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missallsundaes · 3 years

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Sanji x F!Reader - n s f w - Filthy Girl

cw: public sex, cunnilingus, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, gagging, cream pies, cum play

literally blame this on @chloenanami bc we are so fucking horny for Sanji

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The town that the crew had stopped in was so large that you had decided to stay a few days. It was a gorgeous island, the stone houses made of white plaster, contrasting the blue of the sky and ocean in a way that was so serene. Flowers planted along the fronts of houses lined up and down the streets leading into the middle of town. The weather here was gorgeous, a summer island, beautiful sun shining through the town. But the warm air carried in on the sea breeze did nothing to quell the heat between your legs.

You were making good on a promise to Sanji of time alone, a day out, seeing the sights and maybe spending the day shopping together, dinner together at whatever restaurant he deemed good enough for you. But you woke that morning with such a heat inside you, desperate to have him inside you, wondering if you could convince him to rent you a hotel room tonight to use so that you didn’t have to hold back any sound, or worry about a crew member walking in on you.

You were walking down the street, his hand wrapped around your waist, clad in a sweet sundress of white and light blue stripes, hair tied back in braids. And you just happened to incidentally match the baby blue dress shirt he was wearing over white slacks, his eyes hidden behind blue tinted sunglasses. The slight embarrassment of matching on accident quickly dissipated when you saw how good you looked together in the reflective window of the shops you were walking past, catching his eye while you checked him out in the reflection, he smiled at you, and you felt a fresh flood of endorphins, your body begging for his.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, whispering in a voice hushed enough that only he could hear, “I want to fuck you so bad today, Sanji,” You felt him shiver against you.

“Naughty girl,” He hissed back, his hand moving from your hip to drag his fingers across your ass and hold it in his palm.

“What's gotten you in the mood,” He purred against your ear as you walked.

“I just want you, I want your cock, I want your cum,” You replied, casually swiping a hand stealthily across the front of his trousers, feeling his cock already hard for you.

“Filthy girl,” He said, making your pussy clench just from his words, “Careful now, or I’ll have to pull you into one of these alleys and fuck you until you can’t walk back to the ship.”

“What if that’s what I want, Sanji-kun,” You said, pouting your lip at him, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes. He moaned, trying to stifle it in his throat with a cough. “C’mon Sanji please,” you begged softly, meeting his blue eyes again with yours, “I just want that big cock inside my wet quivering pussy.”

“Oh you are such a tease, you’re just asking for it,” He said through gritted teeth, pulling you into an alley by the wrist, his cock now visibly tenting his white slacks, precum soaking through the thin material.

He pulled you behind a stack of crates and pushed you against the wall, “You think you can tease me like that, Angel? I’ll show you exactly what you begged for.”

You winked at him, leaning forward to catch his lips in yours, slipping in your tongue as he parted his lips. You ran your hand over his cock, stroking him through his pants, making him moan into your kiss as he squeezed your ass through your dress. He broke the kiss, trail of saliva between your mouths.

“Who knew my Angel was such a little slut,” He purred in your ear, his hand finding its way into your panties, stroking across your slit and making your knees buckle. “Losing balance already? I know you can do better than that.” He slipped a finger into you, your legs shaking desperately as you bucked your hips towards him, “You are absolutely dripping, what will I do with you?” You moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his skilled hands making you melt for him.

“Shhh,” He spoke, his eye making contact with yours, a finger to your lips as you moaned for him as his fingers scissored inside of you. He tilted you head towards the street, just your heads visible from behind the crates stacked in the alley, showing you the people still walking down the street heading about their daily business, “Don’t want anyone to cut this short, do you? You still want this cock inside that pretty pink pussy don’t you, sweetheart?”

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle your moans, rocking your hips against his hand. “Fuck me please, I want you to fuck me,” Your voice came out in shaking moans.

“Oh no, not yet.” He said with a smirk, his fingers sliding out of you, “I’m going to make you sing first.”

He crouched down, slipping your panties down your legs, making you step out of them, standing back up, he tapped your lips, “Open up,” you obeyed, opening your mouth and letting him stuff your panties inside, you could taste your slick on them, and smell the heavy aroma.

He knelt back down between your legs, holding the skirt of your dress up with one hand, lifting your leg over his shoulder with the other, bringing his lips to kiss yours, tongue lapping against your sensitive nerves. You arched your back against the wall, your hand finding its way to his blond locks and lacing fingers through his hair, the other grasping desperately for your own breast, pushing your stimulation further. He dragged his tongue up your slit, twisting it in circles over your clit, your breath getting heavy, moans muffled by the panties in your mouth. His lips sucking against the skin, drawing pressure on your clit just as his fingers found their way inside your dripping cunt again, curling inside you to make you fall apart in his hands.

You felt your first orgasm hit, clenching desperately around him as he finger fucked you, his mouth diligently working through your orgasm. You moaned loudly into the panties in your mouth, drool soaking through them, noise loud even through the cotton gag He pushed you past the edge into overstimulation as his fingers and tongue continued for a moment. He finally released you,

He unbuttoned his trousers and freed his cock before lifting your leg in the crook of his elbow as he stood up, positioning his cock at your entrance, his left hand wrapping around your hip. “My filthy girl,” He purred into your ear, teasing you with his dick, your hips trying to reach it, rolling under his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead against his. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think,” He rolled his hips, the tip of his cock slipping into you, “I’m going to cum inside of you until you are so full you’ll be dripping for days.” You moaned, making eye contact, begging him with your eyes to fuck you.

“You’re such a little slut,” He hissed, thrusting into you, “Getting so wet for me in public like this, coming on my face when anyone could see.” He slowly pulled out, the friction of his action making you groan for him. He thrust into you again, his cock stretching you more than his fingers, but the angle of his dick making you absolutely cream for him.

“Couldn’t even wait until after our date,” He groaned, withdrawing again before thrusting completely into you, bottoming out into you. Your legs shaking, the one you were standing on threatening to give out, he was quick to notice, “Oh baby,” He purred, lifting your other leg up onto his elbow, “Are you that desperate for me that you can’t stand it?”

You were completely at his mercy now as he fucked you against the wall, pulling you down onto his cock hard, feeling you clench around his cock, walls twitching against him, he whispered, making direct eye contact, “Come for me again, my filthy girl.”

His words had their desired effect, making you come undone around him, teeth clenching hard onto the panties in your mouth as you tried to stop yourself from screaming his name, a muffled “Snniii,” The only thing making it past your lips, he thrust into you desperately, his own orgasm close, your eyes closed tightly as he fucked you faster against the wall, before releasing inside of you, his hot cum coating the inside of your cunt, he bottomed out, holding his cock as deep as he can inside you as he released his cum.

He set down one of your legs, not pulling out yet, he held his hand to take the panties out of your mouth again, “I want you to hold every last drop, or I will be very upset with you.” He said with a grin, “I want to feel my cum inside you when I fuck you again tonight.”

“Yes sir,” was the first thing out of your mouth, breath heavy and panting. You clenched your pussy as tight as you could as he pulled out of you, trying to obey him and not lose a drop. He set down your other leg, your knees still shaking, and smiled at you, holding your panties out to you.

“Put your panties back on, Angel, I still want to take you to a nice dinner.”

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Ateez Reaction: Going Clubbing with S/o

A/n: so this was requested based off my reaction for SKZ which you can find on my m.list at the bottom of the reaction! i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

Requested by: @sleepyhead00i

Warnings: suggestive, of age drinking, maybe a cuss or two

Hongjoong:

“I’m picking you up in ten mintues right?” Hongjoong asked for the fifth time over the phone. The device was laying on your bathroom counter, your boyfriend talking on speaker phone as you finished applying your makeup up. You smiled at how cute he was, brushing setting powder away from your cheeks.

“Joong, baby...honey..., yes. Come early if you want. Just chill. It’s just a night out!”

He sighed before agreeing with you and hanging up the phone. Hongjoong wasn’t the only one with a busy schedule. He was busy being the leader, producer, and composer for one of the biggest up-and-coming k-pop groups of the current generation. You were busy with college and a part-time job that was having you work almost thirty to forty hours a week.

Your boyfriend was a planner. Never before in his life had he been one to schedule things or even make long term plans for his future. Then you came along and all he could think about was making time for you. Any time he spent with you, he wanted to be perfect. Hongjoong wanted to give you only the best.

By the time the two of you got to the club it was already packed. Your hand was laced with his as he guided you through the lavishly decorated room. “They’ve got amazing bottle service!” Hongjoong shouted over the music. “Do you want to get a table?” He smiled as you nodded and flagged down a waitress. She reserved a VIP booth for the two of you and grinned as you pulled Hongjoong to the dance floor.

“Do you like the music? I looked up this DJ. He’s really good. He only plays for like the top nightclubs in Seoul-”

“Joong,”

“What?”

Sliding your hands up his chest, you felt him shiver. Your fingers played with his dyed hair and you watched his eyes sparkle underneath the flashing colored lights and lasers. The many piercings in his ears glinted, catching the glare of gobos. “Relax, baby.”

“I just want everything to be perfect. I want you to love tonight.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you continued to move to the beat. His eyes never left yours even as you guided him away from the dance floor and back to the booth. His dark mesmerizing eyes watched as you pushed him down onto the seat, lips curling up into a smile. As you leaned over him, Hongjoong pulled you down onto his lap, smirking as you played with the straps of his suspenders before snapping one of them on his chest lightly.

Finally, almost when you thought he would stop breathing, you pressed your lips against his, dragging them slowly together. His hands gripped your hips, moving them over his own, lost in the solitude of your own private nook. “Just keep doing this and I’ll love every second of tonight,” You whispered against your boyfriend’s grinning lips. You laughed feeling him flip you over to lie on the plush velvet booth. Even in the dark corner, his smile glowed.

“You drive me crazy, Y/n.”

Seonghwa:

Clubbing never really appealed to Seonghwa. Dancing and public events were part of his job on a daily basis so he didn’t really see the point of waiting in line just to do that in his free time. But, when he heard how much you wanted to spend the night at an up and coming nightclub, he figured he could put aside his opinions just for you. He also wasn’t complaining when he saw the dress you were wearing out.

Arm wrapped tightly around your waist the two of you entered the club, lasers and colorful lights flashing all around the space. Seonghwa nodded his head to the music as you both stood waiting to check your coats. The second an attendant took your jackets you grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and practically dragged him onto the dance floor.

“Don’t tear my arm off, babe!” He laughed.

The grin quickly turned to a smirk feeling you pressed up against him, moving to the music. “Still feel like going to the club isn’t fun?” His long hands attached themselves to your waist, tugging your back to be flush to his chest. Seonghwa’s hips moved to the thumping rhythm with yours and his head dropped to your neck, hair tickling your cheek in the most enchanting way. “Well, look at you, Toothless.”

“Yes, look at me,” He whispered for only you to hear.

Turning your head your lips met his in a kiss that made you feel drunk. Pulling away, the two of you smiled and danced with each other, savoring the moments when even you were surrounded by so many other bodies it only felt like just you and your boyfriend.

Hours later you were sitting on the sidewalk, head feeling too heavy for your neck to hold up. You giggled to yourself at how funny your feet looked in the strappy heels you put on for the night. Sitting under the street light you stared at the ground and your silly looking toes. Another pair of shoes came into sigh and the person attached crouched down in front of you.

A happy smile appeared on your lips seeing Seonghwa looking down at you. His own cheeks were slightly pink for the few drinks he had. “Drink this, muffin.” Your boyfriend handed you some bottle of something he got from the convenience store across the street. After drinking it, he gently lifted you up and maneuvered you onto his back. “Time to go home, Y/n.” You only giggled, pressing a sloppy drunk kiss to his cheek.

“Onward my valiant steed!”

Seonghwa, tipsy himself, neighed like a horse and carried you to the nearest bus stop he could find. The two of you giggled and poked each other until the public transport arrived to take you both home.

Yunho:

Yunho was practically bouncing as the two of you waited in line. He was so excited. This all started when your boyfriend invited over one of the backup dancers he was close to. You had no problem with Yunho bringing friends over to your shared apartment. He could bring whoever he wanted as long as th eplace was clean and he texted you.

But, the dancer would not stop going on about a new club that opened up in Hongdae. Normally when Yunho got excited about something he would be obsessed with it for about a week and then never thought about it again.

You had been to this club not once, not twice, not thrice, but five times in the past three weeks. By this time the owner knew you and was saving a booth for you when you came. The bartenders knew you by name and what your usual drink orders.

Despite the chilly air your boyfriend jumped up and down in excitement as the line moved forward. “Y/n! Y/n! Look! We’re almost inside!” Yunho grabbed your hands, swinging them as he bounced.

“Bear, are you sure you aren’t tired of going clubbing?”

He tilted his head in response to your words. “What? No. I love it! Don’t you, baby?” His lips pouted and your tall boyfriend hunched his shoulders. Quickly you shook your head.

“Of course, bear! I just want to make sure you love it still!” You rubbed your arms feeling a particularly cold wind blow by. Seeing you shiver, Yunho shed his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, pulling up the collar to block the wind.

“Good.” The tall idol leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get inside.”

Showing the bouncer your IDs, the two of you entered the club immersing yourselves in music that sent vibrations all throughout your body. “Get me a drink?” You asked, dropping off your stuff at a secluded booth. Yunho nodded and disappeared into the crowd towards the bar.

He was only gone a few moments before you heard, “DRINKS ON ME EVERYBODY!” The familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice floated over the crowd of people cheering at the opporunity of a free drink. Shaking your head you waited for your big loveable bear to return. He appeared with two drinks in hand, a big smile on his face, and a wiggle in his hips. The vision couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Your beverage, my lady,” He bowed before handing you the martini.

After finishing your drinks, your boyfriend pulled you onto the dance floor. He held you tight and made sure to show off his moves. By the time you left the dance floor, the both of you were covered in sweat with big grins and definitely a little tipsy. However, it didn’t matter. You loved seeing how happy Yunho was dancing and freestyling to songs that he wouldn't even remember the next morning. As long as it made him happy, you would keep doing it.

Yeosang:

The second you walked into the club Yeosang made a beeline for the booth and flagged down the nearest waiter. Wooyoung just shrugged and dragged you onto the dance floor. The next time you looked over Yeosang was surrounded by at least two orders of chicken and one burger. Each had bites already taken and your boyfriend was happily chewing on a drumstick.

He saw you looking at him and waved to you before returning his attention to the piece of fried poltry. You sighed but continued dancing with Wooyoung. Maybe you were crazy, but when you suggested going clubbing to Yeosang, you didn’t think you would end up dancing with his dongsaeng while he pigged out on good bar food. You had dressed up for fucks sake! You made sure you looked like a hot ass bitch and Yeosang was more interested in a chicken leg.

Wooyoung made sure you were happy. He danced with you. Blocked off weird guys from getting to close. Even held your drink when you went to the bathroom. Wooyoung was acting more like your boyfriend than Yeosang was!

Two hours passed and you finally decided to confront him. Wooyoung trailed behind you like a puppy as you approached the booth that housed your boyfriend. Shockingly, the table was now filled with not only another basket of chicken but also quite the assortment of drinks, none of which had been touched. “Kang Yeosang!” You scolded, hands on your hips. He looked up at you, handsome face looking even better under the purple and blue lights. “Why am I dancing alone?”

He shrugged. “Babe, you aren’t alone. Wooyoung’s here. That’s why I asked him.” He said motioning to his friend. The boy awkwardly waved before sitting down and taking one of the untouched cocktails.

“Where did all these come from?” You asked, getting frustrated.

“I don’t know. The bartender keeps sending them.” Yeosang continued to eat chicken until the bone was clean. “Says they are free though, so take one.”

You scoffed, tongue prodding at the inside of your cheek in annoyance. Looking around the venue, you were met with many pairs of eyes belonging to beautiful scantily dressed girls and a few men who were all staring at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend- of course- was staring at the perfectly fried chicken leg in his hands.

Taking the nearest blue colored drink, you downed it in one go then slammed the glass on the table. Woyoung jumped at the sound. Before Yeosang could take a bite of the new piece between his fingers, you pulled him up by his collar smashing your lips against his. Hearing a slight thunk you assumed he had dropped his precious drumstick. Regardless, he kissed you back with a fiery passion running his fingers threw your hair.

“You’re dancing with me.”

“Okay.” Eyeing every person staring at your boyfriend you took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, but not before he managed to sneak another piece of chicken with him. “You have what you want now, kitten?” He asked dancing with you, one hand creeping towards your ass and the other holding his fried chicken.

“I’ll take what I can get,”

San:

“San......SAN!”

“Yes, what?”

Your boyfriend was walking down the street with you, excited and bouncing as the both of you made your way to a club a lot of idols went to. This was no time for excitement. Not for you anyway. You and San had only been dating a few months. It wasn’t that you were shy...it was just that San was very territorial. Out of all seven of his bandmates you had only met two.

Hongjoong you had met unfortunately after he walked in on you and San when your horndog boyfriend thought the dorms were empty for the day. You were still trying to get over the embarassment of looking that man in the eyes and not remembering he had seen you naked already. Wooyoung you had also met, with clothes on (Thank the fucking lord). Him being San’s best friend it didn’t make sense for you not to meet.

“What if they don’t like me?” You questioned. There was only a block standing between you and the club. “What if they hate me, San?” He stopped and turned to look at you, eyes softening.

Walking back, San took your hands in his. “Y/n. You’re mine. Therefore, they will love you.” Taking a deep breath you let San pull you the rest of the way and into the nightclub. San was like an anchoring, keeping you tethered and focused as you maneuvered to the back of the venue. As you approached a view of seven extremely handsome men were all seated in a round velvet booth. “Guys, meet Y/n- the most attractive person on the planet besides me.”

All the boys were very kind, getting up and greeting you warmly. Hongjoong hugged you, and Wooyoung tackled you. “You’re pretty.” A willowy man stated matter of factly.

San nodded, hand on the small of your back. “That Yeosang. Yunho made sure he had a couple drinks before you met so it’d be easier on you.” You nodded in understanding, mouth shaping into an ‘O’. After a few minutes of awkward conversation all seven idols dragged you out onto the dance floor.

Dancing with seven men who did it professionally was definitely an experience you were not going to get used to. The entire club watched the tree you remembered as Yunho freestyle in the middle of an open circle that had formed at one point.

Throughout the whole night San stayed by your side. His hands were almost always on your ass, but he was by your side. You got surprisingly close with Seonghwa, dancing and talking with him most of the night. The other boys were very welcoming, pulling you into dance with them, twirling you around and jumping around you when a particularly good song came on.

San and Wooyoung at one point during the night bribed the DJ to play one of their songs and the boys were shocked to see you doing the choreography along with them. You could see in your boyfriend’s face that this was what he had planned all along.

He knew that if he kept both him and you sober and brought you to a neutral environment to meet with the boys, you would get along. He probably saw it in a video about introducing a new pet to your other ones knowing San. Around three am you were helping Seonghwa and Hongjoong stuff a drunk Yeosang and Mingi into the group’s van.

After saying goodbye, San took your hand as you walked to the nearest subway station. “See that wasn’t so bad. They loved you!”

“Next time don’t treat us like cats, babe.” Your boyfriend laughed swinging your hands back and forth. “I’m hungry. You want to get some food?” You asked, seeing a pizza place across the street still open

“Fuck yes. I’m starving.”

Mingi:

Your best friend just got dumped by her boyfriend and you knew only one way to distract her. So, you gathered up you other two best girl friends and Mingi then dragged them to the club with the most attractive guys and strongest alcohol you could find. F/n whipped her hair around as the four of you jumped around on the dance floor. Three shots of tequila and one strong cocktail made you at least think you were the greatest dancer in the entire club.

Deciding you needed a break from a very creepy guy trying to grind on you, you manuevered and wiggled your way off the dance floor. Your eyes landed on the tall glass of water that was your boyfriend, who sat at the bar. With a tipsy gait you walked over and draped yourself over his shoulder.

“Hi, baby!” You greeted, sloppily kissing his cheek.

Despite your slightly drunk antics, Mingi smiled holding onto your arms that tightly hugged his shoulders. “You look like you’re having fun.” He laughed as you hiccuped in response. “Wow...you’re cute.”

Blushing from both the drinks and your boyfriend’s words, you held onto his large hands. “Thank you for being our driver tonight, Mingi.” He smiled and handed you the glass of water he was drinking from. His long fingers pushed the bottom of the cup to tilt towards your lips.

“Of course. In fact the only reason I got my driver’s license was so I could watch creepy horny guys hit on my girlfriend and then drive her and her friends home.” As if the universe wanted to make a joke, the bar tender approached with a cosmopolitan in hand.

“For the lady, from the guy at the end of the bar.”

Mingi’s sarcastic grin quickly turned into a scowl as the both of you turned to look at the sleezy but semi attractive man who was waving at you. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to get angry, but when he did he was scary. Mingi’s eyes darkened and his long arms wrapped around your waist protectively as if to claim you as his own.

Smirking, you picked the vessel up by the rim and took a sip of the drink before grabbing your boyfriend by the jaw and smashing your lips on his, still holding the gifted cocktail. Standing between Mingi’s long legs you dragged your teeth over his bottom lip. “I think he knows you’re mine.”

“Just cause you’re driving doesn’t mean you can’t dance with me.” Mingi laughed as you pulled him from his seat.

“I thought this was a ‘Girls-Hate-All-Guys-Except-For-The-Random-One-F/n-Goes-Home-With-Night’?”

You shrugged, lacing your fingers with his. Surpringly, your friends greeted him excitedly. Mingi started dancing with you, enjoying the knowledge that every guy who looked at you that night was jealous you chose him to grind on. At the end of the night Mingi drove you and your friends back safely and put you to bed in your shared apartment. He kissed your forehead before climbing into bed next you. You were so thankful to have a kind and patient boyfriend willing to put up with not only drunk you, but also your drunk, sad, crazy friends.

Wooyoung:

Sweat dripped off your forehead. Between Wooyoung’s hands on your body and the music thumping and vibrating through the floor and up into your bones you couldn’t help but feel like you were floating. Not only was your boyfriend one hell of a dancer on stage, but moving with him on the floor of this club that you couldn’t even remember the name of was a thrill you wouldn’t trade for anything.

“I'm thirsty,” You whispered into his ear, lips brushing his skin.

“Oh are you?” A smirk played at his lips, fingers holding tighter onto your hips.

You rolled your eyes, still presssing against your boyfriend. “Liquid thirsty. Not you thirsty.” Lauging, Woouyoung took your hand in his and brought you to the bar for yet another drink. It had only been an hour and the both of you were a little more than tipsy. “Sidecar please, babe.” He nodded, flagging down a bartender all the while his hand stayed firmly gripping onto your ass.

“One sidecar and four tequila shots please.”

“Four?” You asked, pulling on his shirt sleeve. Wooyoung nodded like it was the most clear and obvious knowledge in the world. “I have a feeling I’m going to be carrying you home.” He just laughed and turned back to the bar.

Two hours later and your feeling was turning out to be correct. There was nothing you could do but stare as your boyfriend danced like a stripper ontop of the bar. At first it was funny. Then you stopped laughing when Wooyoung started unbuttoning his shirt. “Babe, get down!” You shouted over the cheers and music. He couldn’t hear you. He was way too drunk and having way too much fun.

“I am Jung Wooyoung! I am a sex machine! And that person,” He pointed to you, eyes clearly not focusing well. “THAT ASS IS MINE!”

Before you could respond, two very big men in black shirts lumbered through the crowd. Now it was your turn to laugh as the two buff bouncers grabbed Wooyoung by the arms, one struggling to get your boyfriend’s shirt back on, and lifted him off the bar. “Who does this hooligan belong to?”

You raised your hand, squeezing through the pack of young people. “Me. He belongs to me! I’ll take the hooligan.” Despite claiming your overly intoxicated boyfriend, the bouncers carried him outside, you trailing behind.

Wooyoung’s feet wobbly reached the ground and he stumbled onto the street. “Y/n? Y/n where are youuuu?” He said giggling. “Love of my liiiiiifffeeeee!” The bouncers shook their heads before turning to you with serious faces.

“Yeah, he’s not allowed back here.”

“Noted.”

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN! BAAABBBYYYY!”

Turning, you saw the idol once again free of his shirt and hugging a street sign. “Babe, babe- that’s not me. I’m over here.” Taking his arm and pulling it over your shoulder you started walking away from the club. “Wow, you are way heavier than I thought.”

“DON’T FAT SHAME ME!”

“Woo- please don’t yell.” No response came from the man you were carrying. Turning you saw him completely pass out on your shoulder. “There’s never a middle ground with him is there?” You mumbled, dragging your unconscious and heavy boyfriend to the nearest bus stop.

“Stop calling me fat, you jerk.”

“I- I didn’t- Just go back to fucking sleep.”

Jongho:

Jongho was not excited. This was the last place he wanted to be. He watched you happily walk in front of him with Mingi and Yunho. Jongho wasn’t the jealous type and he knew you loved his friends. Mingi was already a little drunk so your boyfriend watched as the other tall man and you attempted to keep him from stumbling, laughing the entire way.

Your group was currently walking from the first club to the second. The boys had gotten an entire weekend off and Yunho had proposed the amazing idea- only to you and Mingi- of going club crawling. Even though he would rather being doing practically anything else, Jongho tagged along because you were so excited.

As you entered the second venue you were greeted by what Jongho sweared was the exact same song the first club was playing when you left. You squealed, hugging onto your boyfriend as he and your friends squeezed your way to the bar. While your boyfriend was never one for PDA, he kept a hand on you at all times, gently letting everyone in the building know that you were off limits.

“LET’S SHAKE OUR BUTTS!” Mingi shouted, throwing you over his tall shoulder and running off with you to the dance floor. You waved to your boyfriend who stayed seated at the bar. “WOOOOOOO!” Your friend cheered, putting you down and immeditaley spinning you around.

Yunho tapped Jongho’s shoulder. The younger turned before being handed a beer. “If you aren’t going to dance you should at least loosen up. Tonight is supposed to be fun. For everybody.” Yunho tried to coax him onto the dance floor but failed, leaving Jongho at the bar taking tiny baby sips of the drink.

Everytime you looked to the bar, you were met with your boyfriend’s eyes staring back at you. He would give you a small smile, one that made you feel like a total bitch for leaving him by himself. Having enough, you walked away from your dancing bafoons and towards the handsome man waiting for you at the bar.

“You want a drink?” He asked, hand finding your waist once more. Nodding, you rested your head on his firm chest, breathing in his smell. You were drunk enough to get away with being clingy but sober enough to remember that the only reason your boyfriend was here was for you. “One manhatten for the lady please,” Jongho said to the bartender.

You were quickly passed your drink, pecking your boyfriend’s lips as a thank you. The drink left a pleasurable burn as it slid down your throat. “Darling, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Hold my drink?”

“Of course.” He kissed your cheek and covered your glass with his hand when you set it on the bartop.

When you returned he was still protecting the glass like it was his singular purpose in life. He practically looked like a dragon, ready to bite off the head of anyone who even came near it. He even glared at you when your hand touched his shoulder, but his gaze quickly softened eyes turning into that of a puppy.

The two of you talked and finished your drinks. Yunho and Mingi were still in full control of the dance floor when you checked. Suddenly you got an idea. Leaning over so only Jongho could hear, you whispered a large incentive he might receive when the two of you got home.

“Well come on, Y/n! Let’s dance!” He cheered, pulling you with him towards his friends, dancing along the way.

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ATTACK ON TITAN PDA HEADCANONS. (Part 1)

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•Levi Ackerman

Levi may seem like someone who doesn't like romantic stuff but once he sees someone checking you out, he gets jealous.

You guys are walking in the mall. You stop when you see a mesmerizing red gown. You pull Levi into the store. His attention was all on how your eyes sparkled at a mere piece of silk cloth. A small grin on his face until he felt a set of eyes hooked on your body. The grin faded and turned into a big smirk as Levi came closer to you. You turned unknowingly to find the short yet intimidating man shadowing you. He couldn't resist and pulled you in for a kiss while eyeing devilishly to the store manager who was staring at you. 'Back of ass. They are mine.' , he delivered that look.

•Eren Jaeger

Ohh boy. It doesn't bother Eren to show affection in public, it's just that he never thought it so deeply.

Eren's schedule is so full that you guys barely get to go on dates. You once complained about it and then he just left without saying anything. So you decided to maybe give him some space. Eren at first thought it might turn out to be okay but no. Every second he thought about you. He always lies to himself, maybe that is a good choice sometimes but not always. He cannot deny how much he misses you. After realizing that doesn't matter what he is doing, you are always running on his mind, he called you but you weren't picking up as you were kinda upset with him. The next day, Eren bumped into you on the way to class. He snatched your wrist, throwing you into the the locker kissing you deep. There were people around you but only a few, plus it wasn't about them at this moment. You grinned into the kiss when you noticed that he can't help but miss you because he is never so affectionate. "Don't ignore me again. I'll give you all the dates you want baby", the insecurity of losing you was crystal clear in his voice.

•Erwin Smith

Erwin is the sweetest guy on this planet and the way he treasures you is so adorable. He doesn't show PDA that much but he will hold your hands and kiss you whenever or wherever you need it.

Your result just came out and turned out that you didn't score as much as you expected you will. Well, Levi straightforwardly blamed you. "It's your fault. Who told you to stay up late doing stupid things rather than studying?", no sugar coating words at all, well not that you expect that from him.

You did think Erwin might wonder the same stuffs about you. You didn't open up to him about how lately you were feeling towards your academics. You sat there with your head on the desk, hands crossed, left arm supporting your skull. Although a sad lover won't go unnoticed by him.

He pulled your desk closer to his, stroked your back a few times. You were so used to his hands patting you that you recognized the gesture. A smile appeared on your face, a relieving one maybe. He ruffled your hairs and kissed the top of your head in the classroom. You revealed your face to him deciding maybe it's good to face him now. You smiled at him, he held your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead this time. "It's okay. I know you work hard enough for your capacity love", you are so lucky to have such an understanding lover.

•Armin Arlert

He really wants to show PDA but it's like he is so nervous that maybe you won't be comfortable with it so he doesn't even brings the topic up ever.

It was a chilly night, an almost empty street, although some of the shops were still open. It was quite rare for you both to go out in winters. You'd rather stay in sheets with your lovely boyfriend, binging shows than go out but it's been a long time since you last watched a movie at cinema.

Your body sort of started shivering. A regret for not listening to Armin when he said to wear extra layers ran through you. It's not like you can ask him to hurry up and bother your date when he is enjoying. You continued to shiver or tried so hard not to. This didn't go unnoticed by Armin. He didn't care of any of his thoughts now, just kind of disappointed that you'd rather tremble than tell him what's the matter. He stopped, pulled you in a corner bus stop, took off his upper jacket and wrapped it around you. The unexpected gesture made you smile. He kissed your ears, blowing a cool wind on it that made chills run down your body. "Don't hide anything from me baby. If you want anything, just say it. I will try my best to provide you that", he seemed pretty confident with his words and that's what made you happy.

•Zeke Yeager

He is such an ass but a gentleman. It doesn't even bother what place is, he will show his affection whenever he wants to.

You both were coming back from the ER as you broke your finger bones while pillow fighting with him.

It was late at night, but the crowd was still there as you both lived in a popular area. You saw your favourite ramen stall and insisted him to eat there. He denied at first but then the grumbling sound that his stomach made was enough to give him away.

You were so excited as the original chef was back, so even the tables were pretty much reserved. You luckily got a place, both of you settled across the table. Your excited heart started complimenting the taste or why it is your favorite food, even before the ramen was arrived. Zeke was laughing, god knows why.

The uncle placed the bowls on the table.

"Ittadakimasu", he said and started digging in.

"Ara y/n-chan, if your hand alright?", you did forget that your fingers were plastered and you can't hold the chopsticks on your own. The smile on your face dropped when Zeke started laughing, practically banging the table. Now you get it why he was behaving like that. After all he makes fun of you a lot.

You stayed mad for a couple of minutes, but then he pitied a soul like you so he sat beside you and fed you with his own hands.

So what if Zeke can be an ass? He still is a loving boyfriend.

#aot fluff #aot smut #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #levi x reader #eren x reader #attack on titan #levi smut #aot angst #aot eren

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pascalpanic · 4 years

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Five

Summary: It’s girls night at the Murphys’, Connie declares, since you, Lorena, and Connie all have this Friday night off. After meeting Steve, reader also discovers that she’s standing right above Javier’s apartment.

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: language and innuendo, brief mentions of sexual stuff but like, it’s brief

A/N: Well, this chapter is super cute and I really love it! Hope you guys like it like I do! Thanks to @remmysbounty for being my proofreader and giving me ideas, specifically for this night! This chapter is so cute you guys I love it! (this is the last fluff you’re going to get in this series for a while so... enjoy it now) this fic also really encouraged to me with my anxiety over wearing a scrunchie in public (I know I’m super lame), so thanks to @remmysbounty, @lunasblipsandblurbs and @mandoalorian for being my encouraging team and telling me that scrunchies are definitely still cool!!

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The bottle of wine on your counter looks more and more enticing as it grows closer to 6:30. You, Connie, and Lorena all had the luck of having this Friday off, and Connie had decided that a celebration was in order, inviting the two of you to her apartment. You’re excited: it’s a night with two of your favorite people in all of Colombia, and you finally get to meet Steve, who you’ve heard plenty about from both Javier and Connie.

As the hour draws closer, you decide to head over a little early. You and Connie had compared addresses and found that the two of you lived fairly close to each other, and you set out on your walk.

When you reach the building, you walk inside and knock on the door with the number Connie told you. The door opens and reveals a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes- you think he could be Connie’s brother, you almost chuckle to yourself. “Hey,” the man says, a light southern drawl evident in his tone. “Connie, one of ‘em’s here,” he calls out into the apartment before letting you come in. “I’m Steve, nice to meet ya,” he says with a smile.

You introduce yourself and he nods, noting that the name is familiar. Connie rushes out, excitedly smiling as she sees you. “Hey!” she practically squeals, rushing to hug you before taking the bottle of wine you hold and setting it on the counter. “Well, you’ve met Steve now,” she chuckles, nodding at him, and he nods back. “He’s just going to be hanging around tonight.”

“Might get a beer with Javier,” he tells her, and she shrugs.

“Might as well. Just stay out of our way,” she threatens, a sweet smile on her face opposing her tone, but she laughs quickly. It’s simply the way the two of them interact, you can tell, and it’s kind of cute.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom quick?” You ask, and Connie nods.

“Oh, of course. It’s just down there and to the left,” she tells you, and you follow her directions.

As you sit on the toilet, you can hear them talking. You ignore it until you hear Javier’s name mentioned again, catching your attention.

Connie’s voice is muffled but clearly giddy. “That’s the one, Javier’s girl,” she tells him, and you can hear Steve give a little chuckle.

“She’s cute.” “She’s not just cute, she’s gorgeous,” Connie laments. “Has Javi talked about her?” “Nope.”

“You’re probably just too thick to even notice if he did anyway.” “Hey! And no, he hasn’t mentioned anything about her. I already mock him enough for his tastes. He likes her though, that much is clear. And he hasn’t even slept with her yet- impressive for him. That must take some self control for Jav.”

That makes you warm a little on the inside. He’s into you. You feel like a teenager, and you cover your mouth with your hand as you give out a little giggle.

There’s a knock at the door moments later, and you can hear Lorena’s voice ringing through the apartment. You finish up in the bathroom and grin at the sight you return to: Connie and Lorena, in casual clothing, holding glasses of wine with a third one at the counter for you. The three of you chatter for a little, slowing it down for Lorena. She’s not a fantastic English speaker, but she’s fluent enough, and Connie isn’t great at Spanish.

A few minutes later, Steve grabs a six-pack of beers from the fridge and heads towards the door. “Heading to Javi’s,” he tells Connie, kissing her head as he passes your little group.

He opens the door, and you find it strange that the beer is all that he’s carrying. “No coat?” You ask, tilting your head a little.

“We should get you in the DEA. We need observant people. Everyone around there walks with their heads up their asses,” he chuckles and opens the door. “No,” he says and looks at Connie, as if asking why you don’t know. She shrugs and he shrugs back. “Javi lives just downstairs, apartment beneath us. Holler if you need anything,” he tells Connie and closes the door behind him.

“Javier lives downstairs?” you ask, eyes widening and heart fluttering at the idea that you’re in such close proximity to him. “Steve is DEA?” Lorena asks, big eyes widening like yours did.

Connie is suddenly feeling bombarded, her pale face flushing with a little red. “Uh, yeah. To both. You really didn’t know that, Lori?”

“You said he was a janitor!”

“Lori, they don’t send people from the U.S. down to Colombia just to be a janitor,” you tell her with a gentle chuckle. Lorena is innocent and naive, you and Connie both know that, but you’d figured growing up in Colombia during Escobar’s reign of terror would’ve made her at least somewhat more knowledgeable. “I just believed what you told me,” she murmurs and sips her glass of wine.

Javier cracks a beer open and immediately takes a swig. “Connie’s never been one for girls nights, has she?” he asks Steve. He usually comes down here if there’s a fight between the two of them, or if Connie’s working the graveyard shift and he needs a drinking partner, but a girls night hasn’t been a reason yet.

Steve shakes his head and opens his beer too. “Nope, not really. She’s got two new best friends now, looks like. One of them is that American girl she works with,” he says and raises an eyebrow, raising his bottle to his lips to take a drink. He says your name, drawing it out and watching Javier’s expression.

Javi sighs, though the thought of you being in the room above him is exciting. “We’ve been over this, Stephen. You can’t mess with me the way you think you can.”

“Yes I can, Jav,” he chuckles and kicks back on Javier’s couch, turning on the television. Javier sits down next to him with a bowl of popcorn, sighing and shaking his head. As the football match plays out in front of them, Javier’s mind keeps drifting to the apartment above him. He wonders what you’re wearing: he’s only ever seen you, but he’s thought about how you’d look in a nice dress, in jeans, in nothing at all and splayed out in his bed- stop, Javier, he has to remind himself. Focus on the football game, and pray that Steve needs something from upstairs.

As Connie gets up to get another bottle of wine, she picks up a bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. “Damn. Steve was gonna give this to Javier tonight,” she says with a frown. It immediately forms a smile as she turns to you. “Why don’t you bring it down there for them?” She asks you, grinning ear to ear.

“Yes, I think they need it,” Lorena chimes in, nudging your shoulder with hers.

You shake your head at her proposition, laughing. “Why don’t you bring it down there yourself?” you ask her as you finish your glass of wine, setting it down on the counter and giving her a pointed look.

Connie holds the whiskey out in front of you with a pout, blue eyes wide. “Come on! Don’t you want to see him?” She asks with a giggle, grinning ear to ear. “It’s easy. Tell them I’m making them- ooh, should I make cookies? Then we can get Javier to come up here and get them once they’re done and you can see him, Lori, he’s really cute.”

“I want in on the cookies!” You exclaim, mockingly offended.

“No cookies if you don’t go bring this to Javi,” Connie practically sings and wiggles the bottle in front of your face. “Come on. Just tell him I’ll call down there when they’re ready and he can come get him,” she asks.

You sigh and take the bottle from her. “What, are we 13? Do you want him to admit he has a crush on me?” You ask dryly, standing. “Maybe we can hold hands in the stairwell between classes,” you roll your eyes, though you’re smiling.

The two girls cheer after you as you walk out of the apartment, closing the door behind you and hearing Connie and Lorena giggling, even from the hallway. You walk down to the apartment directly below Steve and Connie’s, taking a deep breath before knocking twice.

The door opens to reveal Javier, wearing a casual button-up shirt and jeans. He looks a bit surprised to see you, but he smiles as he recognizes that it’s you. “Hey,” he chuckles, a hand on his belt loop, the other leaning in the doorway.

“Hi,” you says with a growing smile that matches his.

“I, uh. I like the scrunchie,” he says, gesturing to the cloth that’s holding part of your hair out of your face.

“Thanks,” you say, laughing a little at his compliment. “I like the apartment,” you say, gesturing behind him.

“Thanks,” he says too, looking down at the whiskey in your hands. “Do you want to come in?” He offers, moving in the doorway so that it’s accessible to you.

“Oh, no,” you shake your head and hold out the bottle. “Connie said Steve forgot this, so she sent me down to give it to you. Oh, and she’s making cookies. She said you’ll have to come up and get them when they’re done.”

Steve gets up from the couch, noticing that you’re there. “Damn, that’s right,” he chuckles and takes the bottle from you. “Forgot about that. Thanks for bringing that down. Connie’s a great baker, and I guess she knows about Javier’s sweet tooth,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow at Javier, asking if it’s true. He makes a little dismissive face and shakes his head softly, making you giggle. “Well, I’m gonna head back up. Connie said she’ll call down here when the cookies are ready.” “Thanks for bringing that down,” Steve tells you with a nod, heading into Javier’s kitchen to grab glasses for the liquor.

“Of course. I’ll see you later,” you tell Javier with a smile, and he smiles back and gives you a nod.

You turn away and walk back down the hallway. You don’t turn, but if you did, you’d catch Javier watching you with a dopey smile on his face. His eyes are trained on your ass, how good it looks in those tight jeans you’re wearing.

About an hour later, after munching on the leftover cookie dough and about two bottles of wine in, the timer dings on Connie’s oven. She hops up from her spot and heads to the oven, grabbing the treats. You and Lorena both sigh at how good the smell of the freshly-baked dessert is, and Connie comes back with wine bottle number three. “You two open that. I’m going to call down to Javi’s,” she tells you and wiggles her eyebrows, making you roll your eyes at her as you uncork the bottle and pour more for all three of you.

Lorena immediately takes a swig from her newly filled glass, getting up from her spot and stealing a cookie from the tray on the oven. She hums happily as she eats it, walking back to her spot.

Connie chatters on the phone, her tone indicating that she’s clearly talking to Steve. “No, send Javi up,” she whispers, thinking you can’t hear it. You can.

Once she hangs up, she scoops some cookies onto the plates and you and Lorena chat mindlessly, both sipping at your wine glasses. Connie unlocks the front door before returning to the counter and sitting down with the two of you. You continue your conversation from before, taking a bite of a cookie and immediately feeling transported home. Your eyes close as you savor the taste, but they open a moment later as there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open,” Connie calls out, and Javier walks in.

You notice that his jeans are tight, very tight, and bite down on your lip at the image your mind conjures. You give a little wave and he chuckles. “So this is Lorena,” he says as he gestures to the girl sitting between the two of you. She nods, grinning at him, and he walks closer, offering her a hand to shake. “Wonderful to meet you. I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about you,” he tells her with a charming smile.

Lorena giggles a little at that, sipping her wine. “Likewise,” she tells him and gestures to you with her head. “Mainly from her.” You roll your eyes but smile as you see the pleased expression on Javier’s face. “Oh, Javi,” Connie says, popping up quick. “I wanted Steve to take pictures for us earlier but I forgot. Will you take them for us?” She asks hopefully, a hand on his arm. He nods and she grins. “Great! I’ll be right back.” She rushes out of the room to grab the camera.

“So how’s it going down there?” You ask him and sip your wine.

“Typical. Steve and I are drinking in silence and watching soccer,” he chuckles, taking a cookie from the plate and biting into it. “Damn, she really is a good baker,” he sighs as he eats the rest of it.

Connie returns a few moments later with her Polaroid. “Okay, get up ladies,” she chuckles and hands Javier the camera. “Take three, so we can each have one.”

“Yes ma’am,” Javier chuckles as the three of you get arranged, tiny, 4’11” Lorena in the middle, you and Connie on either side. You all grin at the camera and Javier takes three successive pictures, with breaks in between for the photos to pop out of the bottom.

As they develop, Connie coos over the pictures even though just your silhouettes are visible at this point. “Oh, you two should get a picture together!” She exclaims with wide eyes as she looks up at you and Javier. Once again, a silent question and answer passes between you: you ask him with a lifted eyebrow, Javier shrugs as if to say ‘why not’ and gives you a smile.

“Sure,” you nod, and Javier hands Connie the camera.

“Okay, I’ll take one for each of you. The first one will be yours, Javi,” she tells him as she positions the two of you then backs up to a distance to take the picture.

You and Javier each have an arm around the other’s waist, and Connie positioned your hand on his chest. As she brings the camera to her eye, you get an idea and grin. Javier’s already smiling for the picture, and you bring your lips to his cheek, pressing a kiss there for the picture. He gives a little chuckle, and you can feel the way it vibrates in his chest with the palm pressed to his heart. “Aw,” Connie laughs as she takes the picture from the slot, and Javier presses a kiss to your head while neither of the women are looking, making your heart melt.

“My turn,” he murmurs to you, and while Connie prepares the camera, he kisses your cheek, wrinkled from the wide smile on your face. Both of the girls coo as Connie takes the picture, and you laugh a little at the way they react.

When both pictures are done, you lightly pat Javier’s chest and break from his arms. You grab the plate of cookies and his Polaroid picture from the table, handing them both to him. “Why thank you,” he chuckles and pulls you into a side hug.

“Are you just being nice to me because the girls are watching?” You ask him teasingly, your arm going around him as well.

“Tonight you’ve given me whiskey and cookies. Of course I’ll be nice to you when you do that,” he teases right back, and you laugh, your head falling into his shoulder.

“Don’t eat them all on the way down,” Connie threatens him. “I do like you more than Steve sometimes, but he’d put me on the first flight back to Miami if he didn’t get any of those cookies,” she says and nods to the plate.

“I’ll try not to,” he says, nodding obediently. Javier squeezes your side gently before breaking away from her. “Nice to meet you, Lorena,” he says again and gives a little wave before heading out of the apartment.

You smile to yourself as you pick up your two photos: one with you and your best friends, one with you and Javier. It really has been a perfect night, you think with a sigh, and munch on another cookie. Little do any of you know how wrong things are about to go.

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a dose of relief | ksj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ the CDC’s hottest scientist so happens to be your lab partner. how much longer will it take until he has you begging for him?

— health scientist!au

⇢pairing: CDC health scientist!kim seokjin x female reader

⇢genre: crack, pwp, smut

⇢word count: 5.7k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: so sorry for this filthy porn with no plot, I’m also horrible @ science (even though it’s one of my fave subjects in school) so plz forgive me if I said something wrong or certain facts are incorrect, I tried to not use so many details/specifics on the science ooey gooey stuff in case that could trigger anything amongst readers, srsly tho somebody call the fanfic writing police, omg, there’s so much tension lolol, Jin is a dom in this OMFG, masturbation, mentions of an outbreak (oops sorry), lab sex (yes, I really went there plz don’t judge me [I know I’m a dirty hoe]), semi-public sex? (not really, but almost) use of sex toys, hair pulling, spitting, face/ass/pussy slapping & licking (oop), unprotected sex (lolol the irony; STAY SAFE!), orgasms (duh), creampie, degradation, so much name calling (holy fuck), JIN HAS A BIG DICK OK (BECAUSE WE LOVE BIG DICKS RIGHT?!)

a/n: honestly I find it so hard to write for Jin & IDK WHYYY. so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to let the light shine on him for this one. besides, Jin would make the PERFECT hOTTesT SCIENTIST. because WHY NOT?!?! oh & let this fic just be a reminder for those of you out there (you know who I’m talking about): WEAR A GODDAMN MASK.

Seokjin Kim.

The name of the most handsome man in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and yet you cannot spend a minute around him without perspiring. Because, well, you’re convinced he just has that affect on everyone. When in reality, it’s really only you. You sweat bullets being around him.

And he knows this. Which is why he’s near you again, looking just as sexy as he did the day before, attired in his white, lab coat — his blonde tresses clouding your vision as he wanders through the lab. You internally curse the universe for having made you both cross paths. You’d often speculate why he’s working here as a scientist. Shouldn’t he be somewhere on the front cover of like GQ Magazine or something? But no, for whatever reason, in this fucked up world we live in, he’s currently in the lab with you, performing test results, by using various liquid solutions.

“Ah, I can’t wait to finally clock out tonight.” Seokjin states while flicking a test tube that remains between his glove-covered fingers, gently placing the blood sample along with other tubes in the tray to be put away in the cooler.

“Hot date I’m assuming?” You question with a secret hint of jealousy oozing from your words — observing a sample through the microscope, turning the knobs to adjust the coarse and fine focus.

Jin beams at your assumption, shaking his head, “Ah. Nice one. But no.”

Your gaze flies up to his towering figure, raising your eyebrows, “So what is it?” You try not to get too lost into staring at his plump, pink lips. He almost catches you eyeing him and you instantly look away, darting your vision back into the microscope.

“I have the whole weekend off,” He coos with a giddy expression, and you internally scoff. That fucker.

You shake your head, “Sounds great!” No, it doesn’t sound great. Because he’s probably happy that he gets to be off so he can be with someone- Wait, no. He’s clearly not going on a date. Duh, he just told you that. Okay, now you’re really just fishing for something, but you’re also jealous of him that he’s off the entire weekend. These past few months have been hell, courtesy of a recent outbreak — every official, scientist, representative and whomever in the CDC is currently working day and night, non-stop to formulate a vaccine. Therefore you shuck away your feels, because you know Jin has more seniority than you within the company. You’d only just been transferred to his department right before the outbreak had occurred.

“Some well needed rest, huh?” You question, an attempt to keep the conversation going while also being the nosey old woman you are deep down inside. “You need it,” You unconsciously continue, somewhat too occupied in ensuring the proper amount of the sodium hypochlorite solution drops are added, squeezing the pipette carefully.

Jin nods his head in agreement, “Oh yeah,” he sighs, “Could definitely use what I call the Four S’s.” Your eyebrows furrow, more-so at concentrating on your accuracy.

But you hear him, and once the final drop of solution has been added, you pull away from the microscope, discarding the pipette in the proper disposal bin. “Four S’s?” You ask, with a tilt of your head.

“Mmhmm,” Jin seats himself on the stool in front of you, placing his hand under his chin. “Soup, soju, sex, and sleep.”

You nearly topple over when trying to seat yourself, and he doesn’t miss your clumsiness either. He thought it was cute how flustered you suddenly became, and he knew why you had. The word sex having stood out amongst the others he’d mentioned. You’re smoking under his gaze, a sudden wave of heat flashing over you within the blink of an eye. Ugh, how you hate the way he does this to you. Whatever this is. With a flicker of his eyebrows, a coy grin creeps upon his face. And you nervously swallow a gulp, easing the parched feeling in the back of your throat.

Awkwardly, you clear your throat, “Sounds like one hell of a weekend.” He continues his smirk at you, and at this point you grow slightly annoyed. Oh, his stupid hot face. Why does he keep staring like that?

“What?” You deadpan.

With a suck of his teeth, he pushes himself off the stool and stands up on his two feet, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he coos with a wink. Yes, the fucker actually winked! You had to double check within your mind that you’re fully conscious because you couldn’t believe he did that. Jin doesn’t flirt with you, like ever. And you know that even he knows this, that grin still plastered upon his face. How the hell does he do it? Do this to you?

The sound of the door clicking signals his departure, to what you only assumed he was going on his lunch break. But the real question is, does he know? He must know that you are attracted to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have insinuated you’d “miss” him. Fuck. You’re screwed and you know it. Unfortunately not in the way you’d like to be screwed.

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The weekend didn’t fly by like a breeze as it normally would, but instead dragged. You thought at one point the time may have just frozen, but subconsciously you knew that wasn’t even remotely possible. Although, you’re convinced that the reason for it all is because Seokjin wasn’t there. Normally, you’d both share the same shifts on weekends and everything felt in tune. You’d complete tests, run samples, and literally anything else under the sun together. But the time felt different when with him, and you’re beyond relieved to find that the end of your shift approaches. You both say your farewells and do it all over again the next day. It became a routine, really, one that you’d grown accustomed to.

However, since his weekend off, you felt something change, and you didn’t like it. You noticed since the start of your shifts, he permeated an odd vibe. Jin wasn’t making eye contact with you, and hell he didn’t greet you when he clocked in. Even when you’d discussed to your boss that after copious amounts of research and tests, the sodium hypochlorite solution kills various diseases and viruses, including HIV/AIDS, although said concoction is overly toxic for ingestion.

Seokjin never spoke or added anything from his research to back up your claim, which was completely degrading to you, because well… teamwork — he made you feel as though the countless amount of hours you’d both spent in the lab together was a waste. So yes, it was strange. He was acting strange, and you didn’t know whether to be gloomy or pissed about it all. After the meeting with the board, discussing the current problems with hygiene and public health, you returned to your station with Jin. You decide to test the waters and break the awkward silence since he wouldn’t.

You clear your throat in an attempt to draw his attention, but fail, his back still turned to you, “How was your weekend?”

He continues his work, not even flinching when you’d suddenly spoke. He replies so fast you were convinced he just knew exactly what you were going to say and simply waited for you to do so.

“Great,” he retorts with a nonchalant tone. You hear a few snap-like sounds and immediately note that he’s placing his gloves on. He brushes past you and into the cooler, removing a tray of blood samples to set them down onto the counter. You bite back a remark and instead try again.

“Had any good soup?” You internally cringe at yourself for saying something so stupid, but you can’t help but be the curious cat you are. Then his silence doesn’t make it any better. Here you are again, “Or at least some proper rest?”

His eyes finally meet yours, and you can’t quite read his pokerface. “I did,” He adds with still the most blank expression you’d known him to make. His gaze drops back toward the test tubes he’s busied himself with.

You continue to probe him, even though your insides scream otherwise, “Couldn’t have forgotten about the soju too, right?” You question, a tone laced with curiosity. He makes a simple “mmhmm” sound, clearly understanding where you’re going with this. A brief moment of silence subsides between the both of you, and for a moment you appreciated it but another side of you just had to know. Your essence ached for an answer, even though if said answer wasn’t one you’d want to hear, you still had to know. And you swear the phrase, “Curiosity kills the cat” could explain this moment in time.

“W-what about….” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on. His eyes meet yours, and you can’t help but want to shribble up under his stare — whilst his defined lids peer into you, as if cascading into your soul.

“What about what?” Jin knows the next question you want to ask, and part of him wishes you’ll just ask already. He needs your inquiry of his sexcapades, because truth be told, he has none; and he’s on the brink of bending you over on this counter and fucking you senselessly — a burning ache, desperate to release his pent up frustration, mixed with the daily stresses that come along with work. His eyes linger onto your facial features, searching for a warning that you’d finally cave in, that by some miracle you’d admit you want him in just as a lustful manner as he wants you. Needs you. His weekend having been a long, cold, and lonely one. He’d desperately yearned for a woman’s touch, a dry spell long overdue.

He notes how your lips part and eyes widen, as if you’re stuck like a deer in headlights and don’t know how to simply let the words flow from your tongue. His pink, plush lips catch your attention, his bottom lip protruding in a manner that’s tempting for you to simply lick the flesh — the need to graze your teeth along the tissue clouding your mind. You suck in a quiet gasp, but audible enough for Jin to hear you. The sudden twitch of his member down below, the visual of having you whimper underneath him having flashed through his imagination. You instinctively obscure any second thoughts of your actions, because if he didn’t want you to know then why would he have mentioned the “Four S’s?” It’s like he’s calling your name, indirectly. Seokjin knows how curious you’ve always been, and it’d be silly to not know such a fact. After all, you’re a scientist that works for the CDC.

The more dense part of you spills, “Well, you know-” His eyebrow quirks up at you, as if not falling for your little trap. No, he wants to hear you say it, he wants those words coming out of you and streaming to his eardrums.

That familiar hum he has a habit of making slips from him, “Hm- No, I don’t.

He proceeds to his previous endeavors, scouring through the cabinets for some tools. You stand there dumbfoundedly, and cursing your own self for not having the courage to just speak your mind. Seokjin marvels at your conflicted expression, thanking his own self for not giving in so easily — because he wants to confirm his assumptions and needs you to make that move. He definitely didn’t want to be the first to impose, just in case you were to reject him and immediately perform some type of backlash technique. The last thing he needed was to lose his job and/or face a lawsuit for harassment. He ignores your stiff figure and gracefully mixes various liquids into a beaker. Your fingers tap along the counter and mind races hundreds of miles per hour. Just do it.

“Sex,” You whisper. His stirring stops suddenly and eyes move to yours with a slight tilt of his head. “Did you… Have sex?” You add, voice barely above a whisper. Jin sighs in relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders — the air now somewhat less stuffy, and he chooses to stifle back a moan of satisfaction at your question. And within an instant, he scoffs, sending a rush of discouragement over your being.

He shakes his head while a sly grin paints upon his face, “Wouldn’t you like to know, hm?” You roll your eyes at him, can’t even believe the audacity. Of course, you should have known he’d be comical about it. Because that’s what Jin does, which makes you question how he’d even passed the entire hiring process to be promised and given this position.

With a slight pull of your strands out of frustration, you retort, “What the hell, Jin? You were the first one to mention “the Four S’s” You make sure to exaggerate air quotation marks on the phrase.

“And now you’re acting like you can’t even say if you’ve gotten some over the weekend. What am I not allowed to ask you questions anymore?!” Seokjin stares at you with wide eyes, immediately making you feel guilty for your sudden outburst. But what was he to expect? How could he not think you’d be curious of how his weekend ended after revealing to you his much needed desires. You palm your face in embarrassment, not wanting to meet his gaze any longer. And that’s when he removes his gloves, discarding them in the designated bin, and the feel of his palms encase around yours, pulling you from your hidden position to reveal your face that’s now strained with a painful look.

“If it makes you feel any better… I haven’t had sex.” His sweet voice oozes of comfort, granting a sense of calmness to reside within you.

“It’s been so long, and I am actually going to lose my mind if I don’t soon enough.” His confession causes you to gasp lowly, and he notices this. You hadn’t realized he was still holding your hands, his fingers long and cold, rubbing light circles within your palms. You know that he’s telling the truth; his eyes screaming for attention. Jin is desperate, and you sense that, which would explain why he’d been so tense ever since showing up to work today. You take this chance to take in every feature he has to offer. His broad shoulders aiding to tower his figure above yours just as he constrains his neck slightly to glare into your eyes. Your mouth flies agape just by an inch, and you hadn’t realized how close Jin was to you. You could feel the warmth of his breathing from his nostrils hitting you like the heat boiling down below.

You had a dire need to just smash your lips with his to finally know what the pillow-y tissue feels like between your own. His deep, chocolate irises reeling you in and suddenly your hand clenches tight underneath his touch. He notices and releases his grip from you, not realizing he’d been holding you this entire time.

And then you break the ice suddenly, “I think you should get that taken cared of soon.” Jin watches your form whilst you depart yourself from the room. Entering the main hall, you hadn’t processed how warm the atmosphere in the lab had been — a thin sheen of sweat coating your face and neck, courtesy of Seokjin Kim.

—

And then things got weirder.

There was this unspeakable tension between the two of you. You hardly made much eye contact with him at work now. You trained yourself (somewhat) to not ask so many questions during your shifts together, and if Jin noticed this then he definitely didn’t show or tell that he did. You’d find yourself going home at the end of the day and pulling out your favorite vibrator just to orgasm at the thought of Seokjin and his rosy, juicy lips, slender fingers that you know could reach the highest of places; those silky, light, blonde strands that long for you to tug on them as he buries himself in between your legs. However, Jin does the same, even on that weekend when he was off. He coated himself in lubricant and acquired his pocket pussy to stuff his thick length through the silicone material, imagining that it was your walls encasing around his cock instead.

Bucking his hips upwards, wanton moans spilled from him whilst he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure he’d endured just by dreaming of you. He continuously re-played the sight of your face over and over again in his mind, when you’d looked up at him that day in the lab — with glossy, bright eyes twinkling of curiosity. He wanted right then and there to shove himself down your throat and make you choke on his big dick. At the moment his groin tensed up and balls ached to release his load, he moaned your name repeatedly, as if he was summoning you into his bed. Streams of his cum erupted into the sleeve, soaking his length with the creamy substance just as he huffed for air, an attempt to gain back his normal breathing pattern.

And then the next day…

He did it again.

But this time it was different. He opted for his palm instead and your voice. He scrambled through anything in his phone that could get him off, more like anything of you in his phone. Until it dawned on him. You’d left him a voicemail back when you first got hired, introducing yourself to him and asking him to give you a call back to discuss work-related matters.

Bingo.

Your voice sent tingles down his spine as it resonated through the speakers of his iPhone. Jin quietly hummed at your words, as if he was agreeing to what you were saying — even though it had nothing to do with sex or pleasing him in any matter.

“Wish you were here,” He slips with his eyes shut, whilst his palm eagerly strokes his stiff cock, fingers gently brushing along the vein on his shaft.

“Need you so bad. Want to make you scream my name.” He replays it again with a hiss through his teeth. Drips of precum seep from the head of his cock; he lightly grazes the flesh with his long fingers, stimulating the sensitive area. The squelching noises from his slick length can be heard throughout his apartment as he pumps himself vigorously.

Another uncontrollable hum spills from Jin when he replays the recording again, picturing you on your knees blowing him off until you lose your breath.

“Hi Mr. Kim!”

How much he loves when you call him that. He’d almost forgotten when you used to address him that way, until he insisted that you didn’t have to and to simply refer to him as Jin.

“Mmm, love it when you used to call me that,” Jin whispers softly.

His hips move on their own, bucking up into his hand. His thighs clenching as he continues to fuck himself through his palm, and with furrowed brows he claws the sheets of his bed at the sound of your voice.

“This is ____, I was just transferred to your department and was told to follow up with you for any questions I may have.”

Jin’s hums now turned into moans, “Oh, fuck. Want to make you cum on Mr. Kim’s cock.”

“Anyways, if you could please give me a call back then I would really appreciate it. I look forward to meeting you!”

Jin’s toes curl at the last statement, his lips part instinctively and thighs stiffen themselves. His impending orgasm approaches as he cries out in pure bliss, “Oh, yeah! F-fuck!”

His chest rises and falls when streams of cum project onto his abs, some coating his fingers — while he softly pumps himself to rid of the remaining secretions. His loose strands stick to his forehead, thanks to the built up perspiration due to the raise in his body temperature. Jin lies there with a shaky breath and trembling thighs paired with thoughts of you. How much he wished his cum hadn’t gone to waste, how he wished he could cum so much inside of you that you gush pools of his jizz when he removes himself out of you. And lastly, how he’s nearly on the brink of risking it all just to be inside you.

—

One morning you break through the doors of the lab you share with Jin, to find him peering through a microscope. You can’t take it anymore; it’s been too long since the day you’d met him that you wanted to literally devour him whole. The need to hold your composure now thrown out the window completely. You snatch your badge off of you followed by your coat and slam your hand onto the counter, startling him from his work.

“I need you to fuck me until my brain is dead and I forget who I am and that we are in the middle of a pandemic.”

Seokjin’s mouth and eyes fly as wide as they can go. Without hesitation, he perks up from the stool and nearly tumbles over to tear his gloves off, remove his glasses, coat, and protective mask. He hurriedly washes his hands in the nearby sink, his eyes still traced on your uptight form. With lips still parted, he makes his way back to you and grips your sides, caressing you as if he’s admiring this moment of you standing here in front of him, begging for only him. He can’t process what’s actually happening and so he opts to do so later, and instead just appreciate this moment — a dream that finally came true. Unexpectedly, he lunges you against the counter, causing your back to hit the handles of the drawers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He admits with a tone that’s mixed with lust.

Jin’s warm breath breezes past your face, sending a wave of chills down your spine. He cups your cheeks, and captures you in a heated kiss. His plump lips smooth out your own, a faint hint of coffee left on his tastebuds that signals you he more than likely had a cup of Joe this morning — your kisses filled with a fiery passion you didn’t know would finally come to light. His hands fall down to grip your waist in a feverish manner. Your fingers laced into his hair, an action you’d wanted to perform for what seems like forever now. His strands feel like satin under your fingertips.

His hands trail down to your ass cheeks, gripping the cushions with a hungry force. A rush of wetness seeps into your panties, and you silently convince yourself that you’d never been more horny until now. With teeth and tongues clashing, hands roaming along each others bodies, you both lose yourselves within each others touch — drifting into the euphoria of finally being relieved of the backed up tension that accumulated over these lonesome months. This moment in time was everything Jin had wished for. He yearned to have you in this way, and he’d only accept it if you were comfortable with doing so. The pang in his groin area throbs due to his high libido. Those nights he’d spent jerking himself off to the thought of you were now just a memory. When the burning need to breathe approaches, you both pull away panting for air. Jin’s already full lips now swollen and wet, his gorgeous almond-shaped eyes staring down your form in awe.

Your palms rest on his wide shoulders, caressing them with desperation.

“Please, Jin.” You plead with a whine. Within a swift he turns you around and bends you over. Your grip lands on the counter, knocking down the numerous utensils he’d previously been using, an almost failed attempt at keeping your balance. Jin roughly pulls your garments down, showcasing your panties. He brushes his digits along your covered core that pulses, almost as if speaking to his fingers. He applies more pressure, earning a small whimper. His erection gradually growing itself behind his briefs. He uses his index finger to pull your lacy undergarment to the side, a final reveal of your juicy lips. Your core clenches in front of him, as if calling to welcome him within your walls.

And suddenly a harsh slap lands on your delicate womanhood. You nearly fall apart on the spot at the abrupt infliction.

“That’s Mr. Kim to you.” He slips harshly and yanks your panties down to your ankles, your feet having tossed them somewhere in the distance. You hear the unbuckling of his belt, and he swiftly drops his trousers on the ground along with his briefs pooling at his ankles. His erect cock springs up, teasing the cheeks of your ass. And before you could even turn your head to take in the view of him, Seokjin slaps your lips a few times, the tip of his cock grazing against your clit while doing so. He then shoves himself entirely into you within one go, not even thinking to spare you even just for a moment. You knew you didn’t have to actually see his dick to know how big it is because damn did he stretch you out like you’d never been stretched before. You relentlessly pulsate around him, soaking him in your juices.

The pads of your fingertips grip onto the edge of the countertop. “Oh fuck me, oh!”

“Wow, you’re so tight. Fuck.” Jin moans. You find your hair being pulled back; he whispers into your ear, “I’m going to fucking give it to you, you hear me?” His large palm lands a rough smack to your ass cheek.

“Yes! S-sir!” You cry out, and another slap reoccurs, a familiar tingly sensation shoots straight to your heat. You didn’t think Jin was this dominate, but you’re convinced after such a drastic period of time, it would only make sense that he’d release his tension as he pleases. He creates his own brutal pace — relentlessly pounding your pussy out with no mercy. Your body bounces forward from Jin’s ferocious strokes, and your scalp aches from his tug on your hair.

“So wet, so tight,” He whispers to himself, blowing yet another smack to your bottom, followed by a gentle rub, an attempt to ease the soreness. You’re sure he’d leave a mark on you. The sound of his balls clapping against your cheeks resonates through the lab, and you internally pray that no one walks in because how fucked you’d both be if that happens. But at the same time, you really could care less because you’re being fucked by the hottest man in the company and that’s what matters right now.

“Fuck me, Mr. Kim! Please don’t stop!” His tug on your hair gets tighter. His delicate strands flapping up and down in the process of him hammering into you, his Adam’s apple bobs as moans emit from him, and his cock drenches itself in your arousal. He cherishes the sight of his dick entering and exiting your kitty, only for him to thrust forward into you with a sharp jab. He treasures your soft whimpers and cries of his name.

Jin pulls himself out of you completely, and you whine at the sudden loss of contact.

“Turn around,” With shaky legs, you comply and Jin gestures you to sit down on the stool — wrapping his arms under your knees and pulling your legs apart as wide as they can go, your drenched cunt on full display for his horny being.

You can finally see him and nearly cum on the spot at the sight of his huge cock. It’s beautiful, he glimmers of your wet — his mushroom tip approximately the same shade of color as his lips. He gives your pussy a few taps, mimicking a “knocking on the door” motion. The tip of his member prods your entrance, your fingers grip his forearms in hopes to not crumble from his ministrations, your legs eagerly wrapping themselves around his small waist. Once Jin’s length pushes past your folds, your walls immediately welcome him inside.

A fervor moan spills from you, and this time he doesn’t let up on your tender core, continuing where he left off with his rigid pace. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to grip your neck, “Look at you all needy and desperate,” He slaps your face teasingly, earning a yelp from you. “I knew you wanted me this whole time.”

Another slap with a bit more force. A soft gasp falls from your fucked out self.

“Wanted me to destroy your tight little pussy just like this?” He forces a deep thrust, followed by another and another and another, gaining a strained cry from you. Your walls contract around his hardened length, begging for his motions to never stop. He slaps you again, making sure to leave a mark behind on your cheek.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He uses this time to slap your clit harshly, unsatisfied with not receiving a response from you.

You whimper in reply, a sudden jerk of your thighs, “Y-yes, Mr. Kim!”

Jin slaps you again, “Who’s a cock-hungry little slut for Mr. Kim?” He continues to slap your face again, alternating between your left and right cheek.

And again.

His filthy words cause a tingly sensation straight to your core, “Me. I-I am a slut for you, Sir.”

And again.

That familiar hum rumbles from Jin’s chest, an approval laced in satisfaction, “Mmm, that’s right. You’ll walk around this facility with my cum buried deep inside you. Understand?” He punctuates his question with a thrust so deep, you swear you feel him in your tummy.

“Yes, Sir!” You cry out with trembling legs. He’s hitting your sweet spot so well, and with another slap to your face, your eyes prick with tears. Jin’s overpowering demeanor is nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“Play with your clit.” He demands, and you follow. Your fingers find the nub to gently rub along the sensitive nerves, causing your thighs to twitch within Jin’s hold.

“Harder,” he commands. You comply and add more pressure, a boiling heat rising in the pit of your tummy. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of Jin’s panting and your thighs smacking against his. He lands another harsh slap to your face, and squeezes your cheeks together with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” You obey him and find yourself opening up as he requests. He drops a line of his warm saliva onto your tongue, and demands, “Swallow.”

Your clit throbs in pleasure and he notes you’ve stopped rubbing yourself. With a gulp, you ingest his spit with a whimper. Jin slaps your clit this time, your legs naturally jerking in response.

“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” He probes while halting his thrusts. You nod your head in a no gesture, “N-no Sir.”

He slaps your aching clitoris repeatedly, then pulls himself out of you. Your walls cry at the loss of his thick cock. He bends down to forcefully slap your pussy, running his fingers along your dripping heat and within moments he lewdly spits on your wet folds, his saliva now glistening your already soaked labia. His tongue darts out to slither along your lips and he places a wet kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“I’d love to keep eating you out, but I’ve been dying to get inside this pussy,” He sheathes his member back inside of you and buries himself to the hilt, pulling back out all the way and slamming back into you. He releases another trail of his spit onto his shaft, smothering himself more. He licks the pad of his thumb and rubs your clit relentlessly, while giving you short and fast strokes; and suddenly your toes curl themselves at the same time your eyebrows furrow.

Seokjin notices your contorted expression, and with a beaming grin, he coos, “That’s right. Cum for Mr. Kim like the good, little slut you are.”

“Cumming, Oh fuck!” Your body quivers within his hold while your orgasm overtakes you, even the stool you’re still seated on slightly skids across the floor beneath you. Jin helps to ride your orgasm out, applying just the right amount of pressure as you writhe underneath him. Your nails graze along his clothed biceps, his sleeves now scrunched and wrinkled, and you honestly have no shame — too lost in being drowned into your orgasm.

He groans at the feel of your cunt contracting around his cock, his thrusts now gaining a sloppy momentum. “Fuck, didn’t know you could get so tight.” His eyes fall down to his cock — the sight of your lady lips sucking him in entirely and contracting around his shaft tips him over the edge.

Seokjin gazes into your eyes with parted lips and lets out a shuddering moan dipped in ecstasy, his nails dig into the flesh of your waist as he rides out his high.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly says. A sudden warmth down below causes you to witness Jin’s cock pulsing as thick ropes of his cum surges into you, painting your walls and filling you up entirely of him. He joins you in watching himself gradually ease out of you. You clench your walls intentionally; Jin’s cum drains from your fucked out heat and drips onto the ground.

You both remain in silence, the sound of your breaths filling up the entire space. Before you could even process what just happened, or simply let out a syllable or two, the double doors of the lab burst open.

There stood a tall, slender man with glasses and a dark-chocolate, bowl cut. His deep, baritone voice sends a shuddering chill through you.

“Someone’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Ah, shit.” Jin whispers, with both hands on his hips and his soft length now flaccid. You cover your face in your palms, in full shame.

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wanna be - m. atsumu

friends to lovers atsumu fluff because i said so.

warnings: none, just unedited so might be a lil sloppy lol, mention of konoha x reader (they go on like one date)

word count: 3.5k

wanna be by the internet (2018)

he remembers you from onigiri miya.

your baggy jeans, loose t shirt, eyebags. he remembers it all down to the way you stuffed your face with onigiris to the neon lights the shined outside. you were pretty, but he was indifferent. after all, he was miya atsumu, a player both on and off the court.

to you, he was miya atsumu, osamu's brother. and miya osamu was simply a friend who owned a restaurant and understood the crushing pressure of being a student with a part time job that struggled to pay rent. besides, one day you'd pay him back because you were one smart cookie, though he didn't know in what way. however, he did notice how atsumu made an effort to avoid eye contact while you introduced yourself. he didn't miss the color that made its way to his cheeks when you held your hand out for him to shake.

and he sees you again waiting outside his team's gym after practice.

that day, your hair was tied back. you wore a long coat that went down to your calves and loose black clothing under it. did you always wear loose clothes? you smiled and waved in his direction and his heart skipped a beat. he waved back excitedly until he turned around and saw hinata jumping up and down at the sight of your happy self. turns out, you were karasuno's manager in high school. atsumu, usually confident and cheerful, now sunk into his sweater while his teammate introduced you to the rest of the group.

"i know atsumu. i met him at onigiri miya a few weeks ago."

he nodded as you spoke. he barely knew you, but your presence had a significant effect on him, one that was beyond what he can describe.

so maybe he goes over to his brother's restaurant more, once or twice a week.

"so, how do you know hinata?" stupid question. hinata literally told everyone like a week ago.

"i went to karasuno and became the team manager for their volleyball team," you answered anyways, how sweet of you, "i actually got to see you and osamu play at nationals. that's where i first met him."

all of the sudden, atsumu wishes that he paid more attention to the pretty managers of the opposing teams. although, he does thank whatever higher power is out there that he got to meet you at some point and curses osamu for not telling him about you at all.

"i didn't know you knew (y/n) in high school."

"what do you mean?"

"i just didn't know that she was a team manager and all that, you know? i feel kind of bad for not knowing she existed."

"oh she definitely existed. who do you think i made extra bento boxes for when we went to tokyo?"

"those weren't mine?"

hinata invites you to watch him practice and he doesn't know if its a curse or a blessing.

on the one hand, you can see all of his talented sets and gameplay. on the other, he usually reached peak idiot during practices, at least that's what sakusa would tell him.

that's not going to stop you from sitting down and letting out a cheer for hinata's, and even bokuto's, spikes. you knew that shoyo and kotaro loved the support they got. it gave them motivation, made them perform better. of course, the team wouldn't mind that.

atsumu just wishes he got a few cheers or smiles from you.

the next time you see him, he's sucking face with some hot model with a drink in hand at a party that shoyo brought you to. you weren't surprised. you were close enough to osamu to hear him rant about his brothers antics, so you brush it off like usual when seeing two people getting a little busy. after all, you were here to take a break from studying

by the middle of the party, you're tipsy and cheering on bokuto who was shaking ass to hot girl summer. hinata is passed out on the couch in a fetal position while kageyama sits down and stuffs his face with rice. osamu joins him and witnesses the mess that is you and bokuto. atsumu looks disheveled and everyone already knows why, all of you just hope that the room he went to earlier was not the master bedroom.

"tsumuuuuu," you slurred as you spoke, a happy smile plastered on your face, "you're a manwhoreeeeee."

"what?"

"i'm joking, but also not," you kissed the tip of his nose, "you're a very nice boy."

he didn't know whether to be offended or flustered, especially with the combination of your little antics and the alcohol in his system, which only resulted in a strong of incoherent words that entertained osamu.

"man, i really wish you met her in high school. she was way worse." kageyama added, memories of you blatantly flirting with your close friends for fun.

"she really was. i believe the first thing she ever said to suna was 'holy fuck, how do you look so fucking hot while shoving those jelly sticks in your mouth?'" osamu laughed, the image of his teammate's red face playing in his mind, "the (y/n) you know is more tame, a stressed college student with a low alcohol tolerance."

you gave bokuto's ass another smack as you giggled at the way his ass jiggled. having athletic friends is fun, especially when the stress from your graduate studies needs to be relieved and their pro player money literally prevents you from paying for your own food. you were lucky.

the day after, you drive to the gym you knew they would be practicing at. of course, sakusa had the common sense to not drink the night before practice. his other three teammates did not.

atsumu is the first one to spot you, a big bag in hand, your hair tied back, another pair of loose jeans and a plain t shirt. it's more different from the flattering plants and small top you wore last night, but he wonders how you can look like this after a night of drunken fun. it was almost like you were glowing.

hinata greeted you first, taking your bag and thanking you for the food.

"are your heads okay?"

"i think i died last night."

"you die every time there's alcohol at a party, shoyo."

"hey!"

sakusa snickered while the rest tried their best to hide their laughs. you weren't wrong, though. shoyo does end up passing out on someone's couch after some energetic dancing.

"what about you, tsumu?"

"i don't remember anything that happened except for bo's ass."

"not even the hot blonde girl?"

"the what?" again, everyone failed to contain their laughs.

"you manwhore!" you chuckled, handing him his bento box.

"you should have seen how red he got when you kissed his nose!" bokuto chimed in.

"i did that?" your smile faded, "sorry, if i made you uncomfortable, tsumu."

"it's okay, i don't remember it." he lied.

the memory replayed in his mind again and a foreign feeling came over him. it was warm.

the next time he sees you, you're at osamu's house to taste test his new food. it's osamu's classic duo, his dear brother that loves to freeload off of him and his stressed grad student friend who also likes free food.

when atsumu walks in, you motion for him to sit next to you while stuffing your face. you're wearing baggy clothes again and he's pretty sure that you slept with your makeup still on from the night before.

"osamu, if you keep cooking like this, i think i might marry you."

"gross."

"what's gross about marrying the hotter twin?" you turned to atsumu, a smirk on your face.

"we look exactly alike."

"yeah, but he cooks."

atsumu couldn't argue with that. you were funny. you were always funny and warm even when talking down to him like this. and it made his heart beat faster, his face a little redder, his smile a little brighter.

fuck.

"i can cook."

"yeah, a pack of cup noodles." osamu responded while you chuckled in agreement.

"they're some fire ass cup noodles."

"yeah okay, playboy."

"playboy?"

"do you prefer manwhore?"

"no."

you throw your head back, laughing again at atsumu's expression. for someone who fucks around, he was easy to fluster. and you enjoyed it every time. the way he would look down in an attempt to hide his crimson cheeks, the slight smile that would rest in his face. he was pretty.

it all confirmed osamu's suspicions.

"you guys want to make every sunday a taste test day?"

"yes!" you responded excitedly. more free food? you're there.

"sure."

after osamu packed up some food for the two of you, both of you walked out. the early afternoon sun was scorching and your baggy jeans and oversized hoodie were not helping.

"you wanna get some coffee? i'll pay."

"what are you doing? trying to woo me or something, manwhore?"

"you look like shit and i think it's because you're tired."

"fair. but you have to drive me home first. i need to change and i do not want to walk to the bus stop."

"you didn't drive here?"

"i wanted to take a nap on public transport, sue me."

after a ten minute drive filled with food critiques, you finally made it to your house, quickly changing into some shorts and a t shirt that was actually your size. your raccoon eyes were fixed and you were back in atsumu's car in no time.

"i had no idea you existed up until a few weeks ago."

"nice way to start a conversation, tsumu."

"sorry-"

"you know, when i was karasuno's manager, i thought you were terrifying."

"how?"

"it was after one of your serves, you had this scary look on your face, but i forgot what you were looking at. you scored an ace, though."

"the fangirls."

"huh?"

"it was those squealin pigs that almost messed it up. i remember."

"you call your fangirls pigs?" you scoffed, "you're a whole manwhore." "yeah whatever, (y/n)."

you both went on to reminisce about high school memories, him mostly talking volleyball while you talked about shoyo and tobio being absolute dumbasses. he was interesting, really. his voice was smooth and his tone was always lively, always showing some emotion.

the cafe was mostly empty, a few people scattered around. the bitter taste of coffee met your lips as you hummed with delight.

"what are you looking at?"

"how are you drinking that shit? didn't you order extra espresso shots?"

"yeah, and? i see a ridiculous amount of condensed milk in yours, but i'm not saying anything."

"whatever." he chuckled.

everything was natural, both easing into friendly teasing comfortably. there was always some sort of glint in his eyes, a sly smile whenever he wasn't talking, reddened cheeks whenever you caught him staring.

being friends with miya atsumu was easy.

every sunday was easy. talking to him was easy. thinking about him was easy. a little too easy. and summer becomes fall. and fall becomes winter. and every sunday, there's a new source of energy you find despite your sleep deprived state.

"bo's sending me on a blind date." you tell the twins excitedly.

it's been awhile since you've gone on a proper date. you really haven't had the time for anything except for fooling around at a party once in a while. even if it went nowhere, at least you had something to distract you from the blonde manwhore who's constantly on your mind.

"oh, really?" osamu grinned, "i would have gone a date with you."

"liar. we both remember what happened while you were in school."

"yuck."

atsumu looked between the two of you, the gears turning in his head until it finally clicked.

"you guys went on a date?"

"sadly, yes," you chuckled, "we became closer friends, but that was not the move."

"agreed."

atsumu had already accepted that he had feelings for you. which he suppressed out of embarrassment. he had already accepted that you would have rejected him anyways. you called him a manwhore after all.

"when is it?" he finally asked, jaw clenching. his harsh tone wasn't intentional, but it was there nonetheless.

"next saturday. i'll tell you two about it when we taste test, again."

"you wanna get some milk tea after?"

"no. i have to buy a dress."

"oh."

atsumu watched you walk out the door, a cheerful smile on your face. he felt sick.

and when next sunday comes, you're an hour late.

you looked like you were up all night studying for exams. he recognizes the smudged mascara, the eyebags, the messy hair. except instead of your usual baggy clothes, it's a dress that loosely hugs your figure. he doesn't miss the way your nipples peaked through or the marks on your neck. nasty.

"samu, i'm gonna need more food than usual."

"you got it boss."

the sounds of the kitchen fill the room as you lay your head down. you turn to atsumu, eyes droopy and exhausted.

"you look like you had fun. who did bo hook you up with?"

"his name's konoha. he played for fukurodani back in high school. bo's such a sneaky lil shit."

"how?"

"i may have had a small crush on him in high school when i saw him at a training camp. i told bo and he probably remembered it and thought it was funny."

"nice," he replied, running his fingers through your hair, "are you guys going on another date?"

you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his touch, "i don't think so. it was fun, but i don't think i like him that much anymore."

"ah."

he internally celebrated while osamu rolled his eyes.

and winter turns to spring in atsumu's apartment.

soft white walls, light brown cabinets, a fridge filled with his brother's food. a few photo frames hung around, the most notable once being a photo of osamu stuffing his face when they were kids. the best part was that osamu hated that photo, yet it was also the centerpiece of his table.

you set down the vase of flowers that you were asked to bring. something about making the party feel more "springy" or whatever atsumu said. you were expecting a nice apartment, atsumu was a pro volleyball player of course. but you weren't expecting it to be this nice.

it almost makes you sad. the fact you were constantly exhausted, studying, and stressed while atsumu was the same age having fun and being a playboy. god, this kind of sucks. why the hell was this man friends with you anyways?

"your dress looks so cute!" always count on shoyo to immediately make you feel better.

"you look good even in your big jeans, but you look even cooler?" bo added on, making your cheeks heat up.

while you and sakusa exchanged a small wave, atsumu came out of his room. an unbuttoned short sleeve, white shirt underneath, jeans. wow. god. fuck. and seeing you in the pink dress that flowed around your body, the sleeves being a little puffed, the same train of thoughts ran through his head.

"you needed help setting up?"

"uhm, yeah. can you guys get the plates out and shit?"

"you want us to shit on the plates?"

"shoyo-" you cackled at the confused tangerine headed boy.

it's a good thing you figured it all out before the guests arrived.

seeing kuroo and kenma after so long was refreshing. and the fact akaashi also had a caffeine addiction was comforting. and yachi? she was so grown now. your conversation with the two was interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

"hey, stranger."

"konoha?"

you gave him a short hug. both of you caught up on the last few months, the situation being less awkward than you expected. it's not like he was trying to get in your pants again, what was the harm in talking? there's nothing wrong with two tired college students having a conversation, right?

suna's voice became distant to atsumu as he observed the blonde across the room. should he go there and save you? his question was quickly answered when you greeted the man with a hug.

"dude? can you hear me?" suna waved his hand in front of his face.

"don't mind he's just being a simp." osamu responded, a smirk on his face.

"am not!"

"for who?"

"(y/n) (y/l/n)."

"that cute manager from karasuno?"

"yep."

"you go, dude!" suna patted him on the back.

"i don't like her like that, we're just friends."

"why is your face red?"

"it's not red!"

"ooo! is atsumu afraid of (y/n)'s cooties?"

"suna, we're twenty three."

"and you act like you're sixteen with this lil crush, atsumu."

atsumu sighed in response. it was too late. you were going to go home with konoha, or maybe you two would go to his many spare rooms. and you would go on another date. fall in love with him. marry him. have his kids.

"she calls me a manwhore a lot."

"she's not wrong."

"aren't you two supposed to be supportive?"

"no." they both said in unison.

"look just offer to give her a house tour or something," suna advised nonchalantly, "works every time."

"good idea."

feeling a presence behind you, you turned around only to be met with a scary looking blonde towering over you. konoha kissed your cheek and bid you a farewell once he realized another figure grabbing your attention.

"house tour?"

"thought you'd never ask, manwhore."

after a tour of a guest room, a bathroom, and a washing machine, the two of you finally made it to his master bedroom. of course, the pillows on his bed were thrown around and there were a few shirts thrown on the floor.

"i may have forgotten to, uh, put those away."

"how are you gonna give me a house tour and forget to clean your house."

"i remembered to fold my blanket!"

"you don't fold your blanket when you wake up? do you even make your bed in the morning?"

"shut up."

you chuckled as he looked away, a poor attempt to hide his face. judging by the mess of clothing, the setter probably had no idea what to wear for his party. the one that was being hosted by him, in his own apartment, right now.

"i see you had a little fashion show this morning."

"i didn't know what to wear!"

"you're the host!"

"what if i looked bad?"

"who cares?"

he looked at you, a confused expression on his face. his eyebrows were furrowed, mouth slightly parted open. your eyes landed on his lips before you immediately turned away. you couldn't get distracted, but he looked so pretty. instead, you sat down on the bed, finding a pillow to rest your head against.

"if it makes you feel better, you look really nice today, tsumu."

"i did it! you finally didn't call me a manwhore!"

"you're still a manwhore."

he pouted while you threw your head back in laughter once again. atsumu took this as an opportunity to sit next to you on his bed, readjusting your head onto his lap. you looked up at his face, eyes boring deep into yours.

"what are you thinking about?"

"you."

"do i have something on my face?"

"no."

his fingers made its way onto your scalp, slowly massaging your head. a moan left your lips at the satisfying feeling. the past few weeks have only stressed you out, but atsumu's presence cushioned you when necessary.

"how's konoha?"

"he's okay, i'd honestly become friends with him if he wanted to."

"didn't he give you a kiss?"

"it was just a cheek kiss."

"you wouldn't mind if i gave you one, right?"

"who cares? i think everyone should give their homies a kiss."

and with that, his lips met yours. his were soft and warm, and though you were caught by surprised, you kissed back. you two melded together until you sat back up.

"i meant a cheek kiss, but whatever."

"you kissed back!"

"no, i didn't."

"did to."

"i don't want your cooties."

"are you five?"

you rolled your eyes, laying back down on the bed. he ended up giving you a kiss on the cheek, then slowly traveled to your ear, then your neck, then dangerously close to your chest. he laid down next to you, arms around your waist, head resting on the crook of your neck. you acted as if you were indifferent, but of course your cheeks still heated up and your heart was beating faster than usual.

"do you wanna be my girl?"

"no."

"rude."

he chuckled into your neck while you grinned, turning your head to look at the pretty setter. it only resulted in more kisses on your face which you happily received.

"is osamu still single?"

"don't even joke about that."

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Genre: smut, a bit of fluff

Warnings: public sex, riding, slightly dom!reader, lots of talk of stuff in a sex store.

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: this is co-written by my bestest bud @kingsuckjin ! She wrote the smut part, so if you love this story make sure to send her some asks to let her know 💖

Summary: You work in a sex store, and a customer comes in that needs a bit of extra assistance...

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The store smelled a lot like plastic. It was masked by the heavy perfume that the store owner instructed you to spray around in the lingerie section.

Rows and rows of bright colored panties and bras hung, now likely permanently coated in the cheap perfume that misted down on it daily.

It was only you at the store, as it was most days. The amount of customers that felt like stopping by a small town sex store in the middle of the day was next to none.

You sat on the large counter, your legs dangling off the edge as you let out a loud sigh. Your last customer had been about three hours ago right when your store had opened, and you weren’t sure if you could even call them a customer, they hadn’t bought anything, they merely asked far too many questions about getting the length on their dildo they were going to purchase juuuust right.

Then there was Yoongi, the boy who worked next door who would come over and chat with you occasionally. It was nice to have things to pass the time, there was only so much you could do on your phone when the wifi in the shop was shit.

You were just about to go to the computer and check if any of the new nipple tassels that you’d requested to be ordered in were in transit when you heard the familiar but rare ding of the front door opening.

Your head shot over to see a tall brown haired man awkwardly stumbling in. You had worked here for a few years and had a pretty good eye for when a customer was in a sex shop for the first time.

“Hello and welcome to Magic Desires. What brings ya in today?” you chimed cheerfully from where you sat at the counter. Not wanting to scare him off by running up to him right away.

“Ah” He choked out as he disappeared behind a row of lingerie.

There was silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Actually can I ask you something?” He yelled out.

You slid off the counter slowly and tucked your phone that had been in your hand into your back pocket of your jeans and put on your customer service smile.

When you got to the man you had to hold back a slight gasp when you realized how attractive he was. He had a dreamy look on his face, lost in thought as he fingered through a row of pink bras.

“How can I help you?” you chirped.

“What…” He bit down on his lip, thinking hard on how to phrase his question. “What kind of lingerie do women like?” you could see his embarrassment displayed on all of his features, he looked like he wanted to jump back behind another row.

“Oh?” You giggled “Um...everyone is different? That's why we have so many different ones…”

The young man looked to the floor and cursed quietly under his breath.

“Looking for your girlfriend I’m guessing?”

He shook his head and pulled another bra off the rack, a blue one this time, he looked at it with a confused face, the way one might look at a math problem.

You laughed again and he put it back quickly.

“I’m a photographer. I’ve just got ahead of myself and made a post on my page that I was going to be offering some more...sensual photography sessions if you know what I mean. And I figured I should buy my first some outfits for the shoots they’ve booked…” he sighed and looked down to the ground. “But I have no idea what women would want to wear.”

“Well what would you like to see a woman in? I’m sure these women are taking their photos for someone else no? What do you think their partner would want to see them in?” you asked, raising an eyebrow up.

Like a lightbulb shone in his head his eyes lit up and he nodded.

“Okay, I think that could help.” He bit down on his lip again. It was cute how he did that, you couldn’t help but notice that his eyes flicked up and down your figure this time as he rolled his lip between his teeth.

“I think…” He turned around to the rack behind him and flipped through a few hangers until he pulled one out. A lace red bra and pantie set dangling from the hanger was now being held out in front of you. “I think I need help seeing what it would look like on someone before I buy it. Would you?” You could tell that he was growing hot with embarrassment, yet he continued to stand by his bold request, holding the set out in front of himself and out to you.

“I think this looks like your size? Don’t hit me if I’m wrong in a bad way, this obviously isn’t my thing.” His eyes twinkled a bit as he smirked at you slightly.

Your mouth hung open, and you started to become a stuttering mess of nonsense.

“I-I guess maybe?” Finally got out.

Of all of the things that you could’ve finally come up with, that was it? Was that what you really meant to say?

Maybe a part of you really did mean it…

It was boring here, and it wouldn’t be the worst way to pass the time. Fuck it. He’s cute.

You smiled shyly and grabbed the set out of his hand and checked the size.

“You were right.” you chuckled softly.

The man in front of you did a tiny fist pump to celebrate and laughed at his goofiness, getting shy once again.

“Go on then.” He nodded his head in the direction of your store’s fitting room.

“I’m gonna lock up first, this is weird.” you decided and walked over to the front doors, taking the key from around your neck and using it to lock them.

You could hear amused noise coming from the man in your store as you did this.

Damn it why were you such a sucker for a cute face.

You quickly walked into the dressing rooms, trying to avoid him as you passed but he followed close behind, standing outside of the curtain that you were now behind.

“I’m Taehyung by the way. You may have heard of me?” you heard his voice from behind the red cloth as you slipped your jeans off of your ankles.

“Um...Should I have?” you unclipped your white worn bra and started to exchange it for the red one that you can't deny was about to make your tits look amazing.

“I won the art contest downtown this past summer.” He replied, “It was kind of a big deal.”

You checked yourself over in the mirror, adjusting the cloth on the back of the panties so that they weren’t folded over awkwardly in any places.

“If you’re into that” you spoke back.

“What?” you heard him reply in a slightly surprised tone.

You pulled back the curtains quickly to see him standing far too close to where the cloth had been.

“If you’re into that it's a big deal I guess.” You shrugged.

Your comment seemed to go ignored as Taehyung’s eyes roamed up and down your body.

“Damn.” He whispered. “Yeah, I’ll take that.” he breathed out.

“Okay, that was easy.” you chuckled and spun around to head back into the changing room.

“C-can I take your picture.” He quickly stammered. You turned back around in just enough time to see his eyes quickly try to pretend they weren’t just staring at your ass when you were turned around.

“I just wanna see how it’d look with my camera.” he patted the bulky pack that hung on his shoulder.

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow with a smirk, “It’s not so you can have some new pictures to get off to at home?” you winked, “We’ve got plenty of porn in the back.”

His jaw tightened at that and he stepped away from you for a moment.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

You shook your hands out in front of you quickly. “No, I’m just joking around. Actually...sure. I don’t mind. Fuck it.” you shrugged. God, the things you were doing for this boy, simply because he asked. You were acting whipped and he was a complete stranger, you wanted to smack yourself and get some sense back. Though, what would be the harm in seeing where this goes...you really were quite bored…

“Oh?” His eyes widened again, he was not really expecting you to say yes, it was a longshot.

You nodded.

“Right here?”

Taehyung looked around your shop to decide on a better spot.

“There.” he pointed to the couch that you had a manikin laying on modeling a set of lingerie and thigh high socks.

“Um...Occupied?”

“You can’t move her boss?” he winked at you.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “You better buy more than just a pantie and bra set for all the quality customer service you’re getting.” you teased as you walked across the store to move the manikin from the red lounge sofa to the floor.

Taehyung had followed, adjusting some settings on his camera now standing next to the couch.

“Just...model, it doesn’t matter too much, I really just need to see how to colors show up.”

“Mhmm.” you hummed sarcastically, teasing him again.

“Ah shut up.” He shied away from you, pulling out his camera and snapping a few quick shots once you got sitting on the couch, moving from laying on your side to showing him your backside.

He continued to mutter curses as you posed for him.

You were guilty of trying to be as sexy as you could be, but you couldn’t help wanting to show off for a man bold enough to ask to take pictures of you like this.

“Okay yeah. I’m taking it.” His eyes seemed to have a hard time looking anywhere but the hem of the lace red panties you were wearing.

“Alright I’ll go change out then.”

“Or…” He muttered, scanning your body that had been obviously teasing him.

“Or?” Your eyes twinkled now meeting his directly.

“You wear it well, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to unsee anyone else wearing that without thinking of how much better it looks on you…I-” he seemed to need to take a few breaths before being able to finish his next thought. “I’d hate myself for not at least trying…” His eyes flickered over from you to the sofa quickly. His intentions are perfectly clear to you.

“You wanna fuck me Taehyung?” both eyebrows now raised in mock surprise. You knew he wanted to fuck you, you’d been putting on your best show and his erection could probably be seen from across the street.

He nodded slowly, setting his camera down on a nearby shelf and taking a step near you.

“You wanna fuck me baby?” He smirked at you, now stepping forward again, this time so close that his chest was pressed against your own.

One of his hands reached out and grabbed your side, pulling you close so that your hips were now pressed against him as well.

You breathed in sharply flashing him a quick smile as you took the next step, leaning in to him and pressing your lips to his.

He quickly brought a hand to the back of your head, moving his fingers gently through your hair as he gave you soft and shy kisses that somehow managed to turn deep and bold before you even realized what was happening. Much like a lot of how this man Taehyung behaved.

It was sexy, so fucking sexy how you couldn’t quite pin him down.

And that's where the thought popped into your head of how fun it would be to do just that, literally.

You pushed against him, using a grip on his hips to spin him around and throw him down onto the couch where you’d just been laying.

You stared down at him as he looked up at you with an animalistic look of pure lust in his eyes, a look that made your blood rush.

You climbed onto his lap facing him, setting a leg on each side of his hips. You didn't let your body make contact with his cock hard in his pants under you just to tease him.

"Do I want to fuck you?" You raised a brow as you placed a hand on his shoulder and ran it through his hair. His eyes stayed on you as if entranced by you. "What do you think? Do you think I would've put this lingerie on and let you take pictures of me to touch yourself to later if I didn't want to fuck you?"

"Fair enough" He muttered, eyes now fixation on your lips as his hands went to your hips that had yet to lower onto his.

Your lips drifted closer to his but before closing the distance you spoke again.

"I believe I asked if you wanted to fuck me first, it seems like you do."

"Oh god yes." His breathless whisper sounded like a plead.

You lowered your hips finally onto his clothed, hard cock as he leaned in to kiss you hungrily. His hands urged your hips to grind down onto his to try to gain some kind of pleasure for the both of you. The excitement felt wild to you, like two young strangers making out at a college party, a feeling you hadn't had since, well, college.

You abruptly got off of his lap and got to your feet and wordlessly walked off towards the cash register counter. You could already feel the damp lacy fabric beginning to stick to the inside of your thighs as you walked.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought we were going to…" He seemed utterly confused until you reached into the candy bowl full of condoms on the counter and held it up between your thumb and index finger to show him as you sauntered back over to him and took your former spot back on his lap.

"Gotta be safe, you know?" You threw the condom in the empty spot beside you before grinding back down on his still solid erection.

"Can- can I fuck you in- will you leave the lingerie on?" He seemed nervous about asking but the way his eyes stared at how good your cleavage looked in the bra and how sexy you felt in it made you agree.

"Sure, why not." You shrugged. "So," You leaned into his ear noticing the sharp but tantalizing scent of his cologne "You have a hot girl on your lap in sexy lingerie. What do you want to do to me Taehyung?"

He let out a moan that sounded more like a growl as you rubbed against his cock once more and placed a few slow kisses on his neck.

"Anything you'll let me do." You felt him squeeze your ass hard in his hands. "I want to cram every inch of my cock inside of you, baby. Would you like that? You want me to fuck you right here with all of these windows where anyone could walk by and see you taking my cock?"

What felt like adrenaline coursed through you as you grabbed his right arm and guided his hand until it touched the sticky material between your legs.

"Do you feel how wet I am just for you? Does that tell you how badly I want it? Put on the condom and fuck me." You demanded and scooted back so he could have space to do as you asked.

He scrambled to get his pants undone and down just enough for his stiff cock to be let loose.

Being the kind lady you were, you opened the condom wrapper and put it on for him before going back to your spot hovering over him, this time feeling him at your entrance as you pushed the thigh hole of your panties aside.

You took him but the shirt collar and pulled his face into yours, kissing him as you took him slowly inside of you.

He moaned against your lips as he kissed you back and took another hand full of your ass in his hand.

"Bounce." He demanded into your lips but you pulled away.

"Ask me nicely." You teased.

"Baby please bounce on my cock. Please let me see you fuck yourself on it."

You tightened your muscles around him and slowly began to move up and ram yourself down onto him hard. It felt so good that you wanted to speed up, but stopped yourself as you saw how much he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he threw his head back.

His dick fit so well inside of you, hitting all the right places inside of you every time you came back down on him, but it still wasn't enough and his deep moans were driving you crazy.

You stuck your hand down the front of the panties and began to rub fast circles on your clit.

When he noticed what you were doing he began to buck his hips up into you, using the grip on your ass to have your hips meet his harder and faster.

Now it almost felt too much for you, there was no holding in your impending orgasm or stopping it as it hit hard and fast. Each time he bucked up into you it sent wave after wave of bliss running through you leaving you gripping his shirt.

"Fuck you're so hot." He panted "gonna cum."

You bounced faster to not only drag out the last milliseconds of your orgasm but to also help him with his.

"You feel so fucking good Taehyung." You whined and that seemed to throw him over the edge. He quickly pulled out of you and you watched as he jerked himself hard and fast until his cum filled the condom. Heavy breathing was the only noise in the store for a moment as you both regained your composure.

“Damn.” Taehyung muttered, staring up at you, his body still slightly shaking as he came down from his high.

“Yeah.” You chuckled and shot him a large grin as you slid yourself sideways off of him and off of the couch. “Not bad.” you winked.

Taehyung laughed a single loud ‘ha’ and sat up, reaching out and tickling your side. “Not bad huh?” he smirked at you.

You flinched away at his touch giggling.

“I need to get the shop back open.” you had forgotten for a moment that you were still at work, rushing back to the changing room and throwing your clothes back on.

When you got back out onto the shop floor Taehyung was flipping through lingerie sets again, a couple in his hands now.

“I don’t think I can try on anymore.” you yelled out to him as you walked behind the counter after unlocking the front doors. “But bring up another set of the ones I had on. I don’t really know if the first set is really...sellable now.” you laughed, though your pockets hurt slightly, knowing you’d be buying that bra and panty set for yourself. At least you looked good in it.

Taehyung quietly looked for a few more minutes and returned to the counter with a total of four sets, mostly just variations of the ones you’d been wearing, just in different colors.

“Good picks.” you winked at him as you scanned them.

He smiled shyly at you as if he suddenly forgot how to talk to you.

He paid and you were putting the bras and panties in a bag when Taehyung finally spoke up again.

“Hey. Thanks. That was…” He smiled and shook his head to himself, already replaying the image of you riding him in his head.

“It really was.” You handed him the bag. “Thank you for shopping at Magic Desires.” you chimed in your best customer service voice.

“If you ever wanna…” he mumbled quietly, rummaging through his pockets. “If you ever wanna book a session with me here's my card.” he handed you a small white rectangle with Kim Taehyung and all of his information on it.

You smiled widely, imagining the trouble you could get into with him if you were to use this number to contact him again.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You winked at him biting down on your lower lip lightly.

He nodded nervously, leaning forward to go in for a kiss on your cheek, you leaned forward to receive it, giggling quietly and feeling your cheeks grow slightly hot right where his lips had met your skin.

He walked out the door without looking back at you.

You sighed and smiled to yourself, lingering butterflies in your stomach fluttered around wildly.

You watched him get into his car that was pulled up right in front of the window of the store. He shot over one last smile and pulled away.

There were a lot of phantom feelings of his hands on you, of being filled up by him. You spun around in a small circle and jumped back up on the counter.

You pulled out your phone and the card that Taehyung had given you and typed in the phone number on the card. You put “Photographer.” next to his name and saved the contact.

That could come in handy again later.

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imagination-of-a-thirsty-weeb · 4 years

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Keep It Down || Kuroo x Reader

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Prompt: Kuroo with a poc, thick, bratty sub S/O

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Word Count: 2.647k

Warning: a lil fluff (if you squint), public sex,

“Y/N!”

The whisper-shout is meant to be a warning, your hand stilling as it moves over his thigh. Your eyes flicker toward his, brow kinking, challenging him as you cupped him through his uniform sweats. Kuroo struggles to push down his moan, the noise dying on his lips as he takes the chapped skin under his teeth. He lets you continue your ministrations, moving your hand against him, trying to get him as riled up as you were. “Kuroo?” You tilt your head, batting your lashes, you looked so fuckable in that moment. Honey coated eyes staring back at him, starry under the light of the moon that peaked through the clouds. They were wide, drinking in his every reaction, growing darker the more he let his resolve slip. Yet they were still somehow innocent, nearly begging him to take over. “I need you, please,”

It’s not as if you had spent the last hour and a half trying to get Kuroo to stuff you full of his cock on a bus full of his teammates. Body buzzing with excitement each time he would feed into your games instead of shutting you down with a chaste kiss and a promise of making it up to you later. “Is that so kitten?” The words come out a little too shaky for Kuroo’s liking, his nostrils flaring as he tries to regulate his breathing. “Tell me kitten, what do you want me to do?” His fingers clasp around your wrist that worked against him, pushing it to your side before his fingers were between your thighs. His fingers pop the button of your shorts with ease before slipping beneath the fabric, twitching to feel your arousal for him.

“Fuck me!” It seems like the most obvious thing, even as Kuroo’s pushing his hand down your shorts. You gasp when you feel his cold feels against your warm slit, the contrast in temperature causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. You want to continue to beg him to fuck you but the feeling of two of his fingers swiping down your slit, bumping into your clit a few times, just to keep you on edge, has you shutting your mouth. “Please!” You whine, grinding your hips against his palm, just in time for Kuroo to slide two of his fingers into your wet entrance. He meets your thrust with more force than necessary, a loud, wet pop sounding throughout the bus.

“Fuck,” Kuroo stops, his fingers still between your thighs, still buried up to the second knuckle inside your fluttering walls. He looks over his seat, checking to see if anyone noticed. He’s thankful to turn and find all his teammates busting themselves one way or another, most having in headphones while a couple others met online to play a few games. “We gotta be quiet, kitten,” Kuroo buries his face in your neck, placing a few wet kisses along the skin of your collarbone before clamping down. He sucks the skin into his mouth as he pushes his fingers deeper into you, chuckling a little at the way your hips lift in a pathetic attempt to meet his thrusts.

“Kuroo-“ you whine, hips unrhythmic as they lift off the seat to bury Kuroo’s fingers deep inside you. Kuroo stops his movements, letting you fuck yourself against his fingers as his other hand tugs down your shirt, a silent prayer going through his mind as he’s met with bare skin.

“Hmm, you’re so hot baby,” Kuroo pulls his hand from your shorts and goes to lift you up, wanting you on his lap. You shake your head and ground yourself in your seat, putting down all your weight so he was unable to lift you. “What the hell’s wrong now?” Kuroo’s hands move to the underside of your thighs, giving another glance around the bus before he’s tugging you into his lap. It takes a second before you’re situated, facing him as you lift yourself from his lap. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kuroo whisper-shouts, grabbing your hips to plant you firmly in his lap. Your eyes widen at his rough actions, a small moan slipping past your lips when you feel his bulge against your clothed core. “You’re not still on that I’m too big shit are ya?” Kuroo asks but doesn’t wait for an answer, dipping his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks on the bud, eyes snapping open to look you in yours as he sucks what he could fit of your titty into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Your hands run through his messy raven locks, pulling at the soft tuffs as he switched tits. His eyes stay on yours the whole time. He was waiting for an answer, you decide. “Y-yeah-“ you’re almost embarrassed to admit it, wanting to curl into a ball the way your boyfriend pulls away to look at you. The expression across his face is unreadable, you can’t tell if he’s still turned on, pissed, or upset. His brows furrow as he thinks of what to say next, his hands doing the talking as they move to take two handfuls of your ass in their grasp. He continues to stare at you for a second more before a growl rips from his throat, rumbling through his chest.

“I don’t know what little boys you had in America baby, but trust me, I can handle you.” Kuroo’s nails dig into the fabric of your shorts, pulling you closer, simultaneously grinding your core against his bulge. Your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip to stop the moan that bubbles in the back of your throat. “Don’t you think so?” Kuroo’s fingers are working against your shorts, tugging them down until he could shove them between him and the seat. “No panties either?” Kuroo clicks his tongue, playfully shaking his head as he continues to scold you. “Kitten, did you come on this bus expecting me to fuck you.”

Yes. Is what you want to say, you knew he’d give in, he always gave in. “N-no,” your answer receives a sharp slap to your left ass cheek, the sound echoing throughout the bus. You and Kuroo share a look, only the bus driver looking back to find the source of the noise. With the lights out he could barely make out the silhouette of you sitting on Kuroo’s lap, luckily enough for the two of you, it just looked like Kuroo. “I’m not lying,” you plead, receiving another slap, this time a little gentler to stop the spreading of the reverb. Kuroo’s lips tug into a small smirk, his brow linking as he waited for you to tell him the truth. “Okay, fine!” You pout, crossing your arms as you try to stand your ground as much as possible. “I didn’t wear any panties because I knew you’d fuck me on the bus!”

Kuroo chuckles at this, wrapping his arms around your body as you continue to spew your lewd thoughts. A few of them had Kuroo stirring in his pants, cock eager to act out the scenarios that slipped past your lips. “Such a good kitten,” Kuroo’s fingers trace your spine, the soft touch a harsh comparison to the way your hips move against his, pleading for him to finally fuck you. “Telling me all your dirty little fantasies,” One of Kuroo’s hands move to free himself from his sweats, pulling them down just enough. His cock springs up between the two of you, the bead of arousal at his tip shiny under the moonlight. Your mouth waters, wishing you could bend over and take him down your throat then and there. Some things truly did have to wait until you were off the bus. “I know, kitten,” Kuroo lifts you up, hovering you over his cock. “I want you to suck it too,” he sounds like a child who’s had his toy snatched away, rubbing the thick head of his cock along your slit. “But that’ll just have to wait,” with that he pulls you down into his lap, bottoming out with the solid motion.

“Shit Kur-“ your words die on lips as Kuroo slaps a hand over your mouth, hips working up into yours. Your eyes widen, a little upset he had to shut you up. Nonetheless, the pleasure of his thick cock rubbing deliciously against your sensitive walls has you reeling.

“I really need you to be quiet kitten,” Kuroo moves his hand from you mouth and placed a finger over his lips, a final sign to tell you to keep it down before he takes your hips in his hands. “Can you do that kitten? Can you stay quiet for me?” Kuroo doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s lifting his hips to push into you once again. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, fingers hastily gripping at his shoulders. “You’re so tight kitten,” Kuroo grunts, kissing at the skin of your chest. Your irregular breathing, and the rise and fall of your chest is enough to bring Kuroo back from the edge. His cock twitching against your walls, aching for release. “You know you really piss me off with all that negative talk,” Kuroo reiterates each of his words with a soft thrust, lips moving across the skin of your chest, pressing a few stray kisses to your collarbones before he plants a big, wet kiss on your lips. “Maybe it’s just me but ever since I first saw you I knew I had to make you mine,” Kuroo’s thrust are picking up in pace once again, his hands gripping your hips tighter, using the grip to pull you down against him.

“Yeah?” You giggle, pushing your forehead against his. You give him a couple of kisses for his words, your heart swelling at his confession. “You wanted me that bad?” Kuroo’s ready to answer with a hell yeah before another voice interrupts the two of you. Kuroo’s hips stop much to his dismay, both of you looking over at the culprit. You find Lev, half asleep, leaning out of his seat as he’s whispering something to the two of you. “Kuroo what do we do?” You’re frozen in fear, eyes focused on the still babbling boy. Lev stops talking after a few seconds and leans back in his sleep, body going slump as he allows a peaceful sleep to take over him once against.

“Were you scared kitten?” Kuroo sounds stressed, and your eyes flicker back to him to find him with his brows furrowed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tries to stay focused. “Oh really?” Is his response when you meekly nod, bottom lip quivering a little as the nerves of almost being caught wash over you. “Then why are you squeezing me so tight?” You hadn’t noticed until he said something, hiding your face in his neck at his accusation. “Don’t be shy now kitten,” It’s easier to move this way, his hips picking up speed once again. “Especially not when you’re gushing around my cock like that,” you can hear it, every squelch as he pushes into you, every pop as he pulls out. He was making a mess between your thighs and the both of you knew it. “You wanna come kitten?” He suckles on the tip of his thumb before pushing it against your bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles against the aching bud. “You gotta tell me how beautiful you are,” your face drops just in time, Kuroo’s finger stopping over your clit as you hesitate. “It’s simple really baby, tell me all the things that make you, you,”

You have half the mind to slap him, frustrated by his antics. There you sat, on a bus full of people, filled to the brim with his cock and he wants to draw it out? You didn’t mind when he got like this, all mushy, all lovey dovey, especially when you were the subject but you were beyond turned on and his ministrations weren’t helping. “Kuroo you know I love you, I love especially when you try to make me feel better but I need to come!” You whine, rolling your hips against his, letting out a small giggle when he grunts, stilling your hips once again.

“Then you know what you have to do.” Kuroo drops his thumb to your clit again, settling for sloppy movements as you ground yourself against him. “Tell me baby, tell me everything that makes you beautiful,” your eyes are shaking, tears filling the brims. How could he be so damn cute and hot at the same time? You can barely even focus on your response when you can feel his cock pulsating against your walls, the stopping of his thrusts allowing you to feel it all.

“I’m beautiful because of the skin I’m in.” You start off, just as Kuroo would do and his thumb presses harder against your clit, egging you on. “It’s dark, kissed by the sun itself,” those words always make you giggle, especially when Kuroo places a kiss to your nose after saying them each time. This time is no different, his lips pouted even as they kiss your nose, even as they move to your lips. “I have plump lips,” you give him a couple of kisses before leaning forward, whispering the next few words directly into his ear. “They’re oh so very nice when I’m sucking you off aren’t they?” Kuroo growls, hips slamming up against your ass. You were pushing him and you knew it.

“Kitten,” it’s meant to serve as a warning, for you to continue but the look you give him as you’re teetering on the edge is enough for him to give you what you want. Kuroo watches in awe as you throw your head back against the seat, eyes screwed shut as the pleasure rushed through your veins. Your neck looks so delectable right now, his lips twitching to attach to the skin. Your shirt is still pulled down so it’s bunched up below your tits, causing them to sit up, all nice and perky. Kuroo’s mouth waters, he wants to take them into his mouth again, suck on them until you were begging him to stop but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face. Especially when you softly called out his name as he pushed you through your orgasm. “Hmm, you did so good kitten,” You fall into his chest, face hiding in his neck as he repeats his praises. You can feel his planting cool kisses against your heated skin, talking you through the aftermaths of your orgasm.

“Fill me up Kuroo,” The words are weak, barely above a whisper, coming out in a broken forum. Your body is spent, uneven breaths hitting Kuroo’s neck. “Please,” that’s it, that’s all he needed, his cock twitching as he does as you ask. You hum in content, whispering softly as he fills you with his seed. It’s so much, spilling out your gaping hole as Kuroo pulls you off of him. He’s quick to give you your shorts, instructing you to put them on before Lev decides he wants to actually wake up this time. “Thank you,” you smile, snuggling into his side after the two of you are dressed and presentable.

“Of course kitten,” Kuroo dips his head to catch your lips in a quick kiss, pulling away as quickly as he was there. “If I ever hear you talking all that shit about yourself again, I guess I’ll just have to show you how beautiful you really are,” you go to respond to his words, a wide smile breaking across your features as you realize he truly did find you beautiful.

“Kuroo-“

“I don’t understand how the two of you can’t go two hours without fucking!”

“Oops!”

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Galactica, Chapter 67 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca introduced the world to her scandalous new girlfriend (in spite of strong disapproval from her friends, especially Fame), and Violet worried about Sutan’s friends accepting her.

This Chapter: Team Adult gather at Fame and Patrick’s for their annual chosen-family Christmas party.

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“No, no, not that one!” Fame stepped in front of the catering girl, picking up the wine glass she had just put on the dining room table. Fame held it up, catching the rim of it on the light, a smudge of white haze clearly clinging to the glass.

“Look at this!” Fame handed it to the woman, “Rewash. Now.”

The girl ran off, and Fame sighed, annoyance at the inconvenience of it all crawling under her skin. It was incredible how she always had to go through everyone's work with a fine-tooth comb, the ability to do things right the first time worryingly rare.

The dining room was almost complete, a crisp white table cloth spread out, glittering baubles in silver and glass placed in between plates and cutlery.

They would start the evening in the parlor, the bartender she had hired ready to make drinks for everyone as waiters moved through the crowd with trays of hors d'oeuvres. After that, they’d come here to the dining room for dinner, while dessert would be served in the living room.

Fame had perfected the seating chart, making sure to put Raja and Sutan on separate ends of the table so they wouldn’t speak Indonesian all night, Karl and Raven kept separate as well so they wouldn’t snap at each other, while Bianca had been sat as far away from Detox as possible so he couldn’t question her about anything related to the very unfortunate situation of Courtney.

(Fame had every expectation that it would all crash and burn, and honestly, the sooner it happened the better, Bianca’s newest brain damage doomed to fail from the start.)

She moved a fork with the tip of her finger, making sure it was perfectly straight, another wave of annoyance rolling over her at the thought.

“Having a good time?”

Fame looked over her shoulder, just to see Patrick stand in the doorframe, a smile on his face, his hair still wet from the shower he had taken after Charles’ evening walk. He was wearing the outfit she had put out for him, the blue wool sweater making him look absolutely fantastic, the new chinos she had ordered perfect on his legs.

“Are you giving me attitude too?” Fame fought the impulse to roll her eyes, Patrick always poking fun at her attention to detail, even though he never complained when she made sure their life ran like clockwork.

“Oh never,” Patrick pushed away from the door, the smile still on his face as he walked over. “But you deserve it sometimes.”

“You’re so fortunate I promised for better or worse when we got married.”

“If this is for worse,” Patrick leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. “I’m sure I can manage.”

***

Karl braced himself from the cold as he pressed down the doorbell, a piece of opera he didn’t recognize playing out because Fame never did anything halfway, ever.

He had come directly from London, only stopping at his hotel for a quick shower and a change of clothes, the catnap he had taken in his first class seat barely enough to tide him over. He’d planned a week in New York to see his friends and get some work stuff done with the American head office of Elite before going home for Christmas with his family.

The door opened, and Karl looked up to see Patrick stand there, a big smile on his face.

“Karl!”

“So good to see you,” Karl smiled, responding to the tight hug Patrick gave him, the man quickly taking his coat and directing him upstairs to the parlor.

It was always exciting to see what theme Fame had gone with, the live string quartet that was seated in a corner promising him one of her more extravagant moods.

In spite of his desire to always play it cool, a smile immediately broke out on his face at the sight of his friends.

God, he had really missed them.

Raja and Detox were standing near an enormous white Christmas tree decorated with silver ribbons and glass baubles, the usual Persian rug exchanged for a pure white one he was fairly certain had been bought just to fit this year's Christmas aesthetic.

“Raja, De!” Karl grinned, his friends greeting him with hugs, Raja pressing a kiss against his cheek, the patchouli scent that always clung to her wonderfully familiar. She was wearing a blue suit with a deep neckline, several golden necklaces hanging from her neck, one of them so long it was tucked between her tits. She was stunning as always, but he loved Raja’s bitchiness most of all. The years had made her more diplomatic,however, the judgemental asshole was still in there--now, it just took a cocktail or three to get her out.

“Love the hair,” Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to convey how sarcastic that compliment was, Detox’s hair a shade of bright, fire-engine red. “Dyed it for the holidays?”

“How’d you know?” Detox smirked. He was reliably the worst-dressed in every room, tonight donning a red velour blazer, white shirt, red bowtie and white pants, hair only slightly more horrible than the entire ensemble. “It’s gone over better than the Halloween green.”

“Much better,” Raja drawled with a grimace, and they all laughed, which drew Fame over.

“Karl!” Fame smiled, opening her arms. “Oh look at you!” She pulled him in for a hug, pressing a kiss against his cheek, her hands as always surprisingly cold.

“Look at you,” Karl took a step back, holding Fame’s hands in his so she wouldn’t run away, Fame constantly fretting and correcting in her evergoing quest to be the perfect hostess. “Fucking stunning.”

Fame giggled, the flattery clearly getting to her, and Karl couldn’t help but love her. She was wearing her signature white, a structured dress ending just above her knees, the neckline classy and sexy, her blonde hair in a curly updo.

“Where’s your drink?” Fame tilted her head, her teeth biting into her red lip.

“I’ll go get one.” Karl released her, making his way across the room, but first stopping when he saw Adore. She was in a black dress and her typical loosely-tied combat boots, hovering over a waiter to snag appetizers from his tray. It was comforting, Karl realized, how much these people never changed.

“It might be time,” Karl slung an arm around her neck, his cufflinks almost catching on her hair, “to start paying a little attention to your diet, hon.”

“It’s the holidays,” Adore grinned, her mouth full, and Karl couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t have to listen to me,” Karl released her with a shrug. “But when you’re fat, I will have no sympathy.”

“I just love you fashion people,” Adore rolled her eyes. “Obsessed with superficial nonsense.”

“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, my dear,” Karl smiled.

“Well that’s a fucking lie,” Adore grinned, pushing her hair over her shoulder as she took his arm and led him towards the couches. “Have you ever had the cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster? Or any form of fried cheese?”

“Oh god,” Juju groaned, already sitting amongst the plush white pillows, her belly basically a perfect ball on her tiny frame. “I would kill for those cheddar biscuits right now. But I guess I’ll settle for you...Hi, stranger!”

Juju reached her arms up towards Karl and he laughed, bending over to kiss her cheek.

“Nice to see you too, Juju. You’re looking...uh…”

“I’m a fucking whale, you can say it,” Juju sighed, shaking her head.

“Nah, it takes all the fun out of it when you say it first,” Karl told her with a cheeky grin.

“Leave her alone, bitch! She’s glowing and gorgeous!” Raven came up behind them, looking exactly like the supermodel she was, not a hair or an inch of fabric out of place. She handed a full plate of appetizers to Juju, adding, “Here you go, love.”

“Really? You didn’t have to!” Juju smiled brightly, taking the plate. “You’re the best.”

“Come on Juju,” Karl grinned, tapping her leg. “You know she’s only doing that in case she ever gets pregnant, so we all have to kiss her ass and wait on her hand and foot.”

“Hey!” Raven exclaimed, a hand on her hip. “I resent that.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no.” Raven laughed, leaning over to give Karl a hug and a kiss.

They chatted for a bit, catching up on everything that had happened since he was last in New York. If anyone had told him twenty years ago that his closest friend group would be mostly lesbian women and straight couples, he’d have laughed in their face. But now, years later, here he was, hearing about Adore’s newest lesbian punk band, Juju’s pregnancy, and Raven’s search for the perfect wedding invitations.

“Karl!” He turned around to see Fame, arms crossed and brow furrowed, voice scolding as she asked, “You still don’t have a drink?”

“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, making a sweeping gesture towards Adore, Raven and Juju. “I guess I just got distracted by all this feminine grace and beauty.”

“Eat a dick!” Adore retorted, mouth full once again.

“Happily,” he shot back. “Who’s serving?”

Fame wrinkled her nose, taking Karl by the shoulders and gently guiding him towards the bar, where he was met by a bizarre sight, Patrick and Bianca standing side by side and chatting, both smiling and drinking what looked to be schnapps.

Karl had honestly expected Bianca to be public enemy number one of the friend group right now. Raja had caught him up in an email after he saw the pictures of Bianca with her newest blonde, who was apparently Fame’s assistant, Raja always the one to go to if you needed a detailed update on the alliances and altercations in the friend group.

He wouldn’t lie--he was a bit excited to witness the drama of it all. Unfortunately, in this moment, everything seemed disappointingly copacetic.

He was just about to say hello to Bianca when a blood-curdling scream came from upstairs. Detox took off, running up the stairs two at a time to attend to whichever one of his twins was having a meltdown.

When Kelly was little, Karl understood why they had to drag her around to events. But now, both Detox and Juju had established careers and plenty of money to afford child care at home, so it made no sense to him that they were there with the nanny instead of home with the nanny--though at least they knew enough to keep them blessedly out of sight, probably parked in front of a TV upstairs.

“Jesus christ,” Bianca groaned, and Karl nodded, the screams of children surely their own category of horrible.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he chuckled, and Bianca grinned, pulling him in for a hug.

“We need to get him a drink,” Fame said to the bartender, apparently unable to relax until he was properly lubricated.

“You’re been spending a lot of energy trying to get me drunk,” Karl said. “You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?”

Bianca guffawed. “You two would truly be a match made in hell, huh?”

“You’d know all about matches made in hell, wouldn’t you?” Karl asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Bianca narrowed her own eyes at him for a second, then laughed slightly, shaking her head. “Good one, bitch.”

“Karl,” Fame whined, gesturing towards the bartender.

“Alright, alright. Uh, can I just get a triple tequila on the rocks?” He turned to Fame, asking, “Happy? This’ll catch me up quick.”

Fame gave a satisfied nod, but then Karl was distracted by his name being called from across the room.

“Karl!”

Karl turned around to see Sutan at the top of the stairs and he instantly abandoned everyone at the bar to go greet him.

“It’s so good to see you!” Sutan smiled brightly, pulling him into the tightest hug and holding him close, the two men locked in an embrace.

Karl had really truly missed Sutan, emailing or calling not the same as actually being with his friend, even though they were in contact almost every single day. He was so overjoyed that he almost didn’t notice the dark-haired woman standing at Sutan’s side, a pair of crutches under her arms.

“Violet, this is Karl, one of my closest friends who unfortunately abandoned us to go live in London,” Sutan said, punching him affectionately on the arm. “Karl, meet Violet.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Violet said, balancing one of her crutches to shake his hand.

If anything positive could be said about Sutan’s dreadful taste in women, it was that they generally had a strong sense of personal style, and this one was no exception. She wore a deep green dress with a high neck and long sleeves, the cut flattering on her slender frame and hiding her cast.

For a moment, he was almost impressed- until he noticed that she was barely paying him any attention, her eyes all over the room behind him like she was looking for something.

“You too, Violet,” Karl said. “I love this dress. Is it Versace?”

“Yes.” Violet glanced at Sutan, who put an arm around her, looking very proud of the incredibly mediocre first impression his girlfriend had just made. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” After a moment of awkward silence, Karl gave a tense smile.

Good lord, this girl was dull as rocks.

It never failed to astound him how Sutan wound up with such basic bitches. He supposed that it had something to do with how laid-back he was: he almost never chose the girls; they chose him.

Although if his idiotic grin could be believed, he was strangely gaga over this one.

Karl knew he should have told him to just call Violet back in September, being ignored by her clearly terrible for Sutan’s critical thinking skills and decision making.

“Karl, you left without your drink,” Fame said, handing over the glass, and suddenly Karl was grateful for her relentless hounding, taking a huge swallow and letting the tequila burn down his throat.

“So…” Karl looked back at Violet. “I hear you two have been shacking up.”

He loved Sutan with his entire heart, but the man wasn’t easy to live with since he always put work first, wasn’t easy to be around - not even with a broken foot. But if Sutan’s emails were to be believed, there hadn’t been any issues at all, which meant Karl had to do his own digging.

“How’s that going?”

“It’s been great,” Sutan laughed, “Right, lovely eyes?”

Karl had to use all of his strength not to retch at that particular nickname, studying Violet’s reaction. Upon closer inspection, her face was not quite as pretty as she looked at first glance, especially the set of her lips--resting bitch face was an understatement, everything about her mean and distant.

“Yes. Great.”

Karl couldn’t pinpoint it, but her tone was terrible, dry and uninterested, like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Can I-” Violet looked around the room. “I need to sit down-”

“Right. Sorry!” Sutan looked around, spotting empty seats near the bar. “Come on Karl!”

***

Bianca wandered towards the girls with her drink in hand, dropping a kiss to the top of Juju’s head before gesturing to the sofa.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead!” Juju smiled up at her, one of her hands resting on her belly, “Although at the rate I’m growing, there may not be room for you much longer.”

“Ha!” Bianca sat down, placing her drink on the side table. “So I guess I shouldn’t ask how you’re feeling?”

“I’m feeling like a cow,” Jujubee complained, though she was rubbing her thumb up and down, gently petting her belly. “Thank God this is the last one, and that there is only one this time. Another set of twins would have killed me.”

“I’m very glad to say I can’t relate,” Bianca laughed.

“Oh, come on, Bianca, you’ve been a mother,” Raven said, her voice silky smooth, lashing fluttering as she continued, “I mean you practically raised Adore and just adopted a new baby, right?”

Bianca knew, of course, that this was Raven’s sad attempt at a joke about Courtney’s age, and she rolled her eyes, asking, “Wanna get to the punchline, cunt?”

“There’s no punchline! I just think you’re a great person for being so generous with today’s youth,” Raven said proudly, and Bianca responded with another eye roll.

“Where is your little conquest tonight, anyway?” Juju asked, sitting up straight as Detox came back down the stairs, thankfully without a toddler on his arm.

“Working.”

“Oh...what a shame,” Raven clucked. “I was really looking forward to having her catch me up on Sesame Street.”

“Princess please, she’s obviously watching a big girl show like Dora the Explorer,” Raja cut in, settling down beside Raven on the loveseat.

“You know what, you’re both assholes.”

“Maybe we just think you can do better, Bibi,” Raja shrugged, putting an arm around Raven.

“Exactly,” Fame piled on, perching delicately in a chair. “I mean for god’s sake, Bianca, I’ve seen her wear neon. You can’t be with someone like that.”

“Yeah, well, neons are back,” Bianca grumbled.

“Neons are great,” Detox grinned, settling beside his wife. “Very in amongst high schoolers.”

Bianca attempted a smile, but it came out more like a sneer. She’d been expecting this, of course, but it was still annoying. She looked around, craning her neck to try and spot her sister.

Where was Adore? Surely she’d be just as annoyed at everyone talking shit about her best friend, but she was probably sneaking a cigarette on the back terrace or hiding upstairs with the kids.

“I think she’s great,” Juju said, and Bianca was grateful for at least one person on her side, ignoring the eye rolls from the peanut gallery as Juju continued, “She’s sweet, smart, spunky, I totally get why you like her.”

“Thank you! See, this is why you’re my favorit-”

“But she’s too young for you,” Juju finished, and Bianca scoffed. She should have known there’d be a ‘but’ coming.

“I’ve always hated you,” she said flatly, taking a swig of her wine as the others laughed. “But come on. She’s in her 20s, what’s the big deal?”

“She’s on the wrong end of her 20s,” Juju said with a light grimace, Detox nodding at her side.

“No, she isn’t. She went to school with Adore. So she’s what, mid 20s? That’s not even-”

“She’s 21,” Adore said, choosing that moment to return, flopping down onto the floor next to the sofa with a full plate of snacks, casually adding. “She graduated early.”

“When are you flying to New Orleans again?” Bianca asked, and Adore laughed.

“Listen, don’t be mad at me. I totally ship it; you know that,” Adore said, handing Bianca a napkin with a mini quiche as an apology.

Bianca took it, chucking her sister on the cheek before barreling on.

“By the way, you’re all a bunch of hypocrites, because nobody gave Tan shit like this when he started dating Violet!" Bianca gestured towards the bar where Sutan and Violet were chatting with Karl and Patrick.

“Wait, we didn't give him shit?” said Juju. “Oh man, I gotta think of some jokes.”

“Bianca, listen,” Fame said. “The real problem is that she’s barely competent-”

“Rude,” Adore muttered, and Bianca rewarded her loyalty with a shoulder squeeze.

“I’m just saying, she already has enough trouble focusing on her work. I don’t need you breaking her heart,” Fame said pointedly.

“Look, she really has improved since she first started,” Raja said, continuing with an arrogant wave of her hand. “I see her growth, as minimal as it is to me. I just don’t think this is the best idea you’ve had regarding relationships.”

“Duly noted,” Bianca snapped, gripping her glass tightly, more than ready to change the subject.

When they finally moved on, she did her best to follow the conversation about everyone’s vacation plans, but found herself still feeling tense and irritated. She excused herself from the group to go get another drink, then instead headed upstairs to have a moment of peace and quiet.

***

Courtney pulled her coat tighter around herself, grateful that at least she now had protection from the freezing cold wind and rain whipping around her. It had been a long couple of days--weather miserably gray, full of stressful end-of-year fire drills. She’d finally finished putting together the long list of Miss Fame’s business contacts so that she could approve gifts and holiday cards, and was anxious to get home.

Her stomach clenched when her phone began to buzz in her handbag, praying that it wouldn’t be some urgent task that required her to turn around and go back to the office. Surely Miss Fame had her hands full tonight with her party.

When she saw that it was Bianca calling, a big smile broke out on her face. She stepped under an awning to answer.

“B! Hi!” Courtney exclaimed, “I figured you’d be busy with your friends all night.”

“I decided to take a break from the festivities,” Bianca said flatly, and Courtney laughed.

“Having fun, huh?” She tilted her head, hand twirling a lock of hair.

“Oh yeah. What about you? Are you still at work?”

“No, I’m walking to the train,” Courtney said.

“How would you feel about hopping into a cab and coming to my place instead?” Bianca asked.

Courtney looked at the time on her phone, confused. There was no way they already ate dinner, it was barely 8.

“Aren’t you gonna be there for awhile?”

“I think I’m gonna skip out early,” Bianca said with a sigh. “I’m just not feeling it tonight. So, whaddaya say? Thai?”

“Are you sure?” Courtney asked, holding her breath. Of course, dinner and an evening with Bianca was about a thousand times better than the night of cup-o-noodles and Netflix on her phone that she had planned, but she also knew how important Bianca’s friends were to her. “I don’t want to take you away from them if-”

“I’m sure. Please come. I really want to see you.”

Warmth filled Courtney’s chest as she took a deep breath, her smile now so big that it threatened to crack her face in two.

“I’m on my way.”

“Great. See you soon, angel.”

***

“Where do you think you’re going?” Fame demanded, a hand on her hip. She’d noticed Bianca slip from the room earlier and had followed her, her friend now coming downstairs, coat on and cell phone in hand.

Bianca looked down at Fame, a slightly guilty expression on her face and Fame instantly felt her stomach clench.

“I’m...I’m sorry, blondie, I’m just not feeling up for the whole thing tonight.” She let out a sigh, adding, “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already,” Fame informed her, brow furrowed. She had no idea why Bianca was being like this. Of all people, Fame would think that she’d be the first one to be able to take a few jokes about her ill-fated relationship.

She’d certainly dished it enough to all of them over the years.

“Well, I am,” Bianca said, but made no move to remove her coat or put it back as she came down the last few steps, still clearly planning to leave.

“Wait Bianca, what about dinner?” Fame exclaimed, finding it easier to focus on food than her feeling of being abandoned by someone she considered her closest friend on such an important night, her stomach in knots. “We haven’t even had the first course!”

“Would you rather I left in the middle of the meal?” Bianca asked.

“No, I would rather you stayed and had a good time and stopped being so...so…” Fame was looking for the words, anger and fear and worry swirling in her guts.

“Please,” Bianca pressed a kiss to Fame’s cheek. “I’ll owe you one, okay?”

“No. No. This is not okay!” Fame burst out, refusing to accept how this conversation was going, how Bianca was being so incredibly selfish, the fact that she already owed her several ‘ones’ clearly forgotten by her friend. “It’s not okay. I really don’t understand this, we’re just looking out for you.”

“I know. But I’d rather skip ahead to the part where you guys are happy for me.” Bianca sighed, rolling her eyes, and it hit Fame like a punch to the stomach. “Which I assume you will be, eventually.”

Fame groaned. It seemed like Bianca was determined to take this little fling way too seriously, daring to prioritize someone completely new over all of them.

Fame only hoped that when it all crashed and burned, she’d have a functioning office. She shook her head, resigned to the fact that Bianca really was leaving early, skipping out on what was usually her favorite night of the year.

“Merry Christmas, blondie.”

“Merry Christmas,” Fame grumbled back, barely patting her on the back when Bianca hugged her goodbye.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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Hey, if you’re will, would you write something where Bucky or Seb and the reader are at a gala or red carpet event and the reader just seems off and later when they’re home she confesses someone grabbed her ass and it made her comfortable. And he’s reassuring that her feelings are valid and she’s allowed to be upset that that happened. And lots of cuddling

A/N: to everyone and anyone who has been groped, cat called or suffered from any sort of sexual harassment, your feelings are valid, you are valid don’t let anyone tell you otherwise xx

Sebastian was over the moon that Y/N had finally agreed to go with him to one of his public events. She had always been a bit of a stranger to the spotlight working normally with the composers for various movies. That was how she’d met him back when they were filming the Winter Soldier and the composer, Henry Jackman, brought her along to help her write a theme for the winter soldier. Sebastian remembered the first time he saw her when visiting the sound studios, he knew from that instant second that he was the one. Now, she was no actress and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer to date someone in the same profession as him but she was caring, she was a forgiving person and the only girl in the world that he wanted to get back home with. However, she was not one for premieres or public events even if she or her team were nominated, she’d rather stay at home alone from the spotlight and let Sebastian, who was. a veteran of dealing with the cameras, deal with it. Nevertheless, as the relationship progressed and became more serious, he found himself wanting to bring her along and show her off to the world.

After having a pretty bad time at the last premiere due to a reporter teasing him about the fact that his girlfriend was not by his side, Y/N decided to join him in the UK premiere of his new movie. She had even contacted one of her old famous friends to help her get a stylist for the occasion and she had to admit it was fun to get all dressed up.

Sebastian finished getting dressed in the suit he’d ask her to pick and walked into the bathroom to check his hair to find her finishing getting ready. She was putting her earrings on but it wasn’t her earrings he was interested in, it was the dress she was wearing. It was a long vibrant red dress with a sash wrapped around her waist, showing off her very beautiful figure, and a deep décolletage cut that made him want to skip the premiere all together. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek to hear her moan about him ruining her makeup.

- You look stunning, babe. - he kissed her exposed shoulder but she shook him off, lightly stabbing him in the chest with her makeup brush. - It was just a kiss.

- I know what your “just a kiss” mean. - she walked from the bathroom and into their hotel room to grab her purse and coat. - We are not gonna be late.

- Can you blame me for being excited over that dress? - Sebastian chuckled, offering his arm for her to wrap hers around. They took the lift to the hall where they got into the car which would drive them to premiere. Y/N was scared yet excited and that feeling only grew as they got close to the flashlights of the cameras.

Sebastian was the first to leave the car, going around to open the door for her and offering her hand to help her out. They both stood in line to walk the red carpet, various people including Sebastian’s friends came by to compliment her and congratulate her on coming. Their turn finally came to walk the red carpet and she held onto him for dear life as he whispered in her ear where to look and what to do as the fans and reporters screamed for her name.

- I’ll have to go and do some interviews now, babe. - he whispered against her ear and she nodded. One of the men working the event took in to help her walk out of the red carpet to where she would wait for him to finish his press.

- Don’t you look hot, lass. - he brought his hand downwards, leaning it against her bum. She was about to complain about the closeness when she felt the unknown man grab her ass which made her stop breathing for a few seconds. The noise and flashlights suddenly became to much and she joined the other stars’ patterns, putting her coat back on and holding it shut.

Sebastian took at least half hour to return from the press, half hour Y/N stood in her spot, clutching onto her coat, disassociating from the environment around her, only thinking about that moment.

- C’mon, let’s find our seats. - Sebastian took her off her plane of thought, placing his hand on her back to lead her. She instead jerked at his touch, moving away from him. He found it odd, Y/N was pretty much a PDA person, she adored cuddling. He shrugged it off as maybe her being uncomfortable by the new environment however once they got inside the theatre to watch the movie and he tried to put his arm around her which she denied was when stuff started to look iffy for him. Y/N spent the whole movie with her head lowered which was another surprise for him. Their common friends always seemed to say that Y/N was Sebastian’s biggest fan but right now she seemed to be a bigger fan of her shoes.

The no touch policy continued even when they got into the car, her face going to face the window instead of him, avoiding all conversation he tried to start and every kiss he tried to give her.

- Y/N, are you alright? - he asked once they got inside the hotel room. He didn’t want to ask in the car, he didn’t need to have the driver know about her or his life. She just nodded, bitting onto her lips and that’s when he noticed her eyes starting to water. He rushed over to her side, cocking his head a bit. - You are not alright, you’re about to cry.

- They grabbed me. - she mumbled, playing around with her nails which she normally did when nervous.

- Who grabbed you? - he cupped her face, trying to make her look at him.

- After the pictures, when you went to do press, the man who took me he grabbed my ass. - she said breaking down in tears. He held her against his chest, his blood boiling at the thought of someone touching her and guilt raising due to leaving her alone. - And it’s my fault.

- How is it your fault, it’s not your fault, Y/N. - he was angry. Not once in his relationship had he seen her this distraught.

- It’s the dress, it’s too revealing. - suddenly the constant clutching of the coat made sense to him, she was trying to hide.

- Even if you were naked who the fuck is he to fucking touch you without your permission. - he held her hand, the grip on the coat loosening up. - Y/N, no one has the right to touch you without your consent.

- I’m just being silly. - she cleaned her tears away with the hand he wasn’t holding. - I ruined your big night.

- You’re not being silly and you didn’t ruin my big night. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I’m so sorry. - he sat her down on the bed. - Would some cuddling and Mad Men make you feel better?

- I just wanna get out of this dress. - she took her jacket off and walked into the bathroom. Sebastian got off the bed and walked over to his suitcase taking off the NASA sweatshirt that pretty much belonged to her as she was always walking around the house with it. He knocked on the bathroom door, opening it slightly and handing her the garment.

She came out the bathroom a few seconds later wearing the sweatshirt, face cleaned out of makeup and he still thought she looked stunning. She plopped down on the bed by his side and Sebastian pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead. As per usual, she put her leg over his waist, something he’d name “Y/N’s lovelock” much to her dismay. He felt her relax onto him as he turned on the TV to show her favourite tv show.

His thumb caressed her cheek, head tilted ever so slightly to look at her. He didn’t really care much for anything when she was upset.

- I love you, baby. - he softly whispered to her. - I’ll make sure I discover who he is and then I’ll fight him.

- We’ve had this conversation before, Sebastian. Just because you play Bucky Barnes, doesn’t mean you can fight like Bucky Barnes. - she tilted her head to stare at him, her characteristic sly smile appearing on her lips.

- I’d fight anyone for my girl if they upset her or try to touch her.

- Aren’t you mad that I ruined your night?

- No, being here with you is what makes my night. Not some premiere. You make my night.

- You make my night too.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes

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night-raven-dorms · 5 years

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Spicy Headcanons

A/N: Yup. This is my milestone celebration gift. I just want to say a big BIG thank you to everyone for following because I was honestly not expecting the blog to grow this quickly. I made this blog with the mentality that it would get lost in the sea of blogs that are so much better than this one. Then a week later I get smacked in the face with 50 followers, and now we’re hitting close to 100. That being said, I decided to combine the 50 and 100 milestone. Enjoy you spice lovers~! Also I’m just noticing now how long Malleus and Idia’s went on... whoops. Also I apologize if these are cringe

- The forever grateful GW

Idia Shroud:

A switch (I’ll explain later)

As you probably could all guess, he was shy about the first couple of times you did it, so you had to take lead

When he gets the hang of things

Have fun

One of the things that drives him wild is if and when you keep his sweatshirt on while you guys do it.

You have done a lot of things in his computer chair

You have, and multiple times, sucked his dick underneath his desk. A couple of times it lead to you riding him in the chair

Speaking of riding him, that’s his favorite position because he can see all of you. Not only that, but he can keep you close and kiss you

Luckily you don’t have the “dead fish” problem with him. He loves to hold your hips to set a pace, and he does thrust into you.

He’s a bit on the whiner side of moaning

Did I ever mention that he is a god with his mouth? Because he is.

The boy has woken you up by giving you head before on multiple occasions because he likes watching you slowly come to realization and come undone. Just saying

Hey, remember when I said he was a switch?

Well, one time you were being a tease and edging him on, and you could have sworn you saw his hair flicker red. You kept doing it and he suddenly flipped you over. His hair was dark red and he had a certain look in his eyes (if anyone has seen the “Idia online” picture someone did. Yeah it’s that one)

You didn’t walk after that one

Yeah, Idia has two modes: online red mode and blue mode

Blue Idia is a gentle, cute, submissive, bottom

Red Idia is a sexy hot piece of dominant top

Red Idia moans are 😚👌

Red Idia’s favorite position is face down ass up

It’S tHe BeSt oF bOtH wOrLdS

Also he probably builds his own toys. Ignihyde is the tech dorm

He has a thing for thigh high socks. Pass it on

He’s a butt guy. Just trust me.

And just between you and me... I heard he likes getting hickies from you

Malleus Draconia:

This boy is a gentle Dom. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and he doesn’t want to hurt you

Worships you like a god(dess). He doesn’t have a favorite part of your body. He loves all of you

Top but leaning switch. He likes to take charge, but if you want to ride him, go for it.

Guy or girl, he will treat you like a pillow princess. Like, he will literally take care of you in bed

(You’ll understand this one if you’ve read the Diasomnia dorm HC’s) Malleus puffing out smoke is oddly attractive and lowkey cute don’t @ me

It mostly happens when he gets frustrated. i.e. one time when he was close to cumming in your mouth, he huffed out of frustration when you suddenly stopped, and you could see a really light cloud of smoke escape his lips

Speaking of lips, he loves to kiss you when either of you are close. Tbh he just wants to show his love for you

Just because I keep mentioning how sweet he is, doesn’t mean he can’t be a little rough because he can, and will if asked/brought to that state

You can always tell when he’s like that because his pupils are dilated so thin

Even if his thrusts get deeper, harder, and faster he won’t ever harm you besides making you sore. Like – for example – you wanted him to choke you, he’ll only pit a hand around your neck but won’t actually commit to it

He’s actually pretty vanilla. The farthest he’s gone (so far at least) is blindfolding and ice play. He’s not really into the freaky during sex unlike a certain pink and black haired boy i know 👀

He loves it when you grip onto him

Listen, he’s probably touch starved let him have this

And give special love and attention to the two huge scars on his back. He’ll practically melt if you do

Btw, his favorite position is missionary because he can see all of you and other reasons stated above

Oh yeah,

He has stamina. And when I say stamina, I mean stamina

Azul Ashengrotto:

Another gentle dom... or so it seemed

The first couple of times, he treated you lovingly and was very gentlemanly about it. You could always tell something was off though

One day/night before you guys started you told him to “not hold back anymore” and he was hesitant about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Azul I’m not a piece of paper.”

Yeah, you couldn’t walk the next day

He’s got two modes (like Idia lol) one is where he’s loving, and the other is sadistic

He can and more than likely will dirty talk you. He’ll stop if you feel uncomfortable with it

There are two main places: the bedroom and his office

Being dorm leader and manager puts a lot of stress on him and he’s gotta release the stress and anger somehow

When you guys do it in the office, you’re bent over/on his work desk

Floyd and Jade hear you guys but don’t say anything. They do give you knowing glances though

Shower sex

One time you were messing around at the lounge and you found the employee uniforms and put one on. Azul walked in on you and just lost it

Jade and Floyd yeeted out of there real fast

There was the other time you dressed as a maid too

Alright look, I’m not saying he has tentacles, but he can probably summon some. Cue the “I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going”

One of the best people to give after care (the other being Vil, but that’s for another time). Like while you’re cleaning up he makes you your favorite drink, changes the sheets, helps you get dressed, and cuddles you until you fall asleep

Trey Clover:

One of the two tops in Heartslabyul

If any of you are surprised, look at his face. His face alone says it all

I hope you’re prepared because this boy is one of the rougher and riskier ones

He’s also a bastard

Quickies in the bathroom between classes. Somehow you both don’t get caught

I’m going to be very real with you, he’s a bit of a sadist

Orgasm denials you for fun

Enjoys watching you attempt to get yourself off when he suddenly stops using his hand

The type of person that just stops thrusting when he sees your about to cum

Listen, if you want to be on top, you gotta assert yourself. Like literally keep your hands on his chest and start moving (he knows he’s stronger than you and can probably flip you, but he let’s you do your thing)

Wall sex with impatient Trey. Just imagine it

Likes to mark your body with hickies. He’ll put it in places you can hide it. He’s not that much of an asshole

If you really want to turn the tables on him, suck his dick. Cool demeanor = gone

Has made an interesting way to tutor you for classes you struggle in

Aka the more questions you get right, the faster his hand goes. The more you get wrong it gets slower

Now you maybe wondering why I keep mentioning his hands. That’s because he has the “yaoi hands.” You know the guys hands that are super nice, big, with the long fingers

Listen, I know I said he’s a top, but one of his favorite positions is when your in his lap leaning back on him as he thrusts into you

One time you jokingly wore a crown, and he literally called you a king/queen the entire time. Safe to say you were shook

Divus Crewel:

Ah yes. Divus Crewel

He is all types of everything

Do I even need to make the joke of what position he likes the most? Because uh 🐶

He got you a beautifully made red collar. There was a doggy tag, but you take it off when you wear it in public so it looks like a choker. All the students are confused when the professor gets shaken up when his assistant walks in to hand him papers

Being with Divus means you have a lot of nice and pricy clothing. Lingerie included (for my females out there)

His favorite on you is black and red babydoll with little white bows. That plus one of his fur coats makes him feral crazy. Be ready to be pounded

You guys have done some risky stuff. Like you hiding underneath his office desk and giving him head. Or you wearing a vibrator while you were working on papers (he started turning it up when he was bored). Or you guys having a quickie in the staff bathroom

Time to address the elephant in the room: the riding crop

He uses it to give you, ahem, “punishments” 👀

He has multiple, but they all look the same. You can’t tell the difference, but he can and he constantly teases you about telling the students what it’s used for

You’ve gotten a glove kink because of him

Will go down on you like an all you can eat buffet (he’s probably had you sit on his face before)

Doesn’t exactly moan, but he does pant

get it like a dog? (someone shoot me for that... jk don’t really pls)

He uses his tie as a blindfold and/or gag

Highly recommend that you pull his hair a bit. He loves it

He has a love seat in his bedroom...

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xoluvx · 5 years

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confident - fratboy!t.h x reader

Warning: smut. zero edits so um yeah

Word Count: 1.7K

Request: You did amazing w On Your Knees! I have another frat Tom if you want it. Tom always gets whatever he wants cuz he's confident and super hot. But y/n is confident too & is always dissing Tom in public and stuff. Tom hates it. One day, there in the gym & y/n is caught admiring his body. Tom sees the chance. He takes her away & gets his revenge - he just uses her mouth & spanks her & makes her tell him how good he is over & over. So she's dominant most of the time but he's totally dominant w/ sex.

a/n: So.. I’ve been a little MIA with the Tom requests and imagines. Truthfully, I’ve had a hard time writing (in general) and literally all my requests right now are Zendaya. I’m trying. I really am. So here is this awesome request written very messily. Of course, I went bananas and wrote 1.7K. So please enjoy. Keep submitting Tom/Peter requests pls.

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Confidence. Confidence is key. He was it. You were it. But too much confidence often led to too much pride. And right now, you were too prideful to admit that Tom. Tom, the fucking same Tom who you saw dancing with a new girl each party, was looking like a whole meal and you just wanted to devour him. Too proud to admit that you’d give anything to share just one night with him. Even if it was just one night.

“You’re pretty confident for a guy who can barely hold down his liquor,” you scoffed crossing your arms, your eyebrow raised as you eyed the boy gripping to the red cup. You were sure his fingers were going to pierce through the plastic. And you lived for it. You loved to watch him squirm. You loved to get under his skin. Almost as much as you wanted to get under him.

“You’re pretty confident for someone who’s going to cave,” Tom scoffed bringing the cup to his lips, watching you as he drank from the cup. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips as he lowered the cup from his face. You felt your breath hitch, his stare was intense and it made your body hot. You needed to get out of here, before you caved.

“Hope you get some tonight.” You snickered tapping his chest before pushing past him, shoving his shoulder with yours as you made your way towards the door. He stood dumbfounded, watching your body disappear in the crowd. A small smirk spreading on his lips. Challenge accepted.

The next week was torture. You couldn’t forgive yourself for actually think of him. Thinking of what he could do to you. The possibilities were endless. Your thoughts ran wild every time his face flashed in your brain and you couldn’t handle how flustered you got.

So flustered you reserved to going to the gym. Yeah, you at the gym. That’s something you hadn’t seen since freshman year when your clingy roommate wanted you to go with her. But here you were, wanting to distract yourself from the images flashing in your brain.

You were on the stairs, hands holding on to the handles moving as your legs stepped up and down. If you were going to the gym, might as well work on getting your ass in shape. Literally.

You were swinging your arms, legs rhythmically moving on the stair stepper when you spotted a familiar figure in the reflection of the window. It was fuzzy, but you recognized that face anywhere. That fucking face that drove you crazy. The chiseled jaw, that crooked nose.

You froze, gulping, feeling your hands clamp up on the handles. You felt your mouth go dry as you watched his reflection in the window. Fuck you. He was shirtless. You had to get out of there. Unnoticed.

The task was harder than anticipated. Before you could turn off the machine, you felt a pair of eyes burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. But you did. You were so tempted, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your eyes linger to where he was lifting weights.

His biceps were bulging and you saw the way his chest flexed each time his arms moved. He drove you crazy. No amount of pride could wield you from him. All the confidence in you wanted to march up to him wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him. Kiss him like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

You don’t know how long you were deep in your fantasies, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the heat of his body radiating on to yours. You blinked, swallowing. Your chest heaving, matching his.

His bare chest was coated in sweat and you couldn’t help but feel tingly. You really wished it weren’t true but you were throbbing. For him. And he knew it. His eyes were twinkling with lust, his lips in a smirk.

The next few moments were a blissful blur. Your body was pushed against the cold tile of the gym showers, his body pressed against yours. Lips attached to your neck, hands roaming your body. Traveling from your breasts to your thighs to your ass.

His touch was intoxicating. Blinding. Your head leaned against the wall getting lost in the feeling of his hands roaming under your sports bra. The tight fabric was making your chest feel heavier and you wanted it off.

As if reading your mind, Tom pulled the fabric over your head tossing it on the ground. His eyes took in the way in which your chest moved, taking in as much air as you could.

“Like what you see?” You smirked watching him lick his lips, his hands eager to get back on you. You bit your own lip in anticipation. His lips reattached to yours, his hands roaming up your body until they reach the soft skin under your breasts. His thumbs brushed against the skin before engulfing your breasts in his palms. You flinched at the contact. His hands were slightly cold and you felt your nipples instantly harden. A soft moan escaping your lips.

You felt Tom smirk against your lips as his hands reached down to your ass giving you a firm squeeze. Eliciting yet another moan. Intrigued by your response, you felt Tom’s hand lift from one of your ass cheeks before coming down on it firmly. The sheer material of your leggings was thin enough to allow you to feel the action. Enough to make you moan, again. You wanted more. You wanted to cut the shit and get to the main event.

You fingers fumbled with the strings of his sweats wanting to loosen the material so you could discard of the thing that was keeping you from what you really wanted. Tom held your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You don’t?” You asked tugging at the sweats, eyes searching his face.

“Eager little thing,” he mumbled brushing his lips on your jaw letting one of his hands wrap around your neck gently.

Your breath hitched, hand still attached to the waistband of his sweats.

“Fuck you,” you muttered melting into his touch. You didn’t know it was possible to feel so much pleasure from the sheer touch of his lips and his hand wrapped around your neck.

“How about I fuck that pretty mouth first?” He mumbled against your lips, letting go of your wrist so you could remove the sweats and boxers. You did so happily, even though you were currently reminding yourself how to breath. His words did things to you. Things you didn’t understand, but you wanted to so fucking bad.

You felt his hands cling to the back of your neck, pushing you down to your knees. You caved, bringing yourself down. The floor was cold and though you were wearing leggings, you still felt the shivers when your knees hit the cold floor. You weren’t sure if it was because of the cold surface or because you were nervous about what was going to happen next.

He was big. Bigger than you’d anticipated and he was so close to your face you could taste him. And goddamn you wanted to taste him.

“Open” he commanded cupping your jaw. He wasn’t taking his time anymore. And you were glad he wasn’t. You eagerly opened your mouth waiting for his cock. Your tongue hung out in anticipation, eyes fixed on his waiting for his next move.

Tom’s tongue was peeking through his teeth watching the way you squirmed under him wanting to feel his cock. Your tongue impatiently waiting for him. He slapped his cock on your tongue, giving you a little taste. Your eyes shut closed as you felt his cock on your tongue knowing what was about to happen.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Tom purred holding your cheek, urging you to open your eyes, his cock still pushed against your tongue. Your chest was beating fast, you were sure he could feel it. He didn’t let you gather your thoughts or steady your breathing when you felt his cock pushing into your mouth, filling you up.

You gagged as you felt him hit the back of your throat, not used to the feeling. But you weren’t going to let him know that. So you tried your hardest to take him in, trying to adjust yourself to his size. You were doing a pretty good job until he started moving.

The new feeling was sending you over the edge. His cock steadily hitting the back of your throat. You felt the sting in the corner of your eyes with each thrust, with each push. The tears were forming and you weren’t sure how much more you could take of this.

“You feel so good,” you heard him purr pushing his hips into your face. You muffled a response, but you were both too lost in the moment. Hips thrusting, hand gripping your head, eyes shut. You were putty in his hands, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as you felt the tears building in the corner of your eyes.

“I’m close-” he groaned his thrusts growing sloppier. With little warning you felt the warm substance hit the back of your throat and you tried really hard not to die in that moment. Remembering to breath through your nose.

Tom pulled away with a grunt, his fingers digging into your hair. Thumb brushing away the tears that’d developed in your eyes. He smiled. Not just any smile. It was the type of smile that made your insides churn. Made your heart feel heavy. Made you forget you were currently on your knees.

You watched the way his lips curled, thumb stroking your cheek. You couldn’t help but let out a snarky remark. “You’re awfully confident” you whispered attempting to get up from your knees. The circulation was definitely cut off and you felt like jello, completely defeating the purpose of your sassy remark.

Tom chuckled, helping you to your feet. His hand still tangled in your hair. You felt his face close to yours, his lips so close you could feel.

“Confident enough to take you out tonight,” he whispered letting his lips meet yours in a softer kiss than the ones share previously. Your hands rested on his arms as one of his hands cupped your face, the other still tangled in your hair.

You were confident, this wasn’t going to end well. Confident that you were not going to walk out of this in one piece. But, frankly, you didn’t care.

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Travis Dermott N/SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Travis is not one for aftercare.

His aftercare consists of him wiping you down with the closest piece of clothing he picked off the floor (if he came on you, if he didn’t then he wouldn’t bother wiping you down) and calling it a day.

Sometimes he’ll throw an arm over your waist and pull you back against his chest.

Other times, he’ll roll over and start snoring within a minute.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Travis loves his torso and his shoulders. He’s lean and sculpted and hot, and he knows it, so he likes to show it off, which he will given any opportunity (you’ve seen the Instagram post).

He’s a total ass guy, so he just loves your ass. He loves looking at and touching your ass any chance he gets. When you bend down around him? He’s fucking dead.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes cumming on your ass. He loves your ass and he likes seeing his cum on your ass, claiming it as his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s interested in having a threesome.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s super hot, charming and he’s a pro athlete. He’s fucked his fair share of women and knows what he’s doing enough to be pretty cocky about it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, and one of your legs over his hip are Travis’ favourites.

With doggy style and reverse cowgirl, he can look at and feel your ass.

And he gets the deepest and hits all the right spots with your leg over his hip.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Travis can be serious if the situation calls for it, but he can also be goofy and giggly. It depends on the situation. Things with Travis are always comfortable and, yeah, sometimes you have to stop with sex to laugh about something. But, it’s pretty great to have a relationship where you can do that.

“If you can’t laugh during sex, then you’re having sex with the wrong person.”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He wears Speedos, he’s manscapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Travis can be intimate. He can be soft and romantic and it’s super fucking intimate. But, mostly there’s intimacy in how close you are and how much the two of you care for each other. There’s no rose petals or candles, but there doesn’t need to be.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When Travis is on the road, he’s beating his meat every day. He gets tense and irritable without an orgasm, and if you aren’t there to help give him one, then he’s giving himself one.

(His poor road roomie…)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Anal. Travis is a big anal guy. Again, he loves your ass, and also anal is tighter and just feels so good.

He’s also a bit of an exhibitionist. He likes the idea of having sex with public and the thrill of maybe getting caught. He doesn’t act on that kink for the sake of his career and stuff, but it’s certainly a fantasy of his which he likes to play out in the bedroom.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Public sex turns him on so he’s always down for a quick fuck or a blowjob in the bathroom at the bar or at a gala, but most things stay within your apartments. And within the apartments, anything goes. The kitchen counter, the couch, the shower, the floor. You guys have had sex on basically everything in Travis’ apartment and most of yours.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Tight jeans or leggings. Especially if you bend down.

When you were heels.

A really surprising turn on for Travis is when you talk about hockey. You’re just talking about stats or started a conversation about how the team was doing or who they were facing next and he’s just a total goner. His mouth is open and he watches you with dark eyes and you’re just totally oblivious. Depending on his mood, he’s either like “don’t stop talking” or he’ll shut you up by kissing you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a lot Travis wouldn’t do. He’s down to try almost anything, so it has to be in the extremes for him to say no.

However, he doesn’t like marking. He doesn’t leave marks on you and he doesn’t like it when you leave marks on him. Marks happen every now and then and it’s whatever, but it’s not something he likes.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s really good at oral and he doesn’t have a preference with receiving or giving, he just loves it.

Travis is the kind of guy who wouldn’t stop, even when you’re oversensitive and trying to pull him away. He tightens his grip on your hips and continues to eat you out making you whine and beg.

And his hair is the best to pull when he’s going down on you.

When you blow him, he’s super vocal and he either keeps eye contact with you the whole time, or his eyes are closed with pleasure.

Travis just really likes oral.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s always firm, but he likes to switch up whether it’s faster or slower, and he’s okay with letting you decide the pace as well.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Travis is always down for a quickie. He likes sex and he likes orgasms and if it has to be quick, he’s okay with it.

And he’s down with quickies in bathrooms or coat closets too.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Travis is almost always down to try something new. If you bring him a new idea, he’s basically guaranteed to say “sure.”

He’s a curious guy and always willing to experiment and push limits.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a professional athlete so he can last a while. And he’s the kind of guy who stays hard after he cums and can go another round or two a night. He’s a really nice sex partner.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Travis is happy to have them and use them, but he doesn’t need them.

Occasionally he does like to break out the nipple clamps and hand cuffs though.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He can tease a lot if he wants to, it depends on his mood.

Sometimes he’s super teasing, drawing everything out and making you whine and beg.

Sometimes he just wants to fuck you now.

And Travis also likes to when you tease him back.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s super vocal.

Travis moans a lot. And he has such a hot moan. Especially when you pull his hair.

And he can talk if he wants to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Travis is really good at phone sex.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His dick is proportionate to his body. So, he’s like 7 inches long and on the ticker side. It’s actually a pretty nice looking dick, too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s super high. Travis is literally always yearning. Always horny.

Z = ZZZ (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Generally, Travis falls asleep pretty quickly. He can go for a couple rounds, but when he’s done, he’s done and he’s out cold pretty soon after. Sometimes he likes to cuddle, but most times he just rolls over and curls into his pillow.

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stoopsbookstore · 5 years

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Camboy!San Kink Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When that camera shuts off, he's out like a light, so he's not the best when it comes to aftercare. The most he does is wipe you down with a shirt and that's about it. Not even a wet shirt, just a shirt he picked up off the floor.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands! He fucking loves showing off his hands to the audience, seeing all of the comments from the chat about how they wish it was their mouth or holes they were going in. Same goes for his occasional stream partner, Wooyoung, his hands are San's favorite part.

As for you, your ass. Simple and basic, but he loves molding and biting the flesh and teasing your puckered hole in front of the camera turns him so much.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

You best believe your chest is getting coated in cum at least twice during every stream. He loves seeing you on your back, hair all messed up, face with a fucked out expression, covered in his cum.

He also is a huge fan of watching cum leak out of any hole, so much so that when he's offline and needs to jack off, he'll watch some past streams where he came in every hole.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He cams, that would have to be his dirty secret. He's not ashamed, but how would someone say they show their dick off for a living to their strict parents who got emotional having the "talk" with him? His mom would be ashamed and his father would pretty much disown him, so he would just rather say he does some stuff online and listen to his dad bitch about "those damn influencers and their poopy tea."

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

San knows what he's doing, but he is a bit cocky with his experience. There's a reason why his solo streams are messier and less organized compared to streams with Wooyoung, even though the chat considers him to be a bottom, he's a power bottom, he like what he likes, or you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

According to BadGirlsBible, it's called the Sandwich Position.

It's basically missionary, San's on top, you're on bottom, he's spreading your legs open, but he'll have you hold the camera and give the audience a sort of P.O.V. shot, because let's be honest, who doesn't want to fuck San?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Wooyoung dubbed him Silly San and the chat has not forgotten about it since.

San is goofy, camming can be tense sometimes, so he will sometimes pinch your butt, nip your ear, throw in a few puns here and there just to make you laugh. The chat is split fifty-fifty on it, some love it, some hate it, but as long as you're okay with it, he'll always add a little bit of humor into the streams.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Honestly, it depends on what the chat wants. If the chat wants him shaved, he'll shave. If the chat wants him hairy, he'll grow it out. He grows it out between streams and then will post a poll about an hour and a half before the stream starts for what the chat wants.

San is a people pleaser, he tries his best to cater to the audience and if that means a lot of hair or none at all, he'll do it. But if he had to choose, he'd let it grow out and no, the curtains do not match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

On the stream, he tries to make it intimate and romantic, but it often comes off as too try-hard, so he often just keeps it light-hearted instead of sensual.

When he's just with you, he is able to be romantic and it not come off as cringy or like he's forcing himself and no matter how many times you tell him to just be himself when it comes to sensuality, he is still stiff and awkward about it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

San uses a cockring just because he feels it produces more cum for the audience to lose their shit over. As mentioned before, he's a people-pleaser and he will make a show of masturbation if it means more tips and coins.

If jacking off in front of a camera can make him 300 dollars a day, fuck yeah, he'll do it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it would be easier to list the few things he won't do, but his top kinks are

Toys

Odaxelagnia (Biting/Be bitten)

Mixophilia (Watching yourself having sex)

Roleplay

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His room at the cam clubhouse, Utopia. It has all of his toys, it has the most perfect bed, there's a bunch of surfaces, and he just likes the vibe the room gives off.

Also, if his parents saw him with you in his bed, they would freak the fuck out.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing all of the coins and tips on his profile. Sounds bad because "greed bad," but this is his job, he makes money from having sex with you or Wooyoung or fucking himself on camera.

Another thing is seeing you already undressed, ready for him to fuck you and for Wooyoung to have already start the stream and teasing himself for later.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) -Trigger Warning- Mentions of non-consensual sex

Someone once requested him to do a non-consensual scenario with you and it was an immediate shut-down of the livestream, the person was banned from his stream, he told everyone else in Utopia to ban the person and San refunded all of the tips he was given.

There's a line and this person crossed it. He'll do a robber/houseowner scenario, he'll do a demon/human scenario, helpless kinks are fine, but as soon as he saw a comment about not stopping, San said "fuck that shit, fuck your 1,000 coins and get off my stream."

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving and loves receiving. It's like Christmas all around! Give and take is his motto when it comes to oral.

That being said, he's very sloppy with oral, he's not bad at all, it's just very wet and spitty and slobbery. Which is fine if you're into that, but holy fuck, is it a pain to clean up.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

San is like a jackrabbit when he's on stream, his hips will pistol in and out of you or Wooyoung and he actually has a counter with how many orgasms per stream happens.

The record is 6, 4 from you and two from him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It seems counterintuitive for him to love fucking you and Wooyoung fast and hard, bu not be able to stand quickies, they're just not his thing. He likes to be able to take his time getting you riled up and tease you and he can't do that in a 10 minute quickie.

Also, he cums a lot and that takes a while to clean up.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Experiment as long as he's inside the comfort of his second room, but he can't run the risk of his parents finding out, so anything he buys comes to Utopia from Amazon, Adam and Eve, Spencer's and if he needs to go out in public to buy supplies, he goes with Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Wooyoung, his facemask is spirit gummed to his face, his sunglasses are superglued to his ears and his hoodie is sewed to his scalp.

He wants to take risks, but he's still being held back by the thoughts of what his parents would think.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As mentioned before, he is able to go for at least 2 hours, his longest stream was 4 hours, it was a lot of teasing, ruined orgasms and a ruined bedding set.

Seonghwa was not happy when he found out a 70 dollar bedding set was ruined with sweat, cum and squirt.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Cockring. That's his favorite toy and will always be his favorite toy.

For you, he has the nipple clamp that's attached to a choker with his username on it and it gets him so fucking hard when you wear it. When it's him and Wooyoung, it's a paddle that they had specially made, one side is a cushion while the other is just hard wood.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He could spend an entire stream just teasing you, it's his favorite thing to do. He loves watching you squirm when he has a vibrator near you or you're blindfolded and he's trailing a feather along your body.

Don't even try to tease him though, it will end horribly for you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mingi has made jokes about not streaming at the same time with San because you will hear his groans and moans through the door. This fucker is loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He wants to do a three-way simultaneously stream with you and Wooyoung, but the schedules never work out. You either have class or your own stream, Wooyoung has his own stream or is planning for the next month.

Just let him fuck both of you on stream already, dammit!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

5 and a half inches, nothing too big, nothing too small, just enough for the audience to flip their shit everytime he whips it out.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

This boy is so horny, there's a reason his streams are on the longer end, about 2 hours. He can cum at least 3 times in one stream, and to be honest, it's probably because he only fucks on stream days unless it's a special occasion like a birthday or your anniversary.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly.

The second that "This Broadcast Has Ended" textbox comes up, he is out like a light for a good 2 or 3 hours. There was one time when he ended the stream while he was still inside of you from behind and you both just plopped, San on top of you, his chest attached to your back from the sweat and Seonghwa had to wake you two up after 30 or so minutes because San let the vibrator on and it fell to the floor.

Vibrator on wood is very annoying to Seonghwa, don't drop your vibrator on his clean floors.

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lanamemories2 · 4 years

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rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺��

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife.

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past.........

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

#ruhqintro #hypersexuality tw #trauma tw #hospitalisation tw #violence tw #death tw #grief tw #ptsd tw #dissosciation tw #drugs tw #addiction tw #god.... wipes sweat frm my brow after all those tws...... i promise they're all just rly briefly touched upon bt better to b safe than sry!!#also this is truly so long bt............ growls n smirks simultaneously

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