#*aggressive mic-drop*

[glittery-ishfish]

Needlessly Long and Dramatic APH Belarus Slander

A/N: Just to clarify, I am NOT at all referring to the REAL COUNTRY of Belarus. The citizens of Belarus are already trying so hard to fight, literally risking their lives, for freedom and national identity. I am not about to ignorantly hold an entire country accountable for what their government and dictator do and have done, especially since people are dying trying to fight for basic human rights.

This is about HETALIA’S Belarus. SPECIFICALLY Hetalia’s Belarus as a PERSON, not as a nation. As I said in one of my first posts, there’s not nearly enough slander of this depiction of Belarus. And when there was, it was for the wrong reasons (“she gets in between me and my ships”). This has been festering inside me and I need to let it all out.

And do keep in mind that this is APH Belarus slander. This is my opinion. It's in the title. Don't like it? Then move on. I don't care, I don't wanna hear it.

And if you stayed, I hope you're ready because I'm about to spill my angry guts out😃👍

Hetalia’s Belarus is a terrible person and a poor, insulting personification of the country.

How?

Let's see, uh…

She bullies, deliberately ignores, and is overall a complete cow to her older sister because she falsely assumes that Russia wants to marry her instead.

Is needlessly hostile and rude to everyone, regardless if they mean well.

Threatens and curses people who disagree with, or even question, Russia because "how dare they have an opinion".

Gets angry when Russia talks to anyone who isn't her, regardless if it’s for professional reasons.

One of the (many, many, many) reasons why Russia doesn’t have any friends is because she scares people off just to have him all to herself.

Blames other people (especially her sister) for Russia's constant avoidance of her rather than reflecting on her own behavior.

Is weirdly contradictory. She’s been shown actively stalking seeking out recruits to ‘become one’ with Russia but gets all ornery and pissy when said recruits are close to him (like, what did you expect??).

Makes Russia’s life more of a living Hell and even curses him when he outright tells her “no”.

Throws violent temper tantrums when things don’t go her way and destroys things.

Has deluded herself into thinking that Russia does want to marry her and dismisses his fearful reactions as stubbornness/“Tsundere behavior”.

Is completely on board with Russia’s desire to take over the world (which she misinterprets as "turn everyone into big brother’s slaves" rather than Russia’s real intentions [as fucked up and naive as they are], "being friends with everyone").

Has been bullying Lithuania since childhood even though he loves her and has repeatedly broken his fingers and legs.

Has been implied to have done questionable things to the Baltics ("Today, I played around with___. It’s interesting to see what expressions he makes when I do such things to him").

Isn’t above hurting animals. Got into a fight with a cat simply because it was “in big brother’s way”.

Has done an impression of the stereotypical "Imōto-chan trope" in an attempt to "persuade" her brother into marriage (I know it's minuscule compared to what I've already mentioned, but the fact that she just blatantly assumes that Russia is the kind of person who would be into that is just...ew).

Held Liechtenstein in a chokehold when asked to interact with her.

Actually likes her authoritarian jackass of a boss and has made a fansite of him (the only other person she’s done this for is Russia, which is saying a lot).

Silent calls people out of spite.

Has stolen, smelled, and worn her brother's underwear on her head as a nightcap.

Takes invasive photos of Russia without his knowledge or consent.

Constantly ruins and/or breaks down Russia's doors.

Leaves scratch marks on Russia's property as a hobby.

Has indecent, sexual fantasies about her brother.

Has used physical force on Russia (ie. crushing his arm) to get him to marry her and showed zero remorse over hurting him.

Has an entire Hetastagram (Instagram) account called ‘Daily Big Brother’, where she praises, stalks, and publicly posts photos of Russia online without his consent (and I’m willing to bet that some of them were the suggestive ones I mentioned earlier).

Overall, not a good person. A brat, even.

Belarus is one of those characters that I adore aesthetically. I love her design (have you seen her in a ponytail?), I occasionally do voice impressions of her for fun and I’m always ecstatic when I discover canon information about her. Hell, I have an entire document dedicated to canon descriptions of her physical appearance just to cosplay her (I’ve been wanting to cosplay Bela for a very long time).

But at the same time I know for a fact that, if I knew her in real life, I would absolutely hate her guts.

I already don't like her as a person, and I know I said this is about her personality specifically, but I especially don't like her as a personification of a country that's already been going through hell just to keep its independence (and it's even more gross and insulting in real life knowing that it's Russia that's out to take away Belarus' national autonomy).

Belarus' obsession with Russia does influence most of her bad traits. He's not, by any means, a good influence.

However, she fails to recognize his many fatal faults and misinterprets what he wants as malicious world domination and enslavement, which she's concerningly more than happy to indulge.

She sees Russia as this idealized, flanderized version of himself. She sees him as something to praise and revere, as this brooding, merciless god-on-earth who's righteous in every way. To put it into perspective, the way she sees Russia is very similar to how the fandom saw him during the 2010s and sometimes still sees him today.

She doesn't really know her brother or even see him as his own person. Sure, she can name every location he's ever been to, is obnoxiously protective of him, and knows his pinky toe turns red when he's embarrassed, but she doesn't know who he is as a person. His likes, dislikes, what he wants, and especially, what he doesn't want. She likes the idea of him and just makes assumptions from there without any input or consent.

Belarus won't acknowledge it, but to her, Russia is essentially a doll. Just a target. An object to keep, project, and force her affection onto.

And this isn't the same as Russia doing harmful things out of a lack of understanding of how the world works. This isn't the same as Russia being cognitively unaware of everyone's fear of him.

No. Bela knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows better than to be doing what she’s doing. But she indulges anyway simply because she lacks impulse control. And from the looks of it, it's deliberate.

And the worst part about all this? She’s never been held accountable for her actions. Not once does someone reprimand her or call her out for her shitty behavior and, if anything, it’s enabled.

Russia can't bring himself to tell her off or get rid of her (out of both familial love and fear), which only makes matters worse since Bela's fanatical dumbass will only assume that his lack of action means that he approves of her behavior.

But it's not like what Russia does matters anyway because if he even tries to put her down (gently or otherwise) and behaves outside of her idealized version of him, she'll just throw a shit fit and make him more miserable. He's forever stuck in this vicious cycle until he's drained from her antics and finally gives in to what she wants.

And the reason(s) why other people let her get away with the shit she pulls is because:

They're also scared of her.

She’s a female nation, and no one tells female nations what to do.

"She’s just so cute!” (PrettyPrivilege™️).

The closest thing she’s ever gotten to a ‘reality check’ was in that 2011 Halloween comic. When Denmark casually brushes off her usual attempts at intimidation.

And laughs to her face for even trying in the first place.

(Denmark, you’re wonderful, don’t ever change)

Belarus is implied to be lonely and has had a rough upbringing like her siblings, leaving her with a pessimistic view of life and relationships. She's tried to break away from Russia once (I imagine her bosses at the time forced her to) and lived with America, who also got tired of her antics and tried to get rid of her as well. This would explain a lot of her obsessive, co-dependent behavior and, by all accounts, is enough to garner some form of sympathy.

However, the reason why Bela is lonely is that she's actively choosing to cling to one person. She pushes all of her projections and issues onto Russia, further isolating him while not giving a single flying fuck over how her actions affect him and those around her.

And even when there are other people who love and care about her unconditionally (for some reason), she’s dismissive and a complete bitch to them. She takes those relationships for granted and only ever indulges them if it serves some sort of benefit to her (usually as a means of getting closer to Russia).

As if the fact that she's indulging in incestuous fantasies isn't bad enough, she's making active attempts to make them a reality and giving no regard over how her target feels. She takes time out of her day to intentionally hurt others who dare to disagree. The fact that there are other people who care about her and want her to be happy means nothing to her. It's painfully frustrating to watch.

Even traits that should be positive (strength and passion) are manifested in negative ways. She's been noted to be talented and has so much potential. But instead, she chooses to waste said potential in favor of being...this.

So long story short, Belarus is the kind of person who will never be happy. Regardless if she magically gets what she wants in the end.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: I absolutely love it when the fandom goes the extra mile to expand on her character. She's shrouded in mystery and could have at least one positive trait for all we know (unfortunately, that reveal's not gonna happen anytime soon).

I typically don't care for headcanons and this is one of the few exceptions. It's a breath of fresh air to see different interpretations of her character.

Man, Belarus. You bring out the worst in people.

And you're not putting in any effort to change that. To be a better version of yourself. Have you any self-respect?

So you must be happy with where you are. And if that's the case, then why should I, or anyone, feel bad?

I guess I see why I should be sorry for you, but I also see no point in wasting sympathy on someone who's content with being a shitty person.

Don't go out of your way to be a petty asshole and this wouldn't happen🤗

So yeah, Hetalia’s Belarus is not just a terrible person, but a poor, insulting personification of the country.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

[nero-neptune]

finally got around to watching that 1985 movie "white nights" and, not to be the gay person making everything a "gay thing", but like. almost every scene with with the two male leads is Strikingly sexually charged, Especially the ones when they're both dancing (and it's a movie about Dancing, so this just keeps happening). yeah, it's the 80s, but you can Feel the insane chemistry through the screen. the long drawn-out eye contact? the teasing remarks? nikolai Constantly checking raymond out? was it all a fun creative decision? like, was All That on purpose or...?? am i supposed to believe that they're just "good friends"?? lmao???

this is the Very Last Shot of the movie. it's not even the first time in the movie they look at each other Like That. (they both have female love interests btw):

anyway. definitely an 80s cold war movie, i'll tell you that!

[fangirl-dot-com]

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all of these were from Pinterest - cause I'm not this funny (I also couldn't wait for the next chapter to come out so here :D)

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Y/n: I’m cool Oscar  Y/n: I’m THEE coolest  Y/n: In fact, I was once arrested for being too cool *puts on sunglasses*  Oscar: The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence. Also, your glasses are upside down. 

Y/n: I have a very specific type  Max: Oh yeah? Like what?  Y/n: Y’know…polite, handsome, athletic…that sort of thing  Arthur (on his fourth energy drink of the day) tripping over camera wires and holding his mic upside down: you little shit eating, damned pathetic piece of shit – now you listen here  Y/n: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one.  Max: *flabbergasted* 

Lando: bet you’re standing in the corner because you’re scared that you’ll get turned down if you talk to anyone  Y/n: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to  Oscar: oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and I’ll believe you Y/n, approaching Arthur: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here?  Arthur: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE  Y/n: perfect  Oscar and Lando: 

Y/n: I brought a red bull  Max: I don’t want a red bull Y/n: I didn’t bring this for you. This is my red bull. Max: then why are you telling me?  Y/n: It’s a conversation starter.  Max: That’s a lousy conversation starter  Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate *sips red bull* 

Y/n: *gently taps table*  Logan: *taps back*  Alex: what are they doing?  George: morse code Y/n: *aggressively taps table*  Logan: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK- 

Lewis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated  Y/n: Killed without hesitation  Lewis: nO!

Y/n: Is stabbing someone immoral?  Mitch: Not if they consent to it.  Max: Depends on who you’re stabbing.  Christian: YES?! 

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.  Y/n: Shit  Logan: Wait, three?  Cop: yeah? Lando: OH MY GOSH OSCAR FELL OFF!! 

Max: Time for plan G.  Liam: Don’t you mean plan B?  Daniel: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.  Y/n: What about plan D?  Daniel: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.  Max: What about plan E?  Liam: I’m hoping not to use it. I die in plan E  Yuki: I like plan E. 

Christian: Did none of you think this was a bad idea?  *Y/n, Max, Charles, and Arthur covered in navy and red paint*  Y/n: Oh no, we all did. We just decided to do it anyway. 

George: (in sunglasses and newest Tommy Hilfiger jumpsuit) *in the most posh accent* I’m too good for revenge  Logan: (covered in bug spray, cowboy hat and overalls on, pumped full of Bang energy drink and high on freedom) *cocks shotgun* Well, I’m not. Give me the name. 

Arthur: So what’s your type?  Y/n: Kinda long blond hair, green eyes, dumb, dimples, funny, really thin waist  Arthur: Huh, that kind of sounds like me! Too bad its not me! Y/n: did I mention dumb?  Arthur: yeah, why?  Y/n: just making sure 

*Over Text* 

Y/n: Hey pretty boy, what’re you up to? :) Arthur: Eating cereal in bed  Y/n: And what would you be doing if I was in bed with you?  Arthur:…I would still be eating my cereal? 

Waitress: And what would you like to eat?  Y/n: I wish to devour the unborn  Fernando: Eggs, she would like eggs 

Y/n: Do you think that when sheep go to sleep they count themselves?  Lando: Or do they count humans?  Y/n: Ooo, that’s a good question  Oscar: GO TO SLEEP 

Y/n to Max: because I am a mature adult  *turns to see Mitch, Christian, and Vito shake their heads*  *turns back to Max*  Y/n: I am an adult 

*Dinner with Max, Y/n, Charles, and Arthur* 

Y/n: The food is too cute, I can’t eat it!  Max:  Charles:  Arthur: You’re cute, but I’d still eat y- Max: ONE DINNER  Charles: *sighs* here we go again  Max: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK  Y/n: Charles, this pasta is also crunchy, I truly can’t eat this 

Ollie: Good night everyone  Arthur: Good night  Lando: Good night  Oscar: Good night  Y/n: good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight, imma fight until we see the sunlight. Tik tok on the clock, but the party don’t stop  Oscar: I’M DONE

George (t-posing in the doorway): Greetings, parental figures and sister figure  *Y/n, Lewis, and Toto walking past*  Toto (not looking up from his coffee): Good morning, problem child 

Christian: You see, Fernando, Y/n is at the age where she only has one thing on her mind  Fernando (noticeably excited): Oh! Oh! Oh! Boys?  Max (looking over at the dead tired rookie with revenge in her eyes as she looks at Esteban): No. Murder. 

Y/n: Hey Liam, want some of this food?  Liam: Sure, thanks!  Yuki (storming in with the anger of the gods): WHO TF ATE MY LEFTOVERS THAT CLEARLY HAD MY NAME ON IT  Y/n: WE did  Liam: You surprisingly smart little mf

Y/n: Never have I ever…Been grounded by my parents!  Arthur (exasperated): Every time. She makes disownment jokes every time and she always wins  Max: Good one Kid. I always go for the ‘never had a dad who supported me.’ Charles: *stands up and walks away* 

Y/n: I’ve only said I love you to four people. Christian, Vito, Arthur, and Max when I thought he died after he wouldn’t respond after a DNF. I only regret one of those  Lando: Which one?  Y/n: Max. He was just pressing the wrong button and walked out a few minutes later. He made me look like an idiot.  Max: I let you win next race   Y/n: still

(Y/n, Logan, Lando, and George trying to sneak into RB for more energy drinks after being banned from drinking more) 

Logan: So what do you think Y/n will do as a distraction? Lando: She’ll probably, like, make a noise  George: Or throw a rock. That’s what I would do  *The door flings open and smoke follows. Screams of mechanics fill the air as they try to extinguish a small fire*  Logan:…Or she could do that. 

Y/n: When I die, donate my entire body to science  Y/n: Except my middle finger, give that to Esteban 

(max and y/n in a horror movie) 

Max: QUICK YOU’RE LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?  Y/n (bleeding out): tall, male, brown hair, dimples, caring, supportive, Monegasque Max: BLOOD TYPE DUMBASS  Y/n: oh  Y/n: (looks down at wound)  Y/n: red 

Lando: I wish we could block people in real life.  Oscar: Restraining order  Y/n: Murder 

Christian: Y/n, we need to talk about your professionalism for media days  Y/n (and a lot of media personelle she rounded up, all standing on chairs): those are some mighty brave words for someone standing in lava 

Y/n (to Max while hiding behind some tires – regretting everything): and then I called him dad  Christian (to Geri – trying not to cry while cameras are everywhere): and then she called me dad 

Max: Christian, look what Y/n got me for father’s day *holds up generic #1 dad mug*  Christian (glaring silently while sipping from his own #1 dad mug)  Max: that lying rookie Vito (holding a worn down #1 dad mug): you guys are late to the party suckers 

Criminals: We have your daughter and son  Toto: I don’t have a daughter and Jack is right here Criminals: then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwiches?  Christian: dear God, you have Y/n and George

 

Mitch: So Christian, you and Geri want to be a parents again someday?  Christian: Someday? We’re parents right now.  Mitch: Y/n is your employee Geri: She is our BLOOD 

Christian: Max is late again  Kelly: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11 Y/n: I wrote a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of 12 Lando: I changed his clock from AM to PM  Christian: I think you may have overdone it  Max (bursting into the garage): WHAT YEAR IS IT? 

Y/n: If I blended Red Bull, five hour energy, monster, coffee, and hot Cheetos into an energy smoothie...would it kill me? Logan: *shrugs* only if you die Y/n (getting out the blender): you're so smart Logan Max (running into the room): y/N STOP!

Lance: I got Netflix like you asked! Y/n: OH that's amazing! I've been mooching off Max's and Arthur's accounts for a while. This will be nice! Lance: Wait, what do you mean accounts? Y/n: Their Netflix accounts? Lance: Y/n: Like their profiles? I wanted one of my own, they're like $12 Lance: Lance:....Oh....You meant the account on the service... Y/n: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Wait...What did you buy? Lance: Lance:....Netflix...

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[ghostscribble]

I hope israel falls🖤🤍💚❤

Also love it how 1 MILLION israelis just fucking run away from their "promised land" as soon as Iran answered THEIR aggression. Pussies all of you. Thats how you know the land is not yours.

Mic drop

[rizsu]

the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

[yeyinde]

in undertow | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

They won’t shut up about why he wears the mask. 

This isn't anything new. You've heard it all before. 

Maybe, then, it's the rookie inside of you still burning to be included, to be acknowledged, accepted, that makes you flick your mic on with a single press of your stupid little finger. Makes you open your stupid little mouth, and say: 

"You're all wrong, boys; he's just keeping my seat warm." 

(a joke at your lieutenant's expense has unexpected consequences.)

part ii

tw: gratuitous smut; unfettered filth; face-sitting: oral - f!receiving; female!reader; male-solo: Ghost makes himself cum whilst drowning in pussy; some plot. kinda. but it’s mostly 7K+ of clownfoolery

notes: Ghost eats pussy like he’s starving. that’s it. that’s all, folks. 

(also, this is so thirsty. this man is making me feral. send help pls)

*bonnie-scottish term of endearment, kinda similar to hen or lass, and is not a name. MC is not named.

  It's not uncommon to tune into a channel on downtime, and hear your Lieutenant being mentioned in some manner or another. 

Ghost is infamous. Legendary. The men in your unit, and the ones you ally up with, are–in equal measure–his biggest fan, and his bitter rival. 

It's all one-sided, of course. If Ghost was any other man, you'd confidently say that he didn't even know who they were, but he isn't. And he does. Which, of course, makes the rivalry all that more bitter, blistering, when he refuses to acknowledge their challenges. 

He proves himself time and time again, and isn't even trying to. 

So, they flex their arms– see, bigger than yours –but he hardly notices, much to their chagrin. 

Sometimes, they'd turn to you–the unofficial arbitrator, a denomination that seemed unanimously decided on by the whole team; Ghost, bemusingly, included–and ask stupid questions:

Who's arms are bigger? Mine, come have a feel, lass. 

Ghost seemed decidedly tolerant of these moments, watching with those dangerous eyes as your hands flexed around the bulk of your teammates' bicep, cooing cloyingly at him. Ooh, working out, I see. Feels like the leg of a fawn!  

Now 'im, they'd say, your heart would warble in your chest.

A strange, off-rhythm pulse that almost hurt. He'd match your gaze when you looked over your shoulder, peering at the imposing man lurking in the midst of everyone else. Firm, steady. Unflinching. He'd hold it, always.

He does that, doesn't he? 

When Ghost looks at you, the air in your lungs dissipates; dissolves into ashes, then into smoke. 

(Sometimes, he stares at you, and it feels like a challenge. Like he's waiting for something.) 

Your smile folds, wan. Lieutenant–

Go on, then! He ain't bigger than me.

It turns several shades of apologetic when you slide up to him, palms spread flat, docile. Walking up to him feels like approaching a predator. Any sudden movements, and he'll have your neck between his jowls. He never would, you know this deep down. But still. 

You, uh, don't have to let me. 

His head would duck down–too tall to look at you without bringing a kink to his neck–and his eyes would waver in the light. Midnight black to charcoal. Smoke. Ash. The same taste in your lungs. 

S'alright. He'd prop his arm up for you, eyes dancing. Best get it done with before these geezers get into a fit.

He doesn't look away. Doesn't break contact. It's intense. Too much. 

You demure.

You're not submissive to anyone. Your teammates, the enemy, politicians–no one makes you break. No one makes your chin lower to your chest, your eyes drop. You can't–not, really. Not here. Not in this world where everyone is looking at you like you're too soft, too vulnerable, to be of any use. When even your teammates slip sometimes, try to carry you despite knowing how capable you are on your own. 

The hurdle you have to fling yourself over just to prove yourself to your teammates, your backers, is a skyscraper. 

They call you Nile –the moniker born from the startling resemblance to the aggressive, territorial crocodiles that live in the water–and you do your best to live up to the comparison. 

You don't shy away from anyone. 

Except him. 

Your eyes fix on your feet. Hands tremble as they slide over the hard muscle of his biceps–firm, unyielding: flesh-covered iron. Your stomach in knots. Chest too tight. 

Ghost's eyes are glued to your face. His muscles flex under your exploratory fingers. Ticking, bulging. His flesh jumps when you touch him. The heat of his skin sear your fingertips, so hot you think it might burn the prints off your hands. 

You both love and hate these moments. 

When hypoxia flashes through your head–dizzying, nauseating–you step back, clear your throat, and stammer out the winner. 

Ghost, always Ghost.

His eyes are shades lighter. Slate-grey, now. Amusement, you think. 

The men around you riot, demanding a rematch. 

(You blame it on testosterone.)

One such occurrence happens to be right now. The comm is clogged with feverish conspiracy theories as to why Ghost wears the mask ranging from the grounded (to conceal his identity–he's a big OP: can't go showing his ugly mug to everyone) to the absurd (he's probably hideously deformed; heard he took a hit to the face–considering what I heard is under there, I'd say he's doing us all a favour), and everything in-between. 

This isn't anything new. You've heard it all before. 

Maybe, then, it's the rookie inside of you still burning to be included, to be acknowledged, accepted, that makes you flick your mic on with a single press of your stupid little finger. Makes you open your stupid little mouth, and say: 

"You're all wrong, boys," you purr, eyes fixed on the weapon you were tinkering with. "He's just keeping my seat warm." 

The line goes pin-drop silent. A poignant shush. It's so eerily, unnaturally quiet on the comm, that you look up, blinking. Was it frozen? 

You glance at the computer, checking the channel to see if you'd changed it by accident. It's on. And–

Open, it says. Open mic. Open broadcast. 

It never occurred to you to check the channel they were using. 

It's not a private one between groups; it's the main one. 

Why would these bellends use the main comm to talk about a man, their superior officer, on the channel he preferred, the one he was always tuned into? 

You pale. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

You blame your stupid little mouth, and testosterone. Mostly, testosterone. 

Maybe, Ghost wasn't listening. Maybe, he –

"Jesus Christ," Soap groans after several agonising seconds. Soap, who was on recon with Ghost. Soap, who was with Ghost. Soap who –

The line falls dead once more. No one says anything. Not even a murmur of how well and truly fucked you are. Then, it crackles again. You jump, tensing. Please be some stupid rookie. Please be someone else. Please don't be–

"Fuckin' hell," comes the brassy timbre, the sandpaper tone scratching your ear. 

You shiver. You're fired. No, no–they can't fire you, you know too much. You're dead. You're–

"Rookie," he barks. You struggle to stifle a whimper. "Report to me when I get back." 

You weakly stammer out a yes, sir, Lieutenant, sir.

"And everyone else – get off the main channel." 

    Nervous would be an understatement. 

It's the crushing weight of utter humiliation, embarrassment, and shame all admixing into an imbroglio of dire consequences looming ahead. Your stomach is in knots. 

There are murmurs of sympathy from the others when they eventually make their way back into the pseudo-compound, but you notice none of it. Eyes fixed on a crack in the concrete. Shoulders up to your ears. Cheeks stained the colour of the Russian oligarch you gunned down the night prior. 

Nile is nowhere to be found. You're no longer the wet-behind-the-ears Rookie, barely of legal age, as you clamber through the ranks in a spiteful, feverish effort to prove yourself. Now, a fully fleshed adult: moulded by your determination and grit to persevere.

You're the little girl pushed to the pavement. Skinned knees, blistered palms. Drenched in rain, and told you're not enough. 

"Fuck me," comes the slurred drawl of Soap. You flinch. 

"Yeah," you agree. 

No words need to be said. You're done. Over. You stroke the barrel of your rifle, and wonder if you'll be forced into an office job, running the numbers, working in a barren cubicle that sinks of fresh paper and ink. The only action comes from Martha's affair with Josh in Finance. 

"Y'know…," he adds, because apparently, some words need to be said. Your gaze flickers toward him. He leans against the metal pillar, arms folded. "Never seen the Lieutenant speechless before." 

You let out a whimper. Fucked, royally, of course–Soap only confirms what you already know. What you've known the moment you looked up, a stupid little smirk on your stupid little face, and saw the meagre amount of respect you clobbered together from your Lonewolf–actions have consequences and if it were you or the mission, don't even bother asking what his choice is Lieutenant being summarily flushed down into the depths. Obliterated because you couldn't keep your stupid little mouth shut. 

Because you heard ugly and deformed and immediately thought of smoke. Ashes. Gasoline. Gunpowder. Firm biceps that leapt at your touch–the only man to do so when you feigned annoyance and reluctantly felt them up–and the velvet steel of his bulk. Your hands didn't fit around the thick of him. It made your head dizzy. Made your heart ache. Heat throbbing between your legs in a way that most men never even accomplished with you spread out and willing. And–

Eyes darker than the ocean, framed by ashen lashes that fluttered when he glanced down at you, brushing over the coal smeared around his face. 

You thought of him–that stupid Cockney mouth and those stupid jokes–and how – how stupid he makes you, and you – 

Stupid.

Full stop. End. Done. Fin. 

Maybe, you can grovel for transfer. Please don't kick me out completely, I've done so much to simply prove myself – more than most of the men here because I've had to, and I don't want to lose it all because I'm–

"Stupid." You spit the word like a curse. 

Beside you, Soap huffs. 

"Ain't the only one, bonnie."

    Shame blisters your cheeks, and the burn of it makes you a coward. Weak. 

You spend the rest of the day idling away in your makeshift quarters (a closet, really) in the compound loaned by the government who requested your aid. Stiff-limbed, you lay back on the cot, and try to commit everything around you to memory. 

Noises from the men downstairs. Chatter and laughter. Loud and raucous. The heady scent of testosterone is thick in the air, mixing with the cloying tang of cigarette smoke, cigars, and the bitter taste of gun oil. Kerosene rich, and stifling. 

The bed is lumpy, but in the middle of nowhere luxury is hardly needed when you're making a massacre of men who want to start a war. It's far more than you'd gotten before. Alvarez jokes, saying at least it isn't the ground. You're inclined to agree. 

Your gear sits in the corner, tightly packed as it had been when you'd first arrived, and dropped it there. You never unpack your things. Experience gives you the foresight to know it's useless, dangerous. Your location can be slipped at a moment's notice. Gunfire ripping through the metal on a whim. 

Ghost never unpacks, either. Soap. Most of the men here don't.

But now you wish you had.

The pile of it feels like an omen as it sits, mocking you; ready to go when you're given the boot. 

You wrench your eyes away from it when the salty burn of tears you haven't shed since Porthmadog rear. It's fine. You clench your fists into tight balls by your side. It'll be okay. You'll get on–your experience and insight make you a desirable name to have; someone lusted after when they needed intel only you managed to wiggle out, and get. Another team will be easy to find once the politicians paying for them read about your exploits. 

On paper, anyway. 

Nile is a name that makes their fingers spasm. 

You, however, are a name that makes them hesitate. 

You'll have to start at the bottom again. Kissing the gravel with your palms once more; struggling to find your foothold along the chossy that wants you weak. Wants you broken, and docile. Obedient. 

Ghost never asked that of you. 

He looked at you, hands curled into half-moons by your side, eyes unwavering as you glared at the man backing the mission, and ground out your accomplishments like you were spitting in his face. 

"I don't know…" he started, hesitating; his eyes flickering down the length of your body. Too small compared to the men they'd seen before you. Too fragile. Giving. 

All at once, you were back in Porthmadog. Salt on your cheeks. In the air. Your throat. Gravel digging into your palms. Broken down into a crushed shell with nothing inside. It was the day you realised you were empty. Hollow. Nothing. Vacant. A vacuum. 

Worthless. 

What good is a man if he has nothing to lose? Ghost speaks for the first time, and your eyes find his through the palpable cloud of rejection. So, what've you got to lose, soldier? 

Soldier. Not girl, not Dame, not Duchess, Princess. Soldier. 

You square your shoulders, eyes blazing. Everything, you vow. All the substance you pushed inside of the barren landscape of who you once were, filling it with purpose, and dignity. A reason to live. A reason to be. Everything. 

His head tipped back. The whites of his eyes were fuller under the flushed lamp on the desk. 

Inside, you could almost glimpse that same emptiness you found when they'd broken you into pieces, and nothing spilt out. 

"A'right." He nods. "Welcome to the team." 

The team. The patchwork family of people far too unhinged to fit into the rest of the world. Names and faces came and went. Many were lost to the effort, to the cause. Time to mourn took place outside of this microcosm when no one was around to see you break. 

You'll miss them. It rings out in the hollow gap between your rib and your heart, an aching sting that has your hands spasming around the sheets to stem the sudden hurt. Fuck, you'll really miss these goddamn idiots. 

And Ghost, too.

The prickly leader who says he'd sacrifice all of you if it meant finishing the mission, but still throws himself into the fire so none of you gets burnt. The man who bites at your heels, snaps at your attempts to get closer, but brushes his fingers along the seam of your arm, chin jerking toward the only closet in the compound where he'd dropped your cot. 

Up there, soldier.  

He's a bastard of the worst kind. Surly, mean, and gruff around the edges, but he's a good man despite what he says. He's a great leader–the best, undoubtedly, that you've ever had. That you will have. 

And you might be a little bit in too deep already. Washed out to sea in the middle of a hurricane, and left floundering as waves crashed over you in the form of a brutal, off-limits affection for a man who keeps everyone at a distance. 

Maybe, this is for the best. Leaving here now, when these feelings are simply tugging at you, and not yet dragging you under. It might be a better alternative than being discovered with your head under the waves, and your lungs filled with salt from the sea. 

It's better this way, then. 

    The call comes hours later. The compound is empty. Silent. Your comm rings, and it feels like a guillotine being hoisted into position. 

Right. 

You haul yourself out of the cot, and go meet your end. 

    You will yourself not to demure under the heavy slate of his eyes, but it's futile. You wilt, pathetically submissive to this behemoth of a man. Face downcast, shoulders hunched. 

"Let's not fuck about, alright?" the gritty timber of his voice makes your chest shudder. 

You nod. Sharp, and deep. Dutiful soldier. You brace yourself for it. He won't draw it out. He isn't the type. 

But you falter when his hands tug on the end of his mask. 

"Keepin' it warm, huh?" He asks, but you know by the tone alone that it's rhetorical. 

"Sir, I–" you falter, stammering into a terse silence. What excuse do you have? 

"Well," he asks, lifting his head. Eyes brand your body. The command is clear. "Aren't you comin' to take your seat, Rookie?"

You sputter. Shattering. The world as you know it flips on its axis. Upside down and wrong. 

It's a joke. It has to be. A cruel one. A bad dream that will leave you in aching shambles when you wake, stealing with it a piece of yourself that you'll never reclaim. Another etch in the exterior of who you are. A fracture. 

"S-sir–," you gasp, choking on the word when his hands lift, pulling up the bottom of his mask until a full, pink mouth is revealed to you. "What–"

"It's gettin' cold, now." 

Seeing him speak is blindsiding. You're so used to painted jowls moving, a mockery of bared, white teeth, and a warped jawbone. This is – this is too much. This is – 

Not good. 

Ghost doesn't seem bothered at all when he settles, leaning on the back of the desk, eyes burning through you. Bulging forearms cross over his massive chest. The ripple of ink flexing, breathing, with his impatience that thrums in the air like a heartbeat. 

"Best hurry up." His tongue–his fucking tongue; blood-red and wet –flicks out, gliding over chapped lips.

"Lieutenant–," his title is a strangled wince from the depths of your bewilderment, flavoured with uncertainty. "This is–is a joke, yeah?"

His head tilts. "Do I look like the joking type?"

And that's such a misleading question. So utterly stupid, you choke a little on a bark of hysterical laughter. 

"How am I supposed to answer that?"

"Or were you joking, soldier?" 

The breath sucked in between clenched teeth is audible. 

"Fuckin' hell," he rasps in response. "Then stop muckin' about and get over here if you want it."

If you want it. 

He addresses the power imbalance by placing the choice in your hands. By giving you the freedom to decide what to do with this. Take the step, or leave his office, and never speak of this moment again. 

If you stay– sit on his face –you're not entirely sure how you'll handle being around him afterwards. Will it be a–a thing? A one-off? 

And could it just be a one-time thing for you? Once you have him so intimately, can you forget it, move on? Go back to the pining. The slow descent into an inescapable chasm where you have feelings– blasphemous –for your Lieutenant. For Ghost.

But could you just walk away from this? 

You don't know. Neither question has a clear answer, and you're once again treading frothing waters. Left to sink or swim all on your own. 

Ghost says nothing while you mull it over, but there's a weight in his gaze that makes your stomach prickle with want. A heaviness inside the inky black of his stare that makes your thighs squeeze together, pussy aching with need. 

The choice is pretty obvious.

Your hands drop to your trousers, fingers peeling off the buttons. 

For once, your eyes never leave his. 

For the first time, Ghost is the one to look away. 

His tongue slides out again when you wiggle out of your pants, thumbs crooked in the band of your panties, until you're bared before him. Your trousers pooling at your ankles. Panties caught on your calves. 

His swallow is a gunshot. It clicks in his throat. 

"Christ, Princess." 

You step out of them, licking your lips. "No muckin' about." 

His eyes darken at your words. "Get the fuck over here, then." 

"Is that an order?" 

"Affirmative, soldier."

With your approach, he sinks to his knees on the floor, eyes only for you. His breath is haggard when he catches a glimpse of your cunt when you're less than an arm length away from him, eyes fixed on your mound. 

"M'gonna touch you, now." His head lifts, stare bores into you. 

The brass in his voice makes your belly tingle, makes heat bloom inside of you. It has you whimpering your consent, and the moment it leaves your throat, his hands–fever hot and rough–are on you. 

They settle, heavy and firm, on your hips, pulling your stomach into his face. The plastic of his mask digs into your skin when he presses his covered nose above your mound, breathing in deeply. 

His eyes flutter shut. Ashen lashes brush over the bulge of his mask where it sits, piled up, on the bridge of his nose. You want to reach out, and touch. Slip your fingers through his hair. Cup his jaw. You want to press your mouth against his, and taste the flavour of his tongue. You want, you want – 

His eyes snap open. Black holes. Unfathomably deep, and quivering around the edges. 

"C'mon, Princess," his voice sounds like it was wrenched through barbed wire, smokey and thick. "Kept it nice and warm for you." 

You can't stop the shiver that rockets down your spine at his tone, dark and primal. He looks at you, and you feel like a meal. A lavish banquet in face of a man starved. 

"Fuck, Ghost–" you moan, your hips jerking in his hold. 

"Simon," he rasps, tongue flicking over to taste the skin of your mound. You feel the knick of teeth, grazing and blunt, and it almost wrecks you. He hadn't even started, and your knees are practically knocking together; cunt dripping slick down your thighs. 

His hand glides down the curve of your flesh until he meets the seam of your legs. "Spread 'em, pet. I wanna see your pretty cunt." 

Fuck–

Your knees quiver, almost giving out under you at the base tone, drenched in the slick coil of want, hunger. He's there, hands firm and unyielding on your body, a low chuckle falling from his lips when he catches the shake in your legs. 

"Little fawn is just achin' for it, ain't you?" 

"Please, Simon –" he pulls your thighs apart, peering at the apex where your glistening sex is waiting for him. 

He buries his head in your belly, groaning at the sight of you–all pretty and pink for him, and so wet he can see where it leaks out, drenching your flesh. 

"Fuck, pet," he grinds the words out from between clenched teeth, inhaling deeply as if he can't get enough of your scent. "You're gonna make a mess outta me, aren't you?" 

You've never heard him sound so excited before. The tremble in his voice is enough to keel you over, sending you toppling down into an inescapable abyss where his eyes brand your flesh, and his mouth devours you whole. 

Your hands fall to his shoulders. The plea you utter is painted in the colour of desperation, and it makes his eyes flutter again, makes them spume with that white-hot desire, that dark promise of how much he's going to ruin you. 

He takes one last breath, nose pushed against the bottom of your mound, as close to your pussy as he can get, and he moves. 

One of the things you've never really understood was how a man so massive managed to move the way he did. Agile, lithe. Like his body was elastic. Liquid. 

He's on the floor, mask pulled up high until his nose and mouth are bared to you, and then he's beckoning you forward with a crook of his finger. His eyes burn like wildfires when you tremble down beside him–all of your honed, practised grace dissolving into nothing with just a flick of his too-red tongue wetting his lips for you. 

You fumble, pussy clenching with the thought of having his mouth on you–soon, so soon; and yet, not nearly quick enough–and settle before him, kneeling by his head. 

"C'mon," he snarls, the bite in his tone blistering. 

It has you whimpering, cunt spasming at the urgency, the impatience, in your once-cold leader. Distant, unshakable. You've never seen him so eager, nearly driven mad by the frustration of not already having your weeping slit on him, the taste of you on his tongue. 

You've never sat on someone's face before. When you tell him this, his eyes shudder, blunt teeth digging into his lower lip to keep the filthy groan from rolling out. 

You can't say shit like that, he grouses, his hands gripping your hip, pulling you closer. 

He helps you settle over him, thighs spread over his head, ass resting on his chest.

His eyes are glued to your cunt as it opens up for him. 

There is a war raging inside of you, one that taints the room with the scent of ichor. It fuels you, makes you bite your lip, coy and playful, and notch your knees further apart until you're bared, fully, to him. Fingers slipping over the hem of your shirt, hiking it up so he can see all of you. Teeth sink into the end of it, keeping it up as your hands drop–one to your covered nipple, the other to your soaked pussy. Two fingers glide over your mound, your clit sitting in the V. You spread them slowly, splitting your folds apart. 

Your cunt pulses with the vibrations of his chest as he groans again, low and deep, at the sight of you spread out before him. A breath away from his lips. 

It feels like a battle when his hand grips your flesh until it bubbles between his fingers. You'll be bruised when he's finished–a mosaic of black and blue and purple and yellow; a palette startlingly similar to his own–and it's the notion of his mark on your body, the proof of that his indomitable man, this untouchable entity, was between your thighs, gazing at you as if he wanted nothing more than the pink folds of your swollen slit on his tongue. 

You shiver. Pleasure stroking through your body as your knuckles graze your clit. 

You're not submissive to anyone–can't afford to be in this world–and you feel the swell of that intoxicating confidence return to you, the incipient spume of what made them liken you to an apex predator, one who hunted human men for sport pooling inside of you. 

Does he see it when his lids lift, eyes seeking yours instantly. Does he read in the list of your head? The flutter of your lashes. You drop your shirt. Your hand falls to the side of his face, the brush of his skin on your fingertips somehow more intimate than this. He's warm. Feverish. You burn, too. 

"Is my seat ready?" You purr, belly filling with victory when his eyes twitch, lowering back to your aching cunt. 

"Always," he grunts, a soft sound polluting the word with the noxious promise of more.  

You shudder, panting, now as you rock forward onto your knees, arched over his mouth. 

Ghost's hands settle on the outside of your spread thighs, fingers gripping your flesh. He tugs, harsh and demanding, and you quickly settle, body turning into malleable polymer in his burning hands. He manoeuvres you until your pussy is right where he wants it, eyes flickering up, catching your glossy gaze. He holds it, lashes fluttering as he inhales, deep and long, and then breathes it out through his mouth, warm breath ghosting over your exposed, slick cunt. 

"Well?" He drawls, the word nearly shredded and raw when it slips out of his throat. "You gonna take your seat, pet?"

You shudder again, shoulders tensing so tight, it aches. Pet. Pet. Pet. Fuck – 

"Yeah," it's a whisper, a gasp. Needy and quivering. 

Your hand moves from his face, fingers chilled without his warm skin against them, and you settle it on the desk beside you, muscles in your thighs straining as you slowly position your sopping wet cunt over your Lieutenant's waiting mouth. 

His lips brush the seam of your pussy, and the groan he lets out rumbles over your flesh. Liquid pleasure blooms. He hasn't even touched you yet, and you're already aching for release. Already inching toward that precipice. 

When you're close enough, he pulls; glueing you to his mouth. He wastes no time before diving in. 

His tongue laves over your drenched folds, dipping inside your swollen pussy to dance over your aching clit, your throbbing hole. You press your wrist to your mouth, biting down hard to stifle the moans that threaten to spill out–somehow more taboo than having your Lieutenant eating your pussy out like he's starved for it. 

Pain blooms on the fat of your ass cheek, your surprised gasp swallowing the sound of his hand smacking your flesh.

"I want to hear you," he growls into your cunt, wrecked and drunk off your taste. His words are slurred, accent thick and heavy. Almost incoherent. 

His eyes are pits. Little black holes. The pupil completely eclipsed his irises. Desire spumes. 

When you pull your hand away, settling it on the corner of the desk instead, he flashes his approval, and then buries his face back into you. His tongue is demanding as it licks over your folds, circling your throbbing clit. 

Liquid pleasure seeps from the tip of his tongue to the base of your spine, where it pools into a molten puddle of bliss. It's good. No, it's better than that. It's –

Your head drops back, hips rutting into his mouth, chasing that euphoria his tongue brings when it toys with your flesh, then slips down, pushing into your drenched, fluttering hole. He fucks you with just the tip, groaning when your hips cant into his face, smearing your wetness all over his chin, jaws. He'll be drenched in your slick by the time this is over. 

He's still your superior. Still your boss, technically, but fuck –

Your hand drops from the desk, sliding into the fabric of his mask until a fistful sits in your grasp. A tug makes his eyes snap open, darting up to meet yours. Is this okay? you want to ask, but the question is swallowed by the filthy groan he lets out into your cunt when you pull a little harder, accidentally snatching the hair beneath.

It's good, then. You pull a little more. His mouth drops, panting into you. 

You whine when he stops, hips bucking into his mouth. "Please, please, don't stop–"

"Fuck, Princess," he slurs. "That's it. Ride my face, c'mon."

You're a good soldier. So, so good. You could never deny a command from your superior officer. 

It's clumsy at first–hesitant. A slow roll of your hips, too afraid of smothering your Lieutenant, and having to fess up to being the one to murder him with your cunt keeps you from pushing your core into his face, taking your pleasure. You want to, though. Want to so bad your thighs quiver with the effort of holding back. 

The room is filled with the sticky slick sounds of your sopping centre dragging over his eager mouth. Breathless pants spill from your throat at the obscene pleasure that burrows into your core. 

And his groans. 

God, his noises are enough to make you whimper. Filthy growls into your aching pussy as he eats you up, as if he can't get enough of your taste. As if he's parched and your wetness is the first drink he'd had in years. 

It rumbles through the slick, softness of his tongue, and straight into your clit. The vibrations make your head numb, fuzzy, until you're stupid off the way he devours you whole. 

"Fuckin' hell," he breathes into you–voice reverent as his molten tongue slips inside again, as if he can't get enough of it. "Gimme this pretty lil'pussy. C'mon… yeah, that's it…"

His voice is muffled when your hips rock faster against him, but the praise in his tenor has you shamelessly bucking into his mouth, against his tongue. The sounds wrenched from your throat are wonton, and needy, a breathless plea for more. Fuck, so much more –

His tongue parts your folds, gliding through the drenched slick until he's pressing the tip into your aching hole, splitting you apart. It pushes into you–quick flicks, a pistoning motion; a facsimile of what you want his cock to do to you so badly. It has you keening. Has you riding his face, unbothered whether or not he suffocates between your thighs so long as he keeps doing what he's doing with that sinful fucking tongue that has you singing, has your eyes rolling back in your head, reaching so far you can see the cosmos. 

It's a deep, toe-curling pleasure. The dangerous kind–the one that teases, that makes dark promises against your core about how badly it'll mess you up, get you hooked on the taste of it, and then absolutely delivers. The kind of bliss that has your stomach clenching, roiling with molten heat that happens too fast, you barely have enough time to warn him before you're begging for it, whining for the thickness of his tongue inside of your throbbing cunt. 

His fingers bruise your thighs when they grip your flesh between his fingers, dragging your puffy, drenched pussy over his mouth to suckle on your aching clit until Nirvana flashes behind your eyelids. A whiteout so divine, you nearly slip into him when your knees give out. 

His responding grunt sends pleasure blistering through your core when you lose yourself in the rasp of his tongue sweeping over your weeping slit. 

Ghost's hand leaves your thigh as you tremble through the shockwaves sputtering out, leaking molten bliss through each synapse, each nerve, until you're moaning, shameless and desperate with the release that bludgeons through you.

The world dissolves into white noise. The buzz of it rings in your head as you break apart, ground, once more, down to atoms and molecules that burst with the undulating wave of molten euphoria that drags over you. 

The white static in your head fades in a gradual ebb and flow as the world slowly pieces itself back together again. 

His mouth hasn't stopped. 

He rides you through it all, tongue laving over you as you clench around nothing but the phantom thought of how good his cock would feel inside of your soft, fluttering walls. 

You pant, heaving for air, and grip the edge of the desk tight when his insistent licks become too much. 

"Simon," you whine, but he doesn't stop. He doesn't slow. 

His tongue drags through your folds, thrusting back into you. You clench around the thick muscle, whimpering as whips of pleasure spark through your core once more. 

It's too much, too intense; the pleasure is battered into you until you're forced to accept it, forced to take the bliss he flicks into you with a quivering gasp, and trembling thighs. 

He's not done with you. The taste wasn't enough. 

You lean back, almost desperate to get away from that greedy mouth that consumes you, but the slick sound from behind you makes you pause. 

Pleasure rolls through you again; a molten pulse of agonising want, pulling taut and snapping against you like a rubber band. 

He's touching himself. 

To the taste of you. To the feeling of your pussy drenching his face. 

Fuck. Fuck –

You peer over your shoulder, whimpering when you catch sight of his furious strokes over his hard, weeping cock. The tip is flushed blood-red, leaking spend all over the mushroomed head, and down the long, thick length of him. Your thighs snap together, knees pressed taut to his ears. 

He grunts into you but doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. His tongue fucks into you at the same pace as his almost brutal strokes. Thick prepend puddles around the base of him, soaking his trousers, his hands. His fist. 

"Fuck, Simon," you purr, too blissed, too far gone, to think properly. "You're so big." You grind down against him, eyes fixed on his hand. "I want you inside me. I want you fuck my pussy with your fat cock–"

He makes noises against you that sound like a wounded animal–low bellows into your swollen lips, groans of a starving man–and his relentless devouring of your cunt has your belly fluttering with the lashing of pleasure spooling in your core. It's everything–the hungry sounds he makes as he consumes your taste; the furious, almost desperate way he fists his throbbing cock in his hand, hips jerking into the tight seal of his palm as if he was imagining how the clutch of you would feel around him. 

He could have taken his pleasure in reciprocity. Had you on your knees, sucking him off until he came down your throat. He could have bent you over the desk, and fucked into you like he so clearly wants. 

He could've had you any way he wanted; he put you in any position he desired, and you would have gone willingly, eagerly. 

But he doesn't. 

His mouth glues to you like he can't get enough, like he doesn't want to stop, and he takes his pleasure from the taste of you alone. 

It's –

It's so agonisingly hot. 

The mask is rough between your fingers when you grip it tight, rolling your hips against his mouth–a tease of how you would ride him if he let you–and the sight of him, hips battering into his hand when you move, sinful groans whispered into your slit, sends you plunging into those depths once more. 

It takes you by surprise: the orgasm is ripped from you, stolen by the sight of his cock twitching, spitting out ropes of cum all over his hand, his stomach. 

You keen, toes curling as he squeezes every last drop out, panting into you as he rides himself through it, nose pressed taut to your raw clit, swollen and so sensitive it hurts. 

He grounds out your name, a wrecked whisper into your pulsing slit, and the sound of it has your head dropping, gaze cresting down to gaze at him. 

Simon's eyes are lidded. Heavy. All black. Endlessly so. They flicker up, as if he can feel your stare, and the glazing of pleasure in those slate-grey eyes makes you lose your footing once more, hurtling over the edge of a precipice too steep to climb out of.  

A chill grazes your spine. Fuck. You're fucked. You're absolutely, utterly, irrevocably fucked. 

    He's a mess, absolutely drenched. Slick with your wetness, and covered in his own cum. 

You hate how enticing he looks.

You sit on the ground, knees pressed together, watching him as he cleans up, wiping his hand on his shirt, and then dragging the hem up to his mouth. 

The muscles in his thick abdomen make you squeeze your thighs together, a low throb brimming up at the sight of his inked, bulky flesh. Fuck. He's good-looking. Maybe. You only saw a peak of his face. A glimpse of his chest. But God, it's enough. 

He could be a troglodyte under there, with just a handsome chin, and full pink lips, a long, curved nose, and you wouldn't care. 

You'd gladly sit on his ugly mug any day. 

He releases the bottom of his filthy shirt, and tugs the ends of his mask down. You wonder if he still smells you under there. If it whets his appetite as much as the thought of it does yours. 

There are things you want to say, questions you want to ask, but they slip, reluctant, and–for the first time since Porthmadog– fearfully into the recesses that broke open when you'd said those stupid words. When you came face to face with the hideousness of wanting a man who wasn't allowed to want you back. 

Simon– Ghost, now; Lieutenant–is an amalgamation of every bad decision. He's wrong and off-limits personified. 

It's not that he's a bad man. Far from it. If there were any good men left in this world, then he was undoubtedly one of them. 

But he's an illicit drink. Ambrosia. A forbidden elixir. 

He's a man you're not allowed to want—a man you're not allowed to touch, to covet, to need. 

It's all moot. Rendered out into ashes, dust. You can't have him. 

You turn away when he straightens out. Ghost has the uncanny ability to read you unlike anyone else. He'll see this moment of weakness when your defences are in shambles. 

"Y'alright?"

Your chest thunders at the rawness in his voice. "Y-yeah…"

"Good," he murmurs, hands falling to his sides, shoulders straight. 

You pull yourself together. Try to, anyway, but it's hard when he's staring at your sticky thighs when you shakily stand up, and wrench your pants on. 

"Hey," he calls, softer than you'd ever heard him speak. It makes you tense; the blistering sting of rejection is already there in the periphery. 

"Yeah?" 

He's quiet for a moment, and you risk a peek over your shoulder. It's –

Well. 

It's fleeting. There for a second, and then gone the next. Barely a flicker. Had you not spent a whole year in the desert with him dodging scorpions, and men with machine guns and a lust for blood, you might have missed it. 

But it was there. You saw it in passing. 

His resolve seals over the fissure. His eyes are blown black and distant. 

"We move out tomorrow." 

You respect the fact that he doesn't press, doesn't push. He doesn't ask if you're good, if you're okay. Doesn't try to hash things out when you have death looming over you in a few short hours. He compartmentalises. Draws a thick delineation in the sand, and picks a side. Instant. Effortless. 

Right. 

Your fist quivers. You shove it in the pocket of your trousers. 

When you look up, the gleaming gaze of a crocodile lurking in the murky waters stares back. 

"Roger that, Lieutenant." 

And you leave. It's simple. Effortless. 

(Another hole in the veneer. Nothing leaks out.) 

    A week later, and the world around you is at peace once more. Mission: successful. 

You keep your feelings a tightly guarded secret, and tuck them inside your ribs for safekeeping, unwilling to let them go quite yet. 

You're a dutiful soldier. A professional. You look him in the eye, and don't flinch. You face the men around you, and pretend you don't know what Ghost sounds like when he grunts your name in pleasure. He, in turn, acts as if his breath doesn't carry the taste of you. As if you don't linger behind his front teeth; piquant and damning. 

It's a dance. 

The choreography is new, but the rhythm is the same. You follow the beats, and let him lead you around the ballroom until the cracks inside have been plastered over. Something normal settles–or, rather: something as close to normal as you can get when you can still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin. 

Soap looks on with something a bit too keen in his eyes, but mercifully says nothing at all. He isn't the type to pry–least of all when it comes to Ghost. 

The others pick at it like a scab, watching it peel and bleed for their amusement. To them, nothing happened. You got reamed out, reprimanded, and that's all. A slip of the tongue; a joke gone too far. It's nothing new. Stuck in a foreign country with men trying to kill you at every corner, tempers fly. Fists, too. 

When the dust settles, all is forgotten. New again. 

They hear you call out to Ghost over the comm, and when he responds back–tone pinched and gruff like it always is–they know it's done. Dealt with. 

Sometimes, they mock you. 

Never in front of him, of course: not when the last man to do so, tapping his chin with a toothy grin, and a singsong, gotta seat for you right here, doll falling from his lips, was met with the brunt of his Lieutenant's anger. Scathing words that slash, deadly and sharp, pointed enough to vivisect a man clean through the gut. 

"I hope you have a brain in your skull to use instead of just that tiny pecker in your trousers, because if that's the only one you got, I think it's safe to say we're all fucked, aren't we?"

And with that, it's over. Done. 

The world goes back to shades of espionage and counterterrorism. Games of poker between putting a bullet in a man's head. A drink after cutting the throat of a shady politician. Drenched in blood. Dressed in metals. 

When the mission finishes, you find yourself staring at your bags already packed up in the corner, and wonder if you'll ever unpack them one day. 

(You wonder if he ever will, either.)

It's Soap who knocks on the door. "Wheels up in twenty." 

"Roger." 

Soap doesn't usually linger, but today he hesitates. 

You lift your chin and meet his pinched expression. 

"Alright, bonnie?"

The bags mock you. Filled to the brim with things that should be a necessity, but haven't been used in years. It's bursting. Chock full. Pushed to its mettle. And yet, decidedly empty at the same time. 

A picture of what you do, what you are. 

Your head lists to the side. "I think so." 

His nod, too, is sharp and deep. A soldier, a brother in arms. 

"Hey… you, uh… what did you mean by–um." You falter. It's your turn to hesitate. 

"What?" 

"Before, you know… with Ghost." 

The confusion slips deftly into understanding. And then a distinct grimace. "Why?" 

"Curious, is all."

There is a weight in his stare, too, but it's different from your Lieutenant's. Less intense. Invasive. Soap looks at you like you're an idiot. A wet-behind-the-ears rookie nursing a crush on the one man who is firmly off-limits. And really, that's what you are, in a sense. 

In that single degree of separation, you think you find the substance you were looking for all along. You think it's been there the whole time. Mocking you like the bags in the corner. Untouched. Unnoticed. Waiting. 

You suck in a breath at the thought. 

It's not enough. Not yet. You need to know–

You do what you’re good at. You gather the intel.

Soap shakes his head. An imperceptible movement, almost missed. 

But you catch it. 

"Bonnie," he says, heavy. His shoulder sags against the door frame. Then he sighs. Shakes his head. "There are very few people out there that can distract him from a task. From a mission." 

Your heart is in your throat, featherlight. The wings of a small bird preening its plumage. 

Your breath shudders out of you. 

Mission, you think–

"Better know what you're gettin' into."

You smile, wide and bright. Bigger than any you'd carried with you in Porthmadog. "I think I do."  

    He always sits alone on the plane unless he needs to go over the game plan, or discuss positions with others. Head always turned. Eyes shuttered, fixed out the window. 

He never looks up. Never moves. 

You think about that thing you saw. The vague glimmer in his eyes. It's the bolstering confidence you need, the one that carries you. 

What good is a man if he has nothing to lose? It propels you forward–a mantra, a gospel–and you use it, now, in this sleepy jet that reeks of men, gunpowder, and sweat. They're all riding high on the success of a victory–one with no casualties on your side: a rarity–and most of them are out cold, or blubbering over finally going home to their family. 

It's an earned break. Deserved. 

You don't know what to do with it. Where to go. Home hadn't felt like home since you sunk your palms into the pavement, and stained the gravel with your blood. Years on the move, living in the shadow, has reduced the idea to a whim, an evanescent thing. You don't quite mourn its loss, but you miss the compunction that used to sit low in your belly when you turned your back to the place, and shouldered your duffle bag. 

Now, it's just another city on the list of many. 

His head lifts when you approach. Your heart stammers, featherlight, and heavy as a paperweight. 

You find his eyes over the pews that separate you. 

Slate. Charcoal. Black holes.

You wonder if he'll tear you apart if you get too close. 

Your fingers ache to find out. 

"Rookie," he grouses, hoarse from the meagre sleep the night prior. It's a bland acknowledgement in itself, but his look alone belies the nonchalance in his greeting. There's a question there. 

You have one, too. 

The sun crests over the plane when it rises, drenching him in ochre. Your smile feels a little too full and a touch too wobbly, when it quirks on your lips. 

His shoulders ease. Eyes drop, lidded and heavy. Unguarded, disarmed, for the first time in years. 

You think if he could, he'd be smiling, too. 

"Is this seat taken?" 

[fairyofhee]

WHAT YOU NEED | l.heeseung

PAIRINGS. heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. when you caught your boyfriend cheating, his best friend aka your roommate suggests to get revenge by asking you to fuck him. you refuse at first, but then the idea excites you. okay you weren’t actually going to fuck your roomie, you were just going to lie. but the problem was that your boyfriend asked for proof and now you had to make a sex tape with someone who you weren’t sexually attracted to.

WORD COUNT. 13.8k

GENRE. smut, unrequited love, best friend’s girlfriend, slight fwb, roommates to lovers, angst, hurt, bickering, naive people, heeseung is a bit cocky, slight perv!hee, college fic, jealousy

WARNINGS. 18+ only; MINORS DNI. profanity, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), protected sex, blindfolding, filming porn, slight drunk driving

“Bro what the fuck?” Heeseung yelled through his mic. He was playing his video games and continued for a while until his body jumped to the sound of the front door slamming. It was always quiet in the apartment, especially at night, so he immediately paused the game to check out the sudden sound outside his room.

“Uh I’ll be right back guys,” he said to his friends before taking off his headset and exiting his room.

Heeseung walked towards the only shared space in the apartment with both hands in each of his pockets and finds you aggressively washing dishes in the kitchen.

You knew he was present in the room but you didn’t say a word or look at him once. “What’s up with you?” he said with a judgmental tone.

“Now’s not the time Heeseung,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for his attitude and remarks. Heeseung placed both hands atop the kitchen countertop, carefully watching you pour cereal into a bowl that you had just washed.

You felt his eyes set on you, you figured that he could sense your uneasiness, but you didn’t bother to care.

“Hey,” he lowered his upper body to meet your height and narrows his eyes at you, noticing your eyes all red and puffy. “Have you been crying?”

Your lip quivered as you quickly wiped some tears that were a bit dry in your eyes. “No,” you scoffed, voice cracking lowly.

His brows quirked up, he’s never seen you like this before. “What happened?” he softly asked.

Your head drops to let out the tears that you’ve been holding in soon as the question left his mouth. You cover your face with a hand, feeling ashamed sobbing in front of your roommate that you perhaps only talk to about three times a day.

The urge to keep it all in was very hard for you, of course, because yesterday after meeting with your professor to ask a question about an assignment, you caught your boyfriend in the parking lot with his hand gripped around some girl’s ass then opening his car door to let her in. God knows where they went or what they did.

You didn’t call or text to confront him because a big part of you was in denial, since it’s been two years of being healthy with each other. You guys never fought, argued, or lied. When you went home yesterday, you told yourself to wait until he was going to be honest and tell the truth. Your gut churned last night when he never called or texted.

You ignored what you saw yesterday, and today, you left a couple of text messages to him, asking about his whereabouts and if you were going to see him around school today. He left a message that didn’t even sound like it was sent from him.

[5:42 pm] jeongin: i got sick sorry for not answering.

You tightly held onto this hope that he would be honest, but instead you felt like you just got hit with the biggest brick of reality when he didn’t. Your boyfriend is obviously cheating on you.

Not able to hold the heartbreak and pain any longer, you were now letting go of everything you have felt for the past two days. Hot tears streamed down your face and you squeezed your eyelids shut in hope that the tears would stop.

It felt odd, having a tightening of your throat and a short intake of breath while in the kitchen of your apartment. Gut-wrenching sobs tore through your chest and it was painful to see you like this.

Heeseung stood frozen in his place fighting the urge to pull you into his embrace and let the torrent of your tears soak through his shirt. He knew there were clear unspoken boundaries between you guys. You both were respectful to each other’s space so pulling you close for a hug and touching you felt like a risk to him. But wanting to calm you down, he took the risk and stood behind you to gently rub your back as his sign of comfort.

Much to his surprise, you didn’t disregard his touch. No, you didn’t mind Heeseung’s comfort since he’s your roommate, however, it’s an unusual sight to see because you guys know almost nothing about each other. You only knew that he’s a slight asshole and smartass who can cook well, but likes to leave his wet clothes in the laundry for hours. He only knew that you’re a busy prestigious student who’s dating his best friend.

Whenever your boyfriend would come over and Heeseung invited his friends, you had no choice but to hang with them, because yeah, your boyfriend didn’t want to leave you alone in your own place. It was a pretty normal occurrence that happened about once a week. You didn’t mind these hangouts, but you didn’t have much fun either, watching boys play video games and drink.

These hangouts were also a way to get to know Heeseung more — someone you had to live with because you needed a cheap place to stay and your boyfriend suggested to live with his best friend. But all Heeseung did during these hangouts was tease you, saying things like:

“Y/N shouldn’t you be studying?” or “Isn’t it your bedtime Y/N?”

To this day, you don’t know if he’s just putting up a strong front and trying to be funny in front of his friends or if he is actually immature and a dick. Though, he only teased you because he liked the comments you would say in return. Based on these hangouts, there was still much to learn about each other.

You felt Heeseung’s hand removed from your back when you’ve calmed down with his help. after steadying your breath back to normal and wiping your tears, you turned around to see him handing you a glass of water.

“Thank you,” your words almost come as a whisper. Heeseung pats your head while gazing at the round sad eyes formed on your face. He stood for what it felt like minutes, waiting for you to spill what happened, but he knew you guys weren’t close enough to tell each other what was going on so he stepped away to head towards his room.

“Jeongin cheated on me.” You blurt out, stopping Heeseung in his tracks. You watched as his face turned baffled at your words. “He wouldn’t do that,” he derides, in much denial just as you are.

“Of course you would say that,” you sneeringly laugh, “He’s your best friend.”

He shook his head without thought, “Nah, we haven’t been friends for a while.” Your face then makes the same baffled face that Heeseung just had. “But you guys seemed cool last week when he came over,” you protest in a disbelieving tone.

Heeseung sits on the chair in front of the kitchen island countertop while you were faced across from him, taking a bite of the cereal that was now soggy. “He told me to act cool in front of you,” he watched your face as it became more quizzical.

“We’re not anymore because he was getting insecure that I’m living with you.”

Your tongue flicks the roof of your mouth. You were dumbfounded at your boyfriend’s sudden change of feelings. “But he was obviously okay with it when I moved in,” you whined, still in disbelief. “I mean, wasn’t he the one who told me to live with you?”

“You moved in a year ago,” Heeseung remarked. “I think his feelings have changed.”

Yeah his feelings for me, you mentally say. It was somehow quick, but you weren’t in denial anymore. You were angry that he threw away two years for somebody else, and the way that he didn’t communicate his feelings of insecurity and decided to befriend Heeseung for simply living with you added to that anger built inside.

You exhaled in irritation while also feeling a bit sorrowful that Heeseung lost his best friend. “You never told me,” you murmur in a sympathetic tone. “Yeah, because we only talk about groceries or if rent is paid on time,” he laughs, taking the situation more lightly that you’d thought.

“I don’t think he would cheat on you Y/N,” he wholeheartedly believed. “Before our fallout, he would ask me every night to check on you to see if you made it home safe. I found it fucking annoying because he should be the one to text you,” he was irritated just thinking about it. “But I knew he did it because he cares.”

You appreciate Heeseung’s way of trying to make you understand but yes, your boyfriend’s feelings have changed. “You didn’t see what I saw Heeseung,” you stress your incredulity. “His hand was on someone’s ass and they went somewhere to probably fuck,” you raised your voice emphasizing your outrage.

Heeseung took note of your anger and pondered for a moment while trying to hide his stare at you. “Do you wanna piss him off?” he suddenly says.

You were in the middle of eating until your head shot up at his question, “What do you mean?”

“Like- get revenge,” there was that same sly grin on his face when he would tease you. “Revenge?” your brows furrowed in a bemused manner, “Isn't that a bit childish at our age?” you almost laugh.

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “But it would be fun,” he rests his elbows on the countertop as he leans forward, giving you a look of intrigue, “And I think it’s what you need,” he adds.

You shake your head, “What do I need?” you had a hard time comprehending his words.

“To finally get fucked by some actual good dick,” his round-like eyes slightly squint.

Ew, you mouth and give him a look of disgust. “If you’re implying your dick then gross. I would never fuck you,” you harshly tell him.

“Never is a long time.”

“Whatever,” you brush off his comment before grabbing your bag on the table to finally go into your room. Heeseung turns in his seat as he watches you walk away. His throat bobbles before speaking his next words, “You know how angry he would get if he knew we fucked?” He raised his voice so you could hear him clearly.

You turn around, giving him a chance to let him finish what he wanted to say. “He would regret cheating on you,” Heeseung declared. You slowly roll your eyes, feeling tired and overwhelmed by all of the emotions you’ve felt the past two days.

“What if I don’t wanna get revenge?” You sigh.

“You’re too nice then, Y/N.” Heeseung says in a low voice, trying to convince you. “Okay…,” you drew out the word, the trace of fondness not leaving your tone. “But what about him? Isn’t he your best friend?” you shrug.

“He’s the one who dropped me remember?” He reminds you with his voice turning soft.

“I’m going to sleep,” you say when heading to your room, not giving even a second to think about his suggestion. No way would you fuck your roommate for some revenge. You were too mature and busy for some childish games.

“You’re missing out!” He yells across the room with his chest puffed out with confidence. “Sure, goodnight Heeseung!” you yell back when you’re finally in your room.

After getting ready for bed, you finally had some downtime to just chill and watch movies on your computer. You thought about your encounter with Heeseung today and how it started from you crying, to him asking you to fuck him.

You found Heeseung attractive, I mean who didn’t? When you first met him while moving into the apartment two years ago, you were in literal shock of how unreal he looked. He was handsome and you were quite jealous of his strong facial structures and beautiful skin complexion.

But would you fuck him? No, you don’t sexually see him like that. Heeseung probably doesn’t know that you know, but once in a while, you can hear him fucking girls in his room. The walls are so thin that you can hear his moans and the phrases he says in bed. Thinking about it doesn’t turn you on, not even a little bit. You can’t imagine yourself in bed with your foolish of a roommate, let alone being physical with him.

Heeseung, on the other hand, had a certain unknowing desire and thought in the back of his mind. He wants you. To him, you are the most attractive person he’s ever seen. When Jeongin initially told him that you needed a place to stay, Heeseung was okay living and being a roommate with his best friend’s girlfriend because he didn’t think anything of it. But as soon as you walked through the front door of the apartment when moving in, he couldn’t help himself but just stare.

Heeseung would get so happy whenever you would hang out with him and his friends. His jokes and dumb remarks were directly made at you because he loved watching how you reacted. The expressions and comments you would make in return had Heeseung smiling so hard that it felt embarrassing of him.

A huge part of Heeseung feels guilty for feeling this way. There was a time where he heard you and Jeongin having sex. At the time, you thought Heeseung was away and not in his room, but he was listening the whole time. Hearing your loud moans and your words of “Fuck yes,” and “Deeper- harder” made him aroused to the max.

He almost jerked off to you that night, feeling a bit bitter it wasn’t him making you scream. He also thought it was too far and wrong so he stopped before he did anything. He told himself to back off and respect your guy’s relationship because you were his best friend’s girlfriend.

Seeing you cry today shattered his heart. It was the first time he’s ever felt heartbroken. He wanted to kill Jeongin for breaking your heart, but he also felt guilty for having a small tangent of hope when he heard that Jeongin cheated on you. Heeseung was selfish and thought that now was his chance to make you fall for him. He proposed his idea of getting revenge for fun, but now he can’t stop thinking about it.

It was late at night, Heeseung knew you had class early tomorrow so he assumed that you were asleep. He played music that was loud enough to fill his room just in case you were awake.

He plopped down onto his empty bed in his dark bedroom, having a gut feeling that he’ll regret this later on. He wiggles deep into the bed with legs bent and bare skin gliding across the sheets trying to get comfortable. Heeseung thinks about you giving him kisses from his lips then down to his body. He feels a pulse of heat shooting straight to his rising cock from the thought of you touching him while also straddled around him.

Heeseung wants you so bad — he did for a while. He whines a little, a throbbing feeling between his legs. He imagines you touching the base of his length up to his tip. “Y/N,” he quietly groans, tugging at his hard cock that’s an angry red color with precum leaking at his slit. He grabbed his length, slowly moving his hips up and down. His thoughts began to run as he imagined you atop, sinking down and deep onto him.

The sloppy sounds of his hand moving feverishly against his cock echoes into the room, he prays that music was all you could hear from his room.

His mouth is open, eyes are closed, and his tongue drooling when he started to move faster and faster, thrusting upwards imagining you riding him. The slick sound of his hand moving up and down on his length turned him on even more, and he felt himself nearing his peak. “Wanna fuck you so bad my good girl,” he whined before giving a few more strokes until he was cumming. He heavily breathed, watching his cum spill on his abs then reaching all the way up to his chest.

It only took a few minutes until guilt hit him. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. Most importantly, he didn’t know how he was going to face or talk to you tomorrow.

—

To his luck, you were out and about all day, attending a few classes and studying for your exam at the library. You honestly didn’t know how you had the motivation to study, but it was the only thing occupying your mind aside from your boyfriend. And the thought that if he was still your boyfriend or not distracts you. An aching sensation hits you hard in the chest, realizing that he threw away you so quickly.

You debated whether you should go to his house and talk to him, or not, because weren’t ready for the sudden change of him not being your life anymore. You still love and miss Jeongin.

But then it was the same scene again. You found him with the same girl in the parking lot when you left the library — this time he was now kissing her. Your heart sinks but now you’ve accepted it.

Accepting the truth of him cheating leads you to knocking on Heeseung’s door. You needed someone to talk to- but not about your feelings.

You wanted revenge.

Prior before standing outside his door, it was awfully quiet when you got back home. You knew Heeseung was in his room because his car was parked outside. However, you didn’t hear anything or a slight sound of movement. It was strange when moments later after getting ready for bed, you hear loud music playing in his room.

Heeseung knew you were home. He saw you park your car outside the apartment, but he still feels shameful for what he did last night. His only way to avoid you was to pretend to be asleep.

“Heeseung?” you called out as you knocked on his door. He was scrolling on his phone in bed until your voice caused his head to instantly shoot up.

He wanted to ignore you, but you never knock on his door. His curiosity led him to figure out what you wanted. “Yeah?” he says after opening the door, eyeing you up and down at what you were wearing. You had on tight shorts and a long sleeve shirt for pajamas. The shirt was a bit transparent and you never wear bras to bed so your bare breasts were slightly noticeable.

Heeseung gulped dryly as he quickly moved his eyes to meet yours, trying to not get caught when clearly checking you out. Aside from his spiraling thoughts of what you were wearing, he was concerned on why your eyes were drooping.

“I saw him again with that girl and they were kissing this time,” you told him, not giving him a clue to where this conversation was heading.

His eyes widen and again, his heart aches, feeling hurt for you. No one should ever go through that, especially you, he thought. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him a reassuring nod, appreciating his empathy and implying that you were going to be okay, even if you weren’t. “W-what if we just said we fucked?” you suggested, suddenly feeling shy.

Your fingers fiddle with each other as you dazed off when you too had no clue where this conversation was heading. “I don’t think he would know if we didn’t right?” you say after building the courage to look him right in his eyes.

To say that Heeseung was speechless was an understatement, he actually didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect you to take his words so seriously. “Y/N, are you sure? I think you’re just angry and overwhelmed by everything right now.”

You were taken aback by his response, “Why are you suddenly opposed? You’re the one who came with with the idea,” you remark.

Heeseung quietly grits his teeth, a feeling of frustration takes over him. Of course he wants to go with his idea, the problem was that he didn’t want to ruin you and your good character. But a part of his mind told himself to take every chance that was given to be able to be close to you.

“Fine,” he spits out. “But I think it would be more believable if I were the one to text him.”

Your face lits up in excitement, “Yeah you’re right, go text him right now.” You pushed the feeling of immaturity aside. Right now, you wanted the satisfaction of your ex boyfriend feeling salty when he finds out that you’re ‘fucking’ his best friend.

While in thought of this whole thing, Heeseung grabbed his phone to text Jeongin. The sound of him typing on his phone instantly grabbed your attention and you watched as a big grin forms on his face. He looked so impudent, yet very serious and concentrated.

You leaned one side of your head on his door, waiting for him to be finished while feeling anxious for what he had sent. “Okay here,” he says when showing his phone to you.

[10:32 pm] heeseung: you were right to be worried about me living with your girlfriend. i just made y/n cum in a few seconds, had her squirting and screaming my name. she said my dick stretched her out better than yours.

You look up at Heeseung after reading his text message. He quirks a brow when you seemed unamused and irked. “What?”

“Your choice of words are very vulgar,” you were a bit unimpressed, feeling a bit icky.

Heeseung lowly scoffs, “What else am I supposed to say, Y/N? That you had my penis in your vagina and we just had sexual intercourse?”

“Nevermind,” you stressed after shaking your head, “What did he say?” Heeseung looked at the notification from Jeongin who surprisingly replied fast. “He asked for proof,” his voice fell flat.

“Proof?” Your voice crescendos. “Is he serious?”

“Yeah,” Heeseung let out a sigh and nodded before passing his phone to you, “Look at what else he said.”

[10:34 pm] i.n: y/n wouldn’t fuck you bro. she knows who she belongs to.

Heeseung nibbled his lower lip, watching apparent anger slowly spring up on you. “Let’s just ignore him,” he pleads, not wanting Jeongin to cause an reaction out of you, “I don’t think he’s worth your time.”

You huff out a chuckle, shifting your daggering eyes to Heeseung. “If he wants proof then let’s give him proof,” you say bitterly which makes Heeseung rub his temples.

“I thought you said that revenge is childish and you don’t want to fuck me?” he quotes you, feeling unsettled about the words coming out of your mouth. “I know,” you let out a long exhale, “But I can’t let him walk around happy with someone else after he fucked me over. Twice.”

As much as you love Jeongin, you knew that you didn’t deserve this treatment. You weren’t going to let him treat you like a toy– like someone who was going to wait around for him. Heeseung believed this too, which causes him to go with your plan and help give whatever you wanted.

But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to fuck him because it was your last resort to revenge. He wanted everything with you to be real and not some act. “Maybe we should do something small to see what he says first before do we anything further,” Heeseung suggests.

“Do you wanna send him a video of you sucking my dick first?” He asks almost comically.

“Okay sure,” you let out without thought.

Your sudden response causes his heart to skip a beat. “Oh, I was joking,” he lies and nervously chuckles. “But if you’re cool with that then I’m so fucking down.”

Damn, you truly hit the lowest point that you’re going to suck your roommates dick – your boyfriend’s best friend! – for some light revenge. You always think about the consequences of your decisions, but right now you couldn’t seem to.

You give a nod before walking yourself inside his room, not noticing his elated expression. You’ve went into Heeseung’s room multiple times during hangouts, but now it suddenly felt smaller with the air thickening when it was just you two alone.

“Wait, are you clean?” you turn around to face him when near his bed. “Yes I’m clean,” he utters in defense, “Haven’t had my dick sucked in a while and I don’t fuck raw.”

You emphasize an expression of ‘good to know’ with the bob of your head. You look at Heeseung standing like a deer frozen in headlights, which makes you a bit confused. “Aren’t you gonna sit on the bed?” you question. “Or are you too nervous?” you tease him with a playful smile.

“Shut up,” he sits on his bed, manspreading as you stand close before him. “I’m nervous it’s not gonna be believable because my dick won’t be hard,” Heeseung says ironically, trying to convince you that you don’t turn him on, but he felt his cock already twitching from staring at the way your clothes were hugging your body.

You were too oblivious to this fact though, shrugging off his comment because you believed that Heeseung didn’t find you attractive. It was pretty understandable since you were his best friend’s girlfriend, and finding you attractive would cross a small boundary. Getting hard by you was a huge boundary in which Heeseung already crossed.

“Do you have a blindfold?” you ask, glancing around the room looking for a piece of clothing that you can use. “Why do you need a blindfold?”

You slightly smile, “You’re not gonna get your dick hard if you look at me,” you murmur, trying to make the air less weird and uneasy. Heeseung sucked down a deep breath, not fond of not being able to see your mouth on his cock.

“How am I gonna take the video?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it off when I start sucking you off,” you casually say, which brings relief to Heeseung. He felt the corner of his lip twitch, “I have a sleeping mask in the drawer behind you.”

After obtaining the mask, you stand in between his spread legs and put the ‘blindfold’ on him. “Just relax, Heeseung,” you tell him with a deep breath, but your words were actually for yourself. Despite how eager you were to get back at your ex, you were apprehensive about putting your roomie’s dick in your mouth — let alone making a porno and trying to make him feel good because your ego couldn’t handle not making him cum.

You almost never sucked off your own boyfriend which made you feel a bit pressured. But again, this was all for fun to get back at Jeongin. Why were you overthinking this way too much?

“I am relaxed,” Heeseung leans further back with both elbows dipped on his bed. “Let’s go baby,” he tilts his head down to his crotch then back to you, giving the greenlight to let you do whatever you want to him. Deep down, Heeseung wasn’t all relaxed but he did a good job not showing it. He was nervous that he was going to cum too fast which would be suspicious.

You took a deep breath to settle yourself, hoping to make him hard at least. As Heeseung is leant back, spreaded out, and blindfolded, you begin to bring your knee to his clothed crotch — feeling his bulge. When Heeseung met your contact, he tried his best to not smile. He can’t believe that this is really happening, it wasn’t just an imagination.

Your hand goes down to his pants, palming him softly as breathy noises were bubbling up from his throat that he tried to hold back. You then climb into his lap and sit on top of him, glimpsing at the little smirk on his face.

He was enjoying your touch and you noticed this, but didn’t give it much thought. You wanted to add onto his enjoyment though, so you start slowly grinding on him as his hands are pressed onto your hips, guiding you as you roll onto him.

You quickly put his hands aside, wanting to do all the work. “Does this feel good?” You asked before pushing his upper body so that his back was entirely on the bed.

Heeseung gave no answer, but he was in fact already hard and you atop of him felt like ecstasy.

“Answer me,” you plead, still rolling your hips.

Poor Heeseung. His hands were tightly gripping his sheets while he held his breath, not able to speak and trying not to show how turned on he is.

“F-feels so good,” he choked out.

You then felt his hard length beneath your core. Does he actually get hard this fast? You were smiling, also enjoying this and honestly feeling proud that you’re able to make him weak to the point that he was choking out his own words.

Something in your mind hits you and you felt the need to push him to the edge just to get him back for all the times that he teased you. You lean forward so that you’re resting on his chest and your lips meet his neck. Slowly and gently, you pepper his neck with kisses.

Heeseung felt your soft lips on his skin and your warm mouth drove him mad. He starts to become frustrated to the point that a grunt leaves his lips when you continued grinding on him. He’s completely losing himself.

“Wanna taste your cock baby,” your words almost come out as a whisper. You could’ve gone off of him a long time ago, but you were having too much fun. Heeseung on the other hand, shakes his head, having enough of this. “Yeah? Wanna feel your mouth,” he badly wanted to take off his blindfold and fuck you on his bed.

You knew he was in some pain with the way his chest was heaving and his jaw clenching, “I think you’re hard now,” you finally climbed off of him.

Heeseung quickly sits up and takes off his blindfold, feeling his face heat up. His eyes wander down to see his dick almost protruding through his pants. “Thanks,” he clears his throat while glancing at you. You nod with arms crossed, unable to think of what to say next.

“Gonna pull out my dick now,” he begins to loosen the tied strings of his sweatpants. “If you can't fit it in your mouth then we can try something else.”

“Yeah whatever,” you scowl, “It’s gonna fit.”

You watch as Heeseung takes his time taking his sweatpants and shirt off. He starts to feel himself sweat, reasons being that he’s nervous, yet excited to have his cock on full display for your eyes to see.

“If you want to back out now, it’s okay to.” He practically asks you before proceeding. As much as he wanted this, he didn't want the air to be weird between you two. And worse, didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

He didn't have his boxers off yet, but you could sense that he would surprise you. You weren’t curious to see what his dick looked like until you sat on his huge bulge and felt his length grow big.

“Is your phone ready?” you say, implying that you still wanted to do the plan. Heeseung nods before grabbing his phone and pressing on the camera app. You grab a pillow and place it in between his feet before kneeling. He then shakes his hips to get rid of his boxers, finally revealing his naked body and hardened cock in front of your face.

His head turns to the side when he’s grinning after watching your eyes go wide at the sight of his length, resting flat against his abdominal. He almost laughs because he thinks that you're too cute, it's like you’ve never seen a dick before.

Heeseung surprised you, as you sensed, because it was so red, so veiny and hard, almost pulsing like it was impatiently waiting for your mouth. His slit leaked precum, was this all because of you?

It was silent for a moment as you both were caught up feeling and thinking differently.

Before you reached your hand out, you watch Heeseung’s spit fall from his mouth onto his tip. He starts to stroke himself, mixing and spreading his precum and his saliva. He felt himself twitch at each stroke and at each glance of you watching him.

You decide to take over now by removing his hand and licking the tip of his cock. A hand was stroking him while the other held his thigh. A heavy breath left his mouth when you pressed a few gentle kisses on him. There was a clear indication that he was already weak.

Heeseung moaned out in surprise the moment you put him in your mouth. “Fuck,” he cursed out when you began to suck and lick his cock like it was the most amazing thing you have ever had.

“Go deeper baby,” he impatiently begged as his hand applied pressure on the back of your head, guiding you. You do as he wished, taking inch after inch into your mouth and eventually reaching your throat. “Yeah, just like that,” he groaned, feeling himself entirely wrapped around your warm mouth. Heeseung planned to stay quiet and suppress his lewd noises, but you were sucking him like a pro while continuing to stroke him and play with his heavy sack.

In the moment, he didn’t care how loud he was. He couldn’t hold it in for much longer. And you hadn’t expected Heeseung to be so loud all because of you, but it was satisfying hearing him groaning and whimpering. It made you felt like you were doing something right.

Heeseung’s head tilted back, lost in the feeling of you. He wanted this moment to last forever, but he still remembered the plan. Already feeling close to hitting his peak, he quickly grabbed his phone and started to hit the record button.

He starts recording his fucked out face first while pushing your head deeper, letting you know that he was getting close and recording. He’d expected you to pull back and question him, but instead he felt you speed up.

“Fuck, that’s it,” the camera was on him. He made sure to show how good you are doing by letting out loud, obnoxious moans with eyes rolling back. You glance up at him and it was a sight to see.

Heeseung’s whole body was stuttering, making it difficult for him to record so still. He turned the camera around so it was on you now, and you just sucked harder and faster. “My good girl,” he growled, resting a hand on your head that was bobbing up and down.

You tried your best not to choke when you felt him becoming close. At the same time, you knew Heeseung was recording and you told yourself to give the best suck of your life — not afraid to let out a few moans as well. You’ve never sucked your boyfriend’s dick like this before, surprisingly this was enjoyable for you too. “Y/N, I’m- cum-“

Soon, you felt his cum puddling in your mouth and shoot onto your entire face when he came. You give a look to Heeseung, happy to have such a strong taste on your tongue then quickly down your throat as you swallow. Of course this was all for show, he reminded himself, but he couldn’t help but leave his fingertips dancing along your chin. “My pretty girl did so good,” he murmured, still recording your face full of his cum.

Heeseung rides his orgasm by stroking himself as you stand up to give him a kiss on the cheek, emphasizing the sound of your lips against his skin to make sure the sound was audible through the recording. He turned off the recording a few seconds later, going back to reality, and felt his chest ache when you quickly dropped your smile.

It stung that it was all an act.

Heeseung passed you a clean shirt to wipe your face after he put his sweats and boxers back on. You were surprised that his cum made its way onto the back of your hair, you definitely needed to shower tonight.

“I just sent the video,” Heeseung said, watching you clean up. You honestly felt uneasy that there’s now a video lying around of you sucking dick. The video was also recorded on Heeseung’s phone and he doesn’t plan to delete it unless you ask.

“He usually replies fast, did he say anything?”

Heeseung looked at the empty notification on his phone, “No, he didn’t.”

You throw the shirt that you used to his hamper and make your way towards the door. You had a feeling that Jeongin was with the girl you saw him with, not giving a shit about your revenge. “Hey,” Heeseung calls out, “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna study after I shower,” you tell him with your thumb pointing towards the door. Heeseung lets out a low chuckle, his expression unreadable.

“Aren’t you like a little horny?”

You laugh, his question catching you off guard. “No, why would I be?” you said your words a bit too grim and Heeseung felt his dick soften.

“Okay, good luck on studying,” he gave you a closed-mouthed smile, “And thanks for tonight.”

“Yeah,” you shrug your shoulders like tonight wasn’t a big deal. “I hope I was good,” you felt the air becoming awkward tension.

“You were more than good,” his voice deep and husky, as if his throat was dry.

“You should do it more often,” a racy tone quickly returning as if he turned it on with a switch.

You roll your eyes like it was a reflex response to his playful comments. “Let me know if he says anything. Good night,” you say, walking out of his room and closing the door on your way out.

You walked back to your room having an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. You sigh, realizing what it was. Okay, you were a bit wet– no your panties were pooling with wetness and you possibly felt butterflies in your pussy during the whole time you sucked him off, which is why you rushed out of his room so quickly.

Were you sexually attracted to Lee Heeseung? Your roommate? No way, you initially thought. You hesitate before pondering about this for a few hours until you decided that maybe you needed to test out this theory.

You were back outside his door, yet this time you were nervous and super horny. “Sorry, are you busy?” you asked Heeseung after he opened his door when hearing your knocking.

He was fresh out of the shower, and his hair was wet and he smelt so good that the feeling between your legs was getting more uncomfortable. How was this possible?

“No, what’s up?” He questioned while holding the ends of the towel that was around his neck.

“Umm, I can’t sleep and I’m horny.” You glued your eyes on the floor, not wanting to see his reaction. Your words cause a “Yeah, how could you not after sucking my dick?” out of his mouth.

At his response, you turn around to walk away, regretting knocking on his door that led to feeding his huge ego. You felt his hand grab your arm before you could walk any further, “Wait I’m sorry,” he huffed. “How can I help?”

You lick your lower lip knowing what you want but also being hesitant. “Just make me cum with your fingers,” your words come out in a rush.

Heeseung grinned at your nervous expression. He simply gave a nod and fully opened his door to let you in. “Lay down for me,” he demanded as he placed the towel on his chair, and you do what he says and lay on his bed with your head resting on his pillow with your legs bent open for him. Heeseung watches before he kneeling in front of you to help to get rid of your shorts, leaving your bottom half in nothing but your underwear.

He then lays next to you on his side with an elbow propped on the same pillow, a hand already dipping inside your panties to reach your core. You immediately clench onto nothing and almost shiver, feeling sensitive to his touch. “You’re so wet,” he begins to spread your wetness. “Is this all from sucking my cock?” he looks up, making intense eye contact with you.

“No,” you swallow, getting rid of the dryness in your throat. Heeseung furrows his brows and removes his hand, “You don’t have to lie.” You break his eye contact, feeling heat onto your cheeks. It’s a good thing that his room had dim lights to hide your flushed face.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him get off the bed to find something in his drawer. In his hand was the ‘blindfold’ you had used on him earlier. Heeseung makes his way towards you and slowly puts the blindfold on you. You don’t say or question anything, going with the flow of things. You trusted Heeseung, one reason being that you lived with him for a year and other reasons in ways that you couldn’t explain.

You felt the bed dip due to Heeseung’s body, he went back into his position with an elbow propped up, his eyes carefully trained on every detail on you. “Just forget it’s me and say everything on your mind. Tell me how you want to be touched.”

Your thoughts of neediness makes you laugh out loud, in which Heeseung ignores. “Ok,” you softly murmur. “Want you to touch me here,” you manage to grab his hand and lead it under your shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt him give your bare breast a squeeze.

“And want you to kiss me.”

“Kiss you?” you thought he said in a disgust manner. You couldn’t see Heeseung’s face turning pale, not expecting you to want a kiss, especially from him. “Just do it please,” you embarrassingly begged. “Please, you told me to say what’s on my mind,” you throw his own words at him.

“Sorry,” Heeseung apologized, his mind fuzzy on what the hell was happening. Him having you on his bed and extremely horny was almost enough to make him blow his load. You knocking on his door asking him to finger fuck you is real. His heart jumped realizing this wasn’t at all an act.

Fidgeting your fingers is something you did when you’re nervous. You had no reason to be nervous since it was just Heeseung, your roommate who you had no sexual attraction for. Maybe you were just scared that the theory was right.

You felt Heeseung’s large hand cupping your chin to pull you in for a gentle kiss. It catches you by surprise that he’d actually kiss you, but you lean into his touch, feeling his soft lips. His mouth was tender against yours and a hand guided your face closer as he lightly licked his way into your mouth. You didn’t know what to expect when kissing Heeseung, but the kiss was great, meeting the exceptions that you didn’t have.

You feel his presence next to you gone until he was now on top of you, pressing his body against yours. You left a low groan of approval before your warm tongue tickled his. Heeseung kissed you with passion, you weren’t the only one hungry.

You don’t hesitate to pull down your panties until the clothing reaches your thighs. “Touch me here again,” you pulled away from kissing him to reach for his hand and guide it down to your core.

Heeseung was surprised to see your panties already off, “Are you eager for me?” he mumbled against your lips, trailing his hands down you thigh, ironically wanting you to beg for him.

His touch tickles your skin while the realization of wanting Heeseung hits you. “I-I thought you said to forget that it’s you touching me?” you deny your sexual desire for your roommate.

“It doesn’t seem like you want to forget it’s me,” Heeseung vocalizes and you gulp, trying to think of a valid excuse. “I just want to use your fingers please. Don’t think anything of it.”

Heeseung pushes his feelings aside, wanting to do the job of making you feel as good as possible, because it was the least he could do in this situation. He presses a quick kiss on you before making contact on your folds with his digits. He circled his thumb around your clit as you bit your lower lip, preparing yourself to what's to come.

A pathetic whine leaves your lips when you feel Heeseung plunge his thick finger inside you. Your hand bolts to his forearm with nails leaving marks on his skin at the sudden stretch.

“You’re so wet, but so tight with only one finger in you,” Heeseung says. You take a deep breath, waiting to take more of him. It’s too bad that you can’t watch his movements- what he’s about to do. Everything was a surprise for you.

“It’s been so long-“ you felt your walls clenching around him when he adds another finger to it.

He sprinkles sweet kisses on your jaw with both digits inside you, starting off slow but still moving. He curls upward and ends up pressing against a spot that you’ve never even thought was there. a spot that your own boyfriend didn’t manage to discover. “Heeseung,” you accidentally moan out causing his dick to twitch. It was evident that you didn’t want to forget it’s him who’s making you feel this good.

His only complaint was that he wished he took out his cock and jerked himself off while ramming his fingers inside you. “Who’s making you feel good, huh?” he said with a pensive face that wasn’t visible for your eyes to see. You stayed quiet, not wanting to say his name again. You ignored his words by lifting your hips to take him deeper until you whined aloud when you felt him gone. Before you could take off your blindfold, he did it for you.

Heeseung was knelt in front you with a deadpan face and his fingers in the air, glistening from your wetness. You sat up just enough to see him and shake your head, feeling confused and a bit mad that he suddenly stopped.

Heeseung holds his two digits in front of your face. Without much to say, you take them in your mouth — tasting yourself and sucking them clean. When you're done he puts them in his mouth, tasting both of yourself and your saliva.

You found the whole scene hot and you clench, already missing his fingers. It was like he could hear your thoughts when he shoved his fingers back in your hole, this time you were able to see how he was moving inside of you.

His fingers were thrusting in and out of you faster and deeper. Your eyes were staring at the ceiling and almost closed shut, it was becoming too much but it felt so fucking good. “Fuck, I think I’m close,” you groaned.

Heeseung moved even faster. The sounds of your wet pussy squelching loudly echoed into his bedroom. “Look at how my fingers are fucking you,” he grabbed your arm to get your attention.

You raise your head, trying to keep your eyes set on his fingers going in and out of you, but his face distracted you. There was a wrinkle in between his brows and he stuck his tongue out, just enough to where the tip is poking out.

Heeseung looked up, catching you staring at him, and you immediately watched at how he was fucking you, while feeling embarrassed that you got caught. He quietly laughed, knowing that you found him attractive and were close.

“Look at me while you cum,” Heeseung grunted for you to look at him. “Or I’ll stop again.”

At his words, you felt a deep pit in your stomach while thick fingers continued to roughly curl deep in you. You fought the urge to look away — to not look at him, but you desperately needed to cum.

You met his eye contact with fluttering eyes. he began to rub your clit with a thumb, sending you over the edge. “Ahh-“ your mouth quickly opened when a loud moan poured from your lips as you came. “Shit,” Heeseung cursed out watching your hips stutter when you emptied yourself on his fingers. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Once you met your peak, you quickly put your panties back on feeling suddenly vulnerable. You avoid Heeseung’s eye contact as well when he was licking his fingers of you clean. You were making the situation awkward as hell, but your feelings were all over the place and you didn’t know how to feel at the moment.

“Don’t be like that,” Heeseung pleaded while watching you put your tight shorts on. You turn your head at his voice, “What?” you couldn’t help the clueless expression on your face.

“You just gave me the best suck of my life and I almost made you cry with my fingers. It’s too late to do this awkward shit,” his fear of things being weird between you two was growing.

He was right. You were making things weirder than they should be, but you can’t help feeling overwhelmed. “Sorry,” you exhaled, “I just got cheated on and now I’m doing things with you. I can’t help but feel a bit- strange.”

“I know,” Heeseung affirms. “I get it Y/N, you’ve been with him for two years and this is all sudden.” You nod, feeling grateful that he understands. How is he so understanding?

“Thank you,” you expressed gratitude. You watched as the corners of his lips turned upwards. Despite his feelings for you, Heeseung was your friend and he had to act like it.

“And thank you for tonight,” you laugh while scratching your head and looking at the boy who didn’t want you to leave. “Goodnight Hee,” the nickname leaves your tongue which causes his face to lit up, “For real this time.”

“And I don’t regret anything,” you say before you left his room completely, not knowing where this leads you two. This was all Heeseung needed to hear to reassure himself that everything was going to be okay. Things maybe not the same, but okay and possibly normal with you.

—

A couple of days later after I guess you can say your mutual masturbation with Heeseung, things have been quite the same in the apartment. That night was never mentioned again and you were back to regular roommates with no sexual or awkward tension present.

His friends Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay came over again once a week, and you were forced to hang with them per Heeseung’s request. It felt different without Jeongin present but you tried not to think about it.

The question of whether or not Jeongin replied to your porn video still remained. You’ve been meaning to ask Heeseung but were hesitant since things were ‘normal’ again.

Not all things were normal. You still found yourself horny for Heeseung. It was quite unavoidable when you see him everyday and his room is on the other side of the apartment. You fought so hard to get rid of this feeling in your stomach and down to your core especially when knocking on his door was so easy. What held you back was not wanting to ruin the chance of losing a roomie.

“Hey did Jeongin ever text back?” you finally ask as soon as you entered your apartment after class. Heeseung was sitting on the couch and watching a movie while eating chewy candy. He turned his head around when you spoke.

“No he didn’t,” he said, watching you peering at the open fridge. “Oh okay,” there was disappointment expressed in your response.

Did Jeongin hate you this much that he didn’t care that you were messing around with his best friend? You start to question your two year relationship with him. “What do you want for dinner?” you interrupted your own thoughts.

Heeseung eyebrows rose a notch, “Why? Are you going to attempt to cook?” he gawked.

You turned to give a hostile glare, “What do you mean attempt? I know how to cook asshole.” You refuse to let him doubt your cooking skills.

“Well, I want anything that doesn’t require you using the stove and burning down the kitchen,” he chortled then sent his eyes back to the movie.

“Why are you so mean to me?” you asked as a joke, but also seriously, curious to why he always teased you. You thought his teasing jokes were subtle ways to show that he sees you like one of the boys. Oh how you were so wrong.

Heeseung heard your remark then approached you in the kitchen. An unintentional heavy breath left your mouth when he stood awfully close. Your eyes go straight to his lips when he’s standing before you. You hate that you wanted to kiss him again, you shouldn’t have these feelings. Maybe it was just sexual attraction and nothing more, but regardless, he was just a roommate. An already broken boundary you shouldn’t cross.

“I’m sorry it just comes out like a reflex,” he teased again before giving you a slight push, forcing you to move since you were blocking the fridge. When he found nothing and looked unsatisfied, he turned his head to you again.

“I want anything your creative mind makes,” he pats your head before walking to the couch to turn off the tv and heading in his room. Patting your head is a habit that he started last year, but he does it frequently now and you didn’t mind it.

Heeseung had a hard time ignoring his feelings and pretending that nothing happened that night. If anything, that night solidified how much he liked you. If only he knew how you felt about him.

—

More days went by and you were finally healing from your cheating ex. A big part of your healing had to do with yourself — but you couldn’t deny that a small part had to do with Heeseung.

Despite whenever you both felt about each other, you were now closer as friends. You learned more about each other during movie nights in the living room that would happen almost every night. You guys went grocery shopping together and were even invited at the same parties. Well, one party.

Tonight was Sunghoon’s birthday and he was hosting a party at his house. Heeseung’s friends were now your friends, so of course you were invited. Even though it would be convenient for you and Heeseung to attend together, you both agreed to go separately since you had a late class. Heeseung offered to stay and wait until your class ended but you refused his offer, not wanting to keep his time away from his friend’s party.

The party was bigger than you’d thought. Music was blasting loudly and there was so much alcohol, which made sense since Sunghoon turned 21. The house was overfilled with people like the entire campus of students were here.

You haven’t attended a party since high school and being in the middle of crowded spaces freaked you out. You searched through the crowd for Heeseung, his friends, or even the birthday boy, but they were nowhere to be found. You left Heeseung a text before you entered the house, asking where he was but there was no response.

Luckily, Jay approached you when he caught a few random guys offering you drinks. Jay walked you to the kitchen so you can finally breathe from suffocating in the wave of people. “Do you want water or a drink?” He asked after getting himself a beer. “Water’s fine,” you kindly nodded.

“Do you know if Heeseung’s here?” you take a sip of the water jay gave you. He shook his head, “I saw him a few minutes ago but he disappeared.”

You checked your messages again and still no response. Why were you getting worried? “So,” Jay cleared his throat causing you to put your phone away. “Are you and Heeseung…” he slightly tilted his head from side to side, insinuating that he knew something. You instantly knew what he meant by the way his brow arched.

“What? No,” you tried to laugh. “I just got out of a relationship. Heeseung and I are just friends,” the accusation made you more flustered than it should. “Why, did he say something?”

“No,” Jay laughed before pausing. “Jake and I accidentally saw that video,” the words slipped out of his mouth and you swore you felt your heart dropped out of your chest.

“The one where you…” he did the typical ‘sucking dick’ motion with his hands.

“Stop. I know what video,” you sneered. How the fuck did they see that? “We only saw like a few seconds of it. We were using his phone to order pizza and it was in his camera roll.”

That means he hasn’t deleted it. Should you feel happy? angry? “That meant nothing, we were getting revenge on Jeongin.” You defend yourself with redden cheeks. Jay nods his head, “Yeah, Heeseung told us.” Your heart was having a hard time beating back to normal.

“It’s funny how you both reacted the same though,” he pestered, “All freaked out.”

You shake your head finding his comment funny, “That was my first porn video okay? I thought Heeseung deleted it.” Lie. You never asked him to.

Before you grabbed yourself a beer, thinking about not being sober tonight, you see Jake walk with a girl in his arm. Sunghoon also trails behind him and they all greet you, including Jake’s girl.

“Hey where’s Heeseung?” Jay asked because he knew you were looking for him. Sunghoon and Jake both shrug their shoulders, not knowing where he was.

“He’s with Yena,” the girl in Jake’s arms said. At her words, you reached for the cooler and grabbed yourself a beer, taking a big gulp of it. The boys looked at you in shock. “Who’s Yena?” Jay questioned for you once more.

“Choi Yena, the girl he’s fucking upstairs,” Jake’s girl announced, “She’s a third year.” Jake tapped her shoulders, indirectly asking her to stop talking when he saw your unpleasant face. You pressed your lips flat and stared the floor, a weird new feeling entered your chest. Something felt tight inside and you obviously knew what it was.

“I think I’m going to go home. Happy birthday Sunghoon, sorry I can’t stay. I have an early class tomorrow,” you murmured after placing the empty beer bottle on the corner of the kitchen counter. The boys showed concern, asking if you were okay and needed a ride home. You put on a fake smile and said you were good enough to drive home. You weren’t drunk, yet not all sober.

“Do you want us to tell him something when we see him?” Sunghoon asked and you instantly shook your head. “No, it’s okay.”

You walked out of the party feeling miserable. You made it home safe and stupid tears came out of your eyes as soon as you went into bed.

You like Lee Heeseung and it was hard to deny.

—

The truth was that Heeseung tried to forget his feelings for you. He convinced himself to get laid at the party, thinking it would solve his problems. So tonight when he had a couple drinks in his system, he met Choi Yena. He made out with her and eventually both of their clothes were off, but things horribly escalated when Yena asked him if he could fuck her with his fingers.

Of course this reminded of you — you knocking on his door after sucking his dick, asking the same thing. He couldn’t do Yena. He liked you too much that fucking someone else felt wrong.

Heeseung didn’t know you felt the same way, but he stayed loyal to you anyways. He left Yena alone in the room, running downstairs looking for you.

“Did you see Y/N yet?” Heeseung hurriedly asked Jay who was in the backyard. “You just missed her bro,” Jay lightly scoffed. “Why’d she leave?” his voice thick and unsteady.

“She overheard that you were fucking Yena,” Jay explained and Heeseung’s heart dropped as he took out his phone. Fuck. Two delivered text messages and a missed call from you. “I have to go,” there was a guilty look of his face as he stormed off. Jay was left alone, laughing at his intuition that turned out to be right.

Heeseung was sober enough to drive home. He didn’t know if you knew that he was with Yena tonight, but his heart raced hoping you didn’t. He wanted to talk to you tonight and settle what’s going on between you two because finally, he knew how you felt. You were jealous. He wasn’t sure if he was going to confess his feelings, but he was tired of this unclear tension.

You unfortunately pretended to be asleep when he came home and knocked on your door. You didn’t want to see him with tears in your eyes.

Because this time you were crying over him.

—

You weren’t lying about having class in the morning. Your class was too early that you almost fell asleep from the events of last night. Then suddenly, a notification on your phone caused you to jump in your seat. It was from Jeongin. You cursed at yourself, forgetting to block his number.

[8:46 am] jeongin: i need to talk to you. meet me outside in the front after your class

Now he wants to talk? Thoughts invaded your head. Maybe he watched the video. Maybe he wanted to beg for you to get back together with him. Possibly, this was closure.

Simultaneously, you get a text from Jay, which was unexpected since you forgot that you guys had each other’s number.

[8:48 am] jay: sorry that this text from me is random and you probably think that this is weird since i’m awake at this hour

heeseung didn’t fuck yena. he actually left her to look for you then went home after

You let out a huge sigh of relief but you felt odd, thinking about your jealously when you thought Heeseung was fucking another girl. You regret storming off at your friend’s birthday party and feeling that way because you guys weren’t a couple. You regret showing your jealously in front of his friends. It was quite humiliating.

Despite that, one thing you thought was: Does Heeseung know why you stormed off last night?

—

Heeseung still planned to talk to you today. The problem was that he forgot you had an early class, but in his favor, he had time to prepare what to say. Was he going to confess?

Heeseung was nervous. He was so nervous, he had to piss every five minutes. There was about ten minutes left until your class ended so he sat on couch impatiently, glancing at his phone and watching time slowly pass by, waiting for you to come home.

You took longer than expected and he was getting impatient. Promptly, he heard the rustling of the keys and stood to watch you walk in. All he thought about was finally seeing you and not the way he looked super awkward and a bit creepy when staring at the door. Once the door open, a quick frown and a hint of anger fell upon his face.

“Motherfucker,” Heeseung blurted out when he saw no other than Jeongin, standing in your guy’s apartment. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Heeseung approached him and sounded more angry than he had intended to be.

“Y/N gave me her keys,” Jeongin waved your keys in the air. It’s been three weeks since Jeongin called off the friendship and him cheating on you. They haven’t spoken to each other since. “She didn’t tell me that you were coming,” Heeseung’s voice went deep, not believing that you would let your stupid ex step foot in the apartment.

“She told me to pick up her jacket since it’s cold outside,” Jeongin said before walking further into your home like it was just a normal day. “Let me do it,” Heeseung urged with a shake of his head, trying to block the entrance of your room.

“No,” Jeongin lightly pushed Heeseung aside. All Heeseung wanted was to punched him in the face, but he held himself back since Jeongin was his best friend and he was your boyfriend.

“You’re not her boyfriend,” Jeongin laughed as if Heeseung was dumb. Heeseung clenched his jaw, frustrated at the scene. He didn’t expect to argue with his ex bestfriend today.

Jeongin was in your bedroom now, looking through your closet. “You’re not her boyfriend either,” Heeseung gave him a hard scoff.

At his response, Jeongin’s face fell with a sudden change of expression. “She didn’t tell you?” he said wryly, which left Heeseung stunned. His heart practically jumped out his chest, no way he thought, understanding what he had implied.

“You and Y/N got back together?” he asked with a shaky voice and churned feeling in his stomach. he felt sick. It was like was going to throw up.

“Yeah, we just made up this morning,” Jeongin stated and Heeseung stiffened as he stood in disbelief. “How’d you make up?” he asked an abnormal question that caused a laugh out of Jeongin. “Of course you always would like to know the details.”

“It’s not like that,” Heeseung fought back. “You fucking cheated on her, so I’m surprised that she would go back to you,” he was bitter and pissed. Rage fueled inside him because after everything he’s done, how could you go back to him?

Heeseung wished he knew what was going inside your head, he wished you could’ve chosen him.

“We’ve been together for two years. She told me that she still loves me and we fucked in the car after her class,” he paused. “I’m sure she missed that too,” Jeongin spits out, watching Heeseung stand speechless and defeated.

“I have to go,” Jeongin closed your bedroom door, “Can’t keep her waiting in the cold.” He grabbed a sweater from your closet and a small bag that was left close to your door before leaving.

Heeseung clenched his fist in exasperation. “Fuck!” he loudly yelled, anger overpowering him.

He was angry at everything. Angry at you, Jeongin, angry that his feelings got in the way of just being roommates. He should have never initiated that revenge plan, because now it seems like you just used him to get back together with your ex.

—

Your meeting with Jeongin was pretty simple. He told you he watched the video and in fact, He admitted cheating on you. Rather than being angry at the video, he begged for you to take him back. Obviously you told him to get lost, not forgetting the emotional damage that he’d done.

Your clear feelings for Heeseung also helped to admit to yourself that you wanted to be with him. But you were still hesitant to confess to him, feeling unsure if Heeseung felt the same way. You planned to keep this facade that he was just a roommate, a friend, and nothing more.

When you came home after meeting with Jeongin, Heeseung’s car wasn’t there. You even knocked on his door and there was no answer. He probably had a class, you thought. You put on a movie and sat on the couch, waiting all day for him to come home. It worried you when he didn’t.

[6:27 pm] you: hi are you coming home? i plan to watch toy story tonight :P

[7:49 pm] hee: sorry, i’m not gonna be home tonight or for a few days

[7:50 pm] you: is something wrong?

[8:21 pm] hee: nah. my mom just wants me to stay at her place for a while

[8:24 pm] you: ok come back home soon

[8:26 pm] read

Your chest pained noticing that he read your message. He was acting off, acting like you guys weren’t friends anymore. Overthinking questions took over your mind. Did Jay tell Heeseung the actual reason you left the party so early? Was Heeseung uncomfortable living with you knowing how you felt about him? You were scared.

It felt like months living in the apartment by yourself, but it has only been a week since Heeseung left to stay with his mom. It was lonely.

You ate dinner with yourself, went grocery shopping with yourself, had movie nights by yourself. Even Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon didn’t come over, which made sense since they were Heeseung’s friends. You still missed the company.

Does Heeseung hate me? Am I losing him? Your thoughts continued to take over again, and again.

Heeseung felt like a pussy when he temporarily moved out of the apartment. He wasn’t the type to run away, but you were the first girl who made him feel this way. It’s was understandable that he was making irrational decisions. He felt like a teenage boy, heartbroken that his crush was with someone else. He hated feeling this way.

And you’d never thought that you could miss someone this much until Heeseung wasn’t around. It was the same lonely routine every day, and it fucking sucked because it wasn’t that you missed having a roommate. You just missed him.

It’s been three weeks. You and Heeseung haven’t talked at all — not one text message or call. You both loathed allowing your friendship fall apart.

—

Heeseung’s mom forced him to come back to the apartment, not for you though. It was because he skipped classes without a reasonable excuse.

You were in your room until you heard the door open. In a swift movement, you were in the living room and watching Heeseung come in. It was embarrassing how quick you were to greet him.

“Hey,” you said a bit too happy, surprised to see him home. Heeseung gave you a quick smile before walking in the laundry room. You follow him, even if it seemed annoying since he just got home, and he didn’t bother to acknowledge you.

“You know, I missed you.” You rest your hand on the dryer and watched as he dumped his clothes in the washer from his bag. “Hm?” he hummed, still occupied, pretending that he didn’t hear you.

“The apartment was empty without you,” you went straight to the point, not caring that you weren’t being subtle about your feelings.

Heeseung was quiet for a long time, he didn’t have a response, not one that you would be happy with at least. He continued putting his clothes in the washer, acting like you weren’t present. He was stubborn to the extreme and you hated it because his reasons were unknown.

You mentally curse in your head, guilt creeping upon you when you blamed yourself for how he’s acting. “Heeseung, I’m sorry if the revenge plot was too much. I’m sorry if it’s like I used you.”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” he quickly responded, finally lifting his head to meet your gaze. “I’m the one who came up with the plan,” Heeseung mumbled before leaving you alone in the room. You follow him once more, not caring if you were bothering.

There was something he wasn’t mentioning and he was closing himself off. “Do you wanna fuck me this time?” You let your impulsive thoughts win, “Or do you want me to suck your dick again?”

Heeseung instantly turned around, “What the fuck are you saying?” He looked appalled by your cold tone and abrupt words. You felt your chin quiver, fuck it was like you were about to cry.

“I haven’t seen you since the day of Sunghoon’s party and you have been ignoring me since,” you let out a loud exhale, pulling yourself together. “Did something happen or did I do something?”

You heard resentment when he sighed, “What do you mean ‘did something happen?’ Why are you asking me to fuck you when you have a boyfriend?” Heeseung said calmly, but he sure didn't feel that way. “You got cheated on, Y/N, remember? Are you gonna cheat on him like he did to you?” Confusion kept rising inside him, he fought to not let it turn to rage.

You stared at him for a few seconds, before regaining your composure, “What are you saying? I broke it off with Jeongin the day you went to your mom’s place,” you tell him as he listens.

“He admitted to cheating,” you both froze and stood there for a moment until you spoke again, “I broke it off with him for good.”

“He came over and told me that you guys got back together,” Heeseung tried to keep his voice low, explaining his encounter with Jeongin while having a slow realization of what actually happened. “He said you guys fucked.”

“We didn’t fuck,” you gave Heeseung the truth, “And I should’ve let you know, but I told him to pick up his things in my room since I had class and couldn’t do it for him. He gave me back the keys so he won’t be coming here anymore.”

Heeseung was quiet for a long time. He didn’t have a response because he was busy feeling stupid for being played by Jeongin.

“Was that why you left?” You interrupt Heeseung’s conscience, “Because of what Jeongin said?”

He nodded. “If I saw you that day I would’ve yelled at you. I would’ve asked why the fuck you would go back to him.” You took in his words while deep lines appeared on your forehead.

“You would be that mad if I got back together with him?”

“Yes,” Heeseung spoke. “Because I want you to be with me,” His last words spilled out and you stared at him in shock. Heeseung hadn’t expect to confess so soon but he couldn’t wait anymore.

“You mean that?” you asked, slow and processing his declaration. Of course you had feelings for him as well, but you tried to bury them, thinking he didn’t feel the same.

“I thought it was obvious that I want to be with you,” he let out a sound that was similar to a laugh. You approach him close with a shake of your head, “It wasn’t obvious to me.”

“Maybe I was too naive because of my feelings for you,” you smiled hopefully at him with your heart pounding, as anticipation built up inside wondering what he would say.

Heeseung’s cheeks heat at the endearment, “Feelings for me?” he repeats your words, wanting you to say aloud how you felt about him.

“I want to be with you too, Lee Heeseung.” There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation when you answered him. “Fuck,” you burt out, “A month ago I would’ve thrown up if I ever said those words.”

He rolls his eyes at your attempt of teasing.

You then watch as Heeseung approaches you, cupping your face with both hands, looking at you with desire. You lean into his hands before he kisses you softly. The kiss was sensual, causing both of your hearts to race in unison.

“I can’t believe he played us,” your mind still occupied of what Jeongin did, “We were supposed to get revenge on him.” You lightly complained at the plan that backfired. “Do you wanna fuck and send him a video?” Heeseung suggested, noticing your disappointment.

“No,” you were quick to refuse. “I don’t want him to see you balls deep inside me,” you say before he could speak. Heeseung gives you a kiss, trying to ignore his uncomfortable feeling down there. You lace your fingertips with his and lead both of you into your bedroom.

You pushed him, just hard enough so that he was sitting on your bed leaning against your headboard. His brows rose at your sudden dominance, enjoying every second of it. You climb atop of him as a raspy breath fell off your lips when he stripped you in a matter of seconds.

He loved the view of you removing his shirt while straddling him. It was nothing like he had imagined. You hook your fingers into his waistband and pull his pants down just enough to draw his hard cock out. He bites his lip hard enough to bruise, your touch igniting his skin.

He takes his fingers and brings it down to your core, you were wet enough that he didn’t need to prepare you, but he did anyways. Heeseung shoved his two digits inside you, stretching you out so that you’re able to take his length.

You were both in shock of how easily he was able to slip his fingers while moving in and out. Once he removed himself, you hurriedly opened the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed to get a condom. Heeseung massages your ass with a smirk on his face, grateful that you remembered to use protection. You open the foiled packet and roll the rubber onto him. Heeseung watches your movement and hisses, feeling sensitive and ready to be inside you.

You stroke him, signaling that you're ready to take him. Heeseung nods before you lift your hips and align his cock with yourself, his hands resting on your hips as you hold onto his shoulders. You watch as you carefully lower yourself and he helps you by slightly bucking himself in the air to meet you halfway. He stretched you out perfectly, a strangled groan left you mouth when it stung. It took time to adjust to his size, but Heeseung didn’t mind, wanting to take his time with you.

“Good?” Heeseung asked, looking for any discomfort on your face after a moment of silence. “Yes,” you began to roll your hips after adjusting, earning a deep groan from him. You grabbed ahold of his shoulders to steady yourself as you increase your pace. "Kiss me,” he breathed and it took you a moment to look at him.

Your face heated up because of the lustful expression on his face. Finally, you brought your lips onto his and and the kiss was sloppy, loud, and wetter than ever. You could feel that he was desperately trying to get closer to you by the way his arm wrapped around your waist, causing your chest to fully become pressed against his own.

He gently bit and pulled on your lower lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth. Your walls squeezed around him with each moan you let out.

“H-heeseung,” you groaned without thought. He gripped your hips as you bounced up and down on his twitching cock. “Hm?” he hummed, unable to let out words that made sense.

“I l-love your dick,” you vocalized, still holding onto his shoulders for leverage as you moved faster. Heeseung bucked his hips while grabbing your breast before putting it into his mouth.

He kisses your breast and sucks on your nipple for a while until he felt your legs begin to shake. He started to maintain a steady pace for you, noticing that you were getting tired. “You close?” he asks and your moans turned into whines, wordlessly begging for him to let you come.

Your legs couldn’t keep up anymore, since it’s been so long since you were on top. Heeseung seeing it in your face, grabbed you with one arm and turn both of your bodies around, his length not slipping out of you once. He was now hovering over you, his cock going even deeper.

You tried your best, holding that feeling in your stomach and clenching on him as he was increasing his pace with each hard thrust. “I can’t hold it in,” you tried your best not to groan and release with pleasure. “You can do it, I’m almost close,” Heeseung said. “Please, for me,” he choked out as you threw your head back into the pillow. You let out a whimper as he placed a hand on your hip, gripping it to angle deeper and faster.

Heeseung was watching you with hard eyes as you took his cock in ecstasy. “Look at me, Y/N,” he heavily breathed before you opened her eyes. you glanced at his muscles flexing while he was keeping a rhythm that was becoming too much.

Your mouth parted and Heeseung took the chance to kiss you. Your lips met, exchanging warm breaths and loud moans into each other’s mouths while he continued rocking his hips. “Hee-,” you begged as you hugged him closer.

“Come,” he softly kissed you, slowly slowing down his rhythm but still fast enough for you to meet your peak. “Cum for me,” he growled. your mouth quickly opened when a loud moan poured from your lips as you came. “Fuck-“ Heeseung cursed out, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside the condom. You felt him collapse on top of you, kissing your neck as you held his shoulders with your face nuzzled into his hair.

You both took a few minutes catching your breaths together until Heeseung finally slid out of you, tiring the condom off and throwing it in the trash that was next to your bed. You watched as he rolls his body to lay next to you. “Go pee,” he tells you, removing hair that was covering your face. After you went to the bathroom, he patted the space next him, a smile plastered on his face, wanting you to lay next to him.

He helped to shift your body by putting his arm around you so that your head was placed on his chest. “I have a question,” you announced, hearing and feeling his racing heart. “Shoot,” his husky voice responds, open to answer anything.

“Did you masturbate to the first video we made?” you questioned, still remembering that Heeseung probably hasn’t deleted that video on his phone.

Heeseung trained his eyes so that it was on you. your curiosity caused a big exhale out of him, “Yeah, I did,” he said simply, “Every night.” You raised your head as you lightly slapped his chest.

Your eyes grew big at his honesty, “You pervert!”

Heeseung surrendered himself with hands in the air, “It’s not my fault that you looked too good having my cock in your throat.”

At his cheesy response, you give him a quick kiss. “We can still make a sex tape,” you propose. “But just for our eyes to see…”

“And not our friends,” you stare intently at him. Confusion twists his eyebrows together, until he realized what you’d meant. “I’ll save it in a private album next time.” You grin at the thought of the ‘next time’ with him.

Heeseung kisses the top of your head while shutting his eyes and pulling you close into his embrace. He expects to wake up next to you, hoping that this is not a dream, that this is all real.

You lay happily in his arms — falling asleep, waking up, and living next to someone you have never thought could be yours. Maybe this whole time, Lee Heeseung was just what you needed.

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This Week in BL - THERE IS SO MUCH ON RIGHT NOW, it's crazy-making!

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

July 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Wandee Goodday (Sat YT) ep 10 of 12 - I am with Dee, noodles do solve everything. The brothers were SO GOOD together. I’m getting to really love a back drop in BL, it’s like the mic drop of gay boys smooching. This is such a good show. I had a big grin on my face while also crying a bit. Everything I want from a BL is happening right here, in front of my eyes.

Did they gloss over the trauma a bit? Yes. Do I care? No. I don't like dwelling in trauma in general, mine, friends, online, or in my BL.

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) ep 2 of 12 - All Thai mafia is gay… again. Yes, it’s still great. No, I have no idea why they’re dropping so many eps at once. That’s not normal for a Thai drama. But I’m not gonna complain except there’s a lot on right now. I like the side couple too. I also like Frank’s poor little rich kid side dish action. I mean, Meen is an ult for me, but Frank is giving excellent second lead syndrome. Suspiciously aggressive and a touch stalker, but I don’t mind a boy that sus if he that cute. And of course, with the mafia involved there is kidnapping.

Look, is this the best show currently airing? No. Which is why it slid a little in the standings. But that's only because Wandee hit it out of the park this week. Frankly, this may not be the best BL airing right now, but it’s the best BL for me.

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - That oppa bit was fucking genius. (You get it right? If you don't, I can explain.) And I immediately adore the secretary character as a result (I typed that as "reslut" and that works too.) Pleased to have such a "rich man and his spoiled boy" dynamic it going already. A dynamic I am personally IRL familiar with from the 90s. Also, kiddies stop filming adults at play! Sheesh.

I pretty much love all the couples in this show. It’s lots of fun. SamYo’s cat and mouse thing is delightful. Meanwhile, the mains are so sweetly hesitant about kisses and everything (hilarious coming from this pair). I love them and their awkward first time, or whatever is going on.

Do you know what? After that "oppa" comment this lead pair makes me feel a little bit like I’m watching a gay K-drama, similar style of personalities and everything, even the random martial arts ability. And the outing. I'm getting Business Proposal vibes. Nothing wrong with that, I was weaned on K-dramas.

All in all, great episode.

My Stand-In (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Yet again I spent the entire episode saying "poor Joe" over and over again. This time I didn’t cry though.

The pat way to end this is to have Joe walk through that door and then wake up back when he was about to get into the motorcycle accident. So that none of it ever happened. I suppose we’ll see what they do next week but I hope it isn’t that.

We Are Cute (Weds iQIYI) ep 14 of 16 - Do you know what this friendship group reminds me of the most? The old Love Sick music club boys. This is just the college version... 10 years later. (Love Sick was one of the few shows where I mostly didn’t yell “no singing” at the screen (also Ingredients). In my defense, I didn’t know any better back then.)

As boyfriends, PhumPeem are even more puppy/cat paring. And I am even more delighted by it. And them. In fact, this show is ALL puppy/cat pairings. I’m not mad about it.

"I’m hugging you so you won’t feel hungry" is the weirdest pick up ever. But Phum is weird. 

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 8 - The PittBabe team behind a new restaurant set BL full of hidden agendas and starring my new favorites SailubPon. I’m reminded so much right off the bat of PokeTongue’s side dish couple in What’s Zabb Man. Interesting, considering that came from Pon’s former studio. Love the call out of obnoxious content creators (not to mention corporate property developers). I like the chef character, he’s nicely complex. In fact, so far I like most of the characters, it’s a good range of different personality types. The plot is a little contrived and complicated but I don’t mind because the characters are such fun.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - Reported on this last week already but here's what I said:

Gun still looks like he’s just out of high school. Madness.

The set for the print shop reminds me of Mork’s dad’s place in ‘Cause He’s My Boy? I swear GMMTV has only 3 sets.

I wasn't looking forward to this show at all. Maybe I just needed more of a break from OffGun? Cooking Crush happened yesterday.

Whatever, because I was absolutely riveted by this first episode.

I’m enjoying The Trainee a lot. Like, a lot a lot. It's not higher up just because there is so much good content from Thailand airing right now.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Still a chaos muffin no matter which country. So earnest. So cute. Talking stage commence!!!

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - I got so bored I started looking up ways to organize my sunglasses. Trash watch here.

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 6-7 of 12 - The exes are odd. I like that Latte finally got some backstory.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) Ep 2 of 10 - I’m still enjoying this quite a bit. It’s paralleling the manga quite closely, which is nice. But it’s not gonna be a particularly exciting drama if this continues. The manga is rather quiet (pun intended to amuse not insult).

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Look, if some kid followed me to college and changed the whole course of his life because I was nice about his dead bird? I'd be skeeved as fuck too. It's odd and uncomfortable, in that way Japan loves. Visuals are on point but can't say I'm enjoying it as yet. Still, it is JBL, and so I am intrigued and open to all possibilities.

It's airing but...

The Last Time (Thai Fri YT?) - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something. Can't find it.

OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ???) 10 eps - I've put the search on hold for and y'all can let me know if it's worth tracking down once it ends?

In case you missed it

Blue Boys finished it run. I like it quite a bit. This felt a lot like a Strongberry short series. It’s very curtailed and could’ve used some legs but I've been trained into ignoring that for Korean BL. Short has always been their thing. Essentially, two boys who were acquaintances in high school are reunited and it turns out always had crushes on each other. It’s definitely an extrovert meets introvert scenario, and this being Korea, they can’t resist a tiny love triangle in the eleventh hour. But it all came out fine in the end. It has great kisses and higher heat than is normal from Korea. All in all, a surprisingly charming offering. Recommended with some reservations around the brevity of plot and character development. 8/10 

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. Devastated this hasn't had international distribution. I demand you tell me the moment you find it!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

July Releases to Come

7/10 Century of Love (Thai Gaga) 10 eps - trailer here, DaouOffroad are back, this time as fated mates in a quasi historical paranormal moment. San has spent many lifetimes waiting for his lost beloved, to reincarnate from her death a century ago. But if he fails to find her within this century's time window, he will succumb to a tragic death. And this time she's a boy. Very much Director Who Buys Me Dinner meets First Love Again, hopefully better than both. I love this pair and think they can handle the premise, it's whether the storytelling is up to the challenge. I'm curious to see but I have reservations.

7/24 I Saw You in My Dream (Thai Weds WeTV) - Dee Hup is behind this one so I have high hopes. Younger boy chronically teased his whole life by the older boy next door suddenly starts having horrific prophetic dreams about his bully and must save hime.

7/26 4 Minutes (Thai Netflix or iQIYI?) - Great is a university student from Faculty of Business and the son of a wealthy business owner. Out of the blue, he gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future.

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: that premise! Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Product placement du jour! Also the only product placed in a BL that I regularly enjoy myself.

Yes I cried. I'm a sap.

The faens in the wive's positions! So cute.

All Wandee

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

There's these tricks, remember.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

I knew I wasn't going to like the ending, but I wasn't expecting it to be so underwhelming and just ugh.

- Izuku and 1A fell out of contact once they graduated... but the "Deku Squad" goes and makes their own hero team while Izuku's over here talking about how LONELY it is that he's not a hero while everyone else around him is. Then when he gets to be Iron Izuku, they get back in touch. Yeah, found family my ass.

- The hero ranking system hasn't changed at all, despite it causing so many problems in the story. In fact, it's even WORSE now that heroics is solely concentrated on those with strong Quirks due to the low crime rate. Again, anyone can be a hero, but only if they have not just A Quirk, but a strong one at that. Eventually, another AFO or Shigaraki will rise up, and they're back to square one.

- Bakugou dropping in the ranks due to his aggression and attitude is both surprising and welcomed. I'd been dreading him being #1, but again, it shows that he's received NO character development in 8 fucking years. He'd be in his twenties at that point. Grow the fuck up.

- I guess Aizawa's "apology" to Izuku amounted to absolutely nothing, and Midnight might as well have never been Mic and Aizawa's friend, given how they don't acknowledge her death.

This series had so much potential and a lot of things that I liked about it, but I'm glad it's been put out of its misery. I just wish it could have been told by a better author.

[karvroom]

10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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⇦ 005. The Beginning of the End

006. Several Assholes in One Day

It was a new day, the weekend, you finally felt free of all academics. You didn't need to worry about Mr. Aizawa's English Lit. class or Mr. Mic's tangent about his latest book up. Your only free time and you decided to take a quick trip to the music store. Unfortunately, the closest one was in the middle of downtown, along a strip of other stores that kept your interest.

While picking up a few CDs for yourself to add to your obscure collection, you debated on going two stores down to the book shop. You were a frequent customer of the store; the owners knew you by heart and absolutely adored your outlook on all things book related.

You stepped out of the music store, searching the plastic grocery bag for the CD you wanted to listen to most on your way home. The morning sun hit your eyes, causing you to squint as the shiny plastic of the case blinded you.

You were at the edge of the sidewalk when you finally looked up at your car. You were met with crimson red irises staring back at you. This is not how you wanted your morning to start off.

"Nice ride. Vintage fenders." Bakugo admired as he leaned against the hood of your car near the driver's side. He scanned your body as you closed in.

Your arms dropped to your sides, holding the CD in one hand and the bag in the other, "Are you following me?"

"I was in the Laundromat." Bakugo pointed at the laundromat across the street, his weight remaining on your car. He frowned as he defended himself, "I saw your car. I came over to say hi."

"Hi." Was all you could respond with, shoving the CD back into the grocery bag as you walked to the driver's side. You reached out for the car door handle, fingers just about to touch the metal before Bakugo slid into your view.

"Not a big talker, huh?"

"Depends on the topic." You tilted your head to the side, your hair dramatically moving behind you. You grimaced, "My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy."

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Bakugo asked as he shrugged his shoulders. You could see the muscles deep through the fabric of his black tee. Something you should've found attractive, but the moronic attitude he gave you made you feel something else.

You looked at him confused, scrunching your eyebrows together, "Why would I be afraid of you?"

Bakugo leaned in closer to you, "Well, most people are."

"Well, I'm not."

"Well, maybe you're not afraid of me, but I'm sure you've thought about me naked." Bakugo winked as his smile expanded into something dangerous; the dimple appearing on his cheek, the smile lines that were deemed attractive.

"Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby." You sarcastically stated, followed by an eyeroll.

You reached behind Bakugo, aggressively pulling on the handle of the door. As the car opened, he had no choice but to push himself away from your car. You stepped into the driver's seat, watching him walk away in frustration.

Twisting the key into the ignition, you heard the unpleasant sound of a male's voice coming from the radio. As you turned to look over your shoulder you were taken aback by the familiar face.

Kaminari parked his car directly behind yours, making it impossible for you to get out of the parking spot. The blonde stepped out of his car. You threw up your hands in an agitated manor, muttering to yourself, "What is it, asshole day?"

The aggravating teen wore a smirk on his face that you wanted to rub against the burning tar. He walked with a skip in his step, crossing paths with the front of your car as you shouted at him.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Kaminari responded, continuing to walk right past you.

You were already fed up with the presence of one nimrod, but another happened to pop up during your shopping spree. No, thank you. Your jaw clenched as you slowly shook your head. You switched gears, putting the car into R for reverse. You watched the back of your old car ram into Kaminari's 1995 Dodge Viper.

A loud BANG satisfied your ears as the pieces of machinery collided. You couldn't see the total damage, but knew the "indent" you caused was huge.

Kaminari came running out of the shopping center, gasping at the chaos. Bakugo stood behind him on the sidewalk, laughing at your accident.

"You bitch!" Kaminari shouted. All eyes in downtown were on the scene, watching as the poor boy ran to his now ruined car.

You shrugged, only feeding into Bakugo's fit of laughter, "Whoops."

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""Whoops"?" Your dad angrily roared from behind you. You were lying on the couch, calmly reading the latest issue of Seventeen. You set the magazine down, forcing your neck to inch higher as you met eyes with your father upside down. He shouted, "My insurance does not cover PMS!"

You sighed, picking your reading material back up, "Well, then tell them I had a seizure."

Your father walked from behind the couch to the front, standing beside you. "Is this about Sarah Lawrence? Are you punishing me because I want you to stay close to home?"

"Aren't you punishing me because Mom left?" You sat up from your lounging position, slamming the magazine on the coffee table in front of you. Something in your father's eyes changed—from upset to saddened.

"You think you could leave her out of this?"

You furiously shook your head, sighing, "Fine. Then stop making my decisions for me."

"I'm your father. That's my right." He raised his voice, not in an angry manner, but to emphasize the authority he held over your state of being.

"So what I want doesn't matter." You stated.

"You're 18. You don't know what you want." You looked away from your father in disbelief. After all that you talked about? After how much you've talked about wanting to go to Sarah Lawrence? He couldn't find a shred of pity for you to allow you to leave the country. His tone elevated a couple notches, "And you won't know what you want till you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it."

You stood up from your sitting position to be level with him. "I want to go to an East Coats school! I want you to trust me to make my own choices, and I want you to stop trying to control my life just because you can't control yours!"

"Yeah, well, you know what I want?" Your father's cellphone rang, leaving him to leave his thoughts incomplete. He groaned at the caller, "We'll continue this later."

"Can't wait." You spoke sarcastically.

You walked in an opposite direction from your father, heading toward the stairs to go to your room. Coincidentally, your sister was rushing down the stairs in her lounging clothes. Mina's phone was in her hand as she gestured to you.

"Did you just maim Kaminari's car?" Mina asked, speaking louder than you and your father did in the living room.

"Yeah. Looks like you're gonna have to take the bus." You shrugged with no mercy shown in your eyes.

"Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention?" Mina asked, stepping closer to your figure. You went around her, walking up the stairs.

You held your head in your hands, frustrated with your family and their lack of support. Completely blocking out your sister's cries for you to come back down the stairs and talk out the situation.

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⇨ 007. Convincing the Brute

taglist🫐 @katsukota @wheezdostuff @honeydwitch @chuugarettes @suckstobrlaurie @the-hangry-otter @napbatata

[1lenii]

Fuck them kids

Miles (G) Morales x F!Reader

⚠️⚠️⚠️THE SONG IS FOR SATIRE PURPOSES⚠️⚠️⚠️

The classic, don’t underestimate me cs I’m a girl

As you know, bonding time with miles as he proves “Fuck these kids, that’s 4ever the moto” - Kali

⚠️cursing, degrading means against children, bullying if you wanna call it that, mentions of violence(only for the game and physical irl)

For the sake of decency these middle schoolers are in 8th grade and miles and (Y/N) are sophomores

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“Fuck you and your dead rat dumbass, where your mom at”

(Y/N) peeps her head from the crack of her boyfriends room, as he yelling more than normal at his game.

“Oh yea?? What you gonna do go cry about it?”

(Y/N) heard murmuring from the other side of the headset that’s seemed to respond in a more ruder tone then last time,

through the headset that rested atop of Miles head leaving a dent in the half that had his Afro and sitting perfectly on the side that had 2 braids

(Basically half out and other half braided; with a hair pick from more visual representation)

‘Seems he got distracted while doing his hair again’ (Y/N) mentally notes, and imaginary sweat drop forming next to her eye brow

“Uh Miles..”

“What.”

“Are those the same middle schoolers from down the block?”

“No..”

The uncertainty of Miles tone gave it away, (Y/N) open the door even more allowing her body access to the room, positioning her self behind Miles gaming chair

“Don’t you think you should be nicer?”

“Nice? When was that a option for you” Miles side eyes you before returning back to the aggressive violation that is shooting

(Y/N) slightly gasps, putting a hand to her chest for effect while pouting

“I’m nice”

“When you want to be”

“I guess, you should still be nicer to them, there only in middle school after all”

“Nu uh ma, fuck these kids” Miles says through the headset noise, violently pressing at his controller

“Papi you can’t be violating kids because they shooting better or whatever it they’re doing” (Y/N) says not being able to contain her laugh

“Como esto es un chiste, why don’t you come play” he’s say taking off his headset and gesturing it towards you, raising a eyebrow in the process

(Y/N) takes the invitation taking the headset and adjusting the muffs to fit her head, Miles pulls her by the waist adjusting her so she sit right on his lap, passing her the controller

“AiI Ma I taught you the basics not to long ago, do your best”

“You talking knowing damn well I’m better then you”

“Not true”

“Keep dreaming pretty boy”

*initiate operating: the mic is now on*

(For my sake a yours I’ll change of the writing style)

Kid 3: Yooo miles you back? I was getting tired of cooking you

(Y/N): oh were you really?

Kid 2: whoa.. who you?

(Y/N): his girlfriend ya kids clueless

Kid 1: booo I got a girl for a teammate wtf

Kid 2: must suck LMAO

Kid 3: don’t worry girly I’ll make sure you the one ending up clueless

(Y/N) just laughs along with Miles who whispers ‘watch yaself’ into the mic

Few minutes into the game and (Y/N) already gotten 20 points for her team

Kid 1: woah I didn’t know your that good

Kid 2: don’t praise her the game ain’t over dickhead

*the game has now ended, with a score of 15 to 62 Miles/Kid1 Wins*

The In game announcer announces as (Y/N) cracks her fingers, “and that’s how’s it’s done little boys, before ya go assuming ya better then a girl, humble yourself maybe you’ll get a girl after”

Kid 3 gf: uhhh who are you talking about little girl watch who you talk to

This random girl appears on the mic, sounding sassy like almost irking (Y/N)

“Don’t test me, who you calling little girl” (Y/N) says with a sadistic smile

“You, what are you deaf, it’s on sight when I see you, don’t talk to my man again”

And with that the girl left the call for kid 3

“Can’t wait to see how that pans out” Miles laughs into your back hugging at your waist

“That little bitch trying” (Y/N) says with the same smile

“It’s fuck them kids right?”

(Y/N) sighs leaving the conversation open for further and future elaborations

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It’s been three days since that game, (Y/N)

Has been chilling knowing she would get touched ‘obviously their empty threats’ (Y/N) deadpanned

While walking the block she catches up with Miles who HAS FINALLY DONE HIS HAIR, was in front of 2 kids around his height and girl

“Ohoho look who decided to show up”

(Y/N) analyzes all of them, “who are you?”

“Better remember me little girl”

“I’m not so little if you looking up to me😭 it’s was on sight, right? I’m waiting and make this quick” (Y/N) dropping her bag food over to Miles, who was literally un phased knowing how this was about play out

“Oh fo’real? Ii girl if you says so” the girl from the match 3 days ago, rolls up her sleeves already swinging

(Y/N) dodge dragging Miles by the hand leaving them behind

The girl fell flat on her face with her bf attending to her

While the other kids said ‘hey!’ And a bunch of other things to retaliate too

(Making this cliche bare with me)

(Y/N) and Miles walk further and deeper into the street into the fading color of the sunset hitting the streets and the buildings with in

“Miles, fuck them kids”

Miles chuckles leaning in to kiss the top of her head, smiling shortly after

“Fuck them kids”

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[toaspireintodarkness]

Oh boy... here we go— give your hands up for--

Present Mic teacher headcannons!!

🔊 He tries to be strict, but there are moments he's pretty chill

🔊 He does have his favorites, but it's not just one student. He has favorite things about each of his students. I.E. how attentive Midoriya is, how Kaminari makes jokes about the English language here and there, Iida's attempts to get every attempt perfect (but Mic will remind the poor boy that just because you can't get it right the first time doesn't mean anything. Language can be hard. It takes practice and time.), how Bakugo will passionately-aggressive 'help' someone or answer when nobody else has the answer, or the way Yaoyorozu will create needed supplies for the lesson or fellow student.

🔊 If a student starts showing signs of trouble outside of school (i.e. lowering grades, lack of focus, change of personality, etc), on their next assignment, he makes a small note of 'See me after class' on the top of their assignment. He'll send a reassuring smile to the student if they go to give him a look of worry/dread. When it's time, Mic will talk about the assignment until everyone is out of the room. Once it's just them, he'll drop the strict teacher act and he'll sound like your dad's best friend who's considered your uncle. He'll ask if you're okay and make sure everything is okay in and out of school. Once he ensures you're gonna be okay, he'll send you along.

🔊 If he knows one of his students is struggling mentally, he'll give subtle gestures of writing 'good job!', 'Are you sure you aren't supposed to be in college?', or 'whew! You set that assignment on FIRE' to help encourage/motivate them.

🔊 He encourages his class to talk!! It's a game of sorts that incorporates their lessons. However, it HAS to be in English. He'll laugh when he hears some of the students trying to remember the specific words/trying to remember how to pronounce them and if he hears a Japanese word, he'll say 'Freeze!' And whoever said the Japanese word has to give an English speech on the spot. It can be random, but it has to make sense. He's really good at hearing so trying to pin the blame on someone else won't work.

🔊 If he's overly tired from his radio/hero jobs, he'll forget he's a teacher for a moment and he'll greet the students as if he's live on air at the radio station and he's rambling about God knows what until Iida interrupts him asking if it relates to today's lesson and that's when it dawns on Mic that he's at school now. He doesn't let it phase him and plays it cool like he totally didn't just waste the first bit of class rambling like he was on his talkshow.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so like I’m exhausted- and I just really need to get this idea off my chest.

But a streamer au. Obviously modern, where Steve can’t hear anything because he accidentally dropped his hearing aids in the toilet. (Something real goofy and stupid) and he’s friends with popular streamer Dustin Henderson (who plays all sorts of games) not only is Steve friends with him but he’s friends with a few other streamers. Though they all want to include Steve in on their Minecraft server, because they know that when he has his hearing back he’ll be on there all the time talking to them. That and he also enjoys building things with Robin and just wander around the world. So they all get this server set up and start streaming. Some newer streamers join as well that Steve doesn’t know but the others know, and Steve has quickly become a fan favorite.

They are roleplaying a DnD campaign in Minecraft, when Steve’s character just pops out of no where doing the randomest things, at this point he even has lore. He’s a mute character who can only talk through messages. Everyone just loves Steve. He’s made numerous friends, and has helped build a lot of things. And no one in chat as ever seen or heard him. Though he is always in Eddie Munson’s streams constantly. Eddie is a older streamer, but wasn’t in on the fact that Steve can hear he just needs hearing aids. So when Steve explains he’s mostly deaf he just goes on about his day like normal. Though now typing book length messages to Steve. (Every streamer can see these messages, Eddie enjoys talking there so his chat can see what Steve’s saying and it’s easier to read off the same screen instead of having to constantly switch to discord) at this point Steve and Eddie are thick as thief’s.

Eddie’s the chaotic one and Steve is the tame one, and their videos together are hilarious. Though when Steve finally gets his hearing aids he’s excited to finally be able to talk to his new friend. He clicks in and joins the voice chat where you can only hear each other when you are actually close to each other in game. (Proximity) so when Eddie comes on and finds Steve he’s talking to his chat, not really caring about muting his mic because Steve can’t hear it. And he doesn’t stream.

And Steve his beaming and happy because he can finally hear Eddie’s voice. His hearing aids are a lot better then the last ones and he isn’t as muffled anymore. He stays silent, because he’s shy. And he tags along with Eddie. Who’s now changing his skin back and forth and talking to chat still. Steve hasn’t said anything. He’s waiting.

“Alright fine fine, I’ll ask Steve if he likes the maid out fit or the bunny suit.” Is heard right before aggressive typing begins.

Steve answers without thinking, and sounds really soft. “Maid Outfit.”

And his first words spoken to Eddie are maid outfit. And the timing is hilarious because he’s pretty sure Eddie has flat lined.

“Also, meant to ask why are our beds pushed together?” Steve asks.

Just I want a really cute au like this. And not weird.

Or instead of the maid outfit, chat is telling Eddie to give Steve his daily kiss. (It’s not he just moves forward and hits Steve’s Minecraft character) which has always confused steve until he hears. “Fine daily smooch for the Stevie boo” (Eddie has given him nicknames?) and just smacks Steve’s character making him loose a heart.

“Ow. That’s why you keep hitting me? For kisses? Eddie I gave you cake, we share a house together and you decided smacking my character upside the head was the equivalent to kissing? You could have just given me flowers dude!”

(Like all of the possibilities are endless)

[slightly-hellish]

Gamer!Shigaraki Smut Drabble

Warnings: Gamer Rage, Dick Sucking

Sitting on your knees next to Shigaraki’s desk as he shit talks in-game. Watching the concentration on his face, eyes flickering across his screens, the way his jaw tightens and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, waiting for him to be done. After ten minutes you get fed up, crawling under the desk. He doesn’t notice you until you’re unbuttoning his pants, at that time he tries to kick you away.

“Fucking stop, I’m in the middle of a game.”

You persist despite his attempts to run you away, as soon as your lips brush his dick he groans, you can’t see his face but you imagine it’s contorted in anger and frustration accompanying the concentration. He huffs but doesn’t make a move to stop you.

Your tongue licks a long stripe from base to tip, and you feel him shudder under you, raging at his teammates over the mic as he tries to sort the feelings clouding his mind. Sudden and with a hum you pull him into your throat, swallowing to emphasize the pleasure. He groans loudly but managed to keep his focus; and that just doesn’t work for you.

Leaning into you work his cock with vigor, bringing the tip to kiss as low in your throat as you can force it. He begins to grind against your face, just a bit.

‘There it is.’

You hum as you go, sending vibrations through him, causing tremors to rack his body as you bring him ever closer to his release. He’s stopped communicating with his teammates and has dropped his headset to his neck, their cries of anger reaching your ears. Tomura leans back finally sparing a glance as you suck his cock down your throat. Your eyes shoot up to his when you feel him lean back, your eyes watering from the pressure in, cheeks flushed a brilliant red as you suck him. His eyes meet yours in a mixture of anger and arousal, a sneer adorning his face.

You watch is face as his eyes flick between you and the screen, you know he’s debating weather to throw the match and indulge himself in your sweet mouth or to shove you away.

In a quick series of events he yanks his hands away from the keyboard, threading in your hair, his artist gloves keeping you from becoming a pile of dust against him. He drives his hips to meet your lips, pushing him deliciously further down your throat. You gag momentarily before recovering following his lead.

“Better make this good slut, you’re fucking up my streak.”

Silently obeying and putting your all into devouring him. His hands claw at your scalp, he’s growling aggressively as he meets your lips in a dangerous face every time he bucks to meet you half way. You can hear his teammates yelling for him as he rides your face, his expression contorting in ecstasy. He whimpers momentary before erupting into your throat, forcing your face against him, nose kissing his pelvis as you swallow all he gives you.

He yanks off his headphones, throwing them on the desk before wrapping your hair around his hand and yanking you to your feet.

“You’re in for it now, whore.”

[sommerbueckers]

could we get a story where paige’s gf surprises her with her nipples being pierced

love your writing!!!!

thank you so much hon !!

Silver Surprises

one shot

I leaned back against the car seat, gently biting on my lip and tapping my fingers against the wheel.

I had gone absolutely insane.

An hour ago everything had been normal; I had opened my eyes to Paige's face nuzzled into my neck, but woken up to the feeling of it between my thighs. Afterward, I cooked breakfast for the both of us which we enjoyed snuggled on the couch together.

Now, I was returning home after doing the most anomalous thing I'd ever done. The idea had been floating around in the back of my mind for a while, but I had never actually built up the courage to do it. That was until I drove past a tattoo shop that displayed a large and rather inviting sign in the window, 'All piercings half off.'

Who in their right mind would pass up something like that?

I was slightly regretting my decision as I stepped out of the car, doing my best to stop my jacket from rubbing against my nipples. I locked the door and headed up to the apartment.

Paige was in the same spot that I had left her, brows frowned in concentration and Fortnite on the tv. She gave me a brief smile when I walked in, immediately going back to her game.

"Hi baby," I greeted, setting my keys down on the counter.

"Hey," she responded absently, fingers moving vigorously.

"You win yet?"

"No," she frowned, "these stupid fuckin' kids keep fuckin' killing me."

I snorted softly, walking over and sitting beside her. "Did you really just-"

"You! Yeah you little shit, I called you stupid!" Paige shouted, aggressively grabbing the mic on her headphones.

"Paige! You can't call children stupid," I said.

The two of us then watched in tense silence as her character was shot from behind, leaving her to become a spectator. She snatched her headphones off, throwing them to the side along with the controller.

"Fuckin' bullshit," she breathed out.

"Aw," I pouted mockingly, running my hand through her hair.

She playfully glared at me, swatting my hand away.

"Did the stupid children make you angry?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah."

"You need somethin' to cheer you up?"

A smirk found its way to her face and she narrowed her eyes, "I think I do."

"Good," I smiled brightly, "because I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah? We tryin' somethin' new or...?"

I thought about it as I stood up, was it really something new? Paige absolutely loved nipple play, but mine were never sensitive enough for me to actually appreciate the attention she gave them. Now, with how sensitive they'd be from the piercing, it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

"Not exactly..." I smiled, beginning to unzip my jacket. "Same old tricks just...with a new edition," I slowly pulled it open, "two new editions."

Paige's fingers gripped the edge of the couch in anticipation, her eyes trained on my chest as I let the jacket fall to the floor. She wasn't even listening to me by the time I had gathered up my words. "Remember how I had been telling you I wanted to get my nipples pierced, well I finally grew some balls today."

Paige was silent...silenced, her eyes bulging from her head. At first her reaction had elicited a laugh from me, but the longer it dragged on, the more self conscious I grew. I couldn't tell if she liked it or not. I brought my lip in between my teeth, shifting my gaze to anything else in the room.

Paige cleared her throat, "You- That- hm." She fell silent again, hand covering her mouth in a. thoughtful way.

"You don't like it do you?" I asked, shoulders dropping slightly.

The blonde frowned, standing and walking over to me.

"'Scuse me? I fuckin' love it," she laughed. "Can I touch 'em?"

"Yeah but be careful, like really careful."

"Yeah, yeah."

Paige softly reached her hands out to touch each nipple, first touching the area around them before running her thumb directly over them. A light gasp filled the space between us partially because of the slight pain and partially because of how good it felt.

Something in Paige's eyes darkened, and her tongue darted across her lips the longer she touched them. I felt myself leaning into her touch, my hands finding her biceps to keep her close.

Suddenly, her lips were on mine.

"You're so fuckin' sexy," she murmured.

"Yeah?"

Hands traveling down to my ass she said, "Yeah. Jus' wanna touch you all day. It feels like Christmas."

I laughed, "Well take me to the bed and put the star on top."

Paige paused for a moment before her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What does that even mean?"

"Bitch I was trying to be sexy!" you slapped her arm, "Go along with it."

Laughter flooded the room as she lifted me up by my thighs and carried me into the bedroom.

God I fucking love this woman.

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Rollo at the Writing Desk Masterlist

This is a collection of interactions written for the Rollo at the Writing Desk blog event held in October of 2023. Intro story: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Reader Interactions

"How much sleep do you get? You look like you could use more."

“I would love to hear you play handbells.”

Ghost delivering a gift basket from Yuu

Meeting your sleepy pet cat (not Grim, but a literal pet cat)

"I keep dreaming about you giving me a bowl cut. Please stop."

"Have some grapes! By the way, why don't you like savarin?"

**LOUDLY AND AGGRESSIVELY READS ABOUT THE MALLEUS IN THE MIDDLE EAR**

"Let's play with some alphabet blocks! I'll start: F is for Friends who do stuff together..."

"Oops, I think I set the kitchen on fire while trying to cook ramen."

*stares at Rollo with big, wet eyes*

"Have you ever tried Rolo chocolates before?"

"Have a handkerchief and a hug!"

“You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep scowling like that.”

"Remember to be respectful and civil."

"What would you do if you met the Righteous Judge in person?"

"Rollo, please give me advice on how to approach my crush!"

"What are your thoughts on children?"

*annoys him by purposefully shoving a mic in his face* "Please tell us about your NRC experience!"

NRC Student Interactions

Watching the Equestrian Club practice

Encountering Leona

Rook wants to see Rollo’s smile

Rollo meeting Ortho for the first time

Confiscating manga from Idia

"What a shame that you have chosen to not take Crewel-sams's Alchemy course."

"FLAMME, DROP AND GIVE ME 50!!"

Interactions with the Dorms

Heartslabyul welcomes Rollo

Savanaclaw welcomes Rollo

Octavinelle welcomes Rollo

Scarabia welcomes Rollo

Pomefiore welcomes Rollo

Ignihyde welcomes Rollo

Diasomnia welcomes Rollo

Headcanons

Tsum!Rollo headcanons

Catboy!Rollo headcanons

Rollo as your best friend headcanons

Rollo vs Malleus for the Reader's affection headcanons

Interactions with Miss Raven

Raven is interested in his ring

They share a lunch

Raven reads Rollo a story

Rollo at the Writing Desk fan art

Closing story: Part 1 (lol, that's it)