#NOSE PUFF MAD EMOJI

[partycatty]

could you do one where Johnny is dating someone plus size and they feel insecure and johnnys all like “let me show you how beautiful your body is”

@crimsonbubble and i were just going apeshit over this last night, enjoy pookie 🫶

older!johnny cage > my goddess

warnings: uh. secks. worshippy. uh. thumbs up emoji.

notes: i will die on the hill that johnny pee pants is a lover of thick partners

[ masterlist ]

• are you dead-fucking-ass

• did you really just say you looked too fat in that dress.

• johnny looks at you like you insulted his entire bloodline, like you grew another head and ate it. cannot, for the life of him fathom that you just had the complete and utter gall to say that string of words together.

• johnny's mad, but not really at you. he's mad that your beauty isn't solidified in your head, like he didn't do a good enough job of reassuring you over the years.

• you pinch and pull at the chub spilling from your hips as the dress hugs your curves, turning to try and smooth down your back against the fabric. johnny, however, is taking every ounce of his strength to not pin you to the mirror and fuck you stupid.

• johnny spins you around by your shoulders, holding tight as his thumbs rub against your collarbones.

• "say all that again," his voice is darker than usual. "look me in the eyes and repeat all of that." his hands creep up to your cheeks, pressing into them gently.

• you try to downplay it all. "i just said i looked fat in th—" your voice is breaking out of shame, both for disappointing him and for feeling the way you do.

• johnny takes your words as his ticket to hike up your dress and grip the underside of your thighs in one smooth motion, picking you up with minimal effort and pinning you high against the floor to ceiling mirror. you're suspended in his grasp, mouth agape and flushed from his display of strength. he always joked that he went to the gym so he could pick you up with ease, and that felt truer than ever in the moment.

• he pushes his face into your panties, which are now eye-level to him. his nose presses in first, making contact with your now throbbing clit as his lips move against your clothed hole.

• "you are the most beautiful—" he tilts up to kiss your clit, making you jolt. "— gorgeous —" a kiss to your inner thigh. "— perfect —" he speaks through his teeth as he bites onto your panties, nudging them to the side to reveal your sticky cunt. his eyes focus on the way your pussy twitches and clenches around nothing, entranced for a good moment. "...what was i talking about?"

• you remind him of his trail of words, and he looks up at your flustered expression with a wide grin. you giggle shyly, turning into a choked moan when he puts your clit between his teeth through the smile. "right. my goddess. my prettiest girl."

• you know he means it, and you want to thank him for the compliment but he seems quite good at cutting you off, licking a fat stripe up your cunt to gather the accumulating arousal. you're already so turned on from being manhandled, you want to be embarrassed so bad but johnny wasn't having any of that.

• johnny couldn't decide if he wants to murmur praises or dive back in, instead combining the two as he speaks against your slick folds, the vibrations of his rumbly voice almost too much for you to handle.

• your thighs pathetically try to snap shut, to stop the onslaught of pleasure as he makes out with your pussy, but all they can do is squish against johnny's head, and he was quite alright with this. your thighs had to much to feel, to grab as they mold around his head. johnny wonders if he could just die here a happy man.

• "don't fight me," he begs weakly, lashes fluttering at you. "you taste so fucking good, doll."

• he looks back down at your cunt and the shine mixed with saliva and your fluid. he puffs a breath of cold air onto it just to make you whine.

• your hips chase his face, desperately wanting to grind against his nose which johnny happily provides, fucking you open on his tongue as your clit catches against his nose.

• if your legs could have given out, they would have by now, but johnny's firm grip on your plush thighs holds you up against the mirror, forcing you to take his mouth and everything he provides.

• your orgasm rides up on you as your hand flies down to tangle in his salt and pepper locks, tugging gently to tell him you're close. johnny chuckles and you arch against the mirror, where johnny takes the opportunity to latch his lips on your clit and suck with unending pressure.

• it was too much in one moment and you lurch forward, johnny's hands repositioning as you cum hard against his face. he moans into your cunt, letting you paint his face as it drips down his chin. his cock aches with need, but you come first — literally. you deserved it more than he did, in his mind, and truthfully he could cum from giving you head alone.

• as your orgasm shocks you in waves, you're torn back to reality when you notice johnny hasn't stopped sloppily lapping at you, in fact increasing his movements making you yelp and cry out in sensitivity. your whiny pleas and breathy cries do absolutely nothing to stop him as he tastes everything you give, and you cum again, embarrassingly quickly as it rides up on you out of a deep, deep part of your core.

• only when you pull him away by his hair does he stop, a dumb lovestruck grin on his weathered features as he proudly locks eyes, your arousal melting down his chin and completely covering the bottom half of his face.

• "you're so beautiful," he wistfully professes, his eyes soft and honest. "so, so beautiful."

• ten minutes prior, you would have protested, but now you knew better. that, and you were still pinned up to his mercy.

• "are you gonna let me down?" you ask with a sleepy grin, wiggling your hips against his hands. johnny smiles dumbly.

• "one more?" he asks, inching closer to your soaked pussy.

• "don't know if i can," your face burns.

• "you will," his voice is confident as it muffles into you. "i'll make sure of it."

• whatever event you guys had was promptly rescheduled...

[rofax]

listen i know we're all here for Rhuk but sometimes I like to do pictures of just Tira bc she is pretty and a spicy bitch ok

[softbbyg0rl]

hi! Could I make a txt reaction request where you’re working out at the gym together and there are some guy checking you and they get jealous or maybe a bit possessive/ overprotective? I love your writing btw 🥺💖-🧇

no I love you!! oh wait theres an emoji?! I GET A 🧇 ANON AGHH!! I LOVE YOU WAFFLES!! thank you for requesting!!

yeonjun

lowkey glares at the guy

gets really handsy

but hes so cute

so not really threatening

kinda smirks at the guy

cuz HA THEY'RE MINE

soobin

this boys duality is confusing so its either

shy babie or looks could kill ya know

puffs his cheeks out

glares at the guy

kisses you over and over

beomgyu

NO

you are HIS partner

he loves you

gets super super clingy

kisses your forehead kisses your cheek kisses your nose kisses you lips

wants to do that push up kiss thing

taehyun

we know 2 things

1: we know the boy works OUT

2: hes a confident little shit

when he notices that the weirdo is staring at you he gets SO MAD

keeps it cool tho

kinda smirks cuz like he knows you're hot

hes kinda intimidating so guy leaves yall alone

huening kai

shy BABIE

gets kinda sad

like no you cannot look at my partner like that!!

gets all cuddly

you two leave to go get cupcakes

masterlist

[spellcasterlight]

Any ShinoTen smut in the makings? Asking for a friend 😏…

Hi there Valiant Vaquita Anon! (look at their little faces omg!) 😊

Me; the friend is me 😂

Short answer? Always! I have been doing some pure plot recently, almost to remind myself I can 😂

But as well as the smut ideas outlined in this post I did jot down the idea for another WIP (naturally!)

Under the cut as the usual!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Text Me Your Love - [Shino x Tenten]

'Damn Shino looking good for a guy’s night! Expecting to meet anyone? Were you 'on the pull' as Ino would say? xD'

'Looking good' what did she mean by that? Checking the image, he had just sent he, in his time taking the quick snap, failed to notice that he was in fact a reflection in his floor length mirror.

Shino actually shivered at the idea of going home with some random woman he had never met before and had no want to ever met again as was the way with one-night stands. The thought of wanting to have sex with someone he had no emotional attachment too was extremely unappealing to him. How Kiba and a few of their other friends did it he had no idea and had a further wish to never find out.

'No.'

The single word reply was obviously distressing to his weapons loving friend because she texted back straight away.

'Are you mad? Hey I'm sorry! I just thought you looked good is all...'

The Aburame found himself smiling at his phone screen. Tenten was someone he would happily go home with, his friend was beautiful and smart and energetic and, as she just shown once again, cared about him deeply.

He typed out a reply making himself comfortable as he leant back against the headboard of his bed.

'I am not mad Tenten please calm. It is simply the idea of a one-night stand is unappealing to me.'

'Oooooh! Okay I understand that! <3'

Shino breathed a sigh his eyebrows pulling together when the message alert dinged again several times in quick succession.

'Want me to hit on you instead? You look too good to not be hit on.'

'Your shirt looks good Shino.'

'You would look even better out of it ;)'

He actually chuckled deep in his throat at the almost embarrassingly bad pick-up line but if there was one thing, he knew about Tenten it was that she had no shame whatsoever.

The Aburame's thumbs tapped his phone screen a few times before frowning. What was he supposed to say to that? He didn't have a clue but maybe Kiba would? How would the dog owner reply in this situation?

An idea made him scrunch up his face, it would be so undeniably uncharacteristic a line for him to say and because of that it was probably perfect. Two words that made him scrunch up his nose and let out a puff of mild amusement even as he sent them.

'You first.'

When Tenten didn't reply immediately with some sort of rebuttal or a laughing emoji the Aburame was quick to think himself a fool, sitting up slightly, berating himself further, he started typing out an apology when the message alert tone rang out again.

A picture appeared on his phones screen that made his spine straighten and his free hand fall over his gaping mouth.

It was Tenten, kneeling just off centre in front of her own floor length mirror, bare feet in plush beige carpet, light blue jeans practically hanging off her narrow hips and no t-shirt or tank top in sight, only the position of her arms covering her breasts from his view.

Her shoulder length chocolate hair down but thrown over one shoulder, the moonlight from behind her rolling over her lightly bronzed skin, her lips, her plump kissable bottom lip was caught in-between her teeth only making them look more plump, even more kissable.

But the best of all? Her eyes, the expression they held, an intertwined mixture of knowing she looked good but also being nervous about her photo’s reaction.

He didn't understand how she could ever think he wouldn't be anything but elated by such a gift for his eyes.

Even as the rest of him was still stunned still his thumbs moved on their own.

'You are exquisite.'

Even as he reread his sent message, he pressed his forehead into his phone screen with a pitiful sound. She was exquisite, that's the best he could come up with to describe the unbelievable goddess he was talking to?

His head snapped back at his message tone.

'I am exquisite? Not the usual pick-up line but I'll take it!'

He breathed freely...but only until her next message came in.

'Your turn ;)'

Shino couldn’t stop the understanding "oh" escaping him.

That was usually what 'you first' meant didn't it? They started and then you went after.

Breathing an unsteady mess, he clambered ungracefully off his bed to stand in front of his mirror, phone in hand, the only question being what the hell did he do now?

[jacksonroseroth]

Waste Love Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, weed usage

Words: 4,764

Moodboard by my loverly @badwolf-in-the-impala​, none of the pictures are ours

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Previous Chapter

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As Jersey and Georgia made their way through the VIP section and out, they mapped out the best route to hit all the booths they wanted, Baze close behind them along with one of their bodyguards. They shopped around for a bit, trying a few things on while Baze and their security hung around the front. It took them nearly an hour to make it around to the last few booths before heading back, stopping a few places to grab some snacks while they shopped.

“Ooh, G, look at this one…” Jersey said, going through a few tops, taking out a couple to show Georgia as she approached.

“That’s cute. Do they have one in my size?” She giggled, looking through it with her. Suddenly, Jersey felt rough hands grab her waist. She knew it wasn’t Baze or the bodyguard, they’d never be that rough with her. Fighting off the stranger, pushing him back, Jersey turned, annoyance clear on her face.

“Yo, can I fucking help you?” Jersey shot. The man wore a cocky smirk and looked high as a kite.

“Hey, little lady. Wanna come back to my tent with me? I can show you a good time.” He slurred. Jersey scoffed in disgust and pried the man’s hands off her.

“Jesus Christ. Get off me. No.” She said, nudging Georgia to move along and get out of the tent.

“Oh, come on now. I don’t bite...Unless you ask me.” He snickered, looking her over. The man continued to paw at her until a huge mass stepped in front of her and she felt herself being pulled away. She turned and clung to Baze’s shirt as he led her and Georgia away from the booth while their security handled the man.

“Are you okay, Jersey?” Georgia asked, hugging her once Baze let them both go. Jersey sighed, a little shaken, and said, “Yeah. I’m fine. Fuck, what was that guy on?”

“Acid or shrooms, I wouldn’t doubt,” Baze said. He looked down at her as Georgia turned to look for their security, and said, “You okay?”

Jersey gave him a sweet smile and nodded. “Yeah. Baze, I’m fine.” She giggled. “I’m a little shook up, I’ve never been fucking manhandled like that before...But I’m fine.”

“Sure? I don’t want to get it from Rook later that you’re still freaked out. He’s gonna kill me.” Baze said. Jersey smirked and reached up to tug his beard gently and she said, “That’s why we’re not going to tell him.”

“I like that plan. I’m definitely down for that plan.” He laughed. Georgia returned to Jersey’s side as the bodyguard came back and they all headed straight back for their tent. Georgia brushed off the incident, knowing they were both safe, and skipped into the tent, Jersey just after her, closely followed by Baze.

“Hey. Where the fuck have y’all been?” AJ called with a laugh. Jersey stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Calm down. We’re fine.”

Jersey wrinkled her nose at him and giggled, joining Georgia at the drink table. They both made drinks and went to sit on the couches. As the music continued and the group settled and were ready to really let loose, the joints were busted out and more alcohol was brought. Jersey split one of her own joints between herself and Georgia before they accepted the joints that were being passed around. After a few puffs, Jersey realized she was starting to really feel the high taking over her and passed on anymore. She nursed her one drink for a while as everyone moved and shifted as they began to hear their favorite songs, so into the high and sweet intoxication that they needed to let it out.

Georgia ended up nestled in a corner of the couch, content to sip her drinks and watch the madness, Rook disappeared with one of the girls for a while before coming back alone to slump down on one of the couches to smoke and drink with Baze. On the couch across from Georgia, Jersey was leaning against Colson, finishing her last drink. Georgia caught sight of her friend spacing out and staring at the pillow next to her, so she called out, “Jersey, you alright?”

Jersey blinked and focused on her friend, giving a smile and a soft giggle. She looked down at her cup, frowning slightly when she saw it was still pretty full, and leaned forward to set it down as she looked to Georgia and said, “Yeah, I’m fine. I need to sober up a little more. One of the tech people is coming to show me around one of the stages we’ll be at. I need to be a little bit more alert to remember it all.” she let out a soft giggle as she sat back again, resting her head on Colson’s shoulder. The sudden movement made Colson twitch, but Jersey didn’t notice it. He shifted and put an arm around her, not having the heart to let his internal disagreement change how he treated her.

“You good, Savie?” He murmured softly, rubbing her arm, lightly and briefly. She smiled and glanced up at him, lazily, and said, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

She shifted, trying to get a little more comfortable, and tossed her legs over his, resting her head on his chest again. Colson smiled down at her and relaxed into the couch, lifting his hand to take another toke off his blunt. He caught Slim watching him and Slim gave him a look, glancing down at Jersey. Colson scrunched up his face and shook his head, quickly looking away. AJ came up next to him.

“You see this shit too?” He said. Slim glanced at him with a deep sigh and nodded, looking back over at them.

“Hell yeah, man. What the fuck though?” Slim said. “I’m so fucking confused, man. Do they like each other? Why else would they be cuddling and shit?”

“Right? Shit. I bet Rook would flip the fuck out if they actually get together.” AJ said, leaning against the table and he watched them. Slim looked at him and said, “Colson said the same thing. Why would he be worried about it if he didn’t like her?”

Slim gave AJ a look, prompting AJ to point a finger at him and look at him. “True. But...Neither of them wants to admit it...And now she’s acting shy and shit around Baze? I don’t see Colson touching her like Baze does. You see that shit before they left?”

“Bro, you saw that too?!” Slim exclaimed, softly. “Shit, did you see Colson’s face, though? I swear to God, I saw him twitch.”

AJ shook his head and said, “This shit is gonna blow the fuck up on all of us. They need to get their hormones in check. Fuck and get it over with or something, but bruh.” Slim nodded and sighed, shaking his head, slightly, as he sipped his drink. Neither man had any thoughts to approach any of them with their suspicions, but they definitely decided to keep an eye on things to make sure this didn’t end badly.

~

It was only about 15 minutes later that Jersey left with the tech guy, accompanied by the same bodyguard for earlier, and when she returned, her and Georgia decided to head out, back to the hotel, to chill out and really catch up. They talked for another 2 hours down by the pool, before ending up in the hot tub for another half hour. Georgia finally checked the time and gasped.

“Oh, my God. It’s nearly midnight! Shit, I need to get home. My poor man, all alone with the baby all day.” She said with a soft giggle. Jersey smiled and they both got out.

“Did you want me to call a cab for you?” Jersey asked as Georgia toweled herself off and slipped her pants and shirt back on. She shook her head and said, “No, I can get an Uber. I’ll be okay, love.”

“Well, let me walk you down,” Jersey said, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her. Both women slipped their shoes on and headed down to the lobby as Georgia ordered an Uber. With an extra long and tight hug, the women said goodbye and Jersey waited until Georgia’s car turned the corner to go back inside. As she rode the elevator up, she sent a text to the group chat.

All right. Who’s not dead? Sound off. She sent the text with a smirk as she stepped off the elevator, heading to the room. Her phone dinged as she walked in.

Still hangin’ in! Baze was the first to respond, followed by Slim and AJ, both telling her that Rook was fine, just drunk, and Colson simply responded with a facepalm emoji. She giggled and sent a separate text to Slim, knowing more likely than not, he was the designated partyer; He could still drink and smoke, just not as much as the others to make sure they didn’t get into stupid and, most often, dangerous shenanigans.

Slim, I’m at the pool doing some laps. Idk when y’all will be back. In case Rook asks. Jersey sent the text off, not expecting a reply so much as it was just a cautionary text to him, and sent another to Baze. If I’m not there when you guys get back, I’m in the pool.

She felt her cheeks heat as she added a wink emoji and sent the text. She exchanged towels and grabbed her goggles before heading back to the pool. When she walked through the gates, her phone lit up with a text from Slim.

Not sure what time, but we’re definitely leaving within the hour. If you hear screaming...Well, you know your cousin. Jersey snickered and shook her head, sending off a few emojis in response. Setting down her phone and towel, Jersey started putting on her goggles. As she strapped them around her head, her phone lit up again. Placing the goggles on her forehead, she unlocked her phone to read Baze’s text.

Jersey bit her lip and smiled when she saw the line of emojis he used, then set her phone down, fitted the goggles over her eyes and stepped to the edge of the deep end, and dove in.

~

While she swam, Slim wrangled up his boys and they made their way back to the hotel. Bursting through the door, came Rook, followed by Colson, both of them laughing as they stumbled over to the couch.

“Watch it, bruh! Fuckin’, get off me, Rookie.” Colson slurred, slightly, pushing Rook off him as Rook tried to sit on him. Rook snickered and rolled off his best friend and adjusted himself, his eyes half-open. After a while of everyone settling down, Slim sitting on the couch across from Rook to keep an eye on him, AJ in his room to quickly change, and Colson in the kitchen area, raiding the liquor and fridge, Rook called out, “Ay! Where the fuck is my cousin?”

He opened his eyes a little more and sat up, calling, “Jersey! Ey! Savage! Where the fuck are you?!”

Slim shook his head and chuckled. “Bruh. Chill the fuck out, Rook. She’s at the pool.” Slim said, with a chuckle, looking at AJ as he walked out of the room.

“The fuck? Why? The party is in here now!” Rook laughed. Slim shrugged and said, “I dunno, man. I’m not her.”

“Well, fuck! Someone go get her! Shit, is she alone?! Oh, shit. Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to leave her alone!” Rook cried, covering his face with a groan. Slim laughed as AJ said, “Nigga, chill. One of us will go get her.”

While Slim and AJ had been focusing on wrangling Rook, Baze slipped into his room and quickly changed from his jeans to his swim trunks. As he walked back out, hearing AJ say someone needed to get Jersey, Baze piped up, “Rookie, relax. I’ll go get her.”

Slim looked over to him, glancing over his shoulder at AJ for a moment, he then smiled, looked at Rook and said, “See? We’ve got her, bro. Don’t worry.”

Colson watched the exchange from the safety of the kitchen area. When Baze spoke up, he watched for a while longer, then turned to bury himself in the fridge.

“Shit, Baze, thanks, man. Hey!...You better fuckin’ take care of her, Baze…” Rook slurred, leaning slowly to fall against the pillows with a drunken giggle. Baze chuckled and headed for the door. As he passed the fridge, Colson closed the door and said, “Hey. Where you going?”

“Rook’s flipping out about Jersey,” Baze said with a chuckle. Colson forced a smirk as Baze finished, “I’m gonna go scoop her up.”

Colson gave a small nod and said, “Where is she?”

“Pool,” Baze said, finishing his drink and setting it down. “I’ll be back, brother.”

Colson met Baze’s fist bump as he walked away and out the door. Grabbing a bottle of water, Colson headed back to his room, closed the door, and went to sit on the balcony to smoke. Rook was mostly unconscious at this point, so AJ didn’t bother to whisper when he said, “Is he okay? This shit is really bothering him.”

Slim shrugged and said “Who knows, man? He won’t admit to anything so it’s hard to fucking help the kid.” AJ shook his head and sighed, saying, “You talked to him about it before...I’ll handle Drunk Ass.”

Both men chuckled as Slim went to the balcony to try and talk to Colson and AJ hauled the drunk drummer over his shoulder to put him in bed. Slim glanced at them before he opened the balcony door, slipped through and closed it behind him.

“Hey, man. What’s going on?” Slim asked, putting a hand on Colson’s shoulder as he rounded him to sit in the chair on the other side of the table. Colson blew out a line of smoke then passed the blunt to Slim, who took it, still waiting for an answer.

“Nothin’, man. I’m just tired.” Colson lied, looking away from his friend. Slim huffed out his toke and said, “Stop bullshitting me, bruh. Whatever seems to be going on between Baze and Jersey is fucking bothering you. Don’t tell me it’s not, Colson. I’ve known you for years, bro.”

Colson shook his head and said, “I mean, what-what am I supposed to do here, Slim? I-I...I’m not gonna go after her if he’s into her! Baze is my boy!”

“So fucking talk to him then, man!” Slim said, sitting forward to set the blunt down. “If you don’t say anything to him, how are you supposed to know what’s going on?”

“She seems into him too! What? I’m supposed to tell her that I love her when she’s into one of  my best friends?!” Colson said, angrily. Slim blinked at him.

“Tell her what?” Slim asked, shocked. Colson looked at him, confused for a moment, and when the realization hit him, he looked away again, after grabbing the blunt and relighting it, saying, “Nothing...Fuckin’...Nothing, bro.”

Slim sighed and shook his head, rubbing his hands over his face. He stood and said, “Listen, man, if you don’t say anything to either of them, you’re gonna regret it.”

Colson shook his head and continued to smoke while Slim left him and went back inside. AJ had gotten Rook in bed and now sat on the edge of his side, texting. He looked up when Slim walked back in.

“What did he say?” AJ asked softly, not wanting to wake Rook or alert Colson that they were talking about him. Slim nodded to the door and AJ followed him out. “So?”

Slim sighed and shook his head. “This isn’t gonna end well.” He said, looking at AJ. AJ sighed and said, “Let’s go get them.”

~

Jersey swam for near 45 minutes straight while the boys headed back to the hotel. Just as she went for her last dive and lap, Baze stepped off the elevator. As Jersey came up for breath as she swam, she saw Baze walking alongside the pool. She couldn’t help but smirk as she kept swimming. When she stopped, she held the edge of the pool, eyes closed, to catch her breath. Once she did, she pulled off her goggles as she swam to the ladder and pulled herself out of the pool.

Baze looked over as she got out, giving a deep sigh. He smirked and looked her over; His eyes raking over her, watching the water drip down her body in the dim light of the pool, looking over her legs with a smirk. He turned away just as Jersey looked at him, and pulled his shirt off. She stopped to ring out her hair, taking her time as she, too, looked Baze over and smirked.

“Did you guys just get in?” Jersey asked as she walked over to him, towel in hand. Baze turned to her and smiled.

“A few minutes ago.” He said. Jersey chuckled and said, “How’s the crew?”

“A-ha, uh...AJ and Slim are more or less sober, Colson seemed coherent when I left, and...Rook is smashed.” Baze said, stepping into the water as he spoke. Jersey chuckled and said, “That’s my Rookie.”

She set her goggles next to her bag and turned to step into the water. Baze held out his hand to her, which she took with a shy smile, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Thanks.” She said, gliding down into the bubbles to take a seat across from him. They sat in a cloud of tension, which didn’t seem to bother them as much as they were trying to figure out how to broach the topic.

After a while of baking herself, Jersey pulled herself out of the water to sit on the edge. When she heard Baze chuckle, she looked up at him and he said, “Too hot?” Jersey giggled and nodded.

“I get real hot real easy sometimes.” She said with a shrug. Baze chuckled and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. Jersey bit her lip, looking him over, and smirked, before hopping back in, to stand in the center, in front of him, stretching out her legs. “So, how was the rest of the night? I know I left pretty early.”

Baze looked at her and chuckled, watching her for a moment. “It was good. Rook definitely got some sort of action from those chicks. Rook and one of the girls looked a little too happy.” He said, with a snicker. Jersey rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Nah, it was chill. Wish you would have stayed though…”

Baze looked her over with a smirk. Jersey smirked as well, kicking at his leg, lightly, and saying, “Why? To be your eye candy all night?”

She shot him a teasing smirk but Baze kicked back at her, retorting back with, “No, you fuckin’ missed Dom again!”

Baze didn’t realize Jersey had been balancing on one leg, so when he swiped his leg at her and thought he missed, she had begun to set her foot down, narrowly missing his leg. Her laugh turned into a squeal as she hopped, trying to regain her balance again, and leaned too far forward to stay standing, ending up in Baze’s lap.

Both of them laughed at the misstep, Baze steadying her with his hands on her hips and Jersey braced her hands on his shoulder. As the laughter faded, both of them became rather comfortable with their position. Jersey’s fingers found themselves with the tips of Baze’s hair wrapped around them, twirling his hair. She bit her lip and felt her cheeks heat as she felt his hands slide to her thighs, giving a gentle squeeze. Jersey shifted, lifting herself a little as she brought her lips to his, with a soft sigh.

~

Slim and AJ stayed silent as they rode the elevator to the pool. They each had their own thoughts running through their minds, each one of them ending with more questions than answers. When they stepped off the elevator, Slim immediately grabbed AJ’s arm, stopping in his tracks. When AJ turned to ask him what was wrong, he saw Slim staring straight ahead, eyes wide in shock. AJ followed his gaze and soon enough, his mouth fell open, also in shock.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me��”

~

Baze’s deep, low rumble of a chuckle vibrated through her as he kissed her back. He slid his arms around her; One around her waist, the other snaking up her back, to the nape of her neck. Jersey slid a hand into Baze’s hair, the other arm wrapping around his neck. Baze deepened the kiss, gently fisting her hair. His fingers played with the waistband of her bottoms, slipping a finger past the elastic Jersey pulled away, breaking the kiss and said, “Wait. Baze. Hang on.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Baze asked, quickly moving his hands and watching her. She gave him a small smile and trailed her fingers across his cheek, lightly.

“I was just going to say we should get back to the room. Before they come looking for us.” Jersey said with a small chuckle. Baze relaxed a little and smiled, his hands returning to her waist. He nodded and said, “Yeah. We probably should.”

When neither of them made any movement to get out, Baze smirked and his hands slowly drifted down to gently cup and squeeze her ass. Jersey chuckled and cupped his face, leaning down to kiss him again. They exchanged a few deeper, slower kisses before Jersey shifted, moving off his lap and floating back before standing, catching Baze’s hands in the water. Baze stood and chuckled, pulling her a little closer, planning on stealing another kiss, but once she got closer, she placed her hands on his chest and turned away with a giggle, stepping up and out of the water. Baze smirked and followed her, both of them wrapping their towels around themselves. With their backs turned to the door and the elevator, AJ and Slim hauled ass back, quickly pressing buttons to close the doors. They slid shut, blocking any image of the pair as Jersey and Baze turned to head back to the room.

Jersey and Baze walked close to each other as they went to the elevator. While they waited for the elevator, Baze leaned against the wall, catching her hand and pulling her closer. Their fingers played with each other and they stood in a comfortable silence until the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

They rode in silence, narrowly missing AJ and Slim slipping into the room before them. Slim went to the couch and sat down, while AJ remained standing and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Alright. That solves one question-They clearly like each other.” AJ said. Slim rubbed a hand over his chin and nodded.

“Yeah. Seems like it.” Slim said. Before they could continue their conversation, the door opened and they both turned to see Baze follow Jersey inside. Jersey pushed Baze back a little, pulling her hands from his, then smiled at them and said, “Hey. Y’all are still up?”

She gave them a teasing giggle before separating from Baze as she crossed the suite to her room. Baze tried to hide his smirk, giving his friends a two-finger salute before going to his room as well. Slim sat forward and groaned, softly, putting his head in his hands.

“Fuck. This shit will not end well.” Slim said. AJ nodded and sighed. “We can’t worry about this right now. We’ve got a fucking show tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep, bro.”

AJ nodded in agreement and they said goodnight before splitting up and going to their rooms.

~

Jersey quickly showered and scrunched her hair with some mousse, changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling in, as softly as she could, next to Colson. She tried to get settled without waking him, but he wasn’t as fast asleep as Jersey thought.

“Hey.” He said his voice rough and tired. He shifted, turning over and added, “Where were you?”

Jersey chuckled as he snuggled into her, giving a small grunt of disapproval when he tried to bury his face in her hair, only to find it wet. Sliding an arm around her waist, he snuggled against her neck instead. With his arm holding her, strong and warm, she quickly settled and said, “At the pool. I went back to do some laps after Georgia left.”

Colson gave a soft ‘Hm’ and a few quiet moments passed before Jersey added, “I thought you’d be down for the count. Didn’t really get a solid text from you.”

Colson’s goofy, tired chuckled made Jersey giggle as she shifted, sliding a hand over the one he rested against her stomach. “Well, that’s how me and Rook felt...At the time.”

Jersey giggled and shook her head. “You both are ridiculous.” She murmured softly. Colson’s lips curved into a smirk against her skin and snuggled a little closer, finally drifting off to sleep.

~

Baze and Slim stayed up a little longer, talking about the show tomorrow. Slim wanted to ask him about Jersey but ultimately set aside the urge to confront the bassist about what they saw. He didn’t see any good coming from confronting it in the middle of a tour, especially when Colson refused to admit that anything was wrong. At least to anyone but Slim. With Colson’s slip up about being in love with Jersey, Slim knew he had to keep an eye on Baze and Colson when Jersey was around. The last thing he wanted was for Colson to catch Baze and Jersey the way he and AJ had that night.

Slim had finally fallen asleep, but Baze shifted around and couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, he decided to get up for a while. Going out into the main room, heading for the kitchen, he stopped, briefly, and smirked.

“Hey,” Jersey said, having turned at the sound of the door opening. Baze came over to her and slid an arm around her waist. “What are you doing up?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” He teased. Jersey moved away from him to lean against the counter, sipping from her water bottle, wiggling her eyebrows with a smirk. Baze chuckled and snagged the bottle, remarking, “Coincidence.”

Jersey giggled and braced her hands on the counter as her stomach began to flutter. Baze set the bottle down on the counter behind her, then slid his hands over her hips as he bent down to kiss her, deep and slow. Jersey gripped his arms and kissed him back.

When Baze tried to deepen the kiss even more, slipping his fingers under her shirt, Jersey pulled away with a soft whimper and looked at her door, then to Baze. “Wait.” She whispered softly, listening. Baze glanced at the door and chuckled.

“Rook’s passed out, Jers,” Baze said. She gave him a look and giggled.

“Yeah, but I don’t need Colson or AJ seeing us and telling him before I do,” Jersey said. Baze chuckled and nodded.

“I know. Sorry.” He said, with a smile, starting to pull away. Jersey stopped him, catching his hands, and smiled at him.

“Maybe we should keep things on the DL. Just until we get home. I don’t want shit to pop off in the middle of the tour.” She said, stepping closer to him. A smirk crossed Baze’s face.

“So...Are we talking about sneaking around?” He asked, slyly. Jersey giggled and shook her head.

“If the timing is right...Maybe..” She teased, lifting up on her toes to kiss him again. Baze kissed her back, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as she pulled away. “I’m gonna go to bed...I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave him one last quick kiss before grabbing another bottle from the fridge and turning to leave. Baze chuckled and gave her ass a quick squeeze, making Jersey squeak and turned back to punch his shoulder. Baze chuckled and watched her leave before turning to go back to his room as well.

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❑ Wong Yukhei x (F) Reader

summary⇢ He’s unsure if your eyes are red from crying or from the weed. The only thing Yukhei’s sure about is the slight pang of guilt in his chest as he watches you quietly cry by yourself, desperate to be held in his arms, so he motions you over to do just that.  tags⇢ more drug use, sex-starved reader for some reason, high/drunk sex!!! but like there’s crying idk lol, tiny degradation, too much foreplay for smiting that lasts like 3 seconds  wc⇢ 5.1k

PART 2 OF FLY  tumblr killed links u guys r gonna have to click onto the master list on my blog to find it lol sorry also no i did not proofread when have i ever

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Much to Yukhei’s horror, he quickly learns what type of pothead you are. It only takes a few more sessions for him to finally get a read on your vibe, desperately trying to file it into the back of his thoughts as he becomes distracted by the slowness of his body and the plushness of your lips every time. You get excessively touchy with a little substance in you, lips tracing his jawline, pinning him into your shitty dorm’s twin mattress. (His is one thousand times softer than yours, the cushion springy beneath him, and it’s probably because he’s one of your university’s beloved athletes. His building is nearly a fifteen minute walk from yours, the individual dormitories themselves only a tiny bit bigger, but the overall quality definitely tinged with a high-end feel.) Though you’re normally quite reserved when it comes to initiating any sort of contact with him, you become some sort of sex-starved succubus after a few good puffs. 

But that’s not all, Yukhei realizes, because if you don’t get your way, you instantly transform into a sobbing mess of a human, fat crocodile tears rolling over your flushed cheeks as you beg for Yukhei, for his kisses, his fingers, his cock. 

Honestly, Yukhei’s not complaining.  

He’s not complaining because, really, he thinks both sides of you are new and adorable. He loves hearing your little airy giggles as he kisses up your neck, completely opposite to the overwhelming blanket of shyness that seems to envelope you during sober sex. And maybe hearing you beg for him, chest heaving as you scramble for any sort of contact, inflates his ego and sparks a little sadistic side of him he hadn’t known existed. 

He’s not really complaining until he bumps into you at a party one night. He knew you’d been planning to go to the homecoming weekend party held by one of the frat houses, and he’d originally declined the offer to tag along with you. But then Mark had burst into his dorm, and demanded he get dressed right away, tugging random clothing from his closet to throw at Yukhei. He really hadn’t had much of a choice then, and had shot you a text to let you know he was going to be in attendance. 

You’d sent a speedy reply back, a stream of smiley emojis and hearts that had him biting his lip to hold back a smile. Of course, Mark had seen his apparently ‘constipated’ expression, and had teased him about his freshman girlfriend, dude she has you so whipped, so it was only right that Yukhei wrestle him into a headlock before they departed the dorms. 

Along the way, you’d sent him another text telling him your friends were planning to get you high, to which he’d warned you about taking weed from the frat boys. You’d sweetly replied back that you knew better, and had pawned the weed off Doyoung, which apparently meant it was all good. All this information you spewed off about safe weed and anything other than that comes directly from Yukhei, so he leaves it at that, not bothering to send you another text as he and Mark pull up to the university’s ridiculously large fraternity/sorority village. 

As soon as he steps foot across the threshold of the house hosting the party, there’s a cup thrust into his palm, drops of alcohol sloshing over the brim. The house is nothing less than a sauna, bodies packed in every crevice of the building. There’s a DJ set-up in the living room, and one of the chapter brothers nearby supplying the DJ with a collection of his own alcohol to get through the night. 

For a while Yukhei forgets about finding you, enveloped by that freshman-like awe of being at a homecoming party, surrounded by filthily grinding couples, eyesight fogged by the overwhelming amounts of smoke, so intense he’s surprised the smoke detectors don’t go off. He gets swept away socializing with his friends, talking and laughing over the kitchen island as Jaehyun pours shots for everyone. 

He’s pleasantly buzzed when he bumps into Chittaphon, the shorter man visibly plastered, all hugs and smiles. Chittaphon says something about just seeing you in the dining room playing beer pong a few moments ago, recalling the cute way you’d been clinging to your partner, Taeyong, after every victorious shot the two of you made. 

Yukhei bids goodbye to his friends, flashing them grins as he slips out of the kitchen. Unbeknownst to them, he’s struggling to maintain any semblance of normalcy as he storms across the hall towards the dining area, his eyes flashing around the room looking for you. He spots you just how Chittaphon had described you, ditzy over Taeyong as he shoots another flawless shot into a cup across the table. For the most part, Taeyong seems unfazed by your touchiness, more focused on the game than the pretty girl pressed up against him. 

Yukhei tries to reign himself in as he quietly strolls around the table, brushing by multiple familiar faces on his beeline towards you. When he finally reaches you, he brushes a hand against your forearm. At first, you pay him no mind, too busy clinging off Taeyong to be bothered with him. But after a particular brush against your lower back, you whirl around, eyes unfocused as you zero in on Yukhei. 

Immediately, your face breaks into a smile, and you launch yourself the last few inches into his arms, burying your face into his neck. “Baby, I was waiting for you!” you yell, pressing kiss after kiss to his skin. 

While you distract yourself with your own self-declared mission to kiss every inch of Yukhei’s neck, your boyfriend busies himself with acknowledging Taeyong with a curt nod of the head. Taeyong nods back, before silently urging Yukhei to take care of his mess of a girlfriend. 

With your attention solely focused on Yukhei, you don’t really realize as he pulls you away from the room, and even away from the house. It’s not until you’re stumbling across the quad that you finally whine for him to stop. 

“Yukhei,” you huff, tugging on his wrist to stop him. He turns around, face as neutral as possible, and raises an eyebrow at you’re pouting expression. You step forward, closing the remaining space between the two of you, throwing your arms around his neck as you nuzzle your nose against his. “No hello kiss?” You question, breath fanning across his lips and chin. 

For a moment, he indulges you, sliding his large palms around your waist until they're firmly pressed into the small of your back, right above the curve of your ass. You giggle and tip toe until your lips barely brush, languidly moving against each other. It’s a slow kiss, your mouth slowly molding itself against his as he lets you lead. When you pull away, you huff against his cheek, the sound nearly a moan. 

He knows there’s security cameras nestled around this part of the campus, and if he lets you have fun any longer you’d do something that would jeopardize both your positions at this school. So he slots your lips together once more, before he’s back to tugging to across the campus. 

You don’t calm down after that, whining for Yukhei’s attention, toying with his hands and his jacket, fingers looping into his belt loop when you throw a hand around his waist. It’s nothing too drastic that Yukhei can’t ignore, and when you finally arrive at his dormitory building, you’ve become bold enough to tug his shirt upwards, only catching a sliver of his toned abdomen before he’d guided you into the staircases. You followed behind him, giggling up a storm as you’d  stared at his ass with every step he climbed before you. 

When the pair of you finally make it to his single dorm, he makes you sit on the edge of his bed as he ran off to fetch the makeup remover wipes he’d stuffed into his closet at the beginning of the school year, specifically for moments like these. 

Right as you go to say something, he cuts you off. 

“I'm going to wipe your makeup off, and you’re going to go to sleep.” A clear statement, one you’d normally take seriously had you not been mentally zooming through the fourth dimension. You frown, and he ignores it as he tugs a wipe out of the plastic packet. 

He hasn’t even closed in on you before your waterline bursts over with tears, one pitiful sob ripping its way out of your throat. Yukhei sighs, dropping to a crouch in front of you as you cry your way through multiple layers of mascara. “Are you mad at me?” You wail, your lashes sticking together as your fingers fist the hem of the pretty little skirt you’d been wearing. 

Yukhei shushes you, setting the moist wipe on his desk before returning his attention to you. His hands brush over your cheeks, collecting the blackened tears that roll across your warm skin on the pad of his thumb. Instinctively, you lean into his touch, and had he not been preoccupied calming you down he’d have beamed at the way you yearned for him. “Baby, calm down,” he says, after a few more moments of your weeping, and by then the sobs have since become muted huffs of breath. 

“Honestly,” he says once you’ve calmed down enough, shifting from his tight crouch until he’s seated on the carpeted floor, legs bent in front of him. He sees the sudden move you make towards him, to which he successfully stops by raising a hand at you. He doesn’t miss the dangerous wobble of your bottom lip. 

“I am mad at you,” he admits, and has to sit through a few more seconds of your unstable sniffling. He’s unsure if your eyes are red from crying or from the weed. The only thing Yukhei’s sure about is the slight pang of guilt in his chest as he watches you quietly cry by yourself, desperate to be held in his arms, so he motions you over to do just that. 

Once you’re seated in his lap, skirt riding up your thighs, he gets to questioning. “Why were you all over Taeyong like that?” He shoots, and watches you struggle to wipe the quickly drying black streaks that trail down your cheeks. You sniffle again, giving a half-assed shrug that only tugs at the irritation that had been swelling inside of him since Chittaphon had first told him of your whereabouts. 

“Baby, I want a real answer,” he says, hands trailing up your back until his fingers brush against the tips of your hair, and he wraps one thin piece around his pointer finger, giving it a little tug. You huff, head lolling backwards to follow the motion. Your chest still heaves, though this time Yukhei is distracted by the gentle rise and fall of your breasts, concealed only by the low-cut shirt you wore. “Were you so horny that you needed him?”

A choked sound escapes your lips when Yukhei tugs your hair again, this time tangling his whole fist in the strands as he yanks your head towards him. “N-No,” you shudder, shuffling on his lap again, exposing yourself further as the skirt shifts again. 

“Then, tell me,” he reiterates, slowly tilting his head up towards you, squeezing your hip. “What were you doing?”

You blink wet eyes at him, lips red as you attempt to stare him down. When you finally realize he wants an actual answer, your gaze flits away to land on some miscellaneous object in his room. “I don’t know,” you admit, delicately trailing your hands over his arms and onto his shoulders. 

He nods, hand untangling itself from your tresses, though he doesn’t miss the way you follow his touch, visibly sagging when he removes both your hands from his shoulders. “Okay,” he solemnly says, leaning against the wall behind him as he watches you fidget on his lap. 

He lets a few moments pass, time dragging on until seconds turn into minutes, watching you grow restless before him, squirming on his lap. Finally, you give in, returning your hands to their rightful place on him. “Yukhei,” you murmur, slowly rolling your hips down onto him. 

As much as he wishes he could just take you there and then, the bitter jealous of watching you cling to one of his friends burns in the back of his throat, so he schools his expression as you slowly try to lure him in. He watches you guide his hands onto your thighs, patting the tops as if for good measure. He scoffs. 

“So you just let anyone touch you now?” He can’t help but spit, and you pause in your ministrations, giving him one slow, confused blink as he rolls his eyes at you. “Ridiculous,” he sighs, shooing you off his lap, before making his way towards the bed. 

Maybe it’s that same cruel streak of his that only you seem capable of bringing out that has him glancing back towards your trembling figure, wide eyes staring in shock as he casually brushes you off. He has to purse his lips to hide the grin that wants to consume his face. He tugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before plopping down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his palms to stare you down. 

“So?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you. You flounder, and the image of you cutely kneeling in front of him, ass accentuated by the skirt you’re wearing, makeup streaking down your face is quite the sight. Your bottom lip wobbles, eyes blinking rapidly as you attempt to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over. 

You slowly turn to face him completely, and the sudden shift pushes your skirt upwards, and gives him a flash of what’s hiding beneath. His favorite pair of your pretty pink underwear stares back at him, and he does a double take when he sees the tiny damp spot towards the front. “Yu—”

He groans in faux annoyance, throwing his head back so that you can’t see the smirk that tugs at his lips. When he looks at you again, you’ve taken up the precious deer-in-headlights look. “Why don’t you go whore around with him, ____?” 

For a split second, Yukhei’s unsure where such a bold statement had come from. He’d never been so blunt or disrespectful towards you, choosing to treasure you in your most intimate moments. Perhaps it’s the horrible mixture of jealousy and alcohol that has him saying such hurtful comments, but again, he ignores it in favor of watching tears stream down your cheeks. 

“N-No,” you sob, shuffling forwards until you’re between his spread legs, sobs racking your entire being as you surge forward to wrap your arms around his waist. “I want you,” you say, though the words become muffled in the material of his shirt.

He gently runs a hand down the back of your head, slowly pulling it back until he’s face to face with your anguished expression, mouth trembling with every half-sob that leaves your lips. “Are you sure about that, baby?”

“Yes!” You cry out, fingers clutching the soft material of his plain shirt, staring up at him with hazy and desperate eyes. 

“You seemed awfully okay with Tae,” he murmurs, brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, completely enthralled by the warmth of your skin and the way your lips have become puffy from crying. He watches you furiously shake your head, words tumbling out of your mouth incoherently. 

Never had Yukhei thought he’d enjoy toying with you like this, reveling in your brokenhearted expression as you repeatedly told him you only wanted him. He shushes you after a while, stroking his fingers down the side of your face, until he’s gripping your chin. 

“You’re mine?” He questions, leaning down to nudge your nose with his, much in the same way you’d done earlier when you’d happily trailed behind him across the campus. You nod, breath slowing down at his close proximity. He smiles then, before slotting his mouth against yours in a slow and languid kiss. 

Instantly, your breathing slows down as your attention shifts from producing heartbreaking sobs to kissing Yukhei, mouths slowly molding against each other. His fingers trace against your jawline, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. You sigh, opening your mouth for him before he asks, letting his tongue slip inside. 

He pulls away before you get too excited, shushing your little whines of protest as he helps you up off your knees, maneuvering you onto the bed beside you, before he’s covering you with his own body. “You gonna be good for me?” He murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

Your response catches in your throat when he sucks beneath your ear. “Gonna stop being such a slut with my friends?” You nod, spreading your legs until he’s carefully nestled between them, head buried in your neck. He hums, kissing along your neck until he reaches the empty space between your collarbones. 

“Please,” you rasp out, throwing your legs over his lower back and pulling him closer to you. His frontside barely brushes against your core, but it’s enough to have you jolting beneath him. 

“What is it, baby?” Yukhei murmurs, fingers pulling on your fastened shirt, pushing it up until he can feel the soft cups of your bra. You moan when he pushes the garment upwards, until your breasts bounce out of the other end. Your nipples brush against the rough material of your shirt for a moment, sending a shiver down you spine, before Yukhei pinches them between his experienced fingers. “You want me to touch you?” 

You squirm, entire body arching into his hands. “Pretty please,” you whine, fingers threading into his brunette locks. “I need you.”

Yukhei presses a kiss to your collarbone, before tugging your shirt over your head. Immediately, the air’s caress sends goosebumps over your skin, a feeling you ignore in favor of helping Yukhei remove your bra. Once it’s gone, you tug him down for another kiss, desperate to feel his plush lips against yours. “So needy,” Yukhei chuckles when he manages to break away, leaning away to pull his shirt over his head. As he watches, you stretch your hands out for him, cold little fingers trailing up his sides and over his abdomen. “Hm,” he sighs, “I kinda wanna go back to the party right now.”

“No!” You exclaim, legs tightening around him again. His smirk is smothered by the hot press of your mouth again. 

“Nah,” he says when your lips part. “You don’t have to come with,” he teases, propped up on his forearms and watching the frantic flutter of your eyes as you rack your thoughts for any excuse for him to stay. So quickly do you eyes fill with tears, and he can’t believe it’s this easy. He pushes himself away, your desperate pleas to stay only fueling his need to taunt you. 

“Yukhei,” you weep, grabbing onto his arms to keep him there. Finally, he caves, letting himself fall back over you again and shushing your tiny cries with kisses to your face. 

“’m kidding,” he murmurs against your lips, hands trailing down your sides until they’re toying with your skirt’s zipper. Your legs loosen around him, and he tugs it down. “My baby’s a mess,” he coos, slowly tugging the skirt off your legs, hands following it all the way down to your ankles. While there, he helps you tug off your shoes, dropping them on the floor with no real care. 

“Open up,” he commands, and you do, spreading your legs wide until he can see just how soaked you’ve left your panties. He presses one teasing finger against the front of your points, tracing it downwards until he feels the beginning of your slit. Consequently, he presses down on your clit, watching the way you writhe beneath his touch. “So wet,” he sighs, tracing little circles over your clit until you’re begging him to do something more. 

“Touch me,” you breathe, and the absolutely wrecked look you give him from your spot nestled between his comforter catches him off guard. You were ridiculously sexy on a regular day, Yukhei couldn’t deny that, but the expression you’d just shown him was unlike any other he’d seen in the past two months he’d been with you. For a moment, you’d looked like a goddess beneath him, and Yukhei had made sure to keep that mental snapshot safe and sound inside his mind. 

His fingers nudge your underwear to the side, and proceed to faintly trace across your soaked folds, carefully observing your reactions. Your eyes flutter shut, jaw dropping open. “Do you like that?” He murmurs, lips fastened to your jawline, pressing kiss after kiss to your warm skin. A shaky exhale escapes your lips as your hands instinctively curl around his broad shoulders. He flicks your sensitive bud, tingles running over every inch of your body. 

“Yes,” you cry, one leg slowly circling his waist to pull him closer until his arm is stiffly sandwiched between your bodies. 

Yukhei drops another kiss on your chin, a soft chuckle leaving his lips shortly afterwards. “Baby, I can't touch you like this,” he points out and, to further explain, wiggles his arm around to show you the limited space you’ve trapped him in. Still, you tremble at the movement, tightening your arms around his neck. Slowly, he frees his arm, using it to prop himself above you. He pauses, taking a moment to watch the way you gasp below him, both from pleasure and the aftermath of all the sobbing you’d done earlier. 

In his opinion, he thinks you look gorgeous like this. The way your lips tremble, red after being so thoroughly abused by his own mouth sends blood rushing to his cock as he imagines how it’d feel to have you wrapped around him, sobs racking your body and tears streaming down your face. It’s his favorite look on you; the smudged makeup that decorates your under-eyes makes you look similar to the cute panda charm that clung to your backpack strap. Oh, how you adored that charm, frequently calling it the cutest little thing. Now here you were, appearing eerily similar to it, and Yukhei can’t help but think, you’re the cutest little thing. 

A quiet whimper alerts him of the neglected beauty beneath him, and he slowly refocuses his attention on you, your swollen eyes, and your dripping folds. “Shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your hair until he’s pushed it away from your face. He shifts, and his throbbing erection barely brushes against you, eliciting another cry from you. He glances down and sees the mess you’ve created, your precum soaking through your panties. Just as he goes to look away, he catches sight of a little wet spot on his own jeans, and it takes a moment for it to register in his mind. 

“You dirty girl,” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans. “You’ve made such a mess tonight, princess,” he sighs, rolling the zip down until his boxers peek through. “You must’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” He questions, stepping away from the bed momentarily to tug his jeans down, until he’s clad only in his undergarments, mirroring your own state. “Have you been thinking of me all night, baby? Thinking of how easily I was gonna slide into you tonight?” He inquires, settling on the edge of the bed again, hands gently encouraging your legs open before pausing on your knees. You nod, reaching a hand up to toy with your breasts, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose because you know he loves your boobs. “Or did you get this wet thinking about Taeyong?” 

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, as you become desperate to refute his statement. Had he not been milking you of all your despair, he would’ve broken character and laughed at the way your mood changed so swiftly. 

“It’s okay,” he says after watching you flounder and huff for a few moments, eyes nearly welling with tears again (They’d never really stopped, he thought, but had just gone through periods of being considerably less wet than the current moment.), because he was tired of watching his pretty girl cry now, despite the  amusement it’d brought him earlier. “No more tears,” he adds, pressing butterfly kisses to your cheeks. “I know you’d never do that,” he assures, and nearly coos at the way you nod at his words, fingers delicately tracing his facial features. “You’re a good girl, baby, aren’t you?”

You nod, eyes fluttering shut at his sudden praise, and Yukhei takes the opportunity to wipe the drying makeup streaks as best as he can. “I’m a good girl,” you repeat, absolutely melting under his touch. 

Yukhei surges forward to brush your mouths together, swallowing your little whimpers until your breathing evens out. When he pulls away, he eyes you for a moment, taking in your slightly dazed expression, as he slips a finger down to your core, prodding inside until you’re a moaning, panting mess beneath him. “Bet I could slip right on in,” he hums, enthralled by the curve of your neck as your head falls back into the mattress. He curls his finger, and your legs clamp down around him, a natural reaction to such stimulation. He bites down on his lip. “Can I?” He murmurs, and you don’t answer, hypnotized by the way his single digit explores inside you. “Baby,” he rasps, suddenly desperate for your answer, “can I?”

“Yes,” you sigh, though you sound eight miles away, but he knows your heart is in the moment from the way your body writhes beneath him and your lips seek his own. “Please, Yukhei, I need you,” you whimper, voice hoarse from the night’s prior events. 

He doesn't waste a second more, quickly pushing his boxers down his thighs until his dick springs free, and the way you mewl at the sight inflates his ego just the teeniest bit more. He tugs your own underwear off, fingers running over your soft skin as they travel down the length of your legs. Carefully, he aligns himself with your entrance, pushing past the initial tight ring of muscle with no problem at all. 

“Fuck,” he groans, hands firmly attached to your hips. You’re trembling beneath him, your chest heaving with the slow breaths you take. “You’re so fucking tight,” he tells you, leaning forward until he has one arm on the mattress below you, the other snaking its way around your thigh to hold you open. 

“Move,” you whisper, hands slowly tracing their way around his neck like they were earlier. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and nods. He begins rolling his hips, his pace painstakingly slow as he lets you adjust. 

For a while, he lets you think this is enough, the shallow thrusts of his cock inside of you already extracting the most delicious moans from you. But then he’s reminded of the way you’d so brazenly clung off Taeyong, one of his friends, earlier in the evening; he thinks of the way your hands had fluttered around him until you’d caught sight of Yukhei, and how quick you’d been to quickly cling to him instead.

“Next time,” he huffs, slowly drawing all the way out, reveling in the way your eyes immediately shoot open, desperate to draw him back. He rams into you without much thought, and the way you shift further up the bed from the force only fuels him further, hips snapping at a punishing pace that leaves no room for you to react. “Next time,” Yukhei repeats, hand leaving your thigh to claim its place around your throat. You moan at the sensation. “I won’t be so nice,” he spits, skin slapping yours with each drive of his hips, his cock abusing your pussy walls until you’re trembling, a tight knot building inside you. “Next time I see you acting like a slut, I’m gonna take you home and fuck you like one, princess,” he seethes, fingers tightening around your throat.

You gasp, whimpering with every thrust, which only seem to grow more wild with each passing second. “I’m sorry,” you manage to choke out, slowly running a hand over his that is grasping your throat. “I won’t do it again,” you cry, pressing down on his fingers until he’s tightening his grip on you, and your inhales are coming in shakily. “I won’t be a slut anymore, Yukhei,” you promise, voice cracking as your throat becomes inexplicably dry. You pry his fingers apart until you can slot your own between the empty spaces, and for a moment, his eyes soften at the gesture. 

“Good,” he breathes, releasing you only to duck down and lavish your raw skin with kisses, his hand traveling southward to play with your swollen clit. It takes only a few gentle circles for your back to arch off the bed, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm consumes you. 

Your newly released pleasure makes the glide into you even smoother, and Yukhei lets you fall limp on the mattress as he chases his own release. His eyes drift down your chest, at the thin sheen of sweat that’s accumulated in the valley between your breasts, and the way your ribs rise and fall, your diaphragm contracting as you struggle for air. 

But what makes him finally cum isn’t your lewd body or the sounds you make as he fucks into your sensitive pussy, but the dreamy-eyed look you give him when you’ve recovered, your fingers surging forward to tangle with his own as you give his hand a tight squeeze. “Fuck,” Yukhei spits, giving one last buck of his hips until he’s coating your insides with his hot pleasure, his hips still snapping as he’s caught up in your beauty.

When his body finally settles down and he begins to grow soft inside of you, he draws away, your tiny cries nearly bringing him to full hardness again. He tugs his boxers back up, before sliding off the bed, your calls for him to come back rushing him as he gathers a few tissues and grabs another shirt from his drawer. 

He cleans you up gently, nothing like the man who’d folded you in half a mere five minutes ago, pressing kisses along your shoulder as you huff and whine into his soft hair, your legs shaking from oversensitivity. “I got you, baby,” he purrs, tugging his shirt over your head when he’s done, drawing the blankets over you. 

Then it’s Yukhei’s turn to bury his nose in your hair, the faint tinges of weed still traced among the strands, a fact he’d almost forgotten until you huff out a soft, “did you really bust a nut from holding hands?” 

[thiiick-thiiighs]

a wip

im putting it here so no one can see it

besides moe kiss emoji

((Side note a lot of these characters are trans and this is a kid fic so there will be scenes before their transition/coming out, here’s a keyyy

Naomi – Ziker, Barney – Traci, Carlos – Gloria, Theresa – Oscar, Darell – Adelaid, Otis – Vicky))

Also this is a domestic au ish ? I was feeling nostalgic so I wanted to do a writing of sikey through childhood ft other people’s characters so ,, there’s ocs who are normally paranormal or whatever who are just ordinary people !!))

Baxter jumped when he felt the tap of a finger on his shoulder, the coins he had been clutching in his pasty hands nearly dropping to the dingy cafeteria floor. He whipped around, ears burning as he braced himself to spit out yet another, ‘no cuts!’, but his voice failed him when he saw Sikey standing before him, her thumb and index rubbing the pad of her index finger on the opposite hand.

           “What do you want?” Baxter grumbled, subconsciously straightening up so he could emphasize how he was taller than her; his green eyes trailed past her, spotting Naomi seated at the table, surrounded by a group of her and Sikey’s friends. There was an extra lunch next to her, and an empty corresponding seat.

           “You don’t need lunch money, you get free lunches, I know it. Naomi’s over there an’ I can see her lunch, so you’re not foolin’ anybody.”

           Sikey’s brows furrowed, and her dark green eyes – they always reminded Baxter of being lost in a forest during summer, deep in the trees, where the foliage is dark and ripe with life – remained glued to the floor.

           “Do you wanna come over on Thursday?” She finally got out, not even looking at Baxter; one of Baxter’s own brows lifted up as he stared hard at Sikey, finally drawling out with a smug sneer, “Why? You gonna chop me up and eat me for dinner?”

           Sikey’s eyes snapped up to glare wide-eyed at Baxter, as if she were shocked by the verbal audacity he had to even utter such a sentence; her round, dark cheeks grew darker as an angry flush spread across them. She opened her mouth, as if to shout back at Baxter, before clamping it shut; she whipped around and stormed away, feet stamping loudly across the tiled floor as she stomped her way towards the table. Baxter watched as Sikey practically flung herself in the open area of the bench that was designated as her seat; she shoved her tray towards the center of the table, arms folding where it once was and her head dropping to hide her face under. The table’s mood shifted, faces growing concerned as they tried to reach out to Sikey – Baxter couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see their mouths moving. Isabella extended her arm across the table, one hand resting in Sikey’s black hair, while Grey scrambled around the table and settled in a seat next to Sikey, leaning her shoulder against the hunched girl’s shoulder.

           Baxter felt a twist in his stomach – guilt? Why would he feel guilty? – but he didn’t harp on it, or he didn’t have the time to, at least. One kid behind him shoved him, right between his shoulder blades, and huffed, “Move forward! You’re holding up the line!”

                                                             ---

           “Sit with me.”

           Razz looked up from his DS, reaching one hand up to shove a fistful of his ebony hair back so he could look up at Baxter, “What?”

           “Sit with me.”

           Razz’s eyebrows tilted a bit, shooting Baxter an almost concerned look, “What did you do to make Sikey mad this time?”

           Baxter balanced his Styrofoam lunch tray on the palm of his left hand, pointing with his free hand to the window that showed the outside eating area and the playground; he kept pointing at a specific table, second to last, which was empty, “I’m gonna be sitting there. Sit with me.”

           “Fine.” Razz’s voice dropped to a mumble, soft brown eyes wandering to focus on Sikey’s table yearningly.

                                                           ---

           “Are you going to Sikey’s slumber party on Thursday?”

           “What?” Baxter perked up with interest, pale green eyes landing on Razz to inspect him over his sporkful of mashed potato, “What slumber party?”

           “The one Sikey’s gonna have for the end of the year. She did it last year when third – err, fourth grade ended.” Razz explained, correcting himself when he mixed up his numbers – technically he was right, third grade had ended for him, but Sikey and the rest of the crew was a year above.

           On one hand, Razz loved to brag about all his cool older friends. On the other hand, it sucked not having any classes with them.

           “I think she’s gonna make it a yearly thing. That’s what Naomi said.” Razz continued when Baxter just stared at him in shock; he fidgeted in his seat, starting to get uncomfortable with how silent Baxter was being.

           “Naomi said Sikey was gonna invite you this time, ‘cause that’s what Miss Amorosa told her to do.” Razz rattled on, cheeks getting hotter with embarrassment. Was he not supposed to share the detail with Baxter? Was it a secret?

           There was a cascade of footsteps as Baxter suddenly got to his feet and suddenly started running down the concrete pavement, leading to the door back into the cafeteria. Razz got to his feet and followed with his lunch slowly, hoping he wouldn’t be in trouble with the group when he got back.

           It’s not like any of them had ever been mad at him before.

                                                                       ---

           “Where’s Sikey?” Baxter shouted as he raced to the table, noting the two missing spots where Grey and Sikey had been; he slapped his open palms on the flat surface of the gray table when no one answered, “Where is Sikey?”

           “Nobody tell him!” Isabella ordered in a booming shout, voice lifting to show her authority with the order and also kinda because it was really loud in the cafeteria, “Nobody tell him! He doesn’t need to know! Nobody tell him! He was mean to Sikey! Nobody tell him!”

           “Alright, Isabella, we get it.” Alejandro mumbled, stabbing his spork into the Styrofoam of the trey, adding more holes to his already poked trey.

           “She’s at the band room with Grey,” Naomi spoke up after a moment of tense silence, “Grey forgot her pencil pouch so Sikey walked with her to go an’ get it.”

           “Naomi!” Isabella shrieked, slamming her palms on the table like Baxter had done earlier; Naomi shrank back in her seat, and Gery defensively scooted closer to her.

           Baxter was already racing off, Razz soon taking his spot; Naomi patted the seat next to her to invite him to sit.

                                                                       ---

           Sikey and Grey were, as Naomi had said, by the band room; Sikey was leaning her shoulder against the wall as she spoke idly with Grey, who had a pink tiger-striped pencil pouch hugged to her chest.

           They both lurched around at the sound of sneakers squeaking down the hallway, but Sikey was still blindsided by Baxter placing his hands square on her shoulders and shoving her.

           “What’s your problem with me?” He all but wailed, and Sikey wasn’t sure if he was enraged or hurt or both.

           “What’s your problem?” Sikey retorted, and Grey fell silent, taking a step forward so that she was standing next to Sikey; she pulled a sour face at Baxter, obviously siding with Sikey for the time being.

           “Why didn’t you invite me again to your slumber party that you apparently also didn’t invite me to last year?”

           You kinda said that twice in the same sentence, Sikey thought for a moment, though she didn’t say anything out loud because Baxter was talking again, “I thought – I mean we’re not, but – I thought - !”

           “I did try to invite you!” Sikey interrupted, “You were jus’ bein’ a big fat jerk about it! You – you – you were acting like a dick!”

           “You cussed!” Grey squealed, voice mingled with excitement and horror at the same time, “You said the d-word!”

           “Yeah, and I’ll cuss again, dammit!” To add extra emphasis to the word ‘dammit’, Sikey stomped her foot against the floor; Grey squealed again with delight.

           Baxter stared at Sikey, mouth gaping and brows lifted, his light green eyes wide and shining with shock; Sikey wasn’t sure if it he was more shocked about the fact that she cursed or that she was going to invite him in the first place.

           “I – oh.”

           “Yeah, oh.” Sikey huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at Baxter.

           “Yaknow, if you just apologized to Sikey, she’d let you come over.” Grey piped up; Sikey whirled around, dark foliage-green eyes widening with offense and brows curving downwards, “I would n-!”

           Grey elbowed her in the side, and she fell quiet, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the wall.

           “I’m not gonna - !” Baxter began, but Grey reached out and thwacked her pencil pouch against Baxter’s chest. His eyes fell down to the floor, focusing on the toes of his sneakers as he scuffed the floor, “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

           “I can’t hear you.” Sikey’s voice grew smug, chin tipping up as she eyed Baxter complacently, “Say it again, wouldja?”

           “I said I’m sorry.” Baxter spoke louder, not even looking up at Sikey.

           “S’better.” Sikey hummed, “Do you wanna come to my house on Thursday after school?”

           “Yeah.” His voice trailed.

                                                           ---

           “Your mama doesn’t look like you.” Sikey voiced loudly as Baxter stood awkwardly on the flat area slab of concrete that was connected to the front door; Carrie was chatting with another woman, whose sleek black hair was tied into a neat bun.

           “’Cause she’s not my mom. My mom’s on a trip again with my dad.”

           “Your parents are on a lotta trips.” Naomi murmured from where she stood; Carrie whipped around finally, her green eyes narrowed furiously as she scolded, “Entrambi, non essere scortese!”

           “Sorry, Baxter.” Naomi uttered gently, hands wringing nervously in front of her.

“Siamo spiacenti, Mama.” Sikey mumbled, at the same time. Carrie quirked a brow, staring down at Sikey, her eyes flitting to Baxter before settling on Sikey, and Sikey, as if she had communicated with Carrie through her thoughts, whirled around with a flush crossing her face.

“Sorry, Baxter!” She echoed Naomi in a rather unnecessarily loud manner. There was giggling from inside. The babysitter chuckled quietly, and a soft puff of air came from Carrie’s nose, her own lips pulled up in a small smile, before she turned and gave the babysitter a nod.

“You can pick him up tomorrow whenever you like. I can have him call to let you know, too.”

“That’d be great, thank you.” The babysitter grinned, before glancing to Baxter and grinning at him, too, “Have fun little man.”

With that, she was off, stepping down the concrete walkway down to her car. As the car revved up, the four people on the concrete slab waved in the babysitter’s direction, before Carrie turned to Baxter, offering him a warm smile, “It’s nice to see you here, Baxter. Glad to see you and Sikey are starting to get along.” Her voice was smooth and maternal, flowing from her like honey and heavy with her Italian accent. Baxter looked at her with admiration, cheeks growing as warm as he thought her voice was.

“Why don’t you come inside now, yes?” She spoke again after Baxter failed to respond. Sikey shot him an incredulous look. Carrie herded the kids and ushered them inside, and Baxter was kind of startled by the amount of people already there. There was Alejandro his older siblings, the twins Esmeralda and Carlos – who were already in the sixth grade, and now moving into the seventh grade. They both promised to show the gang around the middle school the day before school started so they wouldn’t get lost. They lived a walk away, so it wasn’t a surprise they had gotten there so fast. Barney and Garrett, who practically lived at Alejandro’s place, were there too; Grey and Gery were sitting with the group, Naomi joining Gery’s side after she rejoined the group.

“Who’s coming?” Baxter blurted out; Sikey shot him a grin, “Everyone.”

                                                           ---

“I don’t like mister Fabrice.” Sikey grumbled beneath her breath as Carrie announced Razz was walking up with his parents; Naomi’s eyes shone with concern, “Me neither.”

The group was quiet for a moment, solemnly agreeing in their own silent ways.

                                                           ---

Everyone in the friend group did show up. Razz had shown up before, running straight to Sikey’s arms – Sikey straight up hollered like Razz was her son who just won the world medal in being amazing. Then it was Isabella, then Banner had showed up later, walking hand in hand with his BEST-FRIEND-FOREVER-FOR-LIFE Theresa, trailed by Otis and Darell.

Baxter wasn’t sure if he should be overwhelmed or not.

It was four thirty by the time Darell walked through the door, and Carrie announced that dinner would be at six, promptly. That gave the group a good hour and a half of play time before settling and then going back out again; Sikey led them into the back yard.

It was no secret that Carrie wasn’t exactly wealthy – in fact, she was the opposite. She was a single mom with two kids who had to pay off a house – not an apartment. She didn’t have help from her parents, either, but she did get help from a. the government, and b. Rosita, Alejandro’s mom. The two were rather close after Carrie moved to America.

Still though, dinner and snacks for – what the hell – fourteen kids wasn’t exactly easy.

“Sikey, how did you afford this?”

“Wasn’t easy,” Sikey responded to Baxter around a mouthful of watermelon that her mother had set out for the kids to snack on while they goofed off, “I don’t think mama’s eatin’ tonight.”

“Sikey,” Naomi whispered, “She doesn’t like it when you say stuff like that.” There was a hint of guilt in Sikey’s face, and she didn’t linger much on the money situation that was behind the party.

Baxter didn’t have the heart to ask, either.

                                                           ---

“Isabella,” Sikey giggled as she pulled her friend to the side, “Did you make sure everyone brought a bathing suit?”

Isabella beamed cheekily, “Yes.”

“Good,” Sikey’s voice lowered, “I’m gonna go get Mama to get everything ready, you tell everybody to change.” Isabella grinned cheekily, turning on heel and bounding towards the group, arms extended as she ordered them all, “It’s swimsuit time!”

Sikey ducked into the back door and veered into the kitchen where her mother was preparing some portions of the dinner. Carrie had started early for this particular reason; when Sikey tugged on her shirt and crooned ‘Mama’, she turned around with a knowing smile, “Give me a second, baby, there’s a couple more I gotta fill.”

                                                           ---

“What – what is happening?” Garret got out as he hovered next to Alejandro, watching with intrigue as Sikey dropped a tub to the ground.