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blue bird — choi san, jung wooyoung

in which one of the most dangerous men in the city approaches you with an offer, but how would you have known it would turn into something more?

mafia boss!choi san x fem!reader x mafia boss!jung wooyoung. genre. fluff, smut, mafia au. warnings. explicit sexual content minors dni, unprotected sex, dom!san, dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, slight corruption, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, fingering, reverse cowgirl position, pussy drunk wooyoung??, subspace??, cum swallowing, san is a little mean, wooyoung likes to tease, lots of teasing, hair pulling, slight degradation, dirty talk like a lot of it, brief begging, praise, overuse of the word pretty, pet names (doll, princess, baby, pretty girl, good girl, baby doll, pretty little slut). i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know. wc. 6.9k.

lilo’s notes. hiii happy new year everyone!! this is dedicated to @garlichoisan, surprise! i was your secret santa :3 i’m sorry but i completely forgot to write angst and couldn’t find a way to squeeze it in, please forgive me 😭😭 i think i got a little carried away with the smut, it’s probably not my best since i’m not very experienced in writing it but i hope you like it and this as a whole!!

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choi san wanted you in a rather unexpected way.

not in a friendly way or a sexual way, but actually in a professional way. ever since he’d heard of what you, the so called “blue bird,” were up to, he knew you’d be a valuable asset. shortly after he heard about you, he was quick to tell wooyoung about what he had learned from idling in a bar he’d never been to.

it was an early morning. so early that the sun hadn’t risen yet, but that didn’t bother san. he preferred quieter, intimate spaces rather than the bustling clubs of grey city. as he sipped on his whiskey, the two men beside him got to talking. neither of them were very memorable, if anything they looked too similar; not intimidating in any way. still, he made a mental note of the guns attached to their hips. it was nothing very interesting, small talk from what he could tell. well, at least until they mentioned an odd name.

“did you hear what she did?”

“who?” one of them, the one with comically thick glasses, said as he blew out some cigarette smoke.

“well… ya know…” his voice lowered to a whisper, though in his drunken state it was less of a discreet whisper and more of a loud hiss, “the blue bird.”

he gave a sound of recognition. “wonderful heist, wasn’t it?”

“indeed,” he laughed, a deep chortle, “she was here tellin’ ricky all about it yesterday. flawless, flew in and out like a ghost.” he sighed blissfully, as if he had been there to watch you work.

now this. this is what caught infamous mafia boss choi san’s attention.

“more like a bird!” the bespectacled man nudge his friend with his elbow, a high pitched giggle leaving him. “get it? because she’s called bl-”

the friend held his hand up with a deadpan expression. “yes, i get it.”

the two men talked about you some more (“pretty thing she is, isn’t she?” “mhm, heard she’s actually quite sweet too. odd thing to hear about an outlaw.”), but san tuned them out again. with an important upcoming mission, he needed someone capable of doing exactly what these two men had described. he needed someone like you. preferably, you.

going off of what he had heard, he frequented that bar, hoping you’d happen to be there at the same time. he sat at the same seat at the same counter every night and always ordered the same thing. he noticed that after the first two nights he was there, no one really sat next to him. presumably because they recognised him and opted to avoid him instead of doing anything.

not that he cared, this part of town was known to be filled with people of the rebellious type; people like him who despised the government and would stop at nothing to take it down. if anything, they most likely respected him and his business. but alas, that doesn’t matter much in this particular story, does it?

wooyoung even offered to take turns visiting the bar, curious to see this mysterious person as well. but two weeks passed and no sign of you. most of the people there were the same every time he went, he was sure he would’ve noticed a new face at some point.

fortunately, his efforts became successful.

as usual, no one sat directly beside him, leaving one or two barstools between him and whatever other patron sat at the counter. or so he thought. the usual bartender passed him and came to a stop. confused and thinking the bartender stopped for him despite already sipping on his drink, san tilted his head. but it soon became evident that he wasn’t there for him, but rather for the pretty woman he didn’t notice sitting beside him.

“the usual?” the bartender asked, a crooked smile spreading on his face as he looked at you, his hands busy drying a glass.

san heard a brief chuckle beside him, prompting him to take a proper look at you. the first thing he noticed were your lips. plump and red, smooth lipstick. then the slope of your neck and shoulders, exposed by the thin straps of your silky black dress, jacket hanging by your elbows. the soft yellow-tinted lighting bounced off your rich skin and perfect hair in an almost hypnotising way. there was something enchanting about your aura, your posture, you.

he forced himself to look away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“yes, thank you.” you replied, nodding at the bartender as he turned to prepare your drink.

“one hot chocolate for our blue bird coming right up!”

blue bird.

this time san couldn’t stop himself from looking. so it was you.

the men from the other day weren’t lying when they called you a pretty little thing. you wore a silky black dress and a black fur jacket to protect you from the cold wind of the night. as his eyes roamed over you they got caught on your plump thighs. briefly, he wondered if they felt as soft as they looked but soon enough something else caught his attention. as you shifted in your seat, he caught a glimpse of the inside of your jacket, a quick glint reflecting from inside told him you were indeed carrying a weapon. he made sure to keep that in the back of his mind.

a man such as himself, wide shouldered and intimidating, was hard to ignore. if you didn’t notice him staring from the corner of your eyes, you were sure the heat of his stare would’ve burned a hole through your skin. needless to say, he had caught your attention as well, except you seemed to be better at hiding it.

once the momentary shock subsided, he smiled. the fact that such a dangerous person would regularly order hot chocolates from a bar was amusing to him.

noticing the change in expression, you glance at him. what the hell? seeing a man grinning at you was unsettling. a man with such broad shoulders who could probably easily overpower you. his face looked familiar, you realised, but couldn’t quite attach a name to it quite yet.

unsure of what to do and what this man may want from you, you turned away and engaged in a conversation with the bartender as he prepared your drink, all the while ignoring the man at your side. as soon as you finished your drink, you placed some cash on the counter and got up, swiftly walking out of the bar.

while your goal was to get away, you didn’t take the fact that he might follow you into account.

“don’t go yet, little outlaw, i’d like to talk to you about something.”

his voice was rather calm and even, but still left minimal room for discussion. you rolled your eyes before turning around with a completely different expression—eyes wide and innocent, lashes fluttering, eyebrows raised.

“you must be mistaken, sir, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

he chuckled and took some steps forward and that’s when you recognised him. shit. he slowly walked over to you, speaking to you in that same calm voice with a sprinkle of cockiness somewhere in it. “playing dumb? really? for someone as smart as yourself i’d expect you to know that the 1 billion won bounty on your head doesn’t hide you.”

you sighed at his words, taking steps back to maintain the distance. there was no use continuing the innocent act, snapping at him, “what do you want?”

“do you know who i am?”

“of course i do, the whole city does. do you think i live under a rock?” you scoffed a laugh.

he dismissed your sarcasm, being used to having to deal with such cheeky mouths. “i have an offer.” when you didn’t reply, he continued. “help me and my… business partner with a heist.”

that was not what you expected.

“hmm… no, thanks.” you smiled up at him but nearly faltered as your back hit the wall of an alley you had unknowingly backed yourself into. you cursed yourself silently as he stood right in front of you, so close you had to look up to maintain eye contact.

“i wasn’t asking, darling.” he looked down at you, expression nearly sneering as he held an air of superiority about him. “you either agree or you’ll wake up behind bars tomorrow morning.”

“you can’t arrest me or turn me in, they’ll forget all about me since you’re the more wanted one out of the two of us.” you spoke matter-of-factly, a cocky tilt to the corner of your lips.

“i never said i would be the one to turn you in, little outlaw.”

“you know,” you hummed and moved your arms. his first assumption was that you were reaching for the dagger he glimpsed inside your jacket earlier, instinctively catching your wrists in his grasp as your words died in your throat and your breath hitched. he shifted his grip to place both of your wrists in one hand, holding them up above your head as his free hand nudged your jacket open, revealing the dagger.

he clicked his tongue patronisingly and fished it out delicately. his eyes shifted to yours, eyebrows raising in a silent question as he tossed the weapon over his shoulder. the metal blade clinked and echoed in the barren alleyway. he kept your wrists in his hold but lowered your arms, holding them at the height of your hips.

he leaned forward, speaking into your ear lowly as you suppressed a shudder. “you may continue.”

you glared at him and had the sudden urge to punch the shit eating grin off his face. “what’s in it for me?”

“um…” his face went blank and he leaned back to look at you, clearly not a single thought processing behind those cat-like eyes. “is there anything you want in particular?”

“protection.” you said simply, tilting your head.

“oh,” he nodded slowly, his brows furrowing in confusion but he kept his eyes on you. “but can’t you find that in any store?”

he felt a hit against his shin as you kicked him lightly. “ew not that. i meant… well, doing what i do, there’s a lot of people after me. you have the means to have some of your guys make sure i don’t run into any trouble.”

san nodded understandingly, loosening his grip on your wrists but not letting go. not that you minded. “that’s perfectly possible, yes.”

you exhaled, relieved. warm air fanning against his neck as you did so. “okay, then, i’m in. so what is it you need me to do?”

this time he released your wrists completely and took a step back, reaching into an inner pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a little card with one hand as the other brought your hand up.

he brushed his hand over your closed fist, opening your fingers up to reveal your palm, placing the card in your palm before gently nudging your fingers to close over it. in a swift move, he turned your hand around and bowed forward, pressing a slow and soft kiss to your knuckles—eyes locked on yours as you stared back at him in bewilderment.

he lifted his lips, smirking at you as he straightened up, hands moving to the bottom of his blazer and tugging, stretching the wrinkles away. “i expect to see you tomorrow at dusk, little blue bird.”

with a wink, he turned on his heels and walked away. you watched him, listening to the echoing footsteps as he left the alley and disappeared around a corner, leaving you slumped against the cold brick wall with burning cheeks.

you weren’t sure what you expected when you arrived at the address on the card choi san gave you. perhaps an underground bunker that looked nothing like the breathtaking estate you stood in front of.

the building was tucked within a small forest far from the outskirts of night city. the architecture seemed foreign and classical, a building you’d roam through whilst listening to tchaikovsky or chopin—not a building you’d expect to scheme against the government in. though, you supposed in some aspects it fit the aesthetic san had going on. sipping whiskey in a fully tailored suit, the smell of cigarette smoke and mint heavy in the air around him.

you walked up to the grand double doors, taking a moment to admire the intricate carvings before ringing the bell. less than a minute later, the right door swung open to reveal a stranger.

he wore wide dark jeans and a black and white plaid shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his chiselled collarbones and practically half of his torso. his black hair was slicked back with a few strands framing his face with the dainty square glasses he wore, some hanging silver earrings on display. he was, completely objectively speaking, handsome.

his eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance before smiling and crossing his arms, leaning his side against the door as he pushed his glasses up to rest on the top of his head. you noticed a mole on his face—a small dot just under his left eye. “so you’re the little outlaw san told me about, huh?”

“yes, and you are?” you knew who he was, of course, but pleasantries were pleasantries nonetheless.

“jung wooyoung, but you already knew that.”

you chuckled and put your arms up in surrender, “oh no, i’ve been caught.”

his laugh was rather high pitched as he ushered you in. “come in, it gets cold at night.”

he led you through the house, stopping by what he referred to as his office but really looked like a sitting room with soft lighting and a desk to grab some rolled up papers before continuing the walk. the interior was just as beautiful as the exterior; intricate paintings and marble floors. wooyoung smiled as he saw the awe-stricken look on your face.

he led you to another set of double doors, pushing both of them open and stepping through without looking back to make sure you were following. now this was an office.

your jaw nearly dropped as you walked into the room, spinning a full circle to gawk at the various bookshelves that lined the walls and high ceiling that looked like it came straight out of the sistine chapel. a large fireplace cast a warm, yet still dark, glow over the room, making it look that much more impressive. a graceful vintage couch with two matching armchair were placed in front of the fireplace, a glass coffee table nestled between the seats and the source of light and warmth.

the floor creaked with every step you took, being made of dark wooden planks instead of marble.

you flinched as you heard san’s familiar voice snapping you out of your stupor. “pick your jaw up, you might catch flies.”

at the sound of his voice, you whipped around and glared at him after quickly pulling yourself together. he was sat in a leather chair at his impressive desk, wooyoung sat (balanced) on the arm of the chair.

you walked over and stood across from them in front of the desk. “it’s a nice house, are you two the only ones that live here?”

wooyoung took the chance to answer. “sometimes. there’s six others that are part of our… syndicate, but they stay in other places, surrounding grey city.”

“enough of that.” san waved his hand dismissively and leaned forward. as he did so, your eyes were drawn to his chest. he wore a white button up, though it appeared to be a bit tight judging by the way the fabric around the buttons strained every time he moved. your lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of them brought it up. “woo, the plans, please.”

the plan was set to take place the months after you had met with them for the first time. this gave you three to prepare, to memorise the layout and every detail about the building you’ll be infiltrating. for this preparation, you frequented their estate often—nearly every day—and spent hours with them. two weeks in, they offered you one of their guest bedrooms to stay in.

at first wooyoung got on your nerves, but soon enough you grew accustomed to his antics—the clinginess, the teasing. eventually, you even found yourself liking it and seeking it out.

san was slightly more reserved at first, more serious. but soon he, too, let down his guard. encouraging words, affectionate touches.

the more time you spent with them, the more you found yourself relaxing, letting them handle you with care instead of pushing them away like you used to with so many people before them. and eventually you, dare you say, began liking them.

you couldn’t deny the way san’s sharp snd perceptive eyes made you want to squirm under his gaze as he watched you bend over his desk to point something out on the building’s floor plan. you couldn’t deny the way his gentle commands (“do this for me please.” “come here, princess.”) had butterflies roaring in your stomach.

and wooyoung. while san was indeed quite physically affectionate, it was nothing compared to wooyoung. lingering touches and smooth words. sometimes you’d be grabbing something in kitchen and he’d come by, pulling you aside by your hips to grab something. later that day you’d offered to cook something up for dinner, but he only tutted and lifted you by your waist to place you on the marble island counter (“i don’t trust you in my kitchen, baby. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”). jung wooyoung was a flirt and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

two days before the heist, you walked into san’s office after waking up and not being able to find woo. in the time you’d spent with them, you had learned that san acquired the bigger and fancier office by winning a game of rock paper scissors.

as you opened the door, the cat-eyed man looked up from whatever he was working on, smiling as he watched you yawn and stretch on your way over to him. he gave you a once over; you wore an oversized shirt, the collar shifted and hanging over one shoulder, the end of the shirt ending halfway down your thighs.

“sleep well?” he asked, putting his pen down as you stopped in front of the desk. he’d woken up not too long before you, still in his sleepwear, hair tussled but somehow still perfect.

you nodded, your voice soft in your sleepy state, “where’s woo?”

“he went out to get stuff for dinner,” he chuckled as he heard the slight concern in your voice. he pushed his chair back slightly and patted his lap. “come sit here while i work, princess.”

you grinned and walked around the desk, claiming his lap as your seat. you leaned back against him, back pressed to his front. he kissed your exposed shoulder chastely and got back to work. you tried to look down at his papers to see what he was doing, but the way his unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist and shifted you slightly (in a way that accidentally made his thigh rub against certain areas) had your mind going blank, unable to focus on anything other than his touch.

though you couldn’t see it, san also had a hard time focusing. every time you moved, your ass brushed over his pelvis. it was clear he didn’t think it through when he told you to sit on him since now he was having a hard time holding himself back, a bulge growing in his sweatpants.

you shifted again, trying to find a position where none of his body parts rubbed against your core, and he sucked a sharp breath in. his hands practically flew to your hips to hold you still.

“princess, i need you to sit still or i might go crazy, okay?” he spoke softly into your ear, hot breaths brushing against your skin and making you shiver, a fact he noticed and made him smirk. maybe he was already going crazy, but just a little more wouldn’t hurt, right?

he kept his lips by your ear for a moment before moving down slightly, placing them just below your earlobe. it was your turn for your breath to hitch, tilting your head to give him more space. he nearly groaned at the subtle act of submission, burying his face into your skin and kissing his way down to the crook of your neck.

time seemed to slow as his hands tightened on your hips, he scraped his teeth along your neck before biting down gently, not enough to hurt but enough to elicit a breathy whine. when the sound left your lips, he froze.

when you noticed he wasn’t doing anything, you whined again and rolled your hips over his pelvis, dropping your head back on his shoulder. the action surprised yourself too. you’d had sex, of course, but it was never a necessity for you. even when the opportunity presented itself, you wouldn’t chase after it. yet here you were, wordlessly begging him to continue. what had these men done to you?

“is this okay?” he whispered.

you nodded immediately, turning your head to look at him. his breath nearly caught in his throat as he saw the look in your eyes, illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace—a silent plea for him to have his way with you, release the tension that’s built up over the previous three months. without waiting a second longer, he attached his lips to your neck again, a certain roughness to the way he caressed your skin with his lips and his tongue and his teeth.

you melted against him and let your eyes fall shut when you felt his hands slip shirt off, tossing it on his desk, and then rest against your bare waist, fingertips brushing over the skin making a shiver run down your spine. a voice that wasn’t his had your eyes flying open, your body freezing for a moment before you realised who it was.

“you two just couldn’t wait for me?” wooyoung pouted, leaning against the desk in front of the chair you and san occupied. san chuckled against your neck while you stared at wooyoung, dumbfounded, unexpected excitement stirring in your abdomen.

he looked from your face, to san’s smirk, and then down at the way your hips tried finding the right angle to grind on san’s lap. a dark chuckle left wooyoung’ slips and he leaned forward, hands coming to rest on your knees.

“need help with that, doll?” he tilted his head, a mocking pout gracing his lips as he cooed at you, one hand coming up to caress your cheek for a moment as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

your eyes practically twinkled as you looked up at him, pupils dilated as you nod helplessly. wooyoung smiled and patted your cheek affectionately, pecking your forehead again before sinking to his knees in between yours and san’s legs, kissing his way down your body. your eyes tracked him and his slow descent, breath held in anticipation.

“cute,” he giggled as he eyed your pink panties, slipping them off your legs and tossing them aside. he hooked your legs on either side of san’s, spreading them apart, looking up at you. “just relax, be a good girl and keep your legs like that for me, yeah?”

when you nodded, he kissed your inner thigh followed by a quiet groan as he noticed the arousal dripping from your cunt. “oh, doll, you’re so wet.”

“hm, is she?” san chimed in, one of of his hands leaving your waist to dip down and casually slide a finger through your folds; from bottom to top, applying more pressure the further he slid. you prepared yourself for his finger to get to your clit but, much to your dismay, he removed his hand just before he got there. you suppressed the urge to glare at him over your shoulder. simultaneously, wooyoung began leaving pecks all over your inner thighs.

san hummed and pressed another kiss just below your ear, whispering, his voice thick with lust, “all that and we barely even started. what a pathetic, needy mess, huh?”

the way he said it made it clear he expected an answer from you, but with how wooyoung ran a single finger through your folds, you couldn’t do much but shudder and nod. san clicked his tongue and snaked his hands further up from your waist just under your breasts, fingers brushing circles over your nipples. he waited patiently to give you more time to answer.

wooyoung’s tongue slipped out to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit and both your brain practically short-circuited. the combination of the feeling of his tongue and his wide, glossy eyes peering up at you from between your legs sending your mind reeling. he groaned as he tasted you, swearing in his head that he’d probably finish in his pants within five minutes. a sudden pinch of your nipples had you snapping out of your trance.

“say it, princess.”

“ah- i’m a mess.”

“and why are you a mess?”

you opened your mouth to answer but your own moan cut you off as wooyoung began circling your clit with his tongue. san’s lips backed away from your ear and he looked down at wooyoung, signalling for him to stop by holding up his flat palm. your chest heaved with heavy breaths as wooyoung reluctantly removed his tongue and leaned back just an inch, giving you a moment to recover.

“he won’t continue until you tell me why you’re a mess, baby.”

“because of you,” you whined, trying to press your hips closer to wooyoung’s face but to no avail as san moved his hands back down to hold you firmly by those hips he loved so much.

“good girl, that’s right,” he cooed into your ear, giving you a tender kiss. “you’re our pathetic needy mess, aren’t you?”

“your mess. i’m your mess.”

at the confirmation, san looked down at wooyoung and nodded. not even a second later wooyoung’s mouth was back on you. one of san’s hands stayed to control your hips and the other went back to massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

wooyoung’s pace was relentless. he ate you out like a man starved, licking up all the juices that seeped from you while he made sure to nudge his nose against your clit repeatedly. when his mouth wasn’t at your entrance, he had his lips wrapped around your clit, alternating between rhythmic sucks and prods of his tongue, one of his fingers teasingly circling your hole.

he swore he could’ve gotten drunk off your taste, finding the way you writhed in san’s lap so cute. wooyoung momentarily removed his mouth from you once again, watching your face as he tentatively pushed his finger past your entrance. he spoke, voice somewhere between a hoarse groan and a sigh.

“fuck…”

you threw your head back on san’s shoulder, suddenly aware of the hard erection pressed against your ass. you tried to rock your hips just a bit, wanting to help him, but his fingers tightened on your hips.

“keep being such a good girl and i’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your name, but i need you to be patient. okay, princess?”

your breath hitches and you nodded at his promise, your attention being drawn back to the man between your legs as he added another finger. your breathing grew erratic.

“mmm, so tight.” he groaned, eyes fixated on the way his fingers disappeared into your before slipping out again, more and more of your slick seeping out with each thrust of his digits. wet sounds reverberated through the room as you let out a silent curse.

you thought your noises were kept to a minimum, too embarrassed to really let loose, but as soon as he curled his fingers in you—easily finding that spongey sweet spot—a proper moan ripped itself out of you. and then his tongue was back on your clit, not as firmly as you would’ve liked but enough to draw out more moans and whimpers.

at first, he took his time, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a frustrating pace, tongue only lightly brushing over your swollen pearl. but soon enough, he sped up gradually until he reached a speed that had you crying out and arching your back with every inch that he moved. all the while san muttered encouragement into your ear.

“mhm, you’re taking his fingers so well, princess.”

“can’t wait to have my cock in your tight little pussy. don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.”

“look at you, being fucked dumb just from his fingers. you can barely even keep your eyes open, huh?”

you thought you were controlling yourself well but the moment wooyoung added a third finger, the stretch burning just slightly though your wetness kept things moving smoothly, the moment san spoke all those filthy words in your ear, you felt yourself crashing over the edge. it all felt so good you didn’t even realise you were climaxing until you felt yourself shaking and stars swarming your vision.

a high pitched cry ripped through your lips, moaning wooyoung’s name as he takes his fingers out so he can slurp up your release, groaning against you. you tasted so good and if he could, he would have bottled up all the sounds you made to listen to them before bed every night. san planted tender kisses to your jaw and shoulder as wooyoung eventually removed himself.

he looked almost as fucked out as you, drunk of the juices of your pussy as he slowly got up. he took your face in his clean hand and eagerly pressed his lips against yours, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue. the two of you made out slowly, sloppily, and he slowly trailed his hands down. tracing the curve of your waist before settling his hands on your hips, guiding them to grind over san’s length.

you followed his lead, arching your back to position your pussy right over his erection. that seemed to have made san lose all his composure, rasping out harshly, “woo, please lift her up for a moment.”

moments later, you were back in his lap, this time his long cock buried deep in your cunt. his hands guided your movements, his thrusts matching the pace of the roll of your hips. though he wasn’t able to see your face, fucking you in a reverse cowgirl position, he could image how fucked out you looked. cheeks painted red, glazed over eyes, swollen lips, messed up hair.

wooyoung separated his lips from you, chuckling against your mouth. you struggled to kiss him, san feeling so good in you that you had a hard time thinking straight. “does he feel good, babydoll?”

you nodded and leaned forward just slightly to attach you lips to his pretty neck, mindlessly kissing and licking your way down to his collarbones. wooyoung tilted his head back, another dark chuckle. he thought you were so cute—making sure to give him attention even though you were bouncing in another man’s dick. said man groaned and slumped back in the seat at the change of angle as you leaned forward, not pausing his movements once. ever since he first bottomed out in you he had trouble putting together sentences.

your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. most of them were undone anyway, he liked it like that when he wore button-ups, but you wanted it completely off. he noticed your trembling hands struggling and took over for you, ignoring the buttons and just pulling off the shirt. your eyes roamed over him, jaw slack.

“you’re so pretty, woo.” you whispered after burying your face in his neck again, any filter you had on your words completely gone.

“i think you’re pretty too, doll,” he chuckled into your ear. “so pretty getting off on me and sannie at once.”

you leaned back and looked him over, darting between his eyes and the erection straining against the trousers with pleading, half closed eyes. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what you wanted, making him coo as he understood you.

“oh, you want my cock? you wanna suck it? just one shoved inside you doesn’t satisfy you enough, huh, you pretty little slut?”

your head empty, unable to focus on anything other than the two men you were trapped between, you nodded. san groaned as he felt your walls clench around him.

“fuck- she likes that.”

“is that so?” wooyoung straightened up and grinned down at you, holding your jaw in his hand. “well, then, go ahead, doll, do as you please.”

at he sound of his permission, your hands found their way to his trousers, undoing the fly and letting them fall to the ground. you could already see the shape of it through his boxers, but didn’t pause to inspect it, hooking your fingers on his waistband and pulling it down to release him.

while his length was impressive, it didn’t look quite as long as san’s but rather thicker. compared to every dick you’ve seen, you decided jung wooyoung had a pretty one. the blushing tip leaked precum that you smeared around to stroke him slowly.

you looked up at him every time you tried something new with your hands, looking for his reaction—running your thumb over his tip, squeezing lightly as your hand moved down. no mater what you did, it elicited a deep moan from him. you looked entranced as you watched the way his eyelids fluttered in pleasure. you leaned forward (both you and san moaning and shuddering at the change in angle), pressing a kiss to his tip.

this new angle had san pounding against your sweet spot repeatedly without fail, making you suddenly feel like jello. still, you tried your best to focus on the task literally at hand.

wooyoung noticed your lack of concentration, threading his fingers in your hair and gently pulling to make you look up. he pouted at you mockingly. “can’t think straight enough with sannie’s cock stuffed in you? it’s ok, doll, you look so pretty and fucked out i could cum just from looking at you.”

you shook your head and pushed forward, wrapping your lips around his tip and sinking your mouth down on his length to the best of your abilities.

wooyoung groaned, “that’s it, doll, there you go. you can take just a little more, can’t you, pretty girl?”

eager to please him, you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. you felt him hit the back of your throat and pulled back, coughing around his length. he slipped his hand out of your hair and stroke your cheek, prompting you to glance up at him.

“you’re doing well, doll, just remember to breathe through your nose. i know you can take me just a bit deeper.”

you nodded at his words, swallowing a little more, and wrapped a hand around the rest that you couldn’t fit, stroking him slowly as you led your mouth get used to the feeling. truth be told, you hadn’t given anyone head before, completely relying on your intuition now.

“yeah, there you go, my pretty little doll. i knew you could do it.”

as you mouth worked on wooyoung, you felt that familiar knot tightening in your abdomen. san must’ve been close too, letting out a hearty groan as he gripped your hips tighter and thrusted up into you faster. every time he pulled you down and snapped his hip up to meet you, the lewd sound of his skin slapping against your and his balls hitting your clit had you whining against wooyoung’s cock.

he sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering before cooing down at you. “what was that, doll? i couldn’t quite hear you.”

you continued with the sucking and stroking until you thought it was impossible, repeatedly shaking too much to keep a steady pace. but you could tell wooyoung was close judging by his sounds and pulsating, and still wanting to please him, you kept your lips around his head as you hand stroked him as fast as you could.

moments later, his body tensed and he came into your mouth. the thick, slightly salty substance ran down your throat as you swallowed it all down. when you were sure he was done, you pulled yourself off him. wooyoung looked ready to pass out, leaning against the desk and staring up at the ceiling as he panted, catching his breath. silent curses left his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.

now with wooyoung taken care of, you leaned back against san, revelling in the feeling of him pounding into you as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. you heard him gasp by your ear and you clenched down on him.

“f-fuck… i’m gonna cum.”

oh how san loves fucking you. loves the way your walls flutter around his cock. loves all the sounds you make that he was sure you weren’t even aware of. how you writhe and jerk and shudder and whine and moan and he could go on for days.

“please, sannie,” you whined softly, “please, fill me up, please please please.”

that was the last straw. the desperation in your voice has his stomach flipping and he came just as you finished your begging. a shiver ran down your spine as your body went limp. he kept himself buried in you as one of his hands slide down to rub quick and tight circles on your clit, quickly bringing you to an orgasm that had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

once all three of you calmed down and got cleaned up, you found yourself relaxing on san’s lap again. this time, you were on one of the couches in the living room as wooyoung sat beside you. while you were in the shower, he cooked up some instant noodles, feeding them to you now.

a hand stroked the outside of your thigh comfortingly as you slurped down the last of the noodles, you recognised it as san’s hand. your legs still felt like jello and you cuddled into him as wooyoung got up to put the bowl away. you felt san press a kiss to the top of your head, practically cradling you.

“you did well, my little blue bird,” he whispered against the crown of your head and pulled you closer, “i could stay like this all day.”

“too bad because it’s my turn now.” wooyoung buckled as he returned, collapsing on the couch and snatching you of san’s grasp without warning. he stuck his tongue out at san as he held the back of you head and pressed your face into the crook of his neck, making you giggle.

san whined and reached his hands out to grab you again only to be swatted away by woo. “hey! no fair.”

“yes, it is fair,” wooyoung giggled, “you’ve had her on your lap long enough.” his best friend glared at him and muttered something under his breath as he looked away with his arms crossed.

“oh, you big baby,” you laughed as you turned your head to look at him. extending you hand to pat his knee.

san’s eyes flashed as an idea lit up in his head. he grinned as he wrapped his arms around both you and wooyoung. you weren’t sure how it happened but next thing you knew, all three of you were laying down on the couch, the two men sandwiching you lovingly.

you felt yourself blush and your brain going blank. wooyoung laughed at the expression on your face, leaning forward to kiss you until san reached over and flicked his forehead. they proceeded to argue about who should be able to kiss you more as you sighed contentedly. you realised there was no other place in earth you’d prefer to be in more than right here, nestled between the two men who you knew would take good care of you.

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thewinterjudges · 4 months ago

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this might be an unpopular opinion but i CANNOT stand the overuse of "doll" in Bucky fics. i see it and immediately want to throw myself off a cliff. please let the man call his woman ANYTHING ELSE. literally call her "my little spare tire" for all i care. just PLEASE stop with the doll for the love of GOD

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel #bucky ff #bucky fanfic #SERIOUSLY I HAD ENOUGH

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getouyuri · 5 months ago

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what pet names do you think that the jjk characters would use for their lovers 🥺🥺

uve unlocked a very specific demon in me with this cos the idea of them using pet names makes me feral i fear

ask and you shall receive 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

satoru gojo:

• it’s a laundry list dawg

• the normal ones: sweets, sugar, angel, baby, pretty

• he doesn’t even call you by your name anymore. there’s always soooome sort of pet name he drops instead of your actual name. he overuses pretty, sugar, and sweets the most. cos he’s gotta let you know at every second that you’re pretty. PRETTY. pretty pretty pretty. sometimes attached ‘girl’ or ‘boy’ after pretty, ex: pretty girl pretty boy. sugar and sweets are cos you’re sweet like candyyyyy which makes you groan

• he uses baby regularly but he’s sure to use it when you’re annoyed with him cos he sings baby by justin bieber. satoru drops to his knees like ‘BABY BABY BABY OOOOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOOOOO LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOOOH THOUGHT YOU’D ALWAYS BE MINEEEE MINEEEEEE 😫’. you have to stop him when he gets to the ludacris verse

• the unserious ones: all of these are used to mess with you or embarrass you in front of others. pookie, pookie biscuit, snugglemuffin, babycakes, boo boo bear, sugar lips, toots, kitten, honey bunches of oats

suguru geto:

• 30% of the time he calls you by your name but the other 70% is a surprisingly long list of pet names

• angel, doll, beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart, darling, pretty or pretty baby, sometimes babydoll

• ik a lot of people say he’d use ‘my love’ or ‘love’ but idkkkk i’m not feeling it for him 😣 even though he Is a romantic…

• angel doll and sweetheart are the main ones that he uses imo. he likes to put ‘my’ in front of angel with his possessive ass

• for fem!reader he uses princess, (‘my’) pretty girl, (‘my’) sweet girl… giggle giggle

toji fushiguro:

• eaaaaasy. cutie, sugar, babes, doll for sure 😁🙂‍↕️

• cutie is used teasingly for the most part imo

• for fem!reader he uses princess too but also ma/mama. which i get Conflicted about sometimes but also im like�� hehehehehe……… yeah he’d say that shit and I’d kick my feet a bit idk!

choso kamo:

• very romantic and cliché, almost corny pet names 😭😭

• lovely, my love, darling, bunny, sunshine, treasure are the ones he uses methinks. mainly lovely and darling

• again im kinda conflicted about my love… maybe i just don’t like that endearment now that i think about it???&42$ but anyways 40% of me thinks that he’d use ‘my love’ and the other 60% is like 🙅🏽‍♀️ naw

• he usually puts ‘my’ in front of treasure

shoko ieiri:

• ughhhtnwygbykdhwbrd now im rlly kicking my feet… writing about her in my nonexistent diary

• angel, princess (IM BUSTINGGGGG okay sorry), beautiful, pretty, cutie, babe

• princess and angel are her #1’s 👆🏽 trust me

• just like toji, she uses cutie in a teasing way!! especially when you do something that she finds amusing/cute

• she refers to you as ‘the wife’ around others in a bit of a joking way. shoko’ll be like ‘gotta go, the wife’s at home and she’ll kill me if i’m not back at 6’ and ‘the wife wants me to go to the store’

yuki tsukumo:

• starts yowling like a cat in heat

• sorry

• princess 😣😣😣, bunny, pretty girl, sweet girl, angel, cutie, wifey, baby

• it’s rare that she calls you by your name. it’s typically princess, bunny, wifey, and pretty girl with the others sprinkled in occasionally

• just like shoko she also does the ‘the wife’ thing around others when she’s referring to you :3 she’ll do it to your face too. like ‘whatever the wife wants, the wife gets 🙂‍↕️’

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exquiviaa · 7 days ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓!

(.✦˙— 🌸.) Featuring: Osamu Dazai and fem!reader

(.✦˙— 👙) Sypnosis — After you had been discharged from the hospital, all you can do is return back to the agency, and see how Dazai will react, but you didn’t think he would be like this, not after what you put him through by accident.

(.✦˙— 🩰) Tags — angst with comfort, reader is hinted to be obsessed with pink, reunion, heartwarming, etc.

(.✦˙ — 🎀) a/n — this is probably shit, considering that I have never been able to write well, and I'm sorry if this story isn't even mediocre, I'm trying to get my writing skills up lol 😼 also not proofread because I'm a lazy fuck

Word count: aprox more than 380 words.

A full year. 365 days where Dazai had to endure his daily work life without you, his partner-in-crime. You had been in a coma due to overusing your ability and got corrupted whilst doing so. Dazai stayed by your side every day, until he eventually stopped visiting.

You woke up, and looked around. It was now a year later, and after going through the tedious after math checkups and paperwork, you eventually got discharged. You had to pay your own hospital bills with your money, so you took a little from your savings and finally left the hospital. You walked a few miles to your house, legs wobbly, and you even fell, scraping your knees. You changed to your usual outfit, light pink skirt, white shirt, light pink cardigan, sparkly pink tights, and white doll heels. It’s what you were known for. You grabbed your tote bag and keys, then left.

Meanwhile, Dazai was feeding your Tamagotchi that he decided to look over during the year, and it was the only thing that kept him sane. He continued his paper work after feeding the Tamagotchi, but a knock interrupted the comfortable silence that filled the agency. He looked up, raising an eyebrow, but Kunikida was already up, grumbling before opening the door.

Dazai hadn’t expected it, but you walked into the agency office, for the first time after being in a coma. “Hi..” You smiled, looking at everyone. Dazai’s eyes widened, and he ran up to you. “Did you really think that I would leave you here?..” You spoke, voice raspy. Dazai almost bursted into tears, and you pulled him into your warm embrace.

Everyone looked up, and they were surprised to say the least. Even Ranpo opened his eyes. He ran up to you as well, trying to hug you but Dazai pushed him away. Alas, you were finally at your second home with the people that loved you the most. You hadn’t expected them to react like this, but you’re glad that they weren’t pissed at you, especially Dazai.

again, sorry if this is shit, I’m still trying to improve chat 😕

#Spotify #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #thisisprobablytrashiamsosorryinadvanceeeughhh #exquiviaa #hurt/comfort

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 1 month ago

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quiet love

he’s never been one to show his love loudly.

warnings: implications (it happens but not graphically?) of sex, slight swearing, implications of sexual assault, violence at the end (against someone else)

roughly 1.3k

a/n: if yall saw my research post this is what that was for, our covert little menace

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James Buchanan Barnes didn’t show love loudly. He showed his love softly, slowly, quietly.

He showed her he loved her through soft hand squeezes, stolen little looks in crowded rooms, setting up her bath when the day was just too much. His heart was vast and his love infinite; he would do anything within his ability to show her he cared.

Anything within his ability includes giving her space but making it known that he’s there, the doors left slightly ajar, the tea he makes when she has a migraine, throwing her favorite blanket in the dryer before she gets out of the shower so she can curl up in it.

He loves her. He just doesn’t overuse it.

He says it now as he holds her, god he needed to hold her. This sweet, lovely woman who he is absolutely head over heels, never letting go of, utterly in love with, is ruining him in the best way.

The first kiss, the feel of her flesh above his, rocking and rolling against him, how damn soft she feels— she’s everything he’s ever wanted and everything he never deserved all at once.

She’s a damn goddess and all he wants to do is worship her, praise her, pray over her mind, body, and soul. Every movement of hers sends his mind spinning, his chest squeezing, his hands tightening on her hips and thighs.

They agreed they would do this at her pace, he would never do anything to disrespect or hurt her, but the second she groans for more he’s only happy to oblige.

“I love you.” He pants when he thrusts upwards, his hands so gentle and so rough against her as he brings her down.

“Y’alright doll?” He asks every time he changes something up, asks after asking if what he’s changing up is okay or if she’d rather not.

‘I love you’ disguised in every word, every movement of his skin against hers, every heated glance, every soft and desperate kiss.

‘I love you’ in the way he presses soft kisses to her skin when they’re done, after he’s taken care of her each and every time. His adoration and care shown through the way his rough and calloused fingers gingerly carry her to the bath, the way he whispers sweet words and asks check-in questions as he cleans her off.

‘I love you’ in his furrowed brows as he gently untangles her wet hair, in the sliver of tongue as he focuses on toweling her off without being too rough.

All the ways he could say those three words, and he only says them once during their first time together, because they both know an overabundance of language isn’t necessary when actions do much better.

“I love you.” He says quietly, the words slipping from his mouth again hours after they’re done and she’s in his arms, in his t shirt, curled under the blankets.

She’s quiet for so long, he thinks he’s gone too far. Her silence has him rolling over a little, his hand stilling in her hair, and his eyes darting desperately to her’s. But the fear quickly turns to concern and he shifts, pulling her back from his chest and moving so they’re eye to eye.

“Dove? Is.. is everything alright? Are you hurt?” He’s panicking, his rapid fire questions and the breathy tone to his voice giving it all away.

She’s biting her lip hard, little sounds slipping from her tongue, and with those glossy eyes and two lines of silver down her cheeks, he can’t help but be concerned. A hand comes up to cup her face instantly, his other arm still beneath her and holding her close.

“Was I too rough? Did I—“

“No, no— I just— you were perfect baby, fucking perfect.” She manages, her voice low and choked, her throat clogged with tears.

Her soft hands shakily swipe at tears, her forearm smothering the rest as they come. She doesn’t want him to see her like this, it’s obvious, and his hands stops her ministrations soon after they begin.

“Then why are you crying dove?”

It’s as if his question broke the dam, her tears come so much faster and her hands curl tighter into his shirt.

“I’ve never been taken care of like that.”

Her words are rushed, hoarse, and smothered in tears, but he understands all of them. His heart aches for her.

His hand cups her cheek again, thumb brushing the tears away as they roll, and just looks at her for a moment. He waits.

His girl is a rambler, her oncoming rush of words is something he’s come to expect and rely on. It only concerns him when she shakes her head and looks down, because she knew he expected her to keep on.

“You deserve to be taken care of doll, given your pleasure and then cleaned up all nice,” he says quietly, careful eyes watching hers.

A tension fills the air, one he isn’t sure he wants to touch, one he knows he’ll have to take down. His hand tentatively slows on her cheek as her tears slow too, her eyes squishing together as she tries to make them stop. Her hand, curling and uncurling in his shirt; her eyes, rapidly blinking and squeezing tight; her mouth, repeating the motions of 1, 2, 3, 4 in and 5, 6, 7, 8 out

“There’s more, isn’t there?” He asks quietly, softly, in hopes that there really isn’t.

Her shaky nod says yes.

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Bucky shows his love in quiet ways.

Whispers of affection and affirmation as his girlfriend sobbed into his chest, holding her close as she broke.

Sometimes quiet can be bad though, bad for others.

His footsteps quiet as he breaks into a man’s house, his movements precise as he avoids the cameras, his hands deft.

‘I love you’ two nights ago as she told him what happened. Her body and mind desperately reaching for him, needing to be in their shared space when she let it all out.

She trusted him implicitly, always had, and she knew her worth. She knew she was worth his love and affection, she knew she was worth his quiet care, and she knew she was worth being taken care of. She told him hours afterwards, in the quiet of morning, why she broke down.

Two days later and now he’s showing his love quietly. He would do anything within his ability to show her he cares.

He knew she’d had a bad past sexually but dammit—

This guy deserved to die. He didn’t deserve to wake up in the morning, he didn’t deserve to scream out, he didn’t deserve jack shit.

But she deserved every piece of Bucky, and a piece of him would go away if he killed this man— this piece of trash.

He left him in his bed, bleeding and bruised, with all the bones in both hands crushed. He only hoped he wouldn’t wake up in the morning.

His phone rings halfway down the street as he’s walking home, back to their apartment.

“Hey sweetheart, I know the meeting ran a little late but I’m on my way back right now.”

His hand clenching as he remembers how it felt to strangle him. The tension easing from his bones as he hears her soft, sleepy voice.

“I figured, just wanted to check in and hear your voice.”

“I love you baby.” He says softly, breathing into the cold air.

“Love you too, James.” He can almost hear the grin on her lips, the smile in her voice.

Every broken bit of him mends back together when she says his name like that.

Madly, irrevocably, unapologetically, quietly. Those are only some of the words that describe how he loves her.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #bucky barnes is a bamf #james buchanan barnes

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

NEXT PART>>

Summary: The one where in Larissa sex life is no longer boring or Larissa took chance on a young shapeshifter who had a massive crush on her.

Warning/s: PORN WITH MASSIVE FEELINGS. G!P READER.

(Ao3 link)

Her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head and her breath shook with every movement of your tongue against her hot, wet cunt, so soaked with her own arousal and your spit making it so easy for you to penetrate her hole.

“Darling, please.” She pleaded, her voice barely a whisper and her breath stuttered, her back arching off of her seat. “Please.” She repeated. The bucking her hips to receive more of that pleasure betrayed the hand that was pushing your head off from her cunt. She was overly stimulated, her pussy clenching tight around you as you fuck those fingers deep and hard into her, paying no mind to her pleas as your focus was zeroed on giving her the best pleasure you could give.

“One more, Larissa. Come for me one more time.” She shook her head, mouth falling open to protest but before she could get the words out, her own moans interrupted her, spilling out much louder this time. It was like throwing a tank of gasoline to an already blazing pit of fire. The way she breathlessly called for your name on repeat, her fingernails digging to your scalp and fisting your hair in a tight firm grip, oh, it fucking did it for you.

She watched you, though she was struggling to keep her eyes open, as you finger her until she had tears rolling down her cheeks, “Darling, please, no more.” and the heel of her foot dug on your back, “No more? Oh, baby, but look at you. You really don’t want me to stop, do you?” It was easy to manipulate her body into coming for you for the fourth time. You almost groaned, feeling her body tensed beneath your fingertips.

When you pulled, Weems could barely form a cognitive thought let alone move a muscle. Her legs, shaky.

Right there, still half naked with her thighs smeared with the proof of your worship, Larissa felt nothing but a limp doll: overused and overfucked.

It wasn’t like she was going to complain but she knew her body would give her hell the next day for all the stunts you both did in her office before moving back to her quarters and though there was one spacious bed, you insisted to fuck her on the couch with her back turned, kneeling, and holding for dear life on backrest while you took her from behind. You had one hand guiding her hip as they slammed right back to you and the other fisting her silver tresses.

She came faster in that position, and yours came mere seconds after, filling her pussy with so much cum it dripped down the insides of her thighs and onto the premium leather.

Larissa’s knees were still flaming red after bearing her weight for the longest time you’ve fucked her but she was keen to ignore the pain and the visible bruising when she buried your face in her pussy to lap the juices that still leaked from her in retaliation of what you did to her. It was only right to clean up the mess you made and that was how you ended up where you were right now: in between her legs, grinning like cheshire cat with a cum-smeared face.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” you stood up with a popping sound from both knees, “Jesus, how old does my body think I am?”

Larissa kept her eyes fixated on your physique; shamelessly bare and sweaty, setting her on the edge of yet another urge to pounce on you like a woman starved. Whatever you were muttering went past her ears, her eyes lingered on your breasts down your soft belly before it dipped to the appendage hanging in between your legs. So fucking irresistible. To be honest, you could just stand there and do nothing and Larissa might just have her fifth. Good Lord, what are you turning her into? Some sex-crazed bitch.

She’d been thinking less with her head and more with her cunt and honestly she couldn’t blame herself if you looked like that.

Larissa bit her lip, unable to resist the tempting visual before her.

From the floor, you picked up your shirt and slid it over your head and straightened it out around the torso. “I’m gonna go out and get us somethin’ to eat.” next were the pair of sweats, drawing the strings tight before you made a knot to secure it in place.

“Hmm?” she mindlessly hummed, watching you tuck the strings inside the waistband.

“Food. I’m gonna go get us some food, you craving something in particular?”

“No...” Her mind still clouded with post-sex haze that much was clear.

“How about fish and chips? I heard lots of good things about the newly opened business just ‘round the corner.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in… say half an hour?”

When Larissa snapped from whatever incantation you put her, you were already grabbing your keys and a couple of bills to shove them right in your pocket.

She smiled when you walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be as fast as I can. Go shower while I’m gone and then maybe we can watch a movie while we eat, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You were about to pull but she was quick enough to catch the neckline of your shirt and drew you closer, pecking your lips one more time. “What if we both shower together? it will be quick I promise.”

“As tempting as you may be, I need to feed my woman, she gets grumpy and blames me when she’s hungry.”

With one last peck, you were out of the door, grinning and humming to the last song that was stuck in your head.

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The mirror reflected a blurred image of her, right where she stood in front of the sink wrapped in her robe ready to pick up her toothbrush when suddenly Larissa took notice of how there were two in the holder: one for her and one for you. She took hers, put some toothpaste and started brushing her teeth.

Larissa leaned her lower back on the sink, and took her time to look around her. Two claw clips, two robes, two towels, two different mouthwash (you claim hers was too minty for you so you brought your own) there were always sets of two anywhere she looked around not that she mind that.

She spit the foam and rinsed her mouth. When she walked in her bedroom, she saw the little trinkets you left on the left bedside table, more hair clips, elastic ponytail, your little lighter, the keys to your apartment, even your phone was there. Your side of the bed was unmade and she could see fallen hair strands on the pillow case where it was still dented in the middle from the last time you laid there.

You had made your mark everywhere and she could feel her heart leapt to her throat.

Tomorrow would mark six months of your ongoing little arrangement with her and yes sex was good—well, actually, it was the best. Larissa had never felt the real pleasure of fingers and mouth until you came alone and shattered her years of boring sex life. She no longer needed to make a trip to the store in the middle of the night to buy batteries because her vibrator died in the middle of chasing her orgasm.

Fuck, you were too good for your own good sometimes and after making her come in the first five minutes of touching the first night, she knew she needed to keep your around.

She was still dressed in her robe and drying her hair when you came back.

“Oh God, I’m starving. I need my calories now.”

While you put the take outs on the coffee table she went to grab a bottle red and two mugs.

From the kitchen she still had a nice view of the living room, and she watched you with a starved look as you removed your hoodie, your shirt lifting up in the process. Oh, yes, she’d have her dessert later.

“If you were to undress me at least do it with your hands and not your eyes.” Larissa’s face visibly turned red, “And let me eat first then I’ll let you pounce on me.” You chuckled, shoving fries into your mouth.

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On Monday morning, the woman was greeted with a massive file of work she had to go through, she meant to bring these home for the weekend but her plans went in a different direction when you called asking her if you could steal her for some late lunch at the restaurant nearby the campus.

When you both returned though Larissa wasn’t ready to let you go, she pulled you and locked her office before crashing your lips together, your hands bunching the skirt up around her waist and slipping your hand inside her underwear. You ended up pressing her on the wall, too impatient to even wait to settle down somewhere comfortable. With her legs spread and facing the wall, your hips pressing to her backside and her lustful eyes only intensified when she felt the growing bulge until it was hard and poking, begging to feel the softness of her cunt, to be swallowed deep and to cum inside.

With her underwear pulled down around her gorgeous claves, you took her with long deep strokes, face buried on the crook of her neck.

Her face went red recalling what happened that whole afternoon, how you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time and it embarrassed her how the briefest touch of your hands to her thighs, or the whispers on her ears calling her pretty or hot had her panties always in twist…and on the floor.

She sighed, sitting down on the fine leather seat and started working.

Maybe if she got it done early she’d call you.

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Larissa, however, was consumed by her work, forgetting other things that didn’t exist within the walls of her office. By the time she had a moment to herself after signing and writing corresponding emails and polishing her report for the upcoming board meeting, it was already four in the afternoon, her lunch was barely touched sitting in the corner of her desk.

The woman sighed, pushing her seat a little away from her desk and reached for her phone. She raised a brow seeing there were no text messages or even a single missed call from you.

Usually there was at least one message waiting for her but today, there was none. She felt a pinch in her heart. No, no, she shouldn’t, she was not entitled to be upset, you weren’t her girlfriend. You two were just fucking around and maybe lately you had became a little too affectionate, blurring whatever rules you both had agreed on. Larissa felt like it was her fault, she let herself be enamoured, let herself to be too vulnerable for you. She let herself be comfortable.

Rule number one: Never be too comfortable.

Well fuck.

It was another two hours more of work when eventually her body screamed for comfort and some proper meal. She switched the lights off and locked her office, calling it a day.

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When she arrived and put her car into park, her heart dropped. The lights were on and her front door was unlocked. It would have been wise to call the authorities immediately but she felt like this wasn’t an attempt to rob her. She slowly and gently pushed the door open, tiptoeing past the threshold but then the floorboards creaked.

“‘Rissa, is that you?” It was you. She knew your voice from every pitch no matter the distance. It was also impossible that she might be dreaming about this.

And before she had time to pinch herself, she heard the unmistakable padding of your feet across the floor as you approached her, and then there you were, in the flesh, right before her eyes. “Baby, hi…” all the anger and stress she felt within the day all subsided as a tender, sweet smile welcomed her.

You had a spatula in one hand, and you were wearing one of her old Nevermore shirts. Her brow raised at the lack of underpants but that wasn’t her main concern at the moment so she willed herself to look up.

You then stepped closer to kiss her cheek, your freehand grasping on her arm as you stood on your toes trying to reach for her.

“Okay lady you gotta bend down so I can reach you and don’t tease me about shifting. I'm too lazy and tired to do that.”

Her body listened, bending down she felt your lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I used the spare key you gave me. I know I should at least let you know but I have a problem…”

“You’re here.” she mumbled, still in a state of shock.

“I am. I wanted to see you and I’m sorry I know, like I said I should have texted you first but my phone fell in the bath yesterday. I was taking some nasty shots for you but it slipped. I put in a bowl of rice in an attempt to salvage it but it was helpless. I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you.”

“N-no, no, of course not.” You almost broke my heart.

“Good because I would never do that. Ever.” You kissed her light on the lips, merely brushing your lips together with no indicated force. Larissa felt herself quickly melting away in your touch.

“I was going to call you at work but I don’t remember your number. Sorry.”

“And you drove all the way from the city just to tell me this?”

“Yes and I’d have to drive back again in the morning because I obviously have work but…yeah, I drove all the way just to tell you this and I cooked dinner and cleaned your house.”

Larissa felt like you were rambling too much so to cut you out of your own misery, she pulled you into a kiss, a long deep one with both hands cupping your face making you gasp before you were able to reciprocate.

—

Larissa could still feel the ache in between her thighs as she sat in the toilet. It was eleven in the evening and you were currently passed out in her bed, audibly snoring. She might have fucked you too hard, all of the frustrations were channeled in the way she took you and rode your lap resulting on multiple orgasms and it wasn’t like you were stopping her.

When she finished cleaning her hands and was ready to go to bed, something struck her in the midst of exiting the bathroom…her period two was weeks delayed.

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egotisticaleverything · 4 months ago

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Heyyy! I cannot stop thinking about Matt and Foggy losing an unbelievably easy case to some dipshit nepotism baby lawyer who is good friends with the judge. Obsessed with the thought of secretary reader coddle and suck off Foggy while Matt lets out his anger in doggy! Please please please do.this and my soul is yours🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

An Outlet.

A/N: Anon. You have awoken something in me that I didn’t know what laying dormant until now with this request. It’s a short one but enjoyy

Warning/contains: Threesome, ‘Eiffel Tower’ type beat, face fucking, praise kink (kinda), use of ‘good girl’, angry sex, unprotected P in V, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, NOT BETA READ we die like foggy might in DDBA. LMK if I missed anything <3

Word count: 542

You genuinely had no idea how you ended up here, the last thing you remember was Matt and Foggy coming back into the office pissed after losing- what seemed like a very straight forward -case to a “stupid fucking nepo baby of a lawyer” (Foggy’s words, not yours.) And next thing you know you’re on all fours, with Matt behind you and Foggy in-front.

“H-holy shit-…” The blonde groaned as he practically face-fucked you, his hands tangled in your hair as he looked down at you through half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as he felt you gasp, almost struggling for air.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Matt coaxed from behind, thrusting into you at an almost punishing pace, one of his hands resting on your hip as the other grasped at your shoulder to hold you in place, “Good girl, takin’ us so well…” he continued,

his praise sending a surge of warmth through your body, causing you to let out an almost guttural moan, muffled against Foggy’s cock, the vibrations sending a surge of pleasure through him, causing his grip to tighten on your messy locks as his breath catches.

“Fuck princess you’re gonna kill me…” Foggy panted, his movements not halting for a second as he continues his movements, a mix of spit and cum cascading down your chin, painting a lewd picture as it stains your once pristine blouse.

By this point you’re barely coherent, you’ve never felt so fucked out and overstimulated. Your body is in complete autopilot as Matt’s cock drags against the walls of your overused cunt and Foggy your mouth. You had no idea how many times you’d came- maybe a vague memory of Matt filling you as you struggled to swallow down the load Foggy left you with. You weren’t complaining though, you could stay like this forever. They both needed an outlet, and god did they get one.

Between the two of them, they could barely get enough of you. Not just using you, but feeling you. From Matt’s perspective- though he couldn’t see you, he could sense you. He could feel every little reaction he got out of you, every jolt of pleasure he sent through you with every thrust. He could relish in these feelings for the rest of time, knowing what he’s going to you, the effect he has on you- god it’s addicting.

From Foggy’s perspective it was almost twice as lewd. Your fucked out expression, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, looking up at him through thick lashes, tears pricking at the corner of your lust-filled eyes- everything. Just everything. From the way you looked to the way your mouth fit perfectly around his cock, it awoke something in him. Everything about you was so angelic, it left him with an almost carnal lust for you. Every gasp, every moan, every noise that attempted to escape your mouth sent vibrations through him he didn’t know possible.

You were so fucking perfect in that moment. Every thing they needed. Right fucking there. The perfect pretty little doll for them to use. And god how you loved it. Fucked so dumb and stuck between both your employers. Getting angrily ploughed and practically face-fucked at once. Maybe you’d hope they’d lose again some time soon..

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ad0rechuu · 2 years ago

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HONEST (BUT HAPPY) ACCIDENT. ━━ PSW

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ first kiss, kissing each other breathless, nose kisses & holding hands while running through the rain

requested by @mundayoonimnida. ━━━━━ gn! foreigner! reader x university student! park seonghwa , fluff/slice of life , staring: yn & seonghwa (+ unnamed friends) , tw: rain, slight anxiety, kissing, mentions of both star wars and legos, the reader wears lip make up, overuse of the word pretty because the author loves that word , wc: 685 , notes: i know the request is technically female reader but i ended up not using any pronouns so it’s gn! thanks for requesting lovely im sorry that it took so long! the request was wonderful

[ listening to . . . ] CAndY EyEs doLLS by Tommy February6

masterlist | credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SEONGHWA COULD NOT BELIEVE HIS OWN ACTIONS.

It was truly unlike him to do something like this. He knew it, and even you— who was now staring with wide eyes at him— knew it.

Your thumbs had stopped caressing his wet hands like they previously did as you two stood underneath the bus shelter. You didn’t let go however, not even once. That little fact gave him hope that he hadn't ruined everything, despite still feeling like letting the earth swallow him.

He hadn't meant to kiss you. It was an honest accident.

It was just.. The way you had shown up as he walked back to his dorm after class, grabbed his hands, and pulled him out of the rain only a couple moments before. The way you gently scolded him about the mere possibility of getting sick made him feel so cared for— so loved that his body moved before he even knew what he was doing.

Truthfully, he hadn’t know you for that long. Only 343 days to be exact. Back then, you were just the pretty foreign exchange student, but something about you made him fall head over heels. He was a fool for you since the day you first exchanged words when you were assigned to work on a class project together in one of your shared classes.

He was so happy to find out you two had mutual friends, giving him an excuse to keep hanging around you after the project ended.

Seonghwa could never not melt in your presence. Especially not when he found out you two had similar interests like Star Wars (he couldn't even be bothered when you'd said that Star Trek was just as good to you) and building Legos.

After he happened to buy one of the sets you were interested, you two spent the whole night building it together. It had eventually become a weekly occurrence where you would build Legos or rewatch the movies and theory videos. All the while, Seonghwa stole glances of your pretty lips, wondering if they’d feel as soft as they looked.

Well.. Now he knew!

It was definitely not the way he had planned to confess. You were so beautiful inside and out. You always took care of him and protected him out of the kindness of your heart and made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You honestly deserved a better confession.

But that was not how it went, and now you were looking at him with those pretty eyes. He watched your expression with a nervous, awaiting look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, you just—! It was uh… an accident! Yeah, an accident! I’m really sorry, Yn.” He stuttered as he moved a step away.

With the distance he created in between you and him, he tried to let go of your hands, only for you to tighten your grip on them, pulling him closer instead.

“An accident?” You asked, the mere thought creating a slight tremor in your words.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to confess like this—”

Seonghwa continued to stumble over his own words, but those few were enough for the corners of your mouth to lift up in a wholehearted smile. You wrapped your hands around his neck, staring into his brown eyes, and placed a kiss on his nose, effectively silencing his self-deprecating confession.

Finally, Seonghwa looked back at you, the hearts nearly jumping out of his eyes as they met your own.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you slowly leaned in, lips coming together in a entirely new sensation, moving clumsily but in-sync, full of emotion until the both of ran out of oxygen.

Slightly panting, you looked at each other once again as you parted, with a knowing but loving smile, as well as your cosmetic lip color apparent on both of your lips. You breathlessly exchanged your feelings before reuniting in the third kiss of many to come.

Sure, he didn’t mean to kiss you right there and then. It was simply an honest but happy accident.

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stuckymonkey · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 7: Forced Orgasm

dark!steve rogers x reader

word count - not a lot of k

a/n - i was not in the mood while writing this, so i'm sorry if it shows! it's also pretty short because this week/weekend has been a little hectic!

i hope i wrote this right! feedback is always appreciated!

warnings - use of y/n, kind of noncon (reader uses safeword but steve doesn't stop), filth, absolute filth,

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NEVER IGNORE TRIGGER WARNINGS

Y/n was a very giving person. It was engraved into her sunshine-y nature to be generous and selfless, often times putting her own happiness (and pleasure) on the backburner.

This is why Steve was pounding into her from behind on their kitchen counter, absolutely railing her.

"You need this, Y/n, let me make you feel good," His beard tickled the back of your neck as her thrusted into your pussy.

Your hips were banging on the counter at a bruising pace, your boobs bouncing with each of his thrusts.

"Ahhh!" Steve's tattooed fingers came down to expertly rub at your clit. The pace he set was the polar opposite to the lightning fast snap of his hips. His fingers instead rubbed slowly and sensually, making your core burn.

If this wasn't your fourth orgasm of the night, you definitely wouldn't be so sensitive, but this was number four for crying out loud! Every touch of his fingers, lips and cock had you burning hotter and hotter as it took less and less time to push you over the edge.

To say you were overstimulated was an understatement, your cunt and inner thighs had gone numb about half way into your third orgasm, your clit puffy from all of Steve's generous attention.

Even though you were being pushed past your limits, you trusted Steve and knew that he would do what was best for you.

You squealed as his cock brushed against your g-spot at the same time his fingers pressed on your overused clit, causing your walls to spasm around his length. "Ah, Fuck," he moaned, nibbling at the skin between your shoulder and jaw.

"One more love, you can take it," He said. Steve had briefly stopped thrusting and pulled out, once again stopping his orgasm. Four times he had done that, making sure that tonight was all about his princess.

Unlike the last four rounds, Steve didn't make you change positions. He re entered you, making you scream in pleasure and pain. "Steve, no, please, I can't," You sobbed, fingers white from gripping the counter so hard.

"You can do it baby," He encouraged, slowly starting to move. You wailed out, begging him to stop. He slapped you cheek, "Shut up," He snarled before regaining his brutal pace. You screamed again, begging louder for him to pull out. He shushed you and kept fucking into you like you were his little toy.

Steve ruined you, fucking you so hard your toes lifted off the floor. His fingers found your mouth, shoving them down your throat to shut you up after you had started screaming your safeword. "Such a good little cumdump," He praised, twisting your nipples before moving back down to your clit.

He fell forward, your face hitting the counter top. "Be good princess, let me fill you up. I know you want it, slut,"

Whines and moans accompanied the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin, your thighs and ass cheeks coated in your own cum.

Soon Steve's thrusts got sloppy, and he started rubbing you harder, trying to get you to cum before he did. "Steve, RED, NO, PLEASE!" You begged, right before your blinding orgasm overtook, wrenching a blood curdling scream from you.

Steve's hips stuttered as he emptied himself into your cunt, letting himself ride through his orgasm, his now empty balls hitting your ass.

You sobbed as he pulled out, deep in a subspace. "Good girl," He cooed, turning you around and brushing hair from your face. "Aren't you glad I pushed you, doll?" You slowly nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I always know what you need."

😶😳this was filthy and dirty and...just wow.

I honestly didn't know i could write this kind of thing....i hope you enjoyed some dark!steve this saturday night🥵

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dawn-iscozy · 3 months ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ vi ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic �� “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 9k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: period/menstrual cycle, food, a lot of food actually, and lots of kissing, fluffyfluffyfluffyyyyy, unrealistically fitting three sleeping adults in one bed, overuse of the word “waffle”, discussions of relationship status, blushing lots of blushing, and giggling lots of giggling, just really cute, some hints of spice, “doll”, yungiyungiYUNGI, domestic-ish woo, hongjoong split-dye and tattoo, hongjoong wears makeup AND glasses, woo makes a daddy joke, mxm adjacent jokes, some name calling, collar joke, woo likes it when joong is mean to him (we been knew), and apparently so does rora

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

vi: blankets of warmth

The three of them stayed over at her apartment much longer than they probably should have on a weeknight, and she ended up falling asleep, sandwiched between Yeosang and San on the over-stuffed sofa. She didn’t know how she ended up there, but she assumed that San’s legs were going numb like her own were and she had moved herself (likely against a slew of complaints from San) there. She had also somehow wiggled her way out of San’s hoodie, using it, instead, as a makeshift blanket for her curled up legs.

Rora woke up once, finding her cheek pressed against Yeosang’s tense shoulder and her arms looped around one of his to hold it close to her chest. She mumbled out apologies, muffled and slurred even to her own sleepy ears, fumbling and ultimately failing to sit up. Giving up to mumble more apologies and rest her head right back where it was.

He chuckled, relaxed back into the sofa, his cheek pressed lightly against her hair. “It’s okay,” Yeosang murmured in his soft, low voice. She almost groaned at the sound of it. His voice reminded her of a warm lullaby on a stormy night just as much as it reminded her of hazy summer nights, leaving her swimming in a slow, sleepy warmth that worked its way up her back in a lazy crawl to settle in her fuzzy brain.

A huff warmed the side of her neck, and she became aware of a weight on her shoulder. San fell asleep, too, it seemed. She blinked the sleep away as best as she could and sighed. “Do you want me to move?” she asked, tongue still heavy in her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Yeosang repeated. “Do you want to go to bed? Jjong and I could get you and San all tucked in and leave you to sleep.”

She whined. “No. Stay.” She snuggled further into his warmth, and he tensed at the move before relaxing into a soft laugh that warmed her from the inside.

“You’re just as clingy as Woo and San,” he said softly, shaky fingers pushing strands of her hair out of her face.

“Cozy,” she simply murmured, and he gave a low chuckle.

Rora felt a shift in the air around her, a brief breeze carrying a certain cologne she had long-since grown familiar with - warm and strong with surprising notes of sweetness - and she blinked her heavy eyes open to see Jongho crouched down in front of them. “Let’s at least lay you down, hmm?” he murmured.

She nodded, rubbing her eyes with her fists and reaching out for him. “Carry me?” she asked, too sleepy to care that she was asking her coworker to do such a thing.

He all but cooed at her, gummy smile on full display. “C’mere, precious,” he said, pushing the bulky sweater from her lap and pulling her into his arms.

Yeosang’s hands were on her back then the backs of her thighs, aiding in lifting her into Jongho’s arms safely, then helping her wrap her legs around his friend’s waist securely. “There you go,” he murmured with a lingering touch to her waist.

She sighed, letting herself fully rely on Jongho’s strength, arms around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder, clinging to him like a koala. “Home?” Rora asked.

“Do I have to go home?” he clarified. She nodded, and his hands smoothing up her thighs, fingers locking together to support her below her bottom. “I probably should, but I can stay if you want me to.”

“Both?”

There was a pause, and she imagined Jongho and Yeosang looking at each other for a moment, talking between each other without actually talking in that way that long-term friends seem to be able to do. Jongho released a breath through his nose and hiked her higher up in his hold. “We both can stay, yes,” Jongho finally said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

She hummed, letting the sway of his walk and the tight grip he had on her lull her into near unconsciousness. Mere moments later Rora jolted, whining when she was placed atop cold sheets and gripping onto Jongho’s sweater in displeasure.

“I know, precious,” Jongho soothed, his warm hands gripping her own, thumb running over the backs of them until her fingers unclasped. “There you go, good girl.”

A shiver worked down her spine at that, her breath huffing out of her in surprise. She wasn’t sure when he had become so bold with her or why, but she liked it. A lot, if the way her heart sped up in her chest was any indicator.

Jongho hummed, pressing her shoulders lightly to get her to lay down. She shivered again, blinking open her heavy eyes to look up at him through her lashes, hoping he couldn’t read her probably very obvious arousal, though it was also very dampened by sleepiness. He stared right back, tucked her hair behind her ear, those sparkly eyes taking in her every expression. “Sang, just leave San and get over here. He’ll be fine” he said, shuffling the blankets until they were all the way pulled back.

Rora’s gaze drifted over Jongho’s shoulder, unable to hold his gaze any longer, and watched as Yeosang laid San down on the sofa and draped her throw blanket over him, tucking a pillow between his friend’s arms. Amusement swelled in her when the buff man snuggled into the soft fabric of her throw pillow, tamped down only by the sight of Yeosang pulling off his jacket. He wore a simple t-shirt underneath, but it looked like it was made specifically for him, clinging to his chest and shoulders, revealing toned arms.

“He’s going to be sulky when he wakes up in the morning,” Yeosang mused, walking over to her bed. He stopped next to Jongho, fingers pushing her hair back from her face lightly. She could feel them trembling against her skin, and she wanted to take them between her hands to steady them. Instead, she turned her face into his touch. “Can I come up, angel?”

“Please,” she breathed out, shifting around to get comfy as he climbed into her bed, followed by Jongho. Her bed wasn’t the largest, and they were pressed closely together, but she was happy. She turned onto her side, facing Yeosang and humming happily when Jongho’s arm draped around her waist. “Is nice,” she murmured, leaving some space between their bodies.

That didn’t last long. Yeosang chuckled lightly, hand brushing through his hair. “Get comfy, angel,” he murmured, pressing her face into his chest.

She rubbed her cheek against the swelling muscle beneath her, letting her leg drape over his own as Jongho snuggled closer to her back. She giggled as his face nuzzled into the back of her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“S’nice.” Rora sighed sleepily, letting her arms slip over Yeosang’s waist, finding where his shirt hiked up, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. He shivered at her touch before relaxing into it, breath puffing out in a sigh.

“Must be if you’re repeating yourself,” Jongo teased, hand squeezing her hip in a way that had a moan bubbling in her chest. Jongho laughed as the soft sound filled the quiet space, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he rubbed circles into her skin and hushed her, lulling her right into unconsciousness.

The sleep was by no means the best she had ever had. She woke up several more times, overheating from a mixture of body heat and the hormonal overload her period tended to have on her body. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be grumpy. Rather, she laid there, dozing away in her bed, luxuriating in being stuck in between Yeosang and Jongho. She was too warm, having wiggled her shirt up and her blanket down as much as she could without pulling it off her current bedmates too much. And her body hurt, having gone a little too long without another dose of ibuprofen to tamp down the band of cramps encircling her torso, hips, and thighs.

There was a meow and a broken, sleep-addled groan, and she turned to see Teddy kneading at San’s ample chest. She giggled, watching as San stretched his arms over his head, shirt straining and riding up to expose his belly. Teddy harrumphed at being disrupted in his very important work, and San gave a soft chuckle, patting the kitty on his little head.

Rora shifted around, propping herself up, cheek against Jongho’s sternum, letting his steady heartbeat lull her back into the fuzzy feeling of barely-awake as she watched San. His fingers wiggled in the air, the cat pawing at them lightly before deciding he didn’t want to play and instead, went back to kneading, drawing sounds of adoration and giggles and groans she was sure were the result of her cuddly kitty’s over-enthusiastic claws pricking at skin.

“I can feel you watching me,” San mused when the cat finally stilled, curling up on his chest. San scratched behind Teddy’s ear until the cat tilted his head in bliss. His following smile was dopey with the remnants of sleep, and when he turned his head to catch her, she couldn’t help but keep staring at him.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Mhm,” San hummed. “Would have been better with you beside me, though.”

A snicker came from beside her, and the bed shifted. “You say that, but she tossed and turned all night,” Yeosang said, letting his hand slip up the back of her shirt as he settled back down, the tickle of his fingers ridding any bite from his words. His voice cracked, still heavily laced with sleep, that endearing lisp heavier than it was last night. But it was so deliciously low that she wanted to rub against him like a cat. Wanted him to pin her down and speak right into her ear.

She had to control herself from pressing herself back, her finger sinking into the fabric of Jongho’s sweater, bunching it up in her fists. The material rode up his torso until the sleep-warm skin of his belly pressed against her bare arm pleasantly. She caught the moment he fully awoke, the brief spike in his heart rate, how it picked up even more when he seemed to register her body against his own

Yeosang groaned behind her, the bed shifting again as he rolled closer to her, his hand slipping around her waist to caress up and down her sides. “Good morning,” he said in that wonderfully deep voice.

Her breath hitched, and the chest beneath her rumbled in amusement. “Breathe, precious,” Jongho murmured, hand rubbing at the back of her neck fingers pushing up into her hair. She forced herself to take a breath, only to choke on it when he continued. “Sangie’s got a nice voice, though, hmm?”

Her cheeks flared with heat, and she flopped back down between them, pulling the blanket up over her head. “Calling me out first thing in the morning? Really?” she whined. “In my own home?”

The three men laughed, and Jongho pushed himself up to sitting. She peeked out from beneath the blanket to see him looking wonderfully sleep rumpled. His hair stuck up in places, cheeks red and lined from the pillow, and she wanted to snuggle up to him.

“I’m sorry I tossed around so much,” Rora said, bunching the blanket up in her arms to hug it against her chest, legs tucked in close. “I kept getting too warm.”

“It isn’t really something you could help, darling,” San said, despite not being the affected party. She blinked when he plopped down on the bed, not having heard him coming closer, and giggled when he sprawled out across everyone’s legs. The two didn’t even react, seemingly used to dealing with such behaviors.

She let the blanket go with a wistful sigh. “I want waffles,” she suddenly mumbled out.

San sat up, now settled entirely on Jongho. Jongho groaned when San turned to her so quickly the bed jerked. “Waffles?” he repeated excitedly, ignoring his friend’s pain entirely.

“Yeeessss,” she groaned, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “With strawberries and waaaaay too much whipped cream.”

“Let’s go get some, then,” Jongho said, pushing his friend off him with a huff. “I’ll pay.”

San yelped as he fell to the floor, but sat up at Jongho’s words, peeking over the bed like a meerkat. “Baby bear’s gonna pay? What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Rora giggled as he all but jumped up from the floor. He landed lightly for such a muscled man, but loud enough to startle Teddy awake from where he was now curled up on the sofa. San pushed and pulled his friends out of the bed, but stopped when he got to her. Sent her a dimpled smile that all but dazzled her and carefully helped her out of the bed.

“Slow down, Sannie,” she giggled, falling right into his chest when her feet hit the floor. “Let me at least go pee before you rush us out.”

San pouted. And she couldn’t help but lift up on her toes to press a kiss to his plush lips, morning breath be damned. He sighed, pulling her closer and delving a hand into her hair to hold her in place, kissing her back, over and over until someone cleared their throat.

She was breathless when San pulled away, cheeks warm and lips parted, and she melted entirely at his smug expression. “Hurry to the bathroom so we can go get those waffles,” he said, ushering her in the direction of her bathroom.

She was quick in freshening up and getting ready to leave the apartment, simply washing her face, brushing her teeth, and slipping into her comfiest pair of ripped jeans. Deodorant on, and she was ready to go.

Not even half an hour later, they were at a cozy little breakfast cafe near her apartment building, fresh-made waffles and drinks in front of them. Her and San sat on one side of a booth, with Yeosang and Jongho on the other. She took a moment to just stare at the wonderful delicacy on the plate before her, the golden brown waffle covered in mounds of whipped cream and a river of strawberry syrup, a bowl of fresh-cut strawberries right next to her plate. She constructed the perfect bite, moaning as she chewed it. Heck, it had been a long time since Rora had a good waffle.

“Is it that good?” San asked, cutting into his own, covered in slices of banana and drizzles of Nutella. She didn’t have to respond when he took a bite and leaned forward into the table with a groan. “Oh, hell yes,” he mumbled.

Muffled sounds of amusement filled the booth at that. She giggled and grabbed the mug in front of her, taking a careful drink of her hot chocolate. Her eyes found Yeosang in front of her, but she shied away when he noticed her looking. His shoulders shook, though he covered up any laughter with a cough before trying his own waffle. His eyes widened, and she giggled, leaning over the table a bit.

“Can I try it?” Rora asked, eyeing the chopped nuts, banana slices, and drizzles of honey on his waffle. She watched as he constructed a bite for her, making sure it had a bit of everything before reaching over the table, hand under his fork to feed it to her. Her cheeks went red, but she leaned forward to accept the bite, brain all but short circuiting when his thumb brushed over her lower lip to scoop up some escaped whipped cream.

Her eyes widened, and Jongho and San laughed at her expression. Yeosang shied away almost immediately after, ears going red, and Jongho patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. It took a minute for everyone to calm back down, but once they did, Jongho cleared his throat.

“So,” Jongho murmured, setting his fork and knife down on his barely-eaten waffle. Bits of whipped cream clung to the silver, smearing on the table when the knife slid from the plate. He busied himself with wiping up the mess, refusing to look up even as he spoke. “What exactly is this…situation?”

“Does it really need a label right now?” San asked, leaning back in the seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He would have looked defensive if his face weren’t so placid, eyes understanding as they looked at his youngest friend.

Jongho shook his head, brows furrowing. “No, no. I’m not trying to say that. I - ” He looked like he might have had more to say, teeth nibbling the inside of his lip and cheek. But he let a breath out, just looked down at his food, cut a piece from his waffle. She watched him scoop up some whipped cream and stewed cinnamon apples and pile it on his fork. “I’m just curious,” he murmured, raising the bite to his mouth.

“Jongho,” Rora started gently, reaching across the table. She left her hand there, just resting on the table in front of him, palm up. He stared at it for a moment before looking up at her, swallowing the food in his mouth. She couldn’t read his expression, but she sent him a gentle smile when his hand settled in hers. “Bear, we can’t read your mind. Whatever you have to say can be said. We won’t judge you. You know that, don’t you?”

Yeosang’s hand settled lightly on Jongho’s back, though it hesitated before finally making contact. She imagined such physical reassurance may not be a regular thing for Yeosang to offer Jongho, and the move - Yeosang pushing himself to physically reassure his friend - filled her with warmth. The way this group of men so obviously cared for each other was absolutely precious.

“I don’t know if what you have going on with the others is just casual or what, and I honestly don’t care as long as everyone is comfortable and not getting hurt.” he paused, put his fork down, settled his free hand in his lap to straighten his posture and look directly at her. “But I don’t want ‘just casual’ with you.”

The breath rushed out of her, and she felt herself melting. “What do you want, then?” she asked, squeezing his hand lightly.

He exhaled, let go of her hand to shove his hair back from his face. “I don’t know,” he murmured.

“And that’s okay,” she said, letting her hand settle in her lap. “You don’t have to know right now.”

San shifted beside her, and she turned to look at him. “This doesn’t feel casual to me, either,” he said. “Not really. I don’t think we necessarily need a label, but I like whatever this is. I wanna keep doing it. I wanna take you out on dates and get to know you more, whether that’s on my own or with everyone else.”

She melted into his side, and couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her face. “Should we have a group meeting about this?” The question was mostly a joke, but there was a certain level of seriousness that she knew they heard. She turned to look at Yeosang, and her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this, Sangie.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. His head tilted, and he gave her a little smile. “Drag me in all you want. In whatever capacity.”

Shyness and excitement warred away in Rora’s chest, and she wanted to squeal and squirm and hide all at once. Instead, she took another drink of hot chocolate, letting the warmth of it soothe her.

San and Jongho chuckled, seeming to read her face. “She might ask you to drag her, actually,” San mused.

Her head whipped around, and Rora settled him with a pout. “Sannie,” she whined.

He simply laughed and slung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer against him, as if that were even possible. She didn’t fight it, enjoying the warmth coming off of him and letting her head fall on his shoulder.

“Let’s meet up this weekend,” Jongho suggested, leaning back in the booth, his arm stretching along the back of the seat behind Yeosang. “All of us.”

San nodded. “We can introduce you to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, too.”

“Sounds fun,” she said happily, cheeks rubbing against San’s shoulder in an attempt to settle the nervous excitement flooding her at the suggestion. Her eyes glanced over the two men sitting in front of her, coming to stop on Yeosang. She grinned when he sent her a little smile. “I can get to know Sangie some more, too.”

♡♡♡

The rest of that week went by in a blur of work, cramps, and fatigue. Work was busier than it had been since she started working there - or maybe she was just slower than usual - and the men took turns visiting her, or vice versa.

Tuesday night, Wooyoung showed up at her apartment in a zip-up that swallowed him in the most endearingly cool way and bags of takeout dangling from his fingers. They ate, talked over the drone of whatever show they had decided to watch and subsequently ignored in favor of talking (kissing), and ended up tangled together on her bed. Fully clothed save for the hoodie that she had discarded with quick fingers, lips following to litter his neck and pretty collarbones with kisses and nips until his tan skin was covered in the evidence that she was there and his groans filled her apartment. Until Teddy got annoyed with a lack of attention on him, jumping on them and sending them both into fits of giggles, fussing over the kitty until he fell asleep between them. And she asked him to stay, tracing the marks she left on his skin until his eyelids fluttered and his voice dropped low with sleep, his hands reaching out to pull her closer as he lost the fight against consciousness.

They woke up to her alarm, groaning at the same time, bursting into sleepy giggles together. She littered his face with kisses, telling him to just go back to sleep if he didn’t have anywhere to go. He could stay as long as he wanted to, just don’t leave the apartment a mess. It made for a lovely change to her morning routine, having Wooyoung there when she woke. Waking him up. He got out of bed when she finished getting ready, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing her in a way that left her feeling warm even after she left for work.

Feeling more energized than she usually would on a Wednesday morning, she sought out Jongho to ask him if it would be okay for her to skip lunch with him. The answer was yes, but told her that she would have to make up for it later with that mischievous smile that she was growing to adore. That’s how she found herself at Yunho and Mingi’s cafe, hair damp from the misty afternoon weather and cheeks hurting with the force of her smile when they greeted her.

Mingi bound over to her before the door had even shut behind her, pulling her off her feet to swing her around until she was shrieking and clinging to him. Yunho’s laughter filled her ears when Mingi finally let her go, and she turned to see him leaning against the counter with a wide grin on his face. They closed for lunch early and brought her back to watch Mingi whip them all something up to eat. Actually eating was a cozy affair, the two tall men cramming themselves into one of the raised spaces with her between them. Mingi bumped his head at least twice while trying to climb into the space, and Yunho soothed the pain from his friend with a tender touch that had Mingi (and her) all but giggling and kicking his feet. The food Mingi made was delicious. But it was even better being able to kiss the taste from their mouths, their big hands wandering up and down her body until she was warm and shivering and keening into the quiet of the cafe.

She was in Yunho’s lap, devouring his mouth, Mingi at her back, lips on her neck and hands anchoring her to his friend’s lap when her phone started vibrating. They sent her off to work with lingering kisses and longing gazes and whispered promises to see each other again soon and sweet ‘have a good day’s in kiss-slurred voices that left her walking on clouds for the rest of the day, much to Jongho’s amusement.

Thursday turned out to be Jongho’s turn. As she was leaving her apartment, she saw him waiting outside, coffees in hand and his bag slung over his shoulder. Her heart fluttered in her chest when she asked him what he was doing there, cheeks flushing when he handed one of the coffees (iced americano, of course) and claimed this was how he wanted to cash in that promised extra time together.

They went to work together. They had lunch together. He even walked her home at the end of the day, stayed a little to play with Teddy and relax with a show playing in the background. It was well after dark by the time he left, offering her a hug when she walked him to the door and a barely-there kiss to the top of her head.

She thought Friday was going to be chill, that the day was going to happen as it usually would before she met this group of men. However, when Jongho dragged her away from her computer for lunch, she found Yeosang sitting at their usual table, looking adorably lost but nonetheless happy as he waited for Jongho to come back. He pushed her into his friend’s space and promptly followed it up by invading her space, stuffing the three of them into a bench that could fit two people comfortably but certainly not three fully grown adult humans.

It was nice, though. She was happy, sitting in between them as they bickered. Or more like Jongho teased Yeosang and he let it all roll off his back with the occasional sharp retort in response. No kisses, but she let herself lean into them, her head on Yeosang’s shoulder and her hand finding Jongho’s beneath the table until a coworker, one of the women who had talked her into going out last Friday night walked by with raised brows and curious eyes.

If the two men could feel the tension suddenly in her shoulders or noticed the way she went quiet - quieter than she had been before - they didn’t say anything. Didn’t push her for more physical contact or to interact with their warm teasing. They let her be, and she was thankful.

Rora had never been so social in her life, nor had she ever felt so exhausted by the end of a week. No matter how much fun she had with them, there was only so much energy she could expend, especially through the work week. Needless to say, she was more than relieved when Saturday rolled around and she was finally able to rest, even if only for a few hours.

No more period. No expectations. No visitors.

A slow, quiet morning, just her and her kitty, really could work wonders.

She slept in as long as she could. Lounged in bed, reading on her phone with Teddy keeping her feet warm. Opened a window to let the cool morning breeze sweep through her apartment. Made a yummy breakfast and some pour-over iced coffee, and she ate it while watching YouTube videos she hadn’t been able to watch through the week.

It was the most relaxing morning she’d had in a while. But by noon, she found herself feeling bored. Way past bored, even. The groan that came from her throat when a knock sounded on her door was way more relieved than she thought it would be just a few hours before. When she opened the door to see the two tallest friends standing side by side in the hall, she all but jumped on the taller one.

“Hello to you too,” Yunho huffed out through a chuckle, large hands holding her up by her bottom. “Miss me or something?”

“Something,” she said, pressing her face into his neck when he hiked her higher in his hold and pushed into her apartment. “I was so bored,” she groaned, nuzzling against his skin, enjoying the smell of his soap, the softness and freshness on him. The warmth. Just so like him, how he made her feel. “You came at the perfect time.”

“Oh, so we’re just entertainment for you? Is that it?”

Rora simply hummed, nose pressing against his jaw. She couldn’t help but start giggling when Yunho gripped her thighs tighter in retaliation, and her lips met his cheek in a soft kiss.

Mingi laughed, and she turned her head to look at him. “Hi, Mingi.”

“Hi,” he said, chuckling, patting her head until she let out a content sigh.

She whined as Yunho settled her feet back on the ground, but turned to lead him and Mingi further into her apartment. She ushered them over to sit on the couch, giggling when instead of letting her sit in between them, Yunho pulled her into his lap. “As happy as I am that you’re here, why are you here so early? I thought we weren’t all meeting until this evening?”

“Maybe I wanted some alone time with you before I had to share you with everyone.”

“Mingi is also here,” she pointed out, fingers kneading at Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“So he is,” Yunho mused, slouching further in his seat so that she was seated fully on his lap, her feet hanging off the edge of the sofa and her knees on either side of his hips. His lips spread in a smirk as he let his head fall back to rest on the back of the sofa, exposing his jaw and the expanse of his throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as she fought back the desire to litter the smooth skin with kisses. “He wanted some time with you, too. So I decided to have some mercy on him.”

“Oh?” Rora blinked herself out of her thoughts and turned to look at Mingi, lounging next to them, those thick thighs spread wide, fiddling with his ring-covered fingers in between them. He sent her a close-lipped smile when he noticed her gaze on him, those plush lips flattening out until a dimple showed. She beckoned him closer, turning his head by his chin to plant a kiss right over the dip in his cheek.

Mingi grinned, whole face scrunching up until his eyes were forced closed with the force of it, and giggled - fucking giggled - and she melted, wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug, squeezing him against her chest until his giggles turned into full, booming laughs and he pushed her away until she sat fully in Yunho’s lap once more.

“Find some self-restraint, doll,” Mingi said, thumb ghosting over her cheekbone. His words held no bite to them, and she didn’t feel anything more than content at having made him laugh so hard. She hummed when he scooted closer, head falling to rest on Yunho’s shoulder as his hand smoothed down her back.

She shivered when his knuckle rubbed up the line of her spine, hand coming to rest on her nape, fingers playing with the loose strands of her hair. Yunho’s arms wrapped loosely around her hips, warm fingers dipping beneath her shirt to touch her skin, and she let her hands come to rest on his chest.

She looked between the two of them. Whoever said they had never seen two pretty best friends was a liar, she thought, nibbling her bottom lip. Her eyes dropped down to Yunho’s mouth, breath kicking up as the urge to lean forward suddenly filled her. Her hands fisted Yunho’s shirt when her eyes flicked over to Mingi, catching on those gorgeous lips. His tongue poked out, swiped over his lower lip, and she was stuck there, unable to look away from the glossy plush of them.

“What?” Yunho asked, fingers kneading her lower back in a way that had her wanting to let her eyes roll back. “Wanna kiss him, honey?”

Rora nodded, unable to look away. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps when Yunho’s hand slid up her back, pressing right over Mingi’s on the back of her neck, those long fingers tangling in her hair as he pushed her head down. She whimpered, practically trembling as Mingi’s warm breath washed over her face.

“Use your words, doll,” Mingi murmured, brushing his nose against hers.

She wanted to whine, her lips practically trembling as his own brushed over them. “Yes,” she said, breathless. “Yes, I wanna kiss. Please.”

A groan rumbled from Yunho’s chest, vibrating against her hands, and she wanted to squirm and rub herself against both of the men in front of her.

Mingi pulled her closer by his grip on her nape, and finally his lips were on hers. Soft at first, then firm, lips parting her own so that his tongue could dip between them. A soft noise escaped her throat, and she shifted closer, slipping a hand into his hair. He let her tip his head back, leaning further up on her knees, pulling that thick bottom lip into her mouth.

Yunho’s hands settled on her hips, lips ghosting her neck. She thanked herself for wearing a tanktop that morning when his teeth nibbled at her collarbones. She moaned into Mingi’s mouth, teeth tugging before releasing his lip and diving in for another kiss. She didn’t care that she was almost out of breath or that she was starting to grind herself down into Yunho’s lap. She didn’t want to stop kissing Mingi.

Her hand fisted his hair, and he groaned, hand tightening further on her neck in a way that had her body flushing with heat, heart racing. Her chest felt heavy with the need to breathe, and Rora pulled away from him, panting.

A hand came to her face, grasping her chin and turning her head to look at Yunho. He looked over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the sheen of spit on her lips. She shivered under his gaze, breath hitching as he leaned closer, lips parting, slotting against her own.

The doorbell sounded, a knock following right after. Yunho groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating down her throat and right down her spine, sending her whining and grinding down into his lap. Yunho groaned again, grip tightening on her before he pushed at Mingi to go open the door, refusing to allow her to move away from him. His hand tangled in her hair, pulled her closer with a tight grip that had her gasping right into his mouth.

Cursing from beside her had her detaching herself from Yunho’s mouth, and she turned to see Wooyoung standing there, hands in the pockets of his baggy pants. “Youngie,” she breathed, the name coming out practically on a moan as Yunho’s mouth latched onto her neck, licking, nipping, sucking on the skin there.

“You do look exquisite right now, sweetheart,” he said, chuckling. The sound of it was breathy, his voice low, almost a rasp, reminding her of all the dirty, dirty things he had said to her just a week ago. He cleared his throat, swallowed, shifted on his feet, eyes darting all over her. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth, head tilting like he was thinking about something. But only a moment later, he sent her a smile. “But I was hoping to have your help shopping for dinner.”

Yunho grunted, arms wrapping around her middle to pull her flush against him. “No,” he said, burying his face in her chest, teeth still nipping at her exposed skin.

Rora giggled, brushing her hands through his hair. “Yunho,” she said, dipping down to kiss his temple and nuzzle at his ear. “You can have me later, hmm?”

He groaned again, but loosened his hold on her, head falling back heavily. “Yeah?” he asked, eyes roaming around her face, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Mhm,” she hummed, pressing another kiss to his tempting mouth before clambering up from his lap.

“Would tell you to get dressed, but I quite like this look,” Wooyoung said, running a finger under the thin strap of her top, down over the swell of her breasts. His hands then dropped down to her hips, where the top rode up to expose the skin at her hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of her loosest sweatpants.

“I’m gonna get ready,” she said, tugging his head down to press a kiss to his nose. Pulling away, she giggled at his expression, at the red now dusting his cheeks and his wide, pretty eyes. One more kiss, this time to his lips, and she looked around at the other two, both now settled on the couch. “Be good for just 20 minutes, hmm?” she said, brow raised.

Wooyoung laughed and pushed her toward the bathroom. “Sure, sweetheart. Just hurry uuuup,” he whined.

She huffed but shut the door and hurried through freshening up and dressing herself in another tank top and some comfy cargo pants, throwing a zip-up on over top. Rora was struggling to clip on a layered necklace when she stepped back into the living room, fingers unable to work properly without the use of her sight. She was pouting, brows furrowing as she tried once more and failed to get the hook through the correct link.

“Need some help?” Mingi’s deep voice piped up.

She nodded, coming to stop in front of where the three men were sitting. Well, Mingi and Yunho were sitting. Wooyoung had thrown himself over both of them, lying across their laps. Mingi indicated for her to turn around, and she turned her back to them, holding her hair out of the way. His warm fingers brushed the skin of her neck, collecting the ends of the necklace where they rested. He was quick about it, and he was turning her around by her hips in just a few moments, eyes dropping to where the chunky-ish chain rested at the base of her throat, the delicate chain across her chest, the little thundercloud hanging between her breasts.

“I like this,” he said, fingering lightly at the chain at her throat. “It looks good on you.”

“I fixed them all together myself,” Rora said, beaming at the compliment. “It’s my favorite.”

He hummed but didn’t say anything further, fingers pressing gently against the pendant between her breasts, thumb brushing her skin until goosebumps prickled her skin.

She took a steadying breath and took a step back, watching Mingi’s ring-decorated hand fall to rest atop a thick thigh. “Ready?” she asked Wooyoung, who looked entirely too comfortable laying on his friends, phone resting on his belly as he watched the interaction between her and Mingi.

He visibly perked up, rolling out of his friends’ laps. They both groaned in pain, and he snickered at them as he stood. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand to drag her to the door.

“Oh!” he paused, turning to her at the top of the stairwell. “I hope you don’t mind, but Hongjoong is driving.”

“That’s fine,” she said. But her heart stuttered in her chest at the thought of meeting another of the friends, and she wasn’t sure if it was more out of nervousness or excitement. A mix of both, surely. She gripped his hand as they exited the building, and she took a breath when he squeezed her fingers back.

He led her to a car parked close to the door, a man sitting behind the wheel and vibing to music she couldn’t quite make out through the opened windows. He pushed black and blond split-dyed hair back, the sleeve of his oversized shirt sliding down to reveal a tattoo on the inside of his bicep. His hands stayed there, fingers playing with the strands until they sat the way he wanted them to, staring intently into the rearview mirror.

His eyes slid away from his own reflection to land on her and Woo, and she gripped the hand in hers tighter. As seemed to be the theme with this friend group, his eyes were pretty. Gorgeous even. Dark and shiny, even behind the large transparent frame of his glasses. She noticed smudges of makeup on his lids when he blinked, plump lips shining with a layer of lip balm as they stretched out into a smile.

Rora looked away from his face, blushing, and she spied some beaded necklaces hanging from his neck. Pearls and yellow smiley faces and daisies. They were so pretty, and she wanted to ask where he got them so she could get one for herself. Or steal one from him. She almost giggled at the thought, but contained it as Wooyoung opened the back door and pushed her to climb inside. She watched in amused surprise as he climbed in behind her, urging her to sit on the other side and shutting the door a little too loudly.

“Rora, Hongjoong. Joong, Rora,” Wooyoung said, slouching into the seat and pulling his belt across his body. He looked at her at the other end of the back seat and pouted. “No, no. Come sit in the middle.”

“You’re the one that pushed me over here,” she said, though she did as he said - whined, more like - letting him pull the seatbelt across her lap and buckle it in. He settled back into his own seat with a passing kiss to her chin, and her heart stuttered at the sweet gesture. She couldn’t stop the smile from coming to her face as she got comfy in her seat, enjoying the feeling of having his arm and thigh pressed against her own as she looked forward.

Her gaze caught Hongjoong’s in the rearview mirror, his pretty eyes crinkling with a shy smile before he focused on backing out of the parking lot. “Nice to finally meet you,” he said, starting to maneuver out of the parking lot. The smile fell from his face as he focused on driving, dark eyes shining in the sunlight, tongue wetting the corners of his mouth in concentration.

Perfect, white teeth gleamed as his lips parted in a smirk, tongue wetting the corner of his mouth again, and she let out a shaky exhale, looking away, knowing she had been caught staring. Her eyes fell on Woo, who was looking at her with raised brows and narrowed, playful eyes. “I know he’s pretty, but I’m here too, sweetheart.”

She pushed him away from her only to hide her face in his shoulder when he swayed right back into her space. He laughed, hand patting the back of her head to soften the blow of his joke. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “He likes the attention.”

“Sounds a bit like you’re projecting, Woo,” Hongjoong murmured, turning into the lot of the grocery store.

“Maybe a little,” he said, not a single ounce of shame to be found. “But that doesn’t take away the truth of the matter.”

Hongjoong simply hummed and parked, turning the key to shut off the vehicle.

“Are you coming in too?” Wooyoung asked, unbuckling and pushing the door open.

Hongjoong shook his head, lounging back in the seat, long lashes fluttering before his lids fell shut. “I was up too late with work last night. I’m gonna stay here, try to get a nap in.” His words were already trailing off, slurring toward the end, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she got out of the car. As she shut the door behind her, Rora noticed a sleepy smile on his face.

She turned to follow Wooyoung into the store, giddiness filling her chest when his hand grabbed hers, fingers slipping between her own smoothly. She swung their hands as they walked, enjoying the breeze in her hair and the warmth of the sun on her face. Enjoying being with him.

“What does Hongjoong do for work?” she asked as Wooyoung got a cart.

His head tilted as they walked, his forearms resting against the front of the cart as he started at a leisurely pace. He hummed. “He does a lot of things for work,” he said, standing straight to push his hair back. She watched the soft strands fluff up and then settle back in place, her own fingers twitching with the urge to push through his hair. “Every hobby he picks up somehow ends up becoming a way for him to make some cash. But his most consistent work is helping out at Yunho and Mingi’s cafe and his music. That’s probably what he was up doing last night.”

She nodded, absorbing it all in when a thought struck her. “Wait, what do you do for work?” she asked, brows furrowing. “And everyone else, for that matter.”

Woo laughed, a low lighthearted sound, and reached out to tangle his fingers with the bottom of her zip-up. “I work as a dance instructor,” he said, steering the cart toward the produce section. He grinned when she expressed her surprise and awe. “Sannie works at a flower shop, mainly. Yeo is still a student, studying broadcasting and entertainment. As he should, cause seriously, look at the man. He deserves to be on television screens across the nation. But he picks up work wherever we need him to. Unsurprisingly, San, Joong, and Yeo also get a decent amount of modeling gigs. As they should.”

Rora hummed in agreement, nodding. That did make sense. They were all gorgeous.

“You know Mingi and Yunho have the cafe, but sometimes they help out at the dance academy. All of them do, really, but Yunho and Mingi especially. They help me out with choreo a lot, and the other instructors really take their input seriously. Seonghwa is a kindergarten teacher. But he also helps us all out when he can.”

She made a sound of surprise. “Oh, that's so cool,” she said, holding onto the side of the cart as Wooyoung let her go to grab some vegetables then continued further into the store. “I worked at a childcare facility as I studied for my bachelor’s!”

“That sounds fun,” he remarked. “I almost went into education, too. But I’m glad I ended up where I am today, teaching people dance.”

Rora beamed at this new connection with Woo and another member of the friend group, her tummy fuzzy with the new knowledge. But she swallowed the giddiness down, nibbling her bottom lip as she looked at the ingredients slowly filling the basket. “What are you planning to make?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Wooyoung teased.

“What if I wanna help, though?” She moved closer to him when he stopped the cart again, avoiding bumping shoulders with someone walking by. Wooyoung’s fingers circled her wrist, brows rising when his eyes came to land on her. She smiled, and he went back to looking around for whatever he was trying to find.

“Are you good at cooking?” he asked, bending down to inspect some green onions.

“Good enough to get by,” she said, taking his spot at the head of the cart to watch him move on to some mushrooms a bit down the aisle. “I like using a knife much more than I like actually cooking, honestly.”

Conversation paused as they continued further into the store, picking up only when they stopped walking again. “The point of this gathering is for you to meet the others and to talk about everything,” Woo said, hands on his hips as he looked over the various meats lined up in the coolers. “It would be a little hard to do that with you busy in the kitchen, no?”

“Well, not really.” Rora looked back at him. “I can talk and cut vegetables or whatever. And there’s always time while eating or after for everyone to talk. If you don’t want me in the kitchen, just say so, Youngie,” she said, bumping her elbow into his side.

“You have a point,” he murmured, inspecting a pack of pork belly. He threw a few into the cart before pulling her over to him and slinging his arm over her shoulder. “I would love to have you help me cook,” he said, rubbing his cheek against her own. “It'll be easier to sneak some kisses that way.”

She squealed when he pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to her cheek, pushing him away to wipe at her cheek. “Gross, Woo,” she said.

“You weren't calling my bodily fluids gross a week ago,” he said smugly.

She sighed out a laugh before pushing him away from her. “So, what are we making?” she asked again.

“Soup for one thing,” he said. “I was thinking we could grill up the pork belly and make wraps. Make some seasoned chives or something to have with it. I have some in the fridge that need to be used up soon.”

“Sounds yummy,” she said.

“Hell, let’s make a party of it and have some drinks,” he said, as they passed a liquor display, seemingly getting excited at the idea.

She hummed in agreement. “That’ll help the conversation flow easier, too,” she said.

“Exactly,” he said, jostling her around until she giggled. “Soju?”

“Sounds good,” she said. Then, a noise of excitement bubbled up from her throat and she turned to him with the full force of puppy dog eyes. “Can we get some fruits for dessert?”

He chuckled, eyes sweeping her face before nodding. “Sure, sweetheart,” he said, turning the cart to go back to the produce section.

The rest of grocery shopping went by quickly, and before she knew it, they were checking out and back at the car. Hongjoong was asleep, seat leaned back as far as it could go and arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sunlight. His tattoo was back on display, and she marveled at the unique design of it and how well it seemed to suit him.

“Time to wake up, daddy,” Wooyoung said, banging lightly on the roof of the car, cackling when the sleepy man startled. Ignoring his friend for the time being, Wooyoung opened the back door and ushered her inside.

Hongjoong simply sighed, stretched, and straightened up. “You’re just going to keep calling me that?” he asked, fixing his seat from its reclined position.

“You’re practically the father of this group,” Wooyoung said, hauling the groceries into the seat behind Hongjoong. “And I walked in on one of your partners calling you “daddy” last year, and I’m still not over it. So, yes - Daddy.”

Hongjoong groaned, buckling his seatbelt once more and starting the car. “I didn’t ask them to call me that,” he said with another sigh. “That was their own thing. And your own fault for just walking in.”

“I still don’t hear you saying you don’t like it,” Woo snickered as he sat beside her. He buckled himself in then reached for her belt, too.

“What?” Hongjoong said, barely sparing his friend a glance through the rearview mirror as he backed out of the parking spot. “You want me to fuck you too or something?”

“Would you?”

“You’re a bit too much of a brat for me,” Hongjoong said, and Wooyoung cackled.

She snorted and leaned into Wooyoung’s side. “Brat for sure,” she mused.

Wooyoung growled at her playfully, biting her shoulder until she yelped.

“Keep acting like a dog, and we’ll just have to get you a collar,” Hongjoong murmured off-handedly.

Wooyoung went quiet and she felt the shiver work through him. She looked at him, brow raised. ”What was it, Youngie? Being called a dog? Or the collar?” She hummed, nuzzling just under his ear, “I suppose you do like things around your throat, huh?” she said, voice low, and she giggled when his breathing hitched.

Hongjoong’s laughter rumbled low in his chest, and she flushed. She didn’t think he would hear what she said. “You’re a little menace, aren’t you?” he said, not even looking back, instead focusing on turning onto the next street. In the mirror she could see those perfect teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and she inhaled sharply, looking away.

Wooyoung cleared his throat, shifted in his seat. “Think Yunho and Mingi will let me watch later?” he asked. His tone was casual, but his cheeks were pink and his breathing just the slightest bit too fast.

“You know Mingi loves putting on a show,” Hongjoong said, voice so casual it sent her heart racing. “I’m sure he would even let the whole group watch.”

It was her turn to give a little shiver, the idea working its way into her brain with searing heat. The breath puffed out of her in a barely audible “oh”, cheeks flaring red.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, voice a mere rasp in her ears. When she didn’t (couldn’t) answer, he laughed and smoothed a hand down her thigh. His tan, vein-filled hand contrasted nicely against the black of her pants, but she wanted nothing more than for her pants to be gone. For that hand to be against bare skin. To grip tight until the flesh dimpled and turned red beneath his fingertips.

“Mind out of the gutter, horndogs,” Hongjoong said, turning once again and pulling the car to a stop. “We’re here.”

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1nternet-moth · 3 months ago

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Sevika wip

This is a wip!! Please let me know if this doesn't make sense, this is my first fic.

The Flirt for a Co-worker

On one of your off days, you thought letting your friends drag you to the Last Drop would be a good idea. It's been hours since you last saw them, so you call one of them only to find they all left and went to a party nearby. “Some friends they are,” you thought as you sighed and pulled out your card to close the shared tab. You called the bartender over, "I'll cover her tab." Called a deep yet familiar voice from behind you.

You knew this voice, Slico's second-hand Sevika. Even though you work for Slico, you don't work closely with Sevika. Why? Because she always flirted with you, called you names like doll, sweetie, doll face, cutie. You made sure to stay away, had a routine. When her mechanical arm is broken, you ask for the arm itself to be fixed. When Sevikas is wounded, you get her the medicine and bandages. You never have and never will stick around long when Sevika is in the same meeting as you, never.

"I can cover my own tab." You said as you handed over your card. “How come you never stick around for long when I show up?” She leaned in close, pressing herself against your back. “You scared of me?” She asked in her normal smug tone. “Of course not. I’m just a very busy woman.” You stood up, making Sevika back away. “Now I have things to do and places to be, so get out of the way.” You said already eyeing the door, dismissing Sevika. “Slico hasn’t given you work for weeks now. I need an upgrade on my arm.” She only mentioned her arm in hopes you’d stay.

“What about your arm?”

“I need to be able to use more shimmer.”

“No way I’m doing that.”

“Why not?”

“Are you really that eager to overuse shimmer? Any other upgrades you want?”

“Sharpen the blade?”

“You can do that yourself.”

“It’s sharper when you do it.”

“Such a fucking child.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Fine, just come by my place and drop it off.” You said now irritated. “You’re so easy to upset, doll face.” Knowing now that you’re willing to shapen her blade, she just wants to piss you off now. “Bye, Sevika.” You stormed off and headed for the door.

The walk home was cold like always, you kept your head down as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. You had completely forgotten where you put your keys, so you pat yourself down like an idiot, only to find them in the pocket you swear you checked first. Finally, inside you flopped on the couch and let yourself rest for a few minutes before deciding to get your things ready to sharpen Sevika’s blade. Once your shaping tools were out, you changed out of your ‘weekend’ clothes and into your lounge wear, which is an oversized shirt and shorts that are barely longer than the shirt. Again, flopping on the couch, closing your eyes, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Hours later, you woke to rude, loud knocking on your front door. Rushed over to the door, completely forgetting Sevika was coming by to drop off her arm. You swung open the door. “What!?” You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the sleep off. Sevika let herself in, moving you aside. “I didn’t say come in.” You closed the door after her. Sevika unhooked her arm and placed it on the table with your tools. You walked over to the table and triggered the blade to remove it. “Sorry for coming so late,” Sevika said quietly. “I lost track of time.” She started looking around your living room like she hadn’t been to your apartment.

“Late or not, I don’t care you wanted a sharper blade, and now I have to sharpen it.”

“Saying it like I’m bothering you.”

“You are, I was already asleep.”

“Can’t make it up to you, doll face?”

“How drunk are you, and why haven’t you left? You never stay.”

“I’m not drunk, and I just wanted to watch this time. Make sure I know how to sharpen my blade correctly.”

“Whatever, just stop calling me that.”

“Doll face?”

You hesitated even starting to sharpen her blade, but she was watching. “You can leave and come by in the morning.” You took a deep sigh and put your hands on the table, leaning your weight down onto the table.

Note: Chapter 1 of the fic it's a little different from whats here. I'll be working on chapter 2 and so on, while also setting up an about me and tag list form.

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika fanfic #sevika fic #arcane

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reattachedstrings · 23 days ago

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The doll was once again sweeping the hallways. Without people ever passing through, they didn’t get very dirty, but there were a few broken windows that it couldn’t repair that let in a mess every time the wind picked up. Besides, the doll didn’t have anything else to do. Even as its joins strains from overuse, daily cleaning around the clock, it didn’t mind. It had not been given permission to rest.

Food was made daily at noon and six. Meager portions, the doll might have once said, but enough to satisfy any miss that may happen by. That had never yet happened, but that was just more reason for the doll to be prepared for the day that it does. It would not miss the opportunity to impress a potential miss.

Sometimes a bird would figure a path through to some rafter or window to make herself a nest. This doll hated to evict them, but it did not receive permission to show mercy. The manner was for the mistress and her doll, anything else would only remain on the miss’ grace.

Every day the doll would be sure to make the bed as perfectly as it could. It tried not to take too long. This one had been made for this room, as a comfort in the night. It didn’t think about how much it wished to be held like that again. The doll never slept in the bed any more. It would not alone.

Maybe someday the doll would finally break for good. Without repairs, it could only last so long. But there was always time for a new miss to come. It could not stop and lose its chance entirely. It would not have permission to lose hope.

#dolls #not a person #empty spaces #fiction #microfiction #dollposting

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serxinns · 2 years ago

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Who remembers when @thefiery-phoenix made class 1a x scarlet witch reader well I wanna make a part 2 (or my version of it) of it because I LOVE IT and because I want more op readers cause they're hated

Disclaimer: This is a gift for both @thefiery-phoenix and @lady-ashfade CAUSE I LOVE THEM and their fics please go support them

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Yandere class 1a (and some teachers) x scarlet witch reader Headcanons

Class 1a (romantic)

• Your powers are very strong and you knew that you could bend iron, and have chaos magic, telekinesis, Teleportation, energy manipulation, and light manipulation you were so powerful (not as powerful as the big 3 tho) that you got many praises from your elementary and middle school teachers but the other students despise that and called you a witch or a villain despise your past you were gonna keep going and be a hero! With your classmates totally not insanely infatuated with you supporting your goal!

• the class has been obsessed with you ever since day 1 there was always someone walking with you to class, school, and even home, and even when you arrived at home they would always spam text you about your day or did you arrvied safe at home, wanting to spend time with you, you it gets a bit annoying but you didn't mind much or see it wrong with it

• Whenever if it's lunchtime both Bakusquad and Dekusqaud fight over who gets to sit with you and whoever wins in the end both squads glare at each other or one evilly smirks while the other glares at each other

"They should sit with us!" ochako grabbed your hand and tugged you over to their table only to be stopped by Mina "Back off you already had a turn!" Mina glared at her "That's because you're always hogging them *kero*" Tsuyu said with a bit of venom in her voice "Not true!!" Both groups were going at each other arguing you were getting tired of this so you walked over to where Jiro, momo, tokoyami, and Ojiro sat and ate there while the group was busy fighting

"Are you ok dear?" momo asked worriedly while the others looked in concern "Yeah it's just them fighting again and I couldn't take it so im sitting here!" you smiled the group signed dreamily wishing you were theirs, they'll be the one to see that smile "you're always welcomed to eat with us whenever you don't wanna eat with them plus dark shadow always loves your company" tokoyami said while dark shadow was smiling and waving at you "aw guys you're the best!" you beamed unaware that dekusquad and bakusquad were sending a menacing glare at the group your sitting at they did a "we won you lose" smirk

•the class is VERY protective of you if you get a small injury from a villain battle or even a single scratch from a villain everyone is trying to assist you whenever you need something like a drink some more bandages or even carry you to the bathroom they would it's like a competition to them for who cares more for You

•in training your classmates would be pulling you around like a doll arguing about who will be your training partner and at the end of the day it gets so bad that Aizawa, mic, or Midnight had to step in and be your partner while they assign your classmates into their partners they all groan

•When hanging out Dekusquad would always either cuddle with you when it's movie night or a sleepover or whenever you walk beside them their hands are on you whether it be your shoulder, your hand, or even ur waist (if you're comfortable) anywhere for the bakusquad they would always go to trampoline places or arcade games to compete who gets the most tickets and would see who got the best gift for you. They would always flirt with you trying to get a reaction from you whether it be a flustered face or an annoyed glance they'll still be in awe

•Your classmates make sure you don't overwhelm your powers iida makes sure you don't overuse your quirk and tries to observe it Izuku would write down 4-5 pages about your quirk and maybe some unnecessary things about you too he needs to learn more about it he just has to even if it means to sneak in your room for it bakugo would try to make you spare with him and lecture about your skills and quirk and how you should use it safely Kirishima and mina is your hype friend they'll try to hype you up whenever your tryna spare katsuki even try to sneak in a new strategy or 2 but katsuki would always yell at them

•You and Koda have a bond because of animals he likes to about animals he helps you learn about nature and animals and would make flower crowns for you and him. he adores it when a bunch of birds fly on you and starts to nuzzle on your cheek he instantly Dies of cuteness right then and there and swore to always protect you

•You and Sato bonded because of your love for sweets he loves to make all sorts of pastries and if you don't like pastries that's ok he'll search up your favorite food and surprise it for you with a big smile on your face whenever he's baking he always let you be the taste tester he loves how your eyes sparkle and always complimenting his dishes it makes him more confident to bake more and whenever he makes a big batch he always have a leftover portion in a box or bag with a cute bow on top just for you

•Jirou loves to jam with you and makes you hang out in her room if you are a singer or play some type of instrument she will take you somewhere so that the two of you can be alone and y'all can jam out make jokes and talk about your favorite band she would always gift your my melody gifts while you gift her Kuromi merch or plushies you 2 even have matching my melo and kuromi hoodies

•Ojiro would always wants you to touch his tail every time he sees you his tag is wagging like a happy dog! He always wraps his tail around you whenever you cuddle with him or when you walk with him he wraps his tail around you whenever you're out in public ojiro usually hangs out with Tokoyami and Shoji cause they're the only people he trusts around you and he didn't mind he, loves to hold you up in the air or toss you up

•Shoji is like a giant puppy he sees you hurt wraps his arms around you and quickly finds safety whenever one of your classmates tries to check on you or tryna get you out of the fleshy cocoon he "Politely" tells them to back off and uses excuses like "they need rest" or "I'll quickly rush to recover girl (he would sneak you off into his room right after unless u had bad injuries ) needless to say he'll spoil you rotten with his amazing Hands and cuddles

•Tokoyami prefers to be in a quiet place alone with you so whenever you want to study to get your obsessive classmates off your back he would offer you to stay with him just in case you need some quiet time or wanna go to the food court to study tokoyami is a pretty good study/project partner if you get to know him, whenever your in trouble dark shadow would go feral like a wild animal for whoever messes with you tokoyami loves to hang out with you and dark shadow it lights up his world and he won't let anyone take his light

•Hakagure is like a lovesick puppy she would always follow you around ALL THE TIME wanting to talk, talk, talk but you didn't mind it was annoying but tolerated whenever you were asleep or hanging out with your classmates she would always sneak into your dorms and steal your things whether be a headband, your shirt that you never wear, or even a pen (if anyone mentions yuri istg/J 😭) she has a small little shrine for you with a bunch of photos of you, If you love any fashion aesthetic like gyaru, lolita, kawaii core, or even scene you better let her be ur stylist cause if she finds out about your fashion choice her and mina are the MASTERS

•Whever you train them they'll be so spellbound to your fighting and ur quirk heck they'll even hype you up whenever they get the chance cheering for you they love how you'll get so happy but that's cause you to float up to the air (hehe another reference) which they'll panic trying to get you down

•They will never let you go you're the glue that keeps them together (hehe reference)they want you no they NEED you in their life whether you like it or not your theirs

Ua Teachers (platonic)

• Aizawa is the strict but loving type he knows how strong your quirk is and decides to keep his eyes on you he gives you private tutors to try to improve your quirk and studies it he makes sure you get proper rest and if you don't he'll give you detention only for him to get you another sleep bag and fall asleep (the class tried to get detention as well but Aizawa refused) and remember the the class was arguing about who get to be your training partner? Yeah he got insanely jealous and was tired of them treating u like a doll so he pulled u away and threatened them to suspend them if they ever did that again

•dadzawa makes sure ur grades aren't slipping and if you ever had Abusive parents or just bad guardians in general, he's angry now how dare they hurt his favorite student as much he wants to kill them he reminds himself that he's a pro so he can't but he'll do a little blackmail to make your guardians disown you so he can have custody of you nobody is gonna treat you like that and he'll sure of it after all you are his favorite student

•Mic is like the overprotective clingy type he always wants you near him he even assigned your seat at the top so he can see his little witch whenever you try to spare mic always gets you to win just so he can see that smiling face he likes a fun whenever your feeling overwhelmed or using ur quirk too much he quickly stops what he's doing and immediately takes you to recovery girl crying thinking you're gonna die mic is like an uncle or a cool dad to you he always spoils you whenever he gets the chance like giving you breakfast from your favorite fast food place (you never told him our favorite fast food place) he teams up with Aizawa to also learn about this quirk of yours

•Hes so spellbound by your quirk that he always praises you for it he always loves to see how you train and how you work he's extremely protective about ur clothes he doesn't care if ur showing an inch of your stomach or even ya knee caps anywhere above your knees is off limits unless your wearing tights other then that it'd a no-no for him he doesn't wants those filthy perverts look at his listener or they will be consequences~

•Midnight is like ur aunty or ur momma she would always take you out shopping making you wear the most fashionable clothes or take you to cute little cafes she calls it mother-daughter/son/child dates after school she would never whip you with her whip she can stand her little moonbea (hehe another reference) getting hurt she whenever your bad or fall asleep in her class she gives you detection only for you to get a free cuddle session with midnight (and to piss off aizawa)

•Midnight is also very worried about ur quirk what if your quirk hurts you what happens if you use it too much that you'll die? She gets all these thoughts that make her almost cry so she lets you skip out training a bit but aizawa and Mic would yell at her to stop but she has tricks on her sleeve

More characters I wanted to make a hc of but is too lazy

Hawks would be a big brother type of yandere

Nezu is ur rich uncle

Fatgum would be the fun uncle

Vlad king would be your strict uncle

Mount Lady would be ur cool aunty

All might is your favorite grandpa

And endeavor just wanna go home

#yandere bnha #yandere class 1a #YandereUA #Yandere dekusquad #yandere bakusquad #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #yanderemha x reader #readerstories

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