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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 8 months

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TAKE YOU DOWN A PEG ─── neil lewis ✧𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I want you. Your bones. Your body heat. The bite marks your teeth leave. To see how bad and beautiful those eyes look beneath me." — Beau Taplin.

pairing. sub!neil lewis x reader

summary. gumshoe video’s got a rude customer who neil can’t seem to ban…

warnings. swearing, voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, semi-public sex, breathplay, oral sex (m), cockwarming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 5.3k

a/n. the hardest thing about writing this was scouring letterboxd for obscure films that i think neil would foam over. pls don’t beat me to death if my film references miss the mark 😭

Neil loves his job. Seriously, seriously, he does. It's completely self-satisfying, his personal passion project that’s taken up a large amount of his life, and brings him the uttermost joy of allowing him to do what he does best: recommend films.

Gumshoe Video is like his fucking baby, and he takes care of it, immensely; he wipes down every tape every Sunday, he sweeps the floor and rearranges the furniture, he organizes the tapes almost constantly, and he does his hardest to provide stellar, passionate - if almost annoying - film advice. He wants the reviews up on this place, alright, otherwise it feels like he’s letting his baby down.

Now, if there’s one thing Neil hates about his job, just one minor, teensy weensy thing, it’s probably you. You, the rude customer who came in three months ago and has come in everyday since.

The day you and Neil Lewis met was one just like the rest. Gumshoe Video was promoting old spaghetti westerns; Neil was wearing a cowboy hat and opening deliveries from a video tape shop in Calabasas that had closed down; you were coming off work and were daydreaming, dizzily entering shops to get your mind off the irritatingly mundane job you had. Unlike Neil, you fucking hate your job.

You had entered Gumshoe, browsing lazily through the Film Noir section, when Neil sprung up like a weed behind you, speaking animatedly about how the best film noir’s had to be Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, or Double Indemnity, and if you’d ever watched them before.

As Neil blabbered on, your left eyebrow became increasingly raised. Finally having enough of him, you spoke. “So, are you one of those guys that talk all over the girl and ask them if they’ve ever seen Citizen Kane, or if I can even name five Ingmar Bergman movies for you?”

Neil spluttered, flustered with being confronted about his obsessive cinephile talking habit of carrying the conversation away like a track runner in a relay race going off with the baton in the wrong direction. “What? I was just —“

“— name dropping film noir’s, ‘cause I’m some ditzy, uncultured bimbo bitch who mistakenly walked in, right?” You said, rolling your eyes. Later, in retrospect, you’ll wonder if you were too rude; then, you’ll remember you don’t give a fuck, you were having a bad day, and Neil Lewis had one hell of an annoying face.

Neil’s face grew offended, an irritated furrowed brow wiggling onto his features. “If you don’t want to watch what I recommend, you don’t have to!” he exclaimed, arms up placatingly in the air.

“Uh huh, okay, and you don’t have to shove your pretentious cinephile knowledge up my ass.”

He just stared at you, boring his bright blue eyes into your own, face contorted so exasperatedly you might as well have climbed up to the stars, plucked the moon from the sky, and used it as a pillow.

My god, Neil thought. Are you just a rude customer? Or did you get off on berating small businesses like a sadistic freak?

After a moment of you two staring each other down in the fluorescent artificial light of Gumshoe, both looking terribly affronted, you left.

Neil would then rant about this “insane customer” for at least twelve hours straight to anyone who’d liste. The next day, the distasteful experience was extremely close to thereby fully exiting his mind, but didn’t, because you, yes, you, walked in again.

You shot straight daggers with your eyes at Neil, but your expression became soft, demure, and gentle when you saw Jonathan manning the register instead. You trailed through the aisles unperturbed, Jonathan too busy sporting a hangover from working the late shift at that obscure speakeasy copycat bar (in which, as often as possible, he would sneak a shot to stay awake) to recommend films.

In any case, that was Neil’s job, and Jonathan leaned over to whisper in his ear: “Neil, man, do me a favor and please distract that customer -- fuck, this headache’s killing me…”

Neil protested, shaking his head rapidly. “That’s her.”

“Her who?”

“Her! The - customer who -- who yelled at me!”

Jonathan blinked blearily, clearly still too incapacitated to think about the matter much. “She yelled at you… and she’s back. Here. And why exactly is that…?”

“To yell at me s’more, probably!” Neil whisper-shouted incredulously.

Suddenly, you broke Neil and Jonathan out of their not-so-quiet argument by slamming down Gumshoe Video’s copies of Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, and Double Indemnity. The irony did not miss Neil - honestly, it was a little on the nose, even for him.

“Thought I’d see what all the rage was.” you explained “sweetly”, gesturing to Neil as you spoke, indignation seeping through your every word. Your grudge was, well, mostly unexplained, ‘cept for the fact you yourself were an avid cinephile, had watched those three movies more than you could count, and did not take Neil’s “have you watched these before” kindly.

Thus started you and Neil’s long-winded rivalry slash animosity slash terribly caustic back-and-forth correspondence.

You keep coming to Gumshoe Video, because, despite your anger towards Neil, you fucking adore the place. The films are downright amazing, the atmosphere is like fucking heaven with the walls lined full of video tapes, decorated in classic film props, campy lifesize cardboard cutouts making you jump at every turn, and Gumshoe Video’s concept is insanely different (and lightyears better) than the corporate monolith that is Media Giant.

He keeps coming to Gumshoe Video because, again, Neil loves his job, and treats Gumshoe like he carried it for nine months and has been lovingly raising it for the five years it's been open.

From that first incident, you and Neil’s relationship twisted a little into something like this: you come in, insult him on whatever costume he’s wearing, return the tapes you rented the other night, argue with him for exactly an hour and a half on the couch, insult him for another ten as you browse the store, ignore his film recommendations, and rent three more movies.

He waits for you to enter, wears the ugliest costume he owns to visually assault you, gladly takes the tapes back, argues with you for 1 and ½ hours, fires back retorts as you insult him, recommends movies he thinks will make you jump out your apartment window, and gives you your movies.

You’re the minor, teensy weensy headache Neil experiences everyday, but at least, at the very least, Gumshoe makes daily dollars from your rentals - kinda like the payback or relief fund a town gets after a hurricane’s run through it.

But, (somewhat?) shamefully… there’s a reason Neil doesn’t just ban you from the store and live his life without ever thinking of you again.

This reason occurred to him a month ago, when he was in the backroom, pasting barcodes and information stickers on tapes that were yet to be placed in the store. You were looking for the washroom, awkwardly stumbling through the back hallway of Gumshoe Video, and since you couldn’t find Neil — he, in spite of the nature of your relationship, trusted you to look around and rent the tapes by yourself, having done it several times while arguing with him at the counter — you had to brave through it alone.

Now, the thing about the room Neil was in — more of a shoe closet than a room, honestly — was that it was locked from the outside, and he didn’t have the key. The key was currently in the hands of one Lucien, who had gone to buy takeout for the two of them because of the late night cataloging of new tapes ahead of them.

And… he was taking about a hundred years to come back because he was trying to get the cashier’s number at their usual Chinese restaurant.

Anyway, imagine this: you’re looking for the washroom, and the door to a small room is propped open. You enter, don’t think much of the small stack of empty tape boxes acting as a door stopper, and let it close. The light in there is dim, just a shitty little ceiling light; Neil turns, tapes in his hand; you turn, after closing the door.

Finally, remember: the room is more of a shoe closet than a room.

“Jesus -- christ!” Neil yelped, startled at your sudden appearance. “What -- the hell are you doing here?”

“I take it this isn’t the bathroom?” You murmured, ignoring his question and shifting uncomfortably. Seriously, the tape closet was only meant for one person in it at a time.

If the lights were brighter, you would’ve seen how hard Neil rolled his eyes; they almost rolled out of his head. “Well, I don’t think so, given the lack of toilet, sink, and light, no.”

“Well, Neil,” you purred, hot breath curling around the sensitive skin of his neck, “maybe, just maybe, you should have a sign for the bathroom, so I don’t have my tits any closer to your face than I want them to.” You said this sweetly, voice husky, low, and oddly sultry, but Neil knew better than that: you probably wanted to fucking kill him right now.

You were right, though; your tits were flush Neil’s bandy chest, the heat between you two growing the longer you were this close in proximity.

“Now get me out of here,” you said quickly after, ignoring how warm Neil felt against your body. You’d turned so your back faced him, hands twisting at the silver knob of the door - which, Neil honestly didn’t know why was there, considering it didn’t fucking work.

Neil sighed. “The door locks from the outside.”

“What?” You said, distracted by leaning down to press your weight against the door like it was just sticky. Moments later, “…What?” you all but shrieked, hands falling from the knob, turning to face him once more.

And, again, if the lights were brighter you’d have seen Neil’s face better: he was bright fucking red, because, apparently not accounting for the small space of the room, you’d leaned and obliviously had your ass pressed right against him. It didn’t help that his large, warm hands, having long since dropped the tapes he was labeling, hung near the flesh of your rear, having nowhere else to go in the limited space.

Neil thanked the small mercy God graced upon him that there wasn’t any kind of friction, so his soft cock remained just that: soft, and barely noticed by you.

“The door locks from the outside.” Neil repeated breathlessly, the amount of air in the shoe-box room being incredibly small, too small to share between the two of you.

“Fucking…” You cursed under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. “So, what, we have to stay here ‘till someone busts us out? What’re you gonna do if I go batshit and eat you or something?”

“For one, Lucien isn’t going to take that long to come back. Anyway, why’re you assuming you’ll overpower me - what if I go batshit and tear into you?”

You snorted, like the connotation he could overpower you was completely implausible. “Neil, Neil, Neil,” you repeated nonsensically, before lifting a hand up to his shoulder and digging your nails into him, the fabric of his shirt obviously not thick enough to distort your strength. “I could have you pinned down in less than a minute. I do other things than watch movies all day, unlike your lanky ass.”

Neil merely let out a chagrined laugh in response, hands clammy at the thought: you pinning him down— he then shook himself mentally, about to slap himself upside the head. Fucking hell, this situation was doing things to him.

“You don’t believe me?” You retorted with a raised brow. Swiftly, your hands curled around Neil’s wrists, pinning them behind him and pressing his back against you. “How about now, huh?” you whispered softly in his ear, making his head swim.

Your chin rested on his shoulder, your nose brushing against his neck, and it took everything in Neil not to let out a breathy keen — this was all too much for him: your touch, your voice, and the apparent dawning on him that he found you terribly, massively, attractive.

“Fuck, I, er - - um,” Neil scrambled for a response, when the door to the tape closet suddenly opened. Your hands released him immediately, and you strided out, breathing in deeply.

On the other side stood Lucien, plastic takeout bag in one hand, closet key in the other. “What happened to you?” he asked confusedly, as Neil filed out after you, gaze trained on your stretching figure walking off.

“We got, uh -- locked, in the- in the tape closet.” Neil murmured, thoughts still fuzzy from your rough touch.

“With her?” Lucien shuddered, handing Neil the chinese takeout bag sympathetically. “You need this food more than I do.”

So, there it was. Neil’s reason. He would’ve called you an insufferable bitch that he never wanted to see enter Gumshoe Video ever again hundreds of times by now — if your sensual voice insulting him didn’t get him all tight in the pants.

He began having thoughts — thoughts of you. You, whispering vulgar, humiliating words in his ear, your hands carding his hair, pulling tight against his scalp, selfishly making him do whatever you wanted him to do, no matter his pleas.

The fantasy was unlike anything Neil had dreamed up before, having always believed it should be him on top, him controlling the situation, him dominating — but it wasn’t a bad one. He’d come faster than he ever did before, just by imagining you were rolling your hips into his own… your strength pinning him down… your lips brushing past the shell of his ear, telling him he was so fucking dirty, so filthy for being this needy.

However, that was all just a vague, distant pipedream, especially with how you seem to actually hate him. All the interaction he’d had with you consisted of poisonous, irritated words, insults and curses — which had him feeling both incredibly turned on, and sick at the fact he was attracted to you just by being mean to him.

Sometime after that, nearing the end of the work day, Neil was the only one left there: Jonathan had taken the morning shift, and Lucien was, surprisingly, on a date with the cashier at their usual Chinese restaurant place. Looks like he succeeded in getting her number, while Neil had been pressed against you in that tiny tape closet, moments away from getting a hard-on.

So, Neil was the only one there - and you were the only customer there. Your daily routine of stopping by and verbally attacking him was late today, so it was nearing midnight when you and Neil sat on the couch and began arguing.

“I’m sure your “manly” ego isn’t at all pathetic and easily hurt by the superiority of Mia Farrow’s performance in Rosemary’s Baby.” You spat, leaning into the diverse array of old throw pillows that sat on the couch day after day.

Neil rolled his eyes, hands up in the air animatedly. “My manly ego - and I don’t enjoy the sarcasm nor the air quotes you’re using - isn’t pathetic, nor easily hurt! Mia Farrow just wasn’t better than John Cassavetes was. I stand by the fact they were equal.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh, your hand coming down on Neil’s knee to dig into him angrily. “Neil, I don’t expect you to understand her performance - I don’t think anyone does, not with that little cinephile brain you have. Do you do any thinking up there, or is it just The Treasure of the Sierra Madre on rewind?”

Neil flushed, both at the insults and how your hand was on his fucking leg. “What about you? What is it that makes you keep coming back here if you think my opinion is so… worthless and entitled?”

You grit your teeth, leaning in closer to him. “Because, Neil, this is the only other video tape shop for miles, and I will not be caught dead at Media Giant. Trust me, I despise this - “arrangement” of ours, far more than you do.”

He huffed, his gaze trailing over your features, unable to come up with a response: he was too busy focussing, trying not to zero in on how your face was inches away from one his, your fingers oddly inching up his thigh.

“Don’t go making this about me. Why is it,” your continued, hands traced dizzying circles into the fabric of his jeans, “that you don’t just kick me out? I come in here, day after day, berating you, ignoring your recommendations… shouldn’t I have been banned a long time ago?”

Neil gulped. “You’re still a - a customer, one who rents daily I might add—“

You smirked up at him. “Don’t lie to me. I know Gumshoe’s doing just fine… and I heard you, y’know? Last week… in your office.”

“What? What are you talking about?” He stammered out, racking his head for what he might’ve been doing in his office— fuck.

Fuck, he thought, mind racing rapidly, he thought you had already left by the time he started—

“I heard you, hiding in your office… stroking yourself, moaning my name.”

You’d rented just one tape last Friday, for a movie date with a guy from work, and you almost left - before realizing Neil took your membership card and never gave it back. You waltzed back in, and to your obvious surprise, Neil wasn’t at the register.

“Neil?” You called out softly, trying not to spark an argument with him that would span hours, because you were trying to show up to this date on time.

You walked down the back hallway, and found his office door, which had a gleaming NEIL LEWIS printed on its foggy glass.

Your hand had almost reached for the handle, his name on the tip of your tongue, when you heard a needy whine slip past the door. Shocked, you lingered and pulled your hand away, pressing your ear against the pane to listen closer.

“God, fuck,” you heard Neil curse, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. “Need you so bad,” you heard him whisper to no-one but himself, before a low moan belted out of him.

Your face grew warm, immediately, flushed at the news that Neil-fuckin’-Lewis was jerking off, in his office, mumbling your name. You squeezed your eyes shut, continuing to listen to his pretty voice, and after several moments of your lust-riddled mind drinking in his sweet noises, how he was so focussed on his pleasure while completely oblivious to your listening in, you found one of your hands coming up to tweak your erect nipple — fuck, his stuttered little moans had your cunt pulsing with utter need.

Neil was getting close, you could tell, hearing him buck into - what you assumed - was his wooden desk, sloppily muffled mewls leaving his mouth.

You were biting down on your lip, hard, an incredible amount of self control in place. The man was so horny, sounding so fucking submissive it drove you insane: just the thought that he’d bend to your will and do whatever you wanted made your legs clench.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending who you ask, you felt your phone begin buzzing in the waistband of your modesty shorts - probably the date you were late for - and you had quickly fled.

“Oh, jesus,” Neil blurted out now, alarmed, immediately in the flight part of fight or flight. “I- whatever you heard, I can - I can explain, really, so please don’t—“

Your hand gripped his thigh, keeping him from getting up. “Hey, hey, shh,” you said, bringing a finger to your lips. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I know, just as well as you do, how bad you want me.”

Truly, Neil couldn’t control himself that night. You had walked in, wearing a delicious little dress with a sweetheart neckline, strolling around in 3-inch heels, cooing mockingly at his costume for that week’s theme — a criminal wearing nifty little handcuffs to promote the double feature promotion of crime films and dramas — purposely leaning down to make him feel smaller than you.

Neil had flushed, looking away, willing himself not to let out a needy groan at your get-up, instead silently checking out your tape rentals and quickly handing them back to you. After you’d walked out of the store, he’d dashed to his office, feeling the tent in his pants grow warm, aching.

Quite similarly to how he felt now, your eyes coursing over his entire form, so close Neil felt himself sinking into the couch.

“Look how fucking hard you are already.” you whispered, hand drawing away from his thigh and reaching for the bulge in his jeans, palming him between the fabric. “Does it turn you on? The fact you got caught?”

Neil’s breath hitched. “Fuck, please, I—“

“You’re so pathetic.” You said, laughing at him. “I can feel how big you are, such a thick cock, and all you know how to do with it is beg.”

Your plush lips were curled into a cheshire grin, baring your sharp teeth at him, and Neil was ashamed at how badly he wanted those teeth to press painful bites into his sensitive skin.

He was about to whine again, plead desperately, but he shut up when you slipped off the couch, sinking to your knees, fingers undoing his belt buckle and fly. Shifting his jeans down, you dipped your hand down the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out: it was angry, hard and begging for release.

But you wanted to tease him before you got to the good part. First, your warm breath fanned over his cock, making him jump, trying to rut up into your mouth, and your soft lips slipping past his leaking head had his hands tugging at your hair, trying to pull you closer to him.

You thinned your eyes and got up, hand pressing his cheeks together and forcing his jaw open. You spit into his mouth, then patronizingly patted his face, “Do that again and I won’t touch you - I’ll take my tapes and leave you a needy fucking mess on this couch.”

Neil groaned, your spit foreign and hot on his tongue like lava. “God, I… I just wanna — want you so bad.”

You tutted, sinking back down on your knees to face his rock hard length up and pressed flat against his abdomen. “Not yet. You haven’t earned it, you desperate fucking pervert. D’you know who jerks off in their office to someone they barely know? Fucking perverts.”

He leaned his head back, a moan leaving his lips at your insulting choice of words. It felt like you were torturing him, but his body wanted nothing more than you.

Your lips then ghosted past him for another moment before you started your assault on his strained cock: you laid tentative kitten licks all the way down his length, enjoying how he squirmed under you, wanting nothing more but your wet mouth around him. Then, without warning, you took him in your mouth whole, tongue dragging and curling around his cock. You devoured him salaciously, hollowing your cheeks, sliding his cock in and out of your full mouth at an alarming speed, hitting the back of your neck with each thrust.

Your tongue felt heavenly on his cock: wet, warm, and sticky, lapping at him without stopping. Your teeth grazed against him lightly, and Neil’s back arched into your touch.

He was practically convulsing now, drooling as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the pure pleasure you were inflicting on him with no split second or moment for him to regain his composure. You wanted to see him fall apart, come undone just by your mouth, he realized, and he wanted to let you, wanted to let go — but, as fast as you’d taken his hard cock into your mouth, you let him drop from your lips.

“Why did you - please, fuck -- why did you stop?!” Neil whimpered noisily, head rolling onto his chest to look down at your face: lips plump, faint tear tracks running off your cheeks, your gagged spit falling from your chin.

“I oughta take you down a peg, Neil. Show you what a dumb fucking loser you are, pretending you’re so confident, so dominant, like you know everything there is about movies.” You responded nonchalantly, getting up and shedding your panties and leggings.

“M’not dumb,” he whined, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes, “god, you’re killing me here.”

“You’ll live,” you grinned, climbing on his lap and lining your wet sex with the fat head of his cock. Then you descended down on him, watching blissfully as his cock disappeared into your folds.

Neil’s hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face into your neck. He mewled against your skin, drunk on your tantalizing scent, lips wet with drool and leaving a slick trail.

Despite your dominance in this situation, completely controlling Neil’s pleasure, you couldn’t control your own: Neil’s cock felt fucking good, long and thick in all the right places, a curve that arched right against your cervix, veins rubbing against your walls pleasantly. He stretched your cunt completely, making you wince, but there was still pleasure there, the feeling of your crevices being filled with his fat cock making your toes curl.

After a moment of getting used to his cock, you rose back up, then sunk down, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Neil’s head shot back, a labored cry leaving him as you set a steady, almost too slow pace, torturously sliding his cock in and out of your tight hole.

Your hands trailed across his still-clothed chest, and you grieved the chance lost to have stripped him, your touch teasing him every step of the way — but having him deep within you was probably better.

“Your- fuck, you’re so -- so soft,” Neil squeaked below you, revelling in how you took him, bottoming out each time like it was nothing.

You simpered at his words, how helpless he was, succumbing to the pleasure; to you. “Knew you were,” you slammed down on his cock, making Neil choke, “pretending to be arrogant. You just needed someone to put you in your place.”

Neil hadn’t realized it wasn’t a rhetorical question until your hand came up to his hair, tangling through his locks and tugging. “Who d’you belong to? Who put you in your place?” you murmured lowly.

He whimpered at your roughness, leaning into the sofa obediently. “You! You own me,” he pleaded, desperately chasing his own pleasure.

“That’s it,” you said, shutting your eyes, bobbing up and down on his cock faster. Your ass bounced above him, and Neil’s hands rested on the flesh of your rear, massaging you.

Greedily, Neil tried to thrust into you, but you weren’t having any of it, deterring his attempts by pushing him so he laid flat on the couch, your hands pinning his wrists above his head, the new position pushing him deeper into you.

“You stay down, you dirty fuckin’ loser,” you said caustically, but your actions said otherwise: your walls were squeezing around him needily, your cunt sucking him in so far you could feel his balls brushing against your clit.

The tip of his cock brushed past your g-spot each time you rutted into him, and soon enough you felt it: that pulsing, that heat, that familiar coiling within your insides. Neil was reaching it too, his face flushed pink and his breathing as heavy as it was back then, in the tape closet.

You began thumping down on him, your fingers tightening around his scalp. Your pace had gotten feverish, bordering feral, both your minds focussed on one thing: release. You could feel your cunt tensing, your mind going foggy, and then, there it was: your pleasure ran through you like electric current, shocking your body. You felt numb, tingly like when the blood flow to your arm gets cut off for a moment, making your pace stutter.

You didn’t stop, however, riding out your high on his cock, bouncing up and down on Neil’s thick length. He felt fucking delicious, piercing you in all the right ways, and you adored how malleable he was right now: so horny and submissive he stopped speaking and was merely letting dirty moans leave his mouth without any protest. His gaze, his focus, was elsewhere, lost in the deep haze of pleasure your cunt was subjecting him too.

You leaned down, pressing small love-bites onto his skin like he’d fantasized so many times before, and it broke him out of his stupor. “Did you think of this, in your office?” you whispered, “did you think of me, my tits bouncing, your cock deep in my cunt?”

“Ugh,” Neil groaned, reveling in how your seductive voice sounded like music. He was much, much closer than he thought, and when you licked up his jaw, your hot breath on the shell of his ear making him sweat, your cunt still fucking him roughly, he let go.

You felt it first, the familiar liquid bursting past his thick head and painting your fleshy walls creamy, like a new coat of alabaster that Gumshoe desperately needed.

“So good, so wet,” Neil groaned, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours. You stared at him, watching his lewd expression throughout his entire high, waiting for that beautiful blue gaze of his to open and face you again.

“I’m milking you dry. Look how fucking full you’ve made me, you filthy pervert.” You were taking him for every drop he could offer, and it was delectable.

You two were heaving now, both coming down from your highs. You’d effectively ruined the couch, your slick soaking the cushions and his jeans, as well as his come, which was leaning out of your still-stuffed hole.

“I think you’ve gotta replace this manky ass couch, Neil,” was the first thing you said, your hands sliding down from their grip in his hair to his pink cheeks, rubbing his skin delicately.

His eyes opened, watching you carefully. “It was about time,” Neil shrugged breathlessly. “Do you… do you actually - hate me?” he continued, murmuring self-consciously.

You laughed, but it wasn’t sharp, not at him like before, no; it was tender, like a scarf Neil wanted to wrap around him in the winter time.

“I never hated you,” you murmured, tone reverent, “you’re just a little, how does it go…”

“Presumptuous?” Neil finished for you.

You nodded, then grasped at his shirt and pulled him from the couch so he was sitting upright again. “Jus’ wanted to, ahem, “take you down a peg” like I said earlier..” you trailed off, cheeks growing warm remembering your earlier behavior during sex.

This was all very new, to the both of you — you, in all your relationships and flings, were not the dominant partner. You guessed there was a first time for everything.

Then, you were about to get off his lap, but Neil held you steady on his cock. “Don’t go,” he said simply. “I’ve got Brief Encounter in the player, if you want to, y’know…”

He wasn’t hard anymore, but it just felt good, cozy, having you two talk and regain your composure with him filling you nicely. It felt right.

You smiled, a gummy, blissful smile. “Okay. I’ve actually never seen this,” you said, turning to face the tv, wincing slightly.

“Really?” Neil said, an amazed joy seeping into his voice.

“I’m joking,” you snorted, and you could practically see Neil pouting behind you. “But I don’t think we’ll be paying much attention…” you purred, clenching your thighs around his length.

“Jesus fuck,” Neil groaned behind you, hands coming under your shirt, “you’re exactly like those movies.”

“I’m even better, baby.”

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cursingtoji · 9 months

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“Oh my, to what do I own the pleasure?” you become aware of the finger messing with your clit before you open your eyes, you arch your back meeting the erect clothed cock behind you.

“Huh?” his nuzzles your neck. The room was silent, you know it’s morning already, your curtains are still closed but sunshine peeks from the bottom and top giving the room enough light for Toji to get turned on by the simple sight of you sleeping next to him.

“I haven’t woken up with you by my side for weeks now, baby” you caress his arm and mewl at the slow circle movements he has on your clit, his other arm comes up and wiggles his away under your head until you’re pretty much using his shoulder as your pillow and he’s sneaking his hand into the collar of your t-shirt to feel your soft mound “Is this your day off?” you ask closing your eyes and becoming relaxed in his hold.

Toji nods slowly, “The next days should be easier too” he looks down at you with his gorgeous green orbs and starts to grind on your ass, “gotta get you used to awaking up with me again.”

“If I knew today was you day off… I would’ve made something special” you murmur between sighs of pleasure.

“Oh yeah?” his raspy voice against your ear gives you goosebumps, “Like what?”

“Mm I would’ve changed the sheets to that silk one you like…” your hand rub his bicep, “would’ve bought bacon to make you for breakfast” you turn your head slightly to kiss his jaw.

“What else?” he kisses the side of your mouth and you peck his lips in return.

“Maybe worn a more sexy camisole” he laughs tugging your old ass sleeping shirt from Disneyland, the princess print on it had faded a long time ago, toji called her ‘cursed spirit’ since her face was pretty much gone.

“You’re sexy no matter what” he presses the morning wood against you harder, the fabric of his boxers already had a patch of precum “But yeah this thing is ugly as fuck” he pushes your shirt up, hiding the print and exposing your tits to the cold bedroom.

“Also I would’ve bought more condoms” you whisper and Toji backs away a few inches to look you straight in the face.

“We’re out of condoms?” he asks in disbelief.

“I told you at least three times to get some on your way back!”

“Princess, I barely have the strength to shower when I get home, I ain’t stopping at a fucking drugstore. You should’ve gotten it” he attempts to retrieve his hand from you but you grab it back.

“Toji~” you whine looking up at him “You know…” you reach back to rub your palm against his bulge, breasts still out and nipples hard “We could go without them” his eyebrows rise at your suggestion, even his dick twitch against your hand.

“Y’wanna go raw?” he confirms.

“I mean… you’ll have to pull out—“

He snorts “Please” your hand is taken from his bulge so he can shove his underwear down and put yours to side squeezing his dick between your thighs “If I’m fucking you raw I’m coming inside” his length rubs your puffy lips, you look down to see his tip peaking from the front of your underwear as he thrusts slowly, finding comfort between your warm thighs and wet cunt.

“Are you sure about this?” you murmur carefully but yelp as he pinches one of your nipples.

“You tell me, doll, sure you ready to have my cum filling you up? ‘Cause I don’t think I will stop after the first time” he angles his hip to hit your clit with every shallow thrust of his hips.

“I’m o-okay with that” you arch your back more, pushing your breasts into his palm as he closes it around one.

Toji pushes in slowly, having played with your clit before you woken up made you pretty wet already, he drops his head to your neck stopping once he’s halfway in, your gummy walls around his cock are enough to make him cum on the spot but that’s would be too soon.

“Toji~” you whine his name wiggling your hips before he grabs it hard.

“Stay still, doll, gimme a second” his hot breath fans over your sweet spot, you cry his name again and he leaves the comfort of your tits to push two fingers in your mouth, which you take gladly sucking and swirling your tongue around, “Yer killing me” he confesses bringing you closer to him and pushing the rest of his length in.

So far you had only used condoms with each other, so the burning sensation of his dick stretching you out with no lube except your own arousal was enough for you to get lost in the sensation, Toji was no stranger to the feeling, but feeling it with you was a new aphrodisiac to him, so warm and so wet…

He pops his fingers off your mouth, turning your head to the side so he can have a taste of you while bringing the wet digits down to your clit. You moan on his lips, pushing your panties all the way down so he can have more space to touch you.

“So… full” he drinks your sounds pressing your little nub and holding it there to tease you into try to wiggle out of the stimulation.

it’s unusual for Toji to take his time like this, of course he never leaves you unsatisfied even if he has to fuck you through his own orgasm at an animalistic pace. But this morning he’s too pussy drunk to go at his normal pace, now he just wants to nibble at your ear whispering how good you feel and how gorgeous you are while having your pussy gripping him hard when he’s pulling out.

“Relax, kid, I’m not going anywhere” he lets go of your clit to hook his hand on the back of your knees raising your leg to hold it over his own, you look down and can’t stop the curse leaving your lips when you see his thick glossy cock parting you, “Take this out, will you?” he tugs at your shirt and you giggle while discarding the item.

Toji pulls out and softly pushes your hips so you’re laying on your stomach, “That’s it, good girl” he praises finding his way back inside you. With this new position his entire body weight is on top of you, he tries put some weight on his arm to not crush you.

The older man kisses your shoulder blades while moving his hips and flexing his glutes to fuck his swollen cock back into your needy hole. The air is hot and smells of sex, you can practically feel Toji’s navel against your asscheeks. With his whole torso pressing you into the mattress it’s difficult for you to touch him and he senses that, lacing your fingers with his and giving your palm a comforting squeeze.

He keeps pounding, even though he’s going light, the bed still hits the wall, a squeaking sound echoing through the dark room.

“Toji, I’m close” you press you face into the pillow, your walls have a tight hold on him.

“Doll, how am I supposed to use a condom again after getting a taste of this?” he punctuates with his hand cupping your cunt after his palm creep in between your body and mattress, feeling how it stretches to take him into your warm cave.

“Toji” you warn.

“Cum for me, doll, lemme feel you” he spreads your cheeks, cock hitting even deeper as your toes dig into the mattress. Toji squeezes your ass hard enough to leave a mark “That’s right, fuck—“ he groans with his face on your hair, his thrusts become sloppy and before you realize he’s also climaxing. Hot stripes of cum fill your insides to the point you feel like orgasming again, “Fuck… me” he lets out a breathy moan, his hand is still laced with yours, you bring it closer to your face kissing his veins while coming down from your high.

Toji groans when he pulls out, delicately rolling you over as he sits on his knees taking both your legs and spreading them to shamelessly stare at your oozing hole.

“Toji, that’s too—“ you try to close your legs but his grip is firm.

“Relax, just admiring my artwork” his eyes are glued to your pussy, he scoops the cum running down and pushes back in.

“Baby, too much~” he watches your toes curl in the air.

“Too much? I told I wasn’t stopping after the first time” he kisses your ankle, dark hooded eyes devouring his small flustered girlfriend.

“Can we at least get breakfast first?” you propose.

“Of course” he looks around the bed looking for the red fabric of your underwear and taking it, leading your feet in and delicately moving until it covers you, he gives your pussy light taps “Keep it in for me, will you?”

“I can’t, gotta pee” his dark eyes turn playful.

“And you waited until I put your panties back to tell me that?” he pushes your legs off him as he looks for his own clothes.

“Can you gimme my shirt?” you point to the ‘cursed spirit’ shirt on the floor.

“No” he takes it and makes a ball, throwing at the dirty laundry basket across the room.

“Toji! I like that shirt” you whine sitting up covering your chest with your arm.

“Shut it, brat” he opens a drawer, taking a band shirt of his and throwing at you. You bite down on a smile, noticing it was one of his personal favourite shirts.

#toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #— the cliches ™#my new fav divider in the end

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xoxokaulitz · 9 months

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BRO OMG I LOVE YOUR MAKEUP SEX WITH TOKIO HOTEL BUT CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THEM (SEPARATE) WITH A READER WHO IS RLLY FUCKING STUBBORN

TOKIO HOTEL W A STUBBORN S/O

no pacific pronouns can be seen as any gender

THANK FOR THIS REQUEST POOKIEEE IDK IF YOU WANTED SMUT OR FLUFF SO I DID SMUT. IF U WANT FLUFF PLS REQUEST AGAIN WHEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN😊

2008 and up

BILL

I heard bill loves people are kinda challenging in the relationship, so he would definitely chuckle at your stubbornness.

He probably wouldn’t admit it but he definitely got turned on at least once by your stubbornness 😭.

Now if he had a bad day and you had something to complain about to him, trust you will be dealt with😭.

“Bill you said you would be home earlier than this. It’s almost fucking 3 are you out of your mind?!”

“Schatz I had a bad day today so I went to drink. I’m still in a bad mood please don’t argue with me right now.”

Of course you are stubborn you would keep pushing his buttons while following him upstairs, trying to prove your point.

“Bill are you serious right now?! You always fucking—“ Your words would be stopped by him pining you to the bed.

“I already fucking told you I had a bad day but no, you wanted to be a fucking brat and push my buttons like you always do.”

This man would pound tf out of you, he would bend you over and push your head into the pillow. You couldn’t even talk any when you would try he would tease you.

“What was that? Hm? I can’t hear you, speak up if you want something.”

Begging him to slow down? Nuh uh aint finna happen.

“Huh? You want me to slow down? Mm, you remember how you were acting like a little brat earlier? Mm, I think I shouldn’t even be fucking you right now, I should leave you to beg me to fuck you.”

TOM

Tom is kinda stubborn himself, he would literally be stubborn back 😭.

He would literally ignore you yelling at him and walk upstairs, pretending to not care and you would follow him while yelling.

“Tom don’t you fucking walk away from me, you do this every time we have a argument! You act like you can’t fucking listen for once, you always walk anyway!”

He’d literally snap at you💔.

“I walk away because your stubborn ass wanna do too much, I get tired and stressed too Y/N! Your not the only one.”

“Me stubborn? I’m being fucking stubborn for bringing up problems YOU caused? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”

You guys would definitely be huge brats to each other. Stubborn and stubborn arguing isn’t the best, since you both get pretty loud when arguing.

“I’m done arguing with you meine liebe. Now please, leave me alone while I cool down.” He would try to reason out but you being you, you couldn’t let him walk away so easily.

You push at him until he pinned you on the bed, grabbing your chin with two fingers. You would be taken aback but secretly enjoy the lust in his eyes.

“Your such a brat you know? Always yapping about some shit. You should really learn to know your place.”

He would FUCK the stubbornness out of you, face down ass up. He would be a bit rough, pounding into you nonstop. You would beg him to slow down, but would he listen? Nope.

“T-Tom!! Slow down..!” You managed to let out but he ignored you and only increased his pace. You wiggled around making Tom grab your waist.

“No, this is what you get for being such a fucking stubborn person!” He slapped your ass while thrusting into you ruthlessly.

He would pretend to not hear you and purposely push deeper to make it seem like he didn’t hear you whining and begging for him to slow down.

GEORG

Now..

Georg will put you in your place‼️.

He will definitely be a little stubborn back but definitely would also let you have your way. And if you’d be super stubborn about something he will glare at you and you’d shut up.

Georg can handle your stubbornness, but if he’s in a bad mood expect to not get what you want‼️.

Let’s say one day georg came from a afterparty a little drunk, and Georg told you earlier he would come straight home and not go to the afterparty, so your stubbornness kicked in.

“Georg, I thought you said we weren’t gonna go to the afterparty?”

He would look at you a little zoned out but he would answer you. “I’m sorry love, the band wouldn’t listen to me when I said I was gonna go.” You would definitely get a bit heated, but you tried not to just lash out on him because he was tipsy.

“Then why didn’t you tell someone and leave when you got there? Georg it’s literally 4 in the morning. I was fucking worried! And you are out getting drunk like I’m not here??”

“Schatz, I got a little carried away okay? Right now it’s not the time to argue. It’s 4 and everyone in the neighborhood is probably asleep. Let’s talk in the morning.” Georg tried to reason but you weren’t having it.

You kept pushing his buttons but maintaining your voice so you would yell too loud for everyone to hear, while georg got some water to sober up.

Georg got tired of it and put his cup down angrily, his hands showing veins for how hard he was gripping the cup and pinned you onto the couch.

“You know, I always let to have your way, but you like to get carried away. Such a brat, I should punish you for how you’ve been acting towards me.”

He would go SO slow, he would make you beg for him to speed up. He would go slower if you tried to touch yourself or move your hips. He would grip your waist and tell you not to move.

“Such a brat, trying to please yourself? I shouldn’t even be fucking you, I should make you beg for me to pound the fuck out of you.”

He would tease you, and you’d finally give in🤭..he would definitely tease you about giving into him.

“Oh? What’s this? What happened to my bratty Y/N? I wouldn’t expect you to listen to me so easily. Shows how much of a slut you are.”

GUSTAV

Gustav is so sweet omg😭 he’ll give into your stubbornness, and you’d sometimes feel bad because he would always do whatever you say.

I have a feeling like he’s literally angry and rude to people when he’s tired especially after a long day with rehearsals so he would always go shower and sleep.

But one day you just didn’t want to put up with it and you lashed out on him. He didn’t expect it at all.

“Gustav? We need to talk.” You called out to him, sounding it a bit serious in which made him kinda nervous.

“Yes schatz?”

“I feel like we are drifting apart somehow. Like, it’s like you come home and shower, eat, and sleep. We barely talk.”

“I’m sorry love. I’m really tired, can we talk about this later?”

You were so angry. Like he js straight up ignored you trying to communicate with him after weeks.

“Gustav what the fuck? Are you seriously just gonna ignore me after fucking trying to COMMUNICATE with you??”

You’d yell at him while he walked to the room, not caring if the neighbors heard. He’d ignore you but you said something that just pissed him the fuck off.

“The fuck did you just say?” He’s turn around and you’d stop in your tracks. “You fucking heard me. Loud and clear.”

He’d grab you and throw you on the bed but not too hard.

To me Gustav is the type of guy to take out his anger on you in bed😉.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can say that with my fucking cock inside of you, pounding you.”

Gustav is a soft dom, but he can be rough when he wants to🤭. He’d grab your hair while you take him from behind, whispering into your ear.

“You wanted this so bad huh? Look at your little hole taking my cock. It’s begging for more.”

He’d thrust into you faster every time you ask him to slow down, he’d slap your ass while you shake and cum on his cock.

Gustav would definitely go slow, making you beg and whine for more even when he was deep inside.

You’d cry out for him but he would ignore the fuck out of you.

“Gustav please! Go faster!”

“Hmm..nah…I wanna tease you more, see how long you’ll last hm? You think you can last for me? Hm?”

“Fuck, I know I said I was tired but you turned on something inside of me that I can’t turn off, liebe.”

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#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing smut #gustav schäfer smut

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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i need more yandere cheater tamaki..

PLEASE 😭😭🙏

Ofc, ofc, my precious anon!

Title: None of Your Concern

Pairings: Tamaki Suoh x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, Tamaki is once again an asshole

Summary: Tamaki can’t move on from you, even though it’s his fault you left.

“Get your bitch ass off of my phone

Please leave me alone

I am not your girl anymore

You need to watch your tone”

From “None of Your Concern” by Jhene Aiko

It’s a terrible feeling, the moment your life falls apart, shattering like glass.

You had never liked Tamaki being in the host club, but you had grinned and beared it as best you could. He had been so excited to start it with his friends that you couldn’t help but admire his enthusiasm and had given him the go-ahead, as long as he didn’t go too far with the girls.

You hated sharing your boyfriend with all of the other girls in the school. You hated seeing him acting like he was enamored with every girl who sat as his table.

You had stopped attending the host club shortly after it was created, unable to stand watching your boyfriend feed other girls cake and compliment them, calling them “princess” just like he did for you. He was understanding and apologetic, reminding you that the other girls meant nothing to him. That it was all just an act.

Despite the tugging on your heart and the way your stomach twisted unpleasantly, you believed him.

Until now.

One of Tamaki’s hands lay seated on another girl’s back, pulling her closer into the kiss he had clearly initiated. His other hand delicately cupped her cheek, so much gentler than he had ever treated you.

Your bag, which had been slung over one shoulder, slipped and hit the ground with a loud THUMP. The two broke apart, still gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Kyoya, I told you not to bother me,” Tamaki said crossly, not looking away from the other girl for even one second.

A small sob bubbles up from your lips before you can stop it. You had felt so numb that it took even you by surprise. Tamaki’s eyes dart over to the door and he freezes. You can see the horror seize him and you could tell his brain was working furiously, trying to come up with an excuse that you would buy.

“Princess Suki just wanted… I mean…” You could hear the panic in his voice as he searched for the right words, the words that would magically make this okay. You both knew better- knew that there was nothing he could say anymore that would fix his mistakes.

“Don’t bother,” you managed to say through the massive lump stuck in your throat, “Just…” words fail you, but the meaning is clear. You want nothing more to do with Tamaki Suoh.

You turned on your heels and ran from the room. Only when you’re far enough away from the classroom do you let the tears fall.

You’re plagued by “what ifs” and a mountain of “whys”. You found yourself thinking back to the girl Tamaki had been kissing. It’s because she’s prettier, isn’t it? Did she have something I didn’t?

Your phone buzzed to life with a text. “Can we talk?” You ignore it. “Please?” A few moments of silence graced you before your phone began to ring. You sent it straight to voicemail.

By the time you made it home, your phone had 13 missed calls and dozens of texts. You put your phone on silent and placed it on the nightstand, getting straight into bed. It’s way too early to go to sleep, but you feel as though you’ve run ten marathons. You fell asleep without changing your clothes and awoke to hundreds of texts and about 50 new calls.

You decided to give yourself a day off from school, not ready to face Tamaki or “Suki”. It was a Friday, so you would have the weekend off as well. Your head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and you had trouble lifting it from the pillow.

You gingerly sniffed your clothes and winced at the smell of sweat. A shower was desperately needed. You hurried off to the bathroom and strip, waiting for the running water to turn from freezing cold to a scalding heat, just the way you liked your showers.

A knock sounded at your door. You weighed your options and ultimately decided to ignore it. You weren’t expecting any visitors. It was probably just a door-to-door salesman or something.

You slipped into the shower, instantly warmed by the hot water. You let out a pleased sigh as the heat hits your head and back. The knocks at the door became more insistent.

Now that you were in the shower, there was no way you were hopping right back out. You resolved to just take a quick shower and figure out who was at the door after that. Whoever it was could wait, right? But now you had the nagging worry in the edge of your mind that there might really be an emergency.

The knocking continued intermittently throughout your short shower and you hurriedly dressed, half-stumbling to the door and flinging it open once you were decent. There, on your doorstep, with puffy red eyes, was Tamaki Suoh.

You immediately slammed the door in his face.

“(Y/n)! Please open the door! I’m so sorry, I made a horrible mistake! Please take me back! I… I can’t live without you.”

You had expected to feel guilty or sad, but instead a cold indifference froze over your heart. “Get off my property or I’ll call the police.” Tamaki tried to protest, but your icy voice informed him, “I’m serious.”

You watched through the frosted glass as he reluctantly retreated, figurative tail between his legs. You felt a rush of satisfaction, immediately followed by a wave of sadness. All you could do was bury your face in your hands and sob into them.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was an accident, really it was.

Tamaki had been using Kyoya to pass on messages after you threatened to get a restraining order on him. Kyoya clearly thought it was stupid, but he always seemed to obey Tamaki.

Except now..

Lips pressed together in bliss, his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close just like Tamaki and Suki. This time it was Tamaki’s turn to walk in on the two of you.

You weren’t cheating on him, but you still felt the warm satisfaction of revenge as Tamaki stared at the two of you with disbelieving eyes. His eyes filled with tears and he wasn’t shy about letting them fall from down his cheeks, gathering under his chin and dripping to the floor below.

“How could you?” His voice was choked up, just like yours had been. Serves him right, you think savagely.

“I’m not yours anymore, Tamaki. I can do whatever I want,” you snap at him, cold as ice.

Tamaki’s face goes blank, tears still dripping from his eyes as he glares at Kyoya.

You weren’t his, huh?

Well, he could change that.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere ohshc #yandere ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club #yandere tamaki #tamaki suoh

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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bestie, I was waiting for you to open your ask box😭

anyway, Pedri eating you out while you’re facetiming your friend and you have to hang up because of the pleasure (+edging) thank you,love ya🤭💙

Pedri can be very distracting if he wants to...

Enjoy 🍌

Distraction

Why FaceTime ? My face looks awful today." You complained to your mum, who decided to make a video call.

You were cuddled into the pillows of your sofa, watching your boyfriend play his video games.

"Your face looks normal sweetie, don't be so hard on yourself just because of a few pimples." She said, smiling at you.

Pedri sat next to you on the couch, focussed on his Fifa match. One of his hands was caressing your knee in between pauses. He looked at you, nodding to agree with your mother.

"How are your studies going ?" She asked.

"Oh I just finished revising for some exams that are coming up next week. Ow." You kicked your foot at the midfielder who pinched your thigh.

Looking at the screen you saw that he lost the match. Now he was turned to you, both hands on your legs. His full lips were turned into a small pout and his thumb rubbed over the spot where he pinched you to sooth the pain.

"Everything okay ?" Your mum asked, worry in her voice.

"Yes. Yes. Pedro is just being annoying again." You rolled your eyes at him.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, playing with the longer strands while continuing to chat with your mum. It comforted you to touch him.

Suddenly you felt Pedri lips traveling up your inner thigh. You spread your legs so you wouldn't crush his head. You shot him an annoyed look and tried to pull him away by his hair, before focussing on your call again.

She asked about Pedri and your trip to Tenerife. His parents had invited you and it was finally some time for you two to get out of your daily routine and just enjoy being together.

Pedri was stronger than you, also, much to your dismay, enjoying the way you pulled at his hair. The way his moan vibrated against your core had you bucking your hips into him. He smirked and chuckled into the apex of your thigh.

Just as you wanted to reply, your boyfriend pulled your shorts and panties to the side. His fingers explored your folds. You were wet, yes, but not enough for Pedri's likeness.

"The trip was amazing." You had to pause and take a deep breath, because Pedri spat onto your exposed pussy.

His now lubricated fingers found your entrance with ease. Pumping two digits in and out repeatedly. You bit your lip to hold back your moan and clenched around him.

"We um- We even went on a little boat trip." You hissed as his tongue joined his fingers on your core, little flicks teasing your clit.

Your grip on his hair tightened, which spurred him on to speed up the movements of his fingers.

Going into detail about the boat trip and beach day, you felt your orgasm build up in your lower stomach. Repositioning on the pillows, you listened to your mum's reply.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared for Pedri to bring you over the edge, but he didn't. Instead he stopped the movements of his fingers abruptly. Clenching around his fingers, you moved your hips.

"Are you sure you're okay ? You seem in pain ?" This question brought you back to reality.

Pedri had to hold back his laugh, pressing his face against your core.

"I'm not in pain. I'm fine. Pedro keeps being annoying." you explained, hoping she wouldn't poke further.

"Well, that's not very nice, but if that's his way of showing that he loves you, you should appreciate it. It's the little things that make a relationship worth." Your mum loved to to give relationship advice, especially if it was unwanted.

When you felt Pedri continue his his movements, you asked your mum about her plans for the upcoming holidays. It would be easier to listen to her than talking and trying to act like your boyfriend wasn't just edging you.

Pedri curled his fingers upwards, hitting just the perfect spot over and over again. You tried to keep a straight face, but it was getting hard with the way the midfielder was practically drowning himself in your juices. You prayed dearly that she didn't hear the sinful sounds he was making.

He teased your pulsing clit with his nose, knowing well you loved when he did that. You pushed his hair back from his face again, sticky from sweat and your wetness. His other hand caressed your hip, mapping out the soft skin beneath your shorts.

You body was trembling from holding back the release you so desperately needed. Your clothes felt too tight and you were pulsing with need. You didn't even remember what your mum was talking about anymore.

"Mum ? I have to go now." You hoped she wouldn't notice the trembling in your voice. "Love you."

Kissing her goodbye, you threw your phone away as soon as the screen went black. Screaming out Pedri's name, you were relieved you could finally enjoy the orgasm, which built up once again.

Your boyfriend had other plans in mind. He removed his fingers from you and kissed your clit before sitting up on his knees. He sucked his fingers clean and smiled at you.

"Was that annoying enough for you, carino ?"

You wanted to wipe the smug smile right off his face. Tears formed in your eyes, he got you so riled up you'd actually start crying if he didn't make you come right now.

"Fuck, amor, don't cry." He leaned forward to wipe the tears away, voice filled with care. His thumbs were soon replaced by his kisses. "You want to come for me, mi vida ? How ?"

Pedri pushed your top over your breasts, exposing them to him. Your hardened buds begged to be played with and you breathed his name as he took one of them into his mouth.

"Let me come on your cock." You moaned, hips pressing up into his erection.

Pedri licked and bit his way to your other nipple, surely bruising. Your hands were pulling at the cotton material of his shirt. He looked up at you, one of his hands wrapping around your throat.

"Ask again, amor." He pressed on your pulse point lightly, then with more pressure.

"Can I come on your cock, please ?" You begged. "I need you to fuck me, please. Pedri."

"Mmmmh. I thought I was annoying and now you beg me to fuck you." his voice vibrated against your chest. He must feel the pace of your heartbeat against his cheek.

Pedri moved to take your shorts and panties off. "My little whore, all wet for my cock."

Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, just above his swelling erection, wanting to feel the defined muscles of his stomach under your fingertips.

Again, he pushed two fingers against your entrance and let saliva drip down over your folds and his knuckles. He slid in with ease and you immediately clenched, not wanting to let him go.

Pedri removed his hand from your throat and you could take a deep breath.

"Are you sure you can take it princesa ? You barely handle my fingers." He added a third finger, stretching you out fully.

"Please, Pepi." You didn't care how he made you come, but you needed your release.

"Maybe you need to feel my cock in your mouth first, reminding you how to swallow like a good girl and take my size." He dragged his knuckles in and out of you slowly, making your body shake in pleasure.

"No please. I promise I can take it. Please I just need you." Your words were coming out of your mouth with no pause. If he teased you again, you'd go crazy.

Pedri removed his fingers again and you cried out in protest. He took his clothes off, you wouldn't be able to help him in your current state anyway and kneeled above you again.

He stroked his cock and groaned your name. His other hand caressed your cheek before giving you a few slaps.

"Open up, slut." You clenched your thighs and did as he told you. His hand found your jaw, holding it in place before he slowly guided himself between your lips.

His cock was big and warm. Precum filled your mouth. You held onto his thighs and your eyes widened as he started to fuck your mouth. Relaxing your throat as much as you could, you swallowed him.

Pedri threw his head back and snapped his hips. You gagged around him, as spit ran down your cheeks. He seemed to enjoy this position. His balls hit your chin as his pace became more ruthlessly.

From the concentrated look on his face you saw that he was still holding back.

He spread his precum and your saliva on your lips as he pulled out, leaving a smear on your breasts, now glistening with moisture.

You screamed out as pushed into you, pulling your hips flush to himself. Your pussy clenched around him greedily and you started playing with your wet nipples, arching your back into your boyfriend, looking for some physical touch.

He kneaded your asscheeks, holding you in a tight grip. His pace was fast and he made sure to pull out completely with every thrust, teasing your clit with his tip ever so often. You were a screaming mess, seeking the orgasm he hopefully finally was going to grant you.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you reached down to massage your clit yourself. Pedri hissed at the sight, nails digging into your ass.

"Mi vida, what a cockslut you are. You're so tight." Pedri groaned, enjoying the way your inner walls massaged his sensitive shaft.

You came with his name on your lips.

Pedri. Pedri. Pedri.

Like a mantra you chanted it over and over again. Your body was quivering, hands holding on to your chest for dear life. Pedri still fucked you when you came down from your high. His cock felt big and almost uncomfortable in your sensitive pussy.

You reached down to pull him out, but Pedri slapped your hand away, guiding himself even deeper inside now. You whimpered.

"I thought you can take it. First you beg for my cock and now you're overstimulated." He pulled out and rubbed through your folds and over your clit, earning soft little cries from you.

Settling his knees beside your hips, he started jerking his cock and you reached to help him. Stroking the soft skin he groaned, announcing his own release.

His cum decorated your breasts and face and you licked your lips to taste him. Pedri helped you sit up and took off your scrunched tank top.

"Let's take a bath." He suggested, kissing your temple

"Only bathing okay. No distracting this time" You pleaded, pouting.

After all, he only teased you because he loved you.

A/N: I thought it would be more interesting if she called her mum.

A more tame piece of smut today.

I hope you like it. Leave your thoughts on your way to the heart button my banana babes 🍌❤️

#pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri smut #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #pedro gonzález lópez

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hello! I really enjoyed the confessing to an oblivious s/o, but dang watching even shank’s and mihawk’s self esteem plummet HURT

If you don’t mind can we get a part 2 where it turns out the s/o was actually trying to be a good friend but was absolutely shattered thinking their man was in love with another, like after that ‘practice confession’ they’re straight up sobbing in their room!

Thanks for always posting such good fics💙💙

a/n - AAAAA IT HURT ME TOO 😭 omg wait this would be so sad but cute at the same time- tysm anon!! I’m so glad you like my works :)) 💜💜💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, part 1

It’s always been you

- of all the things you wanted most in the world, it was for mihawk to share the same feelings you had for him

- When he asked you for help with confessing his love to another, your heart broke in two, it was like your whole world came crashing down for a moment

- it was painful to help him, knowing that those words weren’t meant for you.. but for someone else

- how lucky that person was to be the receiver of Mihawk’s love

- why couldn’t it be you?

- you went to your room to hide for the rest of the day, face in your pillow as you started to cry quietly

- Mihawk always knows what’s happening, so he managed to hear your sobs from outside the door

- he didn’t want to intrude in case you didn’t want anyone to bother you.. But he just HAD to open the door, he couldn’t take it, hearing you cry like that

- But before you opened the door, he heard you say this, “There was someone else?… Dammit!”

- He stopped, his hand stuck on the doorknob, wait- so did you love him back? Were you literally just being your oblivious self?

- He wanted to break down the door just to confess his love again, but- that really wasn’t his style

- he knocked before opening the door, making you scramble to your feet, pretending as if you were doing something else

- your act was seen through way before you even knew he was there, tears still flowing down your cheeks, snot starting to leak out of your nose, your eyes puffy and red from sobbing

- “Y/n what’s wrong?”

- You could barely stand to look him in the eyes, “Um. I heard what you said- not that I was eavesdropping..” wait- he was.. STUTTERING?!

- you were shocked, mihawk never stuttered, never

- “There’s not someone else, it’s always been you.” He managed to say, the SLIGHTEST tint of pink on his cheeks

- you were about to faint or start sobbing again, you really didn’t know which one was gonna happen

- why not both?

- Mihawk was a bit confused as to why you were crying- were you depressed by his confession?

- maybe this was the best day of your life, you really didn’t know, but you gave him a big hug as you ugly sobbed into his chest

- prepare for the most awkward hug of the year, and very weird back pats 💀

- it’s like he’s trying to say “there there” but literally doesn’t know how???

- idk the message came across alright 😭

- imagine Benn dragging Shanks to his room and just slamming his drunk ass on the floor while dumping a bucket of water on him 💀

- benn would literally just leave him be before he managed to hear someone crying in your room

- who else would it be other than you?

- to you, shanks was sooo- amazing

- there was no one else you had more feelings for than him

- His playful personality, the way he literally was drunk 24/7 and always flirting with you, and even the way he’d go to you whenever he’d start sobbing after drinking too much

- but when he asked you for help with confessing his feelings to someone else, you couldn’t help but have your heart shatter

- …you thought maybe there was hope that he liked you! With all that flirting he’s done with you, how could he like someone else?

- I guess you thought wrong

- fast forward to you starting to sob into your blankets, struggling to wipe all your tears away with your wet sleeves

- “There was someone else... I’m so stupid.” You said between sobs as you pounded your bed, your face slamming into your pillow, cries being muffled by the soft fabric

- benn hears all, you can’t escape him

- he grabbed shanks and shoved him against the wall for him to listen, and as you kept sobbing about how there was someone else, Shanks literally just ascended

- he sprinted out the room, breaking a window or two, maybe even a picture frame before bursting into your room, polluting the air with his alcoholic smell 💀

- “Y/n *hicc* I love you too-!”

- *dies and snores on the ground*

- … this asshole

- “What?! Shanks! Wake up!”

- literally didn’t wake up until 1pm the next day

- woke up hungover asf and literally didn’t remember confessing, but when you started kissing his cheek and giving him cuddles, he just went along with it 💀💀

- thought god enlightened his path, making everything he wanted come true 🫠

- he’s gonna go sulk in his little training room for however long

- one of those people who will do a thousand pushups for every tear he sheds 💀💀

- (he actually cries a bit tho- he’s sad)

- after his 100000008 push-ups, he was tempted to go to your room and just- spit out all these bottled up feelings, but he didn’t

- when he walked past your room, he heard muffled sobs from inside (don’t ask me how he found your room he has an internal compass for you)

- “I’ve liked him for god knows how long- shit!” You said, sniffling and blowing your nose into nearby tissues

- Zoro’s eyes widened, so- you did like him!

- he was jumping for joy (inside his mind) on the outside he looked like 😐

- he opened the door without knocking, completely interrupting your crying session

- “Y/n. I heard you.”

- …

- “Why are you spying on me-?!”

- “I’m not spying on you dammit!”

- “Then how’d you hear me?!”

- “I- I was just listening very carefully as I walked by!”

- … idiot

- “Y/n. There’s not someone else. It’s always been you, not anyone else.”

- his words were filled with so much- devotion and sincerity, it was almost weird to see Zoro be so- romantic

- You were happy of course! But it was a bit shocking- and you were still trying to stop crying..

- There was a long awkward silence after his words, making him start blushing like crazy

- “Can you say something you idiot!” -Zoro

- “What am I supposed to say?!”

- “I don’t know maybe- I love you too or something?!”

- “… I love you too Zoro.”

a/n - these were cute :)

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro #zoro one piece #mihawk one piece #mihawk x reader #mihawk x y/n #dracule mihawk #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #shanks x you #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece

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jukipptx · 2 months

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omg thank u so much for doing my request i loved ittttt!!! <3333 AND YES U SHOULD SOOO DO IT FOR THE OTHER MEMBERS

I’m sorry I disappeared. I have zero reasons about it, I just felt a little bit down in general 😪 but I’m feeling better and I’m still as delulu as ever 🥰🩷

Following the series, next is Jisung 😭 you’re both idols figuring it out I guess 👩🏻‍🦯 this one is so long omg I love jisung so much what do I do 😭😭😭😭😭 🩷 Requests are being written! And they’re still open 🎀🩷

- You both met backstage. It was merely a coincidence, an embarrassing one for Jisung who gets embarrassed about everything, but this one almost killed him literally. You crossed ways on the corridor, both your group and his. You didn’t know, but he already had an eye 👁️ on you. He thought you were cute omg 😭😭😭 but he would never ever EVER admit it. So when you crossed paths for the first time he was soooo nervous, wearing his embarrassing Candy fluffy outfit (embarrassing for him, because you thought he looked so cute). First of all he was so sweaty because they’ve just come back from stage, he was also so red just from realizing you were both about to cross paths. He thought maybe it was the perfect time for him to act cool and impress you, but it went the other way. Both your group and his group exchanged bows as it normally goes, but when it was Jisung’s turn to bow, his big fluffy hat went flying straight to your face because of how hard he bowed. You started cackling, you couldn’t help it, making your member hit you in your arm. Clearing your throat you picked his hat and gave it back to him who was all red and holding his laugh as well. “Nice hat” You said trying not to laugh again. “Nice laugh” He said, then he ran. And that was it, that’s when you knew you loved him hahahahahahaha it wasn’t that hard.

- The start of your relationship was full of what you thought were coincidental encounters, but little did you know they were carefully planned by Jisung. All of them mostly backstage at music shows. Finding him on the corridor constantly, not knowing he was coooonstantly looking at the performance schedule, systematically studying at what time you would perform and at what time you would go in and out of the waiting room. “Hi” “Hi Ji” “Jisung!” turned to “Baby” “Andy” in about 4 months time.

- Your first date was backstage as well. He didn’t want it to be, but it was what you both could manage. You basically had a picnic on your waiting room during your solo promotions where no one could see you. You both brought food from home and made yourselves comfortable with pillows and blankets and music with shared earphones 😭😭😭 Eventually you were caught by one of your members who came by to visit by surprise. Jisung went 😳, but when he was about to leave you held onto his hand and made him sit back down 😡 “This is Andy. He’s my boyfriend.” Is what you told your member. Jisung was speechless, he could only stutter a “hi”, but that’s how it happened.

- After meeting all of your members, he started chilling down. He started visiting your dorm from time to time, until it became an everyday occurrence, and then an every night occurrence 😅 He’s so quiet that no one ever caught him, until he met your manager at the door instead of you 🥶 He froze and then ran the other way. It took him two weeks to come back.

- Everytime he sees you, he brings a totally different and unexpected gift for you. Could be anything really!!! Chocolates, a beaded ring, a gallon of ice cream, anything with the letter J, a single flower or a 50 flower bouquet, a new puffer jacket, one of his hoodies, he’s very lowkey like that.

- Even though he was shy, he was so eager to reveal himself as your boyfriend to his and your fans. You doubted him a lot, but you accepted his idea of carrying each others photocard on your phone case. He said it was such a cute way to reveal it and that it would take some time for the fans to figure it out (it took a day or two…)

Ok it wasn’t as long as I thought… hope you enjoyed 🩷 I may or may not continue these series 🥶

#nct dream #7dream #nct #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream reactions #nct dream timestamps #nct dream x reader #nct fic #nct fluff #nct jisung #nct dream jisung #jisung park

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nanamisbbygirl · 2 years

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requests are open right? it’s completely fine if not !! but could u do nanami being really stressed and overwhelmed with work (it could be the office work or jujutsu, whatever u please :)) and he’s just been bottling up his frustration, finally he snaps and takes it out on the (gn!) reader? like he just starts yelling and adding a few untrue things against you (all out of anger, u could leave this part out if u want). but immediately after he regrets it and comforts the reader. i’m sorry if this is long 😭 no rush tho! take ur time, tysm <33

includes: nanami kento x gn! reader

type: drabble (hurt/comfort + fluff)

a/n: omg yes, this is my favourite fanfic trope!! sorry for the late response my love! hope you enjoy!!

for two weeks straight nanami's boss had him working overtime. and he. hated. it. he could hardly strand being stuck in that godforsaken cubical as it was but now it was just too much stress. everyday he'd go home with his aching back and bags forming under his eyes, just for you to take care of him.

he was always so, so grateful to you because of it that, so as he stands before you, anger getting the best of him, he can't even process his thoughts to try and stop himself.

"you know what, y/n i don't really care-- I'm tired enough as it is, can you please just stop talking." nanami snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

at the same time, you felt your jaw snap shut, eyes widening at what he had said. still, you didn’t want to let him talk to you like that, especially after you told him you were scared people found you too loud and overbearing. “if you’re so tired why don’t you just go to bed?” you respond, which only lit up another fire inside nanami.

“can’t i just sit on the couch and relax? isn’t it my house too? i’m tired and you know that so why can’t you just let me be? you’re giving me a headache, so just stop bothering me, please.”

there was poison in his tone. he had never talked to you like this before. usually when he has a rough day he mentions it to you, which always leads to you helping him through it. yet, he was vicious which directly stung your heart. you pressed your lips together, feeling something swirl inside your gut as your hands ball up into fists.

you didn’t want to show him that he had gotten the best of you, not trying to bother him anymore with your tears. “fine,” you mumbled before making a b-line for you bedroom.

considering the mood he was in, you didn’t think he was going to enter you bedroom anytime soon, giving you the chance to sink your face into your pillow, letting your stray tears stain it.

just as you thought you would slip into a saddened sleep, there was a faint knocking at your door. you didn’t respond to it, though, trying you best to contain your tears, sniffling and rubbing your bloodshot eyes.

“y/n…” nanami had let himself in, watching as you were curled up on your shared bed. again, you didn’t respond, not even a quiet ‘go away, i’m not in the mood to talk.’

he was drowning in guilt, he shouldn’t have raised his voice, shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. he wanted to apologize but as he crouched by the bedside he knew there wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you.

even as you looked at him, puffy and swollen face, he felt his heart sink. “i’m sorry, my love.” he spoke softly while all you could do was continue to sniffle as any rebuttals remained trapped in your throat.

“i know i hurt your feelings.” he placed his hand gently on your thigh, somewhat expecting you to flinch or reject his touch. yet as you eased into him, it gave him a tad bit more confidence to continue. “i know it’s no excuse but you have no idea how stressed i’ve been. it’s not your fault though, and you can’t imagine how sorry i am to have snapped like that.”

you pouted, “you hurt my feelings a lot.” you were on the verge of tears again, watching him rise and side on the edge of the bed, smoothing his hand up and down your back.

“i know,” he cooed. “i’ll do anything to make it up to you: order in? run you a bath? watch a movie? anything you want”

sitting in silence for a moment, contemplating your options. “a bath sounds nice, but will you come in with me?” with those pleading eyes, there was no way nanami would’ve even considered saying no.

“of course.” he brought the back of your hand up to his mouth, giving it a kiss, “i’ll go now and get it started for us.”

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jwonsite · 6 months

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<<Safe Haven>>

A One Shot for you:

Lately, things have not been going the way you wanted them to and anxiety has been knocking at your window once again. Hence, you decided to isolate yourself from the world to have some peace of mind and cry out as much as you could because you really needed it. However, your roommates Heeseung and Jungwon noticed your absent at dinner time.

At first, they thought you had a really busy week. Maybe you just needed to recharge. But as the days passed by they both started getting worried about you. They couldn’t hold it anymore; they longed to see you, hear your voice, hear the laughter that once used to fill the dorm. Thus one night, Jungwon took the initiative to check on you. He was about to knock at your door but stopped the moment he heard you crying. Even though you tried to cover your sobs with your pillow, they were still audible to him.

Without a doubt, he opened the door and rushed to hug you. He didn’t ask or say anything which you thanked him for. He only held you in his arms in silence while you kept crying your heart out. His warmth and his fresh shower soap smell helped you calmed down. Yet, he knew that was not enough; at least not for him. He started rubbing your back and placing kisses on top of your head as a way to show you that he was there for you, no matter what.

You guys stayed in the same position for at least half an hour until you felt asleep in his embrace. He then tucked you in bed to let you sleep comfortably. But as soon as he was about to step out of your room, he was faced by a concerned Heeseung, with watery eyes as if he were crying with you.

Without looking at Jungwon, he walked straight to your bed. Carefully laying himself right next you and hooked his arm around your waist. Jungwon wanted to say something to him, but by the way Heeseung looked at you he realized that it was better to leave the two of you alone for now.

Once Jungwon left, Heeseung couldn’t hold his tears any longer. Seeing your puffy red eyelids and nose, he could tell that all these past few days you most likely were crying yourself to sleep and he had no knowledge of it all. He wrapped his arm tighter around you which made you subconsciously turn your body to face him and place your head against his chest. He felt you shivering from time to time. So as a way to comfort you, he began humming the song he always wanted to serenade you but never had the courage to do so; afraid to find out that you may not reciprocate his feelings.

•~••~••~••~••~••~•

The next morning you woke up like you would have slept like a baby which you definitely did since Jungwon ended up joining you guys in bed. You were laying between both of them and their arms were tightly wrapped around you; you felt so warm and secured the whole night. Once again, they have proven to you that they are indeed your Safe Haven.

P.S.: I literally just wrote it for you thinking of a way to comfort you. It’s been a while without me writing like this but I really hope this helps and wish you the best 🧡🧡

oh my gosh and what if i cry. i literally love you so much😭 it was amazing thank you so much☹️🫶🏼 this was so freaking cute ahhhh i have the best followers istg thank you so so much ily😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

#heewonenthusiast asks!#heewonenthusiast speaks!#heewonenthusiast soft hours!

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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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I’ve just had a thought:

Having been Mickey’s girlfriend for a couple months, and he comes back from a mission after a few weeks and he’s let his hair grow grow out a bit. It’s a turn on, small curls littered over his forehead and he barely lets it grow out before trimming it sometimes but this time they are fully developing. He comes home all tired, you climb in his lap just trying to get a little close to your boyfriend. “I like your hair.” You compliment, His hands are all over you the second you are on him. Waist to hips to the low of your back to your ass, giving it light squeezes here and there as you hold his fav in your hands. “Thank you, baby.” Peppering small kisses all over his face, just as you hit a sweet spot near his jaw, he is a goner. Grinding you on top of him as you feel him getting hard. You haven’t kissed yet, mouths on top of each other but not quite meeting, an inch apart. He is whimpering, groaning and heavy breathing into you as you try and make more friction between the two of you. Just as you know he is completely engulfed in the feeling of you against him, your hand sneaks past his neck and into his hat, tugging at it, another whimper falls out of his mouth as he tries tucking his head into your neck but you pull him back by the hair, forcing him to look at you, heavy lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his face. A hand snaking to his throat, giving it a light squeeze, a begging “please” is gasped out of him. “Please what, pretty boy?” You demand, face nearing his lips, just to ghost past it and kiss the side of his mouth, he chases after you but you pull back just in time, tugging his hair further, causing another whimper to fall. “I want you, please.”it’s your turn to make an obscene noise, it’s a mixture between a moan and whimper, the heavy friction at your core mixing with his intoxicating breath. “Can I have you?” He asks, begs. And you finally give in, settling yourself further onto him as you feel his hard erection. As soon as the “yes” leaves your mouth he is quick to get up, you let out a yelp, giggling. He keeps you in place as he carries you towards your shared bedroom. Let’s say you weren’t able to walk straight the next day….

I need to be stopped, I love Fanboy.

calling mickey pretty boy OH MY GODDDDDD

and his curls 😭 his gorgeous gorgeous curls that he never usually grows out even though he knows you love them,, love grabbing at them as he licks and flicks at your pussy tirelessly bc he is a pussyeater™️

perhaps after you show him how much you love his curls he’ll be more inclined to keep them:

“baby, if you do that every night…. i swear i’ll never cut my hair!”

followed by you having to throw a pillow at him to wipe the smug smile off his face

you wouldn’t change it for the world tho, because he is so beautiful with his lil curls hehehe

#PAV THIS IS SO #MWAH #moots <3 #lordy lord #i’m a sucker for his curls #top gun fanboy #mickey garcia x reader

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muns0nslov3r · 1 month

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OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU WROTE FOR ARGYLE!! I need thigh riding with argyle omg I haven’t found anything like it yet 😭 I can see him being in disbelief that it’s happening and just be like like “holy shitt” and both him and reader would definitely be high. I can’t see argyle being tooooo kinkly, he would probably just praise so if you could do something like that id scream in my pillow for 3 hours straight 😭 you don’t have too! I’ve heard that your sick so take you’re time sweetheart :) but thank you if you do write it!

I LOVE YOUR WRITING BY THE WAY🤭 take care!!

i feel so bad for pushing this off, but i’ll definitely do this!!!! honestly this request is amazing, and i legit feel so bad for not remembering to do this 😭 i’ll try and make it extra special for you as a little i’m sorry :3

argyle and you were relaxing after a long day of him working, both of you tired and high. cuddling up with eachother as something played on the tv, it was hard to pay attention to whatever was on tv when all you could think of was argyle.

he smelt good, was so warm and cuddly.. and his hair. don’t get me started on how obsessed you are with his beautiful hair. you guys were laying down, argyle on his back while you laid on top of him.. straddling his thigh slightly as your head rested on his chest, your hand playing with a strand of his hair.

you and argyle were together for 6 months now, and you two have never got down and dirty.. mainly cause of how shy and self conscious he’d get, always worried that you wouldn’t be attractive to him if you saw him like that.

or that you wouldn’t like how his body was, sense he had a soft tummy. people in the past would always tease him about his body, so ever sense he’s been conscious of it.

yet when you guys got to, or if you, argyle, jonathan, and will and el went out during the california summers. you’d encourage him to come in, and swim with you. and you’d always get to see his pretty body, you loved it. he was like a soft teddy bear.

and you didn’t care if argyle was skinny or not, you just cared about his personality.. and christ did you love his personality. anyways, you two were cuddled up.. and of course, you were ovulating. always got so desperate and horny during those times, and it didn’t help how high you were made everything feel ten times better. and more overwhelming.

fidgeting slightly as you let out a little shaky breath, that ache in your crotch forming as you buried your face into argyles chest.. taking a deep breath as you sighed. “you okay man?” argyles voice softly said as he glanced at you, resting his hand on your lower back and you felt your body just tingling with desperation.

“m’fine..” you quietly said, glancing up at him before away.. his cute high face driving you insane. as you looked at the tv, trying to ignore the feeling.. soon you’d probably forget about it right? you just hoped, as you stayed cuddled up with argyle.

the way your clothed cunt slightly pressed against his thigh drove you insane, as you couldn’t help but slightly grind against his thigh.. surely he wouldn’t notice, plus you were barely doing anything.

so why would he notice you doing it? yeah well poor argyle, definitely noticed. just looking down at you.. noticing the way your hips were moving up and down, and the movement against his thigh?

hell he couldn’t believe it, staring down at you with blown pupils as he swallowed hard.. he didn’t know if he should say anything or- just.. let you continue. you seemed to be enjoying it, and he didn’t wanna ruin the pleasure you were feeling. and the soft sounds that left your mouth, drove him insane.

you sounded so pretty, he gulped. his face flushing slightly as he kept his hand on your lower back, softly hugging out a little breath. “does that feel good?” he muttered, as your head turned to look at him.. and christ your expression, was something permanently stuck in his mind.

the way your mouth was slightly open, and the blush on your cheeks.. the way you seemed so out of your mind. as you slightly nodded, grinding your cunt down against his thigh more. a whine leaving your parted lips, as he shuddered.. having a little smile on his face.

his hands traveling down to your hips, as he pressed a kiss to your lips.. letting you show how desperate you were. kissing him all needy as he moved his hand up to softly hold your face, as he fixed your hair.

“is this okay?” he softly said, making sure it was alright with you.. as you nodded. “please.” you weakly let out, sitting up as his hand went straight to your hips again.. letting you grind on his thigh.

“jesus.. look at you dude. so pretty.” he muttered, staring up at you with just the sweetest eyes ever.

you looked so pretty like this, desperate for him. christ he had hearts in his eyes, just admiring you like you were a beautiful painting. you grinded your cunt down on his thigh slowly.. before slowly grinding down your cunt more faster, humping his thigh like a dog in heat basically.

“good girl.. does that feel good?” he moved his hands down to your thighs, softly gripping them as he softly moaned. his dick straining in his pants, he didn’t care about that.. all he cared about was pleasuring you, and having you cum.

“uh huh..” you whined, your hands on his stomach slightly as your eyes fluttered.. the rough feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt drove you feral. your mouth open slightly, letting sweet sounds slip from your lips.

“sound so pretty.. my pretty girl, fuck i love you so much.” he whined, as you felt a wave of heat run through your body at his whine.. your cunt clenching around nothing.

“i love you baby..” you muttered, looking down at him slightly as you felt your face heat up more. he looked so handsome, it drove you wild that you knew this man was yours.

your heart raced as you grinded your cunt down more, your breathing getting more faster as you squeezed your eyes closed. you hated how fast you were getting close, but god damn it felt so good.

“i’m- getting close..” you whimpered, as argyle felt his mouth water at your words. “yeah? good girl.. such a good girl. cum for me please..”

he shuddered, his dick aching as he reached his hand down to palm at his crotch a couple times before moving his hands back to your hips.

softly squeezing your hips as you moaned, clenching his shirt slightly as your mouth fell open in a silence moan.. moving your hips more faster before letting the pleasure crash down onto you.

a whiny moan leaving your mouth as argyle stared up at you like he never seen anything more beautiful, groaning as he bit down on his tongue.. a weird feeling of pleasure rushing through him as he sighed, looking up at you then down at his crotch.. blushing brightly as he noticed he came in his pants.

just from watching you get yourself off on his thigh, as you looked down at him before hugging out a little breath and laying down with him.. your faces both painted a red colour, as he wrapped his arms around you.

“did so good for me.. i love you man.” he smiled, looking down at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you too baby..”

#stranger things #smut #stranger things smut #requests are open #argyle smut #stranger things master list #stranger things argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle x you #argyle #my sweet boy

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s0ulsniper · 1 year

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Teach me how

2012 Leo x gn!reader

Request:

"Hey!! Can I request a 2012 Leo x (GN)reader, please? With the prompts 18, 42, 51 and 2 in order please! If you need any more details on my request you can message me :))))"

Thank you so much for being my first request I love you bro <3

@milkachi2v

Note: I'm sorry bro this isn't my best work, I rushed this 🤟🏻😭

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Lately, you have been getting into the arts a lot. Drawing was your newfound favorite thing. You've practiced a lot for the past couple of months, everywhere. So much so, that your teacher had to confiscate your notebook until the end of class. Usually it would've been your book, but now you've upgraded to a drawing notebook.

Of course, Leo noticed the new obsession and loved seeing you so concentrated, starting a new drawing every two seconds and forgetting the last one.

But the past couple of days you've been really into it. Spending almost the whole day in your room, music playing, and completely ignoring him.

He knows you didn't mean to but he also wants your attention.

Especially now since his brothers are busy doing their own thing, so he can't just bother them.

Straight after school, he texted you to see if you were coming over.

Usually he walked down to the school to meet you and go back to the lair.

But this time you told him you couldn't, and that you were sorry because you were busy.

Leo, being Leo, already knows you aren't busy. So he decided to make his way to your house.

He knocked on your door, and obviously didn't get an answer, he could hear the music blasting from your room and knew you wouldn't hear him.

He makes his way back outside and climbs up the ladders, knocking on your window.

He saw you in your room, as focused as ever and knocked again.

He saw you look up a bit and jump when you saw him, laughing while doing so.

You quickly turned your music down and went over to open the window.

"What are you doing here Leo?" You ask in a confused tone.

"Really? Like you got anything to do."

You roll your eyes and move for him to come in, making your way back to your fort of art supplies and pillows.

"I have got plenty to do." You answer back.

He laughs and sits down on your bed, making any room he could in your junkyard.

He let you be for a couple minutes, seeing if you would acknowledge his presence.

"Y/nnnn…" He whines hoping that would catch your attention.

To his expectation, you mumbled a "hm?" but didn't look up.

"Y/n cmonnn…"

"I'm busy Leo, I'm a full time worker." You mumbled.

He sighs, thinking of anything else to get your attention.

His eyes light up and he chuckles when he finds a perfect plan.

He gets up, walks over to your fort and sits right next to you, almost on top of you.

You look up at him confused on why he looks like he's plotting, but just go back to the drawing.

He pays no attention to the drawing and starts poking you in your sides.

Immediately you jump, a shocked look on your face while trying to push his hand away.

"Stopp-"

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." He answers while poking you.

You push his hand away but that doesn't stop him.

"Okay– okay quit !"

He pulls his hand away smiling and you try to regain your breath and rub your side.

You pick up your notebook on the floor and try to put it on your bed but Leo's hand on your wrist stops you.

"Is that a drawing of me?" He asks while analyzing the drawing.

"Yes dumbass– I mean almost the whole notebook is." You admit and he takes the notebook from your hands gently and flips through.

If he wasn't already red, looking through the book definitely did the trick.

"I– wow. These are amazing y/n." He says looking through, then closing the notebook and hugging you.

The force from the hug pushes you back and you two are just hugging on the floor, in comfortable silence for a while.

"Teach me how to do it." He asks, breaking the silence.

You smile and sit up patting next to you so he can sit closer.

You grab an empty notebook and pencil, handing it to him and open your own.

"Just follow my lines." You tell him and he nods.

You slowly sketch, looking over and making sure he's following.

You try this for a couple minutes, checking in every couple seconds.

You guys were sitting together, silent and drawing together.

"It's so hard to sit here so close to you and not kiss you." He blurts and immediately looks back at his paper.

I look over at him smiling and red, confusedly looking at him.

"Okay, then why haven't you?" You ask.

He looks up at you surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me Leo."

His smile shifts into a smirk and pulls you in immediately.

His hands rest on your hips after you shift to get comfortable in his lap.

When he pulls away, you look at him laughing.

"Damn, maybe I should start ignoring you more often."

He shakes his head and pulls you in closer to a hug.

"Absolutely not, I won't let that happen." He mumbles into the crook of your neck.

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#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt x gn reader

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phenomenalgirl9 · 2 years

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Idol! Seonghwa x Producer! Reader: I'm curved??

A/n: I just randomly got this idea by seeing a few edits (I'll add them), please don't hate me 😭 The writing is messy, sorry!😭

Summary: You are a producer of HnS one of the most happening rising K-pop duo. However, you've had a crush on one of them from the very beginning, but never worked on it as you thought he wasn't "straight".

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Being a producer led to the fact that you were often working nights through the studio as you're in a "flow".

The duo were leaving the dance studio, when they found the lights to your studio still on.

You heard a knock on your door and were surprised and almost scared, who would knock on your door at 11:45pm?!

"W-who is it?" You said

"Its us" two familiar voices were heard, and you sighed in relief and said "Come in!"

"Did I hear you stutter?!" The face of an amused Seonghwa was seen to poke inside.

"Yah! If you knock at 11: 45 what else do you expect?!" You said.

You watched him laugh and entered the studio with Hongjoong behind him.

"Seriously Yn, what are you doing here at this hour? It's seriously unsafe." Hongjoong said.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to go home, I'm feeling good about this track, I'm gonna make it workable by tomorrow" you said nodding and sipping your Americano and you flinched and almost gagged at the taste.

"Why are you even drinking this if you're unable to even swallow it" Seonghwa said tutted and walked out.

"Why are you so stubborn to complete it by tomorrow?" Hongjoong asked "It's not even close to the due date"

"Cause I want to" you said fiddling with your fingers. When suddenly Seonghwa came back, four cans in hand, he placed all of them in front of you and took the americano and dropped it in the dustbin. You grabbed a can and said "That's my favourite cold coffee"

You watched Seonghwa grin and nod, He knew? How?. You thought but smiled.

"I actually wanted to try something new with a track and that is why I am hurrying up" you said as the two made themselves comfortable on the couch behind you, you made a few clicks and played the other track you and your coworker had made a few days ago.

"It's a bit different then the normal songs you make, Jongho and I were thinking if you wanted to switch roles and make this song, as a gift to the fans for your 3 years anniversary next month" you asked.

"I think that's a brilliant idea" Seonghwa chirped.

"You want Hwa to rap and me to sing?" Hongjoong asked and you nodded. He hummed and nodded and you smiled wide.

"I think it'll be fun" Hongjoong said and got up and said "Okay. See you, I actually have some work tomorrow morning" and walked away, in you nodded and watched Hwa gathering the couch pillows and getting comfortable.

"What?" You asked

"Don't mind me I'm just guarding you" with a smile that made your heart flutter so bad. He looked just like:

Damn he looked so cute, you just wanted to squish his cheeks but you controlled your urge and nodded and turned around to walk back. You felt eyes on you from time to time and turned around but Seonghwa was busy on the phone, occasionally eating some snacks that you had gathered for yourself for tonight, maybe it's just your tired mind. You were on your 3rd can when he finally spoke up.

"Wanna eat Ramyeon?"

You were shocked as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears what? WHAT?!

"Sorry?" You asked.

"We-we could drive to the convenience store and get some Ramyeon?" He explained. And then it hit you, he actually meant it in the normal way, you mentally hit yourself and turned on your seat and said, "Okay. Lets go" with a nod.

It was common for Seonghwa to stay back with you when you work overnight, at times Hongjoong would also stay and help you, so it was generally and him wanting to est was also normal, there have been days when he himself went to the building kitchen and cooked food for the two of you. So going on a drive and Ramyeon with him is not something new as well.

One thing that always happens with Seonghwa is that conversations are very easy with him, you both talk about everything and anything and he always makes you feel happy and safe.

"How are your cats?" He asked

"They are great" you said slurping your noodles.

"How did Kookie's vaccine go?"

"He was actually much calmer this time. Actually, better than Chips" you said, and the conversation flowed.

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"Which one do you think is better?" Hongjoong asked, as he showed you the pictures.

"We're deciding on our next album cover" Hwa said.

You looked at the pictures and felt your heart sting a bit. Yeah you have had a huge crush on Seonghwa ever since you've joined the company, working with them, increased and deepened your crush. Until, one day, you found an upset Hongjoong on the roof top and after talking to him you got to know, Hongjoong was actually gay and had a huge crush on a close friend of his. Everything was well, unless you realised, the friend he spoke about was Seonghwa, seeing them up close and interact made you realise that. Yeah, it did hurt watching the two be so close and being playfull, but you couldn't move on. You thought of moving on but as soon as you took one look at him, you'd run back to the same ways.

On one side you were so glad to have Seonghwa and Hongjoong as your close friends but sometimes, it does hurt, but you only wished the two happiness. Coming back to the shoot photos, the duo, Jongho and you had a discussion and ended up choosing the third one to be best for the new cover.

However the way your smile faltered from the moment you saw the pictures. You were his good friend and he hated to see you sad.

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So, Jongho was done watching you sad hence he set you up on a blind date with a friend of his and said he'd take over the recording of a new song which was scheduled that evening.

"Are you sure?" You asked again while packing your bags.

"Yes Yn! I'll be fine, it's just a recording" Jongho said.

"Okay" you said and sat down

"Why are you nervous? Yunho hyung is nice and a gentleman. Besides it's just a blind date, he won't ask you to marry!" Jongho said and you both laughed. Ultimately you fixed up your hair, did a light make up with whatever you had handy and left, after repeating all the requirements of the recording to him for the 40th time at least.

You were outside the designated restaurant and looked around and tried to find the guy Jongho had showed you when you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around to see

"Sorry, Yn?" He asked visibly nervous

"Yes. Yunho right?" You asked

"Yeah, thank God it's you or else it would have been embarrassing" He said and you both laughed and entered the restaurant.

The two of you instantly clicked you got to know Yunho was actually Jongho's Highschool senior and they were on the same football team. Now he's a lawyer in a really renowned law firm. He was really excited to know you're a composer and seemed to be a fan of HnS duo and was amazed to know you are infact Eve, the producer of most of his favourite songs by them.

"You've gotta be kidding me Bellatrix wouldn't win against Draco, c'mon!" You said taking another bite of your cake

"How can you say that?! She killed Sirius!" He said. Yes, you were having a debate about who'd win a duel Bellatrix or Draco Malfoy, after finding you both hold immense love for the Harry Potter series. Yes you were having a great time, Yunho seemed like a huge excited puppy and you really liked that about him. He talked very freely and you liked that. Hence, you told him about Him, Park Seonghwa.

"Look Yn, I'd really like to know you more, no matter what form. We could just get to know each other and see?" He said with the most genuine smile. And you nodded and said "Yeah I would like that too"

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Meanwhile, In the Studio

"Heeeeeeey! Jongho??" Seonghwa looked visibly shocked. He was quite sure this session was supposed to be with Yn, rather than with her alone. Why is Jongho here? Where were you?

"Hey Hwa Hyung. Disappointed to see me?" He said with a smirk

"Uh? No. No, just surprised. Um. Where's Yn?" He asked while still looking around awkwardly.

"She had a date so I'm covering for her" he said, he was shocked to see the moment the words left his mouth, Seonghwa's demeanor changed. He almost seemed to Jongho like an abandoned puppy. And Jongho knew, he had Seonghwa right where he wanted him.

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The next two days were the weekends and you pretty much stayed home, watching movies and thinking. Jongho had texted to tell you that he thinks Seonghwa likes you. But you felt doubtful, no, not self doubts but, you were sure Seonghwa didn't because he liked Hongjoong. Right? However, Yunho has been quite active from sending messages and memes or cat pictures. You both were glad to have found each other, no matter in what form.

Hence, Jongho found you walking in with a smile the next morning and felt proud of himself.

"Someone seems happy" he chirped.

"What? I'm happy everyday" You said

"How was the date?! Give me the tea, hyung wont tell me! Did you guys you know?" He shot questions

"Jongho! No! We ate, talked, and he just walked me home and went home his way" you said "Anyways how was the recording?"

"Seonghwa said he had a headache and was missing the notes so we couldn't record shit" he said, sipping his Americano and shrugged.

"So I put Seonghwa and Hongjoong Today the first thing" He added.

"Oh" you said. You were seriously shocked, Seonghwa had perfect vocals even when he was running high fever and he HAD to record as you all were behind schedule.

You got the whole set up ready, and almost on queue Hongjoong entered with a groggy looking Seonghwa.

"Good morning" Hongjoong chirped.

"Morning" you chirped back, but you were kinda shocked to see Hwa, hair messy, sleepy tired eyes.

"Hwa are you okay?" You asked concern laced into his voice.

You were kind of taken aback when he just replied with a "Hn". Why was he being cold towards you? Or may be he's just tired?

The recording was painful, Seonghwa kept messing the lyric of a line, either he said, wrong, stuttered or paused. You and Jongho had to keep on taking takes of that part.

"What's wrong Seonghwa?" Hongjoong asked from the mic.

"Nothing" he almost spoke through gritted teeth. You guess he wasn't feeling too well so you grab the microphone and said "Hwa I think you should take a break"

"Yeah, wouldn't you know all about it" he said, his voice was almost laced with venom and you felt like it hit you directly.

"Sorry?!" You said in shock.

"Dude-" Hongjoong started but before he could say anything more Seonghwa stormed out of the studio.

"Leave him, he's just over worked and tired" Hongjoong said "Let me do my parts"

It was ultimately decided that Hongjoong and Jongho would record Seonghwa's part later that afternoon that too exactly when you take a break. You tried to think if you could have remotely done something to annoy him. But, nothing comes to your mind, Hwa seemed fine the other day after the shoot, that was the last time you spoke to him. You simply shrugged and tried to concentrate on work when:

Yunho 🐶 sent you a message:

-> Oh my god! 🤣 Does he know you have this?

No and I'd appreciate if he didn't 😂😂

Else he'd 🔪

-> Dw I won't

How's your day going?

-> Almost ok...

Oh no what happened What did he do? 🫤

-> How did YOU know it's Hwa?

Isn't he?

-> Yes but... Fine

You told him all about what happened and how your studio got high-jacked. You felt better after talking to him. That evening you left your office to find Yunho waiting near the lamp-post closest to the exit and you almost ran and hugged him. Something about his aura was so comforting, it made you feel warm.

What you didn't know was a pair of eyes had accidentally seen you from the second floor. The said eyes, got glassy as they forgot what they were going towards that way and rushed back to the dance studio.

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It's been a Week since Seonghwa snapped at you, this past week you've grown quite close to Yunho. This past week, you never spoke to Hwa, nothing outside work. He was avoiding you, and you didn't know why. You were sad, but you thought it was for the best, you often found him laughing and talking to Hongjoong or with other staff, and you did feel a bit envious towards them, but you thought it was for the best. You were thinking about all this stuff while walking, not seeing where you are going and suddenly hit something firm. You looked to find nobody other than Kim Hongjoong.

"Hey Yn what's wrong? Everything okay?" He asked

"Sorry. I was just zoned out and didn't see where I was going, Sorry" you said

"It okay. But, how are you? I didn't get to stop by for some time." He said.

"Yeah I've been fine" you said trying to bring a smile but what he asked next rubbed it off your face.

"And how's your boyfriend?" You asked.

"I'm sorry?" You said "I don't have a boyfriend! Joong!"

"Hey! A tall, hot and handsome guy picking you up from work every other day? Yep, not boyfriend behaviour at all" He said putting his hands up.

"What? How did you know?"

"I have ears Ynie" he said

"Oh God! Yunho is just a friend, nothing more." You said and after a while the two of you went your own way.

That evening Jongho had to leave early so you had to lock up and leave, but before that you were completing a few final touches on a song that you're supposed to submit the next day. A knock was heard from the door and you said "come in" thinking it was some staff. It was when you heard a throat clearing you turned to see Park Seonghwa.

"You here?" You asked in a low voice.

"Why? Can't I come here?" He asked

"You can, but you haven't for a while so I was a bit shocked"

You see him smile sadly and ask "It didn't even affect you did it? Did I mean so trivial to you?"

"What do you mean Hwa?!" You stood up and walked where he was near the door. And suddenly, even before you understood, he held your shoulders and pinned you to the door.

"What's all this Seonghwa?"

"Why did you never talk to me?!" He asked and looked straight into your eyes. You felt weak at your knees and would tumble down any moment. If this man, an extremely handsome looking man towering over you wouldn't have been holding you.

"I wasn't talking to you because YOU SNAPPED AT ME!!" Your voice raised in frustration and also of nervousness, having him stand in such a close proximity drew out all the air from your lungs.

"Then why did YOU GO TO THAT DATE?" He almost growled

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!"

"Because I LIKE YOU! DAMN It!!" He spoke.

"But! YOU'RE GAY!" You shouted

"WHAT?!" he shouted mouth open in shock "Yn. What are you even saying!"

"I know, okay. I've always thought that you and Hongjoong were too close. Y'all do stuff and Hongjoong said that he loved his best friend, which has to be you" you said, and what you least expected he burst out into laughter, he was laughing so much that he literally supported his head on your shoulder and you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

"What?!" You asked

"Just because Hongjoong said he likes his bestfriend and I am practically his bestfriend and I am well, yeah at times we're a bit too close, but yeah, you thought I'm curved??" He asked and you nodded.

"You know Song Mingi?" He asked again

"The head of the dancers? Yeah." You said.

"He is also Hongjoong's bestfriend and the person Hongjoong likes" Seonghwa said.

"Tha-that means your-" you were cut off by a pair of soft plump lips on yours and it's like your body reacts on its own and he arms snake around your waist and he pulls you impossibly closer and your hand tangles at the back of his neck. You kissed him back with the same intensity as he kissed you, he finally pulled away and said "You're the only one I like and want, as much as I love Hongjoong, I'm still straight"

"I like you too" you said blushing red

"So don't you dare go on dates with anybody else. Cause I'm gonna take you to one and only I can do that" he almost growled.

You pulled him by his collar into another kiss.

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dees-writing-corner · 2 years

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wedding bells - friday

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader

word count: 1443

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If any of you want to be added to the taglist just send me a message <3 A/N It's here! I've rewritten it! Still in the process of rewriting the remaining chapters tho 😢 Also, I am literally soooo sick right now. I don't think I've felt like this since I was 10 😭

“Mingi. Your phone.”

I rolled away from Mingi and buried my face into the pillow.

I heard shuffling from beside me, followed by silence.

“What? - Yeah, she’s here. - Why? - Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.”

I felt Mingi put his arm around me, pulling me back into him.

“Who was it?”

“Minho. They were wondering where you were. Apparently, Laura needs you to be her maid of honour.”

Whatever sleepiness I felt flew straight out of the window when I heard that. Propping my chin on Mingi’s chest, I looked at him in shock.

“What?”

“Her maid of honour had to fly back home because of a family emergency. She needs you down in half an hour.”

Dropping my head back down, I let out a whine.

“I wanna sleep. Still tired.”

I could feel Mingi’s chest rumble as he chuckled before he nudged my head with his nose.

“I know, love, but we’ve got to get up. Minho needs me for best man duties today as well.”

Throwing my arm around his waist, I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t wanna move.”

We were both lying there peacefully until we heard someone opening and closing our door, followed by the bed dipping beside me.

“Why did your cousin just invite me to their wedding?”

Turning around, we were met with Hongjoong lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm as he looked at us.

Raising a brow at him, “Good morning to you too. Now, do you mind?”

“Not really.”

The words he said, paired with the cheeky grin on his face, sent me into a fit of laughter.

“Joong, c’mon, what if one of us was naked or something?”

“It’s not something I’ve never seen before, so I don’t really care. Now back to the point, why has Minho invited me to the wedding?”

Mingi sat up, stretching a bit, “They’ve got an extra seat because Y/N’s now the maid of honour, so they probably thought, because you’re here, they’d just invite you.”

Crawling over Mingi, I got out of bed to get ready.

“You two carry on talking while I go and get ready to meet Laura.”

Making my way to the bathroom, I could hear the two discussing about a track they were working on for a project.

“Okay. We might have a slight problem.”

That was the first thing I heard when I walked into the bridal suite.

“You wouldn’t happen to have packed a navy-coloured dress before you came, would you? If not, we’re going to have to drive into town to buy you a dress.”

I paused for a second, trying to remember if I had.

“Umm, give me a second. Let me text Mingi.”

Putting down my phone, I took a seat next to Laura on the sofa.

“Mingi’s going to bring it over to show you.”

I could see the tension go from Laura’s shoulders as she let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh, thank god, it probably would’ve taken us ages to find a dress for you.”

“Hmm, hun, why am I your maid of honour? You’ve known me a total of like, 6 days. And I’m not saying I don’t want to, but ya know.”

“Well, we’ve spent so much time together, and you’ve done so much for us, so I thought you’d make a good maid of honour. Plus, it was either you or Elle who, even though is family, I don’t want her as my maid of honour. I’m sure neither do you or Mingi because Mingi’s going to have to walk down with her.”

Grimacing, I shook my head, “Yeah, no.”

“Yeah, no, what?”

Looking up, we saw Mingi walk in with the dress hanging from his arm.

“Oh, yeah, here’s the dress.”

Laura held up the dress with a bright smile, “Oh, this is perfect! The shade is actually exactly the same as the other ones!”

I smiled as I watched her place the dress next to the bride’s maid dresses. The shade was indeed the same.

Feeling arms wrap around my waist, I tilted my neck to the side, feeling Mingi brush his nose against the side of it.

“What are you doing?”

I let out a small chuckle, putting my hand over his.

“Nothing. Just happy I get to hold you like this.”

He placed a small kiss under my ear, when we heard someone clear their throats.

Looking up, I saw Laura looking at us with an eyebrow arched.

“You two seem extra lovey today. What actually happened last night?”

Feeling Mingi tightened his arms around me, I get his hand a gentle squeeze.

“We talked some, actually, a lot of things out last night. And I’m glad we did.”

Turning around, I gave him a peck before walking out of his hold.

“Now go, you’ve got best man duties.”

Turning back around, I sat back down onto the sofa, Laura plopping down soon after.

“How’re you feeling about the wedding tomorrow?”

“Nervous. Excited. Literally every emotion known is flowing through me right now. I can’t believe I’m actually getting married!”

Laughing, I put an arm around her shoulder.

“I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. God, I don’t even think I can imagine getting married myself.”

“Ya know? I wasn’t kidding about you and Mingi getting married. I really do believe he’ll ask you to marry him. He really does love you.”

With a soft smile, I looked at her.

“Yeah? Well, I love him too.”

“Have you told him that?”

“Yeah. Last night, after many, many tears.”

Nudging her shoulder, “You wanna know something? I caught feelings for Mingi about 6 months after we met. He was seeing someone at the time and I would help him plan his dates. I did that up until he asked me out.”

Laura gaped at me before letting out a laugh in disbelief.

“You helped the guy you LIKED plan his dates?! What?”

I chuckled at how absurd it sounded but nodded anyway.

“Yeah. I was like, as long as he’s happy then it’s fine. And after he confessed to me, I was like ‘what’ followed by ‘then why the hell have I been planning your dates with other girls’. His response to this was ‘because I thought you liked someone else’.”

We both laughed at this.

“Oh my god. I can’t!”

We carried on sharing some funny stories, laughing so hard at some that we had tears rolling down our faces.

With both of us more relaxed, we finally started to go over the details for the wedding.

It was about 10 in the evening when Laura and I finished going over everything for tomorrow. This included meeting the bride's maids, who I have now become friends with because they are literally some of the best girls I’ve ever met.

Walking into the room, I let out a tired sigh, “I’m back.”

Mingi got up from where he was perched on the armchair and guided me further into the room.

“You been busy? I haven’t seen you all day.”

Hugging Mingi around the waist, I buried my face into his shoulder.

“We had to go through everything I had to do at the wedding tomorrow. There’s literally so much. God. I don’t think I want to get married anymore.”

I could hear Mingi choke from above me. Pulling away, I looked at him, arching a brow.

“What? You plan on marrying me?”

Mingi looked away from me and I could see his neck and ear becoming increasingly redder as the seconds ticked by.

Letting out a small laugh, I turned his head back towards me.

“I’m just kidding, love. We’ll just see where the future takes us.”

Getting up on my toes, I pressed a kiss against Mingi’s lips.

“I’m going to clean up. The day has completely drained me.”

Pulling Mingi in for one more kiss, I let go and made my way towards the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, I walked out and saw Mingi sat against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

Sliding under the duvet, I wrapped an arm around Mingi’s waist and laid my head on his chest.

“Have you set an alarm for tomorrow? We have to be up by 5.”

I watched as Mingi set the alarm before placing the phone on the nightstand to charge.

Turning the lights off, I snuggled into Mingi’s side.

“Goodnight Mingi.”

Pressing a kiss into my hairline, “Goodnight, pretty.”

Closing my eyes, my mind drifted to Laura’s comment about Mingi and I this morning.

Maybe we will.

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