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🕯️ Drabble: “You Just Can’t Help Yourself”

(Nanami x Reader | Thigh Riding | Praise + Chastising Kink | Heatwave | NSFT | 18+)

The fan does nothing.

The apartment is heavy with heat—thick, slow, like honey. Your shirt’s clinging to your back. Nanami’s collar is undone, hair damp at the temples. He looks like patience incarnate. You look like sin.

“Kento,” you breathe. Your voice is wrecked from whining. “Please.”

“You’re going to ruin these pants,” he murmurs, voice low, more observation than warning. One brow lifts as he watches you grind down on the thick line of his thigh. “Again.”

You almost cry. “I can’t—I just need—”

“You always need.” His tone is soft, but edged in something firm. Not cruel. Not mocking. Just truthful. “You can’t go five minutes without trying to get yourself off on me lately, can you?”

You shake your head. Shame prickles at your skin—but it’s swallowed whole by the heat and the slow roll of pleasure between your legs. His thigh is flexed, perfect. Your hips chase friction like it’s the only thing left that makes sense.

He exhales through his nose and lets his hand settle on your waist, steadying you.

“Poor thing,” he says, like he means it. “Too hot to think. Too worked up to behave.”

Your rhythm stutters. You let out a broken sound and try to press down harder. He doesn’t stop you.

“Go on, then,” he murmurs. “Make a mess. If that’s what it takes to get you to breathe, I’ll take care of it.”

“Kento,” you gasp, clinging to him now, muscles trembling.

His voice lowers, intimate and rough: “You want to be my good girl?”

You nod frantically.

“Then show me. Come just like this. Let go for me.”

Your vision goes white as you obey, clinging to his shirt, panting through the heat and the slick press of your release. He holds you gently, breath warm against your temple, and says—

“There she is. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

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Spoken For - Thor/Black!Reader

Summary: An argument ensues after a night of dinner

Jealous/reader 

You sit silently fuming in your seat as Thor drives home. Thor is silent alongside you, his eyes passing across to your face every few minutes. “Did you have a good time?” He questions, his voice cutting through the thick silence. 

“Mhm,” You reply instantly, looking out the window, watching the various buildings blur by. “Is there something on your mind?” He questions next, and you can feel his eyes on you even though you weren’t facing him.  “Nope,” You quip, shifting towards the door, quietly ending the conversation. 

When Thor finally put the car in park, pulling into the garage of your shared apartment, you were opening the door and stepping out before Thor could even shut the car off. Your door was slamming shut, and you started your way towards the garage door, pulling out your set of house keys. 

Even though you were fuming, you still recognized the driver door shutting softly, Thor’s even footsteps following being you. You’re quick to put the key in and turn the knob. Thor’s hand is grasping over the handle before you could push the door open, effectively keeping it shut. 

The front of his body brushes against your back, his cologne permeating your nose. You can feel his deep intake of breath before he speaks. His tone is even, but there’s an edge to it. A lack of patience. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time, and whatever you tell me, dictates the rest of this conversation. Is there something on your mind before we walk into this house, because I’ll be damned if you go stomping around with an attitude,” You pause, the silence thickening with each second. His hand is tensing over yours as you glare at the door. 

“No,” 

A feeling settles at the pit of your stomach. You knew then and there that you fucked up. Still, the angry part of you was too upset y care. 

Thor is removing his hand with a quiet grunt, hand at your back, ushering you inside. You bend down to take off your shoes, pulling them off with a little more force than necessary, leaving them by the door. You start to walk further in, bypassing the kitchen, your intended destination your bedroom. You hear the door shut with a soft click. Before you could round the corner, Thor’s voice rings out, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Don’t,” He commands, his voice a tad louder than seconds prior, his tone leaving no room for argument. You knew better than to not listen. 

“Don’t you dare walk away from me like you didn’t just lie to my face,” Your arms are crossing over your chest, and you let out an irritated sigh. “I didn’t lie-,” “Come here,” He interrupts, voice unwavering in his demand. “Thor, I’m really not in the mood,” “I wasn’t asking. Come,” You’re turning to face him, your eyes meeting his face for just a second before you looked away. 

He didn’t look angry perse, but he definitely didn’t look pleased. 

“I really don’t want to repeat myself,” You’re making your way towards him, but not too close, your lips pursing as you look at him, just not meeting his steel gaze. “What?” His head tilts, eyes narrowing upon you like he could see right through you. “Are we going to have an actual conversation or are you going to sulk like a child all night?” You take in a sharp breath, glowering at him. “Like a child? I told you that there was nothing on my mind,” 

“You and I both know that I don’t believe you. Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind? You sat in the car in a huff, couldn’t say not one word to me or look in my direction. Think I don’t notice these things?” Your brows raise, and you’re folding your arms tighter across your body. “So you notice that but not the handsy waitress?”

He doesn’t seem surprised by your question, and you take that as a sign of admission. “So you noticed? You just let her touch you, laugh at everything you said, she’s practically pushing her boobs in your face, and you just sit there, not saying anything!” He’s holding up a hand, further stopping you. “You think I really paid her any attention when you’re sitting across from me? Why say or do anything when she has no chance standing in between me and you?” 

You open your mouth, but he’s stepping closer to you, his hand reaching out to cup your chin, forcing you meet his face. “I’m not expecting an answer from you. Do you really think some suggestive laughter can pull me from you? You live in me. Every breath I take is because of you. Do you know how many men look at you? How they look at you? You don’t think I feel some type of way when they smile at you? But I trust you. I trust in knowing that no matter who comes into your space that you come home with me every night. That you belong to me as much as I belong to you. I can’t control what others do. Only what I can, and I will ignore anything that doesn’t have anything to do with you. If some waitress in a restaurant completely threatens your trust in me, then we have bigger problems,” 

Tears threaten the corner of your eyes, and you let out a breath, looking away from him. “I wasn’t trying to doubt you-,” He’s tilting your head back to him, forcing you to continue. “… Just didn’t like it, and you just pretending that it wasn’t happening made me feel….I don’t know,” The fire inside was long diffused, your voice small. 

“Now, I understand. I can’t read your mind. Next time, don’t hide from me. Don’t hide behind frustration and anger and make me drag it out of you. There is nobody but you. Will never be anyone but you, do you understand?” While is voice is softer, his tone is still just as firm. “Yes…” You whisper, your eyes fluttering close as his lips brush against your jaw in a forgiving kiss. His lips are drawing close to your ear, and he’s pulling you close against him. 

His other hand snakes around your throat, thumb brushing against your racing pulse. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, swallowing heavily, a new fire growing within you. “I know,” He coos. “Show me…and I’ll show you just how much I forgive you,” 

I know y'all probably wanna see Thor put her through it

Imma need to create another list of who likes what bc it's been so looooong.

@iwudbutnah @1andonlytashae @ellethespaceunicorn @blackynsupremacy @winters-doll

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I love the idea of Kyle dating a crybaby reader.

Oh, you dropped your milkshake on the ground and got it on your pretty white heels? Thats okay love, he’s already promising you a new one before those fat tears could even leave your eyes.

Was Simon too blunt? He said something that hurt your feelings? Kyle has no problem sitting you on his lap and making Simon stand in front of both of you and apologize despite your clear pout and unwillingness to accept it.

I can go on for days guys

pt 2 smut

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Tease Me, Take Me

Title: Tease Me, Take Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary:  Steve's been bossy all week, pushing you just a little too far- so you decide to push back. But teasing him quickly turns into something much more when he decides to remind you exactly who's in charge.

Word Count:  2.7K (I know I said they’d all be under 2k but this one.. well happened)

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Established relationship, Brat taming, Slight/softdom!Steve, dirty talk, mild restraint (hands held)

A/N: ‘just the tip’ Steve’s our last one!

Steve had been bossy all week- giving orders, correcting your form, acting like Captain America even in your most casual moments. But what really did it?

That morning at the gym.

"That’s too much, sweetheart. Can’t have my little lady hurting herself."

In front of everyone.

The way Sam smirked, the way Natasha gave you that pointed look, it burned hot in your chest. It was fine when Steve called you 'little lady' behind closed doors. After all, compared to him, you were. But in front of the others? No. No, no, no.

Now? You were going to teach him a lesson.

Steve was stretched out beneath you, broad back pressed against the headboard, hands resting at his sides, his body relaxed- for now. His big blue eyes flicked over your body as you settled in his lap, confidence rolling off him in waves. He thought this was going to be easy. He thought he knew how this would go. That you’d sink down onto him, take him nice and deep, let him roll you onto your back and fuck you into the mattress like he always did.

Oh, he had no idea.

You straddled him, your knees framing his thighs, feeling the heat of him pressing against your slick folds. His cock twitched as you rubbed yourself over him, dragging your wetness along his length, getting him nice and messy. Steve groaned, the sound deep and satisfied, his hands lifting from the sheets to grip your waist. "That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?"

You hummed in agreement, letting your lips brush along his jaw as you shifted, rolling your hips until his thick tip caught at your entrance. "Oh, baby," you cooed, letting just the head push in, stretching you just enough to make your breath hitch. *"*You got her so soaked for you…"

Steve let out a deep groan, gripping your hips tighter, ready to guide you down onto him, but you pressed a firm hand to his chest, pushing him back into the pillows. Not yet.

You rocked against him, teasing, letting his tip slide in and out, feeling the way your body clenched down, desperate for more- but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Not when you had a point to make. His eyes stayed locked on yours, expectant, patient. He still thought he was getting what he wanted. What you both craved. 

You smirked, dragging your nails across his shoulders, watching the muscles in his chest tense beneath your touch. You let yourself sink down just enough to make him groan, your walls fluttering around his thick tip before you clenched intentionally, making him feel just how tightly you could hold him. Then, you lifted again, leaving him achingly empty.

"Oh no," you pouted dramatically, cocking your head in faux innocence. "I don’t think I can take all of you, Stevie… I mean, I am just such a 'little lady', right? Guess we’ll have to stay like this."

His growl was deep, low, frustrated, his hands twitching on the bedspread, itching to grab your hips and force you down onto him the way you both knew you could take it. His fingers flexed, chest heaving, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"Honey, please…" he groaned, sweat beading at his temples, his blue eyes dark with tension and something deeper- need, desperation, an ache that throbbed as you hovered above him, keeping him right on the edge without letting him have anything. “I said I was sorry. It was just a slip-up..”

You tsked, pressing a finger to his lips, enjoying the way his jaw clenched at the interruption. He had apologized over lunch, once he realized you’d been upset about the ‘little’ comment. Earnest and sweet, telling you he hadn’t meant to embarrass you, that it had just slipped out. But that didn’t mean he was getting off easy.

"Uh-uh. I don’t wanna argue with a big, strong man like you, Stevie..”

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the sheets instead of you. You watched the war play out on his face, the tension in his shoulders, the controlled restraint in the way he stayed still even as his body begged him to move. Muscles coiled tight, every inch of him on the brink of breaking. His cock pulsed against your entrance, leaking against your folds, desperate for more, for everything.

"You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself," you murmured, shifting just enough to make him gasp, feeling how desperately he wanted more. “Not after you made such a point of making sure I was careful today."

He let out a slow, controlled sigh through his nose, but you could see it- the tight clench of his jaw, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, betraying just how much he was struggling. His hands trembled at his sides, fingers twitching, his veins standing out along his forearms as he gripped the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from breaking completely. He was barely holding on.

"Sweetheart, if you don’t sit that pretty li- ass down- "

Your smirk widened, but before you could tease him again. 

"No can do, Captain."

You slid back up, slow and deliberate, grinding yourself along his length, letting his cock drag against your slick folds, smearing your arousal over him, making sure he felt every aching second of how much he'd worked you up. His cock twitched beneath you, straining for more, and you smirked, dragging yourself along his length again, never giving him what he really wanted. Just enough friction to drive him insane.

Steve groaned, head tipping back against the headboard, his fingers twitching in the sheets as he fought not to grab you. His restraint made it even better, watching him hold on when every muscle in his body was screaming for him to take control. You could feel the way he was pulsing, heavy and hot beneath you, his slick length gliding against your folds, teasing your clit with every slow movement.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" you murmured, rolling your hips again, dragging your heat along him. "Feeling how wet you got me... knowing you can't have me yet?"

Steve let out a sharp breath, his knuckles white against the sheets, his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was physically forcing himself to stay still. You could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, in the way his thighs flexed under yours, in the way his cock twitched, hot and slick, as you coated him in your arousal.

You pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, your lips barely grazing his skin as you whispered, "Mmm... poor thing."

His restraint wavered. One hand lifted, hesitated in the air for just a second, before he gave in. His large, calloused palm landed on your hip, not gripping, not forcing- just guiding as he tried to coax you down onto him.

"Please, sweetheart," he ground out, voice thick with need. "Enough. Okay?"

You could hear it, the desperate edge creeping into his tone, the breaking point hovering just out of reach. His fingers tightened, his hips shifting up just slightly, just enough to feel you without taking what he wanted.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here," he bit out, his control fraying, breath shuddering as he dragged you along his length, spreading your slick over every aching inch of him.

But you didn't relent. You kept your movements excruciatingly slow, letting yourself sink down just a little more before pulling back up, keeping him teetering on the edge without ever giving in. His breath hitched, his grip tightening, and you could feel the tension in his body- the push and pull between holding back and snapping.

"You feel that, Stevie?" you whispered, trying to keep control, but your voice wavered as your body clenched around his tip. "That's all you. You got me this wet, got me dripping all over you... and you’re not even inside me."

His cock throbbed beneath you, thick and aching, his self-control hanging by a thread. His chest heaved, his blue eyes dark and hooded with lust. But even through the haze of desperation, his lips curled into a smirk of his own now.

"You're such a little brat," he murmured, voice low and rough. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart. And you know it."

Then, with a frustrated noise, Steve let go of your hip entirely. His hands retreated up to his head, fingers threading into his own hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he exhaled sharply. His biceps flexed, elbows splaying out against the headboard as he forced himself to stay put, his entire body taut with restraint.

"Jesus Christ, you're killing me," he groaned, head tipping back, exposing the tight line of his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now can we please move past this?"

You let out a soft hum, trailing your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch. Then, with a wicked little smirk, you leaned in, lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "How do I know you're sorry?"

His breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists against the headboard before he forced them open, palms flattening as he exhaled a shaky breath. Steve’s smile changed- slow, knowing, cocky. You knew that look. That was the smile of a man who had just found a loophole. His whole body seemed to relax, the frustration rolling off him in waves as if he had finally figured out exactly how to turn the tables. The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced by something far more dangerous- certainty.

"If you won’t forgive me," he murmured, voice thick with heat and amusement, "I bet she will."

Before you could even process what he meant, his hands were on you. Not forcing, not demanding- authoritative. He collected your wrists, guiding them behind your back, holding them in one strong hand as he leaned in, lips pressing hot and firm against your throat.

The tip of his cock still sat right there, lodged just at your entrance, teasing, pulsing, waiting for you to finally give in. His breath fanned over your skin as he kissed along your neck, his free hand skimming down your side, teasing the curve of your waist, making you shiver under his touch.

Steve’s smirk deepened, his grip steady but teasing as he leaned in closer. "Bet I can think of all sorts of things to make her forgive me..."

His hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around himself as he pulled back, his thick, weeping tip slipping from your entrance only to drag slow and deliberate against your swollen clit. The slick pressure sent a shudder through you, heat curling low in your stomach as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal some more, making sure you felt every aching second of it.

"You're not just being mean to me, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing along the side of your neck, his voice warm and indulgent, like he was enjoying this just as much as he would finally being inside you. "You're being mean by spoiling her fun, too."

Steve suddenly went quiet, his voice dropping into something lower, smoother- dangerous in its calm.

"Now," he murmured, his hand leaving the space between you to brush your hair back over your shoulder, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he leaned in closer, lips ghosting over your ear. "Be my best girl and accept my apology."

His other hand slid down to your shoulder, his grip steady but unrelenting as he slowly pushed you down onto him, guiding you inch by inch, the silent command to take all of him.

Steve let out a deep groan, the tension that had coiled inside him finally snapping as he held you there, his fingers flexing against your skin. "That's it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "And you said I wouldn’t fit." The brat in you had been smoothed away, replaced with something softer, something pliant as more of him pushed deeper, your body yeilding. He could feel it in the way your body trembled around him, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your forehead dripping to his chest as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. He felt deep like this- so deep it knocked the air from your lungs, making you struggle to do anything but take it.

He exhaled slowly, savoring the way you clenched around him, the way your thighs trembled as you sank fully onto his lap. His hand letting go of your wrists to smoothed up your back, grounding, firm, but there was no teasing left in his voice now. Just something warm, possessive.

"That's better, isn't it, honey?" he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he settled you deeper, like you hadn’t already taken all of him. "All full up. Just how we both like it."

One of his hands drifted back to your hips, fingers tightening, holding you there, keeping you seated on him even as your body twitched, adjusting to the sheer size of him. His grip flexed, steady, as he rocked his hips ever so slightly, just enough to remind you of exactly how deep he was buried inside you.

"Can you feel how sorry I am?" he murmured, his voice smooth, controlled, sinking into you like warmth spreading through your bones.

Then, he started to move you.

His hands guided you, tilting your hips, shifting you ever so slightly as the sensation overwhelmed you- lifting you just enough before sinking you back down, stretching you all over again. The feeling was intoxicating, unbearable in its depth, in the way he filled you so completely.

Then, he took more.

His grip tightened, fingers flexing against your hips, holding you exactly where he wanted as he rolled his hips upward, thrusting slow and deep, driving himself further inside you. The shift sent a shockwave through you, your breath catching, hands gripping onto his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.

"See, honey," he breathed against your ear, each thrust deliberate, sending pleasure curling up your spine, "I take real good care of my girl. Even when she’s being a handful."

"Yes, Captain," you whimpered, your voice breaking as Steve made you take everything he gave.. The pressure built, every movement teasing a spot so deep it left you gasping, helpless against the sensation. Your hands pressed to his chest, fighting against the pleasure threatening to consume you too fast. Steve hummed in satisfaction, feeling you melt into him, the last shreds of your resistance fading away.

"Now, that’s my best girl," he whispered, his lips brushing over your jaw. "So sweet for me now, aren't you? Such a perfect girl. You forgive me yet?" His grip on your hips tightened, slowing his movements until they were nothing more than a deep, teasing grind. "I can't let you come unless you forgive me."

A low whimper slipped from your lips, your nails pressing harder into his chest as your body clenched around him involuntarily.

"I forgive you," you gasped, voice breathless, desperate, finally giving in.

Steve groaned, the sound low and satisfied, like he'd been waiting for it. "Atta' girl."

His grip on your hips tightened as he took over completely, guiding you up and down in a steady, relentless rhythm, pulling you onto him in deep, fluid strokes. Each movement sent pleasure coiling tighter, your body surrendering fully to his control. 

“I- oh god, Steve- ” His pace quickened, your breathy moans breaking apart as he drove into you, keeping you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your body trembling in his grasp as he worked you over that edge.

"That's it, honey. Fuck yes that's it." 

The tension snapped, pleasure ripping through you like a live wire, raw and uncontrollable. Your walls clamped tight around him, pulling him with you. Steve groaned, thrusting up hard, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in thick, hot waves. 

His breathing was heavy, his forehead dropping against yours as the aftershocks rolled through you both, your bodies tangled together, spent and satisfied.

Steve let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss against your lips. "Now that- that was an apology, sweetheart."

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she fuckin’ hates me - e.m.

enemy eddie munson x fem reader x crush steve harrington

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: hate fucking, semi-public sex, mean!dom eddie (he’s secretly down so bad), fingering, they both call each names (slut, brat, asshole, dickhead), big dick eddie, unprotected piv sex (the condom breaks oops), unintentional cream pie, little sprinkle of angst

a/n: this is entirely inspired by that one audio by eyesofsuggestion (getting hate fucked on your crushes bed by his best friend).

word count: 3.5k

also huge shoutout to both @strangerstilinski and @uglypastels for helping me so much. i appreciate the hell out of you both. and also to @lesservillain for giving me the condom idea. enjoy my lil freaks xx.

“Looks like someone’s not enjoying the party…”

You barely register his deep voice over the thumping bass from inside the house when you stomp out onto the patio.

The night air feels nearly as sticky as inside the house, the amount of bodies pressing together causing the temperature to skyrocket.

But the moment you see his lanky figure leaning against the side of Steve’s house and the burning cherry of his cigarette in the dark— you’re half tempted to turn around.

You were already having a terrible night to begin with but you weren’t about to let Eddie Munson make it any worse for you. Knowing this was partially his fault to begin with. 

“What‘s it to you, Munson?” you spit.

His answering chuckle has you gritting your teeth, tucking your skirt under yourself as you sit on the patio steps.

“Oh nothing…” he hums, taking another long drag from his cigarette. “It’s just hard not to notice how you’ve been throwing yourself at Steve all night.”

While you hate to admit it, and you wouldn’t out loud— Eddie was right.

You’d gone out of your way to pretty yourself up for him, wearing your lowest cut blouse and your shortest skirt in hopes of getting his attention. You stayed by his side, laughed at all his jokes. Despite all the effort you put in, Steve barely spared you a passing glance.

It was such a total switch from how he was acting towards you the previous weekend. Steve had barely got you in his bedroom before his hands were in your pants. But now he was too busy shoving his tongue down a pretty blonde’s throat to even notice your absence.

“I haven’t been throwing myself at anyone, dickhead,” you roll your eyes with a scoff.

Eddie just laughs again, leaning his head back against the siding. “I wouldn’t have assumed  Steve’s dick game was so good that you’d be crawling back for sloppy seconds.” 

And when you turn to glare at him, you can’t help but admire the way the smoke unfurls from his plump lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, prick.” 

“— Hey now,” he mocked you with a slight pout, “Don’t take your sexual frustration out on me, princess. I was just stating the obvious.”

You avert your eyes before he catches you staring, but that frustration mixed with unkindled desire continues to mount between you with each passing second. 

So when your eyes are drawn back to him, you aren’t entirely sure why. 

As annoying as Eddie could be, you can’t deny that he was attractive. And if his shitty attitude towards you wasn’t the reason that Steve kept blowing you off, maybe you’d actually like him. 

“Oh, fuck you.”

“— you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he teases.

While your face shows mock disgust, your body betrays you when you feel wetness beginning to pool in the fabric of your panties. 

“In your dreams, Munson.”

Eddie smirks a little, taking that as a challenge.

“What are you, scared?” 

Under normal circumstances, you’d tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. Perhaps it was your hormones getting the best of you. 

But there was something about the way the moonlight catches on his rings, and the pale glow that casts shadows over his handsome features— that’s making you think otherwise.

“I mean… I don’t see anyone else lining up to take that bratty ass of yours home.” Eddie takes one last, long drag but this time he notices the way your eyes linger on his lips.

You make it almost too easy.

“And it would be a damn shame to let all that hard work of yours go to waste, you know?” he continues casually while he snuffs out his cigarette. “Since Harrington, clearly isn’t appreciating it.” 

And you really can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Eddie closes the remaining distance between you, causing your head to tilt back as you look up at him in utter disbelief.

“Don’t act so coy, I saw how you were looking at me just now…”

Beneath his cocky demeanor, his heart is about to pound out of his chest. 

Because unbeknownst to you, the real reason Steve was avoiding you at every turn was entirely for Eddie's benefit. He was just trying to be a good friend.

Eddie holds up his hand before you can say anything else, his lips lifting in a shit eating grin.

“Besides, we both know that if it’s not for me, you’ll be going home with an empty cunt. And we can’t have that, can we?”

Your body flushes at the vulgarity of his words, but you mull them over nonetheless. 

While you didn’t like him, despised him in fact— this could be an opportunity to get some pent up frustration out of your system. Since it was clear Steve wasn’t up for the challenge. 

So you tuck your lower lip in between your teeth and you rise to your feet.

“Fine,” you hum and there’s a sudden flash of surprise in his eyes. Like he half expected you to tell him to go fuck himself and storm off, but it’s gone just as quickly. “On one condition.”

The patio steps put you an inch or so above him, so now he has to look up to meet your gaze.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that, princess?” he smirks.

You grip the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists, urging him closer. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your breasts now flush against his chest.

“You keep that big mouth of yours shut.”

And you use the advantage of your slight height difference to press your lips to his before he has a chance to respond.

Eddie all but groans into your mouth as tugs you closer, hands gripping onto your hips before splaying over the curve of your ass. When he slips his tongue in your mouth, he tastes like a dizzying combination of nicotine and cheap beer.

But the taste somehow leaves you wanting more.

So when you start to grind yourself onto his jean-clad thigh, he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. The male fully enjoys the pitiful whimper it pulls from you.

“If you think I’m fucking you out here… you’re out of your goddamn mind,” he pants into your open mouth.

“Well if you had somewhere else in mind maybe you should try taking the reins, hotshot,” you fire back.

Eddie takes a single step up the stairs to place himself at eye level with you, as if to even the playing field. 

And you just stare at each other, both your eyes are ablaze with a mixture of annoyance and lust. It's Eddie who eventually breaks your gaze to brush past you and continue on towards the house.

He dares a glance over his shoulder once he reaches the patio door, a brow rising beneath his bangs as if to give you one final chance to back out. But you don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

No one spares either of you a second glance when he leads you up the stairs and pulls you into the first bedroom on the right. 

You know upon entering that this is Steve’s room, recognizing the checkered wallpaper from the weekend prior. But you don’t have much time to dwell on it before his lips are back on yours and he’s leading you towards his best friend’s bed.

“In here?” you say between heated kisses, earning you a deep hum when he pushes you down onto the mattress.

“What Steve doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” he mused, dark eyes admiring the way your skirt has risen up your thighs. “Unless… you really wanna make him jealous.” 

Eddie crawls over you after shrugging off his leather jacket and you can already feel how hard he is through the rough denim. You tug harshly on his hair when his lips trail down across your neck, teeth scraping against the hollow of your throat.

But the ache between your thighs only becomes stronger with each press of his lips, and in turn causes your already thin patience to slip further.

“Get on with it already, I don’t have all damn night.”

You can feel his laughter vibrate against your sweaty skin but his hand dips between your thighs nonetheless. Eddie cups your clothed pussy in the palm of his hand, pulling a breathy whine from you when he presses the heel of it against your clit.

“Hmm, givin' an awful lot of attitude to someone who's just tryin’ to do you a favor, sweetheart.”

You merely roll your eyes in response, reaching between your bodies to palm over the bulge that’s straining against the fly of his jeans.

“Huh, seems to me that you like my little attitude, asshole.”

The male groans into your neck when you apply more pressure, his hand quickly gripping onto your wrist before he pins the both of them above your head.

“Ya’know I usually love a bit of a challenge, but you sweetheart, are a giant pain in the ass.”

You giggle mockingly, tilting your head at him with a slight pout, “Aww, Eddie— I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

If only you knew… 

That laughter morphs into a soft gasp when he yanks your panties down your thighs with his other hand. Those calloused fingers slipping between your slick folds to circle over your swollen bud.

His nose skims along the curve of your shoulder, greedily inhaling your perfume. Enjoying the way your body practically shudders beneath his own.

“So sensitive…” he coos mockingly, the tip of his middle finger brushing over your puckered hole. “And I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

Any snarky comment dies on your tongue when he slips the digit inside, his thumb pressing firmly on your clit. A small mewl gets caught in your throat when he slides another finger in and your body welcomes the stretch.

Eddie can only grin wider when you grind your hips down onto his fingers, his other hand releases your wrists to tug down the front of your blouse to free your breasts. He has to hold back a moan of his own when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra, his lips latching around your nipple.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, your fingers tangling themselves in his wild mane while his curl up inside you.

“If only Steve could see how much of a fucking mess you’re making for me,” he taunts, leaning his mouth down to suck on the underside of your breast. “Bet he’d be so pissed that you’re ruining his expensive sheets, sweetheart.”

Your answering whimper has him chuckling, urging him to thrust his fingers even faster inside you. Ultimately proving his point as you can feel the wetness dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. But the noisy glide of his fingers are nearly as taunting as his words.

“E-Eddie— I…” your chest heaves as you trail off, feeling that rubber band in your middle about to snap with each pump of his fingers.

He knows what that blissful look on your face means and it brings him a little too much pleasure to see it crumble when he completely removes his fingers from inside you. Your cry of frustration has his cock practically throbbing in his jeans, sticky fingers hurrying to unbuckle his belt.

“Nah uh,” he tuts. “You don’t always get what you want, brat.”

Eddie pushes his jeans and boxers far enough down his thighs to free his cock, the sight of it momentarily distracting you.

He was big, much bigger than you anticipated.

Part of you was almost worried he wasn’t going to fit. Eddie must see the mixture of surprise and awe written across your features, as he leans forward to swipe his thumb along the corner of your mouth.

“Drooling already? You flatter me, sweetheart.”

He reaches over for a condom in Steve’s bedside drawer, ripping the packet open with his teeth. But Eddie can practically see the flash of disappointment in your eyes when he rolls the latex on, which only causes him to laugh harder.

“Oh how cute, you thought I was gonna fill you up, baby?” he all but sneers as he grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together. “A slut like you has to earn that privilege.”

He lets go of your cheeks, ringed fingers spreading your thighs apart and pulling you down toward the edge of the mattress. Positioning you in just the right spot so he can tap the head of his cock against your clit.

The wet slapping noise it makes has him grinning even wider and it takes everything in you not to slap that look right off his face.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna actually fuck me?” you huff.

He tilts his head at you, a little surprised by your sudden outburst. And to think you were being so good just a minute ago.

“See, that’s not what we’re going to do, brat.” He clicks his tongue, his other hand gripping the meat of your thighs a little harder. “Keep giving me that attitude and I’ll have no issue walking out of here and burying my cock into someone else.”

You just glare at each other, in a silent struggle for power. But this time you are the first to crack when you cast your eyes downward. That uncomfortable silence stretches on for a moment too long, which he mistakes for regret. 

He’s about to tuck himself back into his jeans when you grip onto his wrist with a soft whine.

“N-No, shit— please don’t go.”

Eddie just raises an eyebrow at you, not impressed by that meek attempt at begging. So you blow out the breath you were holding, swallowing your pride when your eyes flick up to meet his.

“I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please.”

You feel incredibly pathetic begging Eddie Munson of all people. But you also can’t deny the way your cunt practically throbs when you feel the thick head of his cock glide against your entrance.

“See? Now was that so hard?” he snickers, giving you no warning before he’s guiding the head inside your sopping cunt.

“Jesus— fuck, you’re tight,” he blurts, marveling as your pussy practically sucks him in. 

You let out a gasp when he bottoms out with a low hiss, his own head tipping backwards when you clench harder around him. But the male doesn’t move a muscle, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you in place.

An act of mercy really— he doesn’t want to hurt you.

While you are grateful for the reprieve, that slight sting soon fades into a dull ache and you desperately need more.

When Eddie feels you start to squirm in his grasp, he groans low in his throat. His head tips back down to meet your half lidded gaze while he carefully guides his cock out before sliding it back in.

He works up a steady rhythm, but slow enough to keep you both teetering on the edge of desperation— until you can’t take it anymore.

“God— go faster,” your attempt at a direct order comes out as more a breathy plea instead.

But he doesn’t need to be told twice, his hands coaxing your trembling legs over his shoulders before slamming his hips back into yours. An elated moan leaves your lips, fingers gripping onto the sheets as you eagerly meet each hard thrust he gives you.

“It’s too bad Harrington’s missin’ out on all this,” he grunts, his eyes darkening as he watches that creamy ring around his cock expand with each snap of his hips. “But I can put in a really good word for ya, princess.”

And when your eyes roll back, it’s not from annoyance this time— as he hits your sweet spot dead on.

“I hate you,” you huff regardless, but your words don’t hold nearly as much malice. 

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” 

You miss the smug look that crosses his features when your back arches up off the mattress and you cry out his name repeatedly.

“That’s it, brat— say my name louder. Let them know… let Steve know who’s making you feel this good.” 

Your nails dig into his forearms as he fucks you even faster, a low growl pushing past his lips with each hard thrust. The bed creaks harshly in protest but that doesn’t deter him in the slightest.

If anything— it encourages him to go harder, bucking into you like some wild animal. The little uh, uh uh’s that he pushes out of you are music to his ears, the sounds becoming higher in pitch the closer you get to the edge.

And when your eyes flutter shut, he only quickened his pace. The brunette practically bends you in half as he leans into you, this new angle forcing him even deeper.

“Look.” Grunt. “At.” Grunt. “Me.” Grunt.

In your blissed out state, you miss the hidden meaning behind his pointed words. 

When you manage to finally open them, he’s closer. A lot closer than you expected. So close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and the sweat that dots his upper lip. 

Maybe you’ve never wanted to admit it to yourself before, but Eddie really was gorgeous. And from the way he’s gazing down at you, pupils blown out and glassy, you can only assume he feels the same about you. 

And that last bit of self control slips when you smash your lips together.

He kisses you back just as forcefully, effectively stealing the air from your lungs. Gasping for breath, your fingers begin to loosen their grip on his arm. Slipping them between your bodies to rub quick circles over your swollen bud. 

The sensation has your walls squeezing tighter around him, earning you another throaty moan. 

“See how much easier you are to deal with like this, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, enjoying the small scowl that crosses over your features. “All cockdrunk and stupid… it suits you.” 

While you open your mouth to throw one last insult his way, a pointed thrust into your sweet spot has you trembling. A loud squeal leaving your lips instead when you tumble over the edge. 

And Eddie can’t take his eyes off you as you fall apart beneath him, memorizing each expression with the utmost sincerity. Even if you did hate him, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Oh, atta girl…” he praises, his hot breath fanning over your lips while he continues to bury himself inside you.

You feel the sudden snap of the latex before he does. The male blissfully unaware as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and finishes with a deep groan, unintentionally filling you up in the process.

“Hm, guess I got what I wanted after all,” you laugh a little breathlessly. 

Eddie lifts his head in confusion, the realization finally dawns on him when he feels his warmth start to trickle down your thighs. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” He curses as he pulls out, making an even bigger mess of both you and the sheets in the process. 

“Stupid, fucking cheap ass condoms,” he huffs under his breath, chucking the broken rubber into the trash. 

Although his jaw is clenched in annoyance, his eyes are now transfixed on where his cum begins to leak out of your puffy pussy and onto the bedspread.

Unable to stop himself, Eddie reaches out a hand to graze along the underside of your ass. He collects some of the mess on his fingertips and guides them back inside you.

And despite the sensitivity, the possessiveness of his actions has your walls clenching around his dexterous fingers.

Everything comes to a sudden halt when the bedroom door swings open, knocking into the wall.

“Alright you horny shits, time to…” Steve trails off once he sees the two of you, honey hues widening in disbelief. “In my bed, Munson? Really?” 

Eddie doesn’t bat an eye, merely straightening up from where he was hovering over your half naked form whilst you quickly tug the sheets over yourself from sheer embarrassment.

Now all Eddie can see is the way you're looking at Steve. Something sour settles in his stomach, a tangle of jealousy and hurt. While his heart rate slows, his defenses go back up. 

That feeling prickles along his skin as he tucks himself back into his boxers and re-fastens the button on his jeans. 

"Was just warmin' her up for ya, man," Eddie says through his teeth. 

Steve's look of confusion deepens as he glances between the two of you, knowing that this is exactly what Eddie had wanted. 

But now Eddie won’t even look at you. 

He doesn't see the conflicted emotions swimming in your eyes when he speaks again. Throwing the words over his shoulder without a second glance as he grabs his jacket and turns to leave. 

"She's all yours, Harrington." 

That lie burns on his tongue like acid, but he doesn't look back.

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heads up: food mentions (they're cooking together <3). poly fic :)

"oh, baby... don't cry." jisung's teasing you already as you try to wipe your eyes with your sleeve without touching your face with your hands. "did minho say something? should i beat him up for you?"

minho smiles a little as he continues to peel potatoes, glancing up at the two of you. you just try to turn away from jisung as you press the edge of your sleeve against your eyes as carefully as you can, only for jisung to turn you back to him as he reaches up to wipe away your tears. your eyes are stinging, but you had insisted on being the one to dice onions tonight.

"i'll beat him up," he says, pressing a little peck on your cheek, before he picks up the knife, picking up from where you left off. "i'll do the rest for you--oh, fuck--" and he's already recoiling away, eyes already watering. this onion is either particularly pungent in the normal-onion-way, or the two of you are wimps.

you're personally leaning toward the latter. no offense to jisung: the two of you hate doing this for a reason, and minho's the one who seems to come out more unscathed by comparison. that, or he pushes through it better than either of you do.

minho pushes his way in front of jisung, stealing the knife from him as he takes over. "you two do the potatoes then," he says. "i'll handle this."

"but--" you pout just a little. "i can do it..."

"next time," he says. "just let me finish it this time." he looks at the two of you with this fond smile, ever the doting one of you three. "i'll start on the rest once i finish this."

ever in tune with each other, you and jisung move to pick up from where minho left off: he peels, you begin dicing. "thank you, honey," the two of you say together after exchanging the tiniest glance to make sure you're on the same page.

and minho just hides a smile as he turns away from you, heart and soul forever bewitched by the two of you.

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we need that gojo and geto pt 2 girl lock in

IM TRYING POOKIE I SWEAR THESE PERIOD CRAMPS AINT HELPING

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"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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will you be doing part 2 of the gojo and geto fic 🙏

it’s so good, it’s my roman empire 😋😋

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IM SO SORRY YOU WROTE THIS IN JULY LAST YEAR D: BUT YES IM FINISHING IT UP AND EDITING I SWEARRRRRRRRRRRRR!! CHECK MY NEWEST POST PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

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Do u write stray kids dark fic?

YESSSS!! honestly i write everything as long as i know what it is, if i dont ill do reasearch.

GUYSSSS IM TRYNA GET BACK TO TUMBLR AND WRITE AGAIN!! IM SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG BUT LIKE SHITS BEEN HAPPENING BUT I REALLLYYYYYYYYY WANNA WRITE AGAIN SAUR YUH. IM CURRENTLY WRITTING THE GOJO GETO THING (nightly swim) P2 AND SMUT FOR SOOBIN AND KIA FROM TXT. PLEASE DONT EXPECT THEM TO BE OUT FOR LIKE A BIT!! IM SORRY IF IM DISAPOINTING U :( BUT I WILL TRY AND GET TO EVERY ONE OF MY ASKS AS SOON AS I CAN. I LOVE YALL MWAH

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Good Luck Babe!

Poly!Marauders x Nerd!Female!Reader

summary: after being a wallflower throughout your first five years at hogwarts, you always thought that you could be invisible. but when you hear the marauders talking cruelly about you and proceeding to ask for your forgiveness after, well good luck babe.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, reader wants to kill the marauders , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy

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behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group

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NSFW | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: you had been locked in your room all week, and being the curious puppies that they are, yunho and mingi had to take a peek.

pairing: dog hybrid!mingi x cat hybrid fem!reader x dog hybrid!yunho

genre: smut | hybrid au

rating: 18+

word count: 1.3k

content/warnings: dubcon (borders on noncon so read at your own discretion), double penetration, light fear play, somnophilia, lowk himbo mingi

notes: honestly i liked this more when i was writing it 😅 but um...enjoy? also i didn't even attempt to edit this 💀

“Dude, quiet the fuck down. You’re gonna wake her up!” Yunho whispered loudly from where he stood near your bed. Glaring at his friend who had just tripped over whatever miscellaneous junk you had lying around in your dark room.

Mingi cringed, “Sorry!”

Yunho rolled his eyes. He should’ve come alone. But Mingi had begged him to join. 

You had been locked in your room all week with only occasional visits from Seonghwa, your shared caretaker, which they assumed were to bathe you and feed you. And Seonghwa had explicitly banned them from visiting this week. But they were both just so curious. Why were you hiding? They had to know.

Now they stood before you, and they could hardly contain themselves. The way you curled up under your giant fluffy white blanket, with your matching ears poking out the top, made you look so fucking sweet and vulnerable to them. 

Yunho remembered the day Seonghwa brought you home very vividly. Hwa had talked at length about needing another feline presence in the home and how he worried that Sannie was getting lonely without a partner, and so he purchased you from a breeder that specialized in hybrids of the…relational variety. And when he brought your home that day…well Yunho is sure he’ll never forget it. It wasn’t the curious twitch of your nose that caught his eyes first. Or the glistening white fur that adorned your ears and tail. Or even the way Seonghwa had dressed you up in a pretty pink dress and tied a ribbon at the end of your long tail. No. 

What caught his attention first?

Your fear. 

The way you trembled when you looked up at him, and though he supposed the other large man beside him was partially responsible, Mingi’s mind never really strayed further than how good your boobs looked in that dress. But for weeks after first meeting you, Yunho couldn’t rid his head of the image of your big eyes full of tears as you looked up at him. It kept him up at night and had him furiously fucking his fist, imagining your fear-filled expression and your body trembling underneath him. He had to have you.

When they slid into your bed and under the blanket with you, your sweet scent overwhelmed their senses. Mingi, who laid right up against your back, couldn’t help but bury his nose in your neck. His large tail thumping loudly against the bed in excitement. You wiggled in your sleep, subconsciously adjusting to the two large hybrids that had snuggled up with you.

Mingi whimpered into your shoulder when your ass pressed into his already throbbing dick, “She smells so good…” He took another deep breath of your intoxicating scent, his large hands needily groping at your thighs and ass. Your tiny pink silk shorts left nothing to his imagination. 

Yunho, who lay in front of you, softly caressed your face. Clearly much more composed than his friend behind you. He studied your face. So calm and relaxed. Your lashes resting on the soft skin of your cheeks. Your lips positioned in a little pout that made it near impossible for him to not just devour you right there. And your fluffy white ears wiggled with every moment him or Mingi made.

Leaning toward your sweet, sleeping face, he pressed his nose into your hair. It twitched when he breathed you in. He hummed, “She’s in heat.”  He brought a hand up to your ear, scratching it the way he’d seen his caretaker do plenty of times before. And the way you purred at the contact made his dick twitch. 

He looked up from your peaceful face when he heard Mingi let out another whine. He looked at his friend, mildly annoyed, but Mingi just looked back at him with lust-filled eyes, “She’s not wearing any underwear.”

Yunho scoffed when he saw the pleading look in Mingi’s eyes, “Can you put it in without cumming immediately?” Mingi nodded furiously. “Fine.”

And he took no time at all slipping his cock out of his pants and pulling your shorts down so they sat around your thighs. He pressed his tip at your entrance, groaning at how it already was dripping, like you were waiting on them to come. You started to shift as he pushed himself further in. 

Yunho could see that you were waking up, and he felt his stomach flip in anticipation. He fitted his hand right over your mouth before leaning into your ear, “Wake up, kitty~” You shivered. “Come on, sweet kitty. You have company. We just wanna play.”

Your eyes shot open right as Mingi bottomed out inside you. Yunho’s large hand was the only thing that muffled your high-pitched squeal. Mingi kissed your neck and brought a hand to your clit, “Kitty, your pussy is so warm. I wanna stay here forever.” Pleasure shot through your body as he rubbed fast circles on your clit. 

You looked up at Yunho, who only smiled down at you. With tears in your ears, you grabbed at his wrist. Trying to pry his hand off of your mouth. “Will you be quiet?” You nodded, but you whined involuntarily as Mingi brought you closer to your orgasm. Yunho smirked. “Cum for Minnie.” He breathed in your ear, “Go ahead, kitty. Go on and cum. I know you want to. Just a sweet kitty whose cunt is perfect for stretching and breeding. You don’t know any better, do you?” You sobbed into his hand as you felt yourself getting closer, “Oh, you sweet thing. I know you're so close. Let go. Let go for Minnie. He loves pretty kitties that do what they're told.”

Mingi choked back a loud cry when you clamped down on him. Your orgasm crashed over you. And your whole body trembled at the overwhelming feeling. Yunho watched your face intently as you came. Loving the way your eyes rolled back. 

He finally removed his hand from your mouth and chuckled at the way you returned to your natural instincts as you cuddled up to him is your post-orgasm bliss. You looked up at him, dazed. And your tail wrapped around his leg. He stroked your hair and pulled your leg over his hip before you could even think to resist.

Yunho looked over at his friend, “You still hard?”

Mingi nodded with his face buried in your hair. “Very,” he muttered.

Perfect. He put a hand under your chin and pushed your face up to look at his, “Kitty?”

“Mmm?” you blinked, slowly coming back to yourself.

 He braced your leg to his hip so tight that you couldn’t even hope to move it, “Time for a little game, okay?”

As you started to realize your situation more clearly, that fearful look rose back into your eyes, “I…I don’t wanna play.”

Mingi giggled.

Yunho peered down at you, in confusion, “Kitty…that’s not how this works. You know better. Little kitties don’t get to disobey puppies. So…” he repeated, “We’re gonna play a game.”

You whimpered as you felt Yunho poke the leaking tip of his cock into your soaked entrance, “What’s the game?”

“Well, I’m so glad you asked, kitty,” he chuckled. “We’re gonna figure out,” your stomach dropped when you felt another dick press into you, “how far you can fit two cocks inside you before you cum.”

Yunho growled as you dug your claws into one of his arms, but he pressed forward. Both him and Mingi just narrowly fitting inside you. 

“I can’t–” you choked, “You’re too big. It doesn’t fit.”

Mingi whimpered at the feeling of your walls pressing Yunho’s cock into his, “But kitty…they do fit.” His grip on your hip was so strong it was bound to bruise, “Oh fuck–kitty you feel so good.”

“Shit!” Yunho grunted. Finally feeling himself bottom out with Mingi close behind him. He giggled, “See kitty? We fit just perfectly.” He pressed his thumb into your clit. “You’re doing so good…how about we all cum together, okay?”

You nodded, giving into to the large pup controlling you, “Please make me cum, puppy…”

He smiled, “Of course, kitty. I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t feel anything anymore.”

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Without you

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: lots of tears

Genre: established relationship, angst, fluff

Summary: When Hyunjin comes home after a week away for work, he finds you gone. And he's furious because you didn't say a word, just packed and left. And he knows it has everything to do with the dinner you had with his parents just before he left.

a/n: writing my pain away. I'm sorry if this is too angsty.

Hyunjin’s knuckles rapped against Jisoo’s front door with such force you feared that it might come off its hinges. You glanced at Jisoo, your face streaked with tears, your heart racing.

“Y/N!” His voice came through the door, sending a jolt of panic through your chest. ��Open the damn door, or so help me, I’ll kick it down.”

Jisoo shot you a glance, silently asking if you wanted her to handle it. You just shook your head. You had to face him at some point. 

“You sure?” Jisoo asked, her protective instincts flaring.

You nodded, and she sighed before walking towards the door.

Memories of that night flashed through your mind painfully. Dinner at his parents’ place. Everything was going fine until his mum cornered you in the kitchen as you helped her put things away. She was so polite as she suggested that her son was very impulsive, and rarely thought things through.

You heart nearly stopped as she said that, because you had a feeling where this conversation was headed. And then she told you with a smile that if you really loved him, you'd stop holding him back, and let him have the life he truly deserved - a life with a Korean girl who'd fit better with his family. With him. 

And she had proceeded to pretend like everything was ok the rest of the night, while you had to do everything in your power to not break down. He was their only son. You didn't want to ruin his relationship with them, considering how wildly protective he was of you. 

The man loved you with everything in him. And Hyunjin literally wore his heart on his sleeves, and you would never knowingly do anything to agitate him. And so you'd gone home silently that night, spent a long time silently sobbing in the bathroom as he packed for a one week trip. He had multiple shows scheduled for the week, all outside Korea. 

Obviously he knew the minute you emerged from the bathroom with a smile. He had stared into your eyes, his mouth opening and closing like he desperately wanted to talk. But he had to leave in another hour, and he didn't want to start a conversation that he knew he couldn't finish before he left. So he engulfed you in a hug, kissed you deeply and told you that he loved you. And that you're his entire world. 

But sadly, that didn't make your aching insecurities vanish. Because after he left, you'd packed your own bags and called Jisoo, panicking.

He called out again, this time a little softer, but his tone was dripping with frustration.

“Jisoo, I know you’re in there. And I know she’s with you. Let me in.” he said. “Please.”

“Fine! But if you make her cry again, I'll make you suffer.” Jisoo opened the door, shooting him a glare as she moved aside. “She's in the guest room.”

Hyunjin stormed in, wearing his travel-worn hoodie and sweatpants, looking so tired, but furious at the same time. 

His sharp eyes locked onto you immediately as he stepped into the guest bedroom. Hyunjin stood there for a moment, staring at you. Your face was nearly unrecognizable - eyes swollen, skin blotchy from crying for days. You could barely keep your eyes open. 

Hyunjin’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and you could see the tension radiating off him. 

“You wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?” he asked finally, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

You tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity in his eyes was unbearable.

“Hyunjin, please don’t do this right now,” you muttered, wiping your face with the sleeve of your oversized sweater.

“Oh, we’re doing this,” he said, stalking toward you like a predator who’d just spotted its prey. He crossed his arms, towering over you. “Start talking. Now.”

You folded your arms, a weak attempt to put up a barrier. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing to talk about?” He scoffed, letting out a humorless laugh. “That’s rich, considering I came home to our apartment looking like a ghost town. All your stuff gone. My gifts left behind like they were trash. And you dodging my calls?”

His voice was rising, and it was clear that more than anger, he was hurt.

“I didn’t dodge your calls,” you countered weakly, your voice breaking.

“You didn’t answer them. Or my texts,” he fired back. “What the hell, Y/N? I want you to tell me why you thought it was okay to pack your things and leave without a word."

You tried to muster the courage to stay firm, to push him away like his mother had suggested.

“I… I think we’re too different, Hyunjin.” The words tasted bitter on your tongue. “It's for the best…”

His jaw clenched, his angelic features hardening. “Bullshit.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, and how he took another step forward. 

“You don’t get to pull this ‘too different’ crap on me now,” he snapped. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore, fine, say that. But don’t lie to me. Is that it? You don't love me?”

“No, no,” you insisted, though your voice was shaky. “Hyunjin, please-”

“Then tell me why you cried your eyes out after that dinner,” he challenged. “Tell me why my mom’s been calling me nonstop asking if you’re okay.”

Your heart sank. Of course, he’d piece it together. He wasn’t stupid.

Hyunjin exhaled, running a hand through his short hair, his frustration giving way to something softer. “Baby, what did she say to you?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Hyunjin, it doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” he said, his voice cracking. “It matters if it’s enough to make you leave me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and your eyes burned as you blinked them back.

“She loves you, Jinnie…whatever she wants for you, it's for the best…you do deserve better,” you admitted quietly. “Someone who fits into your world better than I do.”

Hyunjin let out a low curse, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He turned away for a moment, running both hands through his hair as he paced the room, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.

“You deserve someone who won’t hold you back.”

He froze, his gaze darkening as he asked, “You think you hold me back?”

“Hyunjin -”

“I don’t care what she said,” he snapped, cutting you off. “I’m asking you. Do you think that?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

“Y/N,” he whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “You’re my world. No one else fits better into it than you. My mom doesn’t get to decide who’s good enough for me, baby. I do. And guess what? You’re it. You’ve always been it. Don’t you see that?”

“I just…” You shook your head, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to cause problems for you. I love you too much to -”

“To what?” he interrupted, stepping closer again. His hands found your face, his touch firm but gentle as he tilted your chin up to make you look at him. “To stay? To fight for us?”

You swallowed hard, your heart aching at the sincerity in his voice.

“And if my mom can’t see what we have, that’s her problem,” he continued, his tone fierce. “But you don’t get to decide for me. You don’t get to run away without even talking to me.”

You felt your resolve crumbling, your walls breaking down under the weight of his words.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, trying to push him away.

“Like what?” He smirked, his confidence creeping back. “Like I’m madly in love with you?”

“Hyunjin…” Your voice was barely audible as you mumbled, “I don't want you to regret this. Ever.”

“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t you dare say that. Because it's bullshit. You’re everything to me.”

The tears flowed freely now, and you couldn’t stop them even if you tried. “But your mom -”

“I’ll handle my mom,” he growled, cutting you off again. “You’re my choice, Y/N. My family. My life.”

His words shattered the last of your resolve, and before you knew it, you were sobbing into his chest, clutching at his hoodie. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you so tight. 

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your hair, his voice trembling. “And I’m yours. Don’t ever forget that.”

You nodded against him, too overwhelmed to speak. A small tearful laugh escaped you, despite the tears still streaming down your face.

“There’s my girl,” he teased, brushing a thumb over your cheek to wipe your tears away. “Now, grab your things. Let’s go home.”

You hesitated, still unsure if you could ever face his mother again.

“Don’t worry about her,” he added, as if reading your mind. “I’ll handle it. This is not your battle, okay?”

And just like that, the weight on your chest began to lift. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Hyunjin - two souls refusing to let go of each other.

And you knew, deep down, that you never would.

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nsfw twt links ft. SKZ MAKNAE LINE !

content warnings — twitter links, porn, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, blowjobs/deepthroating, creampie, one headlock, etc.

notes — hihi! sorry for the delay, january is always a crazy month for me so i haven’t had time to get around to any drafts :/ hope y’all enjoy this one! also i promise a real fic is otw, but it’ll take me some time to get it out. anyway, porn links under the cut. 18+ only, mdni!

when you ride jisung the first night he returns from tour, he can’t help but creampie your soaking wet pussy when your tits bounce so prettily in his face ><

jisung can’t stop himself from desperately fucking your mouth when you just look so pretty on your knees for him !

fucking yourself back onto felix’s dick beneath his desk while he tries to focus on winning his match !

felix promises he won’t put it in, content with just fucking your panties while you arch for him, but he can’t hold back when he hears you moan for him <3

seungmin fucking up into your pussy from beneath you when he finally comes home after a long concert !

after teasing seungmin all night, he denies you the privilege of getting fucked and instead roughly fingers your sopping wet heat, veins bulging while he takes his time with you ^^

jeongin headlocking you from behind after a stressful session of dance practice as he pounds into your cunt !

deepthroating jeongin is always a struggle with what your boyfriend is packing <3