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FIT CHECK?!

Synopsis. Don’t think you can fit all of him? Funny.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, making him fit, size kínk, length + girth analysis, tummy buIges, marathons, unprotected, cúmplay, matíng presses, GOJO’S POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, they’re BIG, first times (Choso, Ino), PÚSSYDRÚNK men, p talking, headIocks, creampíes, slight exhìbitionìsm (Nanami), pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Anatomy? Don’t know her…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches x 5.40 inches

“T-Toji how many more mmm- inches left?”

“Two.”

“Oh-”

“Multiply that by three…h-heh.”

And the lips of your slit are all but bawling as Toji clings a palm onto your hips and tugs you down. No hesitation. No apology for the way he’s not even halfway stuffed, yet already stirring your poor insides completely.

“If ya can’t handle a big stretch then- hah- don’t talk outta her.” One of his roughened thumbs draws a horizontal line across your puffy core, stretchin’ your folds apart just enough to watch the way his wide, massive length was being devoured by you, sluggishly.

Half-rutting more n’ more while you shrilled out in needy whines, dazedly wondering whether he even can fit-

“Duh, silly girl.” Oh- did you just say that out loud? With a gruff pant, Toji’s slouching down enough that your hamstrings are screaming. Muttering hoarsely, “M’not Toji Fushiguro if I don’t make it fit, doll.”

He was serious.

Dead serious.

The only goal his overheated mind had been pondering repeatedly ever since you’d insisted that you could take all of his near-nine tonight.

Big. Staggering.

Nestled by breeder balls, his length curved deliciously right, covered in swollen veins and gifted with a plump mushroom tip so fat. Because Toji wasn’t just as red as a strawberry at his crown - he was just as swollen, too- turning into a pretty tannish gradient where his base was kissing your outer pussy.

And taking his five-inch width was already challenging, but now all he wanted to do was fold you with his beefy arms into the meanest mating press and bump his blushing cockhead against your entrance again and again and again until-

Fuck, it was such a tight fit.

A stiff set of fingers tilts your chin, snapping you out of your cockdrunk state. “C’mon, girl- no time to tap out. Spread those legs wiiide open n’ take it for me.”

“L-like this?” You’re whimpering, the sweat coating your fingerpads making them slip and slide underneath the flesh of your thighs. You could be holding yourself as far open as possible and it still wouldn’t be enough for Toji.

“Hmmm, almost.” He’s tittering, dark bangs tickling your forehead when your boyfriend leans dangerously in. He was so big - so muscular.

So strong that it only takes a single split-second for him to manhandle your trembly legs up n’ over his shoulder, interlocking your ankles behind his damp neck with a singular hand. At his mercy.

And then Toji’s pushing and pushing with his inhuman reflexes until your ass is damn near hovering off of the silky sheets, cock furiously hot and tugging on the softness of your hole with each pounding throb.

Hissing, “Aaaatta girl. Now, ya can fit it.”

Slipping one of his particularly proud veins past your inner ring of muscle and slithering it along your ridged sweet spots. “Now you can.” There’s an airy tone to Toji’s voice- almost…gone. Almost higher pitched and cracking as he starts up a vulgar tempo that makes your bedsprings ricket, “Now. Now.”

Toji’s just so damn lengthy that you swear you can almost feel him in your lungs. The globed curve of his tip swabbing past your pussylips and pressin’ deep into every nook and cranny-

“Oh p-please!” Your voice warbles, hips restlessly bucking off of the mattress. Grabbing onto the firm curves of his pecs, making you feel every rippling flex. “So big- so big so big s-so-”

And Toji tuts - tuts, half-lidded jade eyes rolling as he digs his capped knee into the side of your waist to hold you still. Leaning his weight down until you feel the bulge of his v-line scrape your pelvis, “S’all you hafta say?” He tilts his head, a slick line of drool beginning to trickle from the edge of his scarred lips, “M’only…”

Then he’s rovering his rude right hand - callused, somewhat trembling at the heat of your dripping pussy - over your tummy and pressing down, down, down.

Till the crowned edge of his thumb tap-tap-taps over where you could feel the outline of his spherical mushroom tip lining your walls, about halfway down your front. “-here.”

“S-still?” Breathless, the only thing your mind knows to do now is lurch off of your cushy pillows, slobbering down your chin in a thin glaze at how much he was giving another thrust and splitting you apart.

“Keh- whaddaya mean ‘still’?” With yet another roll of his eyes, Toji’s rudely slapping your teary cunt with the velvety underside of his shaft, rubbing his dark happy trail all raw on the top of your neglected clit just to hear you whine. “Open those haaaah- pretty fucking legs, lemme fit- just f-four more inches.”

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d be marvelling about the way simply squeezing your gooey wet walls made the infamous, big bad Toji Fushiguro crack. Stutter.

Gasping, “Take it- come back.” The vice-like hand still restraining your legs drags you down where the recoil of his hips was starting to push against you. Skin reddening near his tufts of unruly black, he titters. “Come back and take it- come back n’ lemme fill you all up- just a few more.”

“A few?” Mewling, his rugged palm racks up the pressure to feel him thick, pummeling cock sliiiide slimily all the way in. “Please-”

“Three- three inches more.” You shiver once the textured ends of his tongue flop outwards and lick up your salty tears, humming like they were the sweetest candy on his tastebuds. “Say it w’me now. Threeee more.”

“Th-three-” Sluuurp goes the way his fat fucking shaft nestles in, wide enough that it rubs against your tiniest fragile orifices.

“Louder.”

“Three.”

Grunting, Toji’s hiking up his own meaty thighs so that he can arch his sculptured spine further. “Two now.” Words slightly tinging on pussydrunken laughter like he was in disbelief. Sure, you’ve taken him before but never this deep. And the stretch made you so wet that your ass cheeks were sticking to the skin of his v-line like adhesive- “Two- two more n’ we already hafta fuuuuck- change the sheets.”

The knobbled thumb of his right hand reaches down until he’s pryin’ apart your swollen folds with a resounding squelch! Almost knuckle-deep- bucking- just to fit inside.

“Fuck- two- two!”

Toji blinks like his hazed brain cells had nearly forgotten your conversation just before, nearly as stupefied as you - your eyes whirling cartoonishly, mouth sticky with spit. You feel the friction of his coral pink divot just graze your cervix and it’s incredible.

“One.”

“One- o-one!”

Then there’s the loudest, rawest, most sinful plop! as Toji finally - finally - bottoms out. Stuffed snugly and sensually from the fringe of his pre-glazed tip to the circumference of his hilt.

You’re watching through partially-opened eyes in awe, wondering just how he managed to fit inside. Toji was just so damn big that every pulse of his winding veins was making your cunt quiver, girthy enough that your pussylips were stretched out until they were bulging.

“Heh- keep your eyes open, doll.” He’s gruffing out from above, finally catching his breath. Pushing down on that cute tummy bulge to remind you that he might’ve talked you through it - but this was still Toji. “The fun’s just getting started.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.45 inches x 4.82 inches

Nanami Kento wasn’t just big - he was big.

The tallest tan length patterned with slight veins, and a wide girth that made your eyes roll back stupidly. He was all topped with a neat mushroom tip that spanks down on your slivery slit and makes you drool.

Cocktip blushing a shy, pale pink as he streams out a helping of cute pre, grunting from the depths of his hoarse chest. “Shhh, my love. S’only the tip.”

“B-but you’re still so big, Kento.” You’re whining, fingers trembling where you were digging them helplessly onto the sides of his broad shoulders. And you couldn’t even make as much whiny noise as you wanted to because-

“Mr. Nanami, are the documents for the upcoming proposal okay? ”

Speaking into an ongoing early morning meeting on his phone, “I’ve approved them.” You can’t help the way the firm authority in Nanami’s deep bass makes your cunt grow wetter, biting back a moan as you straddle him in his home office chair. “Tell- hah! tell the team all’s well.”

“Thank you- and pardon me, but you sound a little…”

Instantly, Nanami latches a hand to grope your ass cheeks like he didn’t know whether he wants to pull you away or finally put himself out of this damn agony and bottom out.

Coughing softly, “I-I’m quite alright.”

He was anything but.

Your husband’s demeanor was caring - hastily muting himself on the call - but his cock was so mean. And that smug lil’ clench of your sopping walls gets you immediately punished with a rapid thrust.

“Fuh-fuuuuck! Ken—-”

“Talking so loud, darling.” Nanami purrs, forehead sticking to yours. And he runs his frigid wedding band across your clit to listen to the sweet way your pussy sings out a sluuuurp, “N’ so is she.”

Impatiently rutting your hips up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down until your pussy coats his shaft with goopy slick at the halfway mark. “Because I want…”

“Aww- feeling left out? D’you want me to finger you, hm?” Swirling his doughy fingerpad in circles that make your gummy cunt spark with white-hot bliss. Snagging just to the side of your softened walls so that he can try and make them bruise.

“J-just a bit- but-”

And he’s just so eager that you can feel his throbbing shaft pound against the roof of your heated core, four-inch girth so fat that gravity was making every bounce of yours lazily choke down his size. “Mhmm– anything- ngh. Anything for you, my wife.”

“I want more–” Your glossy lower lip juts out in a pout and you almost miss the way those very words make your gentle giant of a husband flinch. It makes him pant.

It makes him look up at you with eyes that are crazed- breathing out in such a strained way, “M-more.”

Nanami Kento’s voice cracks.

And you can only nod, “More. All of it.”

“All…” Maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour, maybe an eon- before Nanami tugs on the silky yellow of his tie and groans at the tightness. “Brace yourself, my love- this is gonna sting a little.”

Before you can even bat your teary lashes, Nanami has one arm tucked underneath your slick-sheened inner thigh, one more centimeter of his solid length shoveled deep. And one finger dancing over that ‘mute’ button on his phone, “So- what was that about meeting plans?”

“Kento, don’t you dare- oh!”

Only to shut you up with a sensual kiss of his weepy orifice down your pussy, he’s vulgarly stretching out your walls until your legs quake.

Sturdy office chair creaking at the force of his hips, his eyes are narrowed and predatory as he watches the way your tight hole expands all ‘round his glistening cock. Your elastic entrance bumpin’ into each one of his veiny inches.

Hypnotized. Sounding as dazed as ever as he speaks into the other end of the phone, “Huh? Oh, that- just my dear wife bringing me…” Nanami stares you dead into your adorable heart-eyes as he tucks his fat thumb past your pussylips and drenches himself. Just enough to pop! into his stern mouth- “-breakfast.”

“S-so mean.” You’ve never seen your husband talk like this, and you’ve never taken his long, ten-inch cock without hours n’ hours of preparation.

But right now, more than anything, you were…hungry.

And slobber drips down the edge of your chin when you throw your head back and impale yourself deeper on his cock. Shrilly whimpering, “Don’t know if I can-”

“Of course you can.” He interrupts in a booming voice, and for a second you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his coworker on the phone. Only realizing once, with a hasty apology- “My wife needs ah- help with something.” Nanami’s tugging your bitten lips apart and poking his fingers inside.

Making you suck. Making you bite.

“A real gentleman- aren’t you, Mr. Nanami?”

“Mhm- gotta help out the hah- lady whenever I can.” He’s cooing at you. Phone now balanced comfily between his shoulder and his ear, Nanami’s tilting his head and boring down at you with such a sleazy, drunken grin. “Fuckin’ loooove helping my wife- oh, excuse my language.”

Oh god, he was getting so drunk. Tugging on your clit with one hand, and the other was holding you rigidly still so you can’t escape while he was sliiiiiding his cock inside with a sloppy drag.

Your teary eyes wandering to the back of your head, “W-will it-”

“It will.” Caressing the rovering ends of his two digits until you make the cutest gagging noises, he recites underneath his breath. “It has to.” Muted. Just for you to hear. “Inhale slowly- through your nose. Relax that pretty pussy f’me.”

“L-like this?”

“Slower.” Hiking a meaty thigh up once you sloppily follow along, “Keep your chest still- relax.” He hisses as the globes of your ass start to kiss his toned lap, damn near eleven plump inches being tunneled into you. “Exhale slowly. Again.” Head snapping between your half-lidded expression and below, “Again. Take it- fuck fuck fuck- take it.”

Curving the slightly left-leaning point of his tip to slither across your walls and skim your g-spot, and you can’t even move- you can’t even thrash around like you wanted to because Nanami’s pinning you down.

“Yeah- yeah m’here. I’m here and- and sooo fucking hard for you.” He’s swearing underneath his breath once he hits the back of your dewy pussy with a pap! of his large, swollen balls. “And so- fucking- big.”

When Nanami bottoms out it’s with a precise strike to your spongy cervix, so hard that your very bones seem to rattle upon impact.

And fuck- was it just as powerful for Nanami who holds his shaken breath and slouches till his glasses almost slide cleanly off, and stares at the bulging folds of your pussy all webbed with his pre, and doesn’t even realize that the phonecall had unmuted-

“Now now…” Higuruma’s raspy voice sounds out on speaker phone. “How about you n’ your lovely wife get this meeting on video call, Nanami? Maybe I can ah- help, too.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.18 inches x 4.58 inches

Thwack! The glittery ends of Geto’s long, pale fingers are just drenched in all your sap and slick and he doesn’t think he’s ever smiled harder.

Tutting, with his head bent just low enough that his inky, curtaining locks trace your arched spine. “Yeahhh- she’s not fucking fittin’ me again- heh.” Snickering once just the slightest gyration of his bulging tip sends a torrent of cum from before dripping out of your pussy, “She agrees with me, too, gorgeous.”

“I feel so full.” You’re whining as your leader simply pulls you back and pliably rests a foot on your head. Geto Suguru already had you for hours, yet he wasn’t letting you go for a looong time.

And he wasn’t going anywhere without his reddened, gleaming tip emptying out yet another wave of milky precum inside of you. Watching as the sleek white coating glosses over your pussylips- his hazy gaze snaps from your cunt. To you. And back- “On second thought…”

“O-ohhh my god- ngh-”

“-why don’tcha take all of me again?”

You can’t help the way that your arms claw on the damp futon and try to drag your trembling body forwards - because Geto was just so big and trying to push himself deeper.

He was just as pretty as his long, flushed pink cock was. Balls delicate, shaft road and wide- with a singular strawberry pink vein that mazed along so sinfully.

You’re feeling the tender slit underneath his sparkly tip rub your insides raw. A few more solid inches of him throbbing behind, aching to just push you down and stuff you-

But he was feeling nice today.

“Ah ah- no running.” You damn near scream once he’s saddling the curves of his toned thighs behind your own, snug n’ warm. It’d almost be gentle if it wasn’t for the way that Geto was pinning you down to keep your restless hips in place, “Look at you drool. You’re already crying f’me from both ends?”

So cute- it was just too cute how you’re slurring from your hole just as much as your ajar maw.

And with another repeated swat to your teary slope, Geto tucks his bulbous head in place with your g-spot and watches you whine. Grunting, “Heh- wonder how much of a messy girl she’ll ngh- become when I put- my-” Vulgarly thrusting, so messy. “-entire cock in. Wouldn’t that be niiiice, gorgeous?”

He’s asking you questions that right now you were too fucked stupid to answer. Only able to nod and nod into the goopy puddle of spit you were leaking onto your pillow, “Yes- y-yeshh-”

“‘Yesh?’”

“I-I mean-”

Smoothly drifting a hand between your legs to squeeze your perky clit and make you let off a breathy cry. “Shhh- no need to waste your time hah- talking.” He’s immediately bringing up those very same cum-covered fingers to plop into your mouth, wetly, “Mmmm- tastes good, huh? Now you’re both stuffed.”

The flavor of salted caramel bursts onto your tastebuds and makes your folds quiver, stubbornly milking out even more of his creamy syrup. Clenching. Squeezing.

“Oh fuh-fuck.”

Your eyes snap open, words all groggy and muffled through his roaming fingerpads inside of your mouth. “Sugu, did you just-”

Pushing his foot deeper- “No- shut up.” Geto didn’t even know why his suave voice was shaking so much, he doesn’t even know why he underestimated just how needy his girl could get. Because when he wanted to fit his entire swollen, pumping cock in- it was a half-joke. Really. “M’okay- t-tooootally okay.”

He didn’t think your thoroughly filled, sploshing pussy would still be craving for his touch oh-so-deep inside. And he’s watching - spellbound, breathless - down at the way your pried-apart pussylips drool once you’re grinding down to devour his 4.5-inch width some more.

And Geto wasn’t a small guy - he was fucking big. Well over nine inches and pulsing from the sides with his prominent veins that scraped your slick insides just right, “Dity fuckin’ girl. If this tight hole hngh- wants it then just say it.”

“Wan’ it– please mmm m’so close.”

“Mhm- just like that.” Nodding along, and for a second Geto himself doesn’t know whether he’s talking to those pretty wailing whimpers of yours or of your pussy. Biting back wads of greedy saliva at the slurps sounding from below, “Tell me- tell me. S’not like th-this tight fucking cunt is affecting me like that. Not like I’m dying to…thrust.”

Mindless, half-measured bucks that wildly probe into your deepest, most tender spots. He’s even letting his free hand toy with the pearly droplets of syrup seeping out of you just to make space.

And Geto just keeps babbling on- “Not like I wanna always ngh- bend you over and ruin this pretty pussy.” He feels you getting wetter and in response pokes his muffling fingers into your hot mouth further- almost dragging you backwards after each recoil. “Not like I wanna fuck this hole until she’s all bruised f’me- fuck! She’s actually taking me.” Eyes wild, hips wilder. “She’s actually fitting me.”

“P-please! You’re in shoooo deep, Suguru- I’m gonna-” At this point you think you could feel him pushing his previous scorching, gluey webs of cum straight up to your throat.

And you could feel yourself cum.

White-hot, toes curling, eyes darting all the way to the back of your head until Geto could only hiss at the snug embrace of your pussy keeping him hostage. Fighting against the slight resistance-

“Not deep enough.”

Just in time, he snaps his feet off of your clammy scalp - for just a split-second, letting all the pounding blood rise to your head - before gathering you up in a raw, lecherous headlock. Tightening your throat with his beefy arm, you drool all over his forearm at the feeling of those natural muscles.

“Not like I always want you to fit- hah- aaall of it, gorgeous.” With a hot pant all feverish against your ear, and the sound of Geto’s baritone cracking, he’s snapping his hips so hard that he bottoms out.

You cry out at the tingles of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, completely at his mercy. “B-but you already ngh- did.”

“Oh…” Taking one look down at the way the globes of your ass were all nestled up to his raven happy trail, Geto gasps. Feverish. “Maybe I do.”

You were full.

So full that your soft, battered walls barely even had the space to clamp down once Geto swiftly turns the two of you over onto your backs in one, fluid motion. Easily dragging your boneless limbs into a full nelson-

“I-it’s actually in.” He stutters - stutters. Amethyst eyes widening, mouth sagging into a pretty oh! “All the way in- she actually fucking fit all of it, gorgeous.”

Thighs still twitching from your high, you slur, “N-ngh dunno if I’d be able to fit any more—”

“Awww.” Swiping away that bubble of spittle formulating at the edge of your lips, Geto thrusts his hips up so hard that your vision cracks with stars. Low, smooth in your ear- “But maybe you’ll fit my tentacle curse, gorgeous—”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.30 inches x 3.99 inches

“O-oh!” You’re squeaking out in a way you’d certainly be embarrassed about if it was any moment but now. Head snapping down to where you were straddling Choso’s slim hips, “You just got even bigger, Cho—”

Fuck- fuck, why did you have to say it like that?

Because of course, that was going to make Choso Kamo’s ancient cursed powers go out of control all over again. Of course, every ounce of blood in his body was going to rush to his long, blushing cock - now more than rock-hard.

And Choso was already massively big.

Well over eight inches and throbbing furiously, his mushroomy tip always blushed the prettiest cherry-red. A few aching curves of his veins pressing down your puffy outer pussy, and his width was just perfect - not too wide, not too thin. Slipping n’ sliding inside, letting the geysering hole on top of his shaft dollop your cunt with creamy pre.

But his first time with you raw? Actually feeling the gushing waves of your slick splashin’ down his veiny cock had him rabid. Gasping, “Am I really that…big, baby?”

“Hmm—” Quite frankly you weren’t sure, and you were too damn stupid on the stretch of his prolonged cock to even think. Leaning down teasingly, “It’s very big, Choso.”

“B-but not too big, right?”

Cute bubblegum lips wobbling, Choso wraps his toned arms around your hips and gets you to grind out a pummeling bounce. Letting the globular curve of it whack against your dewy wet walls and watching as you drool, “You can fit it, right? Right?”

Your cunt lets off a resounding squeeelch as you start giving in to his tempo and gyrating your own. And Choso’s staggering length meant that he was gluing his scorching hot crown to your deepest insides without even trying.

You’re pretending to think, “Hmmmm, I dunno—”

“N-no-” He’s hiccuping, chestnut lashes starting to gleam with tears. “Nononono- you don’t hafta do any of the ngh- work, baby— I’ll make it fit.”

So panicked. So sloppy that each one of his rugged trusts was hitting every nook and cranny of your dripping pussy, once near the splotchy area of your g-spot, another near the roof of your cunt. Mazing down the tip-top of his pink shaft like a spotlight.

“Will you–?” You purr, “Promise?”

“Promise- promise promise.” And his hands rest upon either side of your waist to keep pulling you up n’ down with his inhuman strength. Softly whining when that meant he didn’t have a hand left to pull your face into a kiss- you give him one anyway.

The plush, puckered contact of your lips was enough to make him jolt like he’d just been electrified. Choso groans into your mouth and furrows his brows in desperation, “I-is it fitting, baby?”

And one look- one look is enough for him to throw his head back into the silken pillowcase with his dark eyes whirling. Dizzy. Hypnotized. Just covered in cursed energy that makes him pulse bigger-

“It is-”

“Mhm– it is.”

“Look. She’s actually taking in all of me–!” All of him, Choso doesn’t think he’s ever let his fat cock roam this far into your innards before. Chin hitting his pecs in haste to take a further look, “She’s really sucking me up and ah- I’m not ngh- ungrateful, baby, but…I she neeeeed her to take it…all.”

He’s blushing and red-hot by the time he’s admitting this out loud.

By now there’s only a few more of his solid inches left, and you’re leaning behind you to grab a fistful of his tight balls- oh-so-sensitive. Rolling the mountains of his palm over where he was most delicate, “All, huh?”

Who knew that would only make your sweet, ruined boyfriend arch his toned hips and rut- “Yes-” The planes of his cheeks fluttering with beaded tears, “”Yes, please- don’t close out.”

And just having you clench around him was keeping him shackled to your pert, pretty pussy. Urgently slamming his toned v-line up into yours in an attempt to keep bullying himself inside, he’d never felt this before- having you squeeze him snugly like this. The moment you start pushing him with your velvety slick walls made him only hold you close and push and push and push–

“D-don’t close this pretty pussy-” His free hand tugs on the sappy ends of your outer pussy, tuggin’ just so that his veiny cock finds its way inside. Pouting, he lets his reverse cursed energy run wiiild- “Let me put…it in…”

With your fingers carnally itching the skin of his ball sack, you hum—“You are, baby—”

“Heh- y-you called me baby.” He’s giggling to himself, the apples of his cheekbones turning bright red. He’s mesmerized - he’s dazed at the slight figure-eights you’re drawing out with your hips to fit him inside. And the moment the fat of your ass cheeks hits his hip bones with a loud slap! oh- “You…inside.”

Inside.

And he’s cumming just as far deep, too.

The moment he’s all bottomed out, Choso’s voice hitches with a cracked whine once he’s spurting out a steady jetstream of syrupy white. Letting the honeyed droplets of it cling onto the sides of your goopy cunt- and he’s so embarrassed.

Fuck, he’s so embarrassed at the fact that he’s cumming so early.

But he can’t stop that primal urge within him that keeps bouncing his capped knees, sticking the globes of your ass against his meaty thighs with a layer of sheeny cum. You’d really, really managed to fit all of him - all his hot, ridged inches that tugged on the sides of your damp walls. Hitting your cervix dead-on.

“You took all of it-” He’s breathing out, raspy. Scalding hot seed dripping down your slit and rubbing all over your clit, “All- all. So this is what it feels like, I’m really inside, I’m really ngh- fucking you all the way.”

“Y-yes you are.” You have to fight to answer, the thrash of his split-ended shaft scouring across your walls until you were speechless. Mouth watering. Vision flashing. You brush your fingers through the strands of his bangs, “Happy, Cho?”

Purring up at you, “Of course, baby— B-but now that I’m inside can we try…” Half-lidded eyes almost trying to look away, almost shy. But the way he gives you a thrust to slosh around his stringy wads of cum says otherwise, “-a mating press?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches x 6.04 inches (each)

“K-Kuna—”

“B-b-brat.” It’s just so cute how that snarling grin he gives you is enough to make you bristle, as if you weren’t all sprawled out on the King’s lap and speared by one of his fat, thirteen-inch cocks. Both of his smug mouths snickering your way, “What? Whining n’ crying for two when ya can’t even take one. Humans always are so ambitious.”

And you? You were more than ambitious.

You’re just downright stuffed with the plump, honed crown of one of Sukuna’s lengths that it was stirring up whatever’s left of your brain cells. The weepy orifice of his tip swirlin’ a ribbon of milky pre as you squirm, and for the first time, you wanted more. “I wanna take both but I dunno if it’ll fit, Kuna.”

“Awww, my poor baby doesn’t know if it’ll heh- fit?” He’s cooing at you mockingly from above, one of Sukuna’s four hands nestling at your hips to give you a lil’ bounce. “Then I guess as king I hafta help with that, hm?”

“Yes- yes please-”

“Ah ah- but first…a kiss.”

Almost shocked at the plump pucker of his fanged lips, you slouch over where you were straddling his muscular waist. Him, all sprawled out on his gilded throne- and you, struggling to plant a kiss.

“There-” You murmur against his warm lips, a pout adjusting on your gaping maw as you wait expectantly.

But he only grins, knees hiking up to swat your ass with repeated grinds. “And here, too. Kiss me proper now.”

There.

He doesn’t even have to wait for the lecherous request to register inside your melty mind before his impatient, monstrous second mouth is unhinging ajar and saaaalivating all across your teary slit. The curled tendril of his pink tongue was just tickling where your hole was bulged, “Keh- humans are so easily embarrassed.” Two of his beefy arms glue to your sheeny inner thighs and streeetch you wide open, “Open up for ‘Kuna’, brat.”

Twisting your head down to watch- you don’t even know what your glassy eyes search for first.

The way that second, matching hard cock of his was bobbing with desperation or the way that his cursed mouth was greedy and salivating with every flick up the front of your hot core. Drooling, spitting, lapping up ounces of sap like it was sugar water-

“Ya can take that-” Another fat splosh of spittle, disappearing between your pussylips. “-ya can take me then.”

“Want it- want-” Huffing stubbornly, “Can handle both I ngh- promise.”

How cute…

Sukuna really can’t stop the way he departs a darkened bout of laughter, head tilted. “Why don’tcha suck this one up for me and ngh- prove it then.” And before you know it, he’s clawing his last hand down on your sweaty scalp and pushing down, down, down– “Bottoms up- or, more like bottom out.”

Fuck- you weren’t even given the split-second to snap at him for his silly lil’ joke at your expense, because the sheer stretch just had you so damn delirious.

And claiming that Sukuna was big was an understatement - well above thirteen inches, each. Both of his long, vertically-stacked cocks were so swollen and ready to be inside of you that they looked like they were about to explode.

Right from the slightly red edge of his bulging tips, to the circumference of his bases, all covered with a spattering of pink veins. Massive- and so was his pair of hard, tannish breeder balls, twitching with your every movement.

He was only about halfway in and the sleek ribbons of Sukuna’s precum were already hitting your thighs in splashes-

“Oi oi- don’t tell me yer too cockdrunk now.” His hips shift as he starts up a vulgar pace, hitting the back of your cervix with his pointed crownhead and he still wasn’t bottomed out. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would be hitting your damn throat soon. Grunting, “Take it. C’mon, little human.”

Sukuna was so wide that just a singular one of his girths had your mouth falling into the same ogling oh! “I-I am.”

“Heeeeh? How cute.” Darkish nails leave tiny bruises along your waist, lightly angling your tempo so that the zig-zagged line of one of his prominent veins hits your most favorite spots. “Faster now.”

Harder. Sloppier.

And you almost can’t, just so heady and stupid on the thump-thump-thump of his rounded globe squishing up your insides. So he can only lean backwards sexily and buck his waist further-

“Faster, brat, if you want mmm- both my cocks.”

Thighs trembling, lips wobbly, “B-but…”

“Aw, guess you forgot-” Mockingly, Sukuna’s stern lips fall into a tiny pout. And in the blink of an eye, where the edge of his tastebuds were slimily running down your folds, he’d suddenly replaced it with the smooth fringe of his second cock. “Seeee?” Rubbin’ it up n’ down in a way that was so sultry, “Wanna taste?”

Soon enough, you’re slobbering all down the cushions of his pecs. The utter raw stretch of it too much that his tensed front was covered in a shiny lacquer of your saliva, “I-I want…both.”

Ah, he’d never fucking admit it, but it was so endearing how hungry you were for his cocks. “Course ya do- you can take it.” The only thing driveling and greedier than you was that pretty pussy, “Faster.”

Just a few inches- just a few more inches more that Sukuna was helping you devour.

Well- teasing, “Harder, unless you don’t wan’ me ngh- hitting- here-” The sharp points of his fingernails tickle your tummy, right where the bumpy cylinder of his bulge was whacking. Right above your cervix. Your womb. “Twice.”

“Ohhh- mmm- ngh, there, Kuna.”

“God, she loves it like this, huh?” And it seems like both him and his other mouth cackle. Twin cock diamond-hard now, and just starting to snugly fit and inch in with a sluuuurp. “Can feel- hah- feel your womb, she’s begging for my seed, brat. Twice.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and his shiny tastebuds were lapping your tears up like candy. “Twice- p-please twice.”

Twice.

Twice twice twice- and it was driving Sukuna fucking wiiiild. The clench of your squirming thighs pushing his rummaging shafts together was insane, and that’s exactly what he blames for the way he grumbles out drunkenly- “Wanna give me an heir that badly- do you?”

“I-I do.”

Talking out of your cunt, for sure. Talking out of your oversatured mind, obviously.

But fuck- Ryomen Sukuna can’t stop himself from blurting out a low- “I love you.” And then a hissed pant of your name as he jumbles up your memory of that little confession with the entrance of his second cock, as well.

Dually splitting you open, you were so impaled on his throbbing girths that you almost miss the way he grins- “And now…” Slapping your slippery slit with the silken underside of his tongue, “S’my turn to have some fun.”

The way he whimpers.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.69 inches x 4.50 inches

“Big stretch- can you say that f’me, pretty? Biiig stretch?”

It was just so cute how your boyfriend’s cheeks were all innocent pink while he whispered the dirtiest questions in your ear. Rosy lips wobbling at just the sound of your pretty voice, “Mmm– it’s a very biiig stretch, Taku.”

“Well…n-not that big.” He can’t help but stutter out shyly, fighting the urge to dig his fingers into the strands of his chestnut bangs and pull down his ski mask still on. Hastily rutting, “You can still ngh- fit all of it, right, sweetness? Please?”

And shit- Ino might be the sweetest, but his cock was built so fucking mean.

He was a long seven inches and more, with two throbbing veins that ran down the side of his shaft and carved right along the tender spots of your walls. All flushed the same cherry-pink that his clammy, blushing cheeks were. And so fucking fat that your puffy core was having trouble keeping up with the rub-a-dub of his girth.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth while he’s planting half-ruts and grinds just to fit himself inside-

“Sweetness?”

“O-ohhh ngh-” You’re snapped back into your lewd reality the moment Ino’s impatiently dragging down your body with a hand at your throat. Dangerous. With the pierced edge of his mushroomy tip - that cold, sinful Prince Albert’s piercing - whacking your g-spot with a wet plop! “So good- so big, fuck!”

And maybe it was a blessing in disguise that the useless lil’ rubber of your condom had snagged the moment his pierced cockhead caught on it.

Because right now your gushing wet cunt was clenching around him to hold him hostage, and it was rendering Ino so damn pussydrunk that he was drooling. “M-maybe it’ll be easier in missionary, pretty-”

Times like this, you’re reminded just how much training your boyfriend has undergone. Because- before you know it- before you can even blink, Ino has his hands flying to bend your trembling thighs ‘round his slender waist.

Pliably pushed up until the caps of your knees hit your tits, until your scalp’s throwing back with a keen–“Mmm- feel so good- keep going, Taku–”

“Keep going.” He’s whispering to himself, eyes wide and barely blinking like he’s not even sure whether or not this was one of his wettest dreams. Here he had you all sprawled out and raw, letting off the cutest syrupy squelch! the moment he positions his bulging cockhead deeper and gives a little rut. “Keep- keep going.”

Whimpering, soon enough he can’t even handle the way that every driving force of his hips leaves your poor body recoiling.

Can’t handle the graze of your warm, wet walls making him feel like he was pulling out - the last thing he ever fucking wanted to do - and so he has to tighten his restraint on your neck and draaaag you back down after every jackammer just to keep himself sane.

“See? See?” His rugged whisper scorches your ear, Ino’s eyes half-lidded and wild. He squeezes your throat and snaps his hips down until the pale skin of his pelvis turns red, “S’not that big- nghhh, I can fit. C-can tooootally fit.”

Smugly batting your lashes- you were ruining him. “Yeah? Almost there?”

“Just like three or four more inches-” He groans, taking a sneaking glimpse at the rubbery resistance downwards. And his balls were delicate and flinching sensitively at every contact with your skin, “Just gotta get through this- ngh- tight fucking hole. That way I’ll fit.”

“And if you don-”

Cutting you off in panic, “Don’t even say s-such a haaah- thing.” He’s brushing his knobbly thumb along the base of your treacly pussy and watching in amazement as you open up even deeper for him with a sluuuurp. The excited throb of his shaft digging just against your most tender geysering orifices-

Ino’s making such a mess, such slippery wads of slick streaming between your folds and glistening in a ring across his base. He almost wants to pull down his dark black ski mask just so he won’t cum from the sight.

Harder, sloppier.

Not only was his cock pretty, it was so thick and probin’ along your every wet-sheened ridge and crevice. Making you scream just as much as your pussy was giving off slurping squelches!

You’re clawing down the veined expanse of his forearms, “S-so rough, Taku-”

“Oh- sorr-”

“I love it.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

That was more than enough for him, and before you know it - before even he knows it - he’s bucking with a mindless half-thrust that lets him bottom out. Rapid. Hard. Feral. That lets him cum.

Letting him crater the door to your womb with his orbed piercing, with a wide circular circumference that bruises you in while he stuffs you with white syrup.

The creamiest webs of seed overspill, and Ino can’t do anything but gape as his free hand moves before his mind to rover his fingers across your glossy entrance and push those hot springs in-

“Fuck- fuck. And I love you-” Setting your rapidly pulsing neck free to haul his eyesight partially closed by his mask. “This is what it feels like- this? H-how can it feel so…”

And you don’t even know how you manage to speak beyond the sparking fuzziness filling up your brain at the splosh of cum coating your innards like a glaze. Dripping just down the sides of your gluey-stuck thighs, “Awww- shy, Taku?”

He doesn’t answer- but his hips do all the talking.

Fucking the knots of cum in with rough, rugged drives that drench his tawny happy trial, Ino whimpers once you’re tugging his mask up and forcing him to look at you in all your fucked-out glory. Shit- so perfect n’ pretty that some primal part of him just has to mess it up by pulling out just the slightest few solid inches.

Creaming out opaque white layers upon layers of sap, Ino lets his pinkish shaft slap-slap-slap down on the puddle and hums. Eyes drunk, skin flushed, big fucking cock oh-so-painfully hard. And if he dares to let his plummy mushroom tip pull out and write out a cursive white T-A-K-U, well—“S-so…am I getting pregnant or are you, sweetness?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.02 inches x 4.28 inches

“You’ve got it, you’ve ngh- got it-”

“Fuh-fuuuck, Satoru. But it’s so big-”

“You’ve got it.”

It’s been the exact same thing being repeated in panting moans over and over into the side of your ear. And Gojo can’t fucking stop that strained, broken mantra from leaving his lips every time he’s pushing you deeper into this mating press, and his cock deeper into you.

Fuck- you should’ve expected that the strongest would have a fat fucking length to match.

The only thing ruder than the way he was constantly pounding you into the soft, silken sheets was his size. Over eleven inches, according to him, the edge of his rose-red cocktip brushes all the way near your spongy cervix without even trying.

And he was oh-so-pretty, like every delicate vein running down the middle of his pinkish shaft was hand-carved to hit your every sweet spot.

Ridged, lightning bolted texture of his shaft making you see stars- you’re feeling Gojo’s swollen breeder balls brush against your thigh every time he knocks his ringed slit at the gooey roof of your pussy and just simply rubs it there, sensually.

“Getting sooo fucking wet-” He’s hissing into your open mouth, the tips of his gleaming white canines snagging against your lower lip as he smiles. “H-heh- you got it. You got it. Aaaalmost there, almost-”

“But there’s so much more, ngh- why are you this big?” You’re whimpering, the flats of your feet pushing against Gojo’s shoulders. And fuuuck- does he love the chase. Does he love that feeling of watching your boneless limbs flail when he’s folding you back in half with almost inhuman strength.

The doughy edges of his fingers itching for his black blindfold beside your night stand- “Hey now, sweetheart.”

And it takes two of your heady breaths - less than two seconds - for Gojo to curl the silky fabric of his blindfold around your ankles. To tie them together and firmly set them on his muscular back, “You wanted to see how the strongest hah- fucks. You’re gonna get it. And…heh-” Your dear boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle downwards at the way his reddened cock was being devoured by your puffy core. “-wouldn’t you wanna take allll of the strongest, sweetheart? Pretty girl? My wife?”

“I get it I- fuck!” Breath catching when he’s hiking his pale thigh up to shovel yet another solid inch inside, pryin’ your bubblegum walls to the side with his bulbous tip. “J-just shut up.”

Who knew that would make him give you the first shred of mercy he’s shown in what felt like hours now.

Making him falter for a split-second, making him gasp. Making him blush- whispering out something airy, “Th-that almost made me cum.”

And shit- Gojo Satoru could not let himself cum before you did, no matter how much it felt like heaven was between your legs n’ you were just melting all around his size. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s letting his gaze coat with a few flickers of cursed energy.

Six Eyes on full throttle once he splays his massive palm on top of your cute tummy, “I’m still riiiiight-” The edge of his finger sizzles with power as he draws an invisible line, precisely where his blushing red crown was cratering a massive bruise inside of your tight cunt. Grinning, he taps- “-here. Got my fat fuckin’ cock right here.”

Mewling, your knees weaken once he’s reeling his slender hips back just enough to whack three repeated hits on that impromptu target he’d made. Fully well knowing it was inches from your g-spot.

“Fuck- just a bit higher, Toru–”

“Oh, sweetheart—” His half-lidded irises are so dilated that they almost look like hearts, lips twitched into a wobbly smile while he fucks you like he’s furious. “You’ve got six more inches to go- ngh! five.”

And shit- you can’t help the way you overtly ogle the flex of his toned biceps as he sexily reaches behind him. One set of fingers clenching ‘round that vice-like blindfold at your ankles to pull-pull-puuuull you down, the other buzzing with jujutsu and creepin’ to your clit to pinch.

He wouldn’t fit otherwise, bullying his way inside.

“H-heh…four now.”

Manhandling you, he was so strong that he’s making you feel like some sort of doll. Sending your ass cheeks ricocheting with every sopping wet spank of his pelvis, “Shit- you’re going in so deep-”

“Mhm- right down to your cute ngh- womb.” He could follow every slimy, mazing trail of his bulging shaft with his very own eyes. Snickering as he makes sure to graze the curling tendril of his veins right along your g-spot, “You like that- huh? Feels good?”

“Yes- mmm feels so good.”

Smooth voice purring in your ear, just the sound of it makes your skin bubble with goosebumps. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m all inside. Just threeee more inches to go- two.”

Close.

Eleven inches was a lot to handle, and your poor dripping cunt felt like you were being stretched out to the max. You didn’t know whether it was his out-of-control reverse cursed technique or pure carnal desire that made you have the strength to start rutting down for more more more-

“Ohhh— what’s this?” Gojo raises his snowy brows and matches your sloppy tempo, scratchin’ his fuzzy white hair near the top of your clit every time he flicks it. “My girl wants more? Wants all eleven inches- s’a thick fucking cock, sweetheart—”

That was an understatement.

With over four inches of meaty plumpness, he was so wiiide with his girth that you’re sure you’re molding to his exact size. The entrance to your pussy quivering after every thrust, fast. Rapid. Mindless thrusts.

You’re gurgling out your answers, unable to even speak at that point. “I know I know-” Mouth still falling into a spit-slicked smile as he shows no signs of slowing down. Blinking tearily, “Still wan’ it all.”

And then it happens - all at once.

The lights in your bedroom shatter- and then, so do you. Because with a longing, lingering glide of Gojo’s barreling length vertically across your g-spot and down to your cervix, you’re cumming.

Mouth ajar, eyes scrunched close. Your own wave of bliss catches you so off-guard that you can do nothing but hold onto his Adonis-like shoulders for dear life and shrill–“Cum—ing. Fuck fuck fuck- cumming, Satoru-”

“I know-” And he sounds just as gone as you at this moment. “I saw it.” With his Six Eyes, even before you reached your high.

Not even realizing that the electricity had been destroyed in your bedroom - in the entirety of Tokyo, actually - not even realizing you two were plunged into complete darkness except for the bolts of blue lightning skittering down his skin. Setting his eyes aglow, air tightened.

Gojo groans—“And you f-fit all of me-” It took even him a few sultry seconds to register that he’d finally bottomed out.

Slapping and slapping the tender skin of his v-line right into the drenched space of your open thighs until he’s rubbed raw. Gojo was all inside and yet still trying to push himself even deeper, chasing the warmth of your dewy cunt- he bites back a whimper. “All of me- and it feels so…oh, I could just- fuck!”

One teensy clench of your sweet, saccharine walls.

All it takes before the strongest throws his head back and cums- timing each swat! of his thwacking balls right on staccato with your own peaks. It made him tilt his head down and giggle at the way your mouth only sagged open wider once you felt the sheer volume he was emptying out.

“You’ve got it-” He gasps into your popped eardrums, touch electric. The soft thumb rolling over your clit swiftly decides to crawl down n’ start plugging your drooling orifice with his wads of white. “You’ve hah- got it. You’ve got it- you’ve got it. Isn’t this the ngh- biiiigest fucking cock you’ve ever seen–?”

“F-fuck, Toru- yes! But what are you…” Briefly, the hand looped around your ankles claws at your clammy crown and moves your head to stupidly nod.

All the while, Gojo’s simply stirrin’ his shaft in circular motions inside of your velvety walls to touch every nook and cranny with his creamy cum. Teasingly announcing, “Oh yes it is- yes it is–”

Looking almost satisfied with the way you’re all fucked out and still shaking prettily from the ordeal- that is, at least, before a sudden idea glints behind his half-lidded sapphire eyes.

“I wonder if it’ll be- heh- even bigger if I use limitless, sweetheart”

“…”

A/N. I thought I was soooo funny for that title.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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lacyblades · 2 months ago

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౨ৎ virgin!reader who's concocted this whole narrative about fratboy!satoru taking some bizarre vow of celibacy. ridiculous, maybe – but honestly, his pre-you life felt like a completely different era. no hookups. no casual encounters. didn't that violate some unspoken rule in the frat bible?

"where are your notes?" he asks, the mattress dipping as he sprawls out.

you swivel from your spot at the desk, a genuine "huh?" escaping.

"your notes, cherry," he repeats, a teasing lift to his eyebrow. "you said you needed study help."

a slow blink. you pretend to search your memory. "oh. right. notes. actually… i think i'm good."

satoru's brow furrows. "then why the invite?"

"what? a girlfriend can't just want her boyfriend over?"

"cherry," he corrects, a pointed look in his eyes, "i'm not your boyfriend."

"yet," you hum, amending his correction with a sly smile. "either way, my roommate's out."

he blows out a breath, a slow nod. "perfect. peaceful study session. never did like her anyway."

"please tell me you weren't actually expecting only studying," you say, a playful challenge in your tone. "empty dorm. just us. alone."

satoru's frown deepens, and you deploy your most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. his don't even flicker.

"we're not having sex," he states flatly, crossing his impressive arms. big, strong, very noticeable arms.

"yet," you echo, a hopeful lilt in your voice.

"right," he sighs, a hint of amusement in his exasperation, "yet." satoru had this thing about taking it slow, like a time-traveling puritan.

"we aren't there yet, though," he adds, a subtle shift in his gaze. no intercourse, he'd declared. but he'd conveniently omitted any mention of what didn't count as intercourse. a loophole you were currently exploiting, straddling his lap, your lips throbbing from his kisses, your teeth nipping and tangling.

your skirt has crept far, far up, panties a damp second skin plastered against his boxers, the evidence of your arousal mingling with his pre-cum in the increasingly sodden fabric between you.

satoru's hands are firm on your hips, anchoring you. you already feel the telltale spasms against your core twice, milking his thick length through the barrier of his jeans just by the friction of your slick heat against his bulge. a low groan rumbles in his chest, his head falling back, eyes momentarily glazed.

you have to give him credit; amish commitment or not, he's putting up one hell of a fight against actual penetration. you almost admire his self-control. almost. except for the fact that it's really eating at yours.

his hips buck against yours, a desperate, involuntary movement that draws a moan from your throat. "god, cherry," he mumbles into the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. you press down, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his thighs, effectively pinning him. if he won't fuck you, you'll damn well make the most of what he will do.

the waves of your own pleasure blur together, a relentless tide washing over you. nonetheless, that insistent heat low in your belly coils tighter, one again, every rigid inch of him a focused pressure against your clit through the layers of fabric, a desperate ache building. when the next shared orgasm rips through you both, a strangled whine escapes your lips against his soft, white hair.

yeah. turns out, "taking it slow" has a very different meaning in practice.

#jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #satoru gojo smut #satoru smut #frat house firsts <3 #cherry!reader #frat!gojo

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384302 · 1 year ago

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I love love love the moment in Gideon the Ninth where the Third challenges the Sixth in a clearly unfair move, and Gideon, half-on-instinct, still faking a vow of silence, simply unsheathes her sword, at which Harrow doesn't miss a beat and says her "The Ninth House will represent the Sixth House" line, while Gideon just smiles.

In Gideon's head this is "I am not standing for this shit anymore. For the love of God, Harrow, please understand what I'm doing and back me up here. Oh thank fuck you've got it. I'm so happy I could kiss you."

In Harrow's head this appears to be "For fuck's sakes, Nav, what do you think you're doing. Ok, think. Can't give anything away. Have to project unity, but fuck you, Griddle, for making me do this."

But for everyone else this is the legendary, mysterious, terrifying, bone magicians of the Ninth House, with no warning, stepping between the Sixth and the Third. The skull-faced cavalier who hasn't said a single word simply drawing her sword. The shockingly powerful and inscrutable necromancer matter-of-factly declaring an alliance that no-one, even the supposed allies, knew about. The sinister smirk on the cavalier's face. And the line from Harrowhark: "Death first to vultures and scavengers."

I love it so much and I love additionally the moment that this sets up in the climax, which is essentially the same emotional beat, the key changes being 1) both Harrow and Gideon have become open and vocal with each other; 2) both Harrow and Gideon are working together consciously as well as instinctively; 3) their opponents don't back down so they follow through. "Nav, show them what the Ninth House does." "We do bones, motherfucker."

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #griddlehark #tlt

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aneertawrites · 2 months ago

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jealous!Sylus x fem!Reader

a/n : saw this edit on tiktok and got the urge to write... ++ the green eyes are a metaphor for jealousy! sorry for the confusion <3

tags : light choking, thigh smacking, jealous sylus, porn w no plot, oral sex (reader receiving), raw sex, rough sex, yeah....

The room was stifling — not from heat, but from tension. Laughter rang out, glasses clinked, and a hundred dignitaries buzzed with small talk beneath golden chandeliers. You stood near the bar, dress hugging your frame just right, heels biting into the polished floor. You’d worn this to be taken seriously.

But the man beside you had other ideas.

A diplomat. Polished smile. Lazy eyes that kept dropping to your chest like it was a conversational cue. He was leaning closer now, voice a little lower, fingers brushing your arm as if it were casual.

It wasn’t.

You didn’t recoil. That would draw attention. Instead, you gave a tight smile and angled your body just enough to distance yourself — not enough to cause a scene, but enough that he would notice.

And he did.

Across the room, you could feel Sylus’s gaze like a hot wire threading through your spine.

He stood near the edge of the crowd, drink untouched in his hand, suit tailored so sharply it cut. His expression was unreadable — not angry, not even annoyed. Just… focused. Like a predator watching someone else circle his territory.

You turned back to the diplomat and forced a laugh at some forgettable joke. But your attention was split — half on this conversation, the other locked onto the man across the room whose patience was starting to burn.

When the diplomat finally excused himself, you exhaled. And then Sylus was there.

Not a second later. Not two.

“I thought you were working,” he murmured, voice low and calm, but loaded.

“I was.” You tilted your head, studying him. “Didn’t realize conversation counted as betrayal now.”

“He was flirting.”

“Barely.”

“He wanted to fuck you.”

Your breath hitched — not at the words, but at the cold certainty behind them. Sylus’s voice didn’t rise. He didn’t look flustered or possessive in the way other men might. No, he was composed. Still. Like someone who already knew he owned the battlefield.

And the way he was looking at you now?

Like he owned you, too.

“You’re imagining things,” you said — a challenge, not a denial.

His lips curled. Not a smile. A warning.

“Come with me.”

You didn’t ask where.

Didn’t need to.

He led you down one of the quieter halls — away from the glittering noise, past locked doors and diplomatic signage. The second he found a private room — lights low, a lounge clearly reserved for someone far above your paygrade — he keyed it open and pulled you inside.

The door hissed shut behind you.

Silence.

You turned to face him, but he was already on you.

One hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up, and the other flattened over your lower back, pulling you flush against him.

“You want to let men like that flirt with you?” he murmured, voice quiet but sharp as broken glass. “Then look at me when they do it.”

You gasped as his mouth crashed into yours — hard, punishing, furious. The kiss tasted like jealousy and unspoken obsession. Like everything he’d been holding back since the moment the diplomat touched you.

His hand slid from your jaw to your throat — not choking, not quite — but firm enough to own. You whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

“You think I’ll just stand there while someone else imagines how you sound when you come?” he rasped, voice like smoke. “Not a fucking chance.”

You didn’t get a chance to answer.

He spun you, pressing your back to the wall, grinding his hips into yours so you felt just how hard he was. Every line of his body screamed restraint — but it was unraveling fast.

“Sylus—”

“You’re mine,” he growled, mouth against your ear, one hand trailing down your side, over the swell of your ass. “Say it.”

You swallowed, breathing fast. “I’m yours.”

His teeth grazed your shoulder, not gently.

And then he was everywhere, hands pushing up your dress, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck as he shoved your panties aside. His fingers brushed through your folds, and he hissed.

“Dripping for me,” he muttered, smirking against your throat. “You like it when I get like this.”

You gasped as he slid two fingers inside you — thick, deep, curling just right. You bucked into his hand, shameless already, grinding against him.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Be greedy for it. I want to feel how bad you need me.”

You moaned, breath stuttering as his thumb found your clit and started tight, perfect circles. The pressure built fast, too fast, your thighs shaking, your voice caught in your throat.

But then he stopped.

You whined, frustrated — hips jerking forward, chasing friction.

He chuckled darkly, lips brushing your ear. “Not yet. You don’t get to come until you mean it.”

“Mean what?” you panted, eyes wild.

“That you’re mine.” He reached around and unzipped his pants, dragging his cock against your slick heat teasingly. “All the way. Not just when it feels good.”

You looked back at him — flushed, half-dazed, aching. “I’m yours, Sylus.”

His eyes blazed.

And then he was inside you.

One hard thrust — deep, brutal — and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Just pulled out and slammed in again, setting a pace that was fast, relentless, perfect.

You braced against the wall, moaning, gasping, crying out his name as he pounded into you — thick and heavy and everywhere.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice low and vicious. “Let them hear you. Let them all fucking hear how good I fuck what’s mine.”

You shattered.

No warning, no buildup — just white heat and pleasure so sharp it tore a scream from your throat. You clenched around him, whole body convulsing, and Sylus groaned, slamming in harder, deeper, his rhythm breaking.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasped. “Gonna mark you from the inside out.”

You moaned his name, and he followed — hips grinding deep as he came, hot and thick inside you, holding you so tight you thought he might bruise your hips.

You were still gasping when he pulled out of you, slow, deliberate — and the heat of him spilled down your thigh, warm and obscene.

You tried to catch your breath, head falling back against the wall, but Sylus didn’t move away. Didn’t even give you space to think.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, breath ragged. His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges. “I should stop.”

You blinked, dazed. “Then why haven’t you?”

He smirked.

Because you both knew the answer.

He gripped your jaw, angling your face toward his. “You let him touch your arm,” he murmured, like he was still tasting that fact on his tongue. “Let him lean in. You smiled for him.”

Your chest rose and fell — fast, desperate. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“Then you won’t mind if I fuck you until it does.”

That growl in his voice made your pussy clench all over again.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands dragging your thighs apart, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. He looked up once, green eyes stormy with hunger.

Then he devoured you.

Not gentle. Not teasing. His mouth was wet heat and filthy precision, tongue flicking and circling your clit with sharp, relentless purpose. You cried out, hips jerking, trying to squirm away from the overstimulation, but his grip on your thighs tightened, holding you in place like a man possessed.

“You don’t get to run,” he muttered between licks, voice vibrating straight through your cunt. “Not from this. Not from me.”

You were already so raw, every nerve electric, and now he was dragging you back up the edge — fast, merciless. You were moaning like a damn prayer, head thrown back, hands in his hair, thighs shaking around his head.

He sucked your clit hard, once, twice — and you came again with a sob, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Your knees nearly buckled, but he caught you, hands firm under your thighs as he kept eating you through it.

“Fuck—Sylus—sensitive, I can’t—”

“Yes,” he growled, standing again, towering over you now, voice harsh and hungry. “You can. You will.”

He shoved his pants lower again, cock already hard, again, and this time, he didn’t even bother positioning you.

He manhandled you onto the nearest velvet lounge, pulled your legs open wide, and slid back inside with one brutal thrust that made you scream.

No warm-up. No restraint.

Just raw, unforgiving heat.

He fucked you like he needed to ruin you, like nothing short of breaking you open would be enough to satisfy the jealousy still burning under his skin. His grip bruised your hips, his pace punishing, deep, his pelvis grinding against your overstimulated clit with every stroke.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, eyes locked on yours, sweat slick on his brow. “Say it again. Scream it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, head falling back.

“Louder.”

You cried out, voice cracking. “I’m yours, Sylus—fuck, I’m yours!”

He slapped your thigh — not hard, just enough to make you jolt. “Don’t you forget it.”

You were close again, ridiculously fast — his cock hitting every perfect spot, his hand reaching down to rub your clit again despite the tears pricking at your eyes from the intensity.

“Come on my cock,” he demanded, voice a low snarl. “One more. I want to feel you break.”

You shattered.

Your whole body bowed off the lounge, legs locking around him as your orgasm slammed through you — harder than the last, deep and full and wrecking. Your vision blurred. You sobbed his name.

He groaned like a man unhinged and slammed into you once, twice, deep — then came with a guttural sound, hips grinding into you, his seed spilling inside you for the second time. Hot. Heavy. Claiming.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t pull out.

Just stayed inside you, panting hard against your neck, arms around you like he needed to anchor himself.

You were both trembling, breathless.

“I need you to know something,” he whispered against your skin, voice quieter now, but still sharp. “That I will not share. Not even your attention. Not your smile. Not a fucking glance.”

You turned your face toward his, blinking through the heat and fog. “Then keep reminding me like this.”

His lips brushed yours.

“I will.”

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cutehoons02 · 3 months ago

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My lollipop girl

My lollipop boy pt2

Jungwon pt Jake pt Jaypt

*pairing: pervy rabbit hybrid Sunghoon x popular girl

*trope: oppositive attraction/grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: Y/n is a university student who crosses paths with Sunghoon, an enigmatic and mysterious guy, who turns out to be a rabbit hybrid. Amid provocations, power plays, and growing tension, Y/N tries to catch his attention with a lollipop, but he mocks her. Despite his authoritative behavior, Sunghoon can't help but be drawn to her. As Y/n learns more about his hybrid nature, including heat and the knot, their relationship becomes increasingly intense, filled with seductive games and emotional challenges that push them further to their limits.

*tags: Sunghoon is a rabbit hybrid, lots of tension, Hoon behaves with superiority and loves to tease the protagonist always throwing arrows, territoriality, pervy thoughts, tutor Hoon, fake innocent girl, neddy Hoon, needy girl, kisses, hickeys, masturbation, double times fingering, unprotected sex (don't horny ppl) pet names (princess,sweetheart,good girl) (Hoon,hoonie)

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(English is not my native language)

Being the most popular girl at the Academy had its perks. You never had to worry about being alone—everyone wanted to be seen with you, and everyone laughed at your jokes, even when they weren’t funny. One look from you was enough to get whatever you wanted, and if you wished for someone, that someone would come running to your feet.

But there were downsides, too. No one was indeed your friend. The girls who flocked around you gossiped about everyone the moment they turned their backs, and you could only imagine how many times they had done the same to you.

And then there were the hybrids—once outcasts, now accepted into human society, yet still treated as different. Every day, you heard those shallow girls giggling about them, whispering "animals" under their breath as if they weren’t human enough to deserve respect. You didn’t care. You weren’t there to be a hero. You only looked out for yourself.

At least, until that day.

The air in the advanced economics classroom was heavy, saturated with useless chatter and forced laughter. You walked in last, your usual strawberry-and-cream lollipop between your lips, your usual skirt just a little shorter than it should be, and your fitted blouse drawing eyes wherever you went. Scanning the room, you searched for an empty seat. Two options.

The first was next to Jeremy—the stereotypical football guy: arrogant, clingy, convinced every girl at the Academy would fall at his feet. He didn’t even bother to hide where his eyes wandered whenever you were around.

The other was next to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon wasn’t just handsome. He was the handsome that hurt to look at for too long. Soft black hair, almost too perfect, a face carved with precision, dotted with tiny beauty marks you wanted to examine up close… and kiss. His nose was perfect, his features sharp like a statue, his body lean but sculpted just right. But his looks weren’t the problem. His personality was.

Cold. Silent. Cynical.

He barely spoke, and when he did, it was to throw sharp remarks—often aimed at humans. You didn’t blame him. It had to be exhausting to coexist with people who still looked at him with suspicion just for being born different. But when he was with other hybrids… he became someone else. Once, you had heard him laugh—a real, deep, almost contagious laugh. And God, you had wanted to listen to it again.

Your body moved before your mind could think twice. You walked toward the seat next to Sunghoon, ignoring Jeremy’s surprised stare and the murmurs of a few girls.

You pulled the chair back, the scraping sound echoing through the room. Sunghoon looked up, his dark pupils locking onto you, his ears twitching slightly as if irritated by the noise.

For a few seconds, he said nothing. He just observed you, analyzing with that calculated gaze, as if trying to figure out why you had chosen him.

You sat down calmly, crossing your legs with a slow, deliberate motion, letting your skirt ride up just enough to reveal a glimpse of your thighs. You knew he was looking, even if he tried to mask it with that bored, impassive expression. You wondered what was running through his mind. You wanted to slip into his thoughts, to understand what he thought of you—if he was genuinely annoyed or if, deep down, he liked you more than he was willing to admit.

Sunghoon glanced at you briefly, but his eyes betrayed something else, something he tried to suppress. His tail flicked slightly behind him—an involuntary reflex he immediately stifled as if refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you were affecting him. He was always like this: cold, calculated, yet incredibly curious. It was in his hybrid nature, his way of analyzing everything, but with that hint of arrogance typical of someone who knew he was irresistible.

Then your scent hit him.

Strawberries and cream. Sweet—almost too sweet for him. He wasn’t the type to enjoy sugary fragrances; he preferred sharp, fresh scents, ones with cool notes that matched his personality. And yet, somehow, he thought that scent was perfect for you. Too perfect.

He looked at you again.

You were different from the other popular girls. Beauty? That was obvious. Intelligence? He already knew you weren’t an airhead. But there was something more. You had confidence and boldness, yet you didn’t hesitate to talk to anyone—not even hybrids. He knew you had a hybrid friend, and that made you even stranger in his eyes.

But what irritated him was something else.

The way you sucked on that damn lollipop beside him, your tongue lazily gliding over the sugary stick, your lips wrapping around the candy with too much ease. The way your skirt was too short, leaving your thighs fully exposed. The way your blouse was too tight, the faint outline of pink lace peeking through, hugging your full curves.

Sunghoon throws you a sharp look, but you notice. And you smile.

"Do you like the show?" you ask with a provocative smirk, tilting your head slightly as you run the lollipop between your lips.

He sighs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Stop dreaming, princess.'

But the moment he says it, his eyes betray a flash of amusement, and his white and gray tail starts moving uncontrollably.

You burst into laughter, swinging the lollipop between your lips with a cheeky smile. "Princess, huh? No one’s ever called me that before."

Sunghoon scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Strange, I thought your ego would guarantee you at least ten nicknames like that.'

You raise an eyebrow, entertained by his sharpness. "Oh, so you’ve been checking up on me?"

He gives you a bored look. 'Hard not to when everyone keeps talking about you.'

Your crystal-clear laugh fills the air as you pull out your economics notebooks and arrange the pages with slow, precise movements. Sunghoon, with his watchful gaze, observes everything: your neat handwriting, and your perfectly completed assignments.

"What's up? Surprised that I’m smart?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

He barely curves his lips into a sneer. 'No. I'm surprised someone like you has time to study between all your dates.'

You click your tongue, giving him a mock expression of pity. "How cruel, Sunghoon. You’re breaking my heart."

'You should get used to it.' he replies, expressionless.

You bite your lip to hold back a smile. You like this game. You enjoy how he teases you without filters, how he doesn’t get swept up like everyone else. But most of all, you like the idea of provoking him.

You keep sucking on your lollipop, and when you get to the best part—the one where the strawberry and cream blend perfectly—you notice how Sunghoon averts his gaze for a moment. But not fast enough.

His cheeks flush slightly. His tail stops moving, and his fluffy ears twitch ever so slightly.

Your smile widens. "You like lollipops?"

He bursts out laughing, but there’s something irritated in his expression.

'No. I don’t like unnecessarily sugary things.'

"Strange," you comment, running your tongue along the candy. "Yet, you seem like the type to melt for something sweet."

Sunghoon looks at you, this time with an even colder, sharper gaze.

'Maybe because you’re used to all those little puppies that circle you. But I’m not one of them.'

His tone is so cutting that for a moment, you almost take him seriously. Almost. You simply smile. "No, definitely not."

The professor enters, and the conversation stops, but the tension remains. When the tests are handed out, your gaze falls on the grade marked in red next to your name. 75. Not bad. But then you see the test next to yours. 100.

You slowly turn toward Sunghoon, and he simply blinks with an air of complete indifference as the professor praises him in front of everyone. But your gaze misses no detail: his tail instinctively rises, his ears stand up with pride, the faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You lean on your hand, watching him with your mouth slightly open. "You... are a fucking genius?"

Sunghoon slowly turns toward you and, for the first time, actually smiles. But it’s not a kind smile. It’s the smile of someone who’s enjoying every second of your surprise. 'Surprised?'

You blink, then cross your arms with a smirk. "I never would’ve guessed. I thought your only talent was being a bastard with me."

He tilts his head, his ears moving slightly. 'I can do both.'

At the end of the lesson, you walk up to him with a new lollipop between your fingers and offer it to him with a cheeky smile. "As a reward for your grade!"

Sunghoon looks down at the candy, then turns back to you with an arched eyebrow. 'Are you stupid or deaf?'

You place a hand over your chest, pretending to be offended. "Oh, such manners! I know exactly what you said." You take a step closer, tilting your head to the side. "But you know by now, right? I like to annoy you."

He takes a deep breath, as if holding back the urge to tell you to go to hell, then shakes his head with a cynical smile. 'And I’m supposed to like something just because YOU decide so?'

"Exactly," you reply without hesitation.

Sunghoon stares at you for a long moment, as if trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. Then he shakes his head, completely ignoring your offer, and stuffs his books into his backpack.

You sigh, swinging the lollipop between your fingers. "So, will you help me study for the next test? I want a 100 too."

Sunghoon stops for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly. He looks you up and down as if assessing whether your request is worth even a second of his time.

Then, with a slow, provocative smile, he takes a step closer. Close enough for his fresh, sharp scent to envelop you, a stark contrast to your sweet strawberry and cream scent.

He leans slightly toward you, his face dangerously close to yours. 'And why should I help you, princess?' he murmurs, his voice low and full of challenge.

You don’t lower your gaze. You don’t give him that satisfaction. You just smile. "Because I’m nice and cute."

Sunghoon chuckles softly, a sound almost amused, then straightens up. 'No.'

You freeze for a second. "No?"

He grabs his backpack and walks past you without sparing you another glance. 'Figure it out.'

You watch him with your eyes as he exits the classroom, a mix of irritation and amusement bubbling in your chest.

You tighten the lollipop between your fingers and make a smile spread across your lips, and you can’t wait for the next class to torment and tease Park Sunghoon, the hybrid rabbit.

The condominium where you lived was perfect for you: close enough to the university to make it there on time even if you stayed out late, but far enough to avoid the chaos of the campus. Plus, the best shops and cafes in the city were just a few steps away, making it easy to satisfy your sudden cravings for something sweet or an iced coffee.

That afternoon, with a mountain of bags in your hands and zero desire to climb four flights of stairs, you called the elevator. You were about to relax against the wall when, just a second before the doors closed, a shoe got wedged between them, forcing them to reopen.

And, of course, it was Sunghoon.

He was wearing a basketball tank top, the lightweight fabric clinging to his body still damp with sweat, exposing sculpted biceps and hinting at the perfect chest you could just barely see underneath the fabric. The basketball shorts revealed his muscular legs, and his tail flicked slightly behind him, betraying a restlessness his face didn’t show.

As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes as if the universe was out to get him. He didn’t say anything, just took a bottle of water to his lips, drinking in large sips as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

And damn, even that made him look incredibly attractive.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, watching him as his throat worked, water droplets sliding down his sharp jawline. Then he turned to you, absentmindedly licking his lower lip before giving you an annoying smirk.

'What’s up, princess? Did the lollipop go down the wrong way?'

Instead of answering his provocation, you tilted your head to the side, looking at him with a sly smile. “Since we live on the same floor, why don’t we study together? We could help each other out.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, slowly capping his water bottle. 'I don’t think so.'

“And why not?” You crossed your arms, your tone deliberately mischievous.

He took a step closer, filling the space between you with his warm, slightly electric presence. He looked down at you, then took a deep breath, as if evaluating something.

'I don’t like your smell.'

You stiffened for a second, his low and direct voice hitting you harder than you expected. You stared at him, confused. “What?”

Sunghoon ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking his head slightly.

'It’s not that you stink. It’s just that… my hybrid self doesn’t find you attractive and can’t stand the scent and perfume your human skin gives off.'

You stared at him, surprised by how brutally he said it. You’d never been rejected like that in your life. You almost felt shocked by the slight discomfort that pricked at your stomach.

But you’d never let him see it. So you smiled, a venomous and cheeky grin. “What a shame, Sunghoon. I, on the other hand, find your scent very interesting.” You took a step closer, your strawberry and cream scent filling the space between you. “Maybe you should try getting to know me better before you speak.”

He snorted, but for a second—just a second—you saw his fingers twitch slightly. And in that moment, his tail flicked again, though he did everything to keep it still.

The elevator dinged as it stopped, but Sunghoon didn’t move right away. He looked at you with that gaze that always seemed to judge you, always guarded as if you were an annoying waste of time.

'So you like my scent, huh?' he repeated, his voice laced with sharp sarcasm. 'I have to admit, it’s the first time I’ve heard a girl say she likes the smell of post-workout sweat.'

He took a step closer, tilting his head slightly as he looked you up and down. 'Or maybe you’re just one of those who likes to be with hybrids because it’s cool, hm?'

This time, you were the one to snort. “Are you always this full of yourself?” You crossed your arms, lifting your chin challengingly. “I’m just telling you that hybrids smell different from humans. I didn’t say I wanted to roll around in your sweat, Sunghoon.”

He smirked, that signature asshole expression on his face. 'Too bad. I thought you were one of those weird girls who like hybrid pheromones.'

You stepped out of the elevator with a sigh, but instead of letting him go, you planted yourself right in front of him in the hallway.

unghoon looked down at you, and for a moment, the contrast between your height and his seemed to amuse him. Then, though, he switched back to “asshole mode.” 'Don’t block the way, princess. I need to go shower.'

But you planted yourself in front of him, and maybe you shouldn’t have started this conversation.

“I did some research on rabbit hybrids.”

You immediately saw his expression change, as if he was already bracing himself for the nonsense you were about to say. 'Should I be honored?'

You ignored his sarcasm and pressed on. “I discovered a lot of interesting things. For example… rabbit hybrids have a different kind of heat than other hybrids. It’s not just once a year like for some predators… no, their cycle is much more frequent. Depending on the individual, it can happen multiple times in just a few months. A real hassle, right?”

Sunghoon stayed still, but you noticed how his jaw tightened slightly.

You smiled and continued. “Ah, and then there’s the knot.”

This time, you saw him stiffen.

“I’ve never quite understood the mechanism,” you continued, feigning innocence. “But, during heat, a rabbit hybrid has a physiological response that… locks them to their partner for a while. It’s for reproduction, right?”

Sunghoon stared at you, his eyes slits. Then, slowly, his lip curled into a disdainful grin.

'And is this your twisted way of telling me you want to fuck me?'

You hesitated for just a moment but recovered in an instant.

“No, it’s my twisted way of letting you know that I know things about you that maybe even other humans don’t.”

He chuckled softly, his tail swishing slightly behind him as if the whole conversation entertained him. 'And did you find anything else in your research, little detective?'

“Yes.” You placed a hand on your hip, tilting your head. “Like how rabbit hybrids enjoy physical contact. It’s not an instinctual thing like it is for canines, it’s more psychological. They love being touched, caressed, bitten…” You paused to enjoy the look on his face. “But only when they truly trust the girl or ‘mate’ that’s theirs.”

Sunghoon snorted. 'Oh yeah? And where did you find this information, on a blog for girls obsessed with hybrids?'

“No, scientific studies. Oh, and one more thing… rabbit hybrids are territorial.”

This time, you saw him grip his water bottle tighter. He was listening, even though he pretended not to care.

“They don’t like sharing what they consider ‘theirs.’ Whether it’s space, objects… or people.”

Sunghoon burst out laughing, a low, mocking sound. 'And what do you want to prove with all this pseudo-science? That you’re an expert on me?'

You shrugged. “I’m just saying that the more I watch you, the more I understand things about you.”

He took a step closer, and this time, his expression shifted slightly. He was still cocky, but there was something sharper behind it.

'And if I told you that my hybrid self doesn’t find you interesting?'

You stopped for a moment, then looked at him with a dangerous smile. “Then why don’t you stop staring at me?”

Sunghoon licked his lower lip and chuckled quietly. Then he walked past you, giving you a light shove as he headed for his door.

'Instead of wasting time with your stalker research, you should study economics.'

“Oh, really? My highest grade was 75, so if we studied together, you could give me some tips.” You said, stepping closer to him.

Sunghoon glanced over his shoulder, the smile still painted on his lips. 'I’d rather get caught in a rabbit trap.'

And with that, he slammed the door to his room behind him. Fine. If he wanted to play, you were more than willing to join in.

That morning, you walked into class before the bell rang, a dark expression on your face and your usual nervous tic kicking in: tapping your foot against the floor. You were furious.

Some bastard had stolen your favorite strawberry and cream lollipop from the café downstairs, leaving you with only the watermelon ones. Sure, they were good, but they weren’t the same. The taste was too fresh, too light, missing that perfect balance of sweetness and creaminess you adored.

You sat down at your usual spot, right next to Sunghoon, and continued to sulk, distractedly twirling the lollipop between your lips.

When he walked in and saw your funeral face, that familiar mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He dropped into his chair with that predator-like grace of his, one arm resting on the desk and the other idly playing with a pen.

'What tragedy happened, princess? Did they ruin your manicure?'

You shot him a withering look and kept sucking on the lollipop with a frown.

Sunghoon tilted his head, studying you. Then he leaned in a bit, sniffing the air with that hybrid instinct of his and letting out a soft laugh.

'Watermelon?' He raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking. 'Finally, a more decent scent compared to that horrible strawberry and cream.'

You snapped your head toward him, dramatically pointing the lollipop stick at his face.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” Your voice was thick with indignation. “The strawberry and cream lollipop is the best, the king of all sweets. This”—you waved the watermelon lollipop in front of him—“is just a sad replacement.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair with that typical smug attitude. 'Oh really? Then why aren’t you eating it with your usual enthusiasm? Don’t tell me they ran out at the café.'

Your pout deepened. “Of course, they ran out. Someone bought them all, and there won’t be more until next week.”

He whistled low, amused. 'Well, look at that. There must be someone with your terrible taste.'

You crossed your arms and shot him a dirty look. “It’s a crime against humanity. If I find out who did this…”

You had no idea that Sunghoon had at least twenty strawberry and cream lollipops in his backpack. He bought them all just to piss you off. He loved seeing you like this, with that fire in your eyes and the pout on your lips. It was way too fun.

But he decided to push things a little further.

'You know, I really don’t get all this obsession…' he said nonchalantly, leaning forward.

And before you could even realize what was happening, his lips closed around your lollipop.

Your eyes went wide.

Slowly, with a bold and far too sensual move, Sunghoon sucked on the sweet, letting it slide between his lips in a languid motion. The stick was still between your fingers, but the sugary part was now wrapped in the warmth of his mouth.

His tail flicked slightly behind him, almost involuntarily. His ears, usually standing high and still, turned a light pink, and for just a moment, his cheeks… they warmed up.

Then you heard a low sound, almost a grunt.

You froze.

You had read about this in that scientific blog on rabbit hybrids. That sound… meant he was experiencing pleasure.

You stared at him, stunned.

Sunghoon licked his lower lip as he released the lollipop, looking at you with a smug grin.

'You know, maybe strawberry and cream isn’t so bad after all.'

You couldn’t say anything for a moment, too focused on the image you’d just seen. The way his lips had closed around the sweet, the slight tremor of his ears, that guttural sound he tried to suppress…

Damn.

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

The professor began the lesson, and Sunghoon immediately got to work, filling his notebook with notes with an almost unsettling precision. He seemed like a machine, his gaze fixed on the board, the pen moving across the page without hesitation.

You, on the other hand, were less… efficient.

You tried to keep up, really, but some concepts slipped through your fingers like sand. And then there was him. Always composed, always perfect, always… infuriatingly capable.

Absentmindedly, you chewed on the stick of your now-empty lollipop while writing, trying to solve an exercise. When the professor wrote the correct answer on the board, you glanced down at your notebook and noticed the difference.

Damn it.

You huffed, crossing your arms in frustration. You weren’t stupid, in fact, but some mistakes drove you crazy. How could you be in the advanced course if you kept making these stupid errors?

A shadow moved next to you.

'You’ve swapped these two numbers,' a low, confident voice murmured.

You turned and found Sunghoon leaning over you, a finger pointing at the error in your notebook. His tone was authoritative, almost nerdishly precise, but the way he moved closer… too close… almost made you forget his cheeky attitude.

You shot him a sideways glance, frowning.

“Oh. Right.”

'Mh.' He nodded, then returned to his notes without saying anything more.

But you weren’t the type to be discouraged. You tried another exercise under his watchful gaze, this time focusing to avoid making stupid mistakes. Yet, when you finished and checked…

Wrong again.

Once more, the final calculation didn’t match the one written on the board.

You sighed in exasperation, running a hand through your hair. Without even realizing you were speaking aloud, you muttered:

“How the hell did I get into this advanced course if I keep making these stupid mistakes?”

Sunghoon turned toward you with a smirk.

'Good question, princess.'

You shot him a death stare, ready to snap back, but then, with a lower and almost amused tone, he added:

'If you want to avoid embarrassing yourself during the exams, you can study with me.'

You stared at him, surprised. Did he just… invite you to study together?

But before you could answer, he stood up, casually stuffing his notebook into his bag with far too much-studied calm.

'But only if you can shut up and focus,' he added, his voice thick with challenge.

You followed Sunghoon without even noticing that some of the other students were calling out to you. The world around you seemed blurry, the background noise nothing more than an indistinct hum, and then, without thinking too much, your hand instinctively grabbed his arm.

It was an instinctive hold, almost an innocent gesture. Yet, Sunghoon’s body reacted immediately. His ears perked up, and his tail began to flick in a barely noticeable motion as if his body was torn between surprise and something else.

He looked down at you, his dark eyes veiled with something hard to decipher. Curiosity? Annoyance? Interest?

But his gaze was also sharp as if the contact had unintentionally put him on alert. You looked up at him and, without pulling your hand away, asked with a hint of defiance:

“Are you messing with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky attitude intact. 'I don’t like to joke.'

You pressed your lips together slightly, still skeptical. “So… we’re studying together?”

He sighed, turning his face slightly to hide the faint smile tugging at his lips. 'If you don’t want to fail miserably at the course, I guess, I don’t have a choice.'

You nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. Can I come over to your place this afternoon?”

Sunghoon stiffened for a moment; then he made a face and turned to you with a slightly annoyed expression. 'NO.'

You froze. “No?”

'NO.' His nose scrunched slightly as if he were smelling something unpleasant. “I don’t like your scent.”

The comment hit you harder than you expected, and you pulled away slightly, trying not to show the slight discomfort it caused. He didn’t like your scent? You showered every day, wore a nice perfume, and your skin always smelled like strawberries and cream. No one had ever complained—quite the opposite—but then you remembered.

Sunghoon wasn’t human. He was a hybrid. And hybrids had different needs. Different sensitivities.

You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows. “What does that mean? That I’d invade your territory?”

He nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 'Exactly.'

You made a dramatic expression, clutching your heart as if he had just stabbed you. “Oh no! How will I ever survive? I, poor human, rejected by your sacred kingdom!”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. 'Would you stop being so theatrical?'

"NO."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'I’ll come to your place at five. First, I need to go to the gym.'

You looked at him, surprised. “OH.” Then you nodded, trying not to look too pleased. “Alright then.”

Sunghoon shifted slightly, and your hands slid away from him.

As he walked away, not looking back, you heard him grunt softly.

A grunt of pleasure, and your eyes widened.

He’d just told you he didn’t like your scent. And yet… his body had reacted to your touch.

When Sunghoon entered your room, he immediately sensed something was off.

The scent of strawberries and cream, the one he hated to admit he adored, was weaker, covered by the sweet, enveloping fragrance of vanilla. He wrinkled his nose, his ears twitching slightly, and his tail flicked behind him.

It was irritating—irritating because he liked your scent, irritating because he liked it too much, irritating because he knew exactly what it meant for a hybrid like him.

He watched you as you casually fixed your hair, your solitary princess-like air, your clothes always just a little too short, a little too tight, and your sweet but cheeky smile that made him so damn frustrated.

Why did you always have to be so annoying?

Why did you always have to be so damn attractive?

He slumped down onto your desk chair with a bored expression, but his eyes didn’t miss a single detail of your figure.

Your pink cardigan covered a light tank top that moved slightly with each breath you took, the short skirt revealing your smooth thighs…

'Tsk.' He shook his head. 'This room is exactly what I expected… Too much like a spoiled little girl’s.'

You raised an eyebrow, hands on your hips. “What do you mean, ‘too much like a spoiled little girl’?”

He allowed himself a sarcastic grin. 'White and pink everywhere, a scent that smells like it came straight out of a bakery… It’s like you’re trying to seduce someone with just the smell.'

You stepped closer with an innocent smile. “It’s not my fault hybrids have such sensitive noses.”

The way you said it, with that sweet, innocent voice, made him clench his jaw.

There was something unbearable about you, and it wasn’t just your popular princess attitude, it was the way you knew exactly how to make him want to put you in your place.

And the way, damn it, every single part of your body seemed made to be touched, held, bitten—Damn it, he had to get a grip.

'By the way,' he muttered, looking away and crossing his arms, 'that vanilla candle isn’t doing much to cover your scent.'

You stopped, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. 'I mean your scent is everywhere. It’s not just on your skin, it’s in here, soaked into the air, the bed, the clothes… probably even the carpet.'

You bit your lip, as if considering something, and he immediately looked down at it, cursing himself.

It was soft, too soft, and he wanted to take it between his teeth and—

No, stop. You flashed him a sly smile. “Are you sure you don’t like my scent, then?”

Sunghoon shot you a sharp look, his tail flicking slightly. 'Are you sure you want to play with me, princess?'

Your smile grew even more provocative. “Maybe.”

He leaned slightly forward, his eyes dropping to your lips, to your hands playing with your skirt, as if you were unaware of how much of your thighs you were exposing.

Asshole or not, he was still a guy, a hybrid with amplified senses.

And your body was speaking louder than you thought. It was maddening, it was irritating, you were excited.

Sunghoon shook himself out of those thoughts and ran a hand through his hair, looking annoyed. 'Look, instead of wasting time flirting, how about we try solving these exercises?'

You looked at him with sweet eyes, but the cheekiness never left your expression. “Flirting? Me?”

'Oh, don’t play innocent.' He chuckled with a tight-lipped smile. 'You know what? Let’s make it a game.'

Curious, you tilted your head. “A game?”

'Yes.' He relaxed in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head, his tone becoming more provocative. 'If you solve three problems out of five, I’ll give you a gift.'

Your eyes lit up instantly. “A gift? What kind of gift?”

He leaned slightly forward, coming closer to your face. 'You’ll only find out if you win.'

Sunghoon shot you a sharp glance as you focused on his notes. 'Repeat the concepts out loud. Clearly, without mistakes.'

You rolled your eyes but obeyed.

After a solid half-hour of reading, processing, and understanding, he nodded in approval. 'Good. Now put it into practice. Solve these problems, identify the right concept, and calculate.'

You bit your lip as you picked up the pen and started writing. Sunghoon sat beside you, arms crossed, eyes locked onto your movements. Every time you made a mistake, he corrected you with a firm voice—almost too authoritative.

And that entertained you way too much.

“Are you always this strict?” you asked with a teasing smile, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him playfully.

He didn’t even flinch. 'Are you always this distracted?' he shot back with a sarcastic smirk.

“No, it’s just that your voice is so deep and commanding that I find it hard to concentrate.” Your tone was deliberately sultry, and you loved the way his ears twitched slightly in response.

Sunghoon threw you a piercing look. 'Stop playing and finish the problems.'

You bit your lip to hide a smile as you returned to writing, but his unwavering stare made it difficult to focus.

More than an hour later, you sighed and stretched with a small, satisfied hum before handing him the papers. You leaned in a little closer, resting your arm against his, barely brushing against him.

Sunghoon gritted his teeth.

“What?” you asked with a mischievous grin.

'Go sit somewhere else. I need to correct these.'

You huffed but, feigning innocence, curled up on your bed. Sunghoon’s eyes flickered to your exposed thighs for a split second before returning to your exercises.

You watched him as he corrected them—his tense jaw, his large hands gripping the pen with confidence. He was handsome. Too handsome for your good.

And as you watched, your mind started to wander.

To how it would feel to kiss him.

To how it would feel to brush your fingers over his ears while his lips trailed down your neck.

To how his hands would feel on your body.

To how it would feel to have him inside you, his knot swelling as he filled you.

To how his breath would hitch as he sank deeper, to how it would feel to have him push until you lost your mind.

To how he would look above you—naked, his ears lowered, his sculpted chest glistening with sweat as his dark eyes devoured you.

You clutched your stuffed bunny tighter against your chest, letting out an involuntary sigh.

And you didn’t immediately realize that Sunghoon had finished grading your exercises. When you finally looked up, he was standing right in front of you.

His tail was flicking rapidly, almost uncontrollably.

His ears were lowered, and his eyes were fixed on you.

'What the hell were you just thinking about?' he murmured in a low, almost dangerous voice.

And the way he looked at you only made you want to push his buttons even more. You swallowed and shifted onto your knees on the bed, trying to appear natural, even as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Well?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from whatever he had just implied. “How did I do on the exercises?”

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his dark, piercing gaze never leaving you. 'I asked you a question first.'

You bit your lip and looked away. Damn it. He had noticed everything.

He smirked, his tail giving a small flick—a sign that he was enjoying this. 'Why are you blushing, princess?' His tone was teasing, but there was something else in his eyes.

You shook your head, trying to deny it, but his gaze dropped to your legs. He noticed how you had instinctively pressed them together and scoffed. 'Tsk. So it’s true.'

Heat exploded in your chest.

'You were thinking dirty thoughts about me,' he continued, his voice almost amused, 'while hugging a damn bunny plushie.'

His eyes flicked to the stuffed animal still in your arms.

You clutched it tighter against your chest on reflex. “This bunny has a name!” you shot back, desperately trying to change the subject.

'Oh yeah?' He leaned down, effortlessly snatching the plushie from your arms. 'What’s its name?'

“Mochi…” you mumbled, crossing your arms with a pout.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, inspecting the plush with a raised brow. 'Mochi, huh?' Then, after a brief moment, he tossed it carelessly beside you. With his usual authoritative tone, he pressed on, 'Now, tell me exactly what you were thinking'

You knew that if you kept denying it, he wouldn’t let it go. He wasn’t the type to back down. And honestly… you enjoyed playing with him.

So, with a shameless smile and a sweet voice, you tilted your head. “I was thinking about you.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

“About what it would be like to kiss you.”

His ears twitched slightly.

“To run my fingers over your ears while you kissed my neck.”

His tail gave a small, sharp flick, and his gaze darkened.

“To feel your hands on me…” Your voice dropped lower, deliberately sultry. “And to feel you inside me.”

For a moment, a thick silence filled the room. Sunghoon remained completely still, his jaw clenching as he stared at you with hungry eyes.

Then, he let out a small scoff, shaking his head with an incredulous smirk. 'You’re completely insane.'

“You asked,” you replied innocently, batting your lashes.

He studied you for another moment before reaching into his backpack.

He pulled out a strawberry and cream lollipop.

Your eyes lit up instantly as he unwrapped it slowly, deliberately teasing you.

'You got three exercises right,' he said, his voice slightly softer as he stepped a little closer. 'And a good student deserves a reward.'

He handed you the candy, and without thinking twice, you brought it to your lips and took it between your teeth, savoring the sweet taste you loved so much but you didn't even have time to really enjoy it before Sunghoon’s fingers rested under your chin, lifting your face towards him.

Your eyes widened slightly when his low, almost hoarse voice ordered you:

'Suck on it. And look at me.'

His eyes were fixed on yours, dark and intense. For the first time, despite his arrogance and the fact that he was being a complete jerk, you noticed something different in his gaze.

Was it sweetness? Only for a second, because his dark eyes were glued to your lips every time you sucked on the lollipop. Your tongue slowly gathered the sugary sweetness, and he felt an annoying heat spread across his chest. His tail, which until then had been moving in a measured rhythm, started to move faster behind him, a clear sign of his growing restlessness.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the growl that escaped his lips. Why the hell were you having this effect on him? Why did you insist on looking at him with those innocent eyes while doing anything but innocent things?

Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pressed the lollipop against his lips. His teeth sank into the candy with a soft crack, breaking it. The sugar melted on his tongue, the sweet taste filled his mouth... and he growled quietly, almost amused.

Then, without giving you time to react, he lowered himself onto you and kissed you with overwhelming force.

His lips were warm, and confident. The kiss was a mixture of sweetness and dominance, as if he was trying to punish you for every thought you'd dared to have about him.

You let out a surprised moan, and when he heard it, his tail stiffened for a moment before starting to move even more agitatedly.

You, of course, couldn’t miss the opportunity to tease him. Pulling away just slightly from his lips, you whispered with a mischievous smile:

“Wasn’t it you who said you hated the taste of strawberry and cream?”

Sunghoon looked at you, his chest rising and falling slightly from his irregular breathing, then clenched his jaw. Without saying a word, he grabbed you again and kissed you with even more intensity, as if he wanted to erase that cheeky smile from your lips.

You, amused, slipped your fingers into his dark, soft hair, gripping it slightly, and pulled him even closer to you. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothes, feel his muscles tense beneath your hands, smell the slightly wild scent of his skin blending with your vanilla and sugar scent.

Eventually, Sunghoon pulled away from you with a heavy breath, his eyes darker than ever.

''You’re impossible,' he murmured, lowering his gaze to your flushed lips.

“And you’re a liar,” you replied with a little smile, slowly licking your lower lip, still covered in sugar.

Sunghoon growled softly, his tail twitching in an involuntary jerk. Then, almost as a punishment, he gently pushed you against your pillows and lowered his head to your neck.

His warm breath grazed your skin, and then you felt his lips brush against you with agonizing slowness. One kiss, then another, then a soft bite on your delicate skin.

'You shouldn’t have thought those things about me,' he whispered against your neck, his voice a mixture of amusement and danger.

You shivered, but you certainly had no intention of backing down.

“You shouldn’t have listened to my thoughts, then.”

Sunghoon smiled against your skin, his low, deep laugh making you vibrate slightly beneath him. Then he lifted himself just enough to look at you with those sharp eyes, full of something you still couldn’t quite decipher.

'You drive me crazy, every day.'

You chuckled softly, your fingers still in his soft gray ears. You felt them twitch slightly under your touch, and when you gently squeezed them between your fingers, Sunghoon growled and a low moan escaped his lips. The sound sent a shiver down your spine.

'You’re playing with fire, you know that?' he murmured against your lips, his voice deep and hoarse with desire.

“Mh, I know,” you replied with a sweet smile, kissing him again.

His hands settled on your hips with a firm, almost possessive grip, and you could feel his tail thrashing frantically behind him. The kiss grew more intense, and hungrier, and you melted into his arms. Then, without thinking too much, you took his hand and placed it under your skirt.

Sunghoon stiffened instantly, his ears flattened backward, and his eyes darkened. The low growl that escaped him vibrated between you two.'“I don’t want to hurt you,' he whispered, with a sincerity that made you melt.

You smiled softly, biting your lip.

“You won’t.” He sighed heavily, his gaze burning as his fingers barely moved against your warm skin.

'You know too well that I could.' You tilted your head and gently brushed your fingers against his cheek, looking at him sweetly.

“Actually, I’ve studied a bit more about rabbit hybrids…”

At those words, Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, briefly returning to the cheeky and authoritative guy he usually was.

'Oh, really? And what did you discover about me this time?'

You hesitated for a moment, then, with a bit of shyness, you asked him:

“Are you in heat?”

Sunghoon stared at you for a moment before bursting out laughing, a deep, incredibly sexy sound.

'If I were in heat, trust me, I wouldn’t be here talking to you so calmly. I’d already jumped on you.'

You sighed theatrically, placing a hand on your chest.

“Phew! Thank goodness, I wouldn’t know how to handle you if you were in heat too... you’re already hard enough to handle normally.”

He growled quietly and grabbed you by the waist, pushing you back under him.

'Oh, sweetheart... and I thought you liked me precisely because I’m hard to handle.'

His mouth found your neck, and between one kiss and a soft bite, he asked with a low and intriguing voice:

'So, what else have you discovered about me?'

You blushed slightly, your hands still in his soft ears.

“Well… I read that rabbit hybrids are very territorial, that they can become a little obsessive with those they’re interested in... and that when they find someone they truly want, they won’t let go.”

Sunghoon raised his head, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

'Mh… true,' he whispered with a mischievous smile. 'And what else?'

You hesitated, then murmured:

“That... that rabbit hybrids have a knot, and that... when they want to claim someone, they don’t stop until they’re completely satisfied.”

Sunghoon licked his lips, his eyes locked on yours, then lowered his head near your ear.

'Sweetheart…' he whispered with a grin against your skin. 'If you keep talking like that, I’ll end up showing you exactly how true the things you’ve read are.'

“I read… I read other things about rabbit hybrids too.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused by your hesitant tone. His fingers absentmindedly brushed your bare thigh without pushing further.

'Mh… like what?' he asked, his deep voice still nibbling gently at your neck, leaving little red marks on your skin.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I read that... rabbit hybrids have a lot of stamina. Much more than humans.”

He smiled against your skin.

'True,' he murmured. 'We could go on all night without a problem…'

He teased you, and you felt the heat rise in your body. But it wasn’t over.

“And I also read that... when a rabbit hybrid is with the partner they’ve chosen, they become much more affectionate. That they need constant contact, hugs, and cuddles, even in the most ordinary moments.”

Sunghoon stopped kissing you for a moment and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at you with a sly smile.

'Oh, so you want to know what I’d be like if I were your boyfriend?'

You nodded, biting your lower lip a little.

“I read that rabbit hybrids can’t stand being away from the person they want. That when they get attached, they become a little... obsessive.”

He chuckled, and his gaze grew darker.

'So, are you implying that I’d be obsessed with you?'

You shrugged with a little smile.

“Maybe, yes?” Sunghoon shook his head, laughing softly.

“For now, I’m enjoying torturing you too much.”

He pricked your hip and you laughed, but immediately held your breath when you felt his fingers slide a little higher, under your skirt. He lowered his head and went back to suck on your neck, while his hand grazed the inside of your thighs, rising more and more.

"I also read..." you began, but your breath became shorter when the tips of his fingers touched the thin fabric of your panties.

'Mh? Continue, I'm curious.' he said with a smirk, without stopping.

"I read that the knot of a rabbit hybrid can last a long time and that when you're in heat, it can be swollen for hours." Sunghoon giggled his mouth still on your neck, and gave you a little bite.

'Mh... Interesting. Want to know how long it would normally last? Nod, blushing.

'Depend.' he whispered, his voice lower and velvety.

'But in the heat, I couldn't stop until I was sure I'd filled you up several times.'

A shiver ran through your back, and without even noticing, your legs tightened slightly. Sunghoon immediately noticed him and giggled, sliding his hand against your intimacy still covered in cloth.

'Are you wet already, sweetie?' he whispered, his fingers gently stroking the damp cloth. You swallowed and he lifted his face, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

'What color are they?' You blushed even more and looked down.

"I'm not telling you." Sunghoon laughed quietly and shook his head.

'Mh... then I guess.' he said, approaching your ear.

'Pale Rose ... with a nice white bow in the center.'

Your breath froze and he looked you in the eye, amused. 'Did I guess?' You nodded softly, biting your lip, and he smiled smugly.

'I knew you were the cute panties girl.' he muttered, sliding even closer, making you feel all the warmth of his body.

'You drive me crazy day after day, you know?' Sunghoon watched you from above, his breathing slightly heavier as his hands slid confidently down your thighs. His rabbit ears barely moved, attentive to your every sigh, while his tail swayed with a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm.

'Tomorrow if you put on this skirt again everyone will see my bites,' he whispered, his voice low and slightly hoarse, with a satisfied grin. His fingers traced invisible paths on your skin, leaving chills everywhere. 'Maybe you should think twice before challenging me like this.' You groaned slowly, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that phrase of hers had affected you.

"Oh? What if I did it on purpose?" you teased him with an innocent smile, which you knew would drive him crazy. Sunghoon growled softly, a deep, throaty sound that made his chest vibrate against yours. His dark, intense eyes shone with something predatory as he bent over you, his lips brushing against your neck.

'You're such a problem,' he muttered against your skin, leaving you a wet kiss before sucking hard, etching a dark mark right where he knew it would be hard to cover. His smile widened as he watched him contentedly, and then he looked at you with a more serious expression, his tone suddenly deeper.

'Do you want it?' he asked, his hand gently caressing you, in contrast to his voice charged with desire and warning. 'Because if I do... you will never go back.' There was something wild about him at that moment, something primal that made you want to provoke him again, but also to give him everything. You nodded, biting your lip, and his eyes darkened even more. Sunghoon giggled softly, his fingers slid higher, exploring, skimming, and then stopped right where you wanted most. He leaned over you, his mouth next to your ear as his warm breath tickled your skin. 'You're already so wet,' he whispered, the tone smug, almost mocking. 'And I didn't even really touch you.' You felt burned with embarrassment, but at the same time, you could not hold back a small moan when his fingers barely touched you, tracing lazy, provocative movements.

'Who knows how long you'd last with my knot,' he continued, laughing slightly as he played with you, watching your every reaction.

'As normal I could keep you tied up for quite a while... but what if I'm in heat?' he paused, letting the idea hit you, and then came even closer, his lips barely against yours.

'It could last a lot.' Swallow, feeling your body reacts to his words in a way you knew he had noticed. Sunghoon smiled against your skin, his satisfaction evident. 'Tell me, princess,' she continued, her voice like dark velvet. 'Are you sure you can handle me?'

Your bed looked smaller with Sunghoon above you. Or maybe it was he who seemed bigger to you, his warm body touching yours, his ears moving imperceptibly as he listened to your every breath.

'I can't believe you made me come here...' he muttered, his voice a breath against your skin. 'And for what? To see you blush and tremble like that?' The smile that curved his lips was the perfect expression of his character: mischievous, amused, but also dangerously sweet. He looked at you as if you were the most interesting game he had ever found. You tried to gather some courage, to respond with the same confident tone that he used to use with you. "Maybe you're shaking, Hoon."

You saw him raise an eyebrow. 'Oh? Are you trying to tease me?' Your body had a little gasp when a finger of his entered your pussy already completely excited. He was slow, maddening as if he had all the time in the world. 'How cute...' he whispered, tilting her head to the side.

'But do you know what the problem is, Y/n' He lowered his face until he touched your ear, his voice so low and velvety that it made you shudder. 'You're playing with a rabbit hybrid. And we never lose.' His ears moved, picking up how your breathing had broken, how your heartbeat had become faster. He laughed quietly.

'You feel it too, don't you? The way your body responds to me without me even having to strain.' The finger that was dent of you began to pump it faster and faster with more determination. A little groan eluded you, and Sunghoon bit his lip. 'Mm ... already so sensitive? But I didn't even start, baby.'

You felt like you were being blown away by the way he called you. "Stop making fun of me..." you muttered, but your voice had no conviction.

'Oh, no, no, no...' Sunghoon shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. 'See, I can't do that. It's too much fun watching you fight against something you know you can't win.' he teased your clitoris and without telling you anything he let another finger into your vaginal folds and grinned at the sight of how soaked and how you were taking them well, and when your body reacted immediately, his laugh was almost smug. 'See? It's useless. Your body is already begging me.' Frustration made you clench your fists on the sheets.

"H-Hoon..."

'Mmmh?' His tone was playful, but his eyes were dark, hungry.

'Tell me, love. What would you like?' Love. The way the word had slipped out of his lips gave you chills. There was something in the way he said it, in the sweetness contrasting with his possessive touch, that drove you crazy. And Sunghoon knew it. Oh, how much he knew.

"V-I want..." you tried to talk, but he interrupted you.

'Do you want me to continue? Want to hear more? Or do you want me to slowly drive you crazy until you are no longer able to think about anything but me?' Your body responded before your mind. You clung to his shoulders, your breath now broken. Sunghoon tilted his head, pleased. 'Oh, baby ... you've already lost, you know that, right?' He was made for this. To perceive you. To understand you more than you yourself could do. His fingers moved inside you with maddening slowness, yet the pressure and depth were perfect. You felt completely in his power, your body responding to him in ways that even you couldn't control. Sunghoon looked at you, his eyes dark and deep, as his chest rose and fell with irregular breaths.

'God, Y/n' Look how you're squeezing around my fingers.' His ears moved frantically, picking up your every broken breath, every slightest sound that escaped from your lips. Every time you moaned, every time your body trembled under his touch, Sunghoon felt something inside him light up more and more. The hybrid inside him wanted more. But he had to be cautious. When you asked him to study together that morning, his instincts leaped joy. Spending time with you, smelling your scent more closely ... was all she wanted. But then you said those innocent words, without even imagining the devastating effect they would have on him.

"Can I come to you, then?" Sunghoon had almost lost control at the time. Nope. It was his immediate response, dry, almost too harsh. But the truth was that he could not allow it. If you had walked into his room, your smell would have soaked everywhere, in his pillows, in his sheets, on his clothes. And with his hybrid heat starting to show... that would be the end for him. It was better to test the soil in your room. And now there you are, in your bed, your body under his, his fingers sinking into you with incredible precision, as if he knew exactly what to do to freak you out.

'Do you like it that way?' he asked with a hoarse whisper, his mouth a few millimeters from yours.

'Do you like it when I touch you like this, when I make you feel all mine?'

You couldn't even answer. You just tightened the sheets with force, the body starting to shake under him. Sunghoon immediately noticed.

His smile widened as he slowed down the pace a bit, making you almost whine in need. 'Wait, wait ... don't tell me that...' His fingers moved deeper, slower but more intense, and your body twitched involuntarily.

'Are you coming?' his voice was a mixture of fun and pure lust. You nodded faintly, your face red with embarrassment. "S-Yes ... continue, please..."

'Oh, sweetie...' he sighed, lowering himself to nibble at your earlobe.

'You don't even have to ask me.' And then you heard it. His thumb slid over your clit, tracing slow, torturing circles. A small cry escaped from your lips, and Sunghoon groaned softly at that sound. 'So sensitive...' he whispered.

'What if I did this?' He pressed lightly, pinching gently, and your body instantly strained, the tension within you now untenable.

'Come for me, Y/N.' His voice was an order disguised as a supplication. 'Just for me.' And as if he had turned on a switch inside you, the pleasure exploded into an electric shock that made you arch your back against him, a broken groan that filled the room. Sunghoon watched you intently as your body trembled under his touch, his irregular breathing as he tried to contain his desire. His fingers moved a couple more times, slowly bringing you down from the apex, and then he retreated, looking at you with a smile full of satisfaction.

'Beautiful...' he muttered, his dark eyes fixed on yours. 'And only for me.' He ducked down to lay a light kiss on your cheek, a surprisingly sweet gesture, almost at odds with the fire still burning in his eyes.

You tried to catch your breath, your legs still shaking but Sunghoon... he didn't seem at all willing to give you a break. You felt his warm breath on your thighs as his hands held you wide open, immobilizing you under his weight. And then his tongue-hot, wet, relentless—slid down your still throbbing flesh. A desperate groan escaped from your lips. "H-Hoon ... what are you doing?!" He laughed softly, his mouth still pressed against you.

'What a stupid question, baby.' His ears moved frantically as if picking up every little sound you made.

'I'm just enjoying my favorite meal.' He licked you again, deeper this time, and you gasped, trying to pull away. But there was no escape. His hands pressed on your thighs with more force, keeping you well open for him. 'Don't you dare run away.' His voice dropped an octave, turning into a barely noticeable growl.

'I'm still eating.' A shiver ran through your back. You had never seen Sunghoon like that—so wild, so obsessed.

'God, your smell...' he sighed, pushing his face even deeper between your legs.

'You have no idea how crazy it makes me.' His tongue slid into you without warning you felt that he slightly sucked your beautiful swollen and sensitive clit, you screamed, your hands clinging to the sheets as your body arched under him. "S-Sunghoon!" He groaned at you, the sound deep and animalistic.

'So tight... so hot...' he licked her lips, collecting every drop of your excitement. 'I want to hear you tremble for me again.'

"N-No... it's too much!" you tried to protest, your body still sensitive from the first orgasm. "I can't take it anymore!"

Sunghoon paused for a moment, looking up at you. His smile was lethal. 'Oh, sweetie...' He sighed with false compassion, slowly running two fingers over your opening. 'Don't tell me lies.' And then he mercilessly shoved his finger inside again and a broken sob escaped you as your body instantly welcomed him, wetter than you would have liked to admit. Sunghoon laughed softly.

'See?' he licked her lower lip, her dark eyes shining with pure lust.

'Your body is begging me for more' He increased the rhythm of his fingers, moving them inside you with frightening precision. Every shot was aimed, deep, perfect. "A-Wait ... Sunghoon!"

You writhe under him, trying to escape from that too-intense pleasure. But his hands held you motionless, his fingers faster and faster, more and more impatient.

'Wait?' He laughed with mockery. 'Why should I? Look how you already take me so well.' Then she ducked again, and her mouth closed on your clit. A scream escaped from your lips, tears stinging at your eyes from too much intensity. 'Shhh...' Sunghoon barely looked up, his warm breath on your sensitive skin. 'Don't whine, Y/N. I know you can give me another one.'

You shook your head hard. "N-no...I can't..." His smile widened dangerously.

'Oh? Can't you?' And without waiting for an answer, he added a third finger. "A-Ah! No ... it's too much!" Sunghoon groaned softly, the sound guttural and animalistic.

'No, honey. It's perfect.' He lowered his face until he touched your ear, his fingers continuing to move mercilessly. 'I must spread you well ...'

he whispered, his voice slipping like poison on your skin. 'You have to be ready to take everything. Because I want to tie you'

Your body froze. He immediately heard it and laughed quietly. 'Oh, yes...' His fingers moved deeper, his thumb lazily playing with your most sensitive point. 'I want to feel your body tighten around my knot. And trust me, baby...' He lifted slightly, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down on you. 'Once it is inside you, you can no longer escape.'

And with that last promise, he sank even deeper, determined to shape you perfectly for himself. Your body was completely surrendered to him, every breath was a moan, every movement an uncontrolled tremor while Sunghoon was lost in the pleasure of devouring you. His fingers were inside you again, long, dexterous, hungry. Each thrust was deeper, more precise, more cruel. And his tongue—that damn tongue-didn't stop, gliding over your most sensitive point with manic dedication.

"S-Sunghoon ... I ..." you stammered, your voice broken with pleasure. He laughed softly, sounding dirty and satisfied against your sensitive skin. 'Oh? You want to tell me something, bunny girl?' You hated Him when he called you that. No, it wasn't. You loved it. His ears barely moved, picking up every little sound you made as his fingers moved faster.

'Mh? Are you so close yet? What a good girl..' His tone was a sweet poison, made to melt you completely. You bit your lip, shame mixed with excitement that made your blood boil. "Yes ... s-I'm coming..."

Sunghoon groaned softly, the sound guttural and animalistic. 'Say it in my language.'

A shiver ran through your back. "C-What...?" He smiled at you, and without warning, closed his lips around your clit and sucked. You screamed, your head throwing back between the sheets.

'Say it.' His voice was low, an order. 'Tell me you're coming, in my language.' You weren't sure you could speak, your head clouded with the pleasure that was overwhelming you. But when his fingers folded into you in the right place, the words escaped from your lips before you even knew it.

"H-Hoon ... s-I'm going to s-squirt..." He groaned at you, his tongue pressing harder as his fingers continued their incessant rhythm.

'Yes ... so, sweetie. Combine a nice mess for me on my tongue.' Another accurate blow, another stronger sucking and the dam broke.

"A-Ah! H-Hoon!" Your body buckled violently, your hands clasping desperately to the pink sheets as the pleasure overwhelmed you with devastating power. The warm, transparent liquid slipped on his fingers, wetting the bed under you. Sunghoon paused for a second, looking with dark, bright eyes at the result of his work. Then she licked her lips, collecting every drop she could with her tongue.

'Look what a mess you made, good girl' His voice was low, dirty, full of pride. 'And to think that you pretend to be innocent.' He teased you, his crooked and dangerous smile as he stared at you from above.

'Did you like to dirty your pink cot?' Redness bursts on your face.

"I ... I'm a good girl!" you protested, your voice weak. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused.

'Oh? Are you sure?' His finger crept back into you, slow and deep, as if he wanted to punish you for lying. 'Because your body says the opposite.' You looked at him with shiny eyes, his breathing still irregular. You couldn't stand his satisfied look. So, without thinking, you reached out and grabbed his ears. Sunghoon grunted and made a low, deep, animalistic sound, directly against your clitoris. The vibration jolted you, and before you could stop, the pleasure hit you again, ripping off a second orgasm with a force that left you breathless. Sunghoon laughed quietly, satisfied, as he watched you tremble beneath him.

"N-It wasn't written in the blog..." you gasped, trying to regain control of your voice, "...that the rabbit hybrids were so obsessed with getting their companions to come."

Sunghoon froze for a moment, his ears rising carefully. Then he burst out laughing softly, the sound deep and satisfied. 'Oh, sweetie...' His tail darted with amusement, touching your sensitive skin as his gaze grew even more predatory.

'Are you suggesting that your stupid blogs know more than I do?' He teased you, his tone charged with mischief.

'You're really adorable.' He lowered his face, slowly biting your earlobe before whispering to you in a low, defiant voice: 'Should I show you how little you know about rabbit hybrids?' A shiver ran down your back, but your gaze slipped unwittingly lower, right on him. And when your eyes rested on his sweatpants and the noticeable length he pressed against the fabric, you felt your breath break. It was ... big.

Much more than you expected. And your body reacted before you could even stop. Your instinct told you to take off those pants, to find out what they were hiding, to satisfy the feverish curiosity that had just run over you. But your sweetest and timid side tried to resist. Sunghoon, however, already knew you too well.

'Mh? What is that look?' His voice was full of fun.

'You want something?' You felt yourself burning with embarrassment, but his defiant tone made you grit your teeth. You liked to tease him, you loved to challenge him, play with his limits, and provoke him until you saw his self-control crumble. So, without saying anything, you reached out and grabbed the edge of his suit. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, surprised. 'Oh? Look who takes the initiative...' You ignored him, biting your lip to hide a smile, and with a slow and intentional movement, you lowered both his pants and Boer There was a moment of silence.

Then your eyes opened wide. His cock jumped out, slamming against her abs with a slight bounce. It was long. Long, slightly pinkish, crossed by prominent veins that made it look even more imposing. A drop of pearl liquid was already dripping from the tip, a sign of his excitement that had accumulated to the limit. And for the first time, it was Sunghoon who seemed slightly embarrassed. He ran his hand through the black tufts, looking away for a moment, and his ears drooped slightly. His cheeks turned an imperceptible pink.

He popped his tongue, his jaw clenched. 'What the hell are you looking at me like that?'

"Are you ashamed, Hoon?" You teased him, your voice sweet and sparkling, swinging your feet slightly in the air as if nothing had happened. Sunghoon snorted, immediately returning to his usual confident expression.

'Stop talking nonsense.' But his tail betrayed him. He fidgeted nervously, brushing at you several times as if he could not stand still. You laughed quietly, but your fun was short-lived because a second later, Sunghoon grabbed your chin with two fingers and forced you to look at him. His gaze was dark, his smile dangerous.

'Teasing a hybrid is never a good idea and now...' Its tail slowly wrapped around your thigh, almost immobilizing you. 'Let's see if you can keep that swaggering look when I make you mine for real.' And with a sharp movement, he pushed you back against the bed, his hungry eyes chained to yours. His cock grazed your entrance, sliding along your already wet folds, provoking you with slow, deliberate movements. Sunghoon watched you from above, his body stretched above you, his ears barely moving, catching your every little breath. But when he spoke, his voice sounded more authoritarian than usual.

'Do you take the anti-hybrid pill?' His tone was peremptory, almost threatening. Nod quickly, cheeks on fire.

"S-Yes ... I'll take it..." Sunghoon squinted, his tail moved impatiently, touching your thigh. "So ..." His smile slowly widened.

'Are you telling me you really want it?' You felt your legs tremble.

Your breath was short, almost a whisper. "I want it." Sunghoon lowered his face until he touched your ear, his voice so low it made you shudder. 'You want it inside of you, huh?' He slowly licked the lobe of your ear, the heat of his breath driving you crazy. 'Do you want to be filled? Knotted to me?'

A shiver ran through your back. "Yes, Sunghoon..." you moaned, your body almost begging under his and with a last look that walked you from top to bottom, pushed into you with a single decisive movement.

A scream escaped from your lips. The pleasure mixed with an overwhelming feeling of fullness. It was too much. Too big. Too deep. Sunghoon grunted, his breath broken as he immobilized for a moment inside you.

'Damn... you're so tight...' His ears drooped for a moment, his instinct torn between the need to give you time to adjust and that of fucking you mercilessly.

'Are you all right?' he asked, his voice slightly softer. You reeled, trying to regain control of your body.

"S-Yes... it's just that..." You clutched the sheets, and your belly contracted around its length. "D-I have to get used to it..." Sunghoon snorted softly, his hands grasping your hips forcefully.

'Of course, you must." Then he pulled back slightly, and his tip grazed your entrance, making you shudder.

'Tell me when you want me to move.' His tone was a mixture of control and perversion. He left you a minimum of choice, but his body vibrated with the desire to take you as his instinct screamed at him to do. Your fingers clasped against his arms. "Move..." you gasped. "M-Move more ... please..."

A dark flash ran through his eyes. 'Whatever you want, sweetie.' And he began to move, slowly, at first. Pushing in and out with measured movements, making you feel every inch of its length, each lunge was deep, almost designed to make you lose your head but then, your body took over. "Hoon..." you groaned softly, fingers clinging to his shoulders. "P-Faster..." His ears strained, he stopped suddenly.

'What did you say?' His tone was dangerously amused, and your cheeks burned, but by now it was too late to go back.

"I want you ... faster..." you stammered, your breath broken. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his smile grew sharper and in that instant, his instincts took over. Her body lowered on you, her hands grabbed you with more force, his eyes darkened with pure lust and then she began to fuck you for real, no more slow and controlled movements.

Only fast, deep, animalistic thrusts. The bed creaked under you, the pink sheets now crumpled. His every lunge hit a point inside you that made you scream with pleasure and his ears moved furiously, his tail trembled. He was in the throes of his instincts.

'Ask and it will be given to you, mh?' he gasped with a grin, bending over you to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you with his bite.

'Look how your body is reduced, all tense for my cock.' His hot breath drove you crazy. 'You like it, huh? Do you feel good getting fucked like this by a rabbit?'

You couldn't answer that. You could only moan, huddling around him. Then, suddenly, you felt something change. An overwhelming heat pervaded you, starting from the belly and radiating throughout the body. Your breathing became even more labored, and your body trembled.

"A-Ah ... H-Hoon...!" you stammered, your brain on fire. Sunghoon laughed softly, his gaze predatory.

'Oh? Are you feeling hot?' He knew very well what was happening.

'Finally your body reacts as it should.' You felt his cock throbbing inside you and then, you felt it. The knot began to swell, expanding inside you, preparing to tie you to him, you stammered that it was too much, but also such a beautiful feeling as Hoon continued to fuck you. Your poor vaginal lips sucked him all the time, and you lost so much excitement that he teased you, pulled his ears, your legs squeezed him even more to you, and you kissed him while he put his hand on your stomach.

'Feel how well you take my cock... how my knot is filling you.' His whisper was full of possession, of animalistic desire.

'Sooner or later the knot will break and you will carry beautiful hybrids on your lap.' You nod amid the broken moans, the pleasure too intense to answer with real words.

'H-Hoonie...I'm coming ... ” Sunghoon smiled perversely, lowering one hand to tease your clit with her fingers.

'Come for me. Show me how much you like being mine.' A choked scream escaped from your lips as the pleasure exploded inside you, completely overwhelming you. You made a mess over his length and on the sheets, while Sunghoon bit his lip at feeling you squeeze so hard around him.

'Oh, yeah, I'll fill you up.' With a throaty groan, he knotted completely at you letting his excitement fill you.

He stood motionless for a moment, breathing heavily, savoring every second they were still tied up. When it finally melted inside you retreated slowly.

'Look what a disaster you made.' Then he kissed you sweetly, letting you recover in his arms.

'I really think that from now on we will always study in your room!'

Then, without saying anything, he smoothly moved out of bed and bent down to pick up his shirt. He naturally slipped it on you, carefully covering you, as if wanting to mark the territory on you in that way too.

'Don't move,' he ordered in a tone that did not admit replicas before quickly getting dressed. You followed him with your gaze as he left the room for a few minutes, and when he returned with a damp cloth in his hands, you stared at him with an amused air.

"Look who takes care of me. Are you sure you're the Sunghoon I know?" you provoked him with a smirk. He slightly curled his nose and grunted softly – a deep, almost imperceptible sound typical of his hybrid instinct. He glanced sternly at you as he passed the cloth over your skin gently. 'It's the least a guy should do,' he replied with simplicity as if it were obvious.

After finishing, he slipped back into the bed next to you and, without thinking about it, wrapped you with his body, clutching you possessively against his chest. Its tail barely moved, touching your thigh, while its rabbit ears leaned forward slightly, attentive to your every breath. For a while, he remained silent, carelessly stroking your side. Then you felt his grip tighten slightly.

"What is it?" you asked him quietly, taking his hand between yours. Sunghoon hesitated. You could feel it. It was as if he was struggling with something inside himself. Eventually, his breathing became heavier.

'I'm scared,' he admitted.

You stiffen. "Of what?" He looked down, his ears bent back slightly.

'Of myself.' You watched him carefully, waiting for him to continue.

'With you I checked myself,' he confessed in a low voice.

'But my heat is approaching. I don't know how I'll react when it happens. And I'm afraid to show you everything about me.'

His tail moved nervously behind him, as if unsure how to express how he felt. For a moment, he seemed almost vulnerable. You approached him and, with a sweetness that even he did not expect, you let your lips touch the little ones on his face.

"I want to see every part of you, Sunghoon," you whispered against his skin. "I'm sure you won't hurt me."

He shuddered slightly at your touch, his body tense for a single moment before relaxing again. He looked you in the eye, and something inside him snapped, he wanted you but it was not just desire. It was something deeper. Something he had never experienced before. He ran his tongue over his lips, almost nervously, and then, with a half-smile, tilted his head. 'When we are in public, however, I want you to continue to treat me as usual.'

"Obviously. I can't ruin your image as a cynical, fake bad boy and nerdy boy!" He giggled, shaking his head.

'So you like bad boy and at the same time nerdy boy?' You shook your head, amused.

"You are not a bad boy, You're just a little gruff and authoritarian." Sunghoon sighed, but inside he felt a different warmth than usual. It wasn't just about attraction. He liked you. Really. And this frightened him more than any incoming heat and he knew that in the coming weeks it would come...

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monstersholygrail · 5 months ago

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Yandere Best Friend

Male Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader A night out with your friends proves challenging for your best friend, leaving him to try and prove to you why he’s better.

Yandere!Best Friend and you, Oblivious!Reader, are quite the pair. Honestly, everyone around you two can see just how obsessed he is with you. He doesn’t even bother to hide it, knowing you won’t realize what’s happening anyway.

Yan!Best Friend who, without fail, anytime sees you talking to a guy (no matter how platonic and friendly) will sneak up behind you, drawing you back tightly into his chest and give your cheek a wet kiss hello.

Though his eyes never leave the man before you, his deadly gaze screaming ‘Yeah, that’s right. They’re already taken.’ Meanwhile you didn’t think a thing of it. You knew he just found you too irresistible not to give a sweet lil smooch.

Yan!Best Friend who hates going out because isn’t it just so much better when it’s only you and him anyway? All cozied up together in his apartment with his three deadbolt locks. But the minute you tell him you’re going out to a bar with your friends, he’s suddenly a social butterfly, insisting he come with you. ‘Only wanna make sure you’ll be safe, baby.’

And when the table you all sit at is one chair short, his lap is conveniently right there for you to slide into. Given there’s not possibly another option (according to him) you do so happily.

Yan!Best Friend who quickly remembers all of the many reasons he’s slowly been distancing you from all your other friends. Hanging out with them is practically torture for him.

He spends the whole time sulking and pouting at the fact that he has to share you. His patience thinning every time you laugh at one of their jokes. He’s hung out with your friends plenty of times before. They’re not funny. Not funnier than him, anyway.

And when he gently grips your chin between his fingers and brings your attention back on him, all your friends send him these knowing glares that just get on his nerves. But you just look at him expectantly, your innocent self waiting for him to speak.

He’s not one to let you down so he leans in close, whispering a silly little joke just between you two that sends you into a fit of giggles. It eases the tensions in his shoulders and makes him think your friends might get out of this unscathed. He wouldn’t want you sad after all.

Yan!Best Friend who helps you as you stumble out of the bar with the rest of the group. When your friend offers to drive you home cause your place is on the way, his hands squeeze your hips, unwilling to let you go. ‘No, no, I can take care of them just fine.’ He doesn’t bother to hide the possessiveness in his tone.

He waits in a silent standoff between him and your friend until you break the tension by launching yourself at him. Placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek— because it’s ok, best friends kiss when it’s you and him— and begging for him to take you home. Your friend just sighs, telling you to text them when you get home so they know you’re ok before heading to their taxi.

Oh, it’ll be ok. He’ll make sure by turning your phone off the second he can slip it out of your palm. Softly telling you that he just doesn’t want you to drop it.

Yan!Best Friend who just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself as you two stumble into his apartment. Where it’s safe. His hands run all over your smooth silky skin and when you ask what he’s doing he murmurs softly in your ear, ‘Don’t want cha to fall now, do we, darling?’

You know he’s just taking care of you as he helps you to his bed. You whine and whimper about how you ache all over. An appreciative sigh leaving you as he slips off your shoes and runs his hands along your legs. Massaging out the aches, that’s all. When he crawls into bed with you, you nuzzle in closer and he’s right there to mold your body perfectly to his.

You can’t blame him for cuddling you in return when he continues to massage and caress your body. One hand traveling down your spine while the other wraps around your leg, hooking it over his waist as his fingers tease your inner thigh. Inching higher and higher. Whispering soothing sweet nothings in your ear.

‘Hold on tight honey, I’m here. I’ll make you feel alllll better…’

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joeyfromthetrack · 29 days ago

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Lover Boy -KA¹²

Kimi Antonelli x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Kimi being completely in love with his girlfriend Contains: fluff

Kimi stared at his phone, screen still glowing. His hand dropped slowly to his side. He didn’t speak.

She sat up from the couch. “Well?”

He looked at her. Eyes wide. Breath caught. And then—“I’m in.”

Her face split into the brightest, most heart-squeezing smile. “You’re—Kimi!”

Before he could finish breathing, she was in his arms. He wrapped her up, lifting her off the floor in a blur of laughing, breathless joy. She buried her face in his neck. He spun once, not even aware he was crying until her thumbs brushed his cheeks.

“You’re in Formula 1,” she whispered, grinning through her own tears. “You did it.”

“I only wanted to tell you,” he whispered back. “You’re the first person I thought of.”

“You’re the only one I’ll ever cheer for,” she said.

And in that tiny apartment, with his future finally unlocked, Kimi held the girl who had believed in him long before the world ever would—and realized this was what dreams really felt like.

It didn’t matter where Kimi was, on the starting grid under a sweltering sun or curled up on his couch with the lights off—his mind, without fail, found its way back to her.

Sometimes it was an involuntary reflex. A word, a smell, the way someone tied their hair or laughed too hard at a bad joke. Other times it was more deliberate, like now, in the paddock, where she walked three steps behind him, pretending like they weren’t about to melt into each other the second the cameras were gone.

He could hear her sandals slap against the concrete. Somehow, even her footsteps made him smile.

“Your zipper’s crooked,” she whispered, close enough that the back of his neck prickled.

Kimi paused mid-stride, grinning as he turned slightly. “Is it? Come fix it, then.”

She rolled her eyes but stepped forward without hesitation, fingers brushing his back as she tugged at the fireproof suit.

"Better?"

“Not really,” he said, teasing. “But you touching me helps.”

Her laugh was like a guitar string plucked inside his chest—sharp, warm, and unforgettable.

That night, back in the hotel room they shared, she sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing one of his oversized team shirts, face glowing from the post-shower warmth. She was watching something dumb on TV—some dating show with absurd challenges—but Kimi couldn’t focus on anything except the way she bit her thumb when she was trying not to laugh.

He sprawled beside her, head in her lap, pretending to be interested in the screen.

“Do you ever think about how this is it?” he asked softly, fingers drawing lazy circles on her thigh.

“This?” she tilted her head.

“You. Me. I mean this version of life. Like, I’m eighteen and driving in Formula 1, and I’ve got this, this perfect thing in my life.”

She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her hair falling over his face like a curtain.

“You’re being cheesy.”

“I’m being honest,” he murmured, nuzzling into her stomach.

She ran her fingers through his curls. “Well, I like your cheesy honesty. Even if you still snore.”

“I do not.”

“You do. Like a small, overworked tractor.”

Kimi groaned, but he smiled into her skin. Everything felt more real when it was her saying it, even insults sounded like lullabies.

Some mornings when they stayed together, Kimi would wake up before her just to watch her sleep. Her hair tangled on the pillow, face turned toward him, mouth slightly open. She drooled sometimes, but he thought it was the cutest thing in the world. He’d kiss her nose lightly and whisper things like “I love you” and “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” just in case dreams could hear.

One morning, she caught him.

“Are you watching me sleep again?”

“I’m admiring,” he defended, smirking.

She stretched like a cat, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “That’s creepy.”

“You say that,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “but you’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

He leaned down, kissed her pink cheeks. “You so are.

After a particularly grueling race in Singapore, Kimi stumbled off the podium half-drenched in champagne and sweat, body aching, eyes stinging. It wasn’t even about the win—he’d placed third—but he needed her.

They barely made it to the motorhome before he collapsed onto the couch, and she was already beside him, pulling his boots off with a little wince.

“You’re too quiet,” she said gently. “Are you okay?”

He looked at her, eyes tired but so full of love it almost hurt to hold it all.

“I just wanted you.”

“You have me.”

“No, I mean—on that last lap, everything was so loud, I couldn’t even hear my engineer, but I kept thinking… If I mess up, I don’t see her tonight. I don’t get this.”

She climbed into his lap like she’d done it a hundred times—because she had—and wrapped her arms around him.

“You’d see me no matter what,” she whispered. “Even if you crashed, even if you came in last, I’d still be here.”

Kimi buried his face in her shoulder. “Don’t say crash.”

“Fine. Slow pit stop. Mechanical failure. Rain delay.”

“That’s better.”

The night before his home Grand Prix, Kimi stood at the balcony with her by his side, watching the city lights flicker like camera flashes.

“Do you get nervous?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he said. “But not about racing. I get nervous about how lucky I am. That I get to do this—and then come home to you.”

She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, forehead resting on her temple.

“Promise me something?” he murmured.

“Anything.”

“When we’re eighty and grumpy, and I’ve retired with like twenty world titles—”

“Oh please.”

“—promise me we’ll still do this. Just… stand together and look at the lights.”

“Only if you promise to always let me wear your shirts.”

“Deal.”

He tried not to let it show in the paddock, but everyone saw it. Every mechanic, every engineer, every journalist.

They knew Kimi’s gaze always scanned the garage until it found her. Sometimes she wore sunglasses to avoid being too conspicuous, but Kimi could spot her from anywhere—like a lighthouse in the fog. He smiled wider when she was around. He was sharper in meetings, more focused on track. Someone once joked that she was his good luck charm.

“No,” Kimi had said, without a trace of humour. “She’s just my everything.”

Back in private, they had these quiet moments of electricity—those pauses between brushing teeth and turning off the lights, or while folding laundry on the rare Sunday afternoon they had off. Kimi would reach for her hand mid-conversation, or kiss her shoulder while passing behind her.

Sometimes they slow-danced in the kitchen. No music. Just the rhythm of dishwater dripping and the hum of the refrigerator.

“Why are we dancing?” she whispered once, arms around his neck.

“Because you’re in my arms, and there’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“But I’m your sap.”

She kissed his collarbone and laughed into his shirt. “Forever?”

“Forever.”

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comatosebunny09 · 5 months ago

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— cw: fluff, silliness, highly suggestive, reader implied to be femme, overuse of terms of endearment (sweetie, sweetheart), mdni to be safe — notes: @leighsartworks216 this is your doing. *affectionately shakes fist*

“Sylus,” you begin one day on a whim, mindlessly scrolling through your socials.

“Yes, sweetie?” he purrs, enthralled by the deckled pages of a book, languidly massaging your foot in his lap.

“Are you ticklish?”

He chuckles something murky behind you. “Not that I am aware of.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

You don’t have to look back to sense the deadpanned look on his face. “I’ve lived in this skin for a long time, sweetheart. I think I would know if I were ticklish.”

You briskly sit up, maneuvering until you’re facing him. You lean closer with curious eyes, perched on the couch of his study like a feline.

“I don’t believe you.”

Sylus scoffs. Quietly sets his book down on the coffee table, a challenge tugging one corner of his mouth upwards. He holds his hands up, uncrossing his legs, something of mischief shining in his eyes as he sits back in an easy slouch.

“You’re welcome to see for yourself, sweetie.”

You don’t like how that sounds. How he drawled out the term of endearment. Still, you’re incredibly persistent. You’ve been exclusive for some months now, yet he’s still an enigma.

Your lips twisting with determination, you begin your examination. First, you start with the obvious places that would typically make people squeal—near his collarbones, in his armpits, down his sides, drag your nails inwards across his stomach. You peer up at his face. If he feels anything, he doesn’t reveal it, still wearing that insufferably smug look as he observes you.

You don’t find any sensitive zones on his torso. Just defined planes of muscle that make your pulse quicken and cause you to swallow past the dry film of your throat.

You proceed with your impromptu frisking, raking your nails down the sides of his devastating quads. Glance up. Nothing. Hmm.

You swivel your hands inwards, tracing over the inward trajectory of his thighs. He parts them for you, and it becomes evident he’s enjoying this. Enjoying tormenting you with the catastrophic shape of his body. Like he knows you know he feels good.

You cast him a pensive look. He feigns innocence with a shrug, signaling you to continue your investigation with the flit of his eyes.

So you do, creeping your fingers down the inner parts of his knees. Outwards. Pluck yourself from the sticky leather of the settee and sit between his legs on the floor, tracing over his calves and ankle bones.

You glance up. He still radiates complacency, yet his eyes hold something heavier than their usual, teasing weight. It’s something unmistakable, but you ignore it, instead testing the socked soles of his feet for any signs of vulnerability. Any minute twitches, any jolts or hitched breaths. No dice.

You relent with a sigh, crawling onto his lap. His heavy hands clasp around where thigh meets hip, keeping you steady, your thighs framing his.

“Guess you’re not ticklish,” you say with a solemn smile, twining your arms about his neck.

Why you thought the big, bad wolf of Onychinus would have any sensitive zones in the first place is beyond you. Maybe it was just an excuse to feel him up.

“I told you,” he husks affectionately. Voice crackles in that way that makes your belly swoop, and he closes a tender hand around your nape to draw you in for a kiss.

Your mouths part with a sticky click. And you’re dizzy and laughing something light as your foreheads press together, pheromones and fondness filling what little space lies between your bodies.

“Kudos for trying, sweetheart.”

You don’t enjoy being proven wrong, but you suppose it’s fine if you lose to him. Leaning back, you study his pretty features, the delicate sweep of his lashes as his eyes slip shut.

You thread your fingers through his hair, grazing one particularly vulnerable spot at the top of his cranium, and you don’t miss how he tenses beneath you. How he winces, releasing a sound so far-off and delicate, you’re not sure if you heard it in the first place.

Curious, you try for the spot again, evoking the same reaction, and Sylus’ hold around your waist tightens the slightest bit.

With a troublesome smile, you test the opposite side, garnering a similar response and—

Oh.

Oh, this.

Like the devilish little fiend you are, you scratch these newly revealed spots simultaneously, reveling in his response. How his carefully constructed composure begins to crumble beneath you.

He twitches and fidgets under your care, lips parting, a low, guttural sound dredged from his throat. He unconsciously bunts his head against your hands, leaning into your touch. You watch as a pretty, peachy flush creeps into his cheeks, staining the tips of his ears, and his brows scrunch in something of anguish.

Had you not known any better, you’d think you were scratching behind the ears of a feline. Had Sylus been a cat in a past life? You giggle mischievously at the notion before something very hot and prominent prods at the inner cut of your thigh.

Before you can investigate, Sylus ensnares your wrists in his hand, and he’s panting, glaring at you with those pretty, scarlet eyes to match the beautiful flush taking possession of his face.

His voice is hoarse. Smoky. Dangerous. You feel the buzz of it pooling warm in the lower reaches of your belly, leaking down between your thighs.

“You keep doing that, and I might have to retaliate, sweetheart.”

You swallow, your throat thickening, your mouth slightly open. Your pulse thrums a war cadence in your ears, and your breaths are short as desire spumes through you.

“You won’t do it,” you challenge, your tone husky. Shaky.

“Is that a challenge?” Sylus returns, his grip on your wrists slackening until he releases them.

He tugs you impossibly closer on his lap via the globes of your ass, and his weighted girth slides deliciously over the center of your thighs, eliciting a bitten-off sound from your mouth. You rest your hands on the defined planes of his chest to maintain a modicum of space, though it’s fruitless.

He draws your head down until your breaths intermingle, long, spindly fingers sneaking beneath your chin to moor you to the spot. He grazes your mouth with his, and a pleasant thrill ripples through you, your fingers pulling at the collar of his shirt.

“Why don’t I show you what happens to naughty girls who test my patience?”

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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love of my life, queen of all things smut and marauders..........I have a request if you don't mind 😈 I was thinking of this with Sirius, but it could truly be whoever you think fits. But what do you think of a fic where reader x Sirius have sex for the first time (FWB, relationship, whatever fits the vibe), and Sirius finishes and moves his attention to reader who goes "oh it's alright, I've never been successful at that part of sex before...." & then it becomes this fun challenge for Sirius who spends the rest of the evening finding out what works for her until he finally gets her off 😃 xoxoxoxooxoxoxo

Thanks for the request and for weathering the long wait gorgeous Elle <3

cw: smut mdni, reader is afab and has trouble with orgasming

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Fuck.” Sirius’ forehead crashes into yours, his breath hot on your lips. “Are you close?”

“You should come.” Your voice is tight, strained, though not nearly so much as his.

“Not before you.”

“Please, Sirius.” You both moan as he thrusts deeper inside you, your legs squeezing tight around his middle. “Please, I want you to.”

“I don’t—shit.”

His brow tenses along with the rest of him as he spills into you. You feel the condom fill up with a heady satisfaction. You run your hands up his back soothingly, until he relaxes into you.

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Sirius tilts his face to kiss at the slope of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would…you just feel too good, have you gotten that complaint before?”

You laugh. “It’s not usually a complaint.”

“No, but in this case…” He tuts, picking his head up to look at you. You expect to be self-conscious—it’s your first time seeing each other like this, and part of you is still fighting the urge to cover up and preserve your modesty—but the heavy drag of his gaze only makes you feel admired. “Well, anyways, sorry. How close are you?”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You smile at him. Your finger traces the line of a tattoo on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.”

Sirius blinks, and then his brows come down. “Hold on, that’s not fair. I want to get you off.”

“Sirius, it’s really fine. I’m not…” You hesitate. You and Sirius have been friends for a while; it’s not as though you haven’t shared secrets before. And given what you’ve just shared with each other, you shouldn’t probably be embarrassed, but… “I haven’t exactly been…successful at that part of sex before.”

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as though he doesn’t quite understand what you mean.

“I haven’t come,” you clarify.

His eyes widen, lips parting. It’s horrendously attractive, worse with him still inside you. “You haven’t?”

You shake your head.

“Not ever?”

You shake your head again.

“Not even by yourself?”

“Let’s just assume the answer to all of these questions is going to be no.” He shifts in you slightly, and you squirm. “Can you…?”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Sirius pulls out of you, looking somewhat awed. “So, forgive me, but what exactly are you getting out of this if you don’t expect to come?”

You give him a droll look. “I guess I’m just a giver.”

It’s more true than you let on. You enjoyed yourself more than you expected just now, watching Sirius come, knowing it was the sight of you and the feel of your flesh under his hands that did it. You hope he lets you do it again.

“I don’t have to come to have good sex,” you say in a more genuine tone. “It’s still fun for me.”

“Right. Right, yeah, but—”

“Listen, I’m only telling you so you don’t take it personally. It’s not a you thing, it’s just…” You gesture helplessly. “I’m not sure I can.”

Sirius looks indignant. “I’m sure you can.”

“I haven’t found any proof.”

“Well, it’s—there’s a first time for everybody, doll. Can I try?”

You sit up, drawing your legs closer and forcing him to sit back. “I told you, it’s not you.”

“It could be me, though.” He grins roguishly.

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Don’t make this a pride thing.”

“I’m not. I’m not, babe.” Sirius scoots towards you. He looks at you, sincere. “But it could be any number of factors, you know? Maybe you just haven’t tried the right thing, or there’s a lubrication issue, or something. It would be fun to try.”

You rub your lips together. “It’d probably be a waste of time. And I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.”

“I won’t be,” he promises. He crawls toward you on the bed, taking your ankle in hand to tug you closer. Your heart riots at the sight. “Let’s waste some time, gorgeous. I’ve got nothing else to do tonight. And you said you have fun even if you don’t finish, right?”

“Right,” you admit.

Sirius grins, flashing canines. “Lay back, then. Let me play with you a while.”

It doesn’t take long to figure out that lubrication is not the issue. Between Sirius’ hands and his mouth, you’re spilled like warm honey across his sheets in minutes. He bites marks into your thighs, goes from gentle to masochistic to gentle again with his hands on your breasts, curls his fingers inside you so that you make sounds you don’t recognize. All the while, he calls you sweet names rolled up in taunts, making your cheeks burn and your body seem to give up any will of its own. It begins to feel cruel; the combination of who Sirius is and what he can do to you.

But it’s when he uses his tongue that you start to tremble.

Your hand clamps blindly down on his shoulder, caught between keeping him close and pushing him away. Sirius’ hum, heavy with smugness and intrigue, is a vibration like you’ve never felt before. He takes your clit into his mouth.

It’s altogether too much and not enough. You shift your hips, gasping, but after a while your breaths even into a steadier pant. You start to adjust to this new pleasure. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you’re safe, Sirius slips his wicked fingers into your entrance again.

“There you are.” His voice thrums with satisfaction as he kisses your clit. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. So patient.”

“Sirius, I—”

“What?”

“I feel—”

“What, pretty girl?”

“Sirius.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” He nibbles ever so gently at your clit, making you jolt away from him. Your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re just so much fun when you’re worked up like this, I can’t help myself.”

He curls his fingers into that torturous spot along your inner wall, and what you want isn’t more sensation, but you can no longer find the words to tell him so. You dig your nails into Sirius’ shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling on the precipice of something great and terrible. Some kind of wreckage.

“You’re okay, doll,” Sirius soothes. “You’re just fine. You like this, don’t you? Don’t you want to come?”

With his low, sweet question, you do. You wreck like a ship against the shoreline. Splintering, screaming, crashing and drowning. Sirius laughs like the enemy vessel as you do.

It’s some time later when the stars clear from behind your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”

“Mhm. That’s usually how it goes.” Sirius is all tenderness now. He kisses up your sweaty, overworked abdomen until he reaches your collarbone, where he nibbles rewardingly. “Good job, sweetness. And good job me, if I do say so myself.”

You open your eyes to peek at him through your lashes. “Aren’t I supposed to say so?”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chin. “Fairly sure you just did. I wouldn’t have guessed you had sounds like that in you.”

“Me neither,” you admit.

“Well, now I’ve got something new to work towards, I suppose.”

“Sirius,” you sigh. “That was the first time I’ve ever come, and it took nearly an hour. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that again.”

“Oh, such a defeatist.” Sirius cups your face in his hands, thumbs moving sweetly down your cheeks as he presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I meant getting those sounds out of you again. But don’t worry, gorgeous, we’ll manage both.”

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ptergwen · 5 months ago

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can you do a fic where one of the peters (garfield or holland) is making out with the reader and starts to kiss and bite her neck and the little sounds she makes drives him insane

three strikes

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w/c: 655

warnings: making out, suggestiveness

a/n: i went with tasm!peter hehe, def a fluffier approach to it but so so adorable & i hope you enjoy! keep the reqs coming y'all <3

winter in the city is magical. everything in the park is covered in a light dusting of snow, all the stone pathways and the trees, couples hand in hand and kids playing. then, there's peter. he's looking up at the sky with his tongue stuck out. he's so focused on trying to catch snowflakes that he doesn't notice you digging your hands into the snow, collecting a handful.

something hits peter's chest; a snowball. he looks across the way, where you're smiling mischievously. he brushes the snow off his jacket, chuckling. you're already making another snowball.

"i dunno, babe. i wouldn't do that if i were you."

despite peter's warning, you aim your arm to throw.

"you're playing with fire, you know that?"

"no, i’m playing with snow."

"oh, that's cute. really cute."

you promptly hit peter with the snowball. he raises a challenging eyebrow, and you know you're in for it. you start to run away, giggling, peter chasing after you. he's quick to catch up. he grabs your waist and pins you against a streetlight, breathing out smoke into the cold air through laughter.

"you wanna try that again?"

peter's gaze darts between your eyes and lips. you bite back a grin.

"kind of."

"what a shame. it'd be strike three."

"what happens after strike three?"

"you wouldn't get this."

peter leans in and kisses you. you loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. he hums in content, hands squeezing your waist and lips trailing over to your cheek. he pecks both your cheeks, your nose, just above your lips, peppering kisses all over your face until you're giggling and trying to push him away.

"no, no, no, stop! that tickles!"

peter kisses down your chin and back up, across your forehead, over to your temple. you grin despite yourself, tugging at his locks that are damp with snow.

"i’m serious, pete! stop it!"

"no can do, babe. can't help myself, you're just too damn cute."

peter pecks your cheek a few times, earning a noise of protest.

"so cute i could eat you up."

"nuh uh."

you pull the zipper of your jacket all the way up so it's covering the lower half of your face.

"yeah huh."

peter leaves big, lingering kisses on your forehead, each one punctuated with a mwah. when you realize he's not going to let up, you finally concede. you uncover your face and capture his lips with yours, the only way to make him stop. your nose nudges his, head tilting to look at him.

"are you done?"

"not even close."

peter kisses you again. you kiss him back, smiling into it. he moves your jacket out of the way and continues his kiss attack, this time on your neck. you let him have his fun, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. you squeal when he finds one particular spot and nips at it.

"pete! what're you doing?"

"i told you, eating you up."

he playfully bites at your neck between a series of kisses, arms locked around your waist, drawing the most adorable sounds out of you that he can't get enough of. you thread your fingers through his hair.

"don't forget we're in public, mister."

your tone doesn't match your words, unconvincing, and you're resting your head on the lamp pole so peter has more access. he smirks.

"i know, they're just love bites."

he starts to suck at your neck. the pressure is light, but enough to leave a hickey. you play with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan. you feel the vibrations from peter laughing. you feel something poking at your thigh, too.

"and you're telling me we're in public? whew, i think we'd better get you home."

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

peter answers by holding you in place and kissing down your neck, making you breathless from laughter.

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my-castles-crumbling · 9 days ago

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weak - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 437

Sirius had never understood the point of kissing. Sure, he’d kissed his fair share of girls, but he’d always seen it as…a necessity, of sorts? Something to make them happy, to keep them interested. And he had to keep them interested because, well, he was Sirius Black. It was expected.

But ever since his first kiss (a quick peck on Marlene McKinnon’s lips, followed by some very awkward stammering and blushing that he now retold as some much smoother flirting), he’d just never seen the draw. At best it was boring, but at worst it was downright uncomfortable. He never knew where to put his hands and sometimes he overthought the amount of spit involved and just wanted to gag.

James was the only person he confessed his aversion to. “You actually like it?” he whispered to his best friend, late one night in the safety of James’s bed with the curtains drawn at the beginning of their seventh year.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” the teller boy had said unabashedly. “What, you don’t?”

Which had made Sirius feel a little…well…broken.

And for a little while, he truly believed he was.

Until that night.

They were a bit buzzed, all of them. Passing around a handle of firewhiskey stolen from Rosmerta’s cellar, courtesy of James’s cloak, and Marlene McKinnon had been the evil one to set the dare: “Kiss Remus for five seconds,” she’d challenged Sirius, grinning widely.

Well, other than the fact that it would make things a bit weird for a while, Sirius didn’t have a problem. It wasn’t like he could be any more disappointed than usual, right?

Except as he straddled Remus’s lap theatrically, beaming at the catcalls and wolf-whistles from their audience, something unfamiliar sizzled up his body. And when they locked eyes? Sirius lost his breath.

“Al-alright?” Remus whispered, looking just as dazed, even though they hadn’t even kissed.

Sirius could only nod mutely, ducking his head before he could overthink.

When their lips touched, Sirius immediately went weak.

It was like a switch had been flipped, a switch he didn’t know even existed.

All of the air left his body in one needy gasp, every inch of his skin lighting up with heat and desire, flames licking up his spine and over his torso as he responded instinctually, grabbing Remus's hair and moaning into his mouth.

And Remus responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Sirius’s waist, pulling him tighter, licking over his lip and slotting their bodies sinfully close.

The entire thing was divine.

Oh, Sirius realized.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like kissing.

He just hadn’t been kissing Remus.

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Note: people who don't like to kiss anyone are ALSO valid and def not broken, these are just Sirius's thoughts!

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fear-is-truth · 5 months ago

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# SUGAR DADDY! BRUCE WAYNE — hc

synopsis — your life as bruce wayne’s sugar baby warnings — suggestive. mdni a/n — if law school doesn’t work out… this is my dream career lol (exclusively bruce wayne)

he’s strict about keeping things low-profile. no selfies, no pictures together, and definitely no talking to anyone about your arrangement. but when it’s just the two of you, behind closed doors, though, his edges softened—not soft soft, of course, but as close as bruce wayne could ever get.

bruce is every inch the gentleman when he’s out with you—always placing his hand on the small of your back when guiding you through a crowd or escorting you to his car, a subtle but firm gesture that says, you’re mine, and i’m looking after you. he opens doors for you without fail, pulls out your chair at restaurants, and always walks on the street side of the sidewalk, even if it means switching places mid-walk. if you’re wearing heels, he keeps a steadying hand at your waist when you go down stairs.

even in private, he’s super thoughtful—draping a blanket over you when you’re curled up on the couch, pressing a kiss to your temple as he passes by.

bruce isn’t overly affectionate in public, but in private, he’s tactile and tender. he’ll pull you onto his lap while he works at his desk, one arm wrapped around your waist as his free hand taps at his keyboard. “just stay here,” he’ll say when you try to move. “you’re not distracting me.” though the way his lips find your neck every few minutes says otherwise.

bruce values your mind as much as your beauty, and he shows it in the way he engages you. whether you’re discussing a book, a piece of art, or the nuances of history, he listens with genuine interest. when he occasionally challenges your points, it’s never in that dismissive, mansplaining tone that most self-assured men use—it’s thoughtful and designed to draw out your best arguments.

he’s particular about keeping things convenient for you, so he’s arranged for you to have access to one of his apartments in the city. it’s fully furnished, with a stocked fridge, top-of-the-line security, and a walk-in closet he keeps replenishing with new outfits.

bruce’s love language is acts of service and quality time, but his wealth makes gift-giving his default.

has alfred handle all the logistics of getting you the best: tickets to exclusive shows, reservations at restaurants you didn’t even know existed, and private shopping appointments where he foots the bill without a batting an eye.

sends you on luxurious trips during your breaks—paris, tokyo, the maldives. you’re not sure how he pulls it off without anyone finding out, but bruce wayne always has his ways.

he pays attention to your interests and hobbies, subtly encouraging you to indulge. if you mention liking a certain author, musician or a brand, you’ll find their newest release or collection waiting for you the next day.

leaves his black card with you whenever he has to leave on business. “buy yourself something nice,” he says like you don’t already have everything you could possibly want.

bruce has an almost masochistic appreciation for how deeply you affect him. when you tease him. the first time you call him daddy, it’s in that girlish, playful tone, meant to test how far he’d let you get away with. bruce freezes for a millisecond, his face carefully blank, but the dark glint in his eyes gives him away. he exhales slowly, but the extra time he spends adjusting his cufflinks is a tell—you’ve gotten under his skin.

has a love-hate relationship with the short, tight skirts you wear around him. on one hand, he can’t deny how much they drive him mad, how his eyes inevitably linger on the curve of your ass, like he’s entertaining the idea of ripping the skirt off. on the other hand, he hates the idea of anyone else seeing you like that. he’ll chide you in that authoritative tone of his, maybe even smacking your pert ass for extra emphasis (when in private)

despite the chastising, the next day, he’ll gift you a collection of couture skirts and dresses that fit his exacting standards—form-fitting but elegant, sexy but understated. if you insist on being a distraction, you’ll do it his way.

he loves when you wear his clothes—especially his shirts. seeing you in something oversized and smelling faintly of sex and his cologne drives him insane. but he also loves taking it off you.

he’s not above making you jealous, though it’s very rare. if he senses you’ve been a little too independent lately, he’ll let a socialite or two flirt with him at a party just to see your reaction. when you glare at him from across the room, he’ll flash that infuriatingly charming smile and mouth, “come here.” the second you’re alone, he’ll have you pressed tightly against the wall. “you know there’s no one else for me,” he mutters between hot kisses. “but i like seeing you fight for it.”

has an infuriating habit of teasing you in public, keeping you just on the edge of propriety. he’ll whisper filthy things in your ear during a black-tie gala, his hand resting on your thigh under the table. “be good for me,” his thumb grazes discreetly beneath the hem of your dress, and when your cheeks heat up, he just smirks and kisses the spot beneath your ear.

the car rides are his favourite indulgence. he tells the chauffeur to take the long way home, windows darkened, privacy partition up, while fucking you in every position possible.

has a weakness for seeing you in pieces he’s chosen himself. the delicate lace, silk, and satin he picks out always feel indulgent, tailored to fit your body and his preferences. he leaves boxes for you to find, with a note in his neat handwriting: this one tonight

he buys you diamond necklaces and earrings so extravagant they could rival museum pieces. every time, he insists you model them for him—alone, in the privacy of his bedroom. “just the necklace,” he’ll say with a smirk, his tone leaving no room for argument. the sight of you standing there, bare except for the glittering gems, leaves him utterly speechless. and then he’ll step closer, eyes trailing over the diamonds on your neck before his hands wander elsewhere.

sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly indulgent, bruce will forgo sleep altogether just to spend the night making love with you.

he’s a perfectionist in every aspect of his life, including the bedroom. he’s meticulous about learning what makes you tick, and takes immense pride in knowing your body better than you do. precisely which spots make you gasp, which areas make you arch your back. steady and precise, he’s always tuning in to your reactions. he doesn’t rush, taking his time to explore, kiss, and touch in a way that makes you feel completely cared for.

he can go for hours, but he’s patient, too. enjoying the process as much as the end result—taking his time to kiss, to touch, to indulge in every inch of your body.

bruce is insatiable, but he’s also deeply considerate. though he’s always hungry for you, there’s never a moment where he isn’t attuned to your needs, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, always ready to slow down or adjust if you need him to.

loves leaving marks on your body, but he’s careful about where—always hidden, tiny traces of his presence on your skin that only he gets to see.

still, when he notices you wince as you shift in your seat, he puts on a somewhat sheepish expression, offering a murmured, “sorry about that.” but you can see the faint smirk gracing his lips, the flicker of pride in his eyes. it’s all a front—he’s anything but apologetic.

he watches you drift off in his arms, your breathing steady and soft, the rise and fall of your chest lulling him into a rare moment of peace. his lips brush against your bare shoulder, the small gesture as fleeting as the thought that follows—he doesn’t deserve you—but he’s selfish enough to keep you anyway.

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　5 TIMES CHRIS AND Y/N WERE CAUGHT KISSING

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where a fan creates a 5-minute video with all the times that Chris and Y/N were caught kissing.

WARNING: Making-out.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Chris and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch in the living room. They were half-watching a movie that had been playing for the past hour, but neither of them was truly invested. Chris's arm was draped lazily around Y/N's shoulders, his thumb drawing idle circles on her upper arm. It was one of those rare, peaceful evenings where they could just relax and enjoy each other's company, without the usual hustle and bustle of filming or the pressure of content creation hanging over Chris head.

Y/N was scrolling through her TikTok, a small smile playing on her lips as she came across fan edits and posts dedicated to Chris and his brothers. Her fingers stopped suddenly, her eyes widening as she stopped on a video with the caption: "Top 5 Times Chris and Y/N Were Caught Kissing in the Background." She let out a small laugh, nudging Chris's shoulder to get his attention.

"Baby, look at this." She muttered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and shyness. She turned the phone screen towards him, and his brows shot up in surprise as he read the title.

"Are you serious?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned closer to get a better view. "I didn't even know we were caught that many times."

Y/N pressed play, and the screen lit up with the fan edit.

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1. Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute. (Two Times)

The first clip was from a Baking Blind, Deaf, and Mute challenge, recorded when the triplets had visited their parents in Boston for their birthday.

The video opened with Nick standing in the foreground with Matt by his side, leaning casually on the marble table, his hands gesturing animatedly as he explained how that video would be with the participation of Y/N. His voice was filled with that signature mix of enthusiasm and sarcasm as usual.

As Nick continued to lay out the idea, the camera caught slightly Chris and Y/N in the background, standing by the fridge. Chris was holding a spatula in the air like a sword while staring at Y/N, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a playful grin tugged at his lips.

Next to him, Y/N was meticulously reading the ingredients list, ignoring his playful manner successfully, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to memorize the steps, fully aware that she wouldn’t be able to see anything in a few minutes.

The atmosphere was light and filled with anticipation, the kind that comes with knowing things were about to descend into playful chaos. Matt and Nick were already debating loudly over what constituted a valid ingredient while picking the necessary ones from the cabinets, their voices a blend of mock seriousness and barely-contained laughter.

But then, probably with the hope of being hidden behind his brothers' back, Chris leaned closer to Y/N, his shoulder brushing against hers. The gesture was subtle, almost as if he were seeking her out in the midst of the noise, a quiet connection just for them. Y/N looked up from the list, her eyes meeting his, and a soft laugh escaped her, the sound so gentle that the camera barely picked it up.

Listening to his favorite sound, Chris, with his eyes sparkling with mischief, turned fully toward Y/N. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear that drew another quiet laugh from her - just like his goal -, her smile wide and genuine, the kind that made her eyes crinkle at the corners.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Chris dipped his head and pressed a quick, tender kiss to her lips. It was brief, a mere brush of lips, but the affection behind it was palpable. Y/N’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she ducked her head, pretending to be engrossed in the ingredients list once more, though the small, secretive smile playing at her lips betrayed her.

Meanwhile, Matt started trying to talk to the camera, his voice raised to make sure the viewers could hear him over Nick's teasing.

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2. DTI

The second clip was from a particularly memorable livestream that Matt and Chris had done from Matt’s room. They had recently started playing a game called Dress to Impress, and after recording a small video for their YouTube channel where they played the game for the first time, it quickly became their newest obsession.

Y/N had been hanging out in the room during the stream, perched comfortably on Nick's chair off-camera. Although she wasn’t actively participating in the game, her presence was felt in subtle ways; every now and then, a hand would appear on the edge of the screen, holding out a bottle of water, an energy drink or a bowl of snacks for the boys. Each time, Chris would glance away from the screen just long enough to offer her a grateful smile or a quick thank you before returning to the chaos on Matt's monitor.

On this particular moment, the livestream had taken an amusing turn. Matt was deeply engrossed in a competition against another player who had, to his disbelief, apparently copied his entire outfit design. His face was a mix of shock and indignation, his voice rising with every word as he expressed his frustration.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh loudly. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he listened to his brother’s angry words, his eyes focused on the screen.

It was in this moment that Y/N leaned forward, her face suddenly appearing in the corner of the camera. She moved quietly, almost as if she was sneaking up on Chris, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly - something about 'knowing that Matt would win either way, since he - Chris - was the creative mind who helped creating the outfit'.

Chris’s reaction was immediate. The playful grin he had been wearing just moments before softened into something warmer, more affectionate. He turned his head slightly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with a look that was full of amusement. Without a second thought, he leaned in, catching her lips in a quick, sweet kiss. The kiss was fleeting, lasting only a second before Y/N pulled back, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she disappeared back into the background.

The moment was so brief that it could have easily gone unnoticed, especially with Matt’s voice still rising as he ranted about the blatant theft of his outfit. But their fans were nothing if not observant. The chat lit up almost instantly, viewers flooding the comments with a mixture of excitement and teasing.

Despite his attempts to play it cool, Chris couldn’t help the faint blush that crept up his cheeks. The tips of his ears turned pink as he tried to brush off the attention, focusing back on the game with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Alright, alright, focus on Matt, not me." He said, trying to redirect the conversation, though his smile never wavered.

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3. Fortnite Late Night

The third clip captured a moment during one of Matt and Chris's late-night gaming streams, "Fortnite Late Night." Each brother was in his own bedroom, Chris’s camera angled perfectly to frame his upper body, revealing a glimpse of his bed in the background, the soft light from his monitor casting a cool, blue glow over the room.

Meanwhile, Y/N had been upstairs, finishing up in the kitchen. The quiet house amplified the sound of her soft footsteps as she went to the stairs, heading towards the room she shared with Chris.

When Y/N reached the end of the steps and stepped into their bedroom, she found Chris completely engrossed in the game. His posture was tense, shoulders slightly hunched forward, eyes fixed on the screen with an intense concentration. The dim lighting highlighted his features - his lips were slightly parted, pink and plump, forming a small, unintentional pout, and his dark brown eyebrows were knitted together in focus.

He didn’t notice her at first, his mind fully absorbed in the game, but Y/N couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked in his concentrated state.

She was ready to crawl into bed, exhausted from the day, but there was one thing she had to do before she could even think about sleep. It was a nightly ritual at this point. No matter how tired she was, Y/N couldn’t fall asleep without saying goodnight to Chris.

Moving with sleepy steps, she walked over to where he sat. Chris didn’t need to look up to know she was there; he could sense her presence. As she leaned over the back of his chair, he could feel the soft brush of her hair against his neck, a comforting sensation that made him momentarily forget about the game.

"Goodnight, honey." Y/N whispered softly, her voice low and gentle, meant only for his ears. But her words, though quiet, were picked up by his sensitive microphone, echoing faintly through the livestream, reaching the ears of the hundreds of fans watching.

Without hesitation, and without any regard for the live audience, Chris tilted his head back, silently asking for his goodnight kiss. It was an instinctual, almost automatic gesture. Y/N, smiling at his adorable demand, obliged him, leaning down to press her lips against his in a tender, familiar kiss.

The angle was a bit awkward, the kiss upside down, but it didn’t matter, it was soft and unhurried.

On the other end of the game, Matt was fully aware of what had just happened. The sudden silence from Chris’s side was enough of a giveaway, and when he glanced at the small preview screen showing Chris’s camera, he saw it all. Matt smirked but kept his eyes on the game, unfazed by the interruption - he had grown used to these moments.

"Dude." Matt finally spoke up after Y/N’s figure disappeared behind Chris’s back, his tone dripping with teasing exasperation. "Can’t you keep your PDA for when we’re not live?"

Chris didn’t even flinch. With a lazy grin spreading across his face, he shrugged, entirely unapologetic.

"Sorry, couldn’t help it." He replied, his voice light and carefree. The grin on his face said it all - he wasn’t sorry at all.

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4. hello world

It had been a late-night gaming session - again -, one of those times when Chris and Matt were fully immersed in it, talking to fans while navigating through Dress to Impress. The energy in Chris’s room was electric, with his monitors casting a blue glow that bathed everything in a dim light. His headset was on, and he was deeply focused, his eyes glued to the screen.

But the concentration was constantly broken by Chris’s rumbling stomach and the string of complaints that followed.

"Ugh, I’m so hungry." He groaned into the mic, making a face. "Seriously, I could eat a whole pizza right now."

Matt laughed on the other end of the line, his voice crackling through the headphones.

"Dude, we just had dinner like three hours ago."

"Yeah, and?" Chris shot back, pausing for a second to take a sip of his energy drink. "That was hours ago. I’m starving. Hey chat, send food!" He laughed at his own joke, glancing over at the live comments.

Little did Chris know, Y/N was watching the livestream from the living room. She’d been lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she heard his complaints. A smile spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind. She knew Chris’s favorite takeout place just down the street and decided to surprise him.

She slipped on a pair of sneakers, grabbed her keys, and headed out. The whole trip took barely fifteen minutes. When she returned, the aroma of Chris’s favorite meal wafted through the bag she was carrying, and she made her way quietly up the stairs to their room.

Chris was still completely absorbed in his game, his back to the door. He didn’t notice when she slipped in, the door clicking softly behind her. Y/N could hear him talking to his brother, still complaining about his hunger, completely oblivious to her presence.

She smiled to herself, holding back a giggle as she crept closer. She set the bag down on his desk next to his keyboard, the movement catching his attention. Chris looked up, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there, holding out the takeout bag with a grin.

"Hey." She whispered, leaning in close so the mic wouldn’t pick up her voice - unsuccessfully. "I heard you were hungry."

Chris’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He pulled off his headset, letting it hang around his neck, and stretched out his arms to catch the bag from her.

"Oh my God, you’re the best." He said, his voice low and filled with genuine affection. He opened the bag, inhaling deeply, and let out a content sigh. "You got my favorite!"

Y/N nodded, her smile growing wider.

"I know you too well."

Without another word, Chris set the bag down and reached out, pulling Y/N into his arms, forcing her to bent her upper body. He didn’t care that the stream was still going or that his brother and the fans were waiting. In that moment, all he could think about was how thoughtful and sweet she was. He tilted his head up, capturing her lips in a deep, grateful kiss.

Y/N kissed him back, her hands resting on his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sweatpants.

It wasn’t until they broke apart that Chris remembered they were still live. He glanced over at his screen, the chat scrolling so fast it was a blur, and he could see the comments exploding.

Chris laughed, picking up his headset and sliding it back on.

"Sorry, guys." He said into the mic, a huge grin on his face. "Got a little distracted there. Y/N just brought me food, so, uh, I’m gonna eat while we keep playing."

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5. We became dad's for 24 hours!!! (to eggs)

The last clip was one of a quiet, intimate moment captured during one of the boys' more absurd challenges: taking care of an egg as if it were their own child for 24 hours.

It was the middle of the early morning, the clock barely ticking past 3 AM, when the sound of three simultaneous alarms pierced the stillness of the house. The sharp, grating beeps echoed through the rooms, signaling that it was time for them to wake up and "feed" their eggs.

The absurdity of the situation was only amplified by the ungodly hour, the boys' groggy voices muttering incoherently as they stumbled around, trying to remember where they had left their fragile "children".

Y/N, who had been curled up in bed, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep, found herself jolted awake by the noise. Her eyelids were heavy, barely lifting as she pushed herself up from the bed.

Dressed in one of Chris's oversized T-shirt that hung loosely over her frame and a pair of soft pajama shorts, she looked the very picture of someone who had been dragged from sleep far too early. Her hair was tousled, a wild halo around her face, and her eyes were half-closed as she shuffled out of the room.

She used the commotion as an excuse to get a drink of water, her feet moving on autopilot as she padded quietly into the kitchen. The house was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the big window and the faint blue light of the fridge as she pulled it open.

The boys’ sleepy voices floated to her from the living room, muffled but distinct, each of them trying to outdo the other in their groggy banter about their "kids".

Chris was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, his body sinking into the cushions, looking cozy yet disheveled. His legs were stretched out, feet propped up on the coffee table, and his head was tilted back, his eyes blinking slowly as he tried to stay awake. He was mumbling something about the challenge, his words barely coherent.

Y/N, still in her sleepy haze, wandered toward them, her footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. The coolness of the water bottle in her hand provided a small comfort as she made her way toward Chris, passing by Matt’s legs, narrowly avoiding his outstretched foot, and maneuvered around the coffee table until she stood in front of her boyfriend.

Chris’s gaze followed her movements, his tired eyes lighting up slightly as he watched her approach. His arms opened wide, almost instinctively, inviting her into his embrace without needing to say a word. There was a small, sleepy smile on his lips, one that matched the one Y/N gave him as she stepped closer. The moment was quiet, almost dreamlike, the world around them fading into the background as she climbed over his legs and nestled into his lap.

She settled herself against him, her legs folded up on the couch as her body molded against his. The right side of her body pressed against his chest, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her. Her head found its place on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling gently against the exposed skin of his neck.

Chris’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, causing Y/N to smile against his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she tilted her head back just enough to look up at him.

Almost automatically, Chris leaned down again, their lips meeting in a soft, lazy kiss. It was gentle, a mere brush of lips, but it was enough to make Y/N’s heart flutter.

When they pulled back, Y/N let out a small sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled back into the curve of his neck. Chris held her close, his hand resting on her back, his thumb stroking gently up and down in a soothing rhythm, letting his brothers finish what they wanted to say before going to bed again.

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The video ended, and Y/N hit pause before it replayed again by itself, looking up at Chris, who was leaning back with a satisfied smile.

"Wow." She started, dragging out the word. "Look at you, Mister Romantic."

Chris shrugged, unabashed.

"What can I say? When you've got a girlfriend as amazing as you, you just... can't help yourself."

Y/N, sitting up and adjusting her position, rolled her eyes but smiled, her cheeks tinged pink.

"You’re such a dork." She muttered, but there was affection in her voice.

"And you love it." Chris shot back, leaning down, pressing a kiss to her temple, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, leaning into his touch.

"I really do."

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extra - comments:

"this compilation was the perfect one to prove what the boys said about chris being the only one who would make-out with his girlfriend in front of everyone 😭"

"stop, the way chris looks at Y/N in every clip???? ugh, I NEED this 😩"

"forget the baking, chris and Y/N's little kiss right there? too cute omg"

"okay but that livestream moment when Y/N brings chris food 😭 she's so thoughtful and caring ;(("

"chris and Y/N in the background just being all lovey-dovey while matt and nick are doing their thing is EVERYTHING!!! they’re so in love it hurts 🥺"

"honestly, I’m all here for how they’re always caught kissing like they forget the cameras are on 😞"

"chris couldn't even focus on the game anymore after Y/N kissed him LMAOOO, he's down bad, guys"

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!! Y/N laying on chris lap while they do their thing with their eggs omg 🤧🤧 they're so precious"

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