“What?” his friend asked.

“Coke damn it” Taeil almost screamed in the small room they were in and at which you were eavesdropping.

You panicked. You didn’t want any of that stuff around you or done around you. You were starting to get mad. Knowing Taeil, it wasn’t a surprise , although you convinced yourself that he was starting to get better, he proved you wrong.

Before going to confront Taeil about it , you stood there in shock thinking of how many times this had happened behind your back. Was it at every party ? Was it at his house? Was it when the two of you met? Your head was a mess.

You didn’t question it at first but now that you thought about it, at every outing ,Taeil always used to leave your side for a good couple of minutes.

You finally pulled Taeil into a room him getting all cocky thinking you’re going to have a great make out session.

sike

“Listen, I heard you, I heard what you want to do , now, i don’t care , but if you’ll do fucking coke HERE with all these people around, with ME around i’m leaving,i don’t stand with that, i don’t like that.”

Looking into his eyes , he nodded seeming to understand, an “okay” leaving his mouth.

After staying a strong half an hour mad at him you dragged him into a room to cuddle cuz you felt so pressed about the situation praying not to cry and seeking some comfort ,it felt so wrong, it was so wrong.

As you were in his arms listening to his breath and heartbeat , a message popped up on his phone Taeil giving his all for you to not see his screen, not as if you cared, but then he had to suddenly use the bathroom, for 15 fucking minutes. Was this going where you thought it was going?

15 minutes he went back in forth in that stupid bathroom as you could hear his voice and steps on the hall.

As Taeil finally came back he suddenly couldn’t control his hormones. He started kissing, touching, and kissing again but you weren’t having it so you slowly pushed him using your tiredness as an excuse.

Suddenly some random girl pulled into the room as Taeil waved at her to sit on the bed.

What the fuck is he doing and WHY DID SHE LOCK THE DOOR?! you though to yourself as you got onto the edge of the bed perpelexed at the man and the girl standing next to you.

You were now watching the girl get on top of him and now they were making out, in your fucking face , you couldnt move for a whole minute , just staring at them.

Finally Taeil broke from the kiss , the girl leaving out a giggle “Thought we might, you know have some more fun , the more the merrier right?” he said with a filthy smirk on his dumb face taking your hand in his and starting to put it on his body then the girl’s body, trying to pull you into a kiss with both of them.

You aggressively pull back getting up from the bed “What the fuck Taeil?? what is this what do you think you’re doing??” you said looking into his eyes , then you noticed something

He was high.

“Oh cmon i thought you might like it if you try it” he said almost whining.

“Let her be babe we can go on by ourselves if she doesn’t want to” the girl said grabbing Taeil’s chin to make him look at her.

“Babe?!” you yelled “You know if you were to have some other bitches after your ass you could’ve at least fucking told me Taeil” you said outraged.

“We re nothing official y/n, we’re nothing serious why would you even care?” he sighed “i just wanted to have some fun , i’m just a horny teenager after all”. You just stared back at him in shock and despise.

“Right , I’m the one at fault for actually starting to grow feelings for someone like you.”

Taeil got off the bed coming towards you as you took a step back , he reached for your hand which you dodged he then grabbed you by your shoulders “Cmon y/n ,don’t leave me like this” he said starting to tighten his grip and putting his hand on your waist to pull you closer “I actually have feelings for you too”

“Yeah where? In your dick? Since you like to think with it too”

You pulled back leaving his touch and slapping his face so hard hoping it will leave a mark.

You bursted out of the room grabbing your stuff and immediately leaving Sakura’s place,tears in your eyes as you waited for an uber to drive you home. You left without a word so you sent a message to the girls letting them know you left the party earlier and that you’ll explain everything in the morning.

You stared blankly at your lock as you tapped in the passcode and slowly getting in. It was barely 12 a.m. and there was light coming from the living room , you thought Heesung might’ve left it on by accident.

As you barely dragged your feet across the hall to your room, tears still uncontrollably running down your cheeks you see a blurry vision of Heesung packing his stuff as he stops and stares at you.

You couldnt verbalize anything just looking back at him. Heesung immediately drops what he’s doing and comes to you hastily, grabbing your shoulders then cupping your face as if to see if you’re intact, as if you’d break at any moment now. You could only focus on his worried and agitated face as he saw you at your lowest point.

“Heesung-ah…”you squeked, then breaking into a loud cry as he pulled you into his arms, you fell to the floor as if your legs lost all its muscle him going down with you.

You were now crying into Heesung’s arms like mad, him holding you as though anyone was going to take you from him , caressing your soft hair, you holding onto him like it was your last breath. Through sobs you let out a “Taeil-ssi-“

“Oh i know…” he whispered slowly “he’s dead.” he said pulling you closer

[triangularitydubs]

Welcome to...

AU Information

Inspired by Mario Party! An Au where a the gang you know and love are trapped digitally in a Party game, jam packed with the most wacky minigames and boards you can think of! Their goal? To obtain the most Stars!

Who will be The Superstar?

Characters

(EVERYONE IS HERE!!)

Pomni

Kinger

Jax

Gangle

Ragatha

Rhett

Squiggles

Sockette

Queenie

Kaufmo

Cyclo

Dinah

Yucko

Princess Loolilalu

Gummigoo

Max

Boards

Chad

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Circus Tent

Candy Canyon Kingdom

Glitched Map

Digital Lake

Game Mechanics

Digital Fairgrounds

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Each player(4 total) starts with 10 Caine Coins, their goal is to get a Star, which is 20 Caine Coins.

CC are obtained via Minigames or specific board spaces.

After each player has had their turn, a minigame starts. It is randomly selected via a roulette.

Depending on how they do in a minigame, depends on how much coins they get!

1st: 5CC

2nd: 3CC

3rd: 1CC

4th:0CC

The player with the most stars after 20 rounds is deemed the Superstar!(For that game)

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Spaces:

Blue Space(+3CC)

Red Space(-3CC)

Shop Space(Is that..Abel? Buy things from him when you land here. Prices vary on item)

Surprise! Space: A random event happens on the board, it can be good or bad

Gloinks Space!: Encounter with the Gloink Queen...not good. Random Roulette of bad things(Only in the circus boards)

The Fudge Space: LOSE a turn, cuz The Fudge trapped you.(Only in CCK)

Item Space: Get a random item for free!

Caine Space: Caine gives you a random good thing via A ROULETTE.

Verses Space: Go up against another player in a 1v1 Minigame for a chance to steal their coins, items or even stars!

Star Space: Where you can buy a star!

Solo Game Space: Play a solo minigame for a chance to win coins and items!

Blank Space: Nothing happens if you land here.

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Game Modes

Battle Royale: 4 Players Free For All

2v2: Four Player Team Battle

Duel: 2 player 1v1

Test For The Best: A solo journey on special versions of the boards

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Let's Party!!

[bumblepony]

WIP Wednesday

[wildandsmile]

27 with itoshi rin please :D honestly i can see rin filling their partner up with his cum and put a vibrator them so that his cum doesn't leak out + plus he uses the remote to tease them throughout the day <3

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Summary: You stumbled upon a challenge on Twitter and shared it with your boyfriend, who seemed open to the idea. However, with the upcoming party on the horizon, you suspected he might have forgotten all about it. But as it turns out, you couldn't have been more wrong.

Tw : Creep Guy, Creep Group of guys, Annoying girls and Drinking.

Kinks : F receiving, Cream-pie, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), Rough sex, vibrators, impact play and spitting

Word count : 3.3k

An: Sorry if the smut isn’t the best it’s like 4 in the morning I’ll probably redo it later

Enjoy!

As you lounged comfortably on the plush couch, the soft glow of your phone screen illuminating your face, time seemed to slip away. Your Twitter feed was a never-ending stream of mundane updates and viral memes, until, out of nowhere, a tweet appeared that changing the mood of everything.

The interesting challenges caught your attention, luring you in with their mysterious allure. You had lots of free time and not much else to do, so you couldn't help but get curious about these intriguing suggestions. Some were harmless and innocent, while others were more daring, making you want to give them a try.

As you scrolled further, your heart started pounding when you found some really explicit challenges, things that you would on see one PornHub or something. Though as you read each suggestion it felt like it was drawing you into a world of intense passion and desire.

Then, like fate had a hand in it, a certain suggestion stood out among all the online noise. It caught your eye, making you curious like a moth drawn to a light. This challenge promised a night of excitement and closeness, but it also made you feel a bit nervous. The words on the screen gave you a shiver: "You or your partner has to wear a vibrator all day or night, while the other controls it."

You thought about it more and couldn't help yourself. You went to your bedroom where Rin was already there. When you sat next to him, he looked at you with curious eyes.You gave a little smile and got closer, gently touching his cheek, and asked, "Rin, should we give this a shot?" Just then, you showed him the tweet on your phone and point to the one that caught your attention.

With a sly smile, he said, "So, if I get this right, you want one of us to wear a vibrator all day?" You nodded, and he chuckled, saying, "Okay, we'll do it, but on my terms." You asked, "What are the terms?" He then grinned wickedly and said, "First, I choose when and where you put the vibrator on. Second, if you get handsy or try to finish early, I increase the intensity. Lastly, no holding back moans, even in public."

You were about to say "yes," but then what he said registers in your head , causing you playfully hit him in the arm. You then say, "I can't touch you or myself when I'm feeling needy, and I have to talk in moanish gibberish that not far."

With that, Rin gracefully rises, positioning himself shoulder to shoulder with you. He places his hand beneath his chin, tilting his head to the right, a clear sign that he's deep in thought. Eventually, he arrives at some sort of conclusion, declaring, "Alright, I’ll let you win – just this once. So, here's the deal: when you get all needy, you can handle it yourself, or even use my body to help , but I'm strictly off-limits when it comes to helping you so no begging for me to fuck you or touch you sound far."

His face lights up with a mischievous grin, and you find yourself equally enthralled by the idea, offering a nod of agreement. The two of you settle with that, and both of you return to looking at the TV screen, immersing yourselves in the world of sappy old romance movies. It's been an absolute blast. Everything was going well, but suddenly, Rin’s loud alarm goes off. He turns over and turns it off before getting out of bed, and saying, "It's time for us to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, confused by your boyfriend's sudden excitement. You didn't remember any important plans, so you just stayed in bed, not doing much. It was only when Rin spoke excitedly that you stopped rolling around."We need to get ready for the party tonight," he reminds you, trying to jogging your memory. "Remember the one I mentioned last week? It's like a get-together for me and the guys from Blue Lock."

You stop fidgeting and think hard. After a moment, you remember what he talked about. You look at him again and say, "I thought that was in October."

He quickly takes off the covers, picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom. He hands you your toothbrush from the matching set you got together. Then, with a teasing look, he says, "It's October, sweetheart."

You shoot him a disbelieving look, your expression clearly conveying a "no way" sentiment. Your incredulous gaze causes him to pause mid-toothbrushing, and he points over to the bathroom calendar and speaker.

Turning your attention to these, you're met with the surprising revelation that the date indeed reads October 12. You offer a nonchalant shrug, not wanting to admit that you'd completely lost track of time.

Now, as you both stand side by side, brushing your teeth together while nodding along to your shared playlist, you can't help but smile. It's a simple, endearing routine that only the two of you share. It's one of those cute, intimate moments that usually belong in movies, but somehow, it's a part of your everyday life.

Though you couldn’t bathe in the moment, for too long knowing how particular Rin can be about punctuality, you hasten your tooth-brushing, not wanting to keep him waiting. You quickly grab something comfortable to wear, fully aware that your boyfriend has a penchant for making you try on countless outfits, even when you're only looking for one.

Finally, the two of you venture out into the bustling world of stores and outlets. While strolling and casually peering into shop windows, your gaze locks onto a stunning drape collar dress in a mesmerizing champagne hue. Captivated by its beauty, you can't resist tugging on Rin's arm, impulsively leading him into the store. Without wasting a moment, you head straight to the racks, where you luckily find the dress in your size.

Hastening to the dressing room, you slip into the dress. It fits you like a glove, accentuating your curves in all the right places. It strikes the perfect balance between revealing enough to be alluring but modest enough to make you feel comfortable. Now, it's time for the tricky part – showing it off to Rin.

You have a habit of enthusiastically displaying your fashion finds to him, but he has an equally strong tendency to, well, get handsy and maybe a little too eager. Despite this, you gather your courage and exit the dressing room. With a playful twirl, you put on a show for Rin, hoping he'll appreciate your choice without, well, ripping it off you prematurely.

"So, what do you think?" you ask, a radiant smile gracing your lips, eager for Rin's response. Surprisingly, Rin remains silent for a moment, and a pang of disappointment begins to well up within you. Feeling a bit disheartened, you start to turn away, but just as you pivot, he seizes you and pulls you close. In a passionate kiss that lingers along your neck, he murmurs, "God, why are you so fuckin sexy?"

His hands start to explore your body, igniting a desire within you that's difficult to ignore. You wouldn't mind indulging in a little action, but you both know time isn't on your side. You summon the willpower to gently slap his wandering hand away and retreat back to the dressing room. However, before you disappear, you blow him a quick, teasing kiss.

Now that you've secured your evening outfit, the two of you head back home. Once you're there, you hurry to the bathroom, eager to don your chosen ensemble and craft your makeup look.

After about a 1 hour and half you finish your look and step out side where you see Rin dressed all nice in I wonderful blue suit that match him perfectly lucky your dress fits well with his outfit. Walking up to him you pull him down to you height and places a soft kiss on his lips before saying “Ready to go” giving you a quick the nodded the two of you walk out the house and making your way to the party

Once your their you look around your eyes widening as you saw the building it look more like a hotel or a well renowned businesses agency then it did a party spot . Not giving you much time to take it all in Rin comes over and opens the door for you while offering his arm, the two of you walk in and are immediately greeted by Isagi and Bachira this were about the only two people Rin keep up with after blue lock.

Waiting to give your boyfriend some time and space to catch up with his friends you head over to a little booth we’re you see a large group of girl who look be either girlfriends or sisters of the former blue lock boys. You sit yourself down and listen in on what’s they we’re talking about, it was most just the normal conversation of how hot their boyfriends were how they brothers could beat anyone. You decided not to join in knowing that someone comment might set you off completely.

Finally you spot Isagi and Bachira girlfriends the three got to know each other pretty well since your boyfriend and pretty much inseparable on the field . Getting up from your sit you make you way over to the girls who were at the bar taking a couple shots once their you say with a exited tone “Hey girls” they both turn to you and they eye immediately widened. Getting up form their sit they run over to you and give you a warm hug before saying “Damn girl you look good as fuck, surprise Rin let you out the house looking like this” You let a little chuckle before replying “Same goes to the two of you, I know it was hard to get out the house” the girls then look at each other then back at you before giving a nod.

Not long after that the three of you head back over to the bar and throw a couple shot back everything was going good you guys would hit the dance floor and not and then come back and sit down because someone feet were hurting or they were thirsty. Finally you guys had enough of the dance for a hit up a empty booth once their the three of you caught up of what’s new in each others life while spilling tea about what’s going on in the soccer world. It was then that a blonde haired and a couple of his friends came up to you guys and began hitting on you.

“You girls look lonely why don’t y’all come with us” one of the guys says he places his hand y’all table while licking lips. You just look up from your phone and roll eyes thinking that they would take the hint and leave but of course they didn’t so they take a seats beside you guys trying to start up conversation but you guys weren’t having it so you say “ Can you see get the hell away from use, we’re not interested in hanging out with you” but it’s like everything you said went in one hear and out the other as he wraps his arms your neck.

Lucky for you Rin, Isagi and Bachira had finished up their conversation and had come longing for you guys. Rin’s face when he saw some other guys that wasn’t him touching you was something to be remembered, he stormed over to you and pull the guy up from the chair. “What the hell do you think your doing with my girl” Rin said his eyes full with a murderous attempt but apparently the guy must have been a masochist cause he continued to push Rin’s buttons “I was just showing her what’s it’s like to have a real man by her side” he guy said before get the wind punched out of his lungs.

Rin started to beat the shit out of the guy until his hands had blood on them finally after Isagi and Bachira pulled him off the guy did Rin quit beat the man not wasting any more time he went over to you and grab you by the wrist pulling out side of the building. Soon enough the to of you make it to Rin’s car we’re you both sit in silence until you look around looking for something to clean the blood of with

Finding some napkins you grab Rin’s hands and start cleaning them off while giving him a could talking to. “Rin what the hell were you thinking beating that guy like that what about your soccer career” you say with a upset tone you were happy he fought but he can’t just go out beating people up. Rin the mumbles something that you can’t hearing pissing you off even more “Fine if your going be a jerk then you can wipe the blood off your own hand” you say as you throw the napkin at him.

He doesn’t say anything he just takes the napkin and begins to wipe his own hands while you seat and pout. A couple more minutes go by and Rin finally says something “I’m sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have beaten that guy that badly even though he deserved it” you look over at him before grabbing his cheek and pulling to kiss “You know that’s not why I’m mad I’m mad because you but your dreams on the line for one dick head even if you looked sexy while doing” you say as you kiss him again this time making it last longer then before.

“You know you could give me a treat for being such a god boyfriend” Rin says licking his lips you look at him and roll your eyes before saying Fine, but just a quickie we don’t want be get worried”

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You laid in the back seat of the car naked while your boyfriend was on top of you fully dressed, his knee spreading your legs out and rubbing right against your wetting cunt causing you to throw back your head in frustration. But Rin doesn’t let you think before he crashes his lips into your swirling his hot tongue around yours back hard for the both of you to breathe.

You both pull away and watch as the string of saliva connecting your snaps with that Rin starts to trail hot kisses down your body not stopping until he reached you wet cunt not wanting anymore time Rin started to places kiss across you puffy lips finally using his rough clauses thumb he spread your cute cunt apart before spitting on it, using his other hand he slides his spit up and down your cunt mixing it slowly with your juices once he thought you were good and wet he began to lick long hot laps across your folds.

“Fuvk Rin right there ” you moaned out as you gripped on to his raven hair and pushed him farther into your cunt.

Yet Rin didn’t mind. He loved when gripped his hair and tried to ride his face and normally he would let you put tonight was a little different. Wasting no time Rin used his hand to bring down a hard slap to your ass causing you to grip on to his hair tighter. “Did I tell you, you could ride my face sweetheart” Rin says as his tongue teases at your hole causing you to try to close your legs which only made Rin more angry “I didn’t tell you to close your legs either” Rin says this time slapping your ass harder than before.

"M'mm sorry Rin, just please keep going, I'm so close," you squirm, trying to get any be of frustration you can, deciding to give what you want Rin grabs you by the hips and pulls you in to him closer so you can't squirm why he laps up all your juices and pushes his tongue deep into your hole causing your eyes to roll back into your head. "Rin right there, don't stop," you try to add, but your words come out as a moanisg slur.

"I'm cumming," you chant as you rock your hips into Rin's tongue, but Rin abruptly stops. causing you to look at him with a wtf face expression, to which he quickly answered "The only thing you’re allowed to cum on is my cock" Rin says as he pulls down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. His tip was glowing red and oozing with percum, and he wasted no time in aligning his cock with your wet openings and shoving his throbbing cock within, without allowing you to adjust to his size before ramming into your sloppy, wet cunt. You began crying because you felt him within you.

“God you feel so fuckin good sweetheart, so so fuckin good” Rin growls out as as he pushes your hips up and down slowly your warm cunt tighting harder around his thick cock as his hips thrust up to meet you half way. Rin could feel his cock harden his balls tighten but the only thing he could really focus on was your gummy wall and how they felt around him.

“I can’t wait to use this cunt that was just made for me, can’t wait to fill it up with my kids, can’t wait to breed it over and over again” He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not cum inside you just yet. His thrust became slow and deep making sure you were feeling just as good as him hit all your shots right stops with his hard cock. His eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it.

"Fuck- sweetheart , I’m going cum in you." He groans.”Want to fill you up so good and make you have my babies.”

Rin’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him a nod because you were to fucked out to speak , groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

"Fuck yes," you scream as your nails dig into Rin's clothed back, bringing down both of your highs. You two kissed one another that time, and before cuddling, you collected your air. Soon after, you two get ready to go back in, but just as you're about to put your pants on, Rin stops you and inserts a cute egg vibrator inside you, causing your gummy overstim cunt to clamp down around the toy. "Rin what the hell," you yell, grabbing on to run as the vibration of the toy weakens your leg. Rin simply looks at you before responding, "We don't want any of my cum to leak out now, do we?"

And with that, you two walk back inside, clamping your legs together and trying not to make any strange noises while the girls ask you if you're okay. "Hey, what's wrong with your girlfriend Rin, she's walking funny," Isagi says, with Bachira following right behind. "Yeah, it looks like something got into her or something," Rin replies, with a devilish grin painted across his face, before walking away and playing with his new favorite toy.

Kinktober still open so get in your request in before it’s closed. Link

[goofyguba]

WONDER WAFFLES

(Ft. Part Goofy, Doodle Goofy, Regular Goofy.)

[veramitar]

Young overlords ready to paint the neighborhood red.

Minimaniacs Artboard 1 | 2

[when-sanpape-arts]

shuro's terrible, horrible, no good very bad lunch.

restaurant au: 1 / 2