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lemoncrushh · 2 months

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Summary: You've been having a hard time getting yourself off, so your roommate Harry offers a hand.

Warnings: masturbation, clit stimulation - 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 3886

A/N: Finally, it's here! Based on this request. Soooo sorry for the delay! My writing mojo was not working this week. Also, I know it's a lame title, but I couldn't come up with anything else, and it's after 2AM lol. Hope you enjoy anyway :)

Slamming the freezer door shut, you collapsed at the kitchen table with a sigh.

“What’s with you?” you heard Harry ask from the living room.

“Nothing,” you muttered. “Just thought I had some popsicles left, but I guess I ate ‘em all.”

“You’ve been devouring those like crazy,” Harry commented. “Something stressing you out?”

You sighed, groaning into your palms as you rubbed your eyes. “You could say that.”

“Anything I could help you with?”

You laughed to yourself as you laid your head on the table. Oh God, if he only knew. If he only could.

“No,” you said with a muffled moan.

“Hmm, alright then,” you heard him say as he rose from the sofa and turned off the television. “I’m going to meet Seth at the track field like I promised I would. Want me to stop and get you some popsicles on the way back?”

Lifting your head, you gave a weak smile. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“No problem. See you later.” When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at you. “Oh, and Y/N? Whatever it is…if it’s still bothering you when I get back, we can talk about it, yeah?”

“Stop, you!” you waved him off. “Go be a frat boy for the afternoon.”

Harry gave you a smirk before shutting the door behind him.

Harry Styles was sweet. Not your typical college guy. Since meeting your freshman year, you’d become close friends, and eventually roommates. While you were very much attracted to him (honestly, who wasn’t?), you’d never given him much hints that you were interested in more than his friendship. And he was such a great friend, and you’d hate to lose that by stepping out of line. So other than a couple of drunken nights on the sofa when you’d both innocently flirted, you kept your feelings to yourself.

But when you were alone…well, that was a different issue altogether.

Harry was your fantasy man, if you wanted to put it that way. He knew you were a virgin; you’d discussed it many times. But what he didn’t know was that when you were alone in your room, sometimes with him in his own room and sometimes not, you fantasized about him. And many of those fantasies led to you touching yourself and getting worked up, only to end with you sexually frustrated.

The biggest issue was that you couldn’t make yourself come. You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You were horny as hell all the time. And thinking about Harry when you touched yourself only heightened the desire. But you just couldn’t seem to get over the edge. You could feel yourself getting so close, time after time, until your wrist got tired and your pussy seemed to dry up. You’d groan, angry at yourself, sometimes to the point of tears. If it was late enough, you’d manage to fall asleep eventually, but if it wasn’t even close to bed time, you’d huff and stomp out of your bedroom to grab a popsicle out of the freezer, your item of choice for cooling you down.

Today had been just like any other Saturday. You’d awakened horny, thinking of Harry. You tried to take a shower, hoping it would help, only to be interrupted by the man himself, knocking on the bathroom door to tell you breakfast was ready. You’d sat at the table with him as you tried not to stare, thinking about how fucking sweet he was to make breakfast. Then when he’d announced he was going to watch some game on TV before meeting his friend Seth, you’d gone to your room, hoping to relieve the pulsing ache between your legs. You’d even gone so far as to sit naked in the closet, the door shut as you touched yourself. But once again, you were unable to climax, thus the need to go running into the kitchen.

Now that Harry was gone, however, you knew you couldn’t waste an opportunity. Grabbing a bottle of water, you brought it with you to your room in case the activity made you dehydrated. Then you lit your favorite candle and turned off the overhead light, leaving only the glow of the fairy lights that trimmed your walls. After removing your shorts, you slipped underneath the covers in just your panties and t-shirt. Closing your eyes, you sighed, imagining Harry was in bed with you. Sliding your hands down the front of your shirt, you let your fingers linger at the edge of your cotton underwear.

“Please,” you whispered into the air.

You pretended your hand was your roommate’s as you let it glide over your clothed mound. You sighed again, willing him in your mind to add a little pressure as your own hand resumed the task. Soon you could feel the moisture soaking through your panties, so you removed them completely. With your head back on the pillow, you gathered a bit of your wetness, bringing it to your clit as your fingertip began to play more aggressively.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure building in your belly, your toes curling as you imagined it was Harry touching you, making you feel incredible. Your cunt tightened as your finger moved around in circles on your now swollen clit. You gasped a breath and licked your lips, praying the release would come soon. But just like all the other times, nothing would happen. It was as though your body was deliberately denying the pleasure you so needed, like a punishment. For what, you were unsure.

Dropping your tired hand next to you, you immediately felt the tears coming, unable to stop the frustration and disappointment. Rolling over onto your side, you pulled the covers up to your chest and cried.

Why was this not happening for you? This was so unfair!

Shaking with sobs, you gave up, resolving that it just wasn’t meant to be. Gulping back the rest of your tears, you drifted off to sleep.

You awakened disoriented as you heard the front door slam shut. Harry must be home, you thought. Suddenly, just the thought of him brought the tears back to your eyes. Shortly afterwards, you heard Harry calling your name. Ashamed, you rolled over to face the wall.

“Y/N!” you heard again just before a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

When you didn’t answer, he turned the knob, opening the door just a crack. “Y/N? You in here? I got those popsicles. They’re in the free-”

Harry’s words stopped abruptly, and you knew he had entered the room.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Not wanting to let him see you crying, you cleared your throat. “Oh, hey Harry. I was…tired. So I decided to take a nap.”

“Um…but…you’re crying, love.”

“No, I’m not,” you snapped.

“Yeah, you are. I see your shoulders trembling.”

“Jeez, nothing gets past you, does it?” you hiccuped. “Do you want a medal or something?”

“Hey…” Harry sounded. Then you felt the bed shift, and you could tell he’d sat down behind you. When his hand touched your shoulder, you tensed up. “Y/N. I told you you could talk to me. About anything. Please, I’m here to help.”

“I can’t, Harry,” you grumbled. “Not about this.”

“Why not?”

“Because…it’s too embarrassing.” Sniffling, you silently hoped he would leave. But he was your friend. And up until then you’d talked to him about all of your problems, big or small.

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad,” he urged. “Was it some jerk you fancied? Want me to beat him up for you?”

“No,” you shook your head.

“Was it one of the girls in that snooty sorority?”

“No, Harry. Nobody did anything. Please, just go. Let me be.”

You heard him sigh as he rose from the bed. You thought he was leaving until he spoke again. “No, Y/N. I can’t. You’re clearly upset about something, and I can’t just leave you crying like this. Let me help. Please.”

With a huff, you finally rolled over to face him. His face displayed the look of concern and worry, and you suddenly felt bad for snapping at him.

“Why is it so important to you?” you asked with a shaky breath.

“Because, Y/N…” he conveyed, returning to the edge of your bed. “You’re important to me. You’re my best friend. I don’t like to see you hurting.”

Biting your bottom lip, you shifted your eyes. Could you tell him? Should you tell him?

“If I tell you…will you promise you won’t laugh?”

Harry tilted his head and ran his hand down your arm. “Y/N, how could I laugh at you?”

“It’s just…it’s very TMI,” you admitted.

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow.

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek as you sat up. “I…” you began with a pause. Finally, exhaling through your nose, you looked up at the ceiling as you said the next words. “I’ve been extremely horny lately.”

You heard Harry snicker before you lowered your head and frowned.

“No,” he shook his head. “Trust me love, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just…that’s not really a secret, is it? I mean…we’re all pretty horny. I wouldn’t really call that TMI.”

“That’s not all of it,” you whispered.

“Oh. Okay. Go on then.” Harry scooted closer to you. Your insides flipped, even more than when you would sit with him on the couch or the kitchen table. You stared at him for a moment before shifting your gaze down to the comforter. You grabbed it in your hands, twisting the edge between your fingers.

“I can’t seem to make myself…you know.”

Harry’s eyes widened instantly at your confession. It surprised you because you figured you would have to spell it out for him. Part of you was embarrassed, but the other part was relieved that he understood what you meant.

“Have you ever?” he inquired.

Sucking in your lips, you shook your head.

“Shit,” he whispered, his eyes on you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“One time…it felt a little different, you know? Like I thought maybe I was but then…I wasn’t so sure. But all other times I’d get so close,” you whined, “but then…it goes away.”

“Well…” Harry mused, shifting himself on the bed, “maybe you just need some help.”

Blinking hard, you glared at him. “What do you mean? I…don’t have a vibrator. I was thinking of getting one, but I don’t know…”

“No, I mean…like a person. To touch you. The way you need to be touched.”

His final phrase hung in the air as you stared at his handsome face. His voice and tone had been low, just above a whisper, and it tickled your ears and made your skin blush. He licked his full lips as his eyes drifted down from your face to your lap. The sudden urge to squeeze your legs together was hard to ignore.

“Well…yeah,” you scoffed, making light of his words. “Not like I’ve had the opportunity.”

Harry’s eyes lifted back up to meet yours before he said, “You do now.”

Your mouth opened slightly, though you were unable to utter a sound. Was he suggesting what you thought he was suggesting?

It wasn’t until Harry took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb across your fingers and looked sincerely into your eyes again that you managed to squeak out his name.

“H-arry…you…”

“I’d like to help you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want to. If you’ll let me.”

“Really?” You asked the word incredulously, almost with a light chuckle as surely he was joking.

“Yes. Really.”

Biting your lip, you hesitantly lowered your comforter. Harry eyed your bare legs before looking back at you.

“May I?” he asked, reaching his hand toward your thigh.

You nodded, giving him the go ahead. With a slight smirk, Harry caressed your leg, gliding his hand up and down your thigh. You sighed, your flesh erupting in goosebumps.

“Your skin is so soft,” he cooed. Then licking his lips, he leaned forward, his mouth so close to yours that you could feel his breath. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

With another nod, you felt the nerves magnify just before his lips met yours. When his hand met your cheek, however, you eased into the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. Though you had imagined his kiss many times, it was nothing like actually experiencing the real thing. You felt the bubble of a moan rise from your throat before Harry released your lips and chuckled low.

“I was afraid that would be awkward for you, but I’m gonna assume by that sound you just made that it wasn’t.”

“No,” you breathed. “It was pretty great, actually.”

Harry’s smile grew which only made you smile back. This was already going better than you thought it would.

“So, you’re okay with moving forward?” he asked. “With me touching you, I mean.”

“Yes.” You said it so quietly, you would have wondered if you’d only thought it in your head if Harry hadn’t adjusted his position on the bed. Leaning on his elbow, he rested his head in his hand as he reached his other hand to touch your thigh again.

“We can go as slow as you need to, okay?”

“��kay.”

“Lie back, love,” he instructed. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible. The more comfortable and relaxed you are, the better it’s gonna feel.”

You nodded, breathing through your nose as you laid back on the pillow. Relaxing, however, was going to take a little more effort. Just his gaze alone was enough to accelerate your heartbeat.

“So, tell me how you like to be touched.”

Once again, his words hung in the air like a thick cloud. Were you supposed to have an answer to that question?

“I dunno,” you shrugged.

“Well…what do you do to yourself? What feels good to you?” His eyes remained locked on yours while his hand moved up to play with the hem of your t-shirt.

“I um…” you paused, swallowing hard. “I usually just rub my clit.”

Harry nodded. “How? Show me.”

Color rising in your cheeks again, you sucked in your lips as you brought your hand down between your legs. Then you gently slid your finger down the outside of your panties along the center, finding the spot you usually went for first. Adding just a bit of pressure, you showed Harry how you touched yourself.

“Okay,” he said. “And does that feel good?”

“A little.”

“Just a little?” he raised a brow.

You hitched a breath when you saw him reach for your hand, covering it with his own. Guiding you, he pressed a little harder on your finger, moving it in gentle circular motions. You swallowed hard before letting out a tiny gasp.

“What about now?” Harry inquired.

“Better,” you breathed.

“Yeah? Is this how you usually do it?”

“For a little while,” you admitted. “When it starts to feel really good, I um…go underneath or take my panties off completely.”

“Mmm,” Harry nodded. “I’d like to do that. Can we?”

“O-okay.”

Harry’s mouth turned up in a slight grin as you lifted your hips to remove your underwear. Once they were off, you pushed them down the bed with your feet, your eyes still on Harry.

“Good,” he said. “Can I touch you now, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

Running his palm across your belly, his green eyes conveyed a sense of calmness, one you recognized well. Harry was always good at putting you at ease, whether it was at a party where you knew next to nobody but him, or just sitting on the couch talking about things that were bothering you. He was never judgemental or tried to press his opinion onto you. He made you feel good about everything, and while this was no exception, you couldn’t deny the somersaults your tummy was performing and the way your heart was thumping in your chest.

He was actually going to touch you now.

And he did. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he lightly sucked the tips of his middle and forefinger before reaching between your legs. You simply stared as his hand slid across your mound, unable to move. But before he could even touch your clit, he tapped the inside of your thigh with the back of his hand.

“Open your legs, love,” he instructed with a low chuckle. “I promise it feels so much better if I can actually reach you.”

Letting out a deep breath, you spread your legs open a little. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” said Harry. “I just want you to relax, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“I know you won’t,” you muttered. “I’m just…it’s hard to relax right now.”

“Why?”

“Because…I guess I’m a little nervous.”

With a gentle expression on his face, Harry looked at you. “I wanna make you feel good, Y/N. Please don’t be nervous with me. It’s just me.”

You let out a half breath, half laugh as you glared at him. “That’s why I’m nervous.”

Tilting his head, Harry blinked. “Have you thought about this before…with me?”

Biting your lip, you nodded.

“Why…why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice so low you barely heard it.

“Because…I didn’t think anything would happen,” you explained. “Like this.”

Blinking again, Harry leaned over, capturing your mouth. You sighed as you felt him shift even closer, his hand gliding up the side of your shirt to cup your breast. He gave it a squeeze when you sucked delicately on his tongue. Then lifting his head, his eyelids heavy, he shook his head.

“Fuck, Y/N. I wish I’d known. I would have done this a long time ago.”

Before you could argue or retort, Harry wettened his fingers once more and brought them to your pussy. Ever so gently, just like he had moments before with your own hand, he added slight pressure to your clit, creating shapes with his movements. You gasped at the contact, immediately feeling the building sensation in your core.

“How’s that feel?” Harry whispered.

“So good,” you replied in a breathy tone, shutting your eyes.

“Open just a little wider, baby.”

You did as you were told, trying not to let the fact he’d just called you baby spin you into a sense of complete disarray. You focused on the feeling instead, the mere idea that Harry’s fingers were touching your pussy.

You could feel your legs begin to tremble, however, when his circles began to speed up. Your toes curled, and your breaths quickened.

“Oh…” you panted.

“Mmm, you like that?”

“Ohh, god yes.”

“Good girl. You’re doing great,” Harry cooed. “You’re getting so wet.”

Even with your eyes shut tight, you knew he was right. Not only could you feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, you could hear it like a sloshing mess as Harry pressed harder and moved his hand faster.

“Oh my god!” you cried.

“Do you want my fingers inside, or do you want me to keep going like this?”

“Like this!” you shouted a little too quickly.

Harry chuckled. “You got it, baby. I can do this as long as you need me to. Your pussy’s so pretty.”

You groaned at his words, the fire below igniting a whole knew sensation as you felt yourself grind against his hand. You dared a peek at him, opening your eyes to see him smirking at you. This was not his usual smirk like when he was kidding around with you, or letting you in on a secret. This was a smirk just for you, like he knew how he was making you feel, and he was enjoying it. Like he owned you. You always thought he was sexy, but fuck, when did he get so fucking sexy?!?

Harry’s hand slowed for just a moment, giving you both a bit of relief. Surely his wrist had to be aching by now, you thought. And the heavy stimulation was almost overwhelming for you. You noticed that’s when you would sometimes dry up and lose the orgasm entirely.

Shutting your eyes, you relaxed your hips, letting your legs fall open as they may, instead of tensed up like they were a moment before. You sighed again as Harry began to glide his fingertips up your slit and back down, gathering the wetness that had no doubt pooled at your entrance. You moaned at how delicately he was touching you now, with very little pressure at all.

“Fuck,” you cursed out loud, partly because it felt amazing and partly because you missed the friction. “Harry…”

“Yeah, babe. That feel good?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what, baby? You have to tell me.”

“Mmm, harder please.”

“Is that too soft?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Alright,” you heard him say, and you knew he was grinning. But before he resumed the pressure, he lightly patted your pussy with his hand.

You knew he was just being cocky now, but you didn’t care. You’d never felt so turned on in your life, even from your own hand. And while your end goal was to come, you also didn’t want this to end.

“H-h-harry…” you moaned, the incredible friction returning, the sensation creating an overwhelming urge in your belly. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna come for me?”

That made you open your eyes. While his question was one you’d imagined him asking you every time you tried to get yourself off - and the sound of it coming from his lips was so fucking hot, it was a wonder you didn’t squirt right then and there - in the back of your mind you were still worried you couldn’t make it over the edge.

You reached out and grabbed his shirt in your fist, the other hand grasping at the sheet beneath you. Your eyes wide, you stared at him as you felt the pressure build and build, your legs trembling as you silently begged him to let you come.

“Oh my god!” you cried, tugging on his shirt.

And just at that moment, when you thought everything was about go black, Harry crashed his mouth into yours. Your tongue dancing with his, a low, aching moan rose from deep inside your gut. Your entire body shook as you held onto him, his fingers still caressing your wet clit as you came.

When you finally stopped shaking, but your chest was still heaving, Harry lifted both his head and his hand. Staring at you, he slid his hand up your waist, and his other cradled your neck. Then he pressed a kiss between your brows before resting his forehead against yours.

“Is that what you wanted, love?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Holy shit, Harry.”

With a deep chuckle, he shifted back to his side, pulling you with him. “I’m so glad I could do that for you,” he said, pushing a strand of hair from your face.

You looked at him in wonder. You’d always been in awe of him, since the first day you’d met. But now he was no longer just your friend Harry, your roommate Harry…he was…Harry! Jesus, what were you gonna do now?

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webslingingslasher · 6 months

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this is cherry when she unlocks makeouts and isn’t scared of peter anymore fnnfnfnd

peter wobbles when you wrap your arms around his neck, appearing from nowhere and hanging off him. he's in the middle of talking to a brother, but still holds an arm around your back to steady the both of you.

'right, right, uh huh. it's like- wait, did he fucking tell you about,' peter's brain lags slightly when a wet kiss is placed at the base of his neck. '- the car? not only did he dent the fucking bumper but then he tried to tell...' his voice cracks at the end, peter was unprepared for the light nibble you'd give him.

peter clears his throat and continues, he tightens his grip around your waist. he's telling you to calm down without words. '-tell ryan it was there when he took the car that morning.'

conversations over. you waste no time and bounce up on your toes to meet his mouth, peter's caught off guard but he shouldn't have been, kissing him has been your new favorite thing. especially because he gets so pliant when you're the one initiating.

'hey, c'mon, you had him all week. let me get ten minutes with parker.' peter thinks that's fair, you've been all over him recently and he’s had zero complaints. his brothers on the other hand... are starting to notice his absence from the group.

peter pushes at your hips, he's pushing you away, he's revoking his kisses. it won't do, you turn to glare at his brother, you keep peter tight against you.

'he's mine.' you hiss out the words and peter almost drops to the ground because he's never had a girl so possessive over him and having it be you was the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

'there's enough of me to go arou-'

'no.' it's just as cold as your earlier statement, no one is going to take your favorite thing away from you. peter flashes his brother a weak smile and holds his finger up, then he brings his head down to whisper in your ear.

'give me a few minutes with my friend. i'll come find you in a second.' you tug at his shirt, 'no.' peter kisses your temple and gently brings his hand around his back to try and gently pry you off.

'c'mon, cherry. your friends are here, go say hi for a minute.' you latch down when peter tries to grab your wrist, you've got a vice grip. 'no! i wanna kiss you.'

peter's brother is watching him fall right into your hands, he channels some of that frat boy edge from last year and breaks your hold. it's like he just committed a cardinal sin. 'we're in public. no more kisses, go find your friends.'

you turn into a grumpy mess and cross your arms over your chest. 'you never wanna do things when i want! it's always you and what you want and your rules and your game and... and... you suck! find someone else to kiss tonight!'

you stomp off, then turn right back around and point at him. 'that's me being upset. if you kiss someone else tonight i will fucking kill you. but- go kiss someone else cause it won't be me!'

peter watches you leave his eyesight and closes his eyes when his friend snorts at him. 'well, you know what? i've never seen a girl so desperate to makeout with you.' he punches peter’s shoulder as he jokes around. 'i thought you were better than a 'put something in her drink' type of guy.'

peter rolls his eyes. 'yeah, yeah, yeah. like you wouldn't be first in the lineup if you woke up with tits.' his brother raises his hands up, 'i dunno, man. that 'he's mine' comment has me second guessing it.'

'fuck, i know. where the fuck did that come from?'

'no idea. it was kind of hot though.'

'okay.' peter's done with this part of the conversation and what his brother finds hot about you. peter moved right back in on the semi- car thief and was filled in on what he missed out on while he was mia. peter doesn't think he missed much, you were much more entertaining than an arm wrestling competition.

ten minutes later and his brother nods towards the party behind them. 'go find your girl, i'm gonna go try to find my own possessive princess.'

you're still upset when peter approaches, he aims for a kiss on the cheek, it's a bad move and you're swatting at him to back up. 'oh no, not happening, no sir. you told me no more kisses and i said it's always up to you when it's convenient and you let me walk away.'

peter frowns, 'did you want me to run after you?'

'yes! i wanted you to tell me that wasn't true and you respect what i want too.' peter cups your cheeks to force you to keep your eyes on his.

'i respect what you want. and i'm sorry, cherry, but i'm not going to run after you. part of a relationship is communication, when you walk away from me i assume you want space, not that you want to be followed. if you have an issue you need to hash it out with me, not expect me to fill in the blanks.'

'so you don't care?'

'i do care. i care a lot, cherry. but i also have other friends and obligations and i can't always drop them for you. but that doesn't mean you have to stomp off and expect to get your way.'

you look to the side, you're bad at this relationship stuff and you're glad you have peter here to guide you. it doesn't mean you always like it. 'but you're mine.'

you have no idea how that makes him feel. 'i am?' he's craving more of your possession, he wants to know just how much you need him. 'of course you are! you're mine and i'm yours and when i want a kiss i want you to kiss me, it's very simple.'

peter perks up, 'is it?' you huff up at him, your hands wrap around his wrists. 'yes.' peter would be very, very dumb to disagree. but he also has some boundaries.

'alright, i hear you and i'm glad you're communicating with me. personally, i'm not a huge fan of pda, but you are. if you want a kiss, i'll give you a kiss. but no makeouts or groping, can we agree on that?'

you almost blind peter with your smile, you nod quick and fast. 'yes, yes, yes! look at me go, petey! communicating and compromising! i'm gonna freaking rock this girlfriend stuff.' you brush a hand over his shirt, smoothing out a small wrinkle.

'all thanks to my practice boyfriend.'

peter feels numb. 'practice boyfriend?' you grin, 'yeah. you're the pop quiz before the test, so, thank you.' peter drops his hold, you frown and reach for his hands but peter crosses them over his chest so you can't.

'i'm not doing this to pass you off to another guy, cherry.'

you raise an eyebrow, 'then who are you passing me off to?' peter's not the best at communication either because he still can't get the 'i'm in love with you' off his tongue.

'i don't know. what was all of that about i'm yours and you're mine?' you 'ooh' at him and do a little spin, peter feels his heart thump three times as hard.

'not ready to give me up yet, parker?'

you don't have to ask for a kiss, peter's already doing it for you. you're breathless when he pulls away.

'never.'

#the virgin files #frat!peterxvirgin!reader #cherry being oblivious to how down bad peter is kills me #i'm still not used to frat!peter being so nice and open 😭😭😭

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bangchansnudes · 7 months

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fuck buddy

fwb!minho. 0.5k words. a possessive minho and a horny bratty you.

you could feel his eyes on you the entire night, his gaze literally burning holes in the back of your head as you passed him in the hallways of his frat house. you knew he hated what you were doing but being tipsy made you bolder than usual, going as far as casually flirting with strangers and getting drunk with his frat brothers.

everything lee minho told you to not do, you did. just to push his buttons.

and judging by how grim his expression currently was, you can safely assume that everything was working out in your favour.

the poor man on the receiving end of your sick game knew you were being a brat, that you were playing him but he couldn’t control himself. annoyed would’ve been quite the understatement to describe how he was feeling, the possessiveness within him surging at such an alarming rate to every one of your moves. he was usually so calm, so unfazed by your antics but tonight was anything but that for him.

minho wasn’t dumb, he knew you two were just fucking, so you were free to do as pleased and so was he. but he just couldn’t stand it. not when you’re dressed in almost nothing in front of a bunch of thirsty boys who obviously wanted you in ways only he could.

that’s why he was already storming over before he could even think properly, his mind clouded with nothing but you.

“min- minho?” you stutter, completely startled by the sudden arm around your waist and the presence of the tall man behind you. he pulls you flat against him and away from the two strangers you were conversing with a moment before. like he owned you.

“that’s enough,” he says into your ear, his voice an octave lower than usual. it’s a tone that gets you weak in the knees, one you only hear within the four walls of his bedroom. a whine slips your lips when you turn back slightly, regret instantly washing over you at the sight of his darkened gaze that’s focused entirely on you.

“what’s wrong?”

“you know exactly what’s wrong,” he says with a scoff, almost threatening as his arm tightens around you, “so you better be in my bedroom before i get there or i’m going to fucking lose it.”

gulp.

this was surely going to be a long night.

end.

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jeongin-lvr · 4 months

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Stop adding gasoline to my thoughts.😵‍💫

Ikr. Yeonjun is frat boy coded + I just love his mouth ( both verbally and physically ) and him giving head is another realm's Roman empire and hin being petty and a hard dom is-

That gaze while he watches you strip for him?

His tits are my favourite too.😵‍💫

All in all, my ult bias is like everything to me.

He's the apple of my eye🥺❤️

literally had to sit and marinate with this for a while because this made me ***** 😭

the first two pics: makes me think about fwb yeonjun who is lowkey toxic… he spends nights with other girls but if he even catches a glimpse of you talking to another man he loses his cool and ends up fucking you against the nearest wall :( maybe he’ll suck on your clit for a while but only because he wants to edge you brainless !! his lips look so pretty wrapped around your clit, eyes staring up at you almost make it seem romantic. Until he pulls off of you and mutters a nasty, “you already goin’ stupid, baby?”

the next two pics: him watching you while you strip? yessss, 100%. He’ll even give playful little cheers between every article of clothing you peel off because he likes to make you giggle before he absolutely ravishes you!

the next pics: ouuuu makes me think of subby/whiny Yeonjun who gets insanely hard (maybe even cums prematurely) to you playing with his sensitive nipples. He doesn’t even realize how hot it is to him until you playful do it one night during your usual weekend session. He’s so shy about it but he can’t help but whimper your name and reel his head back in bliss. His lips parted, glossy with spit as drool trickles down his face. He avoids your eyes because he just feels so shy about the entire thing as you sit on his lap tweaking with his nipples, cooing at him, making him weak in the knees. He’ll try to play it off afterward when he cums, pretending that he wasn’t just on the verge of tears from your sweet hands. But you’ll laugh at him, finally having the upper hand.

Fratboy Yeonjun literally holds a special place in my heart; he’ll probably be the type to spot you in a crowd at a party and be dead set on “winning” you over. It really doesn’t take long before he has you in a random bedroom at a party, bent over the side of the bed and moaning his name. He tugs hair, he’s mean, he’s cocky because of course he is. How could he not be. You both reek of alcohol and sex practically oozes from your burning skin. Yeonjun is careless as he slaps your ass and bites your shoulder. You don’t object, you moan louder and Yeonjun can’t help but laugh and call you a slut. Just another one of the girls he’s had the opportunity to ruin.

#౨ৎ. dee’s hard hours #feat. yeonjun .ᐟ #mooties !#yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun #txt smut

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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Please *falls to my knees on the ground* I-I need *gasps for air* I neED FORMER FRAT BOY DAD SUKUNA TO BE THE ULTIMATE GIRL DAD PLEASE OH PLEASE *rattles cup*

LOOK BESTIE, LOOK-

I can't really get into it cause that is a whole ass one-shot i got cooking up, but YOU ARE SO RIGHT.

He would he so wrapped around her finger it isn't even funny. He thinks he's weak for you? He's shaved ice in a Texas heatwave for her.

And the worst part about it is he has money, so while the two of you don't argue over drinking or other girls anymore you do argue over the logistics of getting a pony.

It's so funny watching this big bad business man, covered in tattoos, known for being a hard ass absolutely dissolve because of a toddlers giggle.

Or him telling her some of the tamer stories from history as a bedtime story, thinking it would bore her to sleep, but instead she's just as invested in all of it as he is so they stay up well past bedtime together.

And like...it's still Ryomen! He's not gonna be perfect. Like, there is a 64.3% chance that babygirls first word was "fuck!" Because of him and we all just have to accept that.

He put orange Fanta in a sippy cup for her cause "it's basically juice!" And now is suffering the consequences.

He learns to sew because when her favorite stuffie ripped, she ran to him to help. And while yes, he probably could have gone to you, he's so overwhelmed that she chose to come to him first that in his head he now HAS to be the one to fix it cause HE CAN NOT let her down!

She wouldn't care as long as the toy is repaired, but don't tell him that.

Definitely the dad that when she's sick he pours her her cough syrup in the medicine cup, pours a shot of whatever liquor is in the house for himself so they can take "shots" together.

Problematic? Oh 100% but it gets her to take her medicine, so shhhh

AND OF COURSE HIS FRAT BROTHERS WOULD STILL BE IN THE PICTURE!! She becomes best friends with her cousin Megumi after Uncle Gojo and Uncle Geto finally decide to adopt, taking turns spending the night at each other's houses

Uncle Nanami is always happy to babysit cause she's generally a pretty chill kid. This becomes frustrating for Ryomen because one day she comes home and demolishes him at smash brothers after Uncle Kenny taught her how to play.

And Aunt Mei Mei would fret over her so much omg. She may hate babygirls dad, but she would still die for that baby.

God I have so many thoughts about him as a dad but I need yALL TO GET MARRIED FIRST!! GAHH!!

#yall got me THINKIN #thots on patrol #kiwi-the-first #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #satoru gojo #nanami kento #suguru geto #sukuna x reader #frat boy! sukuna x reader #frat boy! sukuna #jjk frat boy au #dad sukuna #dadkuna

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ronearoundblindly · 5 months

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Sneak Peek 💜💚💜

frat boy! Ari Levinson x college student!Reader

At a party with your boyfriend when things aren't going well between you, your old classmate--the notorious jock and man-whore, Ari--catches you in a weak moment...

Warnings for drinking/partying but not much else in this bit. (That might be a terrible summary for this excerpt but I made there too much going on to explain succinctly. My bad.) WC 720

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to hold your hand, but it doesn’t matter. He walks ahead of you a few feet to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver farther in than the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies two years ago, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her top half covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone below him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved since your freshman year at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts for you to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs with no room to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either.

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets pulled off for the next partnered game.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You took a detour to dump your cup in crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a ‘no, thank you’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

He wouldn’t drug himself with anything, you imagine, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

Ari smiles softly.

“Where’s what’s-his-face?” He scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as Ari takes another swig of soda, his pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw back, and keep your guess silent. Perhaps knuckle deep in the toilet?

Ari contemplates for a moment. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Poor bandana girl. That’s a little harsh to be fobbed off so soon.

“So—”Ari elbows you gently “—how you been, smartie-pants?”

A/N: I cannot express to you the sheer amount of internal screaming I have done while writing this. He's...he's too...uhhhh my gawdddddd. He's too beautiful.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro updates #ari levinson x reader #teaser #upcoming fic #sneak peak #frat boy!ari #fuckboi!ari #really belated valentine's fic #Ari April #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson one shot

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fruitcoops · 3 months

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After Midnight

Annual pride fic is here! I hope everyone is staying safe, well, and hydrated :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for alcohol/ light drunkenness/hangovers

July 1, 1:30 p.m.

“Jesus,” Remus mumbled. Pressure pinched his lower back, runching up his shirt; he dug a clumsy hand beneath himself and fumbled for his phone. It took a few moments to extract it, clamped between weak knuckles, but he managed. Handful of Twitter notifications, a text from his dad, an automatic calendar notification, sticky lips and—good god, did his hair really look that bad?

He tried to sit up and was met with an immediate (and wildly cranky) grumble from the concrete slab resting across his belly.

Remus sighed, and closed his eyes. Getting up was overrated. He didn’t even want to think about the state of the house.

June 30, 10:30 p.m.

“AYO AYO AYO!”

Kasey winced. “Christ, Harz, take some pity on my eardrums.”

“Hey, man, sorry—has anyone seen the margarita mix?”

“Side counter,” Remus noted, tipping his chin toward the kitchen. “By the sink.”

Finn’s face brightened. “Sick, thanks.”

“Gentle pours, please. Not everyone here has a college liver.”

“Please,” Finn snorted as he cracked a screw-top open. “You’re all in much better shape than those guys ever were. Knutty around?”

Remus shrugged and took another sip of his beer. He liked this kind—Sirius had picked well. “Went off somewhere with Reg. Probably gaming.”

Finn whistled through his teeth. “Not getting him back anytime soon, eh?”

“Oh, you bet,” Remus laughed.

July 1, 2:00 p.m.

“We should ban frat boys from the team.”

“Mmm.”

“All of them. Every one.”

“Mmm.”

“Or at least remove the—” Sirius paused to catch another mouthful of water directly from the faucet. For the first time in Remus’ memory, his glossy hair looked slightly dull and flat. “—lead weights from their hands, mon dieu, what did they put in there?”

“Hell. Burning, vicious, alcoholic hell.” He turned his head with utmost caution, and still felt a warning throb in the back of his skull. “I liked those ciders you picked up.”

Sirius groaned; Remus watched his forehead bump the side of the kitchen cabinet with a soft noise. “Don’t talk to me about cider right now. My tongue feels like I licked one of your sweaters.”

Remus frowned. “You like my sweaters.”

“That’s not…” Sirius straightened with a wince. Both hands remained braced on the marble. “The fuzzy stuff, it’s all in my mouth. Wool.”

Remus thought it was rather more like someone had packed his cheeks and sinuses full of cotton balls, but sharing that didn’t seem like the wisest choice. Nine hours of sleep. Dizziness still threatened every attempt at movement. The tap turned off and he heard Sirius’ footsteps approach; pressure compacted Remus’ ribs once more with a wobbly flop.

“I like this shirt,” Sirius mumbled into his left pec. His voice was thick—from his hangover or drowsiness or just giving up on English, Remus wasn’t sure. Knowing Sirius, it was a bit of all three. His stubble scratched gently over Remus’ collarbone, still damp from sticking his head in the sink. “Soft. Cute.”

“It’s one of yours.”

“Ah. I have good taste.”

“Clearly.”

The corner of Sirius’ mouth pulled up in a smile. “Hmm. Harzy and Tremz are going to be doing bag skates until their legs fall off.”

Remus snorted, trailing his fingertips through the squashed curls at Sirius’ nape. “Not to play frat boy’s advocate here, but in their very weak defense, I don’t think the punch alone did this.”

“Non. Margaritas.”

“I still think Lily poured extra in.”

“Ouais, prolab—probleb—oui. She did.”

A phone screen lit up in Remus’ periphery. He grabbed for it, stiff-fingered and extremely stuck beneath a lump of husband, and squinted into the bright light. “Pots says good morning, and that he’s going to go lay on the porch for a few hours. He loves you.”

“Mmph. Love, too.”

June 30, 11:25 p.m.

Sirius loved parties. He fucking loved them. This was the best night of his life. Second-best, after his wedding. Or third? He was happy when Harry was born. But no, his ribs were still broken then. That had to put it under tonight, because tonight was perfectly amazing and awesome, and James was his—

“You’re my favorite person,” he yelled over the music, leaning on James’ shoulder in case he didn’t hear. “I love you!”

“I love you, too!” James shouted back. His glasses had gone a bit sideways on his face. That was fine. Lily would totally fix those for him. She liked to kiss his nose, and she had once told Sirius that fixing James’ glasses made sure she got to do it. Sirius thought she might want to pick something that wasn’t so easily broken.

“Hey,” he continued with a pull to James’ shirtsleeve. “I kiss loup on the mouth.”

“I know!”

“And the cheek!”

“Why are you telling me things I already know?”

“Because Lily kisses your nose,” he explained. Maybe the music was too loud for James to understand. He looked confused. “And you can break your nose. But you can’t break your mouth or your cheeks.”

Finally, understanding dawned on James’ face. “Dude,” he said. “You’re so right. We gotta go tell her.”

July 1, 2:07 p.m.

Remus set Sirius’ phone down on his lower back and reached for his own, wiggling a little when his hips got stuck under Sirius’ torso. A displeased huff followed—he kissed the top of Sirius’ head in apology and let the popsocket slot between his fingers, just in case. He was so clammy all of a sudden.

You Have (4) New Messages From: Lion Den RAHH

everyone not dead sound off

breathing.

Technically alive. Wish I wasn’t.

who made the fucikgn margs

New Message To: Lion Den RAHH

Not dead. Margs were Harz and Lily. You fuckers need to clean up after yourselves.

He had just clicked his phone off when the screen went retina-blasting bright again. Remus let his head fall back against the armrest and immediately regretted it. It took an embarrassing amount of time to lift his head again without the room tilting sideways.

New Message From: Lion Den RAHH

Big words. Small brain. Still drunj

*drnuk

DTUNK.

Three gray dots scrolled, then vanished. Remus smiled to himself. The vindictive part of him was glad to see they weren’t the only ones in Pride-induced misery.

New Message From: Lion Den RAHH

Some1 help knutty is snorng like a fucking chainswa

Remus glanced down. “Did you know Knutty snores?”

“In planes.”

The shallow rhythm of Sirius’ breathing flexed the shirt across his back. Remus gave an appreciative rub along the valley of his spine and felt him arch into it. “Aw,” he cooed. “My poor little hungover lion cub.”

“Nooo,” Sirius protested weakly.

“Poor baby. How will you survive.”

“At least you don’t snore.”

“True.”

“Is Harzy suffering?”

“As much as he can while he’s in bed on a Saturday with his boyfriends.”

“Good.”

July 1, 12:15 a.m.

“Bonjour, hi, hi.”

An arm caught him around the waist—Remus stumbled, but within half a step he had been gathered up against a warm, familiar chest. “Oh, hey,” he hummed, dopey even to his own ears. “Missed you.”

Sirius might have returned the sentiment, but Remus didn’t hear it through the buzz in his veins and the stutter of his heart when Sirius’ mouth found his own. He staggered backward with a sharp inhale and let Sirius carry their momentum. His back hit the wall; Sirius sighed into his lips when Remus dragged a hand through the top of his hair.

He tasted like oranges when Remus bit his lower lip. “Yum.”

“Love you,” Sirius said, smiling. Their foreheads bumped and Remus pushed into it. He was rewarded with another kiss that turned his ankles to loose jello. “Non, non, don’t leave.”

“Mmm, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised through a grin.

His eyes closed as Sirius’ mouth trailed over his cheek and jaw, then down to suck at his neck. “Should’ve done this earlier.”

Teeth grazed his skin with each word; Remus shivered despite the warm night. “Yeah?”

“Before the parade.” The sway of Sirius’ accent did unholy things to his heart. Stubble teased his skin when Sirius nudged under his chin. “That way everyone could see.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Remus breathed.

July 1, 3:45 p.m.

“Did you drown?”

Sirius glared at him across the bedroom, playful and foggy. Remus grinned and took a swig of Gatorade.

“You look like you did.”

“How are you rebounding?” Sirius grumbled.

Water droplets stuck to the mirror with each scrub of the towel through his hair. He’d left it longer than usual in the postseason, fluffy around his ears and neck. Remus was inclined to keep it that way as long as he could. He met Sirius’ gaze in the mirror and took another pointed sip. “Our lady of blessed electrolytes.”

“…give it.”

July 1, 1:30 a.m.

Sweat and glitter burned crystalline in the glow of multicolored LEDs. Sirius wasn’t sure where—or who—the glitter had come from, but finding one culprit in this crowd would be a losing battle, and one that required him to stand up. There was no way in hell he was leaving this perfect place.

Remus’ eyelashes threw shadows over his freckles when he blinked. “Do you think they’ll start leaving soon?”

“I’ve been hoping since midnight.”

His laugh was everything. Quieter at first, a mischievous snicker blooming loud at the end. Sirius let his eyes fall shut when Remus leaned over. His temple nestled against Sirius’ forehead. “Hi.”

The seam of his jeans rippled under Sirius’ fingertip. His quad flexed, and Sirius felt the weight in his lap grow heavier while Remus settled in. “Hey.”

“Proud of you.”

Sirius pressed his smile to a blush-warm cheek. God, he loved how pink Remus turned on nights like this. “I love you.”

It only took a minute adjustment, and they were kissing. He kept it soft and long and chaste, more a series of small pecks brought together by their closeness than anything. The tip of Remus’ nose was cool on the bridge of his own. He nibbled the corner of that grin and tasted bright apple-sugar, chasing it with a flick of tongue.

“You’re bad,” Remus murmured with audible delight, twisting slightly. He hardly went far—most of his weight rested on Sirius’ chest and he came closer without hesitation when Sirius tugged on his hips. His golden eyes flashed in the sudden transition from hot pink to blue lining their walls. “We have company.”

“So did Dumo.” Sirius kissed the roundness of his lower lip. “When we won the Cup.”

“We can’t throw a fuckin’ Pride party and then sneak off in the middle of it. It’s cliché.”

“If this is the middle, I’m sneaking off to sleep in an hour, and you can decide to join me or not.”

Remus’ laugh was loud all the way through, this time.

July 1, 6:00 p.m.

The groupchat had grown steadily more active as the hours passed and more of their friends were revived from their howling, sharp-toothed hangovers. Remus, for his part, had already sworn off alcohol six times in the past four hours. He hadn’t been left this hard-over since his junior year of college.

A gust of wind blew in from one of the many open windows and ruffled his shirt. Remus grimaced. “I still smell like a distillery.”

Sirius (who, despite his whinging, had recovered rather fast) sniffed the air. “Ouais.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“Worth it, though.”

Remus gave him a sideways look. “Was it?”

Sirius glanced up and frowned, then set his slice of pizza down. “I liked the party.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” One of his broad shoulders lifted in a shrug. “It was nice, having people around. The parade was fun. Kind of busy.” He took another bite, tipping his head back and forth thoughtfully even as a gentle blush colored his neck. “I like showing you off.”

Remus liked to think he had grown accustomed to Sirius’ sweetness—to his big heart and kind words, both of which were reserved for a select few that somehow included Remus. Yet he constantly found himself left speechless, cast far out to sea by the sheer honesty Sirius saved for him.

He stretched a leg out under the table and tangled their ankles together. “Love you.” Remus tilted his chin vaguely toward the window. “Here, and out there. For us and them.”

“We should have more parties,” Sirius said by way of an answer. The blush had risen to his ears. His foot ran along the length of Remus’ shin.

“Okay.”

“I want to see everyone, and I want to love you so they know it.”

Remus’ face hurt from keeping his smile from drifting too close to utter lunacy. “Okay.”

“We should ban glitter next year.” Sirius nodded to himself, then nudged Remus’ foot. “And frat boys.”

“They’re gay frat boys, though. They have a right.”

The bridge of Sirius’ nose wrinkled. Fucking adorable. “Well, maybe they just need to pick a side.”

“Lily was partially responsible for the biohazard margaritas,” Remus pointed out, picking a piece of pepperoni off Sirius’ slice and adding it to his own.

“She’s out, too.” Sirius jabbed his pizza at him. “And you’re on thin fucking ice, thief.”

“I’ll pick her party over yours.”

“You can’t pick your best friend over the person you’re gay married to. It’s Pride.”

Remus stole another pepperoni, dodging the smack of Sirius’ hand. “Then I’ll get gay married to Lily.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Any marriage I’m in is a gay one,” Remus informed him, slouching lower in his seat to hook his calf around Sirius’. “I can gay marry anyone I want. I’ll gay marry a dozen people and go to all their parties over yours. Ha-ha-ha.”

Sirius flicked a piece of pineapple at him; it bounced off his chin, and while he was distracted, Sirius stole one of his pepperonis back with a triumphant grin. “Fine. See if any of them put up with you like I do.”

“Thief.”

A foot poked Remus in the back of the knee. “Doesn’t count if it was already mine.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #fluff #sweater weather #vaincre #my fic #fanfic #lumosinlove #kasey winter #finn o'hara #alcohol

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fredwkong · 7 months

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Alphaworld File 3: Diary of an Alpha Transformation (1 of ?)

Click here to read Alphaworld in posting order.

An undated journal. It is heavily bedazzled on the covers, though many of the gems appear to have been scraped off or stepped on. There are several stains yellowing the coloured paper of the cover, mostly sweat.

Inside the front cover, there is a space where the owner is encouraged to write their name. Two names occupy the space, one on top of the other. The lower layer is written with a purple marker, neatly spelling the name “Ronaldo Herrera.” There are multicoloured sparkles drawn around the name, and glitter has been sprinkled over it. Some of the glitter appears to have been scraped off with a knife, and there is a 3 centimetre tear at the top interior of the page, as if someone was about to rip it out. On top of the first name, the name “RONNIE H” is scrawled in crude capitals using a pencil. The pencil was applied with sufficient force that graphite scrapes are visible from where they were brushed off the page.

Journal entries flow into each other without dating, but editors have split entries based on context and labelled them “Day One, Day Two, Day Three…” despite the fact that more than one day clearly proceeds between some entries. From this point onward, journal entries are transliterated directly, with marginalia and other notes on the text rendered in square brackets [] to distinguish them from the main body.

[Day One]

OMG, I’m soooo happy to be back on campus! Staying with my parents is such a bore! They don’t let me stream any of my shows, they say drag race is of the devil, and the town is so small that I’m, like, the only twink there. I can’t even get any dl dick all holiday because country guys are all totally masc for masc. My hole is toooootally desperate.

I’m so happy that Ollie across the hall got me this journal! He made it look soooo cute with all the stones! He’s, like, okay for a fellow bottom, even tho his massive crush on me is, like, totally obvious. Sorry babe, this dick is for decoration only lmao! Maybe we could get tag teamed by a big dick boy sometime, that’d be pretty hot. I've never bottomed alongside a transmasc dude.

Anyway, I just stopped at the dorm to drop off my suitcase and get out of my het drag, there’s a whole lotta frat parties starting tonight and if I wanna end my dry spell I’ve gotta be there! I just had to live my Sex and the City fantasy by putting down a few lines in the diary first!

[a doodle of an open-faced journal with scribbly lines on the page in rainbow colours]

[Day Two]

ZOMGGGGGGG [written in double-tall bubble letters across a quarter of the page, filled in with pink highlighter]

This term is gonna be SO AWESOME.

Campus is suddenly full of massive muscle men who are totally desperate for me! I was, like, totally the target of a dominance contest at the party last night, and it was SO HOT.

So I walk in, right? And I’m dressed in my usual, my lil slutty crop and my littlest shorts. Here, I took a pic before I left so you can see how cute I was.

Anyway, I’m cute, I’m obvious, I’m ready to have any guy absolutely wreck me. Like, last night, I would have taken a bicurious frat bro fucking me raw, my hole was so neglected. So I am a blaring neon sign: I’M A FAG [written in rainbow marker colours]

And as soon as I walk in, this GOD [a doodle of a massive man is in the margin, a perfect X shape covered in cartoonishly bulging muscles] comes up to me and is all, “Hey boy, I’m Nate.” He. Is. PERFECT. Gorgeous grey eyes, windswept dirty blond hair, a tank top hugging pecs the size of my HEAD. And his voice gets me tooootally weak in the knees. I can't believe he's LOOKING at lil ol me, even if I do look like a twinky slut.

But before I can even say anything to Nate, there’s another MASSIVE arm draped over my shoulder, and ANOTHER massive guy is whispering in my ear, like, “Name’s Lee. Want a drink?” I look over, and he’s just as hot as Nate, with shiny black hair and this perfect sexy smile like a J-pop star. But, like, if a J-pop star was 250 pounds of pure muscle and sex.

I swear all the air went out of the room. Suddenly, Nate and Lee were glaring at each other over me, and all these frat bros were staring.

BTW, when did all the frat bros get so cuuuute? Like, not as sexy as Nate and Lee, but they’re all totally cut this term and I think they’ve got some skincare going? Like I wanna go back sometime lmao.

Lee, like, GROWLED as he glared across me. I felt a li-ter-al rumble from his chest. Nate started totally flexing his big pecs, I thought his shirt was gonna shred in the middle. They didn’t even SAY anything, it was so totally primal. I think I got a whiff of Lee as he tucked me closer to his chest, and I realised he totally doesn’t use deodorant. He smelled totally HAWT.

Anyway, I have two perfect men fighting over me, and I’m not letting either of them go, so I go, “Boys, I promise my holes are big enough to share.” I totes flashed my dimples at them. [doodle of a smiley face]

They kept glaring at each other, but finally Lee was like, “I get his hole.” Maybe he, like, won the contest or whatever? Because Nate looked down at the floor and said, “Fine.” And I mean, fine with me! I love getting stuffed from both ends! What a way to come back from vacay!

We didn’t stay at the party long, just long enough for Lee to get me a drink and Nate to carry me around the dance floor a bit. I checked on Lee while we were dancing, and he was, like, totally making out with one of the frat bros. Like, a guy I knew was straight. I blew him freshman year when his gf was away. I guess Lee’s just like that, lmao.

We ended up upstairs. I think Lee’s in the frat? But we weren’t in his room, which was kinda hot. Lee and Nate sandwiched me between them as soon as we were through the door. I was tooootally surrounded by massive muscle as Nate made out with me and Lee sucked on my neck. I felt, like, high, with Nate’s big cock grinding into my belly through his jeans while Lee felt up my cute ass.

“You guys kissing would be so hot,” I gasped as Nate pulled off my shirt and Lee took off my shorts.

They both hesitated, I could feel it. “Oh c’mon,” I moaned, “you’re both tooootally hot, and you haven’t touched at allllll.”

Suddenly, Lee picked me up and threw me on a random frat bro’s bed. “I guess your mouth IS gonna be busy,” he said, which was SOOO hot, and then he started slicking up my hole.

Pretty soon, both hunks were balls deep in me. They were SOOOOOO big [doodles of massive, soft cocks cover the margins of this page] and I took ALL of them. Lee filled me up SO good, rubbing my prostate like he was fingering me. And Nate tasted, like, perfect. And the whole time, Nate kept pulling back just far enough that I could watch him and Lee kissing over me.

FUCK, they made me look like a little doll between them! I think once they were in me, all the dominance stuff went away, because they were TOTALLY making out. Nate’s, like, SO noisy, and Lee kept on doing that growl thing like he’d done before, which made me moan around Nate’s cock, which made him even noisier.

I came handsfree right before Lee flooded my ass and Nate filled my mouth with cum.

By the time our clothes were back on, Lee and Nate were back to playing their weird dick measuring game, keeping me between them as we went back to the party. I think Nate left pretty soon, but I danced for a bit longer and made out with a few frat bros. They really ARE super cute now, and they all seemed totally into me. Guess they finally got over being raging fucking homophobes lmao.

Anyway, I got home and crashed as soon as I’d cleaned all the cum and sweat off. Now my hand’s all crampy from writing for so long lol. Oooh, I should go tell Ollie all about it!

[Day Three]

I was, like, SO right.

The last few days have been AWESOME!!!! [jagged star doodles all around the word] I swear there are soooo many hunks on campus all of a sudden! One of my profs this term is a tooootal musclestud.

So I’m taking this class on fashion history, and when I looked it up, this Prof. Romano guy was listed for it. He was cute, one of those cute tweed aesthetic guys. You know, a fag who studies fashion. Like, OMG, that picture must be SO OLD.

I show up for class all ready to sit in the back row, but then I see this MAN standing at the podium. Like, total Italian stallion, with the dark waves and the stubbly jaw. He was, like, BURSTING out of his blazer. I could watch his pec bounce through three layers of fabric.

So obv I run down and sit in the front row. I’m not the first fag to have the idea, there’s already like 3 other twinks down there, but I’m totally the cutest. As the rest of the class comes in and sits down, these two GORGEOUS boys walk in and go up to the prof. They’re totally shredded, and dressed in complementary button-ups. And the muscle-god prof pats each of them on the head! Then they go sit down in some chairs behind the podium, and I can see their boners in their cute slacks.

The prof clears his throat, and it’s this DEEP, RESONANT sound. I got a total eargasm just listening to the rumble. “Good morning, class,” he says. And then his next words are TOTALLY burned into my brain:

[written in shaky block letters across a whole page] “You will call me Alpha Mario.”

And then he says, “I am your professor, and I will see you all for extra credit,” while rubbing himself through his pants, like half the class isn’t ready to have his babies. My cock was ROCK FUCKING HARD in my jeans. [doodle of a leaking penis]

He introduces his TAs as Beta Max and Beta Owen. IDK, maybe it’s a kink thing? He’s clearly their dom or something, they were totally devoted to him all class. I’d happily be Alpha Mario’s Beta if he’s hiring, lmao! [hearts are doodled around “Alpha Mario”]

Anyway, that’s just one ep in the PORN SHOW that is my life these days! Ollie’s room has been, like, a revolving door of cock since we got back, and I usually take two or three loads a day out on campus. This group of straight computer science geeks actually begged to fuck me yesterday, so I was dripping all the way home.

They were surprisingly buff for nerds, too! I should point out to Ollie that we gotta hit the gym if we wanna keep up with all the boys on campus this term. Can you imagine? Us at the gym! [The rest of the page is covered in stickers of the laughing emoji]

[Day Four]

Went to the gym today! Not to workout, but I had this new outfit idea and I thought it might get me noticed if I just hung out in the locker room. OH BOY, was I right!

Last few days all my clothes have been feeling super tight, so I’ve been doing a lot of [scribbled in rainbow marker] SHOPPING. It’s too bad, all my old clothes were suuuuper cute, but I’ve started giving some of my old faves to repeat fuckbuddies. One of the guys who used to push me around for being faggy, this guy called Brendan, has been coming over for the last few nights. I never realised how cute he is before!

Anyway, the first night Brendan came over he throatfucked me, but last night he told me he really wanted to feel my fingers in his hole, so I started fingering him! It was soooo hot that my cock ended up totally hard and before I knew it HE was blowing ME while I rubbed his prostate. He’s been texting me all day, begging to service my cock again. Lol, he just sent a voice message all like, “Please, Ronaldo, I’ll do anything to make you cum again!”

My point is I gave him a pair of my old booty shorts. They fit him perfectly, even though he NEVER had an ass as nice as mine before. He’s been wearing them all day today, just like I told him. It’s so hot, knowing he’s showing off like a fag even though he used to be a straight homophobe.

Fuck, I was writing about MY clothes! I’ve been so distracted by hot beta boys the last few days. I thought it was kinda time to change up my style, plus I looked super hot trying on some more dude-type clothes, so here’s the pic of me I took while I was hanging out at the gym.

I had guys HANGING OFF OF ME after a few minutes. It was totally hot, they wanted to do anything I said. Before long, I had a bunch of hot guys kissing me all over and all the cocks I could want to suck. Guys kept running out to grab their hot friends to join us, and all these guys were focussed on me.

At one point one of the staff came in, and I could tell it was to tell us to stop. He was a cute guy, really filled out his work polo, you know how gyms always hire swole dudes and curvy gurls to work at the front desk. I just gave him this LOOK from the middle of my pile of dudes, and I could feel his straightness melt away as his cock started leaking in his preppy shorts.

But just as I was about to cum, my cap got ripped off my head and I was dragged out of the pile by Nate, the guy from that frat party. I swear, he got even BIGGER since last time, he held me up by my shoulders like I was a paperweight. He was totally growling at me, too. He said something like, “I hate when they’re half done,” whatever that means, and then he yelled at all the other boys to get back to work.

Once we were along in the locker room, Nate shook me like a doll. “All the ex-het Betas can treat my gym as neutral ground, but it’s MY territory to you and the other half-done Alphas, you got it?” [note: Alpha and Beta are capitalised in the original text, although Ronnie does not seem to have been aware of the Alpha Phenomenon]

I was like “What are you talking about?”

Nate said, “You’ll get it.” Then I started smelling this INCREDIBLE smell. It was like really sharp cedar cologne mixed with fresh sweat. There was something else too, and it made me feel totally out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees swallowing Nate’s cock again. “Yeah,” he was saying while he fucked my throat, “this’ll speed you up. You’ll probably never submit again after this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I just stayed there, taking him all the way into my throat. I feel like a week ago it would’ve been totally hot, but today it felt different. Nate using me made me MAD [underlined several times]. I felt like I should do something about it, like punch him or steal one of his boys, but the smell coming off of him kept me docile.

Nate came really quietly, which made me madder. My throat is an incredible tool, okay? Any guy should be screaming when I blow him, especially a noisy top like Nate. Then he patted me on the head like I was a little boy and said, “Head home. Drop a load in that guy who lives across from you, he should be progressing well too.” Then he just. Walked away.

I was gonna stay here all night just to spite the asshole, but I’m super horny again and I don’t wanna go back out. Maybe I’ll go see if Ollie’s got any visitors tonight or if he wants me to fill his holes for him.

[Day Five]

[From this point, entries are written in a noticeably heavier hand. Lowercase Es and Os become jagged.] Fuck, last night was fucking awesome. I knocked on Ollie’s door, and he answered in nothing but a thong, showing his bottom growth right through the fabric. His legs have been getting so hairy and thick, he looked super slutty. Plus his room smelled like sex and cum. I’ve been sleeping out, but seems like Ollie’s been taking house calls.

“Ronaldo?” he said, blinking up at me in surprise. I think we used to be a matching pair of little twinks, but guess I’ve had a growth spurt.

I shoved through the door. What was he gonna do, stop me? I was like, “Where’s your lube?” It came out of my mouth so deep, in a crazy manly register. “I wanna finger you.”

Ollie fuckin’ moaned when I said that, and stumbled over to his night table to grab it. He keeps his lube right out in the open, proud of how much cock he takes. I was already dropping my jeans, my cock was getting super hard and I hate feeling it strain. It deserves to be seen anyway.

Once I grabbed Ollie’s lube, he stood against the wall and presented his ass for me. Fuck, just remembering the look of all that hair on his fat ass is making me leak again. Okay I jerked a bit, should be able to write. [there is a stain on the page here]

Ollie’s hole was still loose from his last dick appointment, so I pushed three fingers in nice and easy. Ollie was moaning, all, “When did your fingers get so thick,” and “What’s happening to us, Ronaldo?” so I roughed up his G-spot a bit until he wasn’t being so articulate anymore.

“What’s happening to us is we’re gonna rule this school,” I hissed at him. I’d realised that it wasn’t gonna be enough to finger him and make him blow me. I needed to shoot inside his ass right fucking now. “Fags are in fucking charge here now.”

Fuck, wait, I need to text Brendan and get him over here. I need him milking my cock so I can focus on writing.

[There are several crude doodles of dicks, asses, and cum splatters in various marker colours before the entry continues on the facing page]

So anyway I slammed Ollie against the wall and shoved my cock into him. My cock’s so much fucking bigger now, too. Like it’s really filling up Brendan’s mouth while he sucks on me. I had enough cock to really saw at Ollie's asshole, and I felt him cum handsfree onto the wall.

“That’s it,” I growled in his ear as I had to hold him up. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since we became neighbours, right? Ollie wanted to get Ronnie’s big alpha dick in his hole.” It felt good to call myself a

[in massive letters on its own line] ALPHA

Ollie didn’t really say words at that point, just lots of “Yes” and “More.” I could hear his voice getting deeper with every thrust, too.

By the time I was getting close, Ollie’s room reeked like ME. It wasn’t a bad smell, but I knew any boy who came in here would be able to tell that all this musk and spice wasn’t just Ollie. It would take weeks for this to be really Ollie’s territory again now that I had marked it. “Fuck, show me that man pussy,” I ordered him, and threw him down in his bed.

Switching holes felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’m fucking built for topping, I can’t believe I thought I hated it. I fucked Ollie through a couple more orgasms and then let myself fill up his man pussy with what felt like 3 loads.

I fell asleep still inside him.

FUCK. I just came in Brendan’s mouth, and it felt totally different. Like, I marked Ollie’s room, but I didn’t mark HIM. His holes are open for anyone to fill. He can own other boys for all I care. But Brendan? Brendan’s fucking MINE. He’s mine he’s mine he’s mine. MY Brendan. [scribbled hastily] I need his hole NOW.

[written later]

I took a pic of Ollie before I started fingering him. I bet he looks totally different now, like me. Gotta go, MY Brendan’s gonna show me how to do a gym session.

To Be Continued...

#alphaworld #male transformation #mental change #male tf #muscle tf #reality change #musk tf #dom tf #hairy tf #gradual change #all fwkong

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UNFORGETTABLE - l. hs

no matter how much you wanted to forget Heeseung, he would always make his way back into your life

pairing ; heeseung x fem!reader genre ; exes to ???, slight angst, college au warnings ; jealousy, kissing, swearing

mae’s note ; reblogs and criticism are appreciated! 🤍

“Having fun?” you heard a masculine voice say behind you. You quickly turned around to meet the man who was standing in front of you.

You recognized immediately that familiar face, it was Sim Jaeyun. You never actually talked in college since your majors were the opposite of one another, but you casually met him at frat parties like the one you were at right now.

“Pretty boring in here, y’know” you replied, a genuine smile appearing on your face. You heard the boy snicker at your answer, not knowing what was so funny in what you said.

“They’re going to play beer pong in a bit, want to be my partner?” he changed the subject of your conversation, asking you to be his partner for the game.

You nodded your head while still giving him a smile, looking around the room, searching for the table where you will play. “Would love that” you replied, earning a smile from the boy.

He grabbed your wrist and led you to the table, slightly bumping into all the people who were at the party. Your eyes were lingering around, trying to find Aeri, your best friend. You wondered if she was already getting laid on.

While you were looking around, your eyes locked in with a person. It was Lee Heeseung.

Your heart skipped a beat, making your body feel a chill sensation. The look on his eyes was telling you that he was annoyed at the sudden skinship with Jaeyun.

You slowly let go of Jaeyun’s hand, approaching the shell of his ear since the music was too loud to understand each other from a distance.

“Wait for me, I forgot something outside” you told him, nearly yelling from all the noise in the room. You watched the boy nod and give you a pat on your shoulder before making your way outside, needing to take a breath.

As soon as you walked out, you were met by a cold breeze that made you shiver slightly, rubbing yourself with the palms of your hands to create warmth.

“Going for your ex’s friends now?” your body froze. You recognized that voice straight away. You felt his frame approaching you, leaving you lost in thoughts.

“As far as I know, we broke up a long time ago, Heeseung.” you replied, trying to hide the weakness that was persisting in your head.

You and Heeseung didn’t break up in good terms. A heated argument of yours led to you two splitting up. You knew for a fact that you missed each other, but both of you had too much pride to admit it.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Saerom for her number?” his voice had a teasing tone in it. Your jaw clenched at the mention of her name. She was mainly the reason of your break up, and hearing your name made you feel challenged and annoyed.

“Go fuck yourself, Lee” your response was bitter enough to make Heeseung understand your annoyance at the mention of the girl’s name. You heard a laugh from the guy, making you turn your head and glare at his face.

He then abruptly made his way to you, nearly closing the gap between the two of you, smirking at the redness that spread across your face. After taking a close look at your face, he planted his lips on yours, making his hands travel freely through your body, only to place them on your waist.

You tilted your head too quickly for your liking to deepen the kiss, heat filling your body. You cupped his face as he continued kissing you, not wanting to leave your lips.

The kiss was interrupted when he moved to your cheeks, making you whine silently as you didn’t want for it to end.

He made his way to your jawline and then to your neck, kissing your sensitive spot, making you wonder if he remembered.

After tracing kisses through your neck, you heard him say something.

“You will never forget about me, Y/n.”

#enhypen angst #heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #enhypen imagines #enhablr #heeseung drabbles

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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Hi! :) Could you write frat!Peter during a lazy morning showing reader that little vídeo he recorded back in Berlin in Homecoming? And he's like: you see, I wasn't always this hot!!! And you tell him he was still so cute and that you'd have loved dated him back then as well?

i watched it as i wrote it and i fell back in love with the lil cutie.

watch peter's vlog here

Peter hisses and shakes his arm from where you have your teeth sunk in.

“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t believe you weren’t always this juicy.”

“I’m not a steak, you can’t just take a bite of me.”

You wink and run your hand down his naked chest, “no, but you are a delicious hunk of meat.”

Peter groans and pushes your hand off, you wriggle in closer to his body, your bare chest sticks against his ribcage, evaporated sweat glues you together.

“I’m telling you now, you wouldn’t have said that like five years ago.”

You kiss his chest, his hand tries to lay down your hair, “I’d take you up on that bet.”

“Oh really?”

You frown when your lips meet air, the skin you dotted kisses cross ripped away to the other side of the bed, peter sees your empty pout and rolls his eyes, “gimme a second,” he rolls back the other way, his half charged phone in his hand, you softly cheer and continue to press kisses against the swell of his chest.

“Tell me you’d still date me.”

Peter’s phone is in landscape mode, his finger hovering over the play button until your attention is captured. The thumbnail was a black screen with tile words, you try to hold back a snort at the ‘A Film by Peter Parker.’ You held his wrist to angle his phone more towards you and motion him to play it.

“Oh my god!” You squeal out the words and pinch your boyfriends wrist, “you sound like such a baby! Oh my god, you’re so cute.”

“Not even ten seconds in,” peter presses play.

“You’re not supposed to show anyone this, but you’re showing me? Oh my god, that is so cute, I love you so much.”

“Are you going to do this when you see me at fifteen?”

You press against him further, he can feel your heart beating quickly against his side, you were terribly excited.

You scream when he finally flips the camera, it makes him jump slightly and you fly upright and pull the phone from his grasp to bring it three inches from your face. You jump between the screen and the boy on your right, trying to place which one you like better, both are awfully cute.

“You are such a baby! Look how cute you are, oh my god! You sound so little, look at your widdle cheeks here!” You push the phone back in his face, he finds it comical, you bring your hands to try and pinch at his cheeks but over the years he’s become more defined and has much less baby fat.

“What the fuck is that!” You choke out a laugh at his suit, you assume it was the homemade one he very briefly, one time mentioned. Peter’s blush confirmed the assumption, “hey! I did what I could.”

“I saw that montage of pretty berlin girls, petey, imagine if they knew you were a hero.” You laugh when he reaches a hand to pinch at your side, your positions changed, no longer laying next to Peter you’re sitting with your legs tucked underneath, your knees poking the side of his thigh. You’re both naked, his top sheet pooled around your waists, chests bare to each other.

Peter’s phone is in your grasp, his left hand rests on your thigh, eyes tied at your face to watch your reaction, he’s happy you’re enjoying it this much, he thought for sure you’d make fun of him and pray to the heavens you found him now, but he’s now thinking you may have liked him better as a kid.

You pout and awe at him, “you looked so happy when you got your new suit, I love you so much, oh my god.”

Your jaw drops at the end, “were you a virgin when you filmed this?”

Peter snorts, “sure was.”

“Literally, how? Cause you are so fucking hot here, like after the shower? You know your wet hair is my weak spot, and the flip? Why don’t you flip for me more, like now I know that’s a thing you can do, why are you not doing it? Like, babe, I’d fuck the shit out of you here, like my fifteen year old self would.”

Peter takes his phone back, “you’re still convinced you’d date me back then?”

He is chuffed, he won’t admit how ego inducing your praises were.

You move to lay back up against him, settling with your head on his chest you smile at him.

“You said the best day of your life was when you got your new suit, how could I not love you?”

Peter winces, “that’s not the best day of my life.”

You frown, “it’s not?”

He shakes his head confidently, “nope, it’s been updated.”

You tilt your head, “oh, to when?”

Peter kisses your forehead, “to the day I met you.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #mcu peter parker #my writing

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heerinnie · 1 year

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U are my high.

PART 1 | PART 2 (not proofread)

SYNOPSIS: Jake has always been your and Sunghoon’s best friend. Just the three of you against the world with the strongest bond you’ve ever had, your soulmate, partner in crime, crush and brother’s closest friend. Could there be a chance you were something more? And if you were, would you risk the 7 years of friendship you shared and break the trust of your dear brother?

WARNINGS: fratboy!Jake, reader refers to Jake as Jae Jaeyun and Jake, mentions of masturbating, Jake’s a borderline perv, angst, weed, drinking, friends to lovers, making out, cliffhanger ending.

WC: Around 4k

GUIDE: text like this = flashback, text like this = incoming smut

(open) TAGLIST: @onlyjaeyun

The hours of the day passed like minutes as the anxiety of the party you were going to attend crept up your spine. It’s not like you were scared or uncomfortable, in fact you felt as comfortable as could be because the reassuring presence of your best friend of 7 years.

Growing up with an older brother meant his best friends were almost always over and eventually as some time passed those friends became some of your closest companions. Especially Jake, you were the closest to him out of everyone, he was the Park sibling favourite. Growing up with Jaeyun you witnessed him go from a nerdy quiet 14 year old to a a popular frat boy everyone dreamed of but throughout that growth he was always just Jaeyun or Jae to you and nothing could change that, every year was the same but this year. This year was different, every day at school you see his smile light up like a bright sun which has always made you weak in the knees giving you a butterfly rampage in your stomach. Each evening you find yourself laying facing your wall like some sort of kid making stupid noises while scrolling through his endless archive of photos on instagram. Worst thing about this crush was that he was feeding into your delusions like an idol giving out fan service. His eyes were always on you, your DMs were pinned to the top of his socials, he even had you as his wallpaper even though it was just a candid picture of you and Sunghoon that he took. You would never risk asking him to be yours so all the slight touches and knee buckling whispers you shared were meaningless. The possessiveness in you made you feel sick about the thought of tipsy and almost drunk girls dangling off of Jake’s shoulder like cheap jewellery knowing all they wanted was just to get in his bed for one night. It was selfish, you were selfish. You knew he’d only want to make sure they arrived home safely and kindly brushing off their sexual gestures like the gentleman he was but inside of you there was always a lingering feeling of disappointment and fear when his big puppy like eyes left yours. It’s called being an attention whore. You thought he felt like he was still a big brother to you and you’re nothing but a his best mate’s little sister he had to babysit, that’s all you were ever going to be Sunghoon’s cool little sister.

Your body reflected in the mirror Jae helped you put up, whilst examining the outfit you had on a far memory of the moving day popped up in you head remember how Jae helped you and Sunghoon move in to your shared apartment far from your parents and how your luck that day was nonexistent, it was a smooth ride until you a dropped a box full of clothes in front of him exposing the smallest pairs of underwear and mini dresses you owned right at jaehyun’s feet. In that box was the dress you were wearing tonight, a simple short black dress that rose just above your knees with lace cutouts accentuating your curves, with the failure of the last party you and your crew attended you decided to go all out and wear the sluttiest piece of clothing you owned to catch a certain someone’s attention, all types of thoughts blared in your head of how the night could potentially go until you hear a voice snap you out of your thoughts,

“You look like a statue” you heard his accented voice tell you,

“What?” Your body finally turned around to look the man in his eyes, you read his expression yet you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His gaze churned with a look of shock and disbelief, jaw dropping and eyes widening at the sight of your outfit,

“What.” You asked again, this time with a hint of insecurity lacing your tone thinking the outfit you chose made you look unflattering when it was the complete opposite. You would never care what anyone especially a guy would think of you and your style choices and yet you always wanted Jake’s approval.

“Why are you so fucking pale?” you sighed at his words, hoping to calm down your nerves and heart rate before you collapse with his intense look still lingering on you. What a strange reaction to seeing your best friend all dolled up.

“Oh I don’t know Jaeyun” your voice retorted, ‘’maybe it’s because you look like you just saw a ghost-”

“Woah don’t pull out the government name” he fake sulked pulling his hands up to his chest covering his dramatically wounded heart letting his expression default to his normal cheery self after a while.

“I didn’t even say anything no need to bark at me” his amused voice echoed through your head as his eyebrows cocked up,

“I would never bark for or at you Mr Sim” the fabric of his dress shirt burned your fingertips as you poked the older male to tease him for his previous statement. You didn’t even know what was going through you at this point, you were best friends for 7 years along with your brother, the three of you were like family so it just felt so wrong and disturbing to all of a sudden have these sort of thoughts and feelings for someone sunghoon claimed to be his ‘brother from another mother’. It’s just a tiny crush and that was the most you’d ever admit. As far as you knew both you and Hoon were in love with him but in two completely different ways, he had so much platonic love and admiration for him yet you just wanted to climb onto of him and make him yours, you obviously never really did anything about your strange attraction because you never dared break the line between your brother and your his best friend.

“My empathy senses are tingling, what’s wrong?” His bigger hand clutched your pointer finger and moves it away from his chest letting his finger tips linger on you for a little longer than necessary.

“Nothing...” that’s a lie something really was wrong and you knew it because every time he touched you you felt a spark go down your spine and your head get a little dazed. Even at the most minuscule and innocent touches you wanted to lose your cool and scream like a banshee. Not wanting to push you out of your comfort zone he dropped the topic and started leading you out of the bedroom towards the main entrance where everyone else including your brother had gathered.

“Y/nnie... you look beautiful tonight” you were met with a hug from heeseung the oldest of the bunch. Heeseung was the most lightweight person you knew since everyone around you were slightly tipsy whilst seung was already giggling to himself after the 3 pre-party drinks he shared with the crew. You gave the oldest a pursed lipped smile and a small laugh imagining the chaos that would unfold once the party was in its peak. Meanwhile, Jake’s eyes never left your face again trying to read your mind and ignore his own feelings of jealousy igniting.

“I’m gonna steal Miss Park for a second if that’s fine with you” his hand tugged on your arm leading you away from the group before anyone could protest, you heard Hoon shout something about no funny business after you and Jake left the group yet you paid it no attention. You didn't need Jake's words to guide you as you followed him towards the empty living room like a lovesick puppy, he practically dragged you there like a marionette.

“Alright, tell me.” The words left his mouth after hiding behind a door to the next room leaving the group stranded in the hallway,

"Nothing I'm fine" you shrugged him off lightly trying to smile as genuinely as you could,

"Y/n come on, stop drowning and wallowing in self pity, I know somethings wrong and I’m not gonna let it ruin ou- your night" his words genuine and eyes were sincere.

“If it’s about last time then I’m still sorry, I’ll apologise as many times as I have to” you felt yourself cringe at the memory of the last party you two attended.

“For goodness sake don’t bring that up, please just leave that in the past!” You hissed out the words through your gritted teeth letting Jake know it’s still a sensitive topic. Another reason for your random mood drop was the agonising memories of the last party you attended alone with Jake.

—

He wouldn’t stop talking and laughing with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen paying you little to no attention leaving you wandering thought the packed house alone. Manoeuvring thought sweaty dancing bodies until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of a grinning smile you recognised somewhere but your drunken eyes couldn’t recognise who it was until you heard him ask you to dance. You almost immediately recognised Nicholas agreeing to dance with him. Your idgaf mentality snuck up on you as you felt your hips push with his, you were as they say dancing without leaving space for Jesus. The alcohol infiltrating your veins blurred your mind as you look up at Nicholas realising just how attractive he is and to get your mind off Jake and his walking talking one night stand you made a move. You felt his plush lips press on yours igniting a flame only Jake has ever set afire, his sharp eyes darkened as he pulled you aside to an empty room letting you continue what you started. All was going well, Jake and that bimbo were out of your subconscious and you were getting all hot and bothered with a beautiful man letting his hands roam all over your barley covered body feeling a pool of arousal build as his explored your mouth. His deeper than usual voice asking you if you really wanted to do this you purred out a response telling him that you’re up for it it he is. His soft hands tracing up your thighs as all the space between you was gone, but of course you can’t have one peaceful night in your life and Jake and the devil herself stumbled in the room almost eating each others faces. It took no time for Jake to realise the situation and he pushed the girl off of him and landed his palm on his neck thinking of something to say and yet no words came out.

Embarrassed, angry and disappointed you let your body run out of the room leaving Nicholas and Jake exchanging looks, one of embarrassment and awkwardness and the other of pure rage and shock.

Never in your life have you wanted two guys to fight over you. Well that’s a lie, you did but not like this. Not in a public place surrounded by people you know and that are actively in your social circle but that didn’t stop from Nicholas and jake rushing after you.

“Wait!” One of them called out after you, it didn’t matter who it was you just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It didn’t take long for them to catch up with you as you stood outside the building trying to catch a breathe after suffocating inside for what felt like hours. Jake approached you pushing Nicholas out of the way. It only took a few seconds for your rage to build up and push Jake away from your body and your intoxicated body stumbling from your own impact,

“You dick.” Your emotionless voice whispered, Jakes hurt voice mumbled a quiet what to your reaction,

“You Sim Jaeyun are the biggest dick I’ve ever met, you’re fucking unbelievable” you slurred out louder than before watching as Jake’s face twisted into a pained expression mirroring the same one he pulled a few hours before in the safety of your own rooms. Before Jake could reply you started walking off feeling like you were about to vomit from all the emotions you felt,

"Wai-" he called out again attempting to take off going after you until Nicholas blocked you out of his way,

“Not now dude” nicho defended you trying to give you space like a good friend he was. You were still walking not caring about the tears pouring down your cheeks. You stopped abruptly when you heard the sound of a punch, pulling you back towards the entrance of the party where Jake stood pulling the boy by his collar. The sight knocked wind out of your lungs as you rushed back to Nicholas’ side watching as a small trail of blood slid from his nose. That was enough for you to turn around and slap your brother’s best friend straight in the face,

“You ignore me for majority of the party, you start trying to fuck that girl inches away from me and then you let me leave ALONE in a house full of drunk dudes that smells like booze and weed” you got closer to his face poking your finger on his chest making him back up a little.

“Then once I finally find a nice guy you and your leech interrupt the only part of the night i would’ve enjoyed and now what you punch him in him face for stepping up for me?” You let out a dry laugh of disbelief not wanting to believe that someone you called your best friend would do that. Why couldn't he just get it over with right now, like ripping off a bandaid and tell you now. Tell you how you drive him to insanity, why couldn't he be honest with his own desires? If only you knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt you, letting the mixture of alcohol and his shame of wanting to forget you get the worst of him.

“You are such a pussy, I genuinely can’t even look at you right now Jake!” Your voice raising in anger before you delivered the final blow,

“What would Sunghoon think? Hm?” The humiliation that rested with the name of your brother broke his mind, reminiscing over the nights when he did all those things behind Hoon’s back letting himself give in to the temptation you brought along.

“What would MY brother think of you when he find out you left your only responsibility of the night to get some pussy? That you’re too busy being a man whore for a girl who’s name you don’t know and will probably never speak to again, making her your priority”.

You’ve never seen Jake cry before so the sight of tears welling up in his eyes made your heart swell with an inexplainable ache never in your 7 years of friendship have you seen Jake let out a tear whatsoever unleash a tsunami of emotion, never did you expect that at some point in your life you'd have to witness the real Jake instead of the usually happy faced guy who never shows his pain or sadness to you. It was then when you realised the real problem was not you wanting him, the problem was something much deeper and serious since the Jake you knew would never let you down like this.

“Honestly Jake, you’re lucky she ran into me and not some dude that would do fuck all to her” and with that you left with Nicholas driving you back home promising yourself you’ll never attend a party after that at least not with Jake.

—

It took weeks for Jake to get back onto your and Hoon’s radar after days and days of ignoring his texts. You wanted to talk to him but you felt so ashamed and hurt you couldn’t look at him, but now that was all in the past. Both you and Sunghoon forgave him sooner than later not wanting to waste the beautiful 7 years you held together over a girl and Jake’s raging hormones.

After what felt like forever Jake finally snapped you back into reality with his hand on your shoulder,

“I promise I won’t leave you again.” His voice whispered into your ear as he let his body swallow you into a hug.

“I’ll be stuck to you like glue until you tell me to piss off” you finally let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in until he started tracing circles on your neck. Sim Jaeyun will be the death of you one day.

After that whole moment, you felt relief as you walked back into the hallway getting ready to leave not noticing the glances of suspicion jay, hoon and sunoo exchanged at your return.

The ride to the party was short and loud as you were squished between heeseung and Jake. You loved the little crew of friends you acquired but damn were they loud, you were sort of glad that they were though because all that noise the boys were producing interrupted the voice of anxiety that’s been marinating in the back of your mind since the morning.

Once you arrived at the house , you could hear music blaring from inside the house along with yells and laughter from people doing dumb shit for the fun of it, this was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Do you have any idea how much effort I went through to not smell like weed?” you you heard a shout form the other side of the door eventually locking eyes with the culprit. Yeonjun rushed over welcoming his friends with open arms, it was no doubt that yeonjun threw the best monthly parties ever, like the ones you see in euphoria or project x and being a music major himself he always had the best playlists to drink and dance to.

Another skill of his was decorating his beautifully prestigious home into a total party house, your gaze lingered on the designed windows showcasing the large backyard where the rest of the party was going down. His excuse for throwing another massive party was that it was someone birthday, who’s? A random man he met outside of a shop the day before, it wasn’t even known if the birthday boy was there himself but that didn’t stop him from celebrating the dudes birth. You were more than grateful that you had friends that you could fuck around with and forget the mundanity of being a student with a 9/5 job.

The environment of the house changed completely when you entered the backyard, whilst yeonjun may have claimed he just put some tables and chairs out, he totally went above and beyond. He placed strings of fairy lights from the ceiling of patio to the railings of the pool umbrellas. Everyone was dancing enjoying their night with a few faces you’ve never seen before but before you could leave and socialise Jake jogged to you bringing over some drinks he got from the liquor table claiming it’s yeonjun’s magic party elixir.

You doubted that yeonjun actually knew how to make a ‘magic potion’ but knowing him and his ways of labelling things you weren’t complaining as the beverage tasted heavenly.

As you watched everyone move you couldn’t help but felt Jake’s arm slither around your waist pulling you closer his the warmth of his body. You could smell the sweet aroma of his coconut scented body wash and cologne you gifted him as an anniversary gift celebrating the past couple years you’ve spent with him.

“You seem bored, are you?” his honey voice whispered into your ear whilst the clutch on your side tightened,

“Wanna go somewhere else? I know a place here that you’d appreciate” your eyes moved to the sight of Jake’s half bitten lip trying to analyse his body language to get a hint of if tonight was the night you’d cross the line of your friendship and the boundary hoon set up between you and his best friends. A slight smirk formed on your face as you felt his hand shift from your waist to your palm leading you upstairs not noticing the pair of eyes watching the scene quietly unfold.

You reached the top of the stairs you stopped and looked around feeling a sense of dejà vu looking at the pictures of your friend group with yeonjun from previous parties plastered on the walls. Strangely enough there wasn’t a picture of party you last attended, maybe it wasn’t just you that had a bad experience that night.

Once you made it past the door of the room you saw a balcony that Jake stopped infront of locking his eyes with yours, making you feel small and comfortable under his watch. With one swift movement the balcony door flew open revealing a string of fairy lights wrapped around rusting railing casting warm colours contrasting the browns and grays of the aging metal. The view of the car littered driveway ignited a feeling of peace, a feeling of relaxation and happiness as the cool night breeze hit your legs making you shiver.

“What would you say if you and me went somewhere beyond whatever we have right now?” Jake’s body pressed onto the railing letting his shoulders relax,

“Jake, are you trying to flirt with me?”

“I mean…” his shoulders lifted into a shrug,

“I guess I’ve been trying for the last 3 years” you definitely misheard what he said.

“Sorry?” Your breathy voice questioned the confession,

“For years I needed you, in secrecy and silence…” Jake let his head drop to his chest as the words carelessly left his thoughts. The Shakespearean words that left his mouth gave you a feeling of unease as anxiety consumed both you and him at the reaction of his best friend and your brother finding out about the nature of the situation you pushed yourself into. His mind travelled back to the memory of the night you fought and for a moment everything seemed scarily surreal. No matter how hard he tried it seemed nearly impossible to keep it together. The guilt of staying up all night to talk to you long after Hoon went to sleep only to hang up at 3am and try to ignore the aching tent in his pants. The dishonour of having to look his best friend in the eyes a couple hours after having perverted dreams about his younger sister.

“Please… say something” The self loathing broke through his words causing you to look away for a moment before snapping back to situation,

"You wanted me for years but kept quiet about it?"

"Yes" His face fell under the glow,

“Why are you telling me now?” You've known Jake for 7 years now and in almost half the time he was always fighting against his attraction towards you. The teasing has been endless as well as the flirting that seemed meaningless but now you see it in a different light than before.

He always told himself to be strong and stay away from you because of what would happen if anyone found out about this, the rumours that might surface since he didn’t necessarily have the best reputation, how much it would hurt Hoon, especially when he promised to take care of his only sibling. You both knew each other well, hell you two even got changed in the same room but no matter how many times he promised himself to take things slow and move on you always stumbled in pushed him to his limit. Why did it take so long? Why did his thought spill like water out of a tap?

"Because it's been too long”

his body now taking baby steps towards your upright and stiff body. A glint of hunger lacing his bittersweet words, it was never supposed to go this far. Jake gave up on girls when he met you and swore off having a relationship because no girl compared to you choosing to temporarily live a life without real intimacy since you were off limits. You don't understand why he was so honest to you after years of masking and hiding and maybe you would’ve found out right then and there if it wasn’t for the intrusive knock on the bedroom door behind you. Jake jumped away from you to open the door only to see the same eyes that pierced your back when you escaped upstairs with Jake.

I did it! I finally finished this fix that I was supposed to post like 2 months ago. Now you’re just gonna have to wait for me to write part 2 😚 (it will probably be here in like 2 weeks or smth since I’m back from my writing vacation). I kinda rushed the end and if you didn’t understand what the text in italics meant it was a flashback to the party accident that caused y/n to feel anxious about that party. I’ll also mention that English isn’t my first language so if there are errors please just let your inner voice autocorrect it.

Reblogs and feedback is always welcome here since I love seeing what you guys have to say or just seeing your reactions, stay safe ily 💟💟

-Rinnie <3

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killakalx · 2 months

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Wild frat boy!dick Grayson gaslight you into thinking that he didn’t mean to kiss another girl at a party? Like you guys are between the line dog dating and just being friends so you think that you two are exclusive only to eachother but Dick didn’t get the memo so when reader confronts Dick he’s like “whaaaat? I have no idea that happened. Ok it did happen but she kissed me first. It’s fine we’re not together anyways. The kiss meant nothing I don’t get why you’re so upset about it. I didn’t even get her name who it I wanted to I couldn’t even track her down..”

-🫶

this is one of the asks i wanted to save for when i could write smth bc i have things to say. dick grayson has things to say!!! i’m impatient with myself though so i’ll just scatter a few crumbs for now

i wanna get one thing clear about my fratboy!dick. he’s an asshole. charming and sweet for his own benefit, but i’m gonna touch your hand when i say he’s not gonna gaslight you into anything lmao he’s gonna own that shit! it damn near pisses him off that you even thought you two were exclusive. but trust the process. you confronting him about a kiss can lead to him fucking the lights out of you since you’re sooo upset about it.

he might be a little pissy about it ofc, saying “what, you’re bitching about a kiss ‘cause you’re missing out on something?” while he’s snatching your panties down to fuck you. his eyes are a little squinty when he tilts his head and shrugs, “not like i fucked her- but i know what you want, babe.” in the moment you’re so defeated that he ends up being right; you felt tossed to the side all the way up until now, because you only matter to him when he’s tryna get his dick wet and trying to get anything else out of him is useless. you settle with calling it a moment of weakness when your legs spread for him because no matter how undeserving he is of your time, he’ll always be a good fuck.

#this sounds a little angsty but that’s not my intent #as much potential as there is for an angst plot im not interested in writing it i fear #kali ;; inbox #🫶🏽 anon !!#kali ;; dg

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yeoosaangg · 11 months

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Half of My Heart || Kinktober - Day 24

pairing ▸ jeong jaehyun × f!reader

now playing ▸ half of my heart - josh makazo

⤷ ❝know you still have things to say. it's different since i broke us apart.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, jock!jaehyun, exes to lovers, smut

warnings ▸ period sex, praise, fingering, marking, car sex, mentions of blood (obviously)

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You go to the skate park late at night to think.

It helps when you've got a lot on your mind and need to unwind, but you couldn't do that tonight.

A bunch of frat boys came together to throw a party, one you were invited to. It may not be your usual night out, but at least it was different.

Now alcohol can be your escape from a broken heart.

Kevin: Hey, you made it!

Y/n: I'm usually here skating on a regular night.

Kevin: Saved you a seat, right here

You roll your eyes as he pats his lap. You look around and see that there truly was no more space to sit and just take his offer.

Y/n: So, did I miss anything?

Kevin: Nah. Just a few guys on the football team having a chugging contest.

Y/n: Mmm, boring.

Kevin: It was.

You scan the park just to have something to do, but it proves to be a mistake when you spot your ex-boyfriend making out with one of the cheerleaders.

That hurts.

Kevin: Where'd your mind go just now?

Y/n: Saw Jaehyun playing tonsil hockey with captain preppy.

Kevin: Brutal. Need me to kick his ass?

Y/n: Nah. He'd squash you like a bug and I happen to love my best friend.

Kevin: I hate when you're right.

You guys laugh and you get up to grab a closed bottle of beer. When you come back, Kevin notices your ex staring at you two.

Kevin: He's looking.

Y/n: Don't care.

Kevin: He looks like he wants to kill me.

You roll your eyes and position yourself so you're straddling Kevin. He doesn't react, just holds your exposed hips so you don't fall back.

Y/n: You think from this angle it'll look like we're kissing?

Kevin: Yeah, why?

You put your thumb on his lips before kissing your nail, pressing your forehead against his. Kevin wraps his arm around you to make it look like he's pulling you in deeper.

You pull away and smile at him, a silent thank you for going along with your plan.

Kevin: He's coming over here.

Y/n: Don't lie to me, Moon.

So much for not caring.

Kevin: Just turn around.

You do and feel your heart drop as he strides over to you.

Y/n: Shit, gotta go.

Kevin: Have fun, bestie! Use protection!

You flip him off and hurriedly make your way towards the parking lot. Maybe you'll get home quicker if you run.

Jaehyun: Y/n! Wait up!

Why does he sound like he's right behind you?

You make a noise of surprise when he grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

Y/n: Oh, hey.

Jaehyun: Hey. Did you not hear me?

Y/n: Nope, sorry.

Lie.

Jaehyun: Can we talk?

Y/n: I don't think that's a good idea.

Jaehyun: Please? I swear I'll leave you alone after, if that's what you want.

You sigh.

He was using those stupid eyes of his. The ones where they get all soft and kind.

He still knows how to make you weak.

Y/n: Fine.

He smiles and guides you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. You feel his warm fingers curl around your waist, almost like he's afraid you'll run.

You curse yourself for wearing a crop top.

He opens the passenger door and you reluctantly get in.

There was an awkward silence when he gets in, locking the car doors. It was only for privacy reasons.

Jaehyun: I hate how we left things.

Y/n: How you left things.

He takes a deep breath and nods.

Jaehyun: I never wanted to hurt you.

Y/n: But you did.

He broke things off two months ago because he "needed to be with someone that matches his popularity", hence the bimbo he was making out with.

Jaehyun: It's just- I got lost in the glory of being the quarterback, that I became a different person. I let go of the one person who means the most to me because of it.

Stupid excuse.

Y/n: I get it, Jae. I'm not popular enough for you. I'm not drop-dead gorgeous enough for your new friends. But you didn't have to insult me when you broke things off. That was just cruel on your part.

He understands that.

He messed up so bad and it cost him the love of his life.

Jaehyun: You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. That is a fact no one will ever get to prove wrong. My heart will always belong to you.

Oh.

He still has feelings for you?

Jaehyun: If you can give me another chance, I swear I'll do right by you.

Y/n: Don't you have a girlfriend?

Jaehyun: No.

Y/n: Then why were you making out with the head cheerleader? Thought she was your arm candy.

Jaehyun: I never made it official with her. Just let her kiss me in public, but nothing other than that.

Hm.

Jaehyun: What about you? Are you and Kevin Moon dating?

Y/n: Nah, I was just feeling petty. Kiss was fake; he'd launch me off of him if it was real.

Jaehyun: Now that sounds like him.

You both laugh, comfortable silence surrounding the once tense atmosphere.

It feels warm and familiar.

Jaehyun: Can I- Can I kiss you?

You nod, leaning in to meet his lips halfway.

You climb over and straddle his lap while he puts his seat all the way back. His hands roam your entire body, tongue exploring your mouth all over again.

You feel him getting ready to slide his hand into the waistband of your panties when you stop him.

Jaehyun: What's wrong?

Y/n: Nothing, I just remembered something.

Jaehyun: What is it?

You feel embarrassed to say this out loud. You're hot and bothered, but can't do anything about it because-

Y/n: I'm on my period.

He begins to laugh and kiss the skin underneath your jaw.

Y/n: It's not funny!

Jaehyun: It's kinda funny, baby.

You whine, hiding your face in his chest.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head.

Jaehyun: It's funny because you think a little blood's gonna stop me from fucking you.

Huh?!?

You yelp when his hand slips inside your panties and his middle finger circles your clit. You moan very loudly from not having been touched since he left you.

Jaehyun: Careful, baby. Wouldn't want anyone to hear your pretty sounds.

Y/n: Don't give a fuck.

You kiss him as his fingers get covered in a mix of your arousal and blood. Your pad gets scrunched the more his knuckles disappear in your cunt.

You sit up and take your top off, revealing you perky tits.

Jaehyun: No bra? What if you accidentally flashed everyone at the party?

Y/n: It is what it is.

He chuckles, helping you steady yourself as you get completely naked.

He lowers his jeans down enough so his cock springs free. He was hard and leaking, just how you like him.

You align yourself with his tip and slam down on his cock. He moans as you bounce without adjusting.

You were too horny and impatient to give a fuck about anything right now.

Y/n: Hated seeing you with that stupid, blonde airhead. Wanted to beat her ass everytime she passed me on campus.

Jaehyun: Aww, you didn't like how close she was to me? Then fucking mark me so she knows who I belong to.

You don't even have to be told twice. Your mouth litters multiple red hickeys all over his neck and chest.

God, he bruises so easily, it makes you needier.

You look so ruined already, but he wants to break you. Have you reduced to a drooling and whimpering mutt for him like he always does.

But not tonight.

Tonight is about getting you back and doing everything he can to show you he means what he says. He's going to love you despite what others say.

You're worth it.

He gasps when your teeth scratch against his jugular, lightly sucking on the skin there.

Y/n: I'm gonna cum.

He watches you bounce on his cock, tits matching the rhythm as you squirt all over him - you probably got blood all over him, too.

You get tired, so he slams his hips into you as the top of your ass hits the bottom of the steering wheel. Lucky it wasn't the horn, right?

Y/n: Want more. Please give me more.

Jaehyun: Such a good girl. Always taking what I give you and begging for more, not satisfied until everyone at this fucking party can see how thoroughly mine you are.

You scream as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. It was a delicious repetitive motion that has you shaking in your ex-boyfriend's arms.

You press your chest against his, mouth attacking his neck as you meet his thrusts.

He tries to pull you off his neck by your hair, but you growl at him - mouth leaving him for only a moment to push his hand off before devouring him again.

His hands leaves bruises on your hips at how hot that was of you. Being on your period makes you even hornier than a bitch in heat.

Jaehyun: You’re my little whore, aren’t you?

You growl again, biting on his shoulder before nodding to his question.

Y/n: Only yours.

He picks up his pace, causing you to grip onto the handle above your head to steady yourself. His cock rams into you so rough, you're drooling and whimpering - just like he wanted.

Oops!

Both of you cum at the same time, not caring who hears you anymore. You just care about each other.

You bury your face in his neck trying to catch your breath. He leans back and massages your body to help soothe the shaking.

Y/n: I've missed you a lot.

He smiles, kissing your temple.

Jaehyun: Please give me another chance, Y/n. I can give you everything you need and want. Just give me one month and I swear I'll embed myself so far in you, you won't be able to breathe without me.

You giggle, resting your chin on his chest.

Y/n: Okay. But only one chance. If you blow it, you'll never see me again.

Jaehyun: Thank you, baby. I promise I'll treat you right.

He shifts a little and you whine. His cock was still inside you.

Y/n: Can we leave to get cleaned up? Cum mixed with blood isn't a pretty sight.

He laughs with his entire chest, kissing your lips with a huge grin.

Jaehyun: 'Course we can.

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a/n: get me away from pinterest prompts. this ain't good for my sanity. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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binniebakery · 7 months

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Closer

College AU!Taehyun x Gn!Reader (Strangers to ..) Suggestive! ♡ Summary: As a college student it was practically normal to go drink at parties if you were social enough. So when you kiss an attractive guy that you’ve never seen before, and he returns the favor, is that normal too? ♡ Warnings: Smoking, drinking, slight cursing. MDNI please! (also I’m not familiar with smoking so if I use terms wrong or misrepresent it I apologize!) not proofread because I'm lazy lol ♡ A/N: Totally wasn’t listening to ‘one of the girls’ while writing this !! don't ask me why I’ve been writing so much suggestive content lately I just don’t touch grass... mb guys 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(I'm honestly on a roll rn) anywho enjoy this short thing!

Maybe you had too much to drink. Maybe. Hell, you could’ve even been cross-faded with the amount of joints being tossed around you, who knows? Your vision felt slightly hazy as a small smile sat on your lips, watching the blurbs of people dancing around to the music blasting in the tightly packed living room you were in. The frat parties at your uni were always a sight to see. You leaned against the wall of an empty corner, using said wall as leverage as your legs were feeling a little too much like jelly. Yeah, you were definitely crossed. Normally you were glued to your friend’s side but it seems tonight she’d run off with a random guy once again. You rolled your eyes at the thought. After a few minutes of deciding whether to call up your friend or a taxi to get back to your dorm, you find yourself staring at a male standing across the room. One hand holding a red solo cup, the other in his pocket as he swayed to the beat of the music. Although you were pretty familiar with everyone that went to these parties every weekend you’ve never seen that specific pair of large brown eyes before. You squinted your eyes in a weak attempt to get a better look but your vision was just too blurry, you were way too far gone. Normally you’d admire from afar but the mixed vodka in your system was encouraging you to go over to him. You bit your lip as you weighed your options, your eyes focusing a little too unnecessarily hard on the cup in your hand and swishing the alcohol inside around. Fuck it it’s not like you’ll ever see him again he probably doesn’t even go to your school. You pick yourself off the wall and slowly stride over to the brown-haired figure. You weren’t too sure how you were going to talk to him but the closer you got the more you found yourself wanting to just pull him in. He was possibly the most attractive guy you've ever seen. You take another sip of your drink, almost spilling it on yourself when someone suddenly bumps into you. “Oh shit!-- My bad I didn't see you there!” a random boy with a backward hat cackles as he pats your shoulder, passing through without a second thought. You simply smile awkwardly and nod as you watch him stride to the person you were just about to approach. You stood a few feet away, not wanting to interrupt their conversation and hoping this guy would leave so you could possibly make your move. He hands his friend the rolled-up blunt that was in his hand. “Here you go Taehyun. I’m heading out now– you comin’ or nah?” He tilts his head, a cheeky grin spread across his face. Ah, so the guy you were trying to approach was named Taehyun. “Nah I’m gonna stay a little longer, I’ll see you later though man.” Taehyun fist-bumps the other male. You internally sigh in relief as you watch him walk away, your eyes looking back to Taehyun as he takes a long drag. You feel yourself shudder in anticipation. “Hey there.”

You freeze and realize Taehyun has caught you staring. Well, now you definitely have to talk to him.

“Hey.” Hey? Hey? Was that really all you could say? “Find something you like?” Taehyun cocks an eyebrow, eyes scanning the way your outfit shows just enough to leave the right amount to his imagination. You weren’t sure if your body was heating up from his intense gaze or the amount of alcohol that was in your system. “Is there an issue with that?” You sweetly respond. You were really throwing your cards onto the table, weren’t you? “Someone’s bold.” Taehyun chuckles as he takes a step closer to you. Eyelids heavy as he keeps sharp eye contact. Had you not been so far gone you would have crumbled under his gaze. “What's your name?” Taehyun leans in, talking loudly over the music. It was his attempt to hear you better but it was all it took for you to look up at him with a face fully flushed. He smirked at the sight knowing it wasn’t just the alcohol doing this to you. “Y/n, I see you smoke.” You aim your head towards the blunt in his hand and Taehyun swirls it between his fingers in front of his lips. “Taehyun, and yeah, you smoke?” You shook your head, you’ve had a few drags before but drinking was more your thing so you were pretty inexperienced. “Wanna try it?” He says as he slowly lifts the blunt to your lips. You shrug and before you can lean in he pulls it away and puts it right to his mouth. Taehyun inhales and blows the smoke in your face and chuckles. You pout at the sudden teasing. You really just want to wipe that cocky attitude right off his face. So you lean in and kiss him. Taehyun stands still in shock, hands hovering above your waist unsure of what to do. You pull away with a confident smile and the look on your face ignites something inside him. He stares at you tongue in cheek, oh you were bold. Taehyun suddenly grabs you by the waist and pulls you in with one swift move. You gasp and his lips are crashing back onto yours. He bites your lip harshly and you groan, the second your lips part open his tongue is exploring inside. You tasted like sweet alcohol and his breath was warm, absolutely reeking of weed. All you could do was let Taehyun ravage your lips as the buzz took over. Your body felt like it was in flames from the way his hands roamed your waist, with your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him impossibly closer. Closer. You wanted more than anything to just feel closer to him. You tug at his hair and Taehyun groans. “Gonna make me do something I might regret if you keep doin’ that” he mumbles against your lips and you take it as a challenge. You pull away and Taehyun looks absolutely fucked. Pupils deep and dilated as he stares at you with full intensity. Those eyes were so captivating and your breath hitches at how attractive he looks right now. “More..” You whispered, but the music blasting around drowned out your hoarse voice. Taehyun is able to read your lips regardless and the second he’s able to hand his blunt to the nearest person he’s grabbing you by the wrist to whisk you away. Both your cups left long forgotten as soon as you place them on the ground. Both of you soon find yourselves making out in the hallway as you weren’t even able to fully go up the stairs without your hands exploring Taehyun like he was artwork. It was driving him to the brink of insanity. Both your senses were heightened to the point that any slight touch caused either of you to shiver. The way Taehyun kissed you had your head in the clouds, he was far from gentle, nipping at your lips and harsh hands gripping your body. All you could do was let him. His mouth finds itself on your neck and you sigh softly as the both of you fumble into the nearest bedroom.

Taehyun pushes you against the door as soon as it closes behind you to cover your delicate skin in pretty purple markings. It was all becoming a blur, his heavy hands taking off your clothes, your tongue moving against his, the booming music fading the longer you were with him, skin and skin grazing, the room heating up further with the smell of weed and sweat. All you knew was that in the end, you and Taehyun were going to get a lot closer than you had intended.

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(approaching you like the homeless ant meme) enemy frat!suguru pt 3?

LMAOO of course anon my friend if you ask i will provide <3 hope you like it since i've missed writing him :)) please welcome back enemy frat!suguru !!!

cw: down BAD suguru, mentions of sex/hookup culture, swearing, implied fem!reader but they/them pronouns used <3

there must have been something in the air of that garden, since his chest was constricting him more than the droves of sorority girls and frat boys present for the joint philanthropy event.

"holy fuck," he breathes, or at least tries to. his pulse was racing but his legs were frozen in place, all of his attention going toward trying to breathe properly. he swallows thickly and it doesn't help, and his hands feel like they're slowly starting to drip with sweat. all because you had to appear in the doorway.

"aw, is that them? they look beautiful," satoru comments. suguru can only manage a weak mhmm before he turns away, blinking rapidly and exhaling so deeply it sounds like a dying animal. "shit, man. you good?" suguru throws his roommate a shaky thumbs-up, leaning the other hand on the wall and barely able to keep himself upright.

"i don't know what the hell is happening to me," he manages to choke out. "my heart feels like it's about to rip itself from my chest." with a wild-eyed expression, he glances at satoru only to find his best friend smirking, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. "what the fuck do you look like that for?"

"pull yourself together, suguru. if i had known you would be this affected seeing the love of your life, i would have brought my camera," satoru remarks all too casually, shooting nearby spectators a casual smile. suguru makes a noise of suffering from his throat and satoru thinks he's trying to say 'fuck you.'

"they're not the love of my life," suguru says after several seconds of catching his breath. "they're a fling. a good time."

"have you asked them for sex?" he turns to satoru like he'd just suggested setting your sorority house on fire.

"what the hell? of course not."

"it's not a fling, then."

"how would you know?"

"your flings are only physical, but this is something more than that. plus, you wouldn't be this emotional if they were anything otherwise," satoru points out, and suguru is too flustered to admit that he's right.

"i'm not being emotional," he hisses, pulling the band from his hair and turning it into a neater half-bun. "i just think they're a good time without the sex."

"and i think you're lying to yourself," satoru concludes, giving his delusional friend a pat on the back before disappearing into the crowd. before suguru has the chance to chase him down, you're standing in front of him with two cups of punch in your hands.

"what'd satoru say to make you so distraught?" you ask with a smile, handing him one of the cups. he takes an indulgent sip to avoid answering you immediately, the silence allowing him to slow his thoughts. your sisters, for the time being, were nowhere to be found, so he had at most five minutes of conversation before they whisked you away.

"don't remember, probably somethin' stupid," he lies. you consider him curiously and he prays that he doesn't look like a mess; if you notice something off about him, you thankfully don't comment on it. "you look nice."

"just nice?"

"what else do you want me to say?"

"that we can get the hell out of here whenever i want to leave." he chuckles, gently guiding you out of the walkway and into a quieter corner of the courtyard. your voice softens when other students are well out of earshot, saying, "your face is flushed. what's wrong?"

"it's nothing. don't worry about it," he reassures you, mustering as much courage as he can to not look like an idiot.

"i am gonna worry about it if you don't tell me," you murmur, stepping closer in the darkness. he prays you couldn't hear him gulp from the intoxicating smell of your perfume drawing him in, in, in. "i worry about you more than i'd like to admit."

"tell me more about how much you think about me, sweetheart," he says in a low tone and you scoff, unable to stop the unconscious desire to be as close to suguru as humanly possible.

to the untrained eye, everything about the situation was innocent, an intimate conversation between friends at most. but, if they looked closer, they would see suguru's eyes unable to decide whether to look at your eyes or your lips, or even further down as they rake across your dress. they would see your fingers brush away loose strands of hair and carefully tuck them behind his ear, your fingertips lingering on his skin in a way that makes him feel like he's been set on fire.

in the unlit corner of the school's philanthropic event, suguru realized that satoru was right. everything about you changed him, his mind, and how he viewed the future. all he wanted was to be yours until time stopped moving and space stopped expanding; even then, he knew he would find you in any other lifetime. his only worry was whether you could fathom how eager he was to lose himself in you.

his mind goes blank.

and he leans forward to press his lips against yours.

you inhale sharply, immediately melting into him as his hands find your waist and your arms slide around his neck. he kisses you fervently like the tension in his body finally snapped and his composure went flying out of a window. you taste like minty gum and strawberry lip gloss and all he can think about is giving you more, more, more until you're sick of how much he adores you.

"suguru-" you start when you break away to breathe, looking at him like he was the moon incarnate.

"i can't breathe when i'm not with you," he confesses before you can continue, his voice barely a whisper. he waits for you to protest, to pull away and leave him, but you pull him closer and that's all the permission he needs. "i thought this would be some secret fling where the thrill only comes from the riskiness, but i am totally and deeply in love with you. it's kind of ruining my reputation as the frat house bad boy."

"what do you mean, your reputation? who have you told about me?"

"basically everyone," he answers sheepishly and you laugh, hiding your face in his shoulder. "yeah, sorry. everyone in the boys' house knows about us."

"you couldn't keep your mouth shut about me for one more month?"

"we made that agreement to tell our houses when i was still only one foot in," he argues. "but you kinda pushed me into the love-pool, so..."

"i did no such thing," you counter lightheartedly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "it's your fault for falling head over heels for me."

"i don't think it's just head over heels. i think i'm rolling down a hill, so it's like head over heels over head over heels over-"

"okay, okay," you cut in. "i get it, lover boy. now, shut up and kiss me again before my sisters find us and apprehend you."

"i'll get satoru to be our lawyer. we already have a plan ready-"

"suguru geto," you command.

"fine, fine," he grins before leaning down and kissing you until you're both dizzy.

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