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cumironi · 7 months ago

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SAY HIII! TO THE CAMERA s. geto

☆ sum. stay quiet and keep him warm and hard, while he is playing video games, that’s the order. but it seems like too much hardness making you lose control of your body.

warning. non-sorcerer au, roommate geto, spank, cōck-drunk reader, petnames, dirty talk, overstim, praises, fem! reader, sugu gets annoyed when you can’t stay still, he’s annoyed because you make him lose, lol, tats-spank, háir-pulling, choking, bit exhibitionism.

there’s something deeply comforting about having geto suguru as your roommate, a kind of unspoken reassurance that no matter how life twists and turns, you have someone in your corner. he’s not just kind; he’s the kind of person who’s genuinely considerate, remembering the little things that most people overlook. his gentle humor fills even the quietest moments with warmth, and his manners, always so natural, make you feel valued and understood. he’s the type of person who holds open doors, who waits for you when you linger on your way home, and who genuinely listens when you speak, as if your words are the only ones that matter.

living together, you’ve come to depend on him in a way that feels both new and familiar. in the late hours of the night, when silence settles over the apartment, there are moments of connection that you’ve never found with anyone else. he's seen you in every state — the vulnerable, raw moments when you’re barely holding it together, the giddy highs when you’re spilling over with excitement, and even the quiet days when all you need is to be near someone without saying a word. every joy and every sorrow, he’s there, a constant presence, filling the empty spaces of your life.

over time, though, there’s another unspoken need that starts to creep in. it’s there in the lingering glances, the way your touches linger just a moment too long, the awareness that builds between you both, each brushing touch leaving a faint trace of longing. you’ve found yourself drawn to him, in a way that goes beyond friendship, a desire simmering under the surface that you don’t dare voice. it’s been a while since you’ve had anyone to share that kind of closeness with, and every time he’s near, you can feel that need building, that craving that he seems to sense. and that ‘desire’ you crave so much, geto is there with an open arms and. . . open legs.

it was one of those days a mix of emotions swirling, a growing desire that had been building in the space between you two, bubbling to the surface. without overthinking it, you found yourself outside geto’s room, feeling a thrill as you opened the door without knocking. you were wearing only your skirt and a simple bra, skin tingling under the weight of anticipation.

geto was at his computer, focused on whatever he had been doing, but as soon as he heard the door creak open, he turned, spinning his chair around slowly. his gaze swept over you, eyes darkening with a spark of something unmistakable as he took you in. he let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the view. “well,” he drawled, his voice a touch rougher, “looks like someone’s feeling bold today.”

his own appearance was casual but undeniably alluring. he wore only a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his toned chest bare, catching the soft light from the room. his long, dark hair fell loosely around his shoulders, framing his sharp features and giving him an almost untamed look that made your heart race faster. he watched you with a steady, appreciative gaze, that familiar, playful glint in his eyes turning to something deeper as his eyes traced over your form.

“you here for something, or just planning to drive me crazy?” he teased, his voice low, dripping with that lazy confidence he always wore so effortlessly. you felt your cheeks warm as you stepped into his room, but you didn’t waver, letting your gaze flicker over his chest, taking in the way his muscles shifted.

“i think you know exactly why i’m here,” you replied, keeping your voice light but letting the meaning behind your words settle between you. his smirk widened, and he straightened, reaching a hand out to you, his touch gentle but insistent as he pulled you closer.

his hand brushing your waist, guiding you to stand between his legs. his other hand came up to rest on your hip, fingers tracing small, lazy circles along your bare skin as he looked up at you.

god, the way he looked at you, with that sultry gaze sweeping over every inch of your body, made it nearly impossible to keep your composure. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare skin, each touch almost enough to send a shiver down your spine. the air between you two felt thick, electric, as if it held every unspoken thought, every lingering glance and desire that had built up over time. you could hear the faint hitch in his breath as you stepped closer, closing what little distance remained between you.

“is that right?” he murmured, voice low and rough, his tone thick with barely concealed amusement. “and what did i do to earn this little visit? not that i i’m complaining.” his fingers toyed with the edge of your skirt, tracing a slow line up your thigh that sent waves of warmth through you, each touch building a sweet tension that had you leaning in, craving more.

you couldn��t help but hum in response, letting your fingers glide over his bare shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his skin, the solid strength beneath your touch. your other hand found its way to his hair, threading through the long, dark locks that framed his face so perfectly handsome, your fingers lingering as you gently pulled him closer.

“it’s not what you did,” you replied, your voice a low, teasing murmur, your lips close enough to brush against his ear. “it’s what you can do.” the words hung between you, dripping with anticipation, each syllable filled with a promise you knew he could hear.

geto chuckled, a warm, low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. he leaned into your touch, his hand sliding up under your skirt, fingers splaying against your skin, and you could feel the heat of his palm, the barely suppressed tension in the way he touched you.

“oh?” he drawled, tilting his head so his face was dangerously close to your bellybutton. his lips grazed the shell of your skin, his breath hot against your skin. “and what exactly is it that you need me to do, pretty girl?”

before you could answer, his hands found your waist, gently but insistently pulling you down to sit on his lap. his arm wrapped securely around your bare waist, the other hand still warm and steady on your thigh. you felt yourself sink into him, the heat of his skin against yours, the way he held you close with that effortless confidence.

you leaned in, lips close to his ear as you whispered, voice teasing but edged with a hint of urgency. “you know exactly what i want, suguru,” you murmured, your fingers tracing along his collarbone, feeling his breath hitch as you spoke. “stop pretending to be stupid.”

a lazy smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze darkening with satisfaction as he tightened his hold on you, his hand slipping higher on your thigh, tracing lazy circles that sent a spark of anticipation through you. “oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice rough with restrained desire, “i’d never be that stupid.”

geto shifted his hips, the heat of your bodies pressed together, his hand sliding slowly to the curve of your hip. there was a raw, unabashed hunger in his eyes, his gaze traveling over every inch of your exposed skin, taking in every subtle shudder, every quickening breath.

he pulled you even closer, desperate, and you could feel the tension building between the bitten of you as his other hand slid further up your skirt, his knuckles brushing over your inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his hand squeezed your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, an unspoken promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

“if you want something,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper, “all you have to do is ask.” then he leaned in, his lips trailing a warm path from your collarbone up to your shoulder, and you could feel the low rumble of his voice against your sensitive skin. he nipped at your ear, his voice a dark, lustful murmur. “beg me for it, sweetheart.”

his lips traveled back down to your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, and a small gasp escaped your lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. his lips curled into a satisfied smile against your flesh, and his hand slid even higher up your thigh, the heat of his touch searing through you.

“beg me,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. “beg me to give it to you… and i’ll give you everything you need.”

and he lies.

you sit on his lap as he games, his cock buried deep inside you, you trying to stifle moans as occasionally he thrusts up into you, barely— either too distracted by his stupid games or he just being his usual self, a fucking jerk and a tease. “such a gooood girl, baby,” he growls lowly into your ear, muting his microphone. after all, he didn’t want his teammates hearing what a good little toy you were being, taking his cock like you were.

how had things turned out like this, you wonder? you were the one that was supposed to be teasing him, not the other way around. now you were the one, stifling whimpers and moans, and almost begging him to fuck you.

“s-suguru, p-please..” you whimper.

he ignores you completely as he goes back to his game, turning his microphone back on, saying, “son of a bitch, you fuckers can’t do anything right, can you?” you wiggle your hips on top of him, trying to get him to pay attention to you more, and his hand comes to rest briefly on your thigh, squeezing it tightly. a warning to knock it off. but you continue doing it. you had to take things back under your control, and what better way than by wiggling your hips, feeling him brush up against your sensitive spot, and letting out a quiet whimper.

he mutes his microphone again, letting out a warning growl, and lowly says, “y/n.. stop moving and be a good girl for me, hm?” his voice is dangerous, a sign to dare you to move even just a beat. but youuu, you tilt your head back, peering back into his face, and smile innocently. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about, suguruuu. . .”

your back was facing him as you sat on his lap, elbows resting hard on his computer desk. only you cute pink skirt wrap loosely around your waist with no underwear. your bare nipples pressed against the hard surface. geto’s fingers dig into your thigh, holding you still as he continues playing his game, ignoring your attempts at seduction. his breathing grows heavier, the scent of his arousal filling the air between you. he’s clearly struggling to focus on the match with you writhing atop him like this.

“y/n... i swear if you keep this up, i’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless,” he warns through gritted teeth, voice menacing. despite the threat, there’s an unmistakable note of desire lacing his words.

“now be a good girl and sit still,” he warned, his hand reaches up to grab your hip, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing erection and continue to cockwarming him while he’s playing games with his friends— stupid gojo satoru. a choked gasp escapes your lips as he grinds up into you, stretching you deliciously around his girth.

his grip tightens on your hip, guiding your movements to grind yourself against him even more. he doesn’t care who hears anymore, his mind consumed with thoughts of claiming you right here and now. his game character takes a hit from an enemy player the moment you do a harsh slammed on his cock, causing him to curse loudly into his mic.

“fuck! ’m distracted,” he admits before cutting himself off mid-sentence, realizing just how loud he’d been. he quickly mutes his mic once more, though he makes no move to stop grinding you against him. “that’s what you wanted, isn’t it, y/n? for me to lose focus so i could finally give you what you've been craving.”

his hand slides up your spine from your hip, gripping your neck firmly enough to let you know he means business. “i’m not going to repeat myself y/n, stop fucking moving.” his other hand comes up to slap lightly against your ass after retreating from the keyboard, leaving a warm imprint on your skin before he pushes your chest further to his desk and continues to play his game. gasp!

geto’s dominant grip on your hips and neck sends shivers down your spine, your body responding instinctively to his commanding touch. the sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp and gasp, the sting mixing with the pleasure of having your bare bottom exposed to him.

despite his warnings, you can’t help but subtly rock your hips, seeking friction against his thick length still buried deep within you. your upper teeth sinking lowered on your lower lips, a subtle way to hide the desperate moaning. your breath hitches as he pushes you harder against the desk, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body beneath you.

as geto focuses back on his game, you find yourself leaning forward more— your nipples touching the cold surface making you shiver, bracing your hands on the edge of the desk under you. this position allows you to sink deeper onto his cock, your inner walls clenching reflexively around him.

with each subtle roll of your hips, geto lets out a low groan, his focus waverting from his game momentarily. he pulls you closer, forcing his cock deeper inside you until you feel every inch of him pressing against your most sensitive spots.

“fucking hell, y/n...” he curses under his breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control. but it’s clear that he’s losing the battle against both his own desires and yours, even against his own stupid games. he smacks your ass again, this time harder, leaving a bright red mark on your flesh.

“be still!” he demands, his voice laced with both frustration and lust. his fingers dig into your neck, applying pressure just shy of pain. the smack on your ass sends another jolt of pleasure through you, your body arching back against him instinctively. the mix of pain and pleasure leaves you panting, your pussy clamping down on his cock as if begging for more.

despite his command, you can’t seem to obey. instead, you press your breasts further into the desk, enjoying the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against the cool surface. each movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the ache building between your legs.

“suguru... please,” you whisper, your voice barely above a whimper. the desperation in your tone is undeniably begging. geto’s grip on your neck tightens, his thumb brushing over your pulse point rhythmically as he fights against the urge to simply throw caution to the wind and claim you right then and there. instead, he focuses back on his game, cursing loudly when his character takes another hit.

“shit... y/n, shut up before i really lose my shit,” he growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of his hips. his cock surges deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. his other hand losing the touch of his keyboard for a beat to sending a slaps down on your ass again, this time in slow deliberate strokes meant to draw out your pleasure. he’s punishing you for making him lose focus, but also rewarding you for being such a tease.

geto’s punishing thrusts send waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your nails digging into the desktop as you struggle to hold back cries of pleasure. the slow, deliberate slaps on your ass echo through the room, each impact sending tingles racing up your spine.

“ahh!” you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, your pleas growing more desperate as the coil of tension inside you winds tighter and tighter. the combination of his thick cock stretching you open and the relentless stimulation to your sensitive ass has you teetering on the brink of climax. you can feel the telltale fluttering in your core, signaling your impending release.

geto’s jaw clenches as he battles to keep his composure, refusing to let go and indulge in the sweet release that beckons him. his fingers waltz down from your neck to the curve of your hip, tightening on the soft flesh, his grip bordering on bruising as he holds you in place, denying you the friction you crave.

“not yet, y/n... you don’t get to come until i say so,” he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. his hips buck upward sharply, burying himself to the hilt inside you for the countless times and grinding against your clit with a forceful thrust.

he repeats this motion several times, using your body for his own pleasure, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in with brutal intensity. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled moans and his guttural groans.

the rough treatment only fuels your desire, pushing you closer to the edge with each powerful thrust. your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him for more as you ride the wave of pleasure he’s forcing upon you. the way you roll your hips like you are either desperately looking for the climax you’ve been craving for the past hours, trying to get revenge for keeping you waiting, or just simply trying to suck his soul— geto are fine either way.

“pleaseee. . . sugu’—’m gonna cum,” you stutter out, the words trailing off into a series of whimpers. your inner walls clench and flutter around his cock, pulsing with the intensity wanting of your release, “please, ’m sorry,” you cry. your body convulses, each tremor rippling through you as you cling desperately to the desk.

geto grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him, urging him towards his own climax. but he refuses to give in just yet, determined to make you pay for distracting him with your teasing. “not good enough... beg properly,” he commands, his voice a low growl. he slams into you again, driving his cock even deeper than before, stretching your inner walls to their limit— kissing your cervix each time. his hand moves from your hip to your dripping cunt, his fingers delving into your wetness, stroking at your swollen clit.

he keeps up this merciless pace, alternating between hard thrusts and swift withdrawals, driving you to the brink of madness. your pleas become more frantic, your body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. “please— let me cum, i need to...” you gasp out, your voice hitching on each word as you fight to maintain coherence.

each stroke of his fingers against your clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, amplifying the ache in your core. the combination of his thick cock pounding into you and his skilled fingers working your clit has you teetering on the precipice of obliviation.

“i’m sorry, i’m sooo sorry— pleasee...” you sob, your plea turning into a keening wail as you about to reach your pea only for geto to lift you up off his cock before slamming back into your pussy— playing with your climax and just generically being an asshole.

geto leans over you, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispers darkly, “not yet... not till you learn your lesson.” with each thrust, he aims to prove his dominance, showing no mercy as he punishes you for your disobedience. his fingers never relent from their torment of your clit, adding fuel to the fire that’s consuming you from within.

he reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly before pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. the sharp pinch sends an unexpected surge of pleasure coursing through you, making your back arch off the desk and the game long forgotten.

“beg better...” he taunts, knowing full well that he’s playing with fire. without saying a word to his friends, geto left his game to open his computer camera. he grab a fistful of your hair to pull your face away from the desk. a soft light illuminating your face. geto smile to his camera as he saw your fucked-face, ruined by your tears and your mascara.

he pulls you closer until your back touches his sweaty chest before snake his arm under your thighs and opens your legs wider to his camera. “say hi, to the camera y/n,” he whisper in your ear as he rest his chin on shoulder. your breath comes in short gasps, each thrust of his cock sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. the split pinch on your nipple only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

you whimper, your voice choked with unshed tears. the sight of his hand gripping your hair tightly sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you who’s in control. with the way he pressing your back against his chest, knees straight glue to your chest, you can’t help but squirm on top of him. his heavy breathing in your ear, the warmth of his body against yours—it’s all too much.

“hi. . .” you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible. the words are directed towards the camera, but they’re laced with desperation and pleading.

geto chuckles, dark and mocking, at your feeble attempt to address the camera, his amusement evident in the way he tightens his grip on your hair. he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of your drenched cunt with ruthless efficiency— visible to the camera of his computer.

“that’s iiiit... look pretty while you’re getting fucked,” he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper that sends chills down your spine. he watches you through the screen, purple eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he observes your reactions. his free hand trails down your body, exploring every curve and crevice with possessive intent. he cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze before smacking it hard enough to leave a red print on your skin.

“still think you can distract me?” he asks, his tone laced with challenge.

your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations, each thrust of his cock sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. “n-no—can’t, i won’t,” you stammer out, your voice choked with emotion. the sting of his slap on your breast makes you flinch, but it also intensifies the heat coiling in your lower belly. despite the pain and humiliation, you find yourself pushed closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of orgasmic bliss.

geto smirks at your admission, pleased with the submission in your voice. he drives into you harder, relentlessly in his pursuit of your pleasure—and your punishment. “mmm, good girl... now cum for me,” he orders, his voice a seductive mix of command and promise. he lets go of your hair to grasp your throat, applying just enough pressure to ensure your attention remains focused on him and nothing else.

the hand that had been smacking your breasts now finds its way between your bodies, rubbing circles onto your clit while still keeping a firm hold on your throat. he watches intently, observing how your face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the sight of you succumbing to his will.

“let me hear it... let me hear how good it feels when i fuck you senseless,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “come on baby, i know you are dirty girl.” your entire being focuses on the sensation of his cock plunging into you, each thrust hitting spots inside you that send waves of pleasure crashing through your body. the pressure on your throat and the stimulation of your clit combine to push you closer to the edge.

a strangled moan escapes your lips, your voice breaking as you try to comply with his demand. “it- it feels so good— so fucking good...” you pant, your words punctuated by gasps and whimpers. your pussy clenches around his cock, desperate for release as you cling to the last threads of sanity.

geto grins at your words, satisfaction washing over him as he feels your pussy tightening around his throbbing member. he tightens his grip on your throat slightly, forcing a choked cry from your lips.

“that’s it... that’s my good girl,” he praises, his voice a deep rumble of approval. he quickens his pace, each thrust becoming more powerful and deliberate. the sound of your moans and the sight of your flushed face spur him on further. he wants to see you unravel, to witness the moment when pleasure overtakes reason. “cum for me... show me what a fucking mess i’ve made of you,” he grunts, his fingers rubbing furiously against your clit, eager to draw out your climax.

your body trembles on the brink of release, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive clit sends you spiraling into oblivion. you throw your head back to his shoulder, closing your eyes as you feel your toes curling and your legs shaking in the air. stars running around behind your eyelids and burst into fireworks.

a loud cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt clenching tightly around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body. your limbs feel weak, your mind foggy as you ride out the intensity of your climax.

“oh god, oh godddd...” you whimper, your body wracked with sobs as you struggle to regain control as geto watches you through his screen. geto relishes the feeling of your cum spasming around his cock, begging to milk him dry and sucking his cum out, and paint your velvet walls white. he lets out a low groan, his own climax building rapidly.

he continues to rub your clit mercilessly, determined to prolong your pleasure even as he approaches his own peak. his grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to breathe raggedly. “look at you... crying and coming like a fucking whore,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust. he gives one final, deep thrust, burying himself completely inside you as he releases his seed deep within your womb.

your body continues to convulse with aftershocks of pleasure, your cunt still clamping sporadically around his cock. the sensation of his hot cum filling you up pushes you over the edge once more, another wave of ecstasy washing over you. through tear-filled eyes, you gaze up at the screen, meeting geto’s intense purple stare. your mouth hangs open just a wee, panting heavily as you struggle to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“fuck, suguru,” you whimper, your voice hoarse from crying out during your orgasms. your arms fall limply to your sides, unable to support your weight any longer. you’re utterly spent, drained of all energy and willpower, finally. all you can do is sit there on his lap, impaled on his cock, as he fills you with his essence.

geto watches you intently, drinking in the sight of your ravaged expression and trembling form. he keeps his cock buried deep inside you, relishing the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of your used hole.

he finally releases your throat, his hands moving to cup your breasts instead, squeezing them gently as if testing their weight. he strokes your nipples with his thumbs, teasing them back to hardness. “such a beautiful mess,” he whispers, his tone filled with pride and satisfaction. he reaches up to gently wipe away some of the tears trailing down your cheeks, his touch surprisingly tender given the rough sex you just endured.

once he’s satisfied with your appearance, he leans back in his chair, pulling you against his chest as he cradles you in his strong arms. he strokes your hair soothingly, humming a soft melody that seems to vibrate through his body and into yours.

“so beautiful,” he coos, his voice a warm caress against your ear, eyes meeting yours in the land of his screen. “shame we’re only roommate,” he smiling softly before kissing your forehead. your body molds against his, seeking comfort and reassurance after the intense session. struggling the way your body trembling, with the energy left you move to face him, nuzzle into his neck and curl up on his lap, breathing in his scent as you slowly come down from the high of your multiple orgasms.

you let out a soft sigh, your breath tickling his skin. despite the tenderness of the moment, you can’t help but feel a pang of sadness at his words. as much as you crave his touch and desire him intensely, you know that this is all it can ever be—a secret tryst between roommates.

“yeah, what a shame,” you murmur, your voice barely audible. you trail off, not daring to finish the thought aloud. you know it would be futile to hope for more, to dream of a future where suguru could be yours openly and without shame. geto holds you close, his arms encircling your waist possessively. he tilts your chin up with one finger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“don’t look so sad, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “we have this, don’t we? these moments, just you and me...” he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and claiming every inch of you. when he finally pulls away, you’re both left panting softly.

“i know it’s not ideal,” he admits, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “but it’s better than nothing, isn’t it? at least we can have this... this connection.” he smiles ruefully, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. “and who knows?”

you nod slowly, trying to convince yourself that yes, this is enough. it’s not ideal, but it’s something—something real and raw and incredibly satisfying. you capture his hand and press it against your cheek, holding it there as you gaze into his eyes. “yeah, whatever,” you agree softly.

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm before releasing his hand. you snuggle back into his embrace, feeling contented and oddly fulfilled. maybe this was all you needed after all—to share these stolen moments with geto, to experience the depth of emotion and physical intimacy that he alone could provide.

geto’s smile widens at your acceptance, relief washing over him with hummed followed along after. he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you flush against his muscular frame. “whatever indeed,” he chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body. he nuzzles your hair affectionately, inhaling your scent deeply.

“i’m glad we understand each other, kitten,” he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. “now, how about we take a nap? i think we’ve earned it after that intense session.” he settles back in his chair, cradling you in his lap as he reclines comfortably. his cock, still semi-hard, presses against your ass, a constant reminder of your recent activities.

“just rest here with me,” he whispers, stroking your back soothingly. “let’s recharge our batteries for the next time.” geto grins, a devilish glint in his purple eyes. “what a sweet shit-talker,” you mutter, too tired or maybe too much of a coward to say it out loud.

the soft insult making the raven-haired man snort, “well, aren’t you a cynic?” his hand moves to stroke your hair, his touch gentle yet firm. “but hey, even the biggest cynics need a little sweetness now and then, right?” he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “and besides, i’m just looking out for my favorite roommate.” he winks, his smirk playful yet dangerous.

you roll your eyes, attempting to put up a facade of indifference, but you can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. “oh, so i’m your favorite, huh?” you retort weakly, leaning into his touch. “i must be so honored.”

he lets out another of those low laughs, the sound sending a shiver through you. “oh, you should be,” he says, his voice lilting with playful arrogance. “i don’t just let anyone sit on my lap, you know. you should count yourself lucky, sweetheart.”

you let yourself relax in his embrace, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket. his hands continue their soothing motions, roaming over your back and hair, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. despite your exhaustion, a cheeky thought crosses your mind as you snuggle closer to him.

“favorite roommate, huh?” you tease, your voice low and sultry. “i thought i was your only roommate.”

geto chuckles once again, his chest rumbling against yours. “ah, semantics,” he replies, his voice a mix of amusement and feigned nonchalance. “details, details. my favorite… my only… same difference, really.” he pulls you even closer, his arms encircling you like a warm, muscular embrace. “besides,” he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. “you're the only roommate i need.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his chest rumbling with his quiet chuckle, his voice laced with that familiar mix of amusement and teasing. his arms tightened around you, drawing you closer until there was hardly any space between you, his embrace both comforting and exhilarating.

as his lips found that sensitive spot on your neck, a soft sigh escaped you, and you leaned into his touch, letting your fingers trail gently along his shoulder. the way he held you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, everything felt like second nature, the kind of closeness that only he could bring.

snuggling closer, you let out a quiet laugh, your eyes half-closed as you nestled against him. “cheeky bastard,” you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you relaxed into his arms. his warmth enveloped you, and you closed your eyes, letting the moment wrap around you like a gentle haze.

his lips curved into a smirk against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back. “damn right i am,” he replied, his voice low and amused. he shifted in his chair, his muscular arms flexing as he pulled you even closer. you were practically pressed flush against him now, the heat of his body seeping through your skin, a comforting and exciting presence.

geto hums, a pleased sound that vibrates through his chest. his fingers continue their gentle, soothing motions, tracing invisible patterns on your skin, as if he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. “but i prefer the term ‘charming, irresistible bastard,’ thank you very much,” he replies jokingly. “and besides, you like it when i’m cheeky.”

a laugh escapes you as his words sink in, a warm, playful sound that melts into the air around you. “i don’t know where you got that idea,” you reply, your voice light with mock indignation. “i never said i liked it when you’re cheeky.”

but even as you deny it, your arms find their way around his bare waist, pulling yourself closer, and you can feel his warmth seeping into you, steady and grounding. the rhythmic beat of his heart thumps under your ear, a soothing lull that makes the rest of the world feel like it’s melting away.

with a soft, relieved sigh, you let yourself relax into him, the tension slowly leaving your body as you settle in his embrace. it’s moments like this—his warmth, his quiet hum, the way his fingers trace gentle patterns on your back—that remind you of how safe and at home you feel with him.

geto's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he feels you relax against him, as if he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you. his arms wrap even tighter around you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

“mmm,” he murmurs, the sound of a low vibration in his chest. “deny it all you want, sweetheart. but we both know you secretly find my cheeky behavior adorable,” he punctuates his words with a light nip at your neck, a teasing gesture that sends a shiver through you.

#suki.☆#geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #geto smut #geto suguru smut #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen smut #anime smut #suguru smut #jjk fluff #suguru geto smut

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teleeportedbread2233 · 1 month ago

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bg3 should've let us make our tavs chubby and it didn't and I'm still mad about that.

EDIT: I've seen allot of people say the wished BG3 had sliders instead of presets and I kind of agree. I think it would've been even better if we had gotten both instead of one or the other.

There are REAL reason as to way having anything other than lean muscle or a skinny body type aren't often seen in games as it can be VERY hard to code that for games, with something like rdr2 it makes sense as it was in development for 8 years. There also might be a reason as to why there's no chubby options (and allot of other things) since if you look at the shadow cursed lands it seems rushed, same with Wy'll. To me it seems that it most likely COULD'VE been added but Larian either A didn't want to add it, B couldn't add it or C had plans to but the game ended up rushed and they couldn't finish it. This is ONE of my only problems with BG3 the other being the shadow cursed lands. I'm saying this as a game dev myself, some things that seem simple really aren't, with chubby characters they commonly don't fit the animations meant for a character of a different build that's why in games like fallout 4 or CK3 when your character is heavy set their arms clip through their torso. Its very hard to do but not impossible.

#silly #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3

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webslinger-holland · 22 days ago

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I had an idea of a cute prompt, where the reader can’t swim, and so Bob teaches them how to?

I adore your writing so much, btw!

The Deep End | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts*

Summary: Bob eagerly offers to teach swim lessons, helping get over some fears and building trust with the reader.

Warning: reader has a fear of water/fear of drowning (undisclosed trauma), Walker kinda acts like a jerk, Bob being so wholesome that he needs his own warning ;)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Type: A lovely request

The installation of a swimming pool was one of the best renovations for the Watchtower. Having it outside on an overlook balcony ended up doubling the construction time and the overall cost, but money wasn't a problem for Valentine. The pool was supposed to be a "training utility" used for combat simulations, underwater operations, and breath-control training.

When in reality, once it was complete, it was really only being used as a pool for leisure. More often than not, Bucky, Walker, and Bob spent their time swimming around or playing water themed sports together. Alexei was the one who spent the most time in the pool and just loved the luxury of it. Yelena and Ava sometimes found themselves in the water, but they often opted to lounge around the lawn chairs in the sun.

And then there was her. The one who almost never got into the water.

Even if she did get in, Y/n only wanted to get her feet wet and never came to the pool wearing a swimsuit. Walker once joked that she didn't own one and Yelena offered one of hers to borrow, but Y/n politely declined.

One hot summer afternoon, the team decided to spend some much needed time relaxing by the pool. The girls, adorned in their own suits, lay on the chairs with sunglasses over their eyes. The boys, wearing their trunks, tossed one of those foam footballs back and forth and treaded water easily.

The glass door leading out to the balcony slid open. Hearing the door, Bob turned his head and looked towards Y/n who was making her way out in a simple white shirt and jean shorts. He lost focus for a second and only hearing his name snapped him out of the trance.

"Come to join us?" Yelena asked with a small smile.

"Mhmm," Y/n nodded and gingerly sat down near the end of the pool. She dipped her feet into the cold water and gripped the edge, leaning forward to watch the boys mess around.

"Stand back! I will now show you what true Soviet athleticism looks like!” Alexei announced loudly and charged towards the pool, jumping high and cannonballing into the water.

His impact on the water sent it flying in all directions, causing Bucky and Walker to turn their heads away. A few drops phased through Ava on the lounge chair. And Yelena yelled at him in Russian for getting her wet.

Bob, sparing another glance, caught the way Y/n's lips tugged into a soft smile. The sound of her gentle laughter caused his heart to skip a beat. All of the sudden, without warning, Y/n lifted her head and looked directly at him.

His breath caught in the back of his throat and he quickly plugged his nose to submerge under the water, hiding from her gaze. He mentally cursed himself, but couldn't prepare for what happened next.

Because Alexei swam right under him and rose up to that Bob sat on top of his shoulders. Emerging out of the water, Bob tried to steady himself and Alexei held onto his legs.

"I challenge the two super soldiers to a classic game of chicken," Alexei stated. "A true contest of brains, masculinity, and strength!"

"So you chose Bob as your partner?" Walker snickered and Bob turned red from embarrassment.

"You underestimate him; that's good." Alexei smirked competitively.

"What are we twelve?" Bucky asked with his hands on his hips.

"Y-Yeah, I'm really not good at this game," Bob tried to reason, but he was still stuck on Alexei's shoulders.

"One round," Alexei pleaded with Bucky and Walker. They shared a quick look and reluctantly accepted the challenge.

Not two minutes later, Bucky was sitting on top of Walker's shoulders. The pairs neared the center of the pool, circling like two predators about to fight. A tangle of limbs, grunting, and competitive yelling filled the air.

Walker shouted, “Stabilize, Barnes!”

Alexei bellowed in Russian.

Only a second later, the four of them went underwater with there being no clear winner. When they surfaced, each of them wiped the water and hair out of their eyes. Bob sputtered some water.

"That was great entertainment," Yelena clapped sarcastically. "For about the two seconds it lasted."

"You play like a bunch of girls," Ava added.

"We do not," Walker rolled his eyes. He padded over to the ladder and climbed out, followed by the other three.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you girls play a round or two." Bucky smirked and passed some towels out.

"No thanks," Yelena shook her head. "I enjoy being in the sun and staying dry."

"Same here," Ava raised her ice cold drink in agreement.

Being the last one, all eyes fell to the one who sat near the edge of the pool staring into the water. She glanced over her shoulder and found them all staring at her expectantly. She quickly scrambled to her feet and shook her head in denial.

"N-No, I don't really want to play." Y/n failed to come up with a good excuse.

"Have you ever gotten in the pool?" Walker asked half jokingly and Y/n made a point to avoid his gaze.

"I-I'm just going to go inside. Getting kinda hot out here," Y/n tried to brush them off. She went to walk past them, trying her hardest to avoid staring at them without their shirts on and dripping wet.

"What better way than to cool off in the pool," Walker joked smugly.

Before she could answer, Walker shoved her from behind playfully, but forcefully—straight into the center of the pool. She wasn't given much time to react.

"JOHN!" Y/n breathed a shocked gasp as she fell directly into the pool with a heavy splash.

She didn't scream; she just sank.

The weightless water distorted her sense of direction. There was no bottom and there was no top of the pool. She flailed her arms so violently that they began to burn and grow weak. The bubbles slipped further into her mouth and filled her lungs painfully.

Above the surface, a few seconds of laughter echoed through the air. The only one who didn't laugh was Bob whose eyes were fixed on the spot where she fell into the water. After a couple seconds without reemerging, the laughter died out and everyone went quiet.

"Shit," Bucky cursed to himself and Bob leapt into action.

Without a second thought, Bob dove directly into the water and swam towards the limp body. He came up out of the water with her in his arms, ignoring the wet locks of hair that stuck to his face and the water that dribbled down his chin.

Having come up, Y/n coughed to expel the water that filled her lungs. She half-heartedly smeared the hair out of her face and her eyes burned from the chlorine. She clung to Bob desperately, fearing letting go and loosing herself to the water again.

He swam the both of them towards the edge of the pool, helping her onto the concrete surface and having the others bring her to safety. But John stood at a safe distance and felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

Trying to regain a sense of her surroundings, Y/n tried to calm herself down. She coughed violently, still choking on water; her eyes wide with panic. And Yelena was the first to kneel beside her.

"You’re alright. You’re safe.” She reassured her.

Then Alexei awkwardly came up beside them, draping a sun-warmed towel around her shoulders. Yelena tenderly brushed away some of the wet hair that stuck to her face.

From the way her body was reacting, practically trembling out of shock and utter fear, all of them knew there was some underlying trauma with being in water. They sent each other all-knowing glances; an unspoken look of understanding being communicated amongst them.

"Easy. You’re alright. Deep breaths.” Bucky encouraged with a smile, kneeling beside her and helping her rise to her feet.

"Come on," Yelena came to stand beside her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Let's go inside for now."

"We'll get you out of these wet clothes," Ava smiled and joined the other side.

All three girls began to walk back towards the sliding door; Ava and Yelena throwing a quick glance over their shoulders towards the boys who stood about awkwardly. The door closed behind them and they ushered her towards her bedroom.

By the time Y/n reached her bedroom, the tears had begun running down her face. She tried to sniffle up her tears to no avail, thinking her reaction was plain stupid and she was just showing weakness. The door closed behind them and the walls came down.

"I-I am sorry. This is so stupid," Y/n half cried and half laughed.

"It's not stupid," Ava shook her head. "It's very human actually."

"Walker was way out of line," Yelena insisted with a shake of the head.

"Not knowing how to swim at my age," Y/n scoffed and nervously fiddled with the edge of her towel. She tossed it off her shoulders in slight frustration, proceeding to shed the wet clothes from her body because she just hated the feeling. "Being scared of water," Y/n spoke angrily more to herself.

Rifling through her drawers to find new clothes, Y/n tugged them over her body and pulled the wet hair from under her shirt collar. She smoothed her hands over her shirt as if trying to brush the entire experience away.

"You know..." Yelena tested the waters by stepping forward. "It's never to late to learn."

"What?" Y/n asked with furrowed brows.

"To swim," Yelena extended and Y/n's face went pale. "Nobody would judge you— "

"I-I don't know," Y/n lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor, suddenly feeling nervous and anxious about the idea of trying something new.

All of the sudden, there was a soft knocking sound that came from the door. She brushed past the others and grabbed the door handle, opening the door to reveal Bob standing there. Her breath caught in the back of her throat because...

Bob was still dripping wet from the pool and was still not wearing a shirt (just his swim trunks). He stood there panting like he was still trying to recover his breath from the dive, sending a brief smile at the sight of her standing there. His hair clung to his forehead and a few drops dripped down the sides of his face.

"H-Hi," Bob waved awkwardly. He tried to wipe some water out of his eyes; his hand blindly searching for the doorframe for balance. "Ho-How are you doing? Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I-I'm fine," Y/n said. She crossed her arms over her chest and she coiled deeper into her own body. She avoided his gaze with expertise, trying to hide the evident blush on her face.

"We were just discussing the idea of teaching Y/n how to swim," Yelena spoke from behind her, sounding rather excited to bring up the idea to Bob. His brows shot up in surprise.

"Oh. Really?" Bob asked. He looked down at her for confirmation.

"Yeah. But I don't really know if—" Y/n began only to be cut off.

"I could teach you," Bob volunteered without hesitation and Y/n's head snapped towards him.

"You would?" Y/n's voice squeaked out in surprise.

"Sure," Bob shrugged.

During the team's next mission, Bob and Y/n stayed behind at the tower. They scheduled a time to meet out on the balcony by the pool where it would just be the two of them. So now, Y/n stood at the pool’s edge in a black fitted tank and shorts, hair pulled back, arms folded tight. She still hesitated before entering, but it was less about fear now—more about memory.

And Bob was already in the water. He looked up at her with a patient smile.

“No pressure,” Bob said. “Just you, me, and the water.”

He offered his hand as a sort of invitation and she trusted him enough to take that leap of faith into a genuine fear of hers. She stepped into the water.

The first initial moments felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest, her lungs would collapse, and the tightening feeling in her stomach only got worse. That was until Bob drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

Their proximity left both of them feeling a little flushed. Noses nearly brushing together and skin pressed against skin. She didn't even realize that he was slowly walking backwards so the water rose just past their chests.

"Do you trust me?" Bob wondered. His eyes briefly darted down to her lips.

"Yes," Y/n whispered.

With a gentle push off, Bob proceeded to swim backwards with Y/n's weight of her body resting on the majority of him. She clung to him like to lifeline, truly terrified to let go at first. But he kept her afloat, above the water line and away from her fear.

After some time, Bob suggested having her lean back. He calmly supported her back with one hand. He watched her face for any signs that would tell him it was too much.

"Breathe in,” Bob kept his voice calm “Fill your lungs. They’re like built-in floaties.”

She laughed under her breath, nervous and still clinging tightly onto the edge of the pool. The water lapped at her sides gently.

“Now lean back. I’ve got you. Trust me.”

She did, only to quickly catch herself like she felt herself falling.

"Nope! Nope," Y/n scrambled into an upright position and clung desperately onto the edge again.

"It's alright," Bob reassured her, not pressing. "Take your time."

Glancing at him, Y/n took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. She leaned back again, this time, fully trusting him. Her body stretched out across the surface of the water, tense at first—then easing, just a little, as she felt the subtle lift of buoyancy under her spine.

Bob didn’t let go, not yet. He smiled at how peaceful she looked.

“You’re doing it,” Bob murmured. It was the first small victory.

Each day, they spent anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour practicing swimming in the pool. He first wanted her to work on floating to develop the trust that the water could hold her. Then she practiced kicking off the side herself and towards his open arms. And Bob didn't move, just watched—hands ready, but not needed.

A few weeks had gone by when she made it from one end of the pool to the other by herself. She padded her way over to him, sending him a look of surprise.

“You didn’t catch me,” Y/n observed, knowing that was what he normally did.

“You didn’t need me to.” Bob smiled back.

One of the most nerving lessons involved jumping into the water and allowing her head to submerge under the water. She stood frozen at the edge of the pool, peering down into the depths with uncertainty in her eyes. And there Bob was, just looking up at her and waiting patiently.

"You can do this," Bob nodded reassuringly.

"I--I don't know if I can," Y/n insisted with a firm shake of the head. She took a step back, but he moved forward.

"I'll catch you," Bob called. He opened his arms to her. "I promise you."

She closed her eyes, took a single deep breath through her nose, and leaped into the water. The water swallowed her up and the bubbles around her rose rapidly to the surface.

The water rushed up to meet her, cold and clear. She opened her eyes beneath the surface. It wasn’t blurry. It wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Peaceful. And she didn’t panic.

Her feet brushed the bottom. Her body rose again.

When she broke the surface, hair slicked back, breath rushing, she looked for him immediately. He was right there for her; his eyes were shining.

“Y/n” Bob breathed, moving closer.

“I did it,” Y/n said, half-laugh, half-sob. “I dunked my head.”

“You did it.” Bob was so proud of her.

Gleefully, Y/n launched herself at him—arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. He held her there, weightless in his arms. The fear was no longer there, only the trust they'd built for one another. Both of them, in their own way, keeping the other from drowning themselves.

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS ONE! I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS

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sakuratrait · 8 months ago

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Pots & Pans Recolor Override! 🥘

Hello guys!! WAR IS OVER. I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. FINALLY. I'm exausted, this took SO long, I'm SO SLOW OH MY GOD 💀. (That weird brown was just not it-) That's it- that's all I'm gonna say- I hope you like it and find it useful ✨.

⚠️HORSE RANCH UPDATE!✨⚠️

Infos🪧:

City Living, HighSchool Years & Dine Out compatible. ⚠️(I don't have Home Chef Hustle, LoveStruck, and Life & Death so I don't really know if new pots or pans came with them... but don't worry, when I'll purchase them I will definetly check it out and potentially do an update!)⚠️

40+ files!!

Basegame Compatible (If you only have Base game, just delete all the non "BG" files, same thing if you don't own some packs :))

Ofc, still low poly!

(All pics taken without re/gshade and not edited :3)

• Just don't claim as yours and don't reupload (unless it's a build download, cc folder or save file dowload, still, don't put behind any type of paywall/addfly). Simple as that... these are just ea recolors after all~

And let me know if you encounter any problems!!

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purplereina11 · 17 days ago

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In a match where the scoreboard tells only half the story, a fierce on-pitch rivalry between you and football royalty, Alexia Putellas, evolves into something electric — something unspoken, but deeply felt. Between the lines two players lock eyes, trade touches, and blur the line between competition and connection. What begins as a game becomes a gravity neither can resist.

Part 14 Other Parts

Wordcount: 9.5k

Final 3k comes with a warning ⚠️🔞

The training ground felt quieter not empty, just… less vibrant. The internationals, including Alexia, had all left for camp. Their absence left a noticeable gap in the energy of the place, and in your chest too, though you didn’t show it.

You arrived at campus early, Teddy tugging on his lead beside you, happily sniffing at patches of grass outside the facility while you sipped your coffee. It was a comfort, having him there a little piece of normal, you greeted the security staff, a few physios, and the handful of players who were still around.

Ellie jogged up beside you, breath visible in the cool morning air, Jonny bounding behind her. “Teddy pulled you here again?” she teased, grinning.

You gave a small smile. “He’s the boss.”

Inside the training building, it was a slower morning. No buzz of media, no chaos of full-team sessions. Just five of you left, including a couple of the younger players.

You went through your session, focusing on touch work and small drills, pushing through the quiet with an intense kind of purpose. If nothing else, football gave you structure something to hold onto.

Afterwards, in the gym, you and Ellie stretched out next to each other.

"You okay?" she asked eventually, softly.

You didn’t answer right away, letting the silence sit for a second, then you nodded. "I think so. It’s easier when I’m busy."

Ellie offered you a bottle of water and nudged your knee gently with hers. “You’ve been a machine since the moment you landed here.”

“I don’t know what else to be.”

“Human?” she suggested, and you chuckled.

You glanced toward your phone on the bench, resisting the urge to check it wondering if Alexia had landed safely, if she’d sent a message, a big part of you missed her already, missed her grounding presence.

⚽️

Later, you sat in the lounge area of the campus, boots undone, watching Teddy nap beside you. The others were scattered, some in treatment, some lifting weights but you had a moment to yourself and that’s when your phone buzzed.

Alexia: Landed. Already miss you, Coco.

You smiled small, tired, but real.

You: Same. Just me, Ellie, and the dogs running Barça now.

Alexia: Then it’s in very good hands.

You stared at the message for a second, then typed out another one.

You: Come back soon.

A few seconds later, the typing dots appeared.

Alexia: I’ll come home.

Your phone began ringing you have expected it to be Alexia but when you saw the name on the screen, your heart did a little skip.

Sarina Wiegman

You sat up straighter, quickly brushing stray hair behind your ear before answering.

"Hello?"

“Hi, it’s Sarina,” she said, warm but straight to the point in the way only she could be. “How are you doing?”

You hesitated for a moment, not expecting such a simple question from her. “I’m… coping. Football’s helping.”

“I watched your debut,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “I was really impressed, not just with your performance, but your control, your form, your leadership. I wanted to call you personally.”

You felt your chest tighten slightly, like it suddenly became harder to breathe in a good way.

“There’s been an injury in camp,” she continued, “and we’d like to bring you in. I know it’s short notice and there’s no guarantee of minutes against Spain, but… we want you with us again.”

You blinked, absorbing her words. “Of course,” you said quietly, then stronger. “Yeah, absolutely. Thank you, Sarina.”

There was a pause on the line. “I know it’s been a hard time. We’re not bringing you in to add pressure, I just want you back in the fold on the run up to the Euros. We believe in you. Take it at your pace.”

That nearly undid you. “I’ll pack my things,” you replied, throat tightening as you tried to keep it together.

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Travel details will be sent shortly. Safe journey.”

When the call ended, you just sat there for a second. Ellie wandered into the lounge with a banana in her hand, already chewing. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she mumbled.

You shook your head, a smile forming slowly. “Sarina just called. I’m going to camp. Replacing an injury.”

Ellie blinked, then grinned wide. “You serious?”

You nodded.“No promises of minutes,” you added, still trying to process it all. “But she just… wants me there.”

Ellie tossed the banana on the counter and flung her arms around you, almost knocking you off balance. “You deserve this,” she said into your hair. “And I swear if you play against Spain and Alexia tries to mark you, I’ll be in the stands with popcorn.”

You laughed through the sudden burn in your eyes.

For the first time in days, maybe weeks, it didn’t feel like you were just surviving anymore. You were still in it. You were still wanted and for now that was enough.

⚽️

The chill of English air clung to your coat as you stepped out of the car at St George’s Park, everything felt familiar yet foreign the long drive through the grounds, the crispness of the Midlands air, the low buzz of staff going about their routines. But this time, it was different. You weren’t just back at the national setup. You were walking in with grief stitched into your chest.

You barely had time to take it in before you heard it the unmistakable voice of Georgia Stanway.

“Oi! Look who finally decided to come home.”

You turned just in time for her to barrel into you, arms locking tight around your shoulders. She held on longer than usual, and you let her, burying your face into her hoodie for a second as you felt your lungs squeeze.

“I missed you,” she muttered, barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, mate.”

“Thanks, G,” you said thickly, pulling back with a watery smile. “Missed you too.”

From there, it was a chain reaction. One after another, the Lionesses made their way over. Leah was next, gentle and grounded as ever, her hug firm and steady. Lucy gave you a cheeky grin and a soft squeeze to the back of your neck, “Took long enough for you to get called back, superstar.”

Millie gave you a tight hug and a joking “We’ve been bored without you,” but you could see the compassion in her eyes.

Keira didn’t say much, just wrapped you in her arms and whispered, “Glad you’re here.”

You could feel it in the way they spoke to you their words carefully chosen, their energy warm but cautious. You appreciated that, you didn’t want a big scene, just their presence, their support and they gave it.

Even Sarina when you finally saw her, gave your shoulder a light squeeze, a flicker of softness breaking through her otherwise composed expression. “Welcome back,” she said. “Just take it day by day.”

As you set your bag down in your room later, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. This place, this team they weren’t just teammates, they were your people and today, that mattered more than ever.

Your heart warmed the moment you saw Alexia’s name flash across your screen returning your call quicker than you’d even expected. You stepped out of your room into the corridor for some quiet, and pressed the phone to your ear.

“¿Hola?” Her voice came through with a note of urgency, just enough to make you smile.

“Guess where I am,” you said, your voice playful.

There was a beat of silence, and then her hopeful smirk practically echoed down the line. “I’m hoping… naked in bed, because that’s an image.”

You burst out laughing, head tilting back against the wall. “God, you’re such an idiot.”

“You called me,” she replied lightly. “Don’t act surprised.”

You took a breath and softened. “No. I’m at St George’s Park.”

There was a pause not long, but long enough for you to imagine the wheels turning in her head. “England camp?”

“Yeah. Sarina called this morning. Someone got injured. No guarantees of minutes, but… she said she was impressed with my debut for Barca so wanted me back in the fold before the euro’s.”

Alexia’s voice lowered, tender. “Coco… that’s amazing.”

You nodded, though she couldn’t see it. “Feels weird, coming back under all this, but it’s good. The girls have been unreal.”

“I’m proud of you,” she said quietly. “And I’m glad they called you. You deserve this not just for how you play, but for getting up and showing up.”

The knot in your chest loosened just a little. “Thanks, Ale.”

“I wish I could hug you right now.”

“Me too.”

“Although,” she added, teasing, “if you were actually naked in bed that would have been a better start to the conversation.”

You chuckled again. “I’ll save that image for your next FaceTime.”

She groaned dramatically. “Don’t tease me” but then she sobered, her voice gentler again. “Go show them what you’re made of. I’ll be watching.”

“I know.”

“I’m free for that FaceTime now by the way”

You smirked, eyes narrowing slightly at the way Alexia’s tone shifted all honey and heat wrapped up in playfulness. “Oh, are you now?” you leaned back against the wall again, glancing down the empty hallway to make sure no one was coming. “I thought La Reina was busy with national team responsibilities.”

“I am,” she replied, and you could hear her grin through the phone. “But I figured I could take a short… strategic break.”

“Strategic?” you repeated, laughing softly. “That what we’re calling it now?”

“You’re the one who dangled the idea of a FaceTime from bed, Coco. I’m just following through.”

You chuckled under your breath, already biting your lip as you shook your head. “And here I thought you were worried something was wrong.”

“I was!” she protested. “But now that I know you’re okay and looking incredible in an England hoodie, I can shift my priorities accordingly.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You're impossible.”

“And yet,” she said, voice low and warm, “you called me first.”

“Because you’re my person.”

There was silence on the line for a moment the kind that wrapped around you like a blanket. “Still up for that FaceTime, by the way. I’d like to see you… even if you’re not in bed.”

You glanced back toward your room, a smile curling slowly on your lips. “Give me two minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she murmured, before hanging up.

And sure enough, when you opened the app two minutes later, there she was already smiling, eyes soft and tired and full of something that made your chest ache. Not La Reina. Not the captain. Just… her.

“You’re too cute coco”

You tried to hide the blush rising on your cheeks, but it was hopeless especially with the way Alexia was looking at you through the screen, that lazy, fond smile lighting up her whole face. “Don’t start,” you warned, lips twitching as you bit back a grin.

“What?” she said innocently, propping her chin in her hand, elbow resting somewhere out of view. “I can’t call my girlfriend cute now?”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said. You said you’re cute. Like it was a discovery.”

Alexia laughed, soft and genuine. “Fine, then. Still cute.”

You shook your head. “You’re dangerous when you’re in a good mood.”

She leaned a little closer to the camera. “No. I’m dangerous when I’m in love.”

The words hung in the air for a beat, and you swore your heart skipped at least two. You blinked, then let out a quiet breath. “That a confession, Putellas?”

She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Maybe. Or maybe I just miss you already.”

You smiled, gaze softening. “I miss you too.”

“And you’ll crush it in camp,” she added, more serious now. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, but if you do get minutes against Spain…”

You grinned. “I’ll try not to nutmeg you.”

Alexia laughed, full and unfiltered. “Try. You won’t succeed.”

“We’ll see.”

There was a pause, just the two of you, quiet and wrapped in each other’s presence even from miles apart. Then Alexia whispered, “You really are cute, you know.”

This time, you let yourself blush. “Shut up” you laughed as she made herself laugh laying back on her bed going out of view, “It wasn’t that funny”

⚽️

The media room at St. George’s Park was buzzing. Cameras clicked into place, journalists leaned forward with recorders at the ready, and the hum of anticipation filled the space. You sat between Sarina and Leah, strategically placed by your captain and manager to protect you. you were trying to look calm even though your heart was beating a little faster than usual. It wasn’t your first time in front of press, but it was your first time back in an England camp since you were dropped due to no minutes and since everything had changed.

Sarina opened with some expected remarks. “We’re obviously disappointed to have had an injury in the squad, but we’re very pleased to welcome Y/N back into camp. She’s had a brilliant start at Barcelona and shown resilience and professionalism in very difficult circumstances.”

You nodded politely, eyes flicking to the front row where a few familiar media faces watched with interest. Leah leaned toward her mic. “It’s been really good to have her back. You’ve all seen what she can do on the pitch, but the way she’s carried herself personally? Honestly, it’s inspiring, she's made of strong stuff our Y/N and she's proving it that every day with what she's doing on and off the pitch”

You tried not to visibly swallow, that meant more than she probably knew then came the questions directed at you.

A journalist in the second row raised his hand. “Y/N, first of all our condolences on your loss. It’s incredible to see you here. Can I ask what it’s meant to you personally, being called back into the England fold?”

You took a breath, “Yeah, it means a lot. After everything, football’s been one of the few constants I’ve had, it's given me that outlet to leave whats happening away from football outside of the lines and just focus on whats going on between them. Being back here… it’s a little overwhelming, but in a good way. I’m grateful to Sarina, to the staff, to the girls. It’s felt like coming home, in a way and the support has been incredible.”

The next question came quickly. “There’s a lot of attention on your move to Barcelona and your debut certainly didn’t go unnoticed. How are you adjusting to life over there?”

You smiled slightly. “It’s been a whirlwind, but it’s an incredible club. The players, the staff, the fans… they’ve made it really easy to settle in. I’ve had support from some amazing people and players, which has helped, especially with everything going on off the pitch.”

Leah gave your knee a subtle nudge under the table giving silent support, without drawing focus. Another reporter raised a hand. “Sarina, could we see Y/N on the pitch against Spain?”

Sarina smiled. “We’re not making any decisions public yet, but she’s ready, and that’s all I’ll say. All the players are available”

There was a ripple of laughter, and the tone lightened for a moment, another question came from the back. “Y/N, there were rumours you had offers from clubs in England too. Was it a difficult decision to go to Spain?”

You nodded, thoughtful. “Of course. There’s a lot of quality in the WSL, and England’s home, but sometimes a decision isn’t just about football. It was the right move for me on every level and I don’t regret it.”

“Y/N, obviously Spain's squad is full of world-class talent, many of whom you’re now teammates with. Have you had much contact with them away from the pitch? And, if I may ask, what kind of captain has Alexia Putellas been for you personally, especially during your recent grief?”

You sat forward a little, heart picking up just slightly. You were well-practised with this sidestepping the personal while still answering the question. Alexia wasn’t just a captain to you, but very few people knew that. Not publicly. Not even all your England teammates.

You gave a small smile and kept your voice steady. “Yeah, I’ve had a good amount of contact with some of the squad. A few of them have reached out since leaving for camp, checking in. It’s a special environment, there’s a real sense of unity at the club, and I’ve felt that straight away.” You glance across the room, keeping your tone light but sincere. “As for Alexia… she’s the kind of captain who leads by example. She doesn’t have to say a lot to make you feel supported, she's a steading presence around the club for sure. Whether it’s on the pitch or around training she makes sure you know you’re part of the team, that you’re seen.” You pause for a beat, the emotion threatening to edge too close. “And with what I’ve been going through personally… all of the girls, at Barça, here with England, and the girls from Bayern, have been incredible. So yeah, I’m really grateful for that.” You clear your throat as your voice wobbled, "It's been the hardest time in my life and" You nodded just the once, "I've needed all the support they've offered.”

Leah nodded beside you like she felt the weight of it. Sarina gave you a reassuring look she knew how careful your answer had been especially regarding Alexia. Another journalist started to raise a hand for the next question, but the echo of your words still hung warmly in the room.

You didn’t say “Alexia stayed with me every night for a week.”

You didn’t say “She held me while I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe.”

You didn’t say “I’m in love with her.”

⚽️

Boots laced tight, shoulders squared, you stepped out of the England dressing room to bring up the rear of the line, the hum of the tunnel hit you immediately, camera crews shifting, match officials checking watches, and the thud-thud of adrenaline in your chest syncing with the bass of the stadium.

You saw her the second you lifted your head from sorting your jacket, Alexia was at the back of the Spanish line. Hands behind her back, shoulders held in that effortless calm she always carried, but her eyes, her eyes were already on you your feet hesitated, just for a beat.

She didn’t smile, she didn’t have to. The corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, but her gaze stayed steady. The weight of shared things passed silently between you in that moment, grief, growth, quiet nights spent holding each other together.

You gave a tiny nod, letting your fingers twitch against your thigh, just enough for her to notice. She did, her fingers brushed her wrist like she was adjusting her imaginary bracelet, but you both knew what it was acknowledging your signal, like a soft I see you too.

Keira turned slightly ahead of you. “Alright?” she murmured, eyeing the way your eyes lingered.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, dragging your eyes forward. “Just focused.”

Alexia finally looked away, fixing her gaze on the pitch ahead, putting on the professional mask again, but that invisible tether between you both was still there tight as ever.

You were doing your best to stay composed, eyes forward, jaw set but Georgia turned in front of you, catching the subtle exchange.

With her usual smirk and just enough sass to make you blink in warning, she looked between you and Alexia before muttering under her breath, “No flirting at work please.”

Your eyes snapped to her, mouth parting in disbelief as you tried not to laugh. “I wasn’t—” you started, instantly defensive.

Georgia arched an eyebrow. “Mate, you were practically having a silent romance novel in the tunnel. I'm just trying to keep professionalism alive.”

You nudged her with your elbow. “You’re impossible.”

She just grinned wider, clearly proud of herself. "Not to mention she looks like she's mentally undressing you right now" Georgia muttered, barely keeping the laughter out of her voice.

You huffed a short laugh, tugging lightly at your collars as if trying to hide the heat crawling up your neck. “I haven’t even put out in weeks, it’s not fair.”

Georgia coughed out a laugh, then caught herself, straightening with mock seriousness. “Tragic. Truly tragic.”

You nudged her side with your elbow. “I've had other things on my mind.”

Georgia hummed, "I'm still judging, no reason you shouldn't be hoping on that every chance you get" Georgia leaned even closer this time, voice hushed. “You know she’s listening to every word of this, right?”

You blinked, glancing sideways sure enough, Alexia was standing very still, trying very hard to look forward but her ears visibly pink, her jaw tightening like she was fighting a smirk. "With your accent doubt she's caught a word"

Georgia grinned, triumphant. “Girl is thirsty, babe. Put her out of her misery.”

You snorted, hand coming up to your face to scratch it in an attempt to hide your smile when Leah looked down the line. “You are not helping.” You muttered to Georgia

“Oh, I’m not here to help,” Georgia said, casually rocking on her heels. “I’m here for the show.”

Alexia hadn’t heard, or at least didn’t react, she was focused, totally poised, but as you walk beside her on the way onto the pitch, just for a second, her hand brushed yours ever so slightly a finger coming out to run along yours, barely noticeable but definitely deliberate and Georgia was definitely going to bring it up again later because she of course saw.

⚽️

You were already exhausted as the second half was ticking on legs burning, lungs aching but you dug deep again, surging forward down the right. The space opened up and you shifted into top gear, brushing past the defender like she wasn’t even there. It was one of those runs that made the crowd rise, the kind that made your blood roar.

You felt something clip your ankle not a stray leg or a mistimed tackle, but deliberate. Your body pitched forward and you hit the turf hard, grass and dirt scraping your palms and knees. The whistle didn’t even matter in that moment your instinct had already kicked in.

You popped right back up, fury simmering just beneath your skin, and turned sharply toward the sideline. Montse Tomé stood there, just barely back in her technical area, arms folded as if she hadn’t just tripped you in front of thousands.

You were up in an instant, white-hot rage burning through the fatigue, “Are you fucking kidding me?” you shouted, storming toward the sideline, fists clenched. “You think you can get away with that shit?! You’re not even on the pitch!” The England bench saw it unfolding a second too late, coaches, subs, physios they scrambled to intercept you as you charged.

“She fucking tripped me!” you yelled, pointing violently toward Montse as Georgia and Lucy grabbed at your arms. “What kind of coach does that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! No need your fucking winning already!”

“Y/N!” came Sarina’s sharp voice, cutting through the chaos, but you didn’t stop.

“Touch me again and I swear I’ll put you on your arse!” you bellowed, fury twisting your face as Alex Greenwood threw herself between you and the Spanish manager, arms braced against your chest, grounding you. “She’s a fucking coward! That’s a red card!”

Montse stood still, smug, unmoved, as the fourth official frantically tried to settle things down. “Get her out of here!” one of the England coaches shouted, as a stream of Spanish came from their bench added to the madness.

“You think just because you're the coach you get to put hands on a player?” you kept going, even as you were dragged back a few steps. “You messed with the wrong fucking one today!”

The referee arrived just as the England staff managed to start pulling you away, her whistle blowing sharp and short red card up for Montse.

The crowd erupted in boos and gasps, the cameras catching every second. You were still fuming, chest heaving, heart hammering against your ribs as Sarina stepped into your line of sight.

“Breathe,” she said calmly, her hand on your shoulder. “I saw it. The ref saw it. Everyone saw it, but you need to let us handle it now.”

Your jaw was clenched tight, the red mist only just beginning to lift. You gave a single, curt nod, your entire body trembling with leftover adrenaline. Alexia stood in the centre of the pitch, unmoving her eyes hadn’t left you once.

You stormed into the huddle in-front of the English bench like a storm cloud breaking open, boots thudding against the grass. Leah had one eye on the ref and one on you, raising both hands in a silent plea for calm as you approached.

You just shook your head, jaw clenched. “I’m fucking fuming,” you spat, the heat still radiating off you like a furnace. “She tripped me. Like what the actual—”

“I know,” Lucy said, firm but gentle, stepping slightly in front of you as a buffer. “We all saw it.”

“Ref gave her the red,” Georgia added, eyes darting toward where Montse was being ushered down the tunnel by security. “Let it go now. We’ve got twenty minutes left. We need you.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose, like you were trying to swallow fire. “She’s a fucking disgrace.”

“She is,” Leah agreed quietly. “And the world just saw it. Now put that energy into the game.”

Your hands were still trembling at your sides, but the way the girls stood around you close, protective helped anchor you back into the moment.

Across the pitch, Alexia was still watching, not with fear, bot with judgment, with something closer to awe, like she'd never seen someone defend themselves like that before. Like maybe she hadn’t realised just how much fire lived inside you.

Back in the huddle, Sarina had her hands on her hips, looking between you all. “We play smarter now,” she said. “They’ve lost their head coach, you don’t lose yours. You’ve got fifteen, maybe twenty minutes left. Win it.”

You wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt and nodded. “Let’s fucking go.”

⚽️

You walked slowly, clapping toward the England supporters who had travelled, their voices unwavering even in defeat, some of them still sang your name. A few banners with your number were held high. It stung, the loss, especially in a game like that close, messy, personal.

You felt a hand press lightly to your back, Leah didn’t say anything, just kept pace beside you, clapping too.

“To be fair,” Georgia murmured from your other side, “you looked like a menace the whole game. Nearly broke the sound barrier down that wing.”

You huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh. “Didn’t matter, though, did it.”

“It will,” she said simply.

You were always good at hiding your feelings under humour or silence, but this loss, after everything burned deeper, your first international game your mum wasn’t there for and you lost.

The post-match chaos slowly gave way to small pockets of quiet. Players swapped shirts, fans waved from the stands, cameras hovered but you barely noticed any of it. You’d caught Alexia’s eyes across the pitch again, and without really thinking, your feet took you toward her.

She met you halfway, her ponytail slightly frayed, sweat still glistening at her temples, but her expression was warm.

She stepped forward as you stopped, not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but enough that your feet touched.

“Hey,” she said, voice soft beneath the ambient noise of the stadium.

“Hey,” you echoed, your voice still hoarse from the shouting, from the frustration, from everything.

Her eyes searched yours for a moment not scanning for answers, but checking in, grounding you. “You alright?” she asked.

You nodded with a soft sigh. “Tired, frustrated, but I’m alright.”

She gave a small smile and lifted her hand gently. Her thumb brushed something off your cheek, dirt, sweat, maybe a tiny smear of black from your under-eye but the touch lingered for a second too long. To anyone watching, it was a simple gesture, but to those paying attention, it was more, the softness in her touch, the way her eyes didn’t leave yours, the intimate silence shared between you amidst the noise.

From the sidelines, a few whispers started journalists noting the quiet exchange, a few teammates casting looks that said are we seeing what we think we’re seeing?

“You were incredible,” she said under her breath, just for you.

You shook your head, eyes fixed ahead. “Didn’t win.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, and when you glanced sideways, her eyes were soft. “I’m proud of you.”

You swallowed, feeling something twist in your chest. “I’ll take that, capitana.”

Alexia smiled faintly, brushing her fingers against yours before the moment passed.

Georgia gave a low whistle from behind you, not loud enough for the media to catch, but definitely enough to be heard. Alexia smirked faintly at that and leaned just a little closer, dropping her hand.

“You’ve got people talking,” you murmured, eyes still locked with hers.

“They’ve been talking since you got here,” she replied just as softly. “Let them.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Not subtle anymore, are we?”

Alexia tilted her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m tired of hiding things that make me happy.”

The weight of those words settled into your chest. You couldn’t find your voice right away so instead, you just smiled, nudged her foot with yours, and said, “You’re lucky I didn’t get sent off.”

She laughed quietly. “You’re lucky I didn’t punch Montse myself.”

You and Alexia lingered just a little longer than necessary at the centre of the pitch, half-heartedly kicking at the grass beneath your boots, hands brushing occasionally but never quite holding. The crowd had thinned, cameras moved on to their next target, but the pull between you hadn’t gone anywhere.

“You always this flirty after a win?” you teased, nudging her with your elbow.

Alexia smirked, slow and smug. “Only when the person I’m flirting with plays like that. Shame the ref couldn’t give you a goal for pure rage and speed.”

“Montse’s lucky I didn’t go full WWE,” you muttered.

Alexia chuckled, shaking her head. “You were about five seconds from doing it.”

“I still might. Depends if she looks at me wrong on the way to the tunnel.”

Alexia gave a quiet laugh and stepped a little closer, her voice dropping. “Maybe don’t get suspended just yet. We’ve only just started this thing.”

You blinked, and your mouth parted to respond but footsteps approached fast behind you. “Oi, save it for later, yeah?” Georgia’s voice interrupted as she strolled over, sweaty hair stuck to her forehead, eyes twinkling with mischief. Keira was beside her, less chaotic but just as curious, arms folded loosely over her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t have one moment.”

Georgia ignored you. “Just came to say you did good. And also” She turned to Alexia, smirking. “please stop undressing our girl with your eyes in front of everyone.”

Alexia laughed under her breath, but didn’t step back. Keira squinted between you both, her brow creasing slightly. Then she tilted her head. “Wait.”You tried to keep your face neutral, but Georgia was already grinning. Keira pointed between you two like she was solving a murder mystery. “No way. No, hang on. This—this isn’t just flirty banter, is it?”

Georgia folded her arms smugly. “Took you long enough.”

Keira looked at you. “Are you—? Are you dating?”

You opened your mouth. Alexia beat you to it. “You’ve not been telling people?,” she said smoothly, tugging gently at the hem of your England top, eyes twinkling. “Impressive, i’ve been telling anyone who will listen about you.”

You flushed and Keira blinked, jaw dropping just a little. “Oh my God,” Keira said. “You’re dating Alexia?!”

Georgia patted her shoulder like she’d just cracked a world-class code. “Congratulations, detective.”

Alexia winked at you, you smiled sheepishly, cheeks warm. Keira laughed, still a little stunned. “Well damn.”

Georgia gave you a gentle nudge. “You two better not break up. I’ve invested feelings.”

You groaned as they both wandered off, already gossiping. Alexia reached for your hand briefly and squeezed it. “Still want to keep it quiet?”

You looked after Georgia and Keira. “Honestly?” you said. “I wasn’t trying to keep it quiet, i just, wasn’t telling people and now i don’t think i have a choice anymore”

Alexia smiled, eyes soft. “Good.”

⚽️

The sun was long gone, the buzz of the stadium replaced by the stillness of Alexia’s home her scent already curling into your clothes, your dog asleep near the edge of the sofa where you sat, wearing an old hoodie she’d tossed to you as you came in complaining you were cold.

“I won’t be long,” Alexia had said, pressing a kiss to your lips before disappearing upstairs, the sound of the water soon echoing softly through the quiet home.

You sat there, legs curled beneath you, picking absently at the edge of your sleeve. The match was still rattling in your chest, the sprint, the fury, the sharp twist of your ankle when Montse sent you flying. But more than anything, it was the moments after the final whistle that had stuck, her touch, her eyes, her voice softened with worry even when she smiled.

And then Georgia’s voice popped into your head. Put her out her misery, girl is thirsty.

You laughed to yourself, rolling your eyes, but the sound of the shower hadn’t stopped just yet. You headed up stairs and found the door was still slightly ajar that casual way Alexia always left it when she wasn’t expecting company… and yet maybe, just maybe, she was.

You hesitated, biting your lip and padded softly into the bathroom which was steamed up, the mirror fogged, and the glass door of the shower slightly misted over. Through the blur, you saw the silhouette of Alexia’s back to the door, head tilted beneath the stream, hair dark and wet down her back.

You swallowed as you undressed yourself and opened the door stepping inside as Alexia looked over her shoulder, closing it behind you.

Her mouth twitched. “You alright?”

You nodded, letting the warm mist kiss your skin. “I just remembered something Georgia said…”

“Oh?” Alexia turned, droplets rolling down the curves of her body, steam rising between you.

You reached for her gently, fingertips trailing the edge of her jaw. “We were gossiping” Alexia just smiled as her hands slid over your hips, “I then realised it was sometime since i saw you naked”

Alexia laughed, breath catching slightly as your palm found her hip. “So that’s why you’re here”

“Well,” you smiled, stepping closer into the heat, “you did say you weren’t going to be long. So i thought maybe we could save time and shower together, i’ll wash your back if you wash mine”

Her eyes darkened but there was so much softness there too, all the weight of the match, the loss, the months of hidden moments, aching hearts and missed chance

“Come here,” she murmured, your arms coming around her neck, and in the mist there was nothing but the sound of running water and quiet laughter between kisses.

The steam curled around you both, softening every edge. Alexia’s touch was gentle at first fingertips tracing the curve of your back, your waist, the hollow at the base of your neck. You leaned into her, noses brushing, mouths meeting in a kiss that deepened quickly, all slow heat and weeks of held-back want slipping free.

The water cascaded over you as she pressed you gently against the cool tiles, your hands gripping her hips, hers tangled in your damp hair. The mix of warmth from the water, from her body, from the look in her eyes made your knees feel unsteady, your heart pounding against your chest.

“Still want to help me finish my shower? I have another idea” she whispered against your lips. You laughed softly, but it melted into a sharp breath as her mouth moved lower, along your throat, across your collarbone. Words gave way to touches, to the quiet stutter of breath, to fingers curling and the wet slide of skin on skin. There was nothing hurried only knowing, tender pressure and unspoken understanding, like you’d both been waiting for exactly this kind of peace.

Her teeth grazed your hip on her way to your thighs, you would come undone the moment you looked down at her on her knees in-front of you so you didn’t look. Your head went back as her hand caressed your leg, “Open your legs” she mumbled,

Your hands found their way to her hair, guiding her as she explored you with a hunger that made your knees wobble. Each touch of her tongue sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, making you gasp for air. You felt her smile against your skin, the warmth of it spreading through your core like molten lava. The scent of her soap mingled with the heady aroma of arousal, creating a potent perfume that attached to your senses.

The water glided over both of you, tracing the lines of her shoulders and back as she moved closer, her breasts pressing against your thighs. You could feel her heart beating, matching the tempo of your own pulse. The warmth of her breath on your most intimate parts sent shivers through your body, making you quiver with anticipation. Her teeth grazed your inner thigh, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

Her hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as her mouth worked its magic. The sensation of her tongue swirling around your clit was exquisite, a dance of pleasure that made you want to arch into her touch. You felt yourself growing wetter, the heat between your legs a testament to the fire she was building inside you.

Her eyes looked up at you, a silent question in their depths. You nodded, the only answer she needed. She slid a finger inside you, the sensation of her digit joining the warmth of the water made you moan. You could feel yourself stretching around her, welcoming the intrusion, eager for more, a rhythm that had your hips bucking. Your hand tightened in her hair, guiding her, urging her to go deeper, faster, harder.

The water streamed down her face, mixing with the slickness of your desire. Her eyes never left yours as she pleasured you, the intensity of her gaze as powerful as her touch. You felt your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that grew with each stroke of her tongue, each pulse of her finger. Your breaths grew ragged, your body tightening as you approached the edge.

The tiles grew slippery underfoot, but she remained steadfast, her grip on your hip unyielding. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, her tongue painting patterns that no artist could replicate. You could feel the muscles in your thighs quivering as you approached the peak of ecstasy. The water continued to cascade over the two of you, a gentle caress that seemed to amplify each sensation.

Her finger curled inside you, finding that perfect spot, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You gripped her hair tighter, pulling her closer as you whispered, “Oh, god, yes, right there,” your voice echoing slightly off the tiles. She responded with a hum of approval, the vibrations adding a new layer to the symphony of sensations. Her teeth grazed your clit, and you moaned, the sound music to Alexia’s ears.

The moment your climax hit, it was like a dam had broken. Your legs gave out, but she was there, supporting you, her mouth never leaving your sensitive flesh. You convulsed with pleasure, the waves of your orgasm crashing over you like the waves of a stormy sea. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched you fall apart, her tongue still working you through the aftershocks.

As your breathing began to even out, she stood, her body pressing against yours as the water continued to rain down. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss, tasting yourself on her lips. Her hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin as if it was the first time she’d ever felt it. The heat between you was unbearable, the shower doing little to cool the fire she had stoked.

Your kiss grew more urgent, your tongues dancing together as your bodies moved in a silent symphony of need. You reached for the soap, your hands shaking slightly, and began to lather it over her neck, shoulders, arms. The feel of the bubbles popping against your fingertips was a stark contrast to the slickness of her skin. She moaned into your mouth as your soapy hands slid over her back, the scent of the soap mixing with the scent of your shared arousal.

With a gentle push, you turned her around, her back now towards you. Your hands roamed over her, soaping her up, each touch leaving trails of bubbles that only served to make her skin more tantalising. Her breath hitched as you reached around to cup her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples in a rhythm that made her hips push back against you.

You couldn’t resist the urge to kiss down her spine, feeling her shiver as your lips traced the path of her vertebrae. You kissed lower, reaching the base of her spine, your tongue teasing the sensitive spot that made her legs tremble.

Her legs parted willingly, you took a moment to breathe her in, the scent of her arousal mixing with the sweetness of the soap. With a gentle touch, you traced the line of her thigh, feeling the muscles tense in anticipation. You kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her skin, moving closer to the apex of her legs. She whispered your name, her voice a shiver of need that sent a thrill through you.

With a smirk, you slid a hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for you. You slid a finger inside her, and she moaned, her head dropping forward as you began to move in time with the pulsating beat of your heart.

Her hand reached behind her, finding your neck, and she pulled you back up closer, your bodies melding together in a dance of passion. You felt her tighten around your finger, and you knew she was close. You added another, curling them up to hit that perfect spot, making her legs quiver. The sound of her moans grew louder, echoing in the shower, mixing with the water’s patter.

You leaned back, watching her face contort with pleasure, the droplets of water running down her cheeks like tears of joy. Her eyes met yours, a silent plea for more, and you gave it to her, your hand moving faster, your mouth finding hers in a kiss that was just as desperate. Her orgasm hit her like a storm, her body convulsing, her hand smacking the tiles in front of her to steady herself. You held her up, your arm wrapped around her waist, feeling the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her body and onto your fingers.

When she was finished, she turned in your arms, her legs unsteady but her eyes alight with satisfaction. She kissed you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth with a new urgency. The soap was forgotten, the water growing colder, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the heat between you, the connection that had only grown stronger with every shared touch.

You reached for the shampoo, the bubbles sliding down your arms as you poured it over her hair, watching the suds cascade over her shoulders. As you began to massage her scalp, she let out a contented sigh, her eyes closing as she leaned into your touch.

The tension in the air had shifted, the urgency of earlier replaced by a tender intimacy that was just as potent. You washed her hair with care, the scent of the shampoo mixing with the scent of your love. Her hands found yours, her fingers weaving through the bubbles, and for a moment, you just stood there, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

The water grew colder, the steam dissipating, but the warmth between you remained. You rinsed her hair, the water running over your hands in a clear stream, taking the last of the soap with it. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking with yours, and you knew that even as the water grew cold, the fire between you was still burning bright.

Turning her around, you kissed her neck, your teeth grazing the soft skin beneath her ear. She shivered, her head tilting back to give you better access, a silent invitation for more. Your hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves and angles that you had come to know so well.

Her hand slipped between your thighs, her touch feather-light as she found your clit again, now swollen and begging for attention. You gasped, your body tightening around her, the sensation of her touch sending sparks through your veins. She began to stroke you, her movements deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours, watching as you succumbed to pleasure once more.

The cold water was forgotten as the heat grew between you, your bodies moving in a silent dance of need. Your hips rocked against her hand, your breaths mingling in the space between your mouths. You could feel the tension building, the anticipation coiling tightly in your stomach, threatening to unravel at any moment.

Her other hand slid around your waist, her fingers digging into your hip as she held you against the tiles. You wrapped your leg around her, your movements growing more desperate. Her strokes grew faster, more insistent, and you could feel yourself racing towards the edge again.

You reached up to tug at her arm, pulling her closer, your mouth finding hers in a kiss that was as desperate as it was gentle. Your teeth nipped at her lower lip, and she responded with a groan, her hand moving faster, her fingers pressing harder. The sound of the shower was a white noise backdrop to your shared moans.

The orgasm crashed over you, a tidal wave that left you gasping for breath. You clung to her, your body spasming with pleasure as she held you upright. She kissed you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth as if she could taste your release. You felt the warmth of her hand on your cheek, wiping away the stray droplets of water that clung to your skin.

When the tremors finally subsided, you leaned into her, your forehead against hers. The water grew colder still, but you didn’t move, didn’t want to break the spell that had been cast in this small, steamy chamber. Her hand remained between your legs, the gentle pressure of her fingers keeping you on edge, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through you.

With a final kiss, you pulled back, you turned off the faucet, the sudden silence deafening in comparison to the cocoon of sound you’d been in. Reaching for a towel, you stepped out, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth you’d been basking in. She followed, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise that this was only the beginning.

The bathroom floor was cold underfoot, but the warmth of the towel wrapped around you was a comfort. You dried her off, taking your time, each stroke a gentle caress that spoke volumes. She did the same to you, her touch lingering on your skin, as if memorising every inch.

She wrapped her arms around you, her body warm and welcoming, and together you stepped out into the hallway, the steam from the shower the only evidence of the heat that had just passed.

“On the bed” she murmured into your ear as she came up behind you holding her hips, “Loose this too” she tugged at the towel wrapped around you, it pooled at your feet as you turned to her.

You wanted to be the one in control however “Lie down” you tilted your head as you unfolded the towel from around her, “Don’t make me tell you again” Alexia smirked, “You’re infuriating.”

Alexia moved around you perched on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her hands, taking you all in, “You’re so sexy” You took a moment to appreciate the art that was her, she reached up, her hand tracing your jaw, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the fervour of moments before.

“I’ll put clothes on if you don’t lie down”

Alexia couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she pulled her self up to rest her head on the pillow, the bed was cold but you didn’t care, the warmth of her body was more than enough.

Her legs parted for you, an invitation that made your pulse quicken. You knelt between her thighs, your eyes devouring the sight before you. She was wet, not just from the shower, but from desire. The scent of your combined arousal was intoxicating. You leaned in, your breath hot against her skin, and kissed her inner thigh, feeling her shiver.

Her hips arched as you kissed closer to her centre, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. You felt the warmth of her, the slickness of her arousal, and you couldn’t wait to taste her. Your tongue flicked out, a soft touch that made her moan. You explored her with gentle strokes, the sound of her pleasure music to your ears. Her hands found yours, lacing her fingers with yours, her grip tightening as you found her clit, swollen and eager for attention.

You took your time, savouring each gasp and tremor that passed through her body. Your tongue danced around the sensitive bud, teasing it before finally giving it the attention it craved. She bucked her hips, pushing herself closer to your mouth, her breathing ragged. You got comfy between her legs because you planned on being here for a while, giving her all the pleasure you felt you should have been all these weeks.

You took her in, exploring every fold, every curve, with a hunger that surprised even you. Your tongue, flicking and teasing until she was whimpering, her hips bucking against your face. You felt the tension in her thighs, the tightness of her grip on your hand, and knew she was close. With a deep, satisfied groan, you sucked her clit into your mouth, your tongue flicking it rapidly. Her body arched, her hand tightening in your hair, and she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave the first of many you had planned for her.

⚽️

You were tangled in the sheets, legs brushing, skin still warm from the shower, hair damp and curling against your temples. The bedroom was quiet, low-lit by the soft city haze filtering through the curtains. Alexia lay on her side, her hand tracing slow, thoughtless patterns on your stomach.

“Wasn’t planning on doing that tonight,” she murmured, a lazy smile curling on her lips.

You turned your head on the pillow to look at her. “What, showering?”

She gave you a soft look, then rolled her eyes with a grin. “No, tonta. You joining me in it and the events following.”

You smirked, reaching to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You looked like you needed company and motivation.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be that motivating,” she teased, lifting herself up slightly to kiss your bare shoulder. “You always surprise me.”

You exhaled slowly, letting the comfort of the moment sink in. “Is that good or bad?”

Alexia’s eyes met yours, serious now. “It’s good. You make everything feel… I don’t know. Lighter. Easier.”

You watched her hand rest just over your ribs, thumb pressing gently into your side, grounding herself in you. “Even now?” you asked quietly.

“Especially now.” She paused. “You’ve been through something I can’t imagine, and you still found your way back to the pitch, to me. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t either,” you admitted, voice softer than before. “I think I’m just moving. If I stop moving, I’ll fall apart.”

She nodded slowly, brushing her nose against yours. “Then I’ll keep walking next to you, until you’re ready to stop.”

You smiled faintly, heart tugging at how sincere she sounded. “You’re too good to me.”

“No,” she said, firm. “I’m exactly what you deserve.”

There was a long silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable it felt heavy with safety. You traced her forearm with your fingers. “You ever think about the future? Not just with football.”

Alexia’s lips twitched into a playful smile. “What, like kids, a dog and a villa by the sea?”

“I meant like... this. Us. If there’s an ‘us’.”

She leaned closer, kissed the corner of your mouth. “There is. And I think about it all the time.” You swallowed, the weight of her words settling somewhere warm in your chest. “I told you and I meant it, I could marry you,” she whispered suddenly, the tease in her voice not quite covering the truth behind it. “If you keep motivating me like that… I’d marry you tomorrow.”

You laughed softly, but your heart was doing things it hadn’t done in a long time. “You better be careful with promises like that.”

Alexia pulled you in, burying her face into your neck, her voice muffled but certain. “Coco,” she murmured, “I don’t make promises I don’t plan to keep.”

You lay there wrapped in her arms, the world quiet for once your grief softened, not gone, but lighter knowing that if nothing else, she wasn’t going anywhere. She shifted slightly beneath you, and you lowered your head just enough to meet her eyes. “What?” you asked softly, noticing how she was looking at you.

She blinked, then shook her head. “Nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No, don’t do that. You’ve got something written all over your face.”

Alexia gave a quiet laugh, almost shy, which was rare for her. “I was just thinking... how stupid it is that I’ve wanted to say something for a while and haven’t just said it without making it a joke.”

You straightened a little, propped yourself up on your elbow, watching her closely now. “Say it then.”

She hesitated not because she was unsure of what she felt, but because she wanted to say it right and then, in true Alexia fashion, she just told you the truth. “I love you.”

You blinked. The room didn’t shift, the sky didn’t fall, but your whole chest tightened all at once, like everything inside you had been waiting to hear those words and finally, finally could exhale.

She sat up a bit, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I think I knew for a while, but I didn’t want to say it too soon or scare you or make it… I don’t know, a bigger thing when everything else in your life has already been so heavy.”

You were quiet. Not because you didn’t know what to say but because you felt it too. “I love you too,” you said, voice small but firm. “You haven’t scared me off, Alexia. You’ve kept me standing, I wouldn't of gotten through everything with out you”

She let out a breath, like she’d been holding it forever, and pulled you into her arms without a word, kissing your temple, your forehead, then your lips soft, slow, and full of meaning. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

You nodded against her, closing your eyes. “I know.” you smiled, "Not when I can make you come like that" Alexia threw her head back laughing.

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miihho · 6 months ago

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can do headcannons for Myung-gi? Thank you 😭😭

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition boys) sfw

Myung-gi / Player 333

—HE'S THE KIND OF GUY who found himself in fights more often than he’d like to admit. His past was a tangled mess of mistakes and choices that led him down this path. Most times, when he was beaten down, no one cared enough to stop. They’d walk by, eyes averted, pretending not to see him lying there, bruised and exhausted. The pain was familiar, but it was something he had learned to endure alone. So when he found himself on the ground once again, bloodied and sore, he didn’t expect anything to change. He didn’t expect someone to stop and help.

But then, through the blur of his vision, he saw you. Standing there, glowing like something out of a dream, your eyes full of concern. “Are you alright?” you asked, your voice soft, but it was filled with genuine concern. He blinked, shaking his head as if to clear the daze.

“Yeah…” he muttered, wincing slightly as he grabbed your hand and tried to stand. “It didn’t hurt that much.” He forced a weak smile, brushing the dust off his clothes, but his body was screaming from the blows he’d taken. You didn’t look convinced, your eyes scanning him with a frown. “You have bruises everywhere,” you said softly, taking in the sight of his battered form. “You need help, can i treat you?"

He wanted to refuse. He wanted to push you away and tell you it wasn’t worth it, that he was just someone who always ended up in situations like this. But your steady gaze stopped him. He nodded, letting you lead him away from the scene, knowing this would probably be the first time someone would care enough to make sure he wasn’t left to bleed out in a corner.He didn’t expect much—just a quick fix for the bruises. But as you carefully cleaned his cuts and bruises, your touch gentle and your voice soft, something inside him shifted.

The way you didn’t rush, the way you took your time, treating him with more care than anyone ever had, started to break down the walls he’d built around himself. His body still ached, but there was a warmth in his chest, a quiet comfort he hadn’t felt in years. He wasn’t falling in love with you right away. But in that moment, as you tended to his wounds and your eyes met his, something began to grow, slowly and quietly—an unfamiliar feeling, one that made him want to stay just a little longer.

—He’s the type of guy who keeps a distance from everyone, always a little cold, a little aloof, because it’s easier that way. He’s learned to build walls around himself, to guard his emotions, keeping people at arm’s length so he won’t get hurt. It’s become second nature—familiar and safe. But when it comes to you, everything shifts. You become the exception to the rules, the one who manages to break through the armor he’s so carefully crafted.

In your presence, the ice that’s kept him safe for so long begins to melt. The walls that once seemed impenetrable start to crumble, piece by piece, as he finds himself opening up in ways he never thought possible. It’s a vulnerability he’s not used to, one that both terrifies and comforts him in equal measure. For the first time, he doesn’t have to pretend. With you, he can just be. And it’s that warmth, that quiet shift in his soul, that makes him realize—maybe letting you in wasn’t as frightening as he once thought.

—He's type of guy who’d get nervous around you, never having interacted with a girl properly before. This whole thing was new to him. He would rehearse a simple greeting in front of the mirror, repeatedly stumbling over his words.

"Hello, nice to meet you again," he'd say, practicing until it felt right.

But the moment he saw you, standing there, his mind went blank. Flustered, he blurted out, "Meet hello again."

His face flushed red with embarrassment, and without a word, he quickly walked off, leaving you laughing softly at his awkward charm.

—Hes the kind of guy who would drop to his knees with tear-streaked cheeks, begging for another chance. The kind of guy who would plead, his voice trembling with desperation, asking you to take him back.

— He’s the kind of guy who melts under your touch, leaning into the soft strokes of your fingers as they weave through his hair. With you perched on his lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, he looks up at you as if you’re the only thing that matters in the world. His eyes, brimming with warmth, trace every feature of your face, and his smile—soft, tender, overflowing with affection—speaks the words his heart can’t contain. To him, this moment is everything: your closeness, your comfort, the quiet intimacy of being held by the one he loves.

—He’s the kind of guy who would drop everything at a moment’s notice just to make you happy. If you told him you wanted your favorite food, he wouldn’t just order it—he’d make sure it came from the best place, double-checking the details so it’s exactly how you like it. If you said you wanted something more, he’d move mountains to find it, his every action steeped in quiet devotion.

—He’s the kind of guy who would hold your bag without hesitation, tie your shoelaces if they came undone, and memorize all the little things that make you smile. If you said you were cold, he’d wrap his jacket around you without a second thought, even if he ended up freezing. If you called him in the middle of the night, needing someone to talk to, he’d show up at your door, no matter how far or inconvenient it was. If you mentioned something you like, he’d make a mental note and surprise you with it later, just to see the joy in your eyes. He’d stay up late if you needed him, wake up early to make your mornings easier, and cancel his own plans just to be there when you need him most.

For him, your happiness is worth everything. He doesn’t just listen to your words—he treasures them, acting on them like they’re his life’s purpose, because loving you isn’t a chore; it’s his greatest joy.

—He’s the kind of guy who pays attention to the tiniest details about you. Like the songs you hum when you’re happy, the exact shade of your favorite color. He remembers your birthday without needing a reminder, but he also knows the little anniversaries you don’t expect him to, like the day you first met or the first time you smiled at him in that special way.

He’d go out of his way to buy you things that match your favorite color—not just big gifts but the little ones, like a keychain he spotted at the store or a pen because he remembered you needed one. He’d surprise you with your favorite snacks on bad days and bring you flowers that match the hues you love, just to see your face light up.

—He’s the kind of guy who listens intently when you talk, even if it’s about something small, and he brings it up later to let you know he was paying attention. He’d notice when you’re feeling off, even if you try to hide it, and he’d do whatever it takes to make you feel better—whether it’s running to get your comfort food, wrapping you in a blanket, or just holding you until the world feels a little less overwhelming.

To him, it’s the small things that matter most because those details are what make you you, and he wants to love every single one of them.

—He's the kind of guy who stumbles over his words when you get too close, as if your presence is too much for him to handle. You don't realize how his heart races, a frantic rhythm he can't control, every beat echoing the weight of your nearness. He tries to pull away, but it's impossible—you're the only thing that makes him feel alive.

—He's kind of guy who would stay away from you for months, not because he wanted to, but because he believed it was for your safety. He worried endlessly that if anyone saw you with him, they’d make you a target—hurt you just to get to him. The thought of putting you in danger was unbearable, so he chose the distance, even if it tore him apart inside.

—Myung gi is the kind of guy who’d make you believe he has pure intentions, but the truth is far darker. He wants you all to himself—every moment of every day, your laughter, your smile, your touch. It's all his in his mind. The thought of anyone else having even a fraction of you fills him with jealousy, and he’ll do anything to keep it that way. You’re his everything, and in his eyes, no one else deserves a piece of you.

—He’s the kind if guy who secretly craves being treated like a precious little one, wanting to be praised for being good, his heart swelling at every word of affection you give him. When you look at him with that soft, loving gaze, calling him "baby" and showering him with overly sweet pet names, something inside him melts. It's not just the words, it's the way you care for him—like he's fragile, like he’s yours to protect. He acts tough on the outside, but deep down, he’s soft for you. Your attention, your affection—it’s everything to him, and he’s more than willing to be the one who melts under your love. He’d give anything to hear you speak to him like that forever.

(he's so IWBWIWHWIWJ😭😭☹️👊🏻)

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clawsdevour · 10 months ago

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victory reward

wc: 2.1k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, ushijima x reader, smut, hinting towards a sex marathon, mention of semen retention, size kink, cream pie, not proofread

び˚ˎ 。

The final sound of the spike that your husband, Ushijima Wakatoshi, landed on the volleyball court secured the win for Japan in the Paris Olympics volleyball game. The cheering after Japan’s winning still rang in your ears when you left to go backstage in order to meet with Ushijima when he step foot off the blazing court.

“Toshi!! Right here!” Screaming against all of the sounds that resonated in the crowded hallway to get his attention. His stone cold eyes meet yours and softened immediately when he made his way to your direction. The closer he stepped towards you, his warm welcoming arms opened for a big hug despite being drenched in sweat.

“Hey love, did you watch me play all day?” Falling into his strong arms that held you closer to him, a faint smile spreading on his lips as you nod into his chest. The crowds’ are walking around you two while you quickly chatted in place about the match that just finished.

Leaving the big and roaring venue, the cold air hits your face once you step foot outside. Your arm clings with his for warmth, walking alongside him trying to not get caught up with the other people who strolled by. You’re praising him for his skills and the last strike he landed on court that brought Japan to it’s next match in the Olympics. He’s smiling to himself, content with the victory and the fact he now knows that you came and watched him play the whole time.

“When we get back to our hotel, are you gonna reward me?” Ushijima peers down to see your awestruck face frozen in surprise due to his silly attempt at hinting you two to do something suggestive. Ushijima’s not the type to ask for intercourse often, you’d have to pounce on him and have a whole build up to get to the tip of it because of how stern and naive he could be. Not to mention, his busy schedule to keep his volleyball skills and physique in check.

“Haha, Toshi would you even take my reward if I gave it to you?” Giggling to play with him a bit, half serious. He’s putting back on his game face as his piercing eyes scream out a simple Yes which was all you needed to know. He was serious, he must’ve been waiting for a long time to be buried in you once more.

The moment you enter and close your hotel door was the moment where his big silhouette carried and dropped you onto the springy and plush king sized bed. Ushijima’s hands are placed by your ears, trapping you in position underneath his heavy and athletic frame.

Wrapping your hands around his head as he leaned into you to share an intimate kiss on the lips. He couldn’t wait and be patient any longer, his tongue pokes through to completely take over the inside of your mouth. Ushijima roughly dominates the kiss by massaging his tongue around yours while you continuously moaned into the heated gesture. At some point he had to pull away to let you both breathe a little.

Your lips were barely touching while you breathed in each others warm air, a bit dizzy from that intoxicating kiss. His honest and dark olive eyes couldn’t keep off of your slightly swollen reddened lips as he went in for another one. Tracing the shape of your lips with the tip of his tongue, you watched through his long fluttering lashes. Sucking on your bottom lip, eager for your tongue to slip into his mouth as you felt his thick fingers caress the side of your face.

“I’m so.. Hard right now, it hurts. I haven’t let it out in so long.” Ushijima’s hot and raspy voice whispered in your ear. Tilting your head to meet his vulnerable face, his hand reaches for yours so he could lead you to feel what’s in between his tight shorts. Wow, his bulge was real big and stiff. You haven’t fucked with your husband in a month or two due to his intensive training schedule. Of course, he hasn’t let out any of his steam while being so caught up practicing to play for the Olympics.

“You could let it all out in me Toshi,” bringing his hand down your waistband to feel the wetness at the bottom of your underwear. His eyes slightly widened at the dampness. Ushijima brings his lips down to your neck to plant a sloppy kiss as his fingers rubbed along your clothed slit.

“I love you.” Ushijima shuffles up on his knees to take off his suffocating shirt that clung to him for dear life to reveal his rippling and muscular figure. Your fingers reached to linger across his sculpted torso trying to reel him in as he leaned back down towards you, placing hands on his broad shoulders.

“I love you too..” Your lustful eyes watched as he makes his way up your shirt, essentially pushing up your bra to reveal your stiff and perky nipples due to being released from their cage. Ushijima’s warm tongue caressing your tit causes you to push your head back into the soft pillow, the more he sucked and licked across your sensitive nip the more your head sank down. His other hand fondled with your unoccupied breast, teasing and playing with it as his eyes remained focused on your reactions.

Shortly after, his hands bring themselves down towards your hips, gradually bringing his swollen lips down with it. Ushijima’s working down your pants and underwear. You sit up to help him, also taking off your shirt and bra as you sat naked in front of him, with a slightly red hue flushed across your face.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe my job kept me away from you for so long, I’m sorry..” Ushijima’s parting your legs open like the red sea as you tried to resist out of humiliation. Of course, losing to his powerful and sturdy hands that kept you apart. His dark olive orbs lit up seeing your cunt already wet with your slick from all the kissing and slight nipple play.

Ushijima dives in with his tongue that draws steady circles over your little bundle of nerves, causing you to let out a whimper of shock. The foreign sensation of his tongue on your clit felt so good, your locked legs squirmed despite his grasp on the back of your thighs. The skin like dough seeping out of his hands while he holds you up. Your mouth parting and opening as your moans grew louder, whenever you call out his name in that lewd state he doesn’t hold back. Your hands were buried into his hair, pushing his face closer to your pussy. He’s adding in a thick finger or two inside to curl into your sweet spot to help prep you for his cock. He knows he’s gonna have to use more than two fingers, so he snuck in another one to stretch you out. Your legs are twitching like crazy as you squirmed and forced his head closer. His tongue swirls around in your plush hole once more, driving you to your spinning orgasm as he slurps up all of your remaining juices before his finishing course.

He unlatches his mouth from your dripping cunt as you lay limpless trying to regain your composure, watching him slide his shorts and boxers down to reveal his massive raging erection that dripped with precum. Your arms help you up as you saw him stroke it a few times as he grunted before laying it on your pussy.

“Toshi, is it gonna fit..?” You’re looking at him with a bit of fear in your eyes at his big and girthy length that’s currently sitting on your clit. He’s guiding his mad red tip to glide around on your slit, collecting the juices you secretated.

“I’ll make it fit.” Ushijima’s determined and believes it’ll all fit in like always even though you’re always a bit worried. Everytime you fuck it ends up like this, but he’s always somehow balls deep inside your plush walls that clung onto him. You knew that and always trusted him during the whole process of just putting it in. You’re laying down flat on your back as he’s towering over you once again. Feeling his tip find and prob at the entrance of your hole, Ushijima’s looking for your approval as you nod at him to stick it in.

There goes the first part, your entrance expands to take in his circumference. He’s slowly pushing it in, trying to not cause any more discomfort than his cock is already putting you in. the pain from stretching you out starts to kick in when you feel the stabbing sensation. Your deathenly grip on his shoulders increases, causing crescent marks to appear on his smooth skin whenever you had to readjust your hand placement.

“You okay? It’s just about in.” Ushijima’s grunting from the tight heated walls that held his cock, making it feel like it’s about to snap in half at any given moment. The waves of the killer stinging sensation began to increase when he started to slide out. It was like a metal fork scratching a chalkboard inside. Shoving it back was even more painful even though it was slightly starting to mix with pleasure that’ll soon start to wash over and fill your body.

Your body’s producing tears as a natural reaction towards the affliction, your loving husband’s wiping them off your face with his thumb while peppering you kisses all over. The slow but earth shattering damage that his cock implies on your clenching walls continued its attempt at stimulating you. Throwing your arms over his head, bringing him closer to your tearstained eyes. Your cunt takes the form of his size the more he moved in and out of you, loosening your grip on his cock.

“It feels good Toshi, you can go faster..” sobbing in between whines as waves of pleasure started to take over your body. Nodding his head as he grunted, his pace began to increase from a turtle’s pace to making you arch your back as you held onto him with all your might. His eyes averted to your breasts enjoying each bounce as he started to thrust even more.

The amount of inaudible sounds coming from your mouth and the squelching from below, he can’t take it anymore it’s been far too long. Ushijima’s uneven breathing came to a pause whenever your gummy walls clenched, eventually he came inside. Filling you to the brim even when he thought he emptied his load in you. Taking it out, his white goo continued to spray onto your breasts and stomach as some of it started to drip out of your cunt.

“Shit, there’s so much ha.” He’s trying to jerk it all out before taking on another round with you. When he thought he was done, it just started to leak out from his tip. Biting his lip as he continues to finish, before putting your legs up into a mating press.

Your knees pressed against the sticky semen on your chest as he’s pushing your ankles further down, exposing all of your pussy to him. You’re dripping with his cum that keeps trailing out of your cunt. Feeling his girth press against you again, he’s scooping his creamy white substance onto his cock before smoothly attempting to slide back in with a moan of relief.

Your head tilts back from all the stimulation as you’re grabbing onto the sheets. His cock is able to plummet and destroy your insides even more with his position that made your body more sensitive with how much deeper he can reach. All you can do is let out your loud continuous moans and praises as you take all of his length again and again. His unbreakable stamina turns your head into a groggy mess as you try to keep conscious throughout his heavy, hard poundings. Ushijima notices your change in reaction when as you try to keep up with his momentum and came to a complete stop.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need to take a break or drink some water?” Your eyes focus on him from between your legs. His words melt into your ears now that the sounds of flesh on flesh came to a halt. All you could hear was the heavy breathing ringing in your ears.

You shake your head ‘No,’ knowing you’ll have to at some point. All you could think about what how it’s gonna be a long night to celebrate.

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dapper-nahrwhale · 3 months ago

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FALLOUT NEW VEGAS ONLY 10 BUCKS ON STEAM????? ok.......

anyone who knows if the dlc is also worth getting or not? it makes it 20 but if its worth it ill get it

I think fallout might be the most expensive, infinity Nikki is free but it's a gacha so idk. All games are for PC my old laptop, bcuz that's what I've got. If anyone has any suggestions for other games similar I will take them. Getting very bored of just playing sims 4 thank u 👍

#that might make the decision for me fr it is the cheapest #also to reiterate i am ABYSMALLY bad at video games so like. really bad. so bad its almost not fun.#but for 10 bucks sure maybe ill try it #also my goal is to try and do hawkeye mash in it. idk if itll work or noth but could be intersting #only thing is i keep getting games am bad at them and dont play them so like :/ if anyone knows how to make this one easier i will take #any help i can get idc about cheats and all if it makes it more fun (easier for me)to play ill do it #might also ge tthe cat game at some point too bcuz i love a game you can jsut run around as a cat and thats all #things in games i am BAD VERY BAD at: doing more than 1 thing on keyboard and mouse at the same time. remembering what keys do what #running in games. just a lot in general. ill figure out cheats and all. idk how to get/do mods but ill try that too once i play to see #what i might want or smth. ALSO CAMERAS in games that idk im not good at moving it and doing stuff at the same time. idk how it works #in this one but in the past that has been my downfall. anyways. excited but nervous idk. hope itll be fun once i figure out #whats fun in it for me. like in sims i dont touch gzameplay i just build and make sims thats it. same with animal crossing #for gameplay i do not care for open type games i like having simple tasks to do that lead to something. like the digging hole game.#dug it all out in 10 hrs and it was so much fun. i would enjoy minecraft if i could JUST dig easily. like i can dig in it but its NOT #the same as the digging hole game. ok getting sleepy gonna sleep now noight

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valiasims · 1 year ago

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Mediterranean Build Collection

Hey everyone!

Finally I can share this new collection! I'm really sorry that it's coming later than expected. I had some troubles and bumps alongside with a lot of work I had in my real life jobs these last weeks. I was trying to work on this as much as I could in my free time. But enough about this!

This build set was inspired by Spanish architecture. Since I live in Spain and I love this culture I wanted to do a set around this theme. The columns were based on the columns on the Plaza Real in Barcelona. I was gonna do some main front doors for the buildings but I didn't have time. Maybe in the future I'll do a pack with beatiful Spanish front doors because I love them so much!

I really hope this set lives up to your expectations because I'm already seeing what I could have done differently. But this whole journey is a big learning curve and I've learned a lot of new things!

The Set Includes

Balcony

Window guard

Blinds (short, medium, long, accent)

Shutters (Left, Middle, Right) 2 heights

Column

Spandrel

Wooden Doors (1 tile, 1,5 tile, 2 tile) 2 heights

Glass Doors (1 tile, 1,5 tile, 2 tile) 2 heights

Windows (0,5 tile, 1 tile, 1 tile simple) 2 heights

Stone door frames (1 tile, 1,5 tile, 2 tile) 2 heights

Stone window frames (1 tile) 4 sizes

🔹 Compatibility All items are Base Game compatible. 🔹 TIP You can find the items easily in your Build/Buy Catalog if you type in "Mediterranean" or "VALIA". 🔹 Info - Low poly, new, maxis match meshes- Since some items share the same texture you need to have them all files ending in "_texture" in your mods folder to properly work.

-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 18th of July 6PM CST

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elryuse · 5 months ago

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ANTHEM pt.5

MULTIPLE FEMALE IDOLS X MALE READER

Tags : Harem, Sedcution, Kissing, Public Sex, Multiple Female Love Interest

Words : 4, 197 Words

For The Other Parts Of My ANTHEM Series, Please Kindly Check Over Here

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Y/n’s room, casting soft stripes of light across his face. He groaned softly, stretching his arms above his head as he woke up to another day in the whirlwind that was ANTHEM. The events of the previous night with Yujin still lingered in his mind, the memory of her laughter under the shower spray fresh and vivid. But before he could dwell on it too long, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He reached for it, squinting at the screen. A text from Chaewon lit up the display:

“Oppa, good morning! Are you free today? I need your help with something…please don’t say no~ 🥺”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. Chaewon had been acting… different lately. She’d always been cheeky and playful, but recently, she’d been leaning into him more during practice, finding excuses to touch his arm or steal glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t deny there was something magnetic about her—her sharp wit, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him, the way she seemed to know exactly how to get under his skin. But after everything with Karina, Wonyoung, and Yujin, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for… whatever this was.

Still, he typed out a reply: “Sure, what do you need?”

Her response came almost instantly: “I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes. Wear something casual but not too casual. Oh, and bring your mask!”

Thirty minutes later, Y/n stood outside their dorm building, dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, his mask already in place. A black SUV pulled up, and Chaewon leaned out the window, grinning mischievously. “Get in, oppa!”

As soon as he slid into the passenger seat, Chaewon handed him a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on too. We can’t have anyone recognizing us, right?”

“Where are we even going?” Y/n asked, adjusting the glasses on his face.

“It’s a surprise,” she said, her voice sing-song as she pulled away from the curb. “Relax, oppa. Don’t be so serious all the time.”

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, Chaewon occasionally humming along to the radio. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly stylish she looked, even in her paparazzi-proof outfit of an oversized sweater, leggings, and sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few strands framing her face. She caught him looking and smirked. “See something you like?”

“Just wondering why you’re being so secretive,” he deflected, though his cheeks warmed under her teasing gaze.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: a small, brightly lit arcade tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The neon lights flashed against the windows, inviting them inside. Chaewon practically bounced out of the car, grabbing his hand as soon as he stepped out. “Come on, let’s go!”

Inside, the arcade was bustling with energy—the sounds of blaring game music, the clatter of tokens dropping into machines, and the excited shouts of players filled the air. Chaewon led him straight to the photobooth in the corner, its curtains slightly tattered but still colorful. “Let’s take some pictures!” she declared, already digging out a few coins.

“Chaewon, seriously?” Y/n laughed, shaking his head. “You dragged me all the way here for this?”

“Yes, seriously,” she replied, tugging him inside the booth. The space was tight, their bodies pressed together as she closed the curtain behind them. The screen flickered to life, displaying a countdown for the first photo.

Chaewon turned to him, her expression suddenly softer, more serious than he’d ever seen it. “Oppa,” she began, her voice low and quiet, “do you really not know why I wanted to come here with you?”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. “Uh… because you like arcades?”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips. “No, dummy. Because I wanted to spend time alone with you. Just you and me.”

Before he could respond, the photobooth’s camera snapped the first picture. Chaewon quickly leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against his arm as she tilted her head toward him. The second flash went off. Y/n’s heart began to race, his breath hitching as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Chaewon…”

“Shh,” she whispered, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “Stop thinking so much, oppa. Just… feel.”

And then she kissed him.

It started soft, tentative—just the briefest brush of her lips against his. But when Y/n didn’t pull away, Chaewon deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed closer. The world outside the photobooth faded away, leaving only the two of them and the sound of their mingled breaths. Y/n’s hands found her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he responded with equal fervor.

The camera flashed again, capturing the moment as Chaewon broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Y/n stared at her, dazed, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. “Chaewon, I—”

The camera flashed one final time, freezing the image of her grinning triumphantly before she pulled him back into another kiss. This time, it was fiercer, hungrier, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she poured every ounce of her pent-up feelings into it. Y/n groaned against her mouth, his hands slipping under her sweater to trace the curve of her spine.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Chaewon rested her forehead against his, her voice barely audible over the hum of the arcade outside. “So… did you like my surprise?”

Y/n chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Yeah, I liked it. A lot.”

“Good,” she said, her grin widening. “Because there’s more where that came from.”

Chaewon’s lips lingered close to his, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, “So… what do you think about us? About this?” Her eyes searched his, a mix of playfulness and vulnerability flickering in their depths.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding. The air between them felt electric, charged with something unspoken but undeniable. He could still feel the ghost of her touch under his sweater, the warmth of her body pressed against his. “I think…” he started, voice low, “it’s complicated. You know that, right? With everything going on in the group…”

She tilted her head, her fingers trailing lightly down his arm until they interlaced with his. “Complicated doesn’t mean impossible,” she murmured, her tone soft but firm. “And I don’t care about complications if it means getting to have this. To have you.” There was a weight to her words, a sincerity that made Y/n’s chest tighten.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. Karina’s confession, Wonyoung’s teasing, Yujin’s boldness—now Chaewon was laying her feelings bare. It felt like the walls were closing in, the web of emotions growing more entangled by the day. But with Chaewon staring at him like that, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss, it was hard to focus on anything else.

“Chaewon,” he said quietly, squeezing her hand. “You know this isn’t just about us. The group… we can’t risk—”

She interrupted him with a shake of her head, her hair brushing against his cheek. “Stop thinking so much,” she said, her voice firm but tender. “For once, just let yourself feel. We’ve been dancing around this for weeks—maybe longer. Don’t you think it’s time we stopped pretending?”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. She was right, wasn’t she? Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every playful tease—they had all been building toward this. And now, with her standing so close, her body pressed against his, it was impossible to deny the pull between them.

“Okay,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “What do you want, Chaewon?”

A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “I want you to stop overthinking and kiss me again,” she said, her tone light but laced with desire.

Before he could respond, she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. This kiss was different from the ones before—slower, deeper, more deliberate. Her hands slid up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Y/n’s hands instinctively found her waist, gripping her tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers.

The world outside the photobooth faded away, leaving only the two of them and the heat building between them. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other.

“That’s what I want,” Chaewon whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I want us to explore this. To see where it could go. I don’t care about the others right now. I just… I care about you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at her words. He wanted to say something—anything—to reassure her, to tell her he felt the same way. But before he could, she stepped back slightly, her hands sliding down to grip his.

“But I need you to be honest with me,” she continued, her gaze steady. “If this is too much, if you’re not ready… I’ll understand. But don’t keep me hanging, Y/n. Don’t make me guess.”

He squeezed her hands, his mind racing. How could he explain the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling? The guilt, the desire, the fear of what this could mean for the group—and for them?

“It’s not that simple,” he admitted, his voice rough. “You know that. With Karina, Wonyoung, Yujin… it’s not just about us. It’s about how this affects everyone.”

Chaewon nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I know,” she said softly. “And I’m not asking you to choose. I’m just asking you to give us a chance. To see where this could go. Isn’t that worth it?”

Y/n’s chest tightened at her words. She was giving him an out, a way to step back if he needed to. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized he didn’t want to. He wanted this. He wanted her.

“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice firm. “It’s worth it.”

A brilliant smile spread across Chaewon’s face, her eyes lighting up with joy. “Good,” she said, her voice full of relief. “Because I wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer.”

Y/n chuckled, pulling her closer. “You really are something else, you know that?”

She grinned, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “You have no idea,” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Now, are you going to kiss me again, or do I have to take charge?”

His answer was to lean down and capture her lips once more, pouring every ounce of his pent-up emotions into the kiss. Chaewon responded eagerly, her hands sliding up his shoulders to tangle in his hair. The world outside the photobooth disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the fire burning between them.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed. Chaewon rested her forehead against his, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “We should probably get out of here before someone catches us,” she murmured, though there was no urgency in her voice.

Y/n laughed softly, his hands still resting on her hips. “Probably. But I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who said anything about letting go?” she said, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Meet me in my room tonight. We can continue this… privately.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words, his grip tightening on her waist. “Are you sure?”

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said, her voice steady. “But only if you are.”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, the weight of her words settling over him. This wasn’t just about a fleeting moment of passion—this was a decision that could change everything. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew there was no turning back.

“I’m sure,” he said, his voice firm.

Chaewon’s smile widened, and she pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips before stepping back. “Good,” she said, her voice full of promise. “Tonight, then. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The hallway was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights casting long shadows as Chaewon led Y/n by the hand. Her fingers were warm and firm around his, pulling him closer with every step. Their footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor, but neither of them spoke—words felt unnecessary now. The tension between them had been building all day, a slow burn that had finally reached its breaking point.

When they reached her room, Chaewon turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. She didn’t hesitate, pressing herself against him, her lips capturing his in a hungry kiss. Y/n groaned into her mouth, his hands instinctively finding her waist as he pulled her closer. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and sharp like cherry cola, and he couldn’t get enough.

Chaewon broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” before dragging him inside and shutting the door behind them. The room was bathed in soft amber light, the curtains drawn tight, creating an intimate cocoon. Without warning, she pushed him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he fell onto it, bouncing slightly.

She stood over him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she let out a low, breathy laugh. “You’re so eager,” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. And then, with deliberate slowness, she began to undress.

First came her jacket, slipping off her shoulders like liquid silk. Then her top, revealing a lace bralette that clung to her curves in all the right places. Y/n’s breath hitched as he watched her, his body already responding to her every move. But she wasn’t done yet. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, and with a slow, teasing tug, she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie.

Y/n couldn’t help but stare, taking in every inch of her. Chaewon was beautiful—stunning, really—but there was something about the way she carried herself, the confidence radiating from her, that made her irresistible. She stepped closer, straddling him on the bed, her hands resting on his chest.

“Do you like what you see?” she purred, her voice low and husky.

Y/n nodded, swallowing hard. “More than you know.”

Her lips curved into a sultry smile, and she leaned down, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all the invitation he needed. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. The surprise in her eyes only fueled his hunger, and he kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body as if trying to memorize every curve. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched against him.

Their clothes disappeared in a flurry of movement, discarded carelessly on the floor. When Y/n finally entered her, Chaewon let out a gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as her body shuddered in response. He moved slowly at first, savoring the way she felt beneath him, the way her breathing quickened with every thrust.

But Chaewon wasn’t content to let him set the pace. Her hips bucked against his, urging him to go faster, harder, and he obliged, his own control slipping as the heat between them grew unbearable. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

“Y/n—” she gasped, her voice breaking as her nails raked down his back. “Don’t stop... please...”

He didn’t. Instead, he shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in an agegao expression that sent a jolt of primal satisfaction through him. She was completely lost in the moment, consumed by the intensity of their connection.

As her body tightened around him, signaling her climax, Y/n felt his own release building. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled into her, their shared cries mingling in the air. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in tandem.

When he finally pulled back, Chaewon looked up at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were sure.”

Y/n chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Neither were you.”

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Before he could respond, she propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze locking with his. There was something unspoken in her eyes, a question or maybe a promise, but before either of them could explore it further, the sound of voices outside the door made them freeze.

Both pairs of eyes darted toward the door, wide with panic. The last thing they needed was someone walking in on them like this. Chaewon quickly grabbed a pillow, covering herself as Y/n scrambled to find his boxers.

But before they could fully recover, the doorknob began to turn.

“Shit,” Chaewon hissed under her breath, her heart pounding. “What do we do?”

Y/n’s mind raced, but before he could come up with a plan, the door creaked open, revealing...

Chaewon’s eyes widened in panic as the door creaked open. Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/n by the arm and yanked him under the covers with her, pulling the blanket up to their chins just as the soft glow of the hallway light spilled into the room.

“Stay quiet,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips brushing against his ear. Her breath was warm, sending a shiver down his spine despite the heat pooling between them.

The sound of footsteps followed, slow and deliberate, as whoever had entered lingered near the doorway. Y/n’s heart hammered against his chest, each beat echoing loudly in his ears. He could feel Chaewon’s body pressed tightly against his, her legs tangled with his own, her skin still flushed from their earlier passion. The thin fabric of the blanket did little to hide the warmth radiating between them, but neither dared to move.

“Chaewon?” came a familiar voice—Winter. She sounded tentative, like she wasn’t sure if she should be there. “Are you awake?”

Y/n froze, his eyes locking with Chaewon’s. Her expression was a mix of amusement and mischief, her lips curling into a sly smile despite the situation. She placed a finger over her own lips, silently urging him to stay still, then turned her head slightly toward the door.

“Uh… yeah,” Chaewon called back, her voice surprisingly steady. “What’s up? I was just about to sleep.”

There was a pause, and Y/n could practically hear Winter’s hesitation. His mind raced, trying to figure out how they were going to get out of this without raising suspicion. But Chaewon seemed unfazed, her fingers tracing light patterns on his chest beneath the blanket, her touch both soothing and electrifying.

“I… couldn’t sleep,” Winter admitted finally, her voice softer now. “I thought maybe we could talk or something.”

Chaewon bit her lip, her hand stilling for a moment before she sighed softly. “Sorry, Unnie. I’m really tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”

Another pause. Y/n could almost picture Winter standing there, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the situation. He prayed she wouldn’t come closer, wouldn’t notice the faint rise and fall of the blankets or the way Chaewon’s breathing hitched ever so slightly when her fingers brushed against his stomach.

“Alright,” Winter said finally, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Sleep well, then.”

The footsteps retreated, and the door clicked shut, plunging the room back into semi-darkness. For a moment, neither of them moved, listening intently for any sign that Winter might change her mind and return. When it became clear she was gone, Chaewon let out a low laugh, her body relaxing against his.

“That was close,” she murmured, her lips curving into a grin. Her hand resumed its exploration, trailing lower now, and Y/n sucked in a sharp breath. “Too close.”

“You’re insane,” Y/n replied, his voice hushed but laced with disbelief. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut again, threatening to unravel as her fingers danced dangerously close to where he wanted her most. “What if she had seen us?”

Chaewon tilted her head, her gaze locking with his. “She didn’t,” she said simply, as if that settled everything. “And besides…” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, her words hot against his skin. “Wouldn’t that have been exciting?”

Y/n groaned softly, his hands instinctively finding her waist and pulling her closer. “You’re impossible,” he murmured, though he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “What if someone else comes in?”

“Then we’ll be quiet this time,” Chaewon replied, her tone teasing but her eyes filled with desire. She shifted slightly, straddling him beneath the blanket, her weight pressing deliciously against him. “Unless you want me to stop?”

He didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Instead, his hands slid up her back, pulling her down into a searing kiss. Their lips met with a hunger that sent sparks shooting through him, her tongue parting his as she deepened the kiss. Her hips rolled against his, the friction drawing a low groan from his throat.

“Quiet,” she reminded him, her breath hitching as she rocked against him again. Her movements were slow, deliberate, designed to drive him mad. And it was working. Every brush of her skin against his sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, every gasp and sigh from her lips only fueling his need.

Her hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of him she could reach. She kissed along his jaw, his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a way that made him shudder. When her lips found his ear, she whispered, “You’re mine tonight,” and the possessiveness in her voice sent a jolt of arousal straight to his core.

Y/n’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he held her in place. “Chaewon…” he breathed, his voice strained with need. “We can’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, silencing him with another kiss. Her hips moved again, grinding against him in a rhythm that left no room for argument. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

And he did. Every touch, every movement, every whisper of her name against his skin blurred together into a haze of pleasure. The world outside the blanket ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

But just as the tension reached its peak, the sound of voices outside the door shattered the moment. Y/n tensed, his eyes darting toward the door as muffled laughter drifted in from the hallway. Chaewon froze above him, her breath coming in shallow puffs as she listened.

“Quick,” she whispered, sliding off him and pulling the blanket up higher. “Underneath me.”

Y/n didn’t argue, shifting so that she was lying on top of him, her body shielding his from view. The door handle turned again, and this time, multiple voices filtered into the room.

“Chaewon? Are you still awake?” It was Karina this time, her tone light and playful.

“We brought snacks!” added Winter, her voice cheerful now.

Chaewon propped herself up on one elbow, doing her best to look sleepy and disheveled. “Can’t you guys leave me alone for one night?” she complained, though her voice lacked any real annoyance.

Karina chuckled, stepping further into the room. “Come on, don’t be such a loner. We haven’t hung out properly in ages.”

Y/n held his breath, praying they wouldn’t notice the slight indent in the mattress where he lay hidden beneath Chaewon. Her hand found his beneath the blanket, squeezing gently in reassurance.

“Fine,” Chaewon sighed dramatically, sinking back down onto Y/n in a way that made him grit his teeth. “But if you wake me up again, I’m kicking you all out.”

The girls laughed, their voices fading as they began to chatter among themselves. Y/n could feel Chaewon’s body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter, her face buried in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Chaewon grinned against his skin. “Maybe a little.” She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against him in a way that made him bite back a groan. “But don’t worry… I’ll make it up to you later.”

Y/n had no doubt she would. But for now, all he could do was lie there, his heart pounding as he waited for the girls to leave—and for Chaewon to make good on her promise…

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