#allow sans to be absolutely stupid

[merethessc]

god i love drawing them

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Fighting DEMONS rn trying not to get invested in one piece to figure out wtf you're posting about!!!!

come here cyber.... we have this thang

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[holybibly]

IT'S YOU |Woosan x reader| Part I Part 2

Genre: smut, from friends to lovers!au, college!au

Word Count: 6,6k

Summary: Sometimes drunken decisions lead to the most unexpected results and the most shocking confessions. Or, after your boyfriend cheats on you, you propose a threesome to your best friends and it might just be what they have always wanted.

WARNING: only!18+ pet names, explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, pussy eating, size kink, oral giving and receiving, double penetration, threesomes, dirty talk and more.

A/N: Here they are, our winners. I'm a little overjoyed because I'm about to try out a new style for myself (BTW, which of my styles of my work do you love most? Answer in the comments, it will help me much). One of the things I have to learn is the writing of shorter chapters. This one was so long that I had to split it into two parts. The second part won't take too long either.I'm still trying my best to write smut. So please be gentle with me.

There will be an update in a separate post about the rest of the work. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

One year ago.

It was a feeling of sweet euphoria coursing through your veins. Pure, scalding ecstasy that frothed your blood and clouded your mind. Multicolored neon lights licked greedily at your wet, naked skin, leaving acid green and poisonous pink burns on it. All your senses were overloaded, and every touch felt like a liquid flame. The throbbing bass of the deafening music echoed through your body like the beating of your own heart and completely consumed all of your other senses, except for absolute pleasure.

You lost track of the amount of alcohol you had consumed that day, shot after shot, until a pleasant fog began to form in your head, blocking out all other thoughts. The tequila flowed down your throat like water, and you were sure you'd remember how it tasted in the morning, but you didn't care what you'd done tonight or how you knew you'd feel tomorrow. You didn't care about that. Your aim was to forget yourself, to disappear into the crowd, to merge with the music until any connection to the outside world was nothing more than the beginning of the next day.

Dance, baby, dance!

The atmosphere in the club grew fuzzier and fainter, sweaty, hot bodies pressed closer together merging, the hot touches of forbidden pleasures caressing the skin with the fingertips of strangers, wet lips touching the bare, sticky skin on you shoulders, pressing rough impatient kisses into it. Too many people and too many strangers are here for nothing but fuck.

You weren't a stupid little girl who believed in virginal marriage and pink ponies; to be honest, you were far from that gentle picture. God, Wooyoung, and San had been your best friends since high school, and now you were at university, and if after all that time you couldn't repeat every position in the Kama Sutra by heart, it really surprised you. Innocence and modesty were the last words in your vocabulary, and with Wooyoung's big mouth, you were well aware of the whole of theirs sex life. And when you say everything, you mean every fucking detail, and to Wooyoung's credit, he has a great memory and meticulous storytelling.

How long has it been since you started dancing? 20 minutes—or was it two hours? You could swear that Sang and Ueyoung were at your side a minute ago. Or did they leave you alone on the dance floor hours ago?

You can't remember at all.

Your mind is buzzing, your fingertips are tingling, and your heart is pounding against your ribs from the adrenaline rush of matching the beat of some new-fangled track and creating a world of your own inside your body. This sound will vibrate more and more strongly under your skin until your brain ceases to function, allowing you to let go of all the worries in the world and give yourself over completely to the music. Alcohol really does work wonders.

Man, you felt so good.

In the back of your drunken mind, you can't help but wonder if tonight could have gone differently. Probably, but here you are, drunk as hell, huddled with a stranger on a neon dance floor instead of a soft bed in your favorite man's arms. Where the hell did you take the wrong turn? It would seem that something in the universe hasn't gone quite according to plan. Did you have any idea this morning that your sweet, perfect boyfriend would be cheating on you? Correction: he's been cheating on you for a long time. You probably never would have found out if you hadn't come home from couples earlier than usual and continued to be his "convenient girlfriend." Hell, it wasn't nice, and maybe not as hurtful, if he'd been fucking someone else instead of your best friend. Were you that bad? Weren't you good enough? Either way, you've still got time to destroy yourself—maybe tomorrow, maybe never.

Maybe you'll even think about it when you visit the bastard in the hospital. He should have known better than to even think about cheating, and the clotted blood on San's knuckles proved that. Everyone at the university knew that you were Ateez's golden girl, and to mess with you was to mess with them. And since you, Wooyoung, and San were literally glued to each other, it was tantamount to suicide. 

At the moment, the only thing that was more upsetting than the image of your ex-boyfriend driving his dick all the way up to his balls into your ex-friend's skinny body was the fact that your beautiful vintage sofa would have to be thrown away. Semen doesn't wash off. You checked.

Hongjoong is going to be absolutely devastated. That sofa was the absolute love of his life.

It's all nothing more than a vague memory of the day gone by, mixed into an indecipherable cacophony of shrill screams and blurred images. To be honest, you don't remember much of the chaos, as Wooyoung pressed your face against his chest with such force that you wouldn't be surprised to see your make-up imprinted on the light fabric of his shirt. All you could hear was loud cursing and the sound of a punch in the face. You hoped that San's punch was strong enough to break the asshole's jaw. And after that, there were a few hours of tears and emotional crisis until they'd had enough and pulled you into this club with a gentle and accepting hand: "Come on, baby, you could use a break and a change of scenery" from San, and "Fuck that scumbag, go show him what he's lost, baby" from Wooyoung. It was an absolute mystery how the two of them synchronized perfectly.

You have no idea what you would do without these two.

A few more minutes go by in this way, until you feel hot hands on your hips, pulling you closer to the hard body on your back. You don't have to turn around to see that it's San; the scent of his perfume, mixed with the sweat and the smoke of a freshly smoked cigarette, makes you dizzy, and you rest your head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath of the intoxicating mixture. Suddenly you want to get as close to him as possible, turn around and press your face against his hard, structured chest, breathing in deeply and sinking into him completely. Your arms reach out behind you and wrap around San's neck, tangling your fingers in the scarlet strands of hair at the nape of his neck. You feel it on your back as the action makes him purr like a cat. You wonder what other sounds you might be able to catch him making.

You shake yourself. The thought of it sends shivers down your arms and makes all the muscles in your lower abdomen tingle.

You should stop. These are bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts.

"Damn, baby girl, how much did you drink while we were away?" Wooyoung's voice is rough and husky, but his touch is gentle and careful as his fingers intertwine with yours. He has always touched you in a way that no other man in the world, with the exception of him and San, has ever been able to touch you. There was no comparison with your ex's touch. Wooyoung's touch is a promise. A promise to protect, to care, and perhaps to love? You could swear you saved the planet in your past life because you have such great friends in this one, or maybe a little more than friends, but you're not sure what to call this feeling. 

You had been friends for so long that it wasn't weird not have a crush on Wooyoung or to dream of being married to San. The guy was literally a walking husband; he was second only to Songhwa in that respect, but please, Hwa was the epitome of husband material. You might even have wanted to be in the middle of it, sandwiched between hot bodies while they literally fucked the life out of you. But it was all just thoughts. Fleeting dreams that clung to the edges of your consciousness. You were the type to date, and they were the type to fuck. You were different when it came to loving. In any case, it was all a long time ago. You had a boyfriend, and Wooyoung and San collected girls like Pokémon. Somehow, you were sure that if you slept together, your friendship would end.

You weren't ready for that. With a strength that only Jongho could match, you ignored any romantic feelings for them

"Mmm… Woo, I have no recollection, but I had fun." You licked your lips as if you were trying to taste the lingering taste of the tequila and opened your eyes to stare straight into Wooyoung's face, full of worry. He could have been the biggest bitch if he wanted to be. But for you, that 'maternal' instinct of overprotection has kicked in. You stare at him unblinkingly in that moody light, he looks beautiful, to the point of being stupidly handsome, so damn handsome that you want to pull him to you and kiss him without explanation or reason. And you can do that because you know he's never, ever going to say no to you but kiss you? Wooyoung's tongue will be the first to enter your mouth. He will suck on it like a drunk, and he will hold on to you until there is almost no air left in your lungs.

"We leave you alone, gongjunim, for five minutes, and you're already in trouble. Shall I give you a lesson in obedience?" San is speaking into your ear, loud enough for you to hear him clearly, each word coming through the loud electric bass. His voice is too sultry to be sober enough. Woo probably talked him into a few shots, although he always got drunk pretty easily. The two were threatening each other. And to you as well.

The evil voice inside your head grinned: You know you want it. He's going to punish you for being such a bad, naughty girl. He will teach you to be the best little girl for him and for them and to follow all his rules. He'll make you beg and make you cry…

Fuck, girl, come to your senses. Since when did you start to think with your pussy instead of using your brain? Or do you automatically turn into a horny, over-excited idiot after a break-up? Turn on your brains; they are your best friends.

Completely ignoring San's words, you whimpered:

"I'm thirsty." Your tongue is dry in your mouth, and your lips feel unpleasantly rough as you say the words. It looks like the fun's over for today.

San can't help but laugh at your capricious behavior, and you wriggle restlessly in his arms, trying to free yourself from his firm grip, but he only manages to hold you even tighter. You sigh in annoyance and decide to try your luck with Wooyoung.

"Woo, help me." You whine again, reaching out and pulling Wooyoung closer so that your forehead rests against his collarbone.

He smells good, like sandalwood and vanilla, like home.

Wooyoung lifts your face with his fingertips. The touch is soft and comforting, despite the roar of the music and the crowd of strangers around you. He stares intently into your eyes, almost too serious for your drunken haze. He hopes to find something more than alcohol-induced excitement.

"Come on, baby. It's time to go home." He releases your hand and carefully wipes the sweat from your forehead and cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt, his fingers lingering on your lips for a moment, and you playfully stick out your tongue and lick the pads of his fingers. God, may you not remember this tomorrow.

"But I don't want to…" You purse your lips again. You turn your head towards San, looking for his support. "Sanni, let's stay a bit more." Your big, shining eyes are not making it easy for him, but you were already quite drunk, and judging by the way your body was leaning against him, you could hardly stand properly.

"Wooyoung's right, gongjunim, it's over for you today."

Something wild in you just wants to be a brat and start arguing, but the rational part of your brain wins out. You sigh tiredly and try to wriggle out of his grip, and of course you stumble, grabbing Wooyoung's biceps with your hands in an attempt to stay on your feet and not break your high-heeled leg, which would be a great way to end the night.

A strong arm immediately wraps around your waist. It digs lightly into the exposed skin between your top and your jeans. You can feel the coldness of the thin band of his ring. It actually burns from how sensitive you were now.

"I got you, chagi." San whispers softly and hoarsely into your ear, and you cling even more tightly to Wooyoung's arm as your legs begins to shake, but no longer from the alcohol you've drunk and the tiredness, but from his sultry tone. Damn, was that a saturi, or was it just your imagination?

"We'll be on our way now, for sure." Wooyoung takes your hand once more, pulling it away from his bicep, and quickly leads you through the crowd of sweaty bodies, completely ignoring your feeble protests until you see the flashing exit sign. The red neon sign brings you ominously close to the point where you are left alone with them. And you feel San's heavy presence at your back like never before. 

The sounds of the city swallow you up and make you dizzy as Wooyoung opens the heavy metal door. Couples are kissing all over the place. Noisy groups of people are huddled together waiting for a taxi or sharing a single joint, leaving a faint smell of weed in the air. You can still hear the vibrating bass of the music that is pouring out of the club; it echoes in your head in an unpleasant way, with a slight throbbing pain. All of a sudden, all you want to do is find yourself in a warm bed, snuggled up against San or Wooyoung, or even better, against both of them.

San's hand on your waist tenses as you bend over to hail a taxi. Wooyoung's hands come down on your hips, hot and strong, and just like that, you find yourself sandwiched between them, their bodies shielding you safely from the searing cold and dirty stares. You could swear that you can hear Wooyoung swears to himself while a drunk guy is moving his tongue between two spread fingers and looking in your direction. San's body tenses instinctively. What's with all this protection? We're not in some kind of alpha-character romance; you can take care of yourself.

But in spite of that, your body still relaxes, your head leans back against Wooyoung's shoulder, and you rub your face against his like a cat.

"You're so drunk, baby." Woo chuckles and gives you a light kiss on the top of your head. "That's my girl."

My girl, just the sound of that one sentence makes a little fire start in your belly. What the hell is wrong with you today? A week ago, you were rinsing his mouth after Woo drank too much, and now you're ready to lick his mouth from the inside. 

Fuck.

All these thoughts make you lose track of what's happening until you feel the smooth leather of the car seat beneath you and the soft touch of San's lips on your bare shoulder. You moan, either from annoyance or excitement. San just smiles and presses his lips harder against you. Finally, you are going home.

You faintly hear Wooyoung giving the Uber driver the coordinates of your apartment complex, your hands intertwining again, relaxing further as Wooyoung's head rests on your shoulder. His long hair tickles the back of your neck.

Sobriety slowly begins to clear your head as the ride continues. You're still drunk, but you're much more aware than before.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, but in the confined space of the car's backseat, they can hear it well. It sets them in motion again, hands clasped around you with renewed confidence. You play mindlessly with the silver rings that adorn Wooyoung's long fingers, and you don't go unnoticed by San's light strokes on the outside of your thigh.

"All for you, chagiya." San whispers back and gives Wooyoung a meaningful look. There's something special between the two of them—a dialogue that is spoken without words but in which they both know exactly what is meant. If only you knew what was going on inside their heads…

You let your hand drop to Wooyoung's muscular thigh and ran the palm of your hand over it a couple of times, feeling the tight muscles under the skin of his trousers. He covers the palm of your hand with his own and squeezes it in a silent, gentle gesture of affection.

"I love you guys…" You whisper, sticking out your tongue to lick your suddenly dry lips. You hear them giggling together before you feel San press his nose against the soft skin of your collarbone, rubbing against it like a cat. He's the ultimate cinnamon bun; how he can be someone who's had sex with half the university is still a mystery to you.

"I love you too, gongjunim." And he means it, like he really loves you—much more than a friend should.

"Mmm, I love you more. You know that, baby." Wooyoung bites the skin on the back of your neck in a playful way, and you feel his wet tongue pressing against the site of the bite for a few seconds. 

"You're not sleeping in my bed. Woo, stop it; that tactic won't work on me anymore."

He whimpers back with a puff of his swollen lips, turning his face away from you with an irritated roll of his eyes as you and San laugh, his arms naturally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body so that you're practically sitting on his lap. A faint melody, from some kind of soft track, pours out of the speakers and lulls you into a state of serenity. You find it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Your body relaxes even more in San's arms.

The next twenty minutes fly by, and you only begin to wake up when the cab door slams behind you and Wooyoung drags you into her flat. The fobs on your keys jingle loudly in the silence of the corridor as San fiddles with them to unlock the door. You sway in Woo's arms as you wait for the door to your apartment to open. The soothing scent of neroli and orchids greets you as you enter, your body automatically relaxing into the safety of your personal space, and you fall wearily into the armchair opposite sofa.

As the door closes, you hear the sound of the boys hurrying down the corridor, taking off their shoes and jackets. You can imagine San carefully placing his shoes next to yours and Wooyoung's one shoe being kicked further down the corridor. So damn different.

Woo sprints into the kitchen, slams the door of the fridge shut, and there is a bottle of cold water in front of your face.

"Here you go, starlight." He sinks to the floor at your feet and leans back against them, resting his head in your lap as he does so. You run your fingers through his long black hair, brushing it away from his face, and meet his gaze with your own. It's familiar; away from the deafening music and the sweaty crowd, you feel much better now, despite the fact that a few hours ago your ex was fucking your friend on the couch across the hall. This is still your home, and you're sure that in a few days your entire apartment will be taken apart and put back together by the caring hands of Seonghwa and Yeosang, when there won't be a trace of your failed past relationships left.   "Are you okay?" San asks, leaning against the doorjamb.

"I'm… fine, yeah. Probably not as good as I'd like to be, but I'll be fine; it'll just take some time. At the moment, I'm just tired of it all."

"Go take a shower, sweetie; San and I will take care of the rest." Wooyoung says as he gets up from the floor and pulls the leather jacket off of his shoulders. The wide collar of his black t-shirt shows the tattoo on his back. You always found that part of him extremely sexy.

You rise from your chair, grimacing at the pain in your legs after so many hours in high heels. Your top falls to the floor as you take it off, the lace of your black lingerie clinging to your body like a second skin. They've seen you naked more than once or twice, and in any case, you're not one of those cute girls who blushes at every opportunity. You have to struggle to pull your jeans down your legs because they are so tight around your arse. The next thing to come off is your underwear, which you leaves halfway to the toilet somewhere. You let them take care of that too.

The level of intimacy that you have with San and Wooyoung is so high that it virtually erases any barrier to acceptable standards of friendship. Years of shared memories, from when you started high school to when you practically star graduates of Seoul National University. God, the things you've done and the situations you've been in—it's been a hectic time. The three of you literally know each other to your bones—sharing habits, feelings, clothes, and even some sexual practices under the influence of alcohol and chance. You've seen them fuck; they've held your hair when you've puked, helped with periods, you've seen them jerking off in the morning or heard them moaning loudly in the bathroom, you all watched porn together—it's all been part of your friendship. In a way, the three of you have been completely and utterly shameless.

You close the bathroom door and stare wearily at your reflection in the large mirror. Your hair is disheveled from those beautiful waves there's not a trace, your skin is glistening with sweat, your make-up looks messy—a bit of smudged eyeliner, smeared lipstick—and in general, you look like you've been beaten up. The pupils of your eyes are dilated, even though you're still feeling sleepy, and there's a bit of puffiness under your eyes from previous tantrum.

Wow, you look like a real mess. You turn away from the mirror, turn on the tap of water, and sink back into your usual daily routine. The water cleanses not only your body but also your mind, spectacularly washing away all the memories and regrets of the day.

It seems to be at least a minute before you hear the sound of a heavy knock on the door. San's voice is muffled over the sound of water and steam, rough, husky, and incredibly sexy, sending electric shocks through your body and unexpected heat building between your thighs. Your fingers turn the handle, stopping the water from flowing, and you take a few long breaths, trying to get rid of this strange feeling. What's wrong with you today?

"Chagi, are you okay?"

You mooed in response, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped the towel around your body before opening the door to face him. He's standing across the bathtub, slumped against the wall, so soft and fluffy, when you open the door. San has changed into a pair of loose pajamas, which are very cute, according to your taste. He has washed off his make-up and generally looks more like an adorable bun than the voluptuous demon he is supposed to be at the university.

"What the hell took you so long? Wooyoung's already starting to climb the wall from here." He whimpers with a pucker on his lips.

"I needed some time to myself, Sanni."

He bites his bottom lip before nodding. His burning gaze travels over you from head to toe, lingering a little longer than usual on your thighs and breasts, and your body heats up at the sensation. When your eyes meet, there is an emotion that you are unfamiliar with that hovers just above the surface of his gleaming dark irises. Something predatory flashes across his face, just for a second, but it's enough to make your skin tingle with an unknown sense of anticipation.

"Just a few more minutes, and then I'll be on my way, all right? Tell Wooyoung to be a little more patient."

"Alright."

You step back into the tub, close the door behind you, and press your back against the wall. You bite your lips, trying to hold back a groan of disappointment. It's not that after all these years of friendship you've never felt sexually aroused in their presence; after all, Wooyoung and San were so damn attractive and even flirtatious to the point of insanity, they fit the cliché of lusty, popular boys at university so well.

Perhaps you had once or twice wondered what it would be like to be close to one of them, or even better, both of them—what their bodies would feel like and what their tastes would be like. Yet, consciously ignoring any romantic urges in their direction, you buried those thoughts deep in the back of your mind. You didn't want to think about how beautiful San's smile was, with those sweet dimples, or how your skin burned under Woo's playful, incessant kisses. But those were only fragmentary thoughts, a dangerous feeling creeping into your heart.

For a while your hunger for them was satisfied by a succession of boy toys until you found yourself a steady boyfriend, well until you caught him with one of your girlfriends tonight. Either way, the sex was hardly satisfying enough to get too upset about, but still, the ache in your heart and your bottom-punched self-esteem stung like a bitch.

But today there was something different between the three of you; on a day like any other, there was a different feeling. It wasn't anything special; San's tearful face had been tucked between your breasts more than once or twice after another romantic fiasco, and Wooyoung had been a complete fool in love, getting burned so many times because he wore his heart on his sleeve. You have been friends long enough to know how to comfort each other after breaking up. You have never experienced such a tension between the three of you before.

There was a barely perceptible change in the air; there was an electric tension in the chemistry between you; a crackle in the air like a thunderstorm was about to break. The storm was coming at a furious pace, and you weren't sure if you were going to be able to handle it. To end up between them was like voluntarily stepping into a hurricane rated at twelve. Was that what you wanted? You probably did. Did they want it? There was no way of knowing. Would things have changed if you'd fucked, yes, of course, but would you have had a 'happily ever after', you weren't so sure.

You brush your hair with your fingertips, hissing in pain when you can't untangle the tangled locks, and continue this compulsive action as you step out of the suddenly claustrophobic space of the bathroom. The corridor is cold, and the change in temperature causes goose bumps to run down the length of your skin. Cold air climbs under the towel's edges, clinging uncomfortably to your tender inner thighs.

"I left some fresh clothes for you on the dresser next to the bathtub. Didn't you notice?" San asks. His pronunciation is as simple as if he hadn't been the one who just a few minutes ago ate you alive with his eyes. He is sitting on the arm of the chair Wooyoung is comfortably ensconced in, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

The couch, which was once your favorite place to be, is clearly in disuse. You're already anticipating Hongjoong's endless complaints about it. That couch was the love of his life.

Wooyoung has changed his clothes too; there's no trace of the seductive college hottie left; the stretchy top of the oversized shirt slipping off his shoulders to expose his collarbones made him look so tiny and cuddly; and the soft disheveled hair falling over his face gave his features something adorably puppyish. They both looked homely and terribly comfortable, as if this was legitimately their home and not yours, as if their place had always been here, the space they belonged to.

"It's stuffy. I don't want to get dressed." You reply, pulling the towel tighter around your chest. You actually contradict yourself by wrapping your arms around yourself, but you don't want to explain anything to them either.

"Personally, I like it all; you can keep going, baby."

"Of course you like it, Woo; we all know about your love for exhibitionism." You say this nonchalantly and let your body fall into Wooyoung's lap, not caring that you're actually naked under the towel or that his shirt is getting wet as the water from your wet hair drips onto it. You're trapped between their bodies again, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the feeling. You savor his scent and the feel of his smooth skin as your face sinks into the curve of Woo's neck.

You all sink into a nice, relaxing silence as the boys scroll through endless social media feeds, your eyes grow heavier, and the need for sleep becomes more palpable. But you love it so much—just being around them, not thinking about anything else, feeling the way San's fingers play with your hair while you twirl the rings on Woo's fingers—that you probably have a fetish for his hands. Anyway, you don't mind.

Minutes go by like this, slowly approaching an hour. You feel content and warm as you sit on Wooyoung's gorgeous muscular thighs. He is humming something to himself, drawing scattered patterns with his fingertips on your bare thigh. Your lips press against Woo's neck, leaving a sweet kiss on his skin. He squirms beneath you, his fingers clenching tighter and tighter on your thigh. God, he's so hot.

"You're so needy, kitten," San says with laughter before you feel his lips on your shoulder. It's not a chaste, friendly kiss; no, his lips are wet with saliva, open so you can feel the scorching breath and his tongue tip gliding across your skin in slow motion. San is licking you like a cat, damn it.

"Is this a side effect of the break-up or something like that? Look at you, Peach. You're a horny mess." Wooyoung raises an eyebrow in curiosity and pulls you closer to his chest. You slide down his thighs, and the towel scratches a little higher, a little more, and they can easily see your pussy. At that thought, the familiar throbbing between your legs reminds you just how wet you are, the viscous, clear liquid threatening to run down the inside of your thighs and stain Woo's clothes.

Praying that neither of them will notice how flushed and horny you feel at this moment, you squeeze your legs together and slide your hand down to pull the towel further down your legs, as far down as possible in this position.

You're so thirsty; the lust is bubbling just beneath the surface of your skin, and the heady mix of their scent and the residual alcohol in your blood is making you feel like such a needy slut.

The rational part of your brain tells you that you should be in a completely different state right now—a mess of tears and snot, probably on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown. Somewhere between the self-destruction of your own self-esteem and a crisis of identity, But here you are, practically naked in Woo's arms, with an obscenely wet pussy and no shame whatsoever.

In contrast to the'real' half of you, something small and evil urged you to go further, to spread your legs, to expose yourself shamelessly, to ride Wu's thigh and have a hot rodeo until you couldn't cum any more, and then let San use you however he wanted; you don't mind at all being a chew toy for him. Hell, boy, all you want to do is let him fuck your brains out.

You sink your teeth into your lower lip with force; the taste of blood is almost in your mouth.

"Fuck me. I want to sleep, baby. You can use me. Let's go to bed."You whine, puffing up your cheeks.

"Okay, okay, baby, let's put the princess to bed." San lifts you from your place on Woo's lap and pulls you tightly against his chest, and you can clearly feel every ripple of muscle on that perfect body. When did he have time to get that big?

He carries you into the bedroom like a princess. Wooyoung's shuffling footsteps can be heard behind you, and you throw your head back to meet his gaze.

"We had a change of sheets. Personally, I'm in favor of burning all his stuff."

"Have I told you I love you?"

"Mmm, let me think. Maybe just a few thousand times." He gives you a cheeky smile, and you laugh.

"Love, love, love, love, I love you so much. You're the best boys in the world. You sing with a big smile on your face, and the sound of their laughter fills the bedroom. 

"We love you too; we love you so much."

If you weren't so drunk and tired, your brain might have been able to process Wooyoung's changed intonation, but you completely ignored any possible hint of how they felt about you.

San gently laid you down on the bed, and Woo's lithe body crawled beside you, snuggling against your side, hugging you like his personal teddy bear.

"Woo, let her go; she has to put on some clothes." He pulls off his T-shirt and holds the soft fabric out in front of you. Your hands lazily crumple it up in an attempt to decide whether or not to put it on, but the boys decide for you. 

Wooyoung sits you down and holds you tightly by the waist while San pulls the T-shirt over your head and pulls off the towel at the same time. You are still naked, but you are a bit more decent now.

"You're such good friends. I wish I could date someone like you." You lie back down, and Woo's hands paddle you again, as if it's his natural reflex. You're not aware of the exchange of glances between the two of them. The silent conversation that goes on between them is completely ignored.

"Hmm, someone like us?" San sits down on the bed in front of you, and in an instant, your fingers cling to his naked chest. You want so badly to sink your teeth into the smooth, bulging muscles of his chest. "Baby, aren't you afraid we're going to be jealous?"

"You and jealousy, come on. I went out with Suho, and none of you minded."

"It's because the idiot has a tiny dick." With an evil giggle, Woo whispers in your ear.

"Wooyoung!"

"He's right, chagia. When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

"San, not you too." You whine and give him a light tap on the shoulder.

"Well, if you were with someone like us, you'd know what it means to have a good fuck. We'd fuck your brains out, baby."

"Jung Wooyoung, wash your filthy mouth. San, tell him." You call out to your more rational friend in a resentful tone to calm Woo down.

"Well, I can't say that he's wrong. You won't be on foot for days after we are." The grin on San's face is so predatory that you can't tell that it's your sweet himbo friend. It's making the muscles at the bottom of your stomach clench in anticipation of this promise.

"You do know that I used to sleep with Yunho before I started dating Suho, right? You can hardly come as a surprise to me; he's very good."

"We know." Woo hissed in annoyance, and his arms tightened around you, planting his foot on your thigh and completely cutting off any attempt you might have made to pull away from him, even if you wanted to.

"But we're so much better." A hot palm slides just over your waist near to Wooyoung's hand, practically covering your breasts. You feel the full weight of it on your body.

"In your dreams."

For a few moments, you close your eyes and fall silent. The comforting silence lulls you to sleep, but there is one thought that keeps you from falling completely into a deep slumber. With a groan, you come back to reality, blinking slowly as your brain forms the words that seem to be too heavy on the tip of your tongue—heavy, but so damned sweet.

"I wanna… I mean, let's have threesome." 

"Sorry, what!" Wooyoung almost yells, sitting up in bed in an instant and staring at you with his eyes wide open. If the situation wasn't so serious, you could laugh at his shocked expression. "Is it an offer for sex? Right now?"

"Jesus, Wooyoung, just let me finish." You sit down as well and take each one of them by the hand. "We graduate next year, and if… if we are all free and you don't mind, maybe we can have threesomes."

"I'm ready. Why wait?" Woo clings to you like a leech. He presses every inch of his body against you so tightly that you practically melt into each other. His skin is hot, and you can feel his breath brushing against your ear and his lips touching it as he speaks. "Come, Y/N, we can do this now. I'm going to take you to heaven."

"Wooyoung, I'm serious."

You have to look at San, who's been silent the whole time. The look in his eyes is so dark, full of lust and hunger. It doesn't leave you for a second.

"San…"

"I'll do anything for you, Y/N."

"I'll be ready for you in a year if you're still willing. Now get out of the room, the both of you. Tonight I'll be alone in bed."

You push them off the bed, San rolls over on the floor with a clatter, and Wooyoung jumps up like a man who has been scalded.

"But chagi…" He whines, loud and nasty, as San drags him out of the room.

"Sweet dreams, gongjunim." That's the last thing you hear before the door slams shut behind them and you're left alone in the bedroom.

You can hear their muffled voices coming from the hallway, trying so hard to keep quiet. Wooyoung's incessant complaining, mixed with San's low muttering, effectively lulls you to sleep. You probably won't even remember tonight, let alone this stupid proposal, but little do you know that neither San nor Wooyoung have any intention of letting you forget.

You are going to have a very funny year in front of you.

[songmingisthighs]

Kitty Baby Princess

group : ateez

pairing : bf!mingi × reader

genre : smut, relationship

wc : 6.4 k

warning : possessive!mingi, unprotected sex (wrap it up to prevent an oopsie), slight voyeurism, panty giving, sniffing, and licking (literally one scene), sleazy-ish san making an appearance, switch!mingi, kinda rough sex ??, freaky shit, nasty language, cumming untouched, slight degradation ? (m receiving) I truly blame @byuntrash101 for turning me into this kind of a person. idk what to tag here anymore this fic is debauchery. lmk if i should add anymore warnings thanxx

a/n : THANK YOU @byuntrash101 FOR GIVING ME THIS IDEA FROM THIS >:D and ofc for letting me run with it <3 i hope you suffer as bad as me thanxx and i admit i kinda went overboard with this? but like... it's mingi ?? and i wanna do the original hc justice

a/n/n : i spent 7.5 hours on this mostly because i procrastinated bc it was 12.30 fucking am and it's 8.06 am rn i hath nawt slept yet. I hope this fic make sense tho, i hate to see this as a fail so pls lmk where i messed up

buy me coffee ?

Mingi was starting to think that inviting you to dinner was a bad idea.

It's not that he doesn't love having you around because God, he wished you'd just move in with him. It's not that you don't fit in with his friends because WooSan has made you an honorary dumbass trio which caused Seonghwa to pop a vein. And it's not because you didn't know how to dress up because you absolutely do. Which was the main reason anyways because Mingi kept eyeing you from the couch like a lion preparing to pounce on his prey but as much as he wanted to fuck you in the middle of the room, he didn't know if you'd be open to that.

So he sat by himself, biting his bottom lip while his eyes devoured your whole being. You, who were not even doing anything but stand near the dining area talking to San and Seonghwa with your short skirt and frilly sleeves. On one side, Mingi would like to do nothing but rip every bit of stupid fabric off of you in one tear because how dare they cover you up from his sight? But on the other side, he wanted to appreciate how pretty and delicate and absolutely ethereal you look in mundane clothing. When Mingi's tongue darted across his lips, he could almost imagine how you would taste and the sounds you would make. He had made you sit on his face so many times that the taste of you will forever be embedded in his tastebuds and mind. Just the thought of eating you out in that stupid, stupid skirt made him clench his jaws tightly.

Mingi might think that he's so slick, but in reality, you've been feeling his gaze on you since the moment you detached yourself from his lap and went over to talk to Seonghwa and San. Mingi is rather straightforward when it comes to you and what he wants (so technically you) and even when he wanted to play his feelings off, you knew him better than that. So the whole time you talked with San and Seonghwa, you have been intentionally striking poses that will allow Mingi to get a flash of your skimpy underwear or poses that will accentuate your figure be it your ass or boobs. Mingi, God bless him, loves you for whatever you had to offer him. When asked by Wooyoung whether he was an ass or boob man, Mingi literally said "I'm a (y/n) man," and you made sure to reward him that night by letting him overstimulate you to the point of crying and cockwarm you through the night and wake you up with a rough pounding. Safe to say that was the first time you said I love you to him (his was the first time you went down on him). Not to be a total attention whore, but you loved knowing that Mingi had his attention completely on you even when you two were not in close proximity. It was as if the two of you owned the world and the others were mere decorations.

When San and Seonghwa excused themselves to go get the delivery food that arrived in the middle of San telling you Wooyoung's latest prank attempt that almost resulted in their fridge almost breaking down, you made your way to your boyfriend whose smoulder melted into an adorable pout. You chuckled at the sight and let your body fell into his opened arms with your knees trapping his left thigh and your thigh that was between Mingi's legs rested so close to his crotch. Upon impact, Mingi immediately wrapped his arms around your body, resting his chin rest on your chest as he looked up at you, "Tell me why we can't bail this dinner and just hole ourselves in my room and fuck?" he whined, hands travelling under your skirt to cup your asscheeks in his big and warm hands. Your eyes widened at the sudden gesture and your head immediately shot to where San and Seonghwa were, making sure they didn't see you in such a position. Looking back at your boyfriend, your hand slapped his shoulder as his hands found their way inside your panties to caress the soft skin of the flesh he liked to spank during sex. "May I remind you that you invited me for DINNER and not sex?" you pointed out, lips threatening to curl into a smile at the feeling of Mingi oh so affectionately stroking your ass. Mingi groaned and buried his face between your chest, "You MAY remind me, doesn't mean I have to like it," he grumbled, suddenly biting on the inside of your clothed breast, forcing a yelp out of you.

Sometimes you wondered how you could be so soft for your giant hunk of a boyfriend. Sure, he's tall, muscular, big, and big, but he's your baby just as much as you are his, or maybe even more. You couldn't help but feel bad at his use of dejected voice and you really were planning on staying the night over anyways. So you decided to give him something to hold on to. Literally.

Looking at where Seonghwa and San were (still making sure that the restaurant got their order because your carnivore of a boyfriend and his roommates are very particular about their food) just in case, you pushed yourself slightly back which confused Mingi. He was about to ask what you were doing when you suddenly turned around so your ass was facing him and bent down. The sight of your panties got Mingi's jaw to drop and when you pull them down to reveal your bare cunt, Mingi's mouth immediately felt dry. With eyes glued to the folds where he usually buried his face, Mingi's tongue automatically slipped between his lips and he leaned forward to get a taste. Much to his disappointment, however, you grabbed your panties and turned around. "What are you doing?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. "What are YOU doing presenting yourself to me like that? Now come on, let me get a taste," he whined, grabbing your hips and flipping your skirt up to expose your bare cunt to his eyes. You let out a yelp of surprise when he got close to actually burying his face between your legs. Extreme measures had to be taken so you reached for his throat and pressed on his jugular enough that he choked slightly, allowing you to push him back against the couch, "You are not about to eat me out in the middle of the living room where your friends could see us, you hear me?" The way you sounded so serious and the pressure you put on his throat managed to make Mingi's head spin a little, loving how you took over. You retracted your hand to allow air back into Mingi's lungs, holding yourself back from mauling him from the way his eyes fluttered. You just know that he was getting so aroused.

While Mingi was distracted, you slipped your panties into his palm and leaned close as you heard Seonghwa and San walking back slowly with food. "Something for you to hold onto until after dinner," you said before giving him a soft peck on his cheek and retreating to help Seonghwa and San with the food. It took Mingi a couple of seconds to realize that you were no longer on top of him and just as he was about to be disappointed, he noticed your frilly panties in his hand and he perked up. His head snapped to look for you, giddiness evident in his eyes. You were taking the food out of the plastic bag when you noticed Mingi grinning widely at you, a sight that made you smile to yourself. That smile fell however when Mingi blatantly dangled your panties in front of his face for him to take a big whiff, making a whole show of fluttering his eyelids and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. Your face reddened immediately and you would've screamed had Seonghwa and San seen what Mingi did which thankfully they didn't because San had his back to Mingi and Seonghwa was in the kitchen.

Trying to be as discreet as you could, you gestured for Mingi to stop doing what he was doing but much to your dismay, the man spread your panties in his large hand and stuck his tongue out. You knew where that was going but when Mingi actually took a fat stripe on the spot that made contact with your pussy, your knees almost buckled and you were sure that your face was burning so hot, smoke should be coming out of your ears. It was a miracle San didn't realize what was happening.

Thankfully, Mingi immediately shoved the panties into his pants when Seonghwa called him out for dinner. Yes, he shoved it INSIDE his pants so that his cock wouldn't miss your cunt so much, or so he told you when he whispered directly into your ears as he pulled your chair like a gentleman. Gentleman my ass. What kind of gentleman shoved his hand inside your skirt as he made conversation with his dormmates? What kind of gentleman trace the slit of your pussy as he asked you how you were? What kind of a gentleman stuck one of his fingers between your folds when he pretended to reach over you to get a side dish? Freaky bastard. Nevertheless, the same bastard that made you clench your thighs as you silently hoped your arousal wouldn't stain the cushioned chair. It was bad enough that he was teasing you, but Seonghwa was sitting across him and San was across you, they could've easily seen what Mingi was doing and based on how you were biting your lips, they could've easily made an assumption on what was going on.

You decided that you might want to get some revenge on Mingi. The more he touched you under the table, the bigger your desire grew for him to have a taste of his own medicine. Your opportunity came when Seonghwa said he had prepared dessert for you after knowing that you would be joining them for dinner. Of course, as a polite guest, you offered to help him which means Mingi's hand had to momentarily part with your cunt. But of course, to tease you, Mingi stuck his slick-covered fingers into his mouth as he made eye contact with you, smirking when your eyes once again widened. This time, San noticed the interaction between you two, however, staring confusedly with an eyebrow raised but not saying anything, not even to point the behaviour out.

As you moved around the kitchen with Seonghwa, you made sure to sway your hips as sensually as you can, knowing that your boyfriend was staring at your ass the whole time. It wasn't like he was being subtle about it anyway, you saw how hard he was biting into his chopsticks, he could've bent them easily. Too focused on teasing your horny boyfriend, you almost forgot where you were and what you were doing and it made you clumsy as seen by how you accidentally dropped the spoon Seonghwa handed over to you before he reached for the plates in the cupboard. "Whoops!" you said, bending down to grab the utensils on the floor as you flash your boyfriend your bare, glistening cunt. The sight was enough to elicit a groan out of Mingi which was caught by San, thinking that his friend was hurting. But when San saw that Mingi was staring at something, he instinctively turned to look at what Mingi was looking at too which was a bad idea because he hadn't planned on seeing one of his best friends's girlfriend's pussy on full display. His eyes widened in shock and he so wanted to tear his eyes off but he couldn't, he couldn't even help but be affected, suddenly very aware of the fabric of his underwear that rubbed against his cock when he started shifting around in his seat.

"(y/n)?" San called out mindlessly, surprising you enough to the point that you immediately stood up and turned around. Mingi's daze was also broken when San called out to you and it didn't have to take a damn genius to deduct the fact that San totally saw your pussy, it was all over his face; the shame, the blush, and if you look closer, the way he started to uncomfortably tug on his pants. The three of you stayed in your positions, frozen, not knowing what to do or say while Seonghwa remained oblivious.

You were damn embarrassed to have been caught in that position, flaunting your princess parts (or so Mingi calls your pussy) to your boyfriend's dormmate. Despite it being an accident, the shame was still very much real. You couldn't even dare yourself to look up, not even when Seonghwa asked about the cake he bought. You managed to play it off as you inspected the cake, making up crap on the spot to justify your not looking him in the eyes as you talked to him. What were you supposed to do? You didn't know what to do if San was looking at you which he so totally was and Mingi witnessed all this. He saw how San was sneaking glances at you as his cheeks were tinted red. What caught Mingi's interest was that the blush and San's mannerisms didn't show shame, it didn't even show that he was sorry for even seeing you in such a state, heck, not even disturbance. It was the shade and mannerisms of a man who was appreciating someone in a sexual manner. Mingi didn't like that, Mingi didn't like that one bit. He had hoped that by putting a hand on your thigh San would stop his stare and obvious intrigue but of course, that did nothing.

"You know hyung, I think this cake is great, it's sweet but it's not so sweet," Mingi stated after having a spoonful of cake. "Oh? I think this cake is on the sweeter side," Seonghwa said, raising an eyebrow and trying another bite. Mingi shrugged as he finished his cake, "I don't think so because nothing is as sweet as my (y/n) here," he made a point of winking at you before staring at San in triumph. But much to his surprise, San didn't bat an eye, he wasn't threatened. Heck, he had a look of intrigue and knowing his friend, Mingi realized his mistake of calling you sweet. He was willing to bet his gaming setup that San was totally thinking about how your pussy must've tasted.

Luckily dinner came to an end rather quickly because Seonghwa had to rush out to deal with a Hongjoong emergency (aka Hongjoong had just started unpacking the last of his boxes after moving into the new dorm MONTHS after). There were four of you left alone in the dorm; you, Mingi, San, and damn awkward silence.

"Well," Mingi coughed as he grabbed his dishes from the table ever so slowly so he could get his brain to create some kind of excuse. San stood up while shaking his head furiously, "No, no, you... You leave the dishes to me, I'll take care of them tonight and you can take over my turn next time," San said, smiling to his friend though the smile didn't reach his eyes. Nor was it his usual smile, it seemed rather restricted. Surprised, Mingi blinked confusedly at San, "Uh... It's okay, I can-" "No, you should spend time with your girlfriend. Think of it as me doing you a favour," San cut him off, shifting his eyes at you who was already looking at him with wide eyes. For a moment, San was reminded of the image of your cunt to which he immediately shake his head to erase the image from his head as if he was an etch-a-sketch. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quick enough as Mingi caught the look on San's face and he could feel his blood boil, hating the idea of his friend thinking about his baby's princess parts.

Abruptly, Mingi tugged your arm to stand up, "Thank man, I'll be sure to do you a favour next time," he smiled curtly, wanting to leave the dining area immediately to get some damn privacy. San wasn't surprised that Mingi acted as such because the behaviour was very much similar to the time Wooyoung talked about your tits after a trip to the waterpark. San was just hoping that Mingi wouldn't superglue his mouse to his mousepad before an important game.

Figuring that you were in the clear, you moved to follow Mingi, bidding San a good night and telling him that you had a good time out of sheer politeness. Seeing as you were interacting with him again, San stopped you by calling you, making you turn around while your boyfriend waited by the hallway that led to his room. "I-I," San had to clear his throat, acknowledging that what he wanted to say was rather embarrassing. But he swallowed his shyness and just gave you a smile, "I-I'm sorry for what happened earlier, I didn't mean to look at..." He trailed off as he gestured to your body awkwardly. While you were mortified that he brought up the topic again, you were glad that he didn't explicitly said what he did. Thinking that the situation had passed anyway, you smiled back and shook your head, "No worries San, it was an honest mistake," you assured him.

"For what it's worth," Just as you were about to join your boyfriend, San made you halt your steps once again. You tilted your head slightly which made Mingi feel irked because you were paying his friend too much attention for his liking especially considering the fact that the particular friend had seen something he shouldn't and that Mingi was needy. "You had nothing to be ashamed about, you have a very pretty... Kitty..." San said, not realizing that he had glanced lower at your body and even let his tongue dart out slightly to lick his bottom lip before looking at you straight in the eyes again, "Mingi is indeed a very lucky guy just as we all have said. But tonight I got a confirmation."

You couldn't even answer San when Mingi pulled you into his arms and shielded you away from his apparently sleazy-adjacent friend, "Thanks man but she knows I'm so lucky to have her," he said through gritted teeth. Now he's absolutely pissed.

In a flash, you were tossed onto the bed in Mingi's room. Your body bounced slightly and while you were still in a daze of surprise, Mingi crawled on top of you. "How fucking dare you," he growled, diving down to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. You yelped slightly when Mingi shoved his tongue in your mouth out of the blue. Though he looked pissed because his face looked pissed and he's 6 ft tall with the proclivity to wear anything and everything dark, his kiss showed his real emotion. "Does he not think I already know that I'm so lucky you let me love you?" he whimpered into your mouth when your hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head. "Baby, you know how much I appreciate you for letting me love you, right?" he asked as he pulled away. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his reddened pouty lips and hazy eyes looking at you, seeking for your approval. You lifted your body slightly with one arm as the other went to cup his chin between your thumb and index finger, letting your thumb swipe his puffy bottom lip that was glistening in your mixed spit, "Of course baby. You're my Minnie Minnie Mingi, you're the only man I allow to touch me however you want," you then leaned closer to blow directly to his ear, making him visibly shudder, "You're the only man I allow anywhere near my princess parts," when you bit down to his ear lobe, Mingi's arms buckled slightly and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his cock strained against his pants.

You pulled back slightly and pouted at him, "And... Didn't you say you wanted to have a taste of me?" you batted your lashes at him. That absolutely wrecked Mingi's resolve because in one swift movement, he had pushed you all the way to his headboard while opening your legs widely. When Mingi was face to face with your glistening, pulsating cunt, he couldn't help but stare at it while biting his bottom lip, momentarily appreciating it in all its glory. While it technically was rather embarrassing to have your pussy be stared at like that, it was a regular occurrence for you and you knew you had nothing to be ashamed or shy about. How can you? Mingi worshipped the ground you walk on and it made you feel like a goddess. "Still so fucking wet for me," he said to himself as he swiped two of his fingers on the mess of the wetness. Due to not wearing panties and rubbing your legs together the whole night, your arousal was spread everywhere. While Mingi was very possessive of you, oftentimes saying how he didn't want to waste a single drop of your princess nectar, the sight of the glistening even glittering mess was a sight to behold to him.

"Fuck baby, how can your pussy look and taste even more delicious than that damn cake?" was the last thing Mingi said before he attached his lips to your cunt, eliciting a gasp from you.

Mingi took his time eating you out, truly devouring you whole and enjoying every single second of it. To say that Mingi was obsessed with your pussy was an understatement. It seemed like he knew your body better than yours because he understood what every tic, squirm, moan, and arch of the back meant. He knew that you loved how he use his tongue to trace shapes on you and rather than simply flick and nibble on your clit, you love how he use his nose to bump into it. You had even joked that you knew that Mingi was perfect for you due to his pointy nose. No matter how much you love him bumping his nose on your clit, it can't beat how much he absolutely go batshit crazy when you use his nose to get off when you sit on his face. Just the thought got him grinding his hips on the bed. Seeing this, you grabbed Mingi's hair and pulled his face back, causing him to whine. "Did you just hump your bed? I thought I was the only thing your cock wants to make contact with?" you huffed, pouting at him though only meaning it half-heartedly. Mingi shook his head slightly to loosen your grip on his hair before he leaned his head on the junction of your thigh, peppering kisses on the outer lip of your pussy. "Sorry, I can't help but imagine fucking this pussy... My baby's pussy... My baby's pretty pretty pussy," he moaned before engulfing your cunt once more. Though his mouth was busy pleasuring you, his eyes never left your face. He loved the way your face contorted into pleasure when his tongue breached your hole to gather your slick and push it up to your clit as a lubricant so his nose could move more seamlessly. The intensity of your reaction was what got him excited but the knowledge that he was the one who was doing those things to you was what got him addicted. The best part for Mingi though was when you grabbed his hair to fuck yourself on his face. Your hips went wild to chase the kind of pleasure only he could give. When you use him like that, Mingi feels like he is nothing but a toy you used to get off and he feels honoured above anything else.

Just as Mingi was enjoying the feeling of your arousal down his chin while his tongue was fucking you, your hips stopped moving. Mingi was too into his headspace that he initially didn't notice your halted movements, in fact, his mouth only moved on its own automatically, lapping your juice as he flicked, nibbled, and nudged on the sensitive nub. "Baby," you whined out loud, forcing Mingi to slip out of his headspace momentarily to reply with a low hum as his tongue was busy gathering every last drop of you. "I don't wanna cum on your tongue tonight, I wanna cum on your fat cock. I wanna cum while I ride you," you whined, bordering on begging.

Hearing that you wanted to ride him, Mingi pulled away from your cunt with a smirk, "Oh? My princess wants to ride me using her... What did San called it? Your kitty?" he chuckled mockingly. You whined and kicked your legs slightly, embarrassed that he used such language at you and especially using his friend's words on you. Slowly, erotically, Mingi climbed over your body whilst slowly pulling your top off and shoving it down your waist, "If I feed the kitty my cock, will it purr?" he asked as he leaned down to suck a mark in the middle of your chest. "Can the kitty even take my cock, baby? Can my baby's kitty princess part take my load when I cum inside?" you looked down to see his lips wrapped around your right nipple, "Remember when we had sex the first time? Remember how your pussy can't take me? I barely hung onto my sanity that time because I wanted to make you mine but I had to be gentle. I don't think I can be gentle this time," he pouted, leaving your nipple to leave a string of his spit that later dripped down your stomach. Wanting his cock inside you immediately, you nodded frantically, "Yes! Yes! My pussy is already perfectly moulded to take you, Mingi, please, I will ride you so good, I want your cum in me," your hands were wrapped around his neck tightly as you tried to ground up to his hips, wanting to feel his cock on you immediately.

Luckily Mingi couldn't say no to you especially when you became that whiny for him. It was endearing, really.

With steady hands, Mingi flipped you both over so you were straddling his hips. You leaned back on your arms to stare at the bulge straining against its confines between Mingi's legs with a twinkle in your eyes. You knew what was under his trousers, you've seen it multiple times but it never gets old; the excitement of seeing it strain and then pop up like jack-in-a-box. Well, in Mingi's case, it's jacking into a cunt. But it works. Whenever you are presented with the opportunity to undress Mingi, it always feels like opening a present because it actually feels like a present. How can it not? It's only for you and you get to play with it Mingi always lets you take your time with him as he gets to experience the joy of seeing you thrilled just from seeing him.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his pants and when you unzipped his pants, pulling them down just past the midsection of his thick thighs without bothering to take them off completely, you were shocked to see your panties still there. "Mingi!" you exclaimed as you pulled the frilly, flimsy garment like a magician because as soon as the panty was pulled, Mingi's cock popped up tall, spurting some precum on your thigh. Scratch that, soiled frilly, flimsy garment. Your eyes were wide in surprise and wonder, fascinated with how much cum there actually was and excited with the thought that the same amount of cum would be inside you momentarily. Perhaps more.

Mingi looked away in embarrassment when you showed him your panties, completely forgetting that it was there in the first place. With his arms crossed on his still-clothed chest, Mingi pouted and mumbled out an explanation. "It was all your fault for giving me your panties and letting me play with your pussy during dinner, and then to make shit worse, you flashed me your entire pussy when you know I want to bury myself in it 24/7. That's why I came," his cheeks were red which showcased his embarrassment even more but you couldn't understand why he would be embarrassed for cumming from his own girlfriend's teasing. So you cooed at him as you reached to cup his face, urging him to face you, "Aww, baby you don't need to be embarrassed for cumming in your pants like that. I find it absolutely adorable and it's a great ego boost to know that you were so affected by me," you said as you peppered kisses down his jaw. Mingi's embarrassment slowly faded when you told him you liked how affected he was by you. "Really?" he asked, looking at you who were now trailing kisses up his toned stomach as you pulled his shirt off. Nodding, you didn't let your lips stop their path up to Mingi's nipples, "Of course, sweetie. How can I not love the thought of my baby so infatuated by me?" you smiled against his skin.

All of a sudden, Mingi pulled you up so your face was right in front of his. Inhaling the scent of you sharply, Mingi let out a shuddered exhale before speaking out, "Well, you need to remember that this baby needs to have his cock impaling your pussy, so please, please, pretty please fuck yourself on me."

Finally, after so many back and forth between you two, you moved to position your opening above Mingi's awaiting cock after giving him a soft peck on his lips. You knew Mingi loved seeing himself fill you up and you can't disappoint him so you leaned back and opened your legs to hug his hips perfectly with his tip pressing on your cunt. The heavy tip already provided a thrilling stimulation that got you biting back a squeal. Without warning, you lowered your hips so that Mingi's cock would enter you slowly. Mingi was watching how his cock filled you up very closely with his jaw hanging open due to the warmth your cunt provided. His hand reached to part your pussy lips apart so he could see better, not realizing that you had thrown your head back from the additional pressure he accidentally gave to your pussy. "F-fuck," you whimpered, thighs trembling as you finally got all of Mingi inside you. Even after having sex with him (or the more often making love sessions), you still needed time to adjust to him first before actually jumping into action. Mingi hated seeing you struggle no matter what came after that, so to help you, he gently stroked your thighs with his large and warm hands, "I'm sorry that I'm too big," he pouted. To some, it might sound like a brag, but it truly wasn't and thankfully you knew that.

Copying his expression, you pushed yourself to wrap your arms around Mingi's neck loosely and gave him a small smile, "Why are you apologizing? I love your big, fat cock that got me drooling just from the thought of it," you gave an experimental movement by pulling your hips up to see how he would feel only to find nothing but pleasure that was accompanied by a slight pressure. "I love how you could fill me up for days with your stupid extra large cock," you lowered yourself again until your hips met again and Mingi moaned loudly as he threw his head back, "F-fuck yes! My cock is stupid! It's so so stupid for filling you up so good." Tilting your head to the side, you brought Mingi's face back to yours again, "But do you know what I love most about you?" Somehow Mingi managed to look both sexy and innocent when he shook his head, wanting to hear your answer so obediently. "I love the feeling of your cum being dumped inside me because that's how you truly make me yours, you left a part of you in me and I love it beyond anything else."

At the first roll of your hips, Mingi grunted and let his head fall on your shoulder, wanting to keep you close. But you had another plan which involved him laying on his back on the bed. So you pushed him down by his chest which earned you a whine from the giant of a man but you immediately pressed a finger on his lips, "I'm in charge now and I want you lying there on your back looking pretty while I use your dumb cock." Mingi would've protested had it not for the way you started fucking yourself on his cock with your knees trapping his hips as an anchor for your movements. Sure, Mingi loved fucking you into his bed or making love to you under his sheet on a rainy morning, but this? You taking control over him while being on top? It makes him feel like a king while still being doted on. "You love riding your lover, don't you?" Mingi teased as he moaned, loving how tight you were gripping him. "I do, baby, I so fucking do!" It didn't come as a surprise that you let out a loud moan. You both were very vocal in bed what with Mingi's tease and begs and the praises you gave your boyfriend.

What you didn't take into account was the fact that the door to Mingi's room was never closed. So it shouldn't come as a surprise when San walked past the room only to halt in his tracks, getting the second surprise of the day. San felt like he should say something, but considering how you reacted to him seeing your pussy, San felt like he had to tread carefully. How? No clue, eyes busy looking, brain malfunctioning.

You were so caught up with bouncing on top of Mingi to take notice of your guest. Your whole sense was filled with Mingi and it was just so addicting. On the other hand, Mingi noticed San as soon as the man walked by, having the advantage of facing the doorway. While Mingi as a boyfriend is the type to get jealous and very possessive if he found anyone eyeing what is his, Mingi as a lover has no problem reminding people who you belong to, what it takes to satisfy you, and who was the only person who could do it. Mingi couldn't help but think that it was the perfect opportunity to send a message to San. So he sat himself straight and pulled your body close to his so your chests were pressing together. The sudden movement made Mingi's cock hit a different spot in you, the spot that had you squealing Mingi's name as the muscles of your thighs constrict,

"Aww poor baby, let me take over for you, love," he said sweetly to your ear as he eyed San carefully. San should've run to his room, put on his headphones and blasted something loud but he couldn't, he couldn't stop looking at how his best friend's body was tangled with his lover so intricately, so intimately.

Mingi simply wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the other was anchored on his side while his feet spread slightly and were planted firmly. The way Mingi began thrusting into you was something you couldn't replicate. His pace was fast but his movement was precise, it was rather animalistic and painfully addicting. Your head lolled to rest on the side of his neck as your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, moans spilling out of your mouth incoherently. "Tell me baby, who's making you feel this good?" Mingi asked, eyes maintaining contact with San's, "You! You! You, Mingi! You!" you moaned whimpering when he managed to find your g-spot, causing your legs to snap shut which signalled Mingi that that's where he should be hitting. With precision, Mingi started hitting your g-spot continuously without his speed ever faltering. "Louder! I want everyone to know who you belong to! Who your pussy belongs to!" Mingi smirked when he saw San's eyes widen. "You, Song Mingi! You're the only person w-who- Ah! Who ca-can fuck me l-like this! My body, my pussy, belongs to you, my love, I belong to you!" you cried out pathetically, completely oblivious to the fact that San was listening in the whole time.

It didn't take long for either of you to reach your climax what with being sensitive and having to hold off sex since dinner. You were still sensitive from the way Mingi ate you out so when Mingi began thrusting into you at a bruising strength, you found yourself biting down on Mingi's shoulder, ensuring that a mark would be left behind there. The impact from your bite sent Mingi reeling, with his hips halfway into a thrust, his thighs shook as his ass clenched, cumming hard inside you, painting your insides with his seed. "That's it baby, make me yours. Fill me up so I'm filled with nothing but you," you babbled as your hand reached to stroke Mingis's hair. Mingi's thighs were still trembling slightly as he emptied himself inside of you but at least he was seated down and his body was able to relax slightly, leaning his own head on yours as his grip on your waist remained. The moment felt so intimate that San scurried away to hole himself up in his room. Mingi could only imagine that San was jacking off to him and you fucking, San should only be so lucky to have witnessed not only Mingi's treasure (your cunt) but also the way Mingi made his claim on you.

As you both came down from your high, you remained in your position, not wanting to be separated just yet as you find the other very comforting. Mingi was stroking the skin of your lower back with his eyes closed, enjoying the praises you whispered to him whilst peppering kisses on the skin of his shoulder.

He was content then, being in his own space with the love of his life.

Especially after letting someone who crossed a boundary witness Mingi claiming what is his. Not that Mingi would mind teaching him another lesson.

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Taking you out on a date ||| Genos, Garou, Metal bat

Appreciation post for the teen trio of opm 🤭

She/her pronouns used!

Requests are open anytime <3

Genos

“I apologize, I must have disappointed you.”

Poor boy literally spent DAYS analyzing your likes and dislikes in order to take you out to the perfect date, as you both made plans to go out on the weekend.

He spent so much time trying to sort out potential places to go that he ended up with nothing on the day you both wanted to go out.

He stood there, in front of your door about to pick you up, with the guiltiest expression on his face. (Well as guilty as a cyborg can look, ykwim)

says sorry for about 100 times before he shuts his mouth. You literally have to stop him mid sentence for his explanations to end.

“IT’S OKAY- you could have just asked me where i want to go instead of making it so hard for you. I like Aquariums, why don’t we go there?”

“Oh.”

Feels like the most stupid (person) in the world at that moment. Had he known it was this easy, he probably wouldn’t have gone through such lengths. (He would have. Cuz boy doesn’t realize that he’s in love with you.)

Usually Genos is pretty blunt and forward, i guess that’s why trying to come up with something was so hard for him. For the first time, trying to ask you directly didnt cross his mind, as he wanted to make you happy all by himself.

You both spent the rest of the day at the aquarium, with you admiring the sea animals, and him admiring you. He realized after a while that his gaze was stuck on you, and definitely made a mental note to ask dr. Kuseno if there was something wrong in his system.

EVERY TIME YOU MENTIONED THAT AN ANIMAL LOOKED CUTE, HE PAMPERED YOU WITH INFORMATION ON THAT SPECIFIC ANIMAL.

Like the tension would be all romantic, you’d be looking at glowing jellyfish, and he’d be staring at you, smiling a tinsy bit. Then you’d say something like “look Genos! That jellyfish looks so cute!” And the next second, Genos would turn into a search engine.

“That’s an Aequorea victoria, also sometimes called the crystal jelly. It’s a bioluminescent hydrozoan jellyfish, or hydromedusa. It can be found off the west coast of North America. The species is best known as the source of aequorin, and green fluorescent protein-“

“Okay- thats enough genos.”

All in all, it would be a pretty fun date! Genos would end the day by saying “I really enjoyed going out with you, Y/N-san. Next time I will take you out to someplace even better. No mistakes allowed.”

Garou

“What are you looking at? Don’t you like it?”

Guy heard “let’s go on a date!” And rolled with it.

Though his idea of a “date” might look a bit different.

100 percent took advantage of it when you said “let’s go somewhere you like”

So of course y’all ended up in an all you can eat buffet.

And he won’t be paying for it 💀 (the fee might look a “bit” expensive, make sure you take a good amount of money with you)

Chugs down a plate after the other, so at least the money isn’t wasted.

Once he sees your kind of upset face, he stops taking bites of that real good steak and looks at you confused.

You were happy to spend time with him, you really were, But this just wasn’t what you thought it out to be. Of course you expected it to be at least a LITTLE romantic, even though he wasn’t your boyfriend yet, nor did he know that you liked him.

But sorry to disappoint you, romance is a foreign word for this oblivious man.

If you tell him how you feel about the date though, he’ll give you the widest smirk “you’re happy to spend time with me?” Completely ignoring everything else you said

Once y’all are done eating, he’ll make sure to walk you home, if you’re cold he’ll even hold you. So that’s at least something ?

You have to be REALLY forward and blunt with him, or else all he’ll do is tease you.

If you really wanna make him blush just straight up hold his hand, he won’t do nun. Yelling at you or hurting you is an absolute no for him.

Metal bat

“My sister suggested this place, ya like it?”

Metal bat pretty much has all the knowledge he needs when it comes to girls, as he has to take out and hang out with his little sister a lot.

Most of the time it’s shopping malls where his sister drags him from shop to shop for hours.

So like once they were both shopping for a cute little bag because Zenko had won a piano competition and big brother was proud asf 🤭 and ofc she had realized that he’d be mentioning this one girl from time to time.

“Big bro, why don’t you just take her out on a date?”

But like, we’re talking about a little kid here, so her advice may not be as fitting 😭 she literally only gave him tips on where SHE would like to go.

“If I were her I’d love to be taken to an amusement park, and then he should win me a big unicorn plushy !”

But Metal bat loves his sister more than anything, AND he has 2 brain cells so ofc he’d listen to her, thinking it’d be the best date idea.

A couple days later (he especially took a day off from work for you and told the HQ that they shouldnt call him even if there’s an emergency) he takes you out saying it’s a “surprise”, but once you both stand in front of the amusement park, your reaction isn’t quite what he expected.

It was an kids amusement park. ALL of the rides were fit in for children.

You were happy of course, but metal bat expected you to be fawning over him by now. (That’s what zenko at least told him. Quoting “she’ll be head over heels once you both arrive big brother!”)

“Why are we at an kids amusement park ?”

“My sister recommended it”

“…”

“…”

“Makes sense.”

Well you both already got tickets so all you could do was make the best out of it.

At least the food was good! Metal bat bought you candied apples, chocolate strawberries, cotton candy, everything you laid your eyes on.

And he got you lots of plushies, like, LOTS of plushies.

The kids there did recognize Him tho, so it took a while to get away from the crowd of children wanting autographs and photos.

Metal bat ends up feeling like he ruined your date, so you can see him being kinda upset, after cheering him up though, you both promise to go to a place that both of you could enjoy next time.

He literally has to hold himself back not to spit out the words “i love you” cuz you looked so adorable on that day. (Especially eating the cotton candy)

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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

-  Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood,  they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

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The Things We’ll Miss | John Price x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi!  I'm requesting the "If I give you half my cigarette, will you shut up?" prompt for Captain Price? Price lets the reader take a hit of one of his cigars. Thank you and I love reading your pieces!

summary: you and Price get a chance to sit down and be with one another while you wait to be shipped out 

tws: smoking, swearing

‘Theatre Of Blood’ was playing on the television as Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Perveen, Pahwa, Cohen and Bashar crowded around it while they struggled to sit comfortably on the harsh tiled flooring; blankets around their shoulders as bowls and plates of snack foods and cans of everything from San Miguel to Red Bull were dotted between them all. In three days, you were all expected to be shipped off to some territory far away, a mutual effort between task force one four one and the RAF was far from a common occurrence, but whenever it was needed, your squadron would always hunker down with them while at base, as not only did it boost morale and not only did it allow for the bond between the task force and the squadron to strengthen, but it also gave you an excuse to be with your boyfriend for a while. It had been going on for so long now that it felt less like a way to make things easier and less of a way to keep high command off of your backs, and more like a tradition; more like sitting around and staying with family for someone’s birthday party, more like spending time with brothers and cousins and nephews and uncles. You looked upon the lads with great fondness for a moment, up until Price beckoned you to sit with him. 

He had been sat towards the back of the room, sitting at an old oak table with old wooden chairs, a glass ashtray resting beside a cup of black coffee; he smiled when you decided to sit on his lap, resting against him as you lit up a cigarette and hummed quietly. He didn’t need to say anything, putting an arm around you as he fiddled to get his phone out of his pocket; immediately checking the score from Liverpool’s latest match. He preferred it when it was like this anyway, when things were quiet except the playful bickering between the joint forces, no need to worry about gunfire and anti-aircraft weapons; he could relax properly, he could actually enjoy the time that he was spending with you and the others - not quite one big happy family, but almost certainly something close to it without a doubt. You tugged the ashtray a little closer, and used it as an excuse to steal a swig from his drink before ashing your cigarette. Price couldn’t help but to smile, dipping his hand under your shirt so that he could feel your skin against his own, so that he could be reminded that you were really right there with him, that for the next few days, you could actually be together without a single issue or a single worry or anything of the sort. 

“I’m gonna miss this,” he admitted quietly, taking your cigarette and stealing a drag as he shook his head. “All us lot, sat here an’ watching shit telly.”

You nodded in agreement, taking another quick look at the boys all sprawled out on the floor, bickering and making the absolute worst puns and jokes as they watched the film; but then you felt Price’s thumb gently graze your skin, and you were reminded of what you were going to really miss when you were finally shipped out. “Won’t lie, I’m gonna miss sitting with you more than anything else, John.”

Price hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder as he cleared his throat, watching as you stubbed your cigarette out in the ashtray and stole another swig of his coffee; it was such a small and stupid thing, but if he was honest, he would miss only ever drinking half a cup. “Now, Flight Lieutenant, don’t think about that - we’ll still see each other when we’re out there, you know that.”

“Yeah, but it won’t be the same,” you pointed out. “It’s never the same when we can hardly fucking hear each other because some stupid cunt has set off an RPG right as we’re sitting down for dinner.”

He didn’t want you to think too much about it, didn’t want you to stress yourself out like you did the last time, so he pulled a cigar from his pocket, and he swallowed thickly before he dared to light it, using the clipper lighter he had bought you ages ago, the one with the Union Jack on it. “If I give you half of my cigar, will you shut up?”

“No,” you chuckled, taking it from him and stealing a few drags before you passed it back. “Ta.”

“Only half, mind,” Price warned you softly. “I paid good money for these, you can’t nick the whole lot.”

“Now, John,” you whined playfully. “Do you think so little of me?”

“Yes, Flight Lieutenant,” he grinned, daring to gently kiss your neck. “I think that little of you, because I know what you’re like… you’re a crafty bugger when you know you can get away with it.”

You scoffed, pretending to be offended as you moved so that you were straddling his waist, your hands on his chest as he kept his arm firmly around you, sniffling as he cleared his throat; he leaned back a little, the light catching his facial hair and bringing out the slowly increasing grey speckles that hid amongst the dark brown. He never looked so fucking handsome as he did in that moment. “Then maybe you shouldn’t let me get away with it all the time.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” Price hummed, chewing at the inside of his lip for a moment. “Maybe I oughta start making sure that you don’t get to be so fuckin’ crafty all the time, eh?”

“I’d like that,” you told him, a certain glint in your eye and a teasing tone to your voice that made him clench his jaw as he held the cigar for you, waiting for you to take it and to steal another part of your share. “Thank you, Captain.”

He was glad that you were no longer thinking of the things that you would miss, that you were no longer thinking of the worst case scenarios and that you weren’t worrying about things far beyond your control; he was glad that he could take your mind off of those things, even just for a little while.

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I've noticed you prefer writing for Ace and Sabo but if it's not a bother can I request law x reader. Heavy angst, where law breaks up with his s/o (fem preferably) before leaving to take down doffy and says some nasty things just to hurt her. When in reality he just doesn't want her to follow him because it's dangerous?!? With a Happy ending ig?

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff, happy ending.

Word Count: 1580

It’s not so much a preference, so much as that’s what people request, I write 90% of the requests I receive, so if I get a lot of Ace, I write a lot of Ace. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks, hand over your mouth as you stared at him in shock. Was he really breaking up with you? Was this really your Law? The same Trafalgar Law who had once told you he’d love you for an eternity, who said he’d do anything for you? The dark haired man glared at you, the same cold, hard glare he gave people he hated.

“What? Nothing to say? Are you really so shocked? You’re such a naive little girl, believing every word I said. This is what I hate about you, you’re weak, you’re naive, you can’t ever seem to do anything right.” Law scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away, “I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time here, clearly even someone as stupid as you can understand what’s happening. Your stuff is at the inn, the crew insisted I at least give you that much.” he said before walking away. You felt your legs give out, dropping to your knees as you tried to hold back the sobs. With his back finally to you, Law pulled his hat down over his eyes, tears starting to make their way down his own cheeks. He knew what he’d said had been harsh, but he needed you to hate him, to absolutely despise him. It was for your own good. He’d be facing some tough enemies soon, his plan to take out Doflamingo was going to be dangerous and he couldn’t have you caught in the crossfire. He loved you too much to allow that to happen. So he’d make you loathe him, make you never want to see him again, and it would break his heart every day. You’d slept by his side, listened to his past, and calmed him on his worst days. Never again, he’d never again sleep next to you, spend hours talking to you, feel your arms wrapped around him in comfort. He knew it would hurt, he knew that even in the off chance Doflamingo didn’t kill him, the pain of losing you very well might. But you’d be safe, that’s all that mattered was that you were safe. You were strong, you’d move on, you’d grow and change, you’d find happiness elsewhere, happiness that wasn’t with him. That thought struck a dagger through his heart. You wouldn’t be happy with him. The happiness that he’d wanted to share with you always was no longer something he could have. But he wouldn’t risk losing you to Doflamingo, he’d lost too many people already. His parents, his sister, Cora-san, he wouldn’t lose you too and especially not to Doflamingo. At least this way, even if he suffered for the rest of eternity, you’d be alive, you’d find happiness, and that’s what mattered. 

Slowly, you made your way to the inn and up to your room, the sobs finally escaping you as you collapsed onto the bed. You knew you weren’t the strongest person in the world, you knew you made mistakes, but you were only human. The things Law had said, however. Were you really that useless? Did he really hate you that much? It wasn’t until you’d cried yourself to sleep that the tears finally stopped, falling into a semi-peaceful slumber, one filled with dreams of happiness, happiness with Law by your side. But the moment you woke up, it all fell away, once more leaving you to sob as your heart bled. You desperately wanted to remove it, to rip your heart out, maybe then, maybe if you didn’t have a heart, maybe it wouldn’t hurt. But you couldn’t and it still did, leaving you with nothing to do but sob. Soaking the pillow with more tears.

It was months later that Law saw you again, having arrived at Dressrosa. At first he’d thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, then perhaps an illusion caused by one of Doflamingo’s men. Maybe even a trick by Doflamingo himself to try and get to Law. But it wasn’t. Nobody, no illusion, nothing could capture your beauty, the radiance that shone from your heart, the smile that seemed to light up every cell in his body. Worse yet were the things you knew, you knew things that nobody else knew, the things that you said to him as he stared at you in a mix of shock and pain. Sitting against a wall, hands chained behind your back, you stared at the floor. It had been a few weeks after Law had left you that Doflamingo found you. He insisted that Law still had a soft spot for you, that you were his weakness. So he took you with him to Dressrosa, not caring about your protests. You knew not to mess with the Warlord, having heard the many tales from Law, but he didn’t leave you with many options. Now here you were, once again in front of Law and proving that you were just as weak as he’d said you were. The tears came back again, as they always did, spilling over the man who didn’t love you.

“Let her go! She isn't a part of this!” Law demanded, though his words barely reached you.

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong. I know how much you care for her, how you’d do anything for her. You tried to drive her away, tried to make everyone think you hated her. That’s why you broke up with her in the middle of a crowded street in a big city, it’s why you made it so obvious, so everyone would know that you didn’t have a weakness. But I know you Law, I know it was all just an act, did you really think I wouldn’t find out? That you could fool me?” Doflamingo chuckled, using his strings to pull you close, “maybe I should teach you a lesson, teach you why you shouldn’t get too close to people.” you felt something pressing against your neck, a small trickle of blood slowly making its way down.

“Leave her out of this!” Law shouted, struggling against the sea stone cuffs as best he could. He knew he couldn’t deny it, not to Doflamingo, so he’d try and save you, try and keep you alive, but the sea stone was draining his energy and he couldn’t do anything to save you.

“I mean nothing to him, Doflamingo, please, just… just kill me quickly. I’m already dead.” you muttered, the tears falling faster. You didn’t want to suffer, but you felt like you’d died the day the Law had broken your heart and left you on that island. 

“I don’t think you realize how wrong you are, you mean everything to him and he’d do anything to not see you hurt, all the more reason to kill you slowly. I’m sure your agonized screams will tear him apart.” he said with a chuckle. Hesitantly, you looked up at Law, seeing the concern in his eyes. His hatred for Doflamingo had taken a backseat to his love and worry for you. You were in trouble and he desperately wanted to save you. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t lie to you about this. He couldn’t hide his feelings for you, not when you could be killed at any moment, the light of his life snuffed out in an instant. A sob escaped your lips as he mouthed the three little words to you. He always did that when you were out in public, telling you he loved you without saying the words aloud. A crash drew your attention away from Law, the room suddenly becoming a scene of chaos.

Law held you close, your face buried in his chest, hands gripping his shirt while he stroked your hair, placing small kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.” he whispered now that the two of you had a moment alone. You could hear the regret in his voice as easily as you could feel him shaking as he held you, “I couldn't protect you. I tried to keep you away from the battle, tried to keep you safe, but I broke your heart and still put you in harm's way. I’m sorry, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m so sorry.” Law said, trying to hold back his tears. You just shook your head, confusing him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him closer, hands grabbing fistfulls of his clothes as you clung to him, as if he’d disappear if you didn’t.

“I can’t stay mad at you, I never could. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but I couldn’t, I can’t, hate you. I can’t not forgive you because you love me. You love me so much that you were willing to break your own heart for me. I hate what you did, I think you’re the world’s biggest idiot, but I love you too much.” you mumbled, your own tears starting to seep into his clothing, “just please, please don’t try and do things by yourself anymore, don’t try and cut me out of your life anymore. I can’t help but love you and I want to be by your side.” you said, feeling him nod, his head resting on yours.

“Never again, I promise, I swear I’ll keep you with me forever.” he swore, the two of you just standing in the field of flowers, holding each other as you enjoyed being reunited and together again.

[kats-fic-recs]

My favorite Kuroken fics <3

In Another Castle

Kenma feels his face go hot. People have to be looking at them. They’re having a fight in front of a real estate agency. But he doesn’t look away, and musters the courage to say, “Kuro, I want you to live with me.”

The Whole Of The Moon

Tetsurou has never thought about it before, but right now, he is absolutely and thoroughly terrified.

Because he’s so, so in love, and he’s always known that Kenma is it for him, but what if he’s not it for Kenma?

Or: a Kuroken soulmate AU in which both of them suffer and there's communication in all the wrong ways

Not For Nothing

Kuroo-san never says no to you,” Shouyou says

Not Your Mother's Hot Toddy

Kuroo always knew he would eventually end up killing someone for Kozume Kenma, he just thought he would have a lot more time to prepare.

Or: Kenma's hungry, Kuroo's bad at thinking on his feet, and Shouyo just wants to make friends in the city.

Live From the Lonely Hearts Club♡

(Kodzuken lets out a sigh that cuts so deep, it nearly startles his cat off his lap.)

I think I’m being obvious. I probably don’t need to spell it out for you guys. It’s clear as day, isn’t it? I’m fucking in love with my best friend. And I have been for a very long time.

So it pains me to say that I think I’ve made the stupidest mistake of my entire life. Because a week ago, T asked me if I wanted him to be my fake boyfriend.

(Kodzuken drags his hands over his face.)

And I’m pretty sure I said yes.

*

Kenma is so stupid. When did he become so stupid? He’d always thought he was kind of smart, but maybe he’s been stupid this entire time.

five snapped heartstrings

“From the day you are born, you have a countless number of strings wrapped around the ring finger on your right hand. These strings extend out to all of your potential soulmates. As you grow and make choices in life, one by one the strings will slowly begin to fall away until you’re left with one. At that point, your one true soulmate will be waiting for you on the other side.”

-

Kenma was seven, and he was certain of one thing. He wanted Kuroo Tetsurou to be his soulmate.

it's like a summer shower

Kenma’s breath catches at the memory, and then he’s blurting out, “Do you still have it?”

“Have what?”

“…the recipe,” Kenma replies haltingly. A pause. “And maybe some pictures for how it looked all set up.”

“Kenma…” his mother says breathlessly, and he’s honestly not sure if she sounds awed or horrified. “Are you going to attempt to make it?”

-

It's Kuroo's and Kenma's anniversary and Kenma wants to do something different - cook him dinner. He regrets the decision pretty much immediately.

crushed little stars

When Kenma was 13, he swore to himself that he would never, ever get star tear disease.

Three years later, he met Hinata Shouyou.

A purrfect match

"Hi Uncle Tettsun!” Nozomi says without moving an inch. “There's a kitty cat under here."

Tetsurou sighs, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. There's been a dramatic increase in the number of cats hiding under homes or dumpsters or in trees lately, ever since the Kozume family's latest announcement. People have been chasing them down, knowing that whoever takes the key from the royal cat's collar will be allowed to marry the crown prince.

[Five times Tetsurou meets a cat, and one time he meets a human instead].

The Space Between Thinking and Feeling

“She might have assumed that we were dating and I might not have corrected her, yes.”

Kenma’s eyes are caught in a frenzy. Tetsurou isn’t sure why he’s that upset about this specific part of the story. “Why?” Is all Kenma asks.

Tetsurou shrugs. “I don’t know. She invited you to the wedding. I want you to come. It just seemed easy.”

“Dating me seems easy?”

“Pretend dating.”

(OR Tetsurou doesn’t want to go to his mother’s wedding alone. Good thing he has fake-boyfriend Kenma to tag along.)

Wallpaper Heart

Tetsurou walks into their apartment, aware of his feelings for the first time. It’s a weird sensation, like remodeling a house, and finding out there was a hidden door to an extra room behind the old yellowed wallpaper in the hallway. Now that he knows it’s there, he wonders how he ever missed it – wonders when the wallpaper went up in the first place, when it started keeping him out.

(OR Tetsurou's adventures in pining)

even if you're ahead for a bit, i will catch up

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

The Ghost Of The Future Is Awake In The Attic

Sika stags have a whole repertoire of courting behaviour that does not overlap with a human’s flirting one bit.

This, perhaps, should not come as a surprise to Tetsurou.

Or: The one where Kenma is a sika deer shifter, Kuroo isn’t, and Kuroo decides the logical thing to do is to court Kenma. The deer way. Despite the fact that he has no idea how deer shifter courting works.

When the Stars Threw Down Their Spears

"It’s hard to understand the hierarchy when a school like Nekoma exists, putting them all together like they belong, but by the time Kenma enters high school he understands the difference. Kuroo is a black panther, rare and precious; a large predator stronger than most any other foe.

Kenma is a calico housecat. His coloring is uncommon, but he is not special."

Shapeshifter!AU. Kenma struggles with a culture and the rules of courtship.

Ad Astra Per Aspera

The important parts of his life aren’t stored in the cement where he bled out, or among the familiar backdrops of his hometown. Home is curled up on a secondhand couch a few cities away, probably bitterly cursing his guts but still waiting for him to walk through the door.

The city has long since forgotten what happened to Kuroo Tetsurou.

…But Kenma didn’t. Kenma never would.

Kenma’s soul recognizes Kuroo Tetusrou even when his eye does not.

He’s been waiting an eternity for him, after all.

route 51 to your heart has been delayed by 20 minutes

The hottest man Kenma has ever seen shares the bus with him regularly. Under no circumstance is he ever going to do anything about it.

Not intentionally, at least.

Speak Easy, Lie Gently

Kenma’s invited back home to celebrate Christmas. Unbeknownst to him, his parents had invited a guest: his ex-boyfriend.

[hee0soo]

Visitors

Summary: Break is over and someone is getting a few visitiors...

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

March 2019

It´s been a week since Heeyoung had stayed at the leader’s childhood home and while the girl has had doubts in the beginning, she couldn´t say that going there was something she came to regret!

The rest of the boys, minus Seonghwa who had been happy for her, were a little pouty upon finding out that their Noona had chosen the captain over them but quickly came around when they saw the cloud of guilt hovering over the girl.

Hongjoong threatening them with his room might also have been part in it but Heeyoung didn´t need to know that!

Yunho however, was a little harder to sway and he stayed pouty for a few more days.

Wanting to know why she hadn´t told him that she had planned to stay alone. He would have taken her to Gwangju without question!

After the week was over and the members had gone back to the dorm, preparations for their upcoming mini album had started right away!

The members were back inside the recording booth, rehearsing choreography, getting fitted into their future stage out fits for Wave and filming various content for Atinys.

Sweaty and slightly out of breath, Heeyoung took a sip out of her water bottle before squatting on the ground, trying to get some air back into her lungs.

Next to her, Yeosang was trying to avoid Sans kisses. Almost falling over his Noona in the process of getting away!

Screeching Wooyoung came up behind the girl to wrap his arms around her!

“Aish Woo-ah, stop that! You´re sweaty!” she pleaded but made no move to shrug the boy off.

Wooyoung gasped dramatically.

“I. do. NOT! How dare you say that?”

The words had barely left his mouth when Heeyoung felt a drop of said sweat fall onto her exposed shoulder.

Grimacing at the younger, Heeyoung rolled her eyes, whipping away the offending fluid with the boy’s shirt.

The door to the practice room opened and inside came the manager, followed by someone who made Heeyoung freeze in Wooyoung arms!

The dancer tensed at the sudden stiffness of his small Noona and he looked over to the door he had ignored up until now.

“Heeyoung-ah, you have some visitors. Could you follow us to the conference room for a moment?” The manager asked gently, giving the girl a friendly smile.

At this point, the rest of the members had also noticed the newcomer.

Just like Heeyoung, the two other thirds of Matz grew tense alongside Yunho.

They were the only members who were able to recognize the visitors as for who they were, but they bowed polity none the less!

Not being able to utter a single word, the girl removed her younger friend from her back. Wooyoung easily complied but didn´t step away from her.

As it became clear that Heeyoung had absolutely no intention of moving towards them, the woman standing next to the manager raised a perfectly plugged eyebrow at her. The man next to her seemed just as unimpressed.

“Stop staring like that Heeyoung-ah, at makes you look incredibly stupid! We don´t have all day so stop dawdling around and get moving! And where are your manners?” Her voice was harsh as she snapped at the girl still in shock.

The switch from shock to no emotion was instantaneous!

Heeyoung felt numb as she dropped into a deep bow. Deeper than any of the members had ever seen her bow to anyone!

Her posture was suddenly immaculate! Back straight and head held high, she came up from her bow only to very clearly address the impatient looking woman.

“I apologize, eomeonim. I will be the joining you in just a moment to and-“

“Daughter I don´t have all day! Just get moving so we don’t have to stay in this….” Her mother looked around the room in disgust before continuing.

“…company, any longer!”

Heeyoung could almost feel the burning gaze of her members on her but she couldn´t look at them. Or more like she wasn´t allowed to look at them!

“Of course eomeonim!”

It was enough for her mother and father to turn on their heels and exit the room again.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, chaos erupted between the boys.

Seonghwa made his way to the shell of the girl he loved and cherished like a sister but Heeyoung sidestepped him with a sudden grace he wasn´t used to. None of them were!

It was like the girl had been exchanged with an entirely different person! In a sense it was true…

The Heeyoung the boys were seeing now was not a side any of them knew as none of them had witnessed it before.

Ignoring them, the female member hurried after the manager and the people she had to call her parents to the closest conference room.

Her mother had placed her designer hand bag on the table in front of her. Sitting down in one of the chairs her perfectly manicured fingers were clasped together and the subtle make up on her face made her look like an angel!

The fact that Heeyoung would rather give her horns and a devils tail was something she kept to herself!

Her father had sat down next to his wife, glaring at something behind his daughter.

Unbeknownst to her, Yunho and Hongjoong had come after her.

The two boys were hesitant about leaving the girl alone with her parents!

“Sit down daughter.”

It was an order and Heeyoung knew it.

Without a word, the boys stepped in too but refrained from sitting down at the conference table but still in close proximity so they could step in if needed.

This was promising to get ugly and all 3 of them knew it!

Taglist: @andjeoidjavo @sunghoonieee @stopeatread @neohyxn

[cookycherry]

Mile Long List: Jeong Yunho Oneshot

Part 2 will be coming after my friends said they needed to find out more lol

Pairing- Yunho x reader

Genre- smut, airplane sex, fem!reader, established relationship, mile high club

Warning-smut, airplane sex, sex on a sink, unprotected sex

Word count-2,277

Summary-Your boyfriend Yunho and you have an ongoing list to cross off, about time you checked Mile High club status off of it.

“Ok, so I packed some snacks and I made sure to bring an extra charger.” You began rummaging through your bag while Yunho watched, smiling and staring at you in pure adornment.

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark fringe, “Y/N, you know this is a private jet. Literally they have everything.” He smiled while his eyes were closed and rested his head back on the headrest.

You looked around the flight cabin, this was like a mini resort in the sky.

Hongjoong was plugging away on his laptop, Seonghwa was napping with a mask pulled over his eyes, Wooyoung and Yeosang were in deep hushed discussion while watching some movie, Junho was fighting allowing sleep to take over, Mingi absolutely was zoned out listening to some music while he looked out the window and San was stuffing his face with some snacks he grabbed from the Incheon airport last minute. Everyone was in their own world.

This was drastically different from your own budget flying experiences. Packed like sardines in a stuffy flight, no leg room and a screaming baby in front of you. You had to admit, you were learning there were some perks to dating an idol celebrity.

Yunho tucked some of your hair behind your ear, “I do appreciate the thought though. It’s cute.” He leaned in close and his eyes held yours. His full lips parted in a playful smile, he looked like he wanted to say something and instead chuckled to himself. You watched as Yunho adjusted the ties on his oversized hoodie, pulling the hood up and then stretching his long legs clad in those black denim that did something to your psyche. Your lips parted ready to ask what it was he seemed to want to ask but then he turned looking like he was going to ask a stewardess for something.

You looked out the window unsure what you expected besides just an endless array of clouds. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed when Yunho had placed his hand on your thigh and wiggled his thumb against your leggings.

“Wanna kill some time?” Yunho asks, his dark eyes harsh and his face mischievous. You had been dating for some months now so knew when he was up to something. Yunho then removed his hand from its position on your middle thigh and waited.

You bit your lip while you searched your brain for an idea that didn’t involve sitting and watching movie after movie for 7 hours. “How about,” you tapped your index finger on your chin as you thought, Yunho waiting patiently. “How about 20 questions?” Immediately, you felt stupid for such a childish suggestion. Yunho appeared to be pleasantly surprised, “Sure, why not. Ladies first.”

You pouted your lips in thought and sighed to yourself.

“One place you want to visit you haven’t already.”

Yunho nodded his head at the question, thinking probably of everywhere they had traveled to.

“Down under.” Yuho playfully upturned his mouth at the inudeno.

You breathily laughed, “Creative.”

The volley of questions went back and forth until it was Yunho’s turn again. He asked something and it was as if your entire brain shut down and went dark. You felt your face heat as you watched his perfect lips form the question again.

“Have you had sex on a plane?”

Holy shit. It felt like the air cabin lost air circulation. You choked on the spit that was collecting in your throat.

At your shocked expression, clearly plastered on your face, his lips curved into a cocky smile. His head tilted slightly, his fringe parting and falling a bit into his intense eyes. Since you started dating you were constantly jumping eachother any chance you got and both were crossing erotic scenarios off your respective sex bucket lists; your personal favorite was playing doctor but that was different than now. Now, it was a plane and a plane full of his friends who had become your friends. This side of him was making your heart pick up its pace and your breathing became erratic. “No, I haven’t. Besides, isn’t it illegal ?” You playfully laughed through your nose seeing what more he would say to this.

He cocked his head to the side, continuing to study you, “Yeah, if it's on a public aircraft. Not a private one. Also I haven’t either,” He smiled his perfect smile. “But one day I’d like to.”

You quickly turned in an attempt to hide your face that you knew was as bright as a tomato, but Yunho knew you better than that. Yunho leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at you. He chuckled again quietly to himself before returning back to resting against the seat.

Your heart beat rapidly as seconds went by. He cleared his throat and asked, “Would you?”

You turned back towards Yunho, taking in his words and holding a deadlock with his eyes. “I mean,” you popped up from your seat a smidge to take a quick survey of the other members, all the same as before and unaware of anything going on around them, you then shoved yourself back down, “Check it off the list.” He smiled at your agreement. You then pushed your thighs together at the feeling that was emitting from your core, one that he had a power over you with a single look.

He began to get himself up, exhaling a breath, “I’ll meet you in there in 5 minutes.” He motioned his head towards the bathroom sign. You watched as he pushed himself up and sauntered over to the bathroom through a privacy curtain at the rear of the plane.

You watched intently for the minutes to pass and no one seemed to care or appear phased at the lack of Yunho present. When it seemed that enough time had passed you pushed yourself to your shaky legs and made your way, careful to not draw attention out of the ordinary. There was a bathroom at the front if someone happened to need it. You now stood outside the bathroom door, your body overheating with anticipation. With shaky hands you raised an arm and twisted the handle, revealing it to be open. You then quickly peered inside and instantly locked eyes with your boyfriend. As you stepped into the small room and closed the door behind, Yunho smiled. He stepped closer as he spoke. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,’”he ran a hand down your cheek gently, “Are you nervous?”

You swallowed hard, his flirtatious actions making you weaker by the second. You gave him a tiny nod in response and he let his hands trail down your sides and onto your hips.

“Fuck, honestly me too,” he whispered and he began pulling down your leggings and panites then hastily pulling up your sweatshirt , “But I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry.”

You hop onto the small airplane sink to get yourself into position, looking at his determined face made you even more desperate for him to be inside you.

“Did anybody see you?” he quickly asked, watching you with awe as you grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled him closer to you. He softly laughed at the sight of you being so desperate for him now. His hands landed on your hips, tugging your body closer looking at your bare skin eager for him.

“Nobody saw me. ” You murmured, he sighed in relief as he pressed his lips on yours at the same time as his grip on your hips got stronger when he started rubbing his still clothed cock on you. Concealed moans filled the room. “Don’t worry now.” He said, making you let go of the thought of being caught when his hand slipped between your legs and hovered over your core.

Your hands traveled all the way down his upper body, from his shoulders to the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease. You reached straight inside his pants to make him feel equally good as he made you feel right now, grabbing his thick shaft, stroking up and down all the way of his length. He bucked his hips in response, a cocky and satisfied smile appearing on his lips. It looked so hot that you yourself whined a little in need.

“Get down on your knees for me, babygirl.”

He demanded and you gladly obeyed as soon as he had stepped back, making space for you in front of him. When you sank to the floor, you pulled his pants along, his hard dick finally able to spring free with his tip almost caressing your cheek. You licked your lips while looking up into his eyes, signaling him how much you loved the sight of his erection and then firmly grabbed the base of his shaft. Wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, you watched him throw his head back in pleasure, your hair wrapped around his knuckles the way he probably imagined it before, moans escaping him with your every move.

Your head bobbed back and forth, sucking hard on him, stroking whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and moaning deeply because you knew just how much he loved to feel the vibration. Your free hand was located on his thigh, digging your nails into his flesh which would surely leave a mark or two for him to remember.

His hard cock twitched against your tongue, making him feel so good that he murmured your name under his breath every now and then. But then he suddenly grabbed a hold of your shoulders, quickly pulling you back up, helping you to hop back on the sink and keeping you steady by placing his hands on your upper legs.

With his eyes locked on yours, he placed himself at your entrance. With his hand wrapped around his own length, he started rubbing the tip along your wet slit. If it weren’t for his one hand still pushing down on your hip, you would have pushed yourself onto him, not able to endure any more of his teasing. But he loved nothing more than to see you melt under his touch.

“Please Yunho…” you begged him, licking along his neck to taste his salty sweat which also made him bite his lip at the feeling.

Finally, he sank into you, making it almost painful for both of you as he took his time. He panted at the intensity of you being so tight around him. You threw your head back against the mirror and clung to his shoulders for further support as he thrust his wet dick into you harder and faster each time. One of his hands had found their way back up to your neck, pulling you close and slamming his lips onto yours, groaning into your mouth, only breaking the heated kiss to gasp for air again.

Each time he rammed into you harshly, heated whimpers left your lips right next to his ear, only encouraging him to go deeper.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Judging by the way he breathed and how his thrusts weren’t as steady anymore, he probably felt the sensation build up in him quickly. Hearing his husky voice let shivers rush through your body, all bundling up where he wanted you to touch yourself.

You let a hand drop between your own legs. Bucking your hips to meet his, you let your fingers rub over your swollen nub, driving you closer to your own release.

There was physically no way for him to be buried deeper inside you, still, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed yourself against him as hard as you could, crying out by the way he hit just the right spot now.

The longer he fucked you, sensually moving your lips together when your breathing allowed it, the more you felt your climax building up in your core, not able to hold it in much longer because he felt so good sinking in and out of you with ease.

“I’m so close…please don’t stop.” You begged with a shaky voice, clenching tighter around him by the second. He used his last bit of strength to slam into you once harder, pulling you closer with a grip on your hip, almost lifting you off of the sink in the heat of the moment that clouded both of your minds. Breathing each other’s air because your foreheads were pressed together, only added up to your dizziness.

“Come…” he grunted. “Come for me, y/n.”

That was all that you needed, his dark voice cooing out your name pushed you over the edge, letting your climax shatter through your entire body while you cried out.

The feeling of you contracting around his cock ensured that he released himself into you only shortly after that intense orgasm of yours. Grunting deeply, a mixture of curse words and your name slipped out of him, as well as the sexy sight of him throwing his head back one last time.

Both of you took a minute to come down from your high, falling back into normal breathing and a calm heartbeat. He pulled out of you, grabbing his pants from the floor and throwing them on quickly. The sight of his sweaty forehead with his hair sticking to it formed a smirk on your face. As he picked your underwear and held it out to you, you still smirked at him, “So, what’s next on our list?”

He laughed, trying to fix his appearance after glancing into the mirror for the first time.

“Hmm, you camera shy?”

[chainofclovers]

(apparently i will never stop having) ted lasso s3 thoughts

It was such an interesting and weird experience to mostly really like TL s3 because it kind of felt like agreeing to go on a vacation with a large group of people and at the end I was like "well there were some ups and downs but that was a good time and I'm going to put together a scrapbook of this special vacation that broke my heart in ways I kind of appreciated" and then many fellow travelers were like "I can't believe I was stupid enough to get tricked to go on this shitty vacation and that we're all having such a bad time." And also it was like that at every checkpoint throughout the travels. I obviously wasn't alone in loving plenty of things about the season; I feel lucky that there are people who feel similarly enough to me that it wasn't totally lonely, and also of course it doesn't truly matter that everyone has different opinions about the same thing. I don't need a bunch of identical opinions to feel like I've earned the right to my own. It's more that there were multiple points where I was genuinely questioning whether my brain was just working totally differently in a way I should actually explore more because of how I felt about the intentions/intentionality and execution behind certain things on the show. Things that if I'd been watching sans fandom experience but with a similar level of obsession, I think I'd have been pretty unphased by and peaceful with. And it made me genuinely sad to feel like so many people I care about were having such a bad time with something that I, for whatever reason, was just having a mostly good time with in ways that I wish I could have transferred over.

Also, I'm clearly still trying to figure out how I feel because I did have an extremely emotional reaction to the show ending, more akin to something deeply earth-shattering happening in my own actual 3d life. There was a 72-ish hour period in which I cried more than I had in probably a year or two combined before that. I cried in the bathroom at a baseball game because baseball >>> sports >>> Ted. I cried about things I wanted to see on my screen that I did not get to see. I cried about the absolute unfairness of a human being only being able to exist in one physical space at a time. I cried about having a community that was centered around a shared interest and the sheer stress that goes into that. All through the summer and even now, although I am no longer crying about Ted per se, I feel like my ability to cry is way more close to the surface than it used to be.

So it's not that I had some kind of super simple reaction to the show that just made me willing to bop along to everything, even if some of my crying was just about mourning the end of something and appreciating it. There are definitely things I'd change if I'd been involved, including:

Zava's presence would have been a far more short-lived dalliance with the team that would allow them to do the same exact stuff in terms of Zava's recruitment allowing the show to more explicitly discuss Rupert's manipulation of both Rebecca and Nate (I loved that Zava initially felt like a device that would allow Rebecca to make those observations with full awareness that this is what was happening to Nate, and I thought her backstory coupled with Nate's scenes with Rupert were super well done)...but it would not have dragged into so many other episodes (and this would have freed up time for one of the main things I felt was missing, which was a more explicit discussion of the legacy of coaching, which Ted and Roy [and also Beard and Trent via the book and eventually Nate] all needed more room to discuss)

Shandy's role in KJPR would have been more explicitly about mentorship and its limitations and would have afforded Keeley more onscreen contemplation time

Instead of backtracking into raging out with jealousy over Keeley in the final episode, Jamie and Roy would have had their fight sooner in the season and would've spent the finale navigating the ambiguities of simply not knowing what was going to happen with all their relationships (which is what we basically get in the montage, and I believe those characters would get there, but even as a non-linear progress enthusiast I found their final scenes together annoying after having really loved most of their scenes together throughout the entire series...I have no trouble believing that Roy and Keeley would likely reunite in the future, or that they might really pull off the throuple, and I didn't personally need to see that happen on my screen, but I did want a more concretely sunk in growth moment for Roy)

One (1) fewer ambiguous facial expression from Michelle Keller, please, mostly because of how much I've hated talking about it

Ted and Roy would have gotten a goodbye(-for-now) that alluded to their overlapping traumas and things they had observed about each other and appreciated in each other

BUT. In general, I felt like the characters were never unrecognizable (including Ted in 3x12, who was not emotionless and dead inside and cruel and would not need to grovel if/when he returns to the UK and I will totally die on that hill), and the various missed opportunities and unfinished business and open-ended trailings off into the future did nothing to ruin the perfect beauty of s1 (which will always be soooo special and great) or the (often more clunky than s3 in my opinion) complications of s2 (which I did love in its way).

I think I'm just basically at my core someone whose favorite show is this one? So I'd rather, when my brain presents the options, take the more generous interpretation of certain things in a way that allows me to engage more fully than I would otherwise, if disappointment was ruling my viewing experience. And I think a kitchen metaphor is the only way I can make sense of this whole experience and why I'm kinda here for it and find post-canon a compelling place to explore.

I think of a cook performing mise en place to get a dish ready to cook. Or a baker getting all their ingredients out on the counter so they can more easily assemble the cookies or whatever. But if you're making more than one thing, which I think Ted Lasso the show was doing (and your mileage may vary on how well that went), you've got your assembled thing in the oven and then you're also doing prep for the next thing and you're loading the dishes in the sink from the old thing and it's kind of a constant state of prep and action and clean-up. And agree with it or not, s3 ends when pretty much every character has a messy kitchen. I absolutely include Ted in this. The montage at the end feels like Ted's attempt to neaten up the kitchens of every person he knows so that he can survive making his choice to take a long physical break from actually being in those kitchens. (Linked post describes how I feel about that scene, which I do think was reality rather than a dream, but highly filtered through one person's consciousness.)

(((Whispers: and the thing that mystifies me the most about fan reactions--other than the literal threats of violence against creators--is the whole "I guess Ted and Rebecca didn't have any meaningful connection after all and the parallels were just accidents or cruel jokes" thing...which is not something I have really read or seen online much recently at all if you're wondering. Because their parallel journeys matter so much! And the main way I can make sense of it all is by feeling like they did have all the ingredients out for the meal that would allow them to have gotten together during the 3 season arc, and because of Ted's very necessary choice they could not do that, and that doesn't mean the ingredients and their particular arrangement are meaningless even if hurts. That is genuinely what I see. And I completely understand why the missed opportunities or lack of acknowledgment of certain parallels is frustrating, but what i don't understand is the belief that the things we actually did get shouldn't have even been there if they weren't gonna kiss. I feel similarly about where Ted and Beard end up, actually, but that may be a post for another time [or the inside of my brain only] because I'm already very self-conscious about how long this is. The "Jason I am in your walls what was the reason for any of this" stuff just makes me feel so. Incredibly. Tired. The reasons were in the show!)))

Ted Lasso's finale attempted to put one last dish in the oven and bake it and bring it out, but just behind the outstretched arms with the neatly presented dish is a kitchen (a whole ensemble's worth of kitchens) in absolute disarray, no matter how much good stuff the characters have learned about mise en place and being a loving person and all that. Because the dishes literally never stop when you're a person, and neither does the hunger. I am not necessarily interested in analyzing how other shows whose endings I've loved or hated handle their character's figurative kitchens, but I do think that the way this show handled it is a big reason why the finale (and whole final season) was so divisive. I would love to remain as happily obsessed with it as I am while figuring out how to feel less intense feelings about how much some of the communal elements of it stress me out! I am an adult! I get how opinions work! I just have lots of feelings, I guess. :/

[mblue-art]

I HEARD SOMEONE SAY THAT THEY'RE CALLING LUST AND CROSS TO BEAT YOU UP FOR NOT CALLING YOURSELF COOL. SO I'M HERE TO MAKE SURE THEY DO.

Lust burst through the door without hesitation, nearly knocking it off the hinges if Cross didn't steady it immediately after.

"M, MY LOVELY DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Lust, you don't need to shout-" Cross tried to get him to calm down, but the Lust Sans was on a mission.

"Now hold it just a minute-" Lust pulled away from Cross as soon as he got a glimpse of you. "M! I heard that someone was denying you of the obvious compliments that you deserve." He chuckled as if someone had said something amusing. "- and that someone was you." He quickly took your face into his hands, pulling it close to his, barely inches away as he looked into your eyes with a smoldering intensity. "But that can't be true, right? You? You? My amazing, stunning, and absolutely wholesome koala bear? Anything less than a compliment of perfection isn't allowed - especially not someone denying it, right?" He looked over his shoulder at Cross. "Right?" There uh... was a little bit of a threat behind that 'question'.

Although, it wasn't as if Cross would have denied it. "M-mhm." He replied, nodding bashfully as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side with a blush he tried to beat down. "Of course... she's talented, kind, and..." His blush deepened, as he fruitlessly grasped at his shoulder as if he wanted to pull his hood up to hide his embarrassment. "and beautiful." He whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was what?" Lust teased him, wanting him to clearly state his affection for her. "Speak up, Crossy~!"

"Beautiful! Okay?? She's blinding and - and yes, cool! Alright?!" He huffed, finally pulling his hood over his head to hide his blush. "I... wouldn't trade her for the world. She's... special." He admitted with a softer tone.

Lust simply nodded, turning his attention back to M. "Exactly. So, the next time someone calls you 'cool' or any other compliment you don't feel comfortable agreeing with so eagerly because you're far too humble, direct them to us, and we'll help agree with them for you, my dazzling gem." He placed an affectionate kiss to your cheek and even nuzzled it for emphasis. "Now come on! We're already here, we may as well get into a cuddle pile!"

HUH WTF WTF LYYYY AAAAAAA

HELP I HAVENT EVEN STARTED READING YET YOUVE ALREADY GOT ME SMILING LIKE A FOOL!!!1!1!1!! SHAKES MY FIST AT THE SKY

live mblue reaction (lots of screaming) under the cut (very much littered with cussing, tread carefully /lh)

I am going insane /j (HELP. L BUSTING THRU THE DOOR IM 😳😳😳 he is. . Strong 😳) (L and C interacting,, , oughf the dynamics, ,, ///////// my purble idiots i love them so)

oh Ly you are fucking killing me

(L!!! YOU SWEETHEART RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH)

WAAAA KOALA BEAR?!?!!?!?? ////////// (so true i would,, cling,,,)

I am hiding my stupid smile under my shirt collar ohmygoddddd

LMAO CCCCCC god god god i love them i love my skeleton bfs what the hell

llLOOOKING AWAYYYYY SCREAMS—!!!!! C!!!!!!!!

(c crossing hsi arms the pose THE POSE AAAA/////////)

(aha aheh eyyy i was about to say smt abt 'beautiful' but uh 🧍 LMAO)

(oh hes such a tsundere oh no oh no 💘💘💘) (your honor this is so funny we're both dumb tsunderes in love... i forget that hes a tsundere sometimes)

SHAKING. SHAKING AND CRYING AND SHAKING I

WWWwwwWwWwwWWWAAAAA THE WAY HE SAID 'SPEAK UP CROSSY' IM 😭😭😭💕

(hood up cross my fucming beloved ive only recently appreciated that adorable visual more about a month ago after rereading the xtale comic and rewatching the xtale eps with simp eyes i am <333)

WAUGH FUCKIN FUCKING HELL, C!!! /POS

UUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEUEUE CUDDLE,,PILE,, ,,

(ough L is so good..., ,L is so good i- he has my heart- BOTH OF THEM HAVE MY HEART-)

AGH!!!! WAILS thank you sm ly i feel,,, ,so loved,, ,im love,,, , my porble skeleboyfrwends,,, , /)/////(\;;

[odiesbun]

Can you do a ateez reaction to s.o leaning in for a kiss for the first time in the relationship cuz he tends to lean in first all the time

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

WARNINGS: fluff, stupid humor of the author, at some points rather offensive lines, a lot of kissing.

Number of characters in the text: 2886.

Requested: Yes

♡Hongjoong♡

Someone who will start bantering with you. He'll do it gently and with almost no offense, he has nothing against it, but you really won't turn away from his jokes.

- Oh, I'm so good, you can't even resist kissing me? - He smirks, playing with his eyebrows. You pretend to pout, looking away. Hongjoong chuckles softly, but still hugs you from behind.

♡Seonghwa♡

Since you initiated your first kiss, but he didn't make a big deal about it at first. Yes, he thought VERY MUCH about it, but eventually decided it was just an accident. However, as soon as you kiss again and that kiss is coming from your side again, Seonghwa freezes, uttering a strange question.

- Why do you always lean in during the kiss first? No, no, I have nothing against it, it's just... Why?

♡Yunho♡

It feels like Yunho really doesn't care who leans in first for a kiss. He's in love with you with all his heart, so even if you kiss him yourself the first time, he'll say absolutely nothing. But the second time, he will kiss you himself.

- Oh, darling, let me kiss you! - *Specifically watching to see if you'll lean in first*.

Yunho is a very cunning and clever boy, yes.

♡Yeosang♡

He'll be embarrassed at first when you bend over first, freezing for a while like Seonghwa, but he won't say anything. The next times he'll purposely do some kind of experiment on whether you lean in first and think it's very cute and innocent and all the words there are to the word "cute".

- No, I just think a lot of guys would resent something like that... - Out loud, he reasoned.

- What about you? - You smirk, watching Yeosang stop functioning for a moment.

- And I'm happy with that.

♡San♡

Probably the one whose pride falls below the plinth, but he won't say anything. Your subsequent kisses will start on his own, not allowing you to make even the slightest inclination in his direction. Sooner or later, however, he's going to ask that anyway.

- You know, during our first kiss, I noticed that you lean toward me first... That's nice. Yes, I think it's cute, it makes me feel good to see it!

♡Mingi♡

Mingi had his first relationship and first kiss. I have a feeling he watches a lot of romance movies, so he knows a lot about love and kissing. As soon as you lean in for a kiss first, he'll probably get embarrassed and deflect, making the situation even more bad and awkward.

- Wait! - he frowns, chuckling nervously. - I should be the one kissing you, not the other way around! You know what I mean?

♡Wooyoung♡

He'll pretend he has to. He will lean back faster than necessary, so from the outside it will look like you kissed at the same time. But you might accidentally "bump lips" because of the increasing speed of Wooyoung's head movement, ahahahaha, that would be too awkward, sorry.

- Why so fast? - You frown, covering your aching lips with your palm. Wooyoung chuckles, apologetically, but says nothing more so as not to spoil the situation even more.

♡Jongho♡

Jongho is a mix of Wooyoung and San, and will be indignant and resentful about it, but will pretend it was all planned.

- Ah, why did I stop? No, it's okay, it's okay! - Jongho chuckles nervously, but immediately turns away from you, biting his lips in indignation. Likely to be the one who gets a little groped about it...

[saiikavon]

(I neeeeeed this.)

This has got to be some kind of joke. Some stupid office prank that some soon-to-be-fired subordinate thought they could get away with. That, or he’s fucking hallucinating.

Those are the only plausible reasons Jounouchi fucking Katsuya would be standing in front of him right now, dressed in a KC workman’s uniform.

The joke-or-hallucination in question visibly squirms in discomfort at what must be a truly demonic expression on Seto’s face, only adding to the taut silence for a long, incredulous moment. Seto’s jaw is clenched so tight he thinks he may actually crack a tooth. Jounouchi continues to fidget for a minute more, then takes a breath as though bracing himself for a long dive off a cliff.

“You called for someone to fix one of the VR monitors?” He sounds completely deadpan, but the tone is ruined by the slight pout gracing his lips. Seto’s gaze remains fixed on the expression for a second more before his jaw finally unlocks.

“How are you here?”

Jounouchi sighs, rolling his eyes as though to say, Here we go again, then begins to repeat his last statement in the same, disaffected tone, and Seto feels a vein throbbing in his temple.

“I meant how are you working here, you brainless monkey!” he snaps. Jounouchi looks barely perturbed to be cut off.

“So am I fired again or can I fix the thing you wanted fixed?”

“Fi—I’d rather throw you into space; maybe then you’ll actually stay the hell away from me and my company!”

“Look, it’s not my fault you own over half the businesses in the city!” Jounouchi snaps back. “Not a lot of options for me elsewhere, either, not when I have to keep reporting that you threw me out on my ass before the first month!”

Fair, but Seto wasn’t about to concede the point out loud. “That still doesn’t answer my question. I have you on an explicit no-hire list. Every single department in this building alone should know your name and face; even newcomers receive this information in training. You shouldn’t have even gotten in the door, let alone gotten a job.”

Jounouchi shrugs. “Dunno what to tell you. I’m here.” He offers nothing else, looking just as run-down by the constant game of employment tag as Seto is. Three jobs before this, Seto didn’t even blink before sending him packing. But it’s been long enough and he’s positively manic over the thought of just where this gods-blessed cockroach of a human being will show up next.

Seto, for the first time in his life, admits defeat, and slumps bonelessly into the closest chair with a sigh.

“Just…tell me you can do the job.”

Jounouchi blinks, brightens like a puppy being offered a treat, and damn near looks like he wants to comment on the moment until Seto shuts him up with a glare.

“I—yeah. Yeah, I can. M’good with my hands, and Nomura-san will vouch for me, too.”

“Then get to it, and don’t speak to me unless it’s important.” He may regret allowing Jounouchi to speak to him at all, but he’ll deal with that as it comes. The grin that Jounouchi directs his way is absolutely sickening.

“On it, boss!” he crows, giving Seto a cheery salute. Then he takes himself and his toolkit over to the busted monitor, whistling to himself.

Seto curls over his desk, groaning at the beginnings of a headache. He pages his assistant, demanding some strong painkillers and what is likely an inadvisable amount of coffee. She accepts without comment or complaint.

Jounouchi continues whistling as he works, and Seto thinks to himself that he’s just going to have to get used to it.

[sweetfire01]

An accident (Diabolik lovers fic) pt.1

I suck at titles

This take place after ep. dark 5 of More Blood (the game) of Reiji route:

After he helped Yui study for a math text, Reiji punished her because she got "only" a 95% score. So now, she have to complete all the exercise in the textbook without taking a single break.

Yui had been studying for hours, under Reiji's strict supervision. Until she finished all the math exercises, she would not be allowed to leave her desk. It didn't matter if she was hungry or tired. But she was starting to have a little problem… She crossed her legs as she tried to concentrate on the exercise in front of her. She had run into Reiji's room as soon as she returned from school, without even changing… or using the bathroom. She had tried to ask him for a break before, but obviously the vampire had shown no mercy. Now the urgency was growing and the girl knew that if she didn't want to have an accident in front of him, she'd better ask again. "Um, Reiji-san?" she called shyly. "Have you finished all the exercises?" The vampire didn't look up from the book he was reading. "Well, no, but I was wondering if I could stop for a moment to-" "Miss Komori!" Reiji had stood up from his seat, looking at her sternly. "I thought I was clear when I said that you wouldn't stop until you finished all the exercises. Am I right?" "Umh, yeah, it's just…" Yui stopped as a spasm hit her, forcing her to squeeze her legs together tighter. The gesture did not go unnoticed. "Oh, I see. If you need to use the bathroom, I guess then you'll just have to hold it. Now continue. And I don't want to hear any more complaints, understand?" And with that, he sat back in his seat, book in hand again. "I understand," she said in a small voice. She really had to go now, but she didn't want to make him even more angry. She resurned to her exercises, trying to ignore the full bladder. She managed to keep going for almost an hour when the urgency became TOO MUCH. By now she was sweating and held herself with one hand, while with the other she continued to write in the notebook, as quickly as possible. Some numbers were starting to be illegible and Yui was sure she had made some calculations wrong, but she didn't care anymore. If she wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, she had to hurry. It only took another 5 minutes when she realizeds he wasn't going to make it. A few drops had already leaked into her underwear. It doesn't matter what Reiji would have told her. She had to go. NOW. She jumped up and the sudden movement almost made her piss herself. It took her a couple of seconds to regain control, but it was enough for Reiji to get up and approach her. "Miss Komori, what are you doing? Sit down immediately, you're not done yet." "I have to go!" she practically screamed in despair. She turned to leave but he stopped her, grabbing her arm (the one it wasn't holding between her legs!). "Absolutely not, return to your seat. Now!" He commanded, pulling her towards him. A soft hiss filled the room, followed by the smell of pee as a puddle formed at the poor girl's feet. Yui was petrified, she could only let the warm pee flow between her legs, onto her socks, and then end up on the bedroom floor. On Reiji's dedroom floor. In front of Reiji himself… "Miss Komori." his voice sounded menacing "Do you want to explain?" "I'm…I'm sorry. I-I needed to go and…and…I-I couldn't…" She stuttered, trying not to cry from humiliation and fear. "You couldn't hold it back? Is this so?" She could only nod. "Good grief! I knew you were just a stupid girl, but I didn't think you were also a little girl! Come on, clean everything up and then go back to your room. And hurry up, I don't want my room to be filled with this disgusting smell for a second more!" Yui nodded again as she turned towards his bathroom. "Where do you think you're going? Didn't you hear me? I said to clean up!" She jumped at his sudden voice. “I know, I…I just wanted to…just go to the bathroom and…and find a rag…"

"The puddle you made isn't enough for you? Now do you want to dirty my bathroom? Look at you, you've already left other stains! Miss Komori, you're really testing my patience!" And with that, he pulled her back again. "But…but Reiji-san! How can I clean if-" "You already wear rags. Use those." Wear…rags. Use those… NO. "Reiji-san…don't tell me that…what do you want me to…" "Miss Komori!" He lifted her chin with one hand and stared at her, his eyes narrowed in anger. "I said I don't want this room to smell any more than it needs to. Clean it up. Now." Yui felt tears start to fall on her cheeks as she nodded, before kneeling down next to her puddle and…slipping off her jacket to remove her shirt. She used the cloth to wipe away the huge pee stain, watching as the white fabric began to turn a pale yellow. "And I told you to be quick…There are some stains that have already been absorbed by the floor. It can't be helped. Go get a bucket and a rag. They're in the storage room downstairs. And make sure it doesn't take more than a minute." She stood up, before putting on her jacket, which she had managed not to get dirty, grabbing her shirt (Reiji-san won't be pleased if she had leaved it there) and heading towards the exit. "Miss Komori! Don't you think you're going out like this? Good grief, your jacket barely covers your chest! Or maybe you're doing it to attract the attention of my brothers?" Yui stopped, surprised. "Reiji-san…I…I have nothing else to cover myself with!" "Are you being serious? You have that shirt. Wear it." No. NO. "But…but Reiji-san, it's dirty!" She practically screamed. He had to use it to clean the puddle and it was soaked, there was no way that- "That's not a valid reason. Now, do I have to keep explaining to you how angry I am right now, or can your little head figure out what you need to do?" This was too much. She couldn't oppose him but she couldn't degrade herself to this point either. "Please Reiji-san…I…I…I can't…please…" she started crying again. "Oh, you can't? Really? So not only do you go pee in my room, but you even refuse to clean properly? Well then, if that's the case…" Yui's knees slammed into the floor as her head was forced into where the puddle had been. She could smell pee as Reiji leaned over her. “We can try using your tongue since you refuse to use a rag so much. Or maybe I could drag you to the bathroom, pour soap on your head, and use your hair to clean up. Now, those aren't such bad ideas, right? What should we do then, mh?" "No, Reiji! I…I'll go get the rag!" "Oh?" "Yes! And I'll be fast, I swear!" "Then you should have done it from the beginning without wasting any more of my time. Now get up and hurry." And with that, the vampire released his grip on her neck and Yui sprang to her feet.

Grabbing her shirt, she hesitated for a moment, but the cough coming from him convinced her quickly enough. She put it on after taking off her jacket and felt tears forming in her eyes again as the pee-soaked garment stuck to her skin. She held back sobs as she put her jacket back on and ran out of the room. She prayed to God not to meet anyone along the way, she was already humiliated enough like this without the other brothers seeing her. Luckily, there was only Shu sleeping on the couch as usual and he didn't seem to notice her. Grabbing the bucket and rag from the storage room, Yui ran back upstairs. She hoped that afterward Reiji would allow her to return to her room. She just wanted to take a long bath and hide under the blankets.