#just not gonna answer ur ask sorry babes

[daydadahlias]

genuinely concerned for the cuties on twitter bc... the brain cells... where r they going... where have they gone...

[luveline]

id love to see eddie and a shy!reader at a concert. r is overwhelmed with the crowd and eddie is being his usual lovely reassuring self

love you sm!

ty for ur request! —eddie insists on taking care of you when you get overwhelmed in the middle of a concert. fem!reader, 1.3k

"This is insane, right?" Eddie asks. Or, yells. 

The ground thumps with music. The drum feels as though it's being beaten against your own chest, heat at every angle, lights flashing above and roaming downward. You blink against the purples and blues, your hand sweaty in Eddie's. 

"I'm sorry!" you shout, nodding down at your joined hands. 

Eddie tucks a limp curl behind his ear. "I'm gonna give you the sweatiest kiss anyone's ever given!" 

"Gross," you say, a half second before Eddie's pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the vibrations of the instruments through his skin. It almost tickles, but Eddie's rough touch helps. 

It's a nice kiss, but there's so much going on. The crowd swells with a unanimous cheer as one song ends and another begins. Eddie yanks himself away from you to grin at the performance, whooping as his favourite guitarist takes centre stage for an intro. You gulp in dank air, the person standing behind you treading on your shoes for the tenth time in as many minutes, the person to your right smelling of pot and beer, sticky thick. 

A firm arm curls around you. "You wanna go up on my shoulders?" Eddie asks. He must be pumping with adrenaline, his kisses quick and plentiful over your cheek as you attempt to answer. 

"As if, Eds." 

"What, you don't think I can get you up there?" 

"I know you can't." 

Eddie visibly registers your shifting mood. "Hey," he says, giving your shoulders a jog, "are you okay? You look like you're having a whitey without the smoke, babe!" 

"I'm okay, I…" You blink sweat from your eyes. "I'm really hot." 

"Take your jacket off, baby. I can hold it for you." 

You shrug out of your damp jacket but feel the same. Still, when Eddie says, "Better?" you smile and wrap your arm around his. 

"I'm good. Now shut up! This is my favourite one!" 

You're not telling the truth, but your enthusiasm fools him. Eddie slides an arm behind your back and you hug each other from the side to sing along. You like the music and you love Eddie, you're not interested in ruining the precious couple of hours you have here tonight. You can grin and bear it. You have been for a while. 

Or, you think you can, but you feel something warm on your leg, and you know it's just beer spilled from a crushed plastic cup, but your ears ache as the drum solo starts and fireworks burst at the front of the stage less than forty feet away. The crowd closes in. It's too much. 

"Eddie, I think," —he turns to look at you, eyes sparkling— "I need to go to the bathroom. Okay?" 

"I'll come with you!" 

"No! No, stay here, we'll never get this close to the front again!" 

"Are you kidding? What if something happened to you? I'd lose my mind!" Eddie nudges you toward the back of the venue. "Babe, I know the kind of creeps that hang around, I'm not letting you go by yourself!" 

You're sick of shouting at him to be heard. "No, I'll hold it!" You won't ruin his night. "I'm okay, I– I swear!"  

"Don't be stupid, let's go! It'll be nice to have a break from Doctor Marten," he says, looking quickly behind his shoulder at the perpetrator in question, the guy who keeps nipping your ankles with his thick gummy soles. 

You shake your head. Eddie shakes his head back at you incredulously, twining your fingers together as he starts to fight his way through the crowd, dragging you with him. People are ten times as likely to let you move backwards rather than toward the front, and soon the air is cooling, your skin damp and cold as the fresh breeze finally reaches you. The crowd thins. You can stretch your arms out without touching anyone for the first time in nearly an hour. 

The relief is enough to have you closing your eyes, savouring the sudden lack of input. 

Eddie pulls your hand between both of his, calluses and rings and all the things you love about him scratching your hands as he squeezes you. "Feel better?" 

You should've known he knew. Nodding sheepishly, you say, "Yeah." 

Your breathlessness must endear you to him. Eddie's on you like a rash. Your jacket slips where it's tucked under his arm, but he doesn't let go of your hand, stepping with one foot between yours, his long hair brushing your chest as he closes the space between you.

"It's a lot, I get it," he says. His voice is rough from yelling, scratchy as hewn stone. "I meant to bring you those ear plugs and I forgot. I'm sorry." 

"That's not your responsibility," you say, frowning. 

He smiles at you. "You're my girl, aren't you? I look after you 'n' I like doing it." Eddie laughs, the sort of laugh that says, I'm really happy, I love you, and it's easy. 

Or maybe you just want it to say that. Regardless, he bumps his forehead into yours and closes his eyes for a few seconds, rubbing your fingers between his mindlessly. "Take a minute. Chill. We can stay on the outskirts for the rest of the night if you need to." 

You can deal with being uncomfortable, just not to the level you had been. That was dire. This is fine. 

"Sorry for losing our spot," you say, pulling away from him. 

"Sorry for putting you in a tough one, babe. How do you feel now? Any better?" 

"Yeah, definitely." You pull your elbow up to wipe your burning cheeks. 

"Better enough for a very public and disgusting kiss?" he asks. 

"How disgusting?" you ask.

"Tongue, for sure." 

"That's not that bad." 

"Didn't say where, did I?" he asks. 

"If you lick my ear I'm gonna have to go hide in the girls bathroom," you warn, flushing at the thought of it alone.

Eddie doesn't give you the kiss he threatened you with, only throws his arms over your shoulders to cup your head, lips pressed to your temple. He rubs your shoulders, and after a moment he starts to sway you both from side to side in time with the slightly less hectic song being performed by the band. 

"Chill out," he murmurs. "I don't care where we're standing if I get to stand with you, loser." 

You hug his back. You're uncomfortably warm still, but his touch is a remedy for the general frazzle of white noise that had been fizzing between your ears. 

"Come on, let's go back," you say. The band starts on a song you know Eddie loves, you've heard it enough. 

"I wanna be like, oh, no, I can't tear myself away from you, but I really fucking love this one," Eddie says. He gives you no less than six apology kisses against the bridge of your nose before spinning on his heel to usher you back toward the crowd. Not in the throng of it, but at least you're facing the right way. "Whoo!" he yells.

"Play it louder!" you shout, knowing no one can hear your individual voice over the cacophony. "My boyfriend loves this one!" 

"I love this one!" Eddie shouts at the top of his lungs. 

Your heart lifts at his huge, beaming smile. All the sweat and noise and raw ankles are worth it just to see him this ridiculously happy. He makes it easier, checking in on you periodically for the rest of the night, and persuading you to leave a little early to escape the rush. When he swings your tired arms between your bodies and declares it the best night ever, you know you can keep on coming to gigs no matter how crazy they get. 

[ilwonuu]

hihi imagine being in a secret relationship with jaehyun as idols and going to a bruno mars concert

and the song finesse comes on and the part where it says « fellas grab ur ladie if ur ladie fine » and that somehow s gets them discovered .???

idk y can like imagine the rest tyy if u do this ✊

THANK YOU FRO YOUR REQUEST <3 I HOPE U LOVE IT

.★ ᦃ ۰finesse. j.jaehyun

summary- you and your boyfriend accidentally reveal your secret relationship.

warnings-affection, slight angst, idol!jaehyun,idol!reader, exposed relationship, kissing, sweet bf jaehyun

authors note-help im so sorry if this is terrible 💔

your boyfriend surprised you with tickets to a bruno mars concert. you were beyond excited. bruno mars and you get to go with jaehyun. you were happy that you got that opportunity. a little nervous about you two being seen together.

“you ready baby?” he asks you as you two are waiting for a staff car to pick you two up. “yes im so excited!!” he pulls you into his arms kissing your face.

“the staff is here let’s go!” he says before you two leave for the concert.

—

you two arrive quickly making it into the venue with all the other attending. you two find your seats waiting for the concert to start.

“it’s gonna be great!” he says looking around you two. he smiles at you adjusting his hat.

—

the concert was something you have never experienced in your life. you were having a great time. the whole time you and jaehyun singing to eachother. as your and jaehyuns favorite song “finesse” starting to play.

you are jaehyun singing and dancing together to the lyrics.

you two getting lost in the moment. as the lyrics “fellas grab your lady if your lady fine” jaehyun pulls you into his arms singing the lyrics to you. causing you both to smile into eachothers touch.

you sing the lyrics back with him holding him aswell. “i love my lady.” he says kissing your cheek. “i love you too jaehyun.”

—

you and jaehyun make your way home after the concert ends. “thank you for taking me baby.” you pull him into a kiss. “of course my pretty baby.” he smirks kissing your neck before he gets interrupted quickly. getting a call from the company.

he makes a weird face at his phone before answering. “hello?” he asks listening shortly to what he is being told on the phone. “what? seriously? shit okay.” you are now beyond confused but slightly nervous about the way he was reacting to the words. “yea okay i’ll say something.” he nods again before putting his phone away.

“y/n..” he says looking at you softly. “whats wrong jae?” you move to pull him into a quick hug. “nothing really just something happened with the concert.” you look at him clueless.

“someone followed us at the concert baby. they took photos and posted them online everywhere. the company says we need to say something.” you are beyond shocked.

you and jaehyun have been dated for a little over a year. you two were happy with your fans not knowing about your relationship.

“what do we do jae?” he shrugs. “hey its okay baby. i know fans can be crazy but i’m not leaving your side.” he rubs your side to give you a little bit of comfort. “the company says that we should release something from us personally.” he sighs kissing your cheek.

“so they don’t care about how you being in a relationship will affect your image jae?” he shakes his head. “i guess not. but what about your love? this is gonna affect you two.” he sighs again. “i know but you’re in a big group. i’m sorry this is just crazy? we we’re having so much fun. the fact that someone followed us is crazy to me!” you say quickly sitting on your bed, jaehyun joining you shortly after.

“i know. i cant believe it. i thought we were covered up enough!” he rolls his eyes before grabbing his phone.

“i can post something on my account. don’t worry babe.” he kisses your head. you nod at his words moving closer to him.

_jeongjaehyun

_jeongjaehyun: i guess this is my way of saying the rumors are true. i love my girlfriend <3

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“done!” he smiles at you softly and pulls you into his arms. “don’t stress okay? we can adjust to this together okay?” he pulls you into a quick kiss.

[ellieswifie]

︿︿ ੈ [ ☠️ ] ༉‧₊˚✧

BRAIN ROT

kinktober week two, oct 11

summary: ellie williams “playing” her game while you eat her out from under the desk

warnings: ellie!girlfriend x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut with no plot, curse words, oral (e!receiving), wlw relationship, fingering (e!receiving), ellie's a switch but not really idk, face sitting (r!recieving) (giggling), slightly rushed (i’m sorry), fluff added inbetween

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ELLIE HAD BEEN ON THE GAME ALL DAY. you were simply annoyed by this, but remained seated on the couch across the room from where she was seated.

your legs were close to your chest as you rested your head on your knees watching ellie in the chair. her focus was completely on the game infront of her while her fingers were at work. your eyes watched the way her legs were spread slightly, remote resting in her lap.

you wanted to ignore how turned on ellie always looked while playing the game, but you just couldn’t. you were tired of just sitting here watching her tease you without even trying.

you stood from the couch and slowly started walking towards where ellie was seated. you placed your head flat against the top of her head, looking at the character move around. ellie still played little attention to you as you moved loose strains from out her face.

"babe…" you whispered into her hair, leaning down to press your lips near her ears. you inhaled her sent softly, causing ellie to turn her head to face you. "hm?" her eye brow raised for just a moment before she looked back at the screen.

you tucked your bottom lip with your teeth before you positioned yourself beside ellie so your head was resting on her shoulder. "how much long on the game?" you asked, trying to make yourself not seem too needy.

but ellie could read it completely from your body language. the way your hands trailed her upper arm and your lips hovering over her neck.

ellie’s eyes remained on the screen when a small smirk pecked up her face. "not sure…" she muttered, making you groan. "why?"

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. "you know why…" you whispered, pressing a soft kiss near her ear. ellie’s shoulders rolled slightly, when you pulled back, looking at her face.

her head shook, looking at your pleading eyes for a moment before turning back to the game. "i’m not sure i do." she answered, eye brows drawn.

you hated when she do this, making you say you need her. ellie loved it more than anything. she loves watching you beg for her attention. your head simply just shook as you moved yourself in front of her.

ellie’s eyes followed as you started lowering yourself in front of her, kneeling down while you rested your palms on her thighs, looking at her eyes with a pleading look.

“you really gonna make me ask?" you inquired, adding a flirtatious tone to your voice. ellie stared, slightly confused, but completely turned on.

you pushed yourself against ellie, leaning up to plant a soft kiss on her neck, earring a shaky breath from her. you moved your hand to rest on ellie’s stomach causing ellie to now gasp softly. her eyes met yours while she held her eye brows together.

"what are you doing?" she hummed, watching you shake your head softly. “nothing…" you breathed out, letting your fingers move towards the edge of her band t-shirt. her body tensed and u ran ur fingers on her exposed skin before pulling ur fingers from underneath to pinch her nipples through the t-shirt. "just relax, babe."

you then go back to dipping your fingers under her shirt, letting your fingers explore the skin under, before lifting the top. ellie helped you, removing the t-shirt and tossing it somewhere across the room, small pink nipples on full display in front of your face.

you looked at ellie and caught her watching what your next move was going to be. her eyebrow raised waiting for more. "keep going…" she whispered, still holding the controller.

your tongue glazed your lips before you send her a cheeky smile, sliding back down to your knees. "you look really pretty like this." you compliment, as ellie rolled the chair back slightly. she doesn’t respond for a moment while you hook your fingers around her sweats and tug them down slowly, but stop when you see her boxers.

ellie runs a lazy hand through ur messy hair while you stare at the black kelvin klein boxers. you meet her eyes once more face red as a tomato not only from the heated tension floating between you, but rush of emotions consuming you.

"you looks so pretty like this…" ellie responds, copying your compliment from a few moments ago. you couldn’t help yourself but blush even more from the tension. good thing the room was dark or she’d immediately tease you for how red you’ve gotten.

ellie begins scooting her butt up slight, giving you access to slowly remove the black fabric covering her heat.

your eyes widen at the sight of ellie pussy in front of you. you let yourself admire her wet folds before your eyes scanned up to meet her eyes shyly smiling at her intense gaze.

"don’t get so shy on me now…" ellie whispered, looping the hand in your hair to love it back on the controller.

you moved your fingers toward her thighs, spreading them further apart before running your hand lower till it came in contact with the back of her knee. you raised it up slightly, before running your tongue slowly up and down her stomach, eyes looking up at ellie’s.

but ellie wasn’t looking at you, her eyes were firm on the screen now, while she licked at her lips. you positioned your tongue lower down her body, stopping at her soaked clit.

you moved your free hand there, rubbing softly, causing ellie to let out a faint moan. "baby…" she whispered, pressing harder on the buttons.

you were teasing her.

she’s been teasing you all evening and you just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. your fingers were rubbing very slow circles

you kissed her inner thighs, sucking softly knowing that’ll leave spots later. ellie’s hips roll at the light touch, but her face remains calm.

a smirk creeps up your face as you stick your tongue out at her needy pussy. you don’t suck or lick where she needs you most, you just left her roll her hips slowly on your tongue.

"fuck-" she hisses, letting her mouth drop open when you finally press your mouth on her. you began to slowly lap and swirl your tongue against her, causing ellie to drop a hand off the controller and back into your hair, pressing you harder.

"oh my god," her body jerked forward, letting her head fall back against the chair head rest.

you let your fingers creep against ellie’s thigh before meeting her folds, gathering up her slit before you slide two fingers inside her. her legs slowly began to trap your head inside, making you hum against her wet skin.

you move your finger slowly inside her at first before you feel yourself start quickly pumping them inside of her.

"fuck- baby you make me feel so good." you hear ellie’s whines and pleads gradually getting louder and heavier as you moved your tongue quicker and pumped your fingers faster.

as she let her hips roll sloppily, you found yourself clenching around nothing in your leggings. rocking at the same pace as ellie.

ellie’s head falls down to look at you glancing at ur hips rolling before feeling you moan slightly against her pussy. a low squeal escaped her lips before her mouth fell completely open and eye brows slowly began to draw together.

"oh shit- i’m coming."

and she was. her movements grow shaky and u begin closing you eyes listening to her silent "oh my god"’s and "right there, baby", as her orgasm quickly washed over her.

your fingers slowly pulled out of her as you slowed down the pace of your tongue, licking every last bit of her. when you finished you send ellie a night smile, giggling as you raised up to press your lips to hers.

her tongue swirled in your mouth, tasting herself on your mouth. she tugged at ur bottom lip with teeth, earring a laugh mixed with her own. you guys stared at each other for a long moment, before you position yourself on her lap, leaning your fully clothed body on her exposed chest.

your hand raised to brush a strain of hair out her face while you just smiled at your beautiful girlfriend.

ellie’s hand dipped to rub a quick circle on your aching clit, before pulling back. a smile creeped on her face while you gasped at her inappropriate behavior. "you perv." you giggle, kissing her freckles.

"are you gonna let me return the favor?" she smiled, running her hand up and down your back, hoodie covering your naked body. you simply nod, watching ellie’s curious eyes roam your body.

"up.” she whispered, patting your ass, causing you to immediately rise from her lap. you watch ellie position herself back on the coach you had earlier been watching her on. she lays on her back, body facing up, but head turn towards you.

you slowly walk over, finding a position in between her legs, siting there innocently, waiting for her next demand. but she doesn’t say anything. she just watches you in front of her, completely undressed, staring at your eyes, lips, just you.

you lick your lips, immediately raising your hoodie over your head, revealing a red lacy bra underneath. ellie’s eye brightened as you slowly scoot further down the couch to remove your black leggings covering your ass.

you don’t have to mention you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath. from the moment you walked in ellie’s apartment she couldn’t keep her eyes off your ass.

but somehow she was still surprised to see your exposed cunt in front of her. you were staring at her hazy expression before you started making ur way back towards her to press ur wet silky clit on her chest. she smiled at you at you reached for her hand, to interlock fingers.

"come here." she muttered, pulling you up towards her body, til your knees were on either side of her face, ass hovering just over her face. you looked down. at her face as she sent you a quick smile "it’s okay baby. take a seat."

you let out a shaky breath before slowly lowering yourself down. "okay out of u suff- oh my fuck-" you moaned, ellie not giving you anytime to warm up to her mouth as she quickly starts attacking your sticky folds.

your hand still interlocked with hers tightened as she slipped her tongue in and out of you in quick fast motions causing you to press ur hand against her hair, longing to grip onto something.

"fuck ellie slow- ah."

her arm began to wrap around your hips when she felt you begin to jerk away from her. it trapped you on her face while she started muttering against your skin, causing you to feel vibrations everywhere.

you tossed your head back in pleasure when you started to feel a familiar sensation build in your stomach. your moans grew louder, telling ellie you were close. your hand removed from her hair to grab the arm of the couch, making it easier for you to start riding her face, her nose brushing your sensitive clit.

"fuck…els."

"you gonna come on my face, sweetheart?"

you couldn’t respond. your entire body and thoughts were in a different place, different state. you nodded your head quickly, biting back screams building in your throat.

"come on my face baby."

[spirit-jello]

Im gonna fill ur page with requests BUTTTT

Imagine cockwarming gamer bf! while he's on a stream and ur trying ur best not to move

(and failing miserably bcuz everytime you move he pushes deeper inside u just so that u moan and he can humiliate the fuck out of u with millions of ppl watching)

Soooo I didn’t know who you were talking about so I just assumed I could choose my baby~ I hope you enjoy!

You were currently reading something online while your boyfriend was streaming. You were a bit needy, but since he was busy with his game, you decided to help yourself with some spicy stories. 

“Babe, can you come in here for a second?” You heard Gyuvin call out, so you quickly composed yourself and walked into his office. “Hm? Are you done streaming already?” you asked, and froze when you saw his camera was still on.

“No~ but I wanted to show you off! The viewers kept asking about you.” He smiled cheekily, pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled, before letting out a squeak as he started to pull you on his lap. “W-wait baby I can stand” You laughed nervously, not wanting Gyuvin to feel your wetness through the dress because you stupidly decided not to wear panties. You remembered your thought process, ‘easier access for when he’s finished.’ God you hate yourself right now.

“But how are they going to see your cute face?” He pouted, finally getting you to sit down and wrapping his arms around your waist. Luckily(for him not you) he could still easily play his game, so you stayed silent, trying not to squirm too much.

As for him, he didn’t notice at first until he started bouncing his leg in excitement, it going in between your thighs. Now he feels your slick on his pants. At first he started getting flustered, faltering his quick skills for a moment, before smirking at an idea that popped into his head.

Oh dear. You saw his dark eyes through the webcam, and knew you were fucked. Funnily enough, you didn’t think literally. 

“Give us one second viewers~ I have to fix something really quick” Gyuvin grinned, seeming innocent but you knew otherwise.

As soon as he muted and turned off his webcam, he lifted you up slightly and unbuttoned his jeans. “What are you doing??” you squeaked out, feeling his bulge through his boxers.

“More like what were you doing? Were you touching yourself without my permission?” He tsked teasingly, before pulling out his dick. “Baby, we can’t do this! Your viewers would start to worry if you’re gone this long-”

“Who said I was gonna be gone?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek before lining up to your folds, slowly pushing inside causing you to moan softly.

“Your punishment, cutie, is that you’re going to stay still on my cock, and if you even slightly move, I’ll bounce you once or twice. You wouldn’t want the viewers to hear your slutty moans would you?” You looked at him in shock, and a little bit of lust. 

“I’m back, viewers! Just had to troubleshoot some things.” Gyuvin smiled at the camera after turning everything back on, returning to his game.

For the first half, you were pretty obedient. But then you slowly got more flustered as time went on. You’d let out whimpers from time to time, as your pussy would pulse in need without warning.

Without thinking, you squirmed trying to calm yourself down. By the time you realized what you’ve done, it was too late; He acted as if he was just readjusting, when really he gently thrusted up into your special spot. You let out a little ‘eep!’ but luckily you were able to bite back anything more. Meanwhile, the chat has been overflowing with thirsty comments about you, causing Gyuvin to chuckle. 

“Guys, sorry to inform you but y/n is mine. Isn’t that right babe?” Gyuvin looked at you but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to be an asshat and thrust up a bit rougher causing you to let out a soft moan.

_craddymommy_: Is she ok? >_>

Your_mom_69: Dayum she made that sound?

BigDEnergy_420: hot ;)

God this was humiliating. Also the last two are such lazy ass names? “She’s fine, just feeling a little flustered, she is camera shy right hun?” He pulled you closer as if that was possible, you staying silent.

As a warning, he pinched the inside of your thigh as you bit back a whine; “It’s rude to ignore the chat you know.” He whispered in your ear, before pulling back and continuing the game.

As he went on, every once in a while you’d move and he’d move his hips to hit your g-spot. 

After an hour more of ‘torture’ and many moans and concerned chatters, he finally leaned back and stretched, ending the live with “Sorry guys, I need to fuck my girlfriend.” 

Right after the end button was hit, Gyuvin wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand going down to your clit as he fucks into you roughly. “You know how- haah- how difficult it was to not fuck you into oblivion with millions of people watching you cum from my cock?” He moaned in your ear, before getting bored of the position and turned you around, picking you up easily with his dick in you at the same time, before going to your bedroom while occasionally slapping your ass. Barely making it into the room, he threw you down on the bed on your stomach. He pulls your ass up and goes back into your tight pussy, pounding hard causing your moans to turn into screams of pleasure.

“F-fuck~ Slow down- ah~!” You whined, with him just ignoring you. As you babbled almost incoherently, him letting out a raspy laugh as if he wasn’t just as needy. “Fuck baby, you drunk off my dick already?” He slammed into you, his balls slapping against your thighs.

As if you weren’t already fucked dumb, he started spanking you leaving handprints. 

“Mm~ such a fucking good girl. Mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” He growled, suddenly getting possessive thinking of the viewers who might be jacking off over your moans. Sadly you were too dumb to respond, causing him to flip you around and pulling you into a deep kiss.

“Mine~ don’t you fucking forget that” He muttered against your lips.

 It didn’t take much longer before you were close, and right when you came, he followed shortly after. 

A few moments of being out of breath, and him laying down next to you, Gyuvin looked to his side to see you passed out. Letting out a weak chuckle, he got up with a groan and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bath. <3

A/N→Hope you enjoyed ya nasty(Kidding ILY POOKIE) This was way longer than I thought it’d be 💀

[jeon-ify]

that night : j. yunho - pt. 1

a/n: this is my first actual fic since i’ve just been posting scenarios and requests :3 !! this idea came from listening to ‘you broke me first’ by tate mcrae. its a great song and it reminds me of yunho but toxic yunho. it would kinda be good if you listen to the song while reading !! idk girl i just write

genre: smut, drama, early 20s- mid 20s romance, toxic/dark romance, 18+

warnings: smut, dark romance, toxic!yunho, yunho has a threesome with y/n’s best friends, yunho is a cheater, reader swears a lot, yunho calls reader a psychotic bitch, san is a druggie, alcohol, cocaine, yunho begs, yunho gets sad and guilty, reader claims she moved on, san is annoying as hell, wooyoung is readers bestie!!

“san! i haven’t talked to you in so long, i’m sorry! how have you been?” your phone rang, you look to see that san called you about 20 times. you’ve been ignoring him, since he’s done almost every drug under the sun in the past year since you all have moved to different cities.

“man I called you 6 times. stop playing dumb. yunho’s asking about you again, please call him back. i’m sick of his shit.” san sniffles sharply. you’re sure he’s doing crack again, but when is he not?

you did not want to hear about yunho. you haven’t heard about or seen him in almost 4 years now, recovering from that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~

you call yunho, in hopes that he’d pick up. you left him a voicemail asking if he’d want anything from target when you were off work tonight.

*hello!! it’s yunho, sorry i couldn’t take your call. leave a message and i’ll call back!*

“i’m gonna stop at target, babe. did you want anything? love you, call me back.”

you finish your target run, grabbing a set of shampoo and conditioner and other necessities as you’ve been out of your favorites for a week now. you step out of the car, grabbing your bags and unlocking the door to yunhos apartment. you didn’t live with him, but you practically did since you were there almost every day of the week.

“~yuyu, fuck its so good! so big!” “you fuck us so good oh my god.”

“you’re both so fuckin’ pretty. my god.”

no fucking way.

your heart dropped to your ass, at a loss of every word in the dictionary. you felt like you were being run over by a truck 100 times over.

it felt like every moment with yunho was flashing at once.

he told you he loved you a million times a minute, you thought you were the only one. you thought that yunho would love you and only you, but how could you be so stupid to trust anyone else again?

you walk to where the noise is coming from, tears flooding your eyes, threatening to fall. the door is cracked a little, you see a pile of black hair and red hair mixed, one on top of the other. one of the girls has a tattoo on her wrist while the other has one too— it looks all too familiar.

one tattoo being a moon, the other being a sun.

your best friends.

you want to cut off the star tattoo on your wrist so fucking bad. how could they ever betray you like this? they never approved of yunho, but he’s inside both of them, fucking them on your shared bed. in your (what was once) home.

you didn’t even want to acknowledge the situation, instead you dropped the target bag at the door of the bedroom, leaving as soon as you could.

hours later, yunho calls. no answer.

you stare as your phone rings.

*32 missed calls from yuyu 🫶🏻✨*

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: hey, sry i didn’t call back. where’d u go?

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: babe?

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: y/n, pick up the phone.

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: not funny.

Read at 12:43AM

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: ur reading my fkn messages but ur not answering n its pissing me off

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: alr whatever lmao dnt pick up.

Today at 5:21AM

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: i cnt sleep, thibkin about yoj

*2 missed calls from yuyu 🫶🏻✨*

you watch your phone ring, waiting for the ringing to stop. your tears flow, deciding to call him back.

“baby? my fucking god, i mis-missed you. *hiccup* had me worried sick.” he slurs. he’s fucking crying.?

“you’re a fucking liar. my best friends? you’re drinking, you piece of shit. and you’re fucking crying?”

“relax, they’re not your best friends and i know that cus they did that to you, plus me and you baby, we don’t belong to each other. been wanting to leave. felt so fucking locked up. you won’t let me do what i want, you controlling fucking psychotic bitch.”

what the fuck.?

you watch the time on the phone call increase as he mumbles what you really meant to him.

you feel like you really did trap him, but you both didn’t agree on a poly relationship. for him to fuck your best friends is an insane thing to do to someone.

you end the phone call after 57 minutes of yunho talking about how much he fucking hated you for never letting him fuck your friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“i’m never talking to that piece of shit again and never bring him up to me. i have things to do, i’ll text you.”

you hung up the phone after 35 seconds.

you’ve grown past the situation with yunho, healing and becoming a better person. you were single, traumatized from your past relationships being a burden on you. but, your best friend wooyoung always supported you through and through. he wanted what was best for you, even though he introduced you to yunho. it wasn’t wooyoungs fault that yunho had fucked up (or was already fucked up), he just wanted to help you find someone. you had your own apartment, your own car and your own lash studio. you were booked for days on end, always working and being your own person.

but, with healing comes pain.

you’d occasionally think about yunho, how he’d pamper you in gifts and he’d take you anywhere you wanted. you thought about the nights that you’d cried to him, he’d hold you in his warm chest, making sure you were held and you didn’t feel alone. you sometimes still toss around in bed, thinking yunho was next to you, on your right side. you’d still bake matcha and white chocolate cookies as if he’d eat them with you, a reminder that you loved yunho— as your love language was baking— and every time you see those cookies, your heart begins to ache.

you pick up your phone and text your best friend, as he’s the only person you go to for anything.

—————-

to: woo 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/n: bitch get up

y/n: r u awake yet

y/n: GET THE FUCK UP BRO ITS AN EMERGENCY

y/n: if ur not up in the nect 5 minutes i’m calling the cips

y/n: next *^ & cops^*

y/n: man i just need to talk 😩 san called me

*seen*

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: girl what the FUCK

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: did u call the cops yet

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: is the cop hot

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: bitch WHI CALLED

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: im calling u rn answer

your best friend calls you in no less than 3 minutes after your series of texts.

“why is san calling you? what’d he want?” wooyoung asks, concern masking his voice.

“woo, i just started feeling like i finally moved on from all that bullshit. he fucking calls me like ‘oh yunho wants to talk to you’ and i’ve been dodging yunho for fucking ever. i know he’s been calling me but-“ you ramble to him. he cuts you off, questioning:

“did you ask him what he wanted from you?”

“it doesn’t matter because im over it and im over fucking everything. its all bad news and i don’t wanna go down that hole again, woo. if you’re so curious ask him yourself. i don’t care and i honestly don’t wanna know.”

“okay. i won’t ask.” wooyoung says in defense. he has a sixth sense, and his sense is telling him that maybe something is wrong with yunho, or maybe he wants to try to give you the closure you deserve. though he already gave you closure— just not the kind you expected from someone you’ve loved for 6 years.

but a part of you really wanted to know why he called. a little portion of your heart still aches for yunho, but you’re healing, remember?

the phone call ends after small talk, and you stare at yunho’s contact info for 7 minutes. you open messages and read the last message he sent you. you have him blocked, but you know it’s his number.

May 19th, 2021 at 3:21AM

*You have new messages from (***)***-**** *

(***)***-****: baby, i’m so sorry.

(***)***-****: you won’t ever forgive me, but i’ve changed. my star, my love, my moon, my sun.

(***)***-****: i can’t sleep anymore.

(***)***-****: i’ll leave you alone, okay?

December 10th, 2022 at 1:21AM

(***)***-****: i can’t live without you.

(***)***-****: it’s been so fucking long

(***)***-****: js need to see ur face. keep staring at the same pic but it was so long ago

(***)***-****: my messages are green, why are they green?

(***)***-****: i met someone today, his name started with an M but i can’t remember what his name was

(***)***-****: he’s helping me heal. ik i don’t deserve to heal but i wanna be better bc u deserve better

(***)***-****: i wanna be the one for u my love

(***)***-****: i fucked up but pls believe me when i say i’ll change for u bb

(***)***-****: i’m going to sleep, goodnight my angel

January 8, 2023 at 7:08PM

(***)***-****: everythibg remjnds me of u baby

(***)***-****: ur everywhere i go

(***)***-****: ur everything i see

(***)***-****: mingi won’t let me live diwn what i did to u

(***)***-****: i deserve to fucking die

(***)***-****: i really lost u

Today at 10:32PM

(***)***-****: i still miss you, my love.

(***)***-****: want you to carry my children and be in my life forever.

(***)***-****: i’ve bettered myself. i’ve changed, please let me see you again.

*seen*

shortly after you open his book of messages, your phone rings.

*2 missed calls from (***)***-**** *

———————

you watch your phone ring twice, your heart dropping 6 times over, you didn’t think he would be this bad about it, but maybe he aches for you the same way you ache for him.

maybe yunho is sorry. maybe he changed and maybe he wants to be with you again.

your phone rings again, the same phone number showing up, as your shaky hands press the green button.

silence. the first 8 seconds is silent as yunho tries to process and come up with what he’ll say to you.

he tried calling you for 3 years on end, you’d blocked him. he was so used to your voicemail being the only thing left of you to heal him.

“h-hello?” there it is. the voice you refused to hear for almost 4 years, its there. it’s no longer only in your head, it’s his voice on the other side of the 7 inch screen against your ear.

his voice makes your stomach twist and turn, your hands sweating as your chest forms a hole within itself.

“you don’t need to say anything, just listen to me, hm? you can hang up any second you want, but if your heart still aches for me the way mine does for you, you’d listen.

my love. i’ve ruined you and tore you to shreds. i don’t even know where i begin. you are the most precious thing that has ever happened to me. the minute you entered my life, i took you for granted and fucked up. i didn’t realize how much i loved you or how much you meant to me until you left. that night is a blur to me, you didn’t deserve any of that. you deserve to be treated like royalty, you deserve to be treated in the most beautiful and enchanting way because that is how you made me feel. but i went and fucked that up for the both of us. i didn’t mean what i said to you. i was drunk but that’s no excuse to talk to you the way i did. it’s not right. it never was.

the only time i ever find myself doing right is when i beat myself up for doing you wrong.

i stay at the same apartment, san comes over and does whatever he needs to do but i haven’t touched a drug since you left me. the minute you left was the minute i decided to better myself. mingi is helping me be the person i want to be for you. my god, i hate myself for everything ive done to you. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, i know you won’t give it to me. but i want you to know that i still am here and i still love you. i love you better and i love you the way you deserve.

are you still with me, y/n?”

he breathes. you breathe. you finally breathe.

“i- yunho. i don’t know how to feel about any of this, you really hurt me and i can’t trust anyone anymore. you fucked my best friends, in our room. i don’t even know why i even looked at my phone or why i even answered san when he called me. i’m doing better, but you calling me again is really making me feel like i’m falling down that hole again.” you try your hardest to not let him hear you grow weak to his confession. his heart caved in, and his stomach grew empty when you’d brought up his mistake.

“i understand. i won’t push or do anything to make you uncomfortable. but, i want to have coffee with you, or one of us can come over and we can talk about this, hm?”

you sigh. you felt like all the healing and all the self care you’ve been doing is going straight down the drain.

but do you wanna listen to what he has to say?

“i’m free tomorrow afternoon. but i can’t stay long.” is all you say. you don’t wanna keep this conversation going, nor do you even want to talk about this at all. you are growing selfish; only wanting to see yunho because you miss the attention you used to get from him.

“as long as i get to see you, its okay. i look forward to talking to you, y/n. been waiting forever. is 4:30 fine with you?” he sniffles and lets out a calm chuckle from within his throat.

he’s aching just as much as you are.

“yes. goodnight, yunho.”

“goodnight, star.” that nickname. the same nickname that dragged you into his lore. he speaks lightly. the phone call ends and he sounds like an angel, making your head spin and your heart confused.

you don’t know whether to trust yunho again because, maybe, he is sorry. maybe he wants to make things right with you.

for the rest of the night, you cannot sleep. you don’t decide on going tomorrow, you really don’t want to face yunho after what he did to you. after 4 hours of tossing and turning, rereading texts from yunho, drinking water, and listening to nothing but the buzzing in your ear, you finally manage to get sleep.

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first fic!! yay!! i know yall are gonna hate yunho because what he did to y/n is trash and ass and all of the above. i hope you guys start to understand yunho further in the story. idk what im gonna do with this fic but i hope i come up with part 2 in a timely manner cus i dont want it to be dragged lol. but!!!!!!!!!! i hope you all like this fic just as much as i HATE it 😋

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hiiiii may I request a very obvious and everyone knows it— a simp, pining, very much in love cale? With a dense reader who doesn’t realize they’re making him flustered- dense and oblivious? :>>

Thats all u can choose how u want to write it :))

Oh, ur works are so gooooodd btw :DD

LETS GO BABE !!! AND THANK YOU 🥺🥺💗

im gonna make this short as hell because i need sleep and it's three in the morning. im loopy as hell and couldnt think of how cale as a character would simp and this is the best i could do, im sorry 😭

Alver was a bit elated, to be honest.

After the war, things finally settled down and the lives of the citizens of the Roan Kingdom settled back to normal, or perhaps even better than before.

The talk of heroes was still a warm topic amongst the nobles and commoners, especially about Cale Henituse, the most praised hero of the continent.

Despite the heavy nickname he carries, Cale Henituse continued to be himself — not that Alver was surprised — and still became that bastard guy that Alver trusts.

Cale was chosen to handle the matters a Prime Minister would handle, gaining the position as the proxy of the Prime Minister — a position that was still vacant, of course reserved for Cale himself. But if the man himself knew of it, he'd immediately run away so Alver declared him to just be a proxy to keep the man by his side with the reason that he hasn't found someone fitting for the position yet.

Of course, Cale wasn't given as much as work as an actual Prime Minister are usually given. Alver was kind to his dongsaeng, so he would make sure Cale still has enough rest to slack off for awhile.

During those times, Cale would rarely come by to visit the Royal Palace, which was absolutely understandable. Alver himself would not want to visit his workplace if he's given a day off if he wasn't the Emperor and practically living in his workplace where a political dispute is always happening.

'He's been visiting often, hasn't he?'

Alver glanced up from his paperwork to his dongsaeng who wss reclining on the couch of his study, just sitting there and munching on cookies, this time without Raon.

"Cale..." Alver sets his fountain pen down, looking at Cale with a slight frown on his handsome face. "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course not, Your Highness," Cale answered quickly. "Nothing is wrong."

Alver pursed his lips into a thin line, not believing Cale once a bit because he knows his dongsaeng and while it is probably not something particularly serious from how lax Cale was, Alver was sure it was still something that bothers the redhead.

Alver hummed, taking another sheet of paper from the piles that were on his desk. "Then, is there a reason why you're here?"

"Can I not spend time with my Hyung-nim?" Cale asked with a raised eyebrow as if he was completely serious - Alver knows that he's not because why would Cale be here and spend time with him when he had been whining the other day about how looking at Alver's face was enough to remind him of the stress of work?

Alver shook his head, deciding to just accept Cale Henituse being contradictory as usual. He wonders why he's still so confused when he should know best that Cale Henituse is a walking contradiction and everything he does is confusing.

"Well, if you're staying here, might as well know that Dame [Name] is going to be here again for a private audience."

"From the [Last Name] Household?" Cale questioned and Alver let out a chuckle, "Is there any other one?"

You were a lady from the [Last Name] household, the head family being your single mother, Baroness Charlotte and you were the eldest one out of the three daughters the baroness had. People had originally thought the daughters were going to get married off to older noblemen who were willing to pay off their dowry but due to the Baroness' competence and your clever mind, your sisters have been pried away from the clutches of older noblemen as you were both enough to help your sisters to live.

Your household was compassionate towards orphans and the poor even before the war, providing food and shelter to the ones who needed them. This gives your family very good support from the commoners and loved ones, always being helped by the commoners with the little things. Your family had been very neutral when it comes to siding with the Princes as you all only focused on yourselves and those who are in need.

During the war, Alver had you and not your mother be in charge of sending out help to those who are in need, citizens of the Roan kingdom or not, and to make sure everyone is safe. Due to seeing his thoughtfulness, your family eventually sided with Alver. You had been exceptional in carrying out your duties and earned quite the fame for being the representative of the warm and generous Roan Kingdom, so when you returned, the title Dame was given to you for your services.

Cale would know that, not only because you were an important figure in what would be Roan Kingdom's history regarding politics and international affairs, but you had always coincidentally been wherever he was during the last few years so your title was given pretty quickly and earned much more respect from the nobles.

"Right..." Cale turns away from Alver.

Alver let the conversation to sink into his brain. Why did he have to say that to Cale? The man has been present every time you had to have a private audience with Alver, which had been a frequent event because you were building an establishment to house the homeless.

A knock was heard from the other side of the door of Alver's study.

"Come in."

You stepped into the office, dressed as formally as usual with a white shirt with ruffles and a long, fitted red skirt that flares around your lower calves. There was a folder clutched close to your chest, most likely the cause of your presence here.

"Oh!" You sound elated when you saw Cale in Alver's study but then turned back to look at Alver. "Your Highness, I didn't know you were expecting a guest."

"Dame [Name]," Alver greeted you with a relieved smile. "Please tell me you've brought me good news regarding that housing property case."

Cale stood up from the couch, approaching Alver's desk as well, curious about what good news you were bringing that you were smiling so brightly.

"Of course," you say, closing the door behind you and approaching Alver's desk. "The verdict's out -- the housing property is still within its area and not Viscount Chers'. We sued Viscount Chers for destroying some of the building he claimed to have entered his estate and won, so he has to pay for the cost, damages, and also interest."

Cale has heard of the case before. Viscount Chers had thought the housing property was being built on his land and had ordered his guards to destroy some of the building. With you supervising the project, you immediately sued Viscount Chers for his actions.

"Dame [Name], have I ever told you that I love you?" Alver smiled at you as he received the folder in your hand.

Cale jolted a bit upon hearing Alver's words and glanced at you, seeing your smile as you spoke, "Flattery gets you nowhere, Your Highness."

Alver sighed. "Shame."

Cale wanted to ask since when were you and Alver gotten close enough to be joking around like that. Of course you had been close to the two of them, but it seemed you have gotten more familiar with Alver. Just in time, Alver caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow, confused why Cale looked like he had a lot on his mind.

"How's your family, Dame [Name]?"

"Oh, my, thank you for asking." You cupped your cheek and closed your eyes as you continued, "My mother is well, but my sisters have been going out to parties more than ever. I think they're starting to have people they fancy."

Cale tilted his head, interested. "You seem relaxed about that."

"It's a part of being young," you told him. "Besides, I'm so busy to the point I can't really keep them safe forever. It's like having kids of your own, I guess. What about you, Cale-nim? What would you do with your own kids?"

Cale let his mouth speak before thinking properly, stumbling out his words. "I guess if we have kids -- wait, no, I mean, I already have kids, like Raon, Ohn, and Hong."

Alver watched this with a raised eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on his lips as he watched his sworn brother trip over his own words and overexplain things. 'Is this why he had been in my office for the last few days?'

"I'm not the type to restrict them too much from experiencing life," Cale told you. "I don't want to be someone they grew to hate because I held them back from living their lives."

You smiled softly at him and Cale grinned, patting himselfon the back for his answer. "That's actually a very good insight for parenting. I might need to remember it once I have kids of my own."

"Aw, look at you both, talking about kids," Alver teased, the shit-eating grin on his face made the alarms in Cale's head come to life.

He caught on.

"Speaking of, Dame [Name], I heard you've been getting many letters regarding marriage," Alver brought up the rumor he had picked up a few weeks ago. He didn't think that such a rumor would end up being something so useful.

"Marriage?" Cale asked, his whole body going tense.

Your cheeks are tinted red as you laughed away Alver's words. "Oh, please, all of them are only sent because they heard you were handing me one of your major projects for developing the kingdom. I'm not dumb enough to see they're simply trying to get to you and Cale-nim."

"You should tell them that you're with my sworn brother so they won't bother you," Alver said, wasting no time to immediately struck that nerve.

You laughed again. "Oh, no, I don't want Cale-nim to get entangled in weird rumors."

"I don't mind."

Cale's cheeks are red when he said that and he wanted to hide from you when you and Alver turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and continued, stuttering a bit when he spoke; "I-I mean, just use my name if they caused you trouble. I don't mind."

"Oh, my, thank you so much, Cale-nim!" You grasped his hand with both hands, the smile on your face so bright that Cale's face immediately darkened with so much blood rushing to his face.

"I might overuse it so much that no one will dare to get close to me," you say, letting go of his hands.

'Oh, please do overuse it,' thought Cale.

"I think that's what my sworn brother would like," Alver added with a grin.

Cale wanted to kick Alver in the shin.

"Do you hate the idea of me with another man that much, Cale-nim?" You asked with a playful grin.

Cale opened his mouth to defend himself but no sound came out when he saw your smile and the red flush of your skin. He closed his mouth and decided to just stand there like an idiot.

"I don't think another man could live up to my standards considering I have been spending so much time with the both of you," you continued shyly. "Perhaps I should linger with the others lest my mother will complain about my being single."

"Or you could just keep spending time with us," Cale prompted, shrugging his shoulders to appear nonchalant. "There's no harm in that. Keep all of the bugging men away."

He doesn't miss the raised blond eyebrow Alver was giving him while you weren't looking.

"Perhaps," you murmured, beginning to walk towards the door. "Talking with the both of you is wonderful but I do have to rush to handle these paperwork."

"What time do you get off work?" Cale questioned quickly.

You stopped, turning to look at the red-head. "Around four. Planning on taking me home and meeting my mother, Cale-nim?"

"She loves the cakes from that dessert shop, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yes, Cale-nim. The strawberry shortcakes are her favorite."

Cale nodded. "Noted."

You bowed to the both of them, excusing yourself out and leaving the two brothers inside the study.

Cale let out a sigh. "Well, I'll be leaving—"

Alver grabbed a discarded paper and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it at Cale who frowns. "What?"

"I cannot believe you came here just so you could ask Dame [Name] on a date."

[whyse7vn]

GHOSTED -

[ ot7 x reader ]

YOONGI -

yoongi: hey

sent 6 hours ago

yoongi: bro

sent 1 hour ago

yoongi: *babe

yoongi: hello?

y/n: yes

yoongi: oh

y/n: ???

yoongi: are we fighting?

y/n: no?

yoongi: so just fuck me then?

y/n: pretty much

yoongi: no one loves you

sent 30mins ago

yoongi: ur annoying me

y/n: hiii babe

yoongi: what is ur problem?

y/n: what?

yoongi: i have a gun to my head

y/n: don’t shoot?

yoongi: why is that a question?

y/n: cuz i’m not sure

yoongi: not sure about what?

y/n: if i want you to shoot or not

yoongi: why have you been taking so long to respond?

y/n: omgee do you miss me???

yoongi: not anymore

y/n: YOU DO?????

ur so cute

yoongi: whatever

sent 10 mins ago

yoongi: okay now ur doing it on purpose

could literally be bleeding out rn and ur ignoring me

sent 20 mins ago

yoongi: all together you’ve ignored me for 8 hours

y/n: i don’t like math

yoongi: i don’t like being ignored

y/n: was busy

yoongi: liar

y/n: i’m being honest you big baby omg!

yoongi: i am not a baby that’s gross

you would literally be in prison rn if i was

y/n: you don’t need to take everything i say literally

yoongi: you didn’t need to ignore me

y/n: i’m here now

what do you want?

yoongi: what do i want????

are you trying to break up with me rn?

y/n: and if i was??

yoongi: i’m not speaking to you rn

y/n: ok

yoongi: this is the part where you beg for my forgiveness

HOSEOK -

hobi: you can’t tell anyone but you know that argument jin and jimin had last week?

sent 5 mins ago

hobi: the one where jin threw his shoe at jimin?

sent 5 mins ago

hobi: anyways it was actually my fault

it wasn’t jimin who ate those strawberry tart things it was me

jin asked me who ate them and i said jimin

just for funzies

and i knew he would believe it

i was gonna say ur name but jin would of let you off to easy

don’t tell ANYONE

i’m fr

tarts were good as hell tho

10/10

hope he gets some more

idk where their from so i fr pray he buys more

sent 3 hours ago

hobi: ANSWER ME

why are you ignoring me 😓?

y/n: bored as hell

hobi: ???

y/n: was bored as hell?

hobi: so you ignored me??

y/n: yeah??

hobi: are you mentally ill?

y/n: possibly?

hobi: gws?

y/n: thanks?

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: are you truma dumping rn?

hobi: you are my truma

y/n: truma by seventeen

hobi: i love seventeen

y/n: so do i

hobi: let’s hang out with seventeen

y/n: i agree

hobi: aju nice

y/n: clap clap clap clap

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: thought we were moving on from this tbh

hobi: bored as hell is not an good excuse for ignoring me

y/n: it’s like we take 2 steps forward then 13 steps back

hobi: 13 just seventeen

y/n: did that just for them

hobi: ur kinda funny

y/n: thx

hobi: stop distracting me omg?

y/n: sorry

won’t do it again

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: if we think about it you’re the mentality ill one in this relationship

hobi: ok that’s a lie

ur a sociopath

y/n: you don’t even know what that means

hobi: i so do

y/n: what does it mean then

hobi: ur abnormal

y/n: fuck you

hobi: it’s okay love my little sociopath 🥰

y/n: …

hobi: the next time you ignore me i’m leaving you

sent 4 hours ago

JIMIN -

jimin: hello there something seems to be wrong with the hand break of my car

can you send anyone out to fix it

📎 3 imagines attached

sent 5 mins ago

jimin: pls i need some to fix it asap

📎 1 video attached

sent 3 mins ago

jimin: this is REALLY REALLY important pls i need to be somewhere in the next two hours

sent 1 hour ago

jimin: THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH

y/n: ew

that is your dick

jimin: when can you send someone out 😖

y/n: get lost

jimin: :((((

sent 1 hour ago

jimin: um okay….

sent 2 hours ago

jimin: yoongi just said i’m “so desperate” in the gc and if he’s talking about what i think he is i will NEVER talk to you again

sent 5 mins ago

jimin: ur lucky

he wasn’t talking about that

sent 4 mins ago

jimin: HEY

4 missed calls from jimin

jimin: fine be like that…

sent 20 mins ago

jimin: thought about it and

idc if the boys see my dick!!

SHOW IT TO THEM IF YOU WANT

I AM NOT ASHAMED

sent 10 mins ago

jimin: STOP IGNORING ME OMG????

2 missed calls from jimin

jimin: i am an example to men fuck you die

y/n: joon laughed and called you a slut

jimin: #slut4myqueen

wait he laughed?????

tf is he laughing for???

4 missed calls from jimin

jimin: HELLLO COME BSCK RN

YOU DONT GET TO SAY THAT AND GHOST ME AGAIN

HELLOOOOO HELLOOO HELLLO GELLO

HELOOEOD

incoming call from jimin…

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: YOU WANNA SEE MY NEW DRESS

jungkook: PLS PLS PLS

SEND PICS

sent 10 mins ago

CAN I JUST FT YOU?

sent 10 mins ago

ANSWERRRRRRR

20 missed calls from jungkook

sent 14 hours ago

jungkook: it’s a new day and i have a knife to my neck

sent 2 hours ago

jungkook: i know you are awake

where are my pictures

send 30 mins ago

jungkook: ok

sent 2 hours ago

jungkook: I LIED IM NOT OK IM NOT

sent 10 mins ago

jungkook: plsplsolslplslpls

y/n: hi

jungkook: dress?

y/n: ??

jungkook: show me the dress

now

y/n: …

jungkook: pls

i’m like a dog waiting to be fed

y/n: never compare yourself to a dog again are you sick in the head

jungkook: me and bam are identical twins rn

y/n: i’m gonna throw up

jungkook: show me the dress 😖

y/n: no

jungkook: ok fine im just gonna go do a line of coke then

y/n: ur being extra

like extremely extra

jungkook: coke is on the table

my lines are ready

im about to sniff

y/n: just come over and see ur for yourself?

jungkook: OH???

OK I WILL

I WILL DO THAT

fuck the lines

i’m omw

HEHEHEHE 🤭🤭

NAMJOON -

namjoon: when you get home text me ok?

sorry i could say bye properly they wanted me to record something

staff are being slow today

i’m kinda getting annoyed

yk i would of walked out with you otherwise

or you can call me

actually just call me

sent 3 hours ago

namjoon: i said call me i mean it

sent 2 hours ago

namjoon: so are you fucking home now??

sent 1 hour ago

namjoon: hello??????

y/n: kim namjoon???????????

namjoon: sorry

i didn’t mean to be mean

y/n: i think you did

namjoon: you didn’t call

y/n: sorry

namjoon: i worry yk??

y/n: i said i was sorry

namjoon: idc

for 6 hours i was on the edge of my seat

what if you died or something?

did you just ignore me for fun or did something actually happen

y/n: i’m home

namjoon: it’s too late to tell me that now

y/n: i didn’t watch our show btw

i’m waiting for you

namjoon: …

y/n: ^^

namjoon: answer my question

y/n: stop being mean

namjoon: you were mean first

y/n: wasn’t

namjoon: you didn’t call babe

y/n: SORRY OMG WONT HAPPEN AGAIN

namjoon: TAKE UR SORRY AND SHOVE IT UP UR ASS TBH

y/n: i’ll watch the new episode rn

namjoon: …

y/n: that’s what i thought bitch

namjoon: i’m not coming home

y/n: oh no!!

my hand it’s just itching to press play rn

namjoon: whatever be there in 10

y/n: once again i prove i wear the pants in this relationship

sent 10 mins ago

SEOKJIN -

y/n: bff can you pick me up

jin: i am NOT ur bff

i am ur BF thank you very much

but ig i could

where are you?

and what the hell are you dumb out so late it’s like 2 am

sent 4 mins ago

jin: how the hell can i pick you up if idk where ur at

ur lucky i’m still awake and willing to come get you

sent 5 mins ago

4 miss calls from jin

jin: what if i kill you

CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE UR AT

sent 2 mins ago

jin: went to look for my car keys and you still haven’t replied

do you want me to break up with you rn?

sent 4 mins ago

12 missed calls from jin

jin: the amount of times i have called your phone is embarrassing

like i’m some obsessed sick freak

WHERE ARE YOU

i really don’t want to have to drive around seoul looking for you

am i a stalker????

sent 10 mins ago

5 missed calls from jin

jin: I HOPE WHOEVER TOOK YOU MAKES YOU SUFFER

okay i take that back

i’m a LITTLE freaked out rn

just a little

don’t let it get to ur head

sent 20 mins ago

jin: DROVE TO HYBE AND THEY SAID YOU LEFT LIKE BEFORE 10???

also why the hell are they still open fr that’s not right

WHERE ARE YOU IM DRIVING AROUND THE STREETS LIKE A LOSER

7 missed called from jin

y/n: LMAO fell asleep in seungcheol’s car

and my phone died

jin: seungcheol???

y/n: seventeen man

scoups?

jin: where are you rn???

y/n: at seungcheol’s

vernon said hi

jin: TELL VERNON TO DIE

y/n: um rude?

i said you said hi back

anyways will come home later might as well stay here for the night

jin: send me the address

y/n: miss me that much??

jin: send it

y/n: are you mad at me???

you started sharing your location with jin

jin: put my reputation on the line for you today

i will never forget this

y/n: why am i scared rn…

TAEHYUNG -

tae:

why is this us

*whimpers in your ear*

sent 14 hours ago

tae: okay that wasn’t that bad

sent 1 hour go

tae: i’ve definitely said worse

sent 2 hours ago

tae: yare yare

sent 1 hour ago

tae: do you think army would call me tae-chan if i asked

or should i be v-chan

but thinking about it tae-chan just connects with me on a different level

it’s so personal

intimate almost

sent 2 hours ago

tae: baka why are you ignoring me

yare yare

sent 3 hours ago

tae: HELLO HELLO

pls 🥺pls 🥺pls 🥺pls🥺

sent 2 hours ago

tae: ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ

me asf

sent 1 hour ago

tae: oh

heyyyyyy lolz

i now see how smoking negatively effects the brain

i would like to formally apologise for the man i was in the last hours

y/n: kys

tae: i was high and watching naruto

forgive me 🥺

y/n: you are out of ur mind

tae: *was

i was out of my mind

never smoking again i swear

y/n: we need to go on a break or something

i need time to fully process the bullshit you just came to me with

tae: live in the moment

don’t dwell on the past

sent 10 mins ago

tae: HEY COME BACK

ily

ghosting me will NOT solve our issues

…

can you tell i was listening to svt when writing this low-key can’t see straight rn how the hell it 1:42 am rn not on tbh

[patheticlittlemen]

i loved ur testosterone post! its v nice to see more trans reader posts :] can i request one with sebastian, alex, and haley?

HOW SDV BACHELORS REACT TO TESTOSTERONE CHANGES PT 2

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Super busy with work and class but here ya go :3 (Once again, mostly based off my experiences on testosterone and a bit NSFW)

ALEX

General- A little jealous of some changes but excited to help you experience what it's like being a man.

Body hair

The cold of winter is finally gone, and it’s time to plant new seeds for the spring. Now that it’s warmed up a bit, you decide to wear shorts instead of your usual jeans. When you walk into the kitchen you see Alex.

“Hey, babe!” He calls out. He walks over to you, picks you up, and places you on the counter. He kisses you and runs his hands along your thighs. Brows furrowing, and he pauses and looks down.

“Whoa! Have you always had this much leg hair?” He leans down, running a hand down your shins.

“It’s new. I’ve been wearing pants a lot, I guess you just never saw.” You say, and Alex places a gentle kiss on your thigh.

“It suits you.”

Facial hair

“Hey, testosterone makes you grow facial hair, right?” Alex asks one night.

“Yeah, that’s a pretty well-known side effect of it. Why?” You ask. Alex hesitates before answering.

“I just…if you grow a better beard than me, I’m gonna be so jealous.” He admits. You smile and grab his hand, squeezing it.

“I can’t make any promises, hun.”

“Fine, I can handle you being the more handsome one in this relationship as long as I’m still the strongest.”

Voice

Laughs every time your voice cracks then profusely apologizes. He loves your raspy morning voice and every time you speak in the morning he blushes.

Bottom growth

Impressed by it. Says, “damn, you grew that all yourself?” And then after you roll your eyes from the comment, he gives you mind-blowing head.

Libido

Horny motherfucker. Like Shane, loves to try anything with you and will give you whatever you want whenever you want.

Bonus: Muscle growth

“Alex, look! I’ve been working out lately…” You flex and Alex’s eyes go wide.

“Holy shit!” He walks over and squeezes your bicep. “Damn, you’re gonna be more jacked than me.”

“Don’t worry, hun. I’m basically on steroids right now, so I gain muscle more easily. I’m basically cheating.” You reassure him.

SEBASTIAN

General- Super supportive and helpful with everything. Does research to make sure you're going through your transition in a healthy way.

Body hair

He likes the hair on your arms and hands. Gushes about how masculine it makes you look.

Facial hair

You wake up to sunlight streaming in through your window. Sebastian’s arms are wrapped tightly around you and his face is buried in your neck.

“Good morning, love.” You murmur and Sebastian pulls back, smiling at you.

“Morning.” He leans in to kiss you, then nuzzles his cheek against yours. He quickly pulls back, a strange expression on his face. He brings his hand up to your face, brushing against your jawline.

“Scratchy. I guess I’ll have to get used to that, huh?” Sebastian grins. “It’ll look great on you.”

Voice

Makes you hum to him while he falls asleep. He gets so excited when your voice drops and tries hard not to laugh when your voice cracks.

Bottom growth

A little confused by it at first, but he wants to learn how to please you. Loves dirty talking about it (i.e. “you’re so hard for me,” “such a pretty cock”).

Libido

Surprisingly keeps up well with you. Of course, he’s not always in the mood, but he loves pleasuring you. He’s very excited to try new things (especially if you want to be dominant).

Bonus: Hunger

You walk into your cabin after a long day of working on the farm. Sebastian is standing in the kitchen, wearing a “kiss the cook” apron. He turns around as you walk in and smiles.

“Hello, darling.” He walks over and kisses you.

“What are you making?” You ask, looking at what’s on the stove.

“Oh! I’ve done some research on what foods are good for you while on testosterone and made some dinner. It’s got vegetables, a lot of protein, and some carbs. There’s some electrolyte water in the fridge for you, too. I know you’ve been super hungry lately, so I’m hoping this will fill you up!” Sebastian smiles.

“You did that for me? I love you so much.”

“Just making sure my husband is happy and healthy.”

HALEY

General- Happy to see you becoming the person you truly are.

Body hair

You’re sitting on the couch, legs across Haley’s lap. She’s absentmindedly stroking them when she pauses.

“Have you ever thought of waxing your legs?”

“No.” You wince at the thought. “That would hurt! Also, I’ve worked hard to grow this much hair.” 

“Just curious. You do have very hairy legs, though. Very manly”

Facial hair

“And then, one of my chickens fell into the pond! So that’s what I had going for me this morning.” You chuckle and look over to Haley, who smiles. Her brows furrow for a second and she leans in, staring intensely at your chin.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You ask, and Haley reaches out and touches your chin, then happily squeals.

“You’re growing a beard!” She says happily.

“I mean, it’s just peach fuzz right now, but-” Haley cuts you off with a kiss.

Voice

Obsessed with your voice. Asks you random questions just to hear you speak and makes you talk to her as she’s falling asleep.

Bottom growth

Before testosterone, she was always good with her mouth and despite her lack of experience with bottom growth, she’s amazing with yours. Can always find the right spots and loves to hear you whimper when she hits them.

Libido

Not always able to keep up with you, but if she ever catches you jerking off she’ll offer a hand (or a mouth). She’s always glad to help you out and is willing to try new things for you.

Bonus: Senses changing

You’re working on a cake with Haley. Every now and then you two like to bake together, as a little date.

“Babe, is something wrong? I’m not fighting you to keep your fingers out of the icing like usual.” Haley teases.

“You’re right. I dunno, I guess I just don’t have as much of a sweet tooth now.” You say.

“More for me then!” Haley sticks her finger in the icing and licks it.

tag list: @simpamonroll

[kosije]

fratboy!gojo official chapter 1.5 ;) rewritten to hell and back!!!

cw: fem! afab reader, cheating boyfriend, mini panic attack, sub reader, unprotected sex, gojo aint shit, reader is has low self esteem

"C'mon babe, just give me one more chance. I love you. She was just a mistake!"

"You slept with her 8 times."

"I'm sorry. Who's talking to you?"

You don't know what to do. You have half of a mind to ask him 'why' before you feel Max’s arms around you.

“You have some fucking nerve even showing your face to her. go slip into some other bitch, loser.”

“How about you let her speak for herself, huh? This doesn’t involve you.”

“Andrew I,” It’s pathetic the way you’re shaking, but when you lift from your friend's arms and see the reassuring nod she gives you, your heartbeat slows. “I just- I won't take you back. Please, just go.” you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind and you almost wince when you see his mouth open again. But he doesn’t speak. For a second you think you see a flash of remorse, but then anger is so hot on his face you don't even recognize him.

“Whatever, not even worth the trouble.” and then he’s just stalking off.

You should feel relieved, happy even. But you don't. in fact, ou feel you’re gonna throw up at any moment. Your arm is wrapped around your chest as you try to ground yourself.

Concrete. breathe in. grass. Breathe out.

There's concrete, grass, and people. Breathe in.

There's concrete, grass, people, and trees. Breathe out.

“-Hey! Did you hear me?”

Vision clearing, you blink up at the voice. You almost forgot Max was here. Her hazel eyes are full of worry, and you think for a second that you’ve died and are being held by an angel.

 Her wine-red hair is in pretty beach waves and her tan skin glows under the fall sun. When your eyes focus on her glossed lips, you realize again that she’s talking.

“Huh? 'm sorry, what was that?”

she’s stroking your hair out of your face with a pout. 

“Nena, you look so drained already. 'Was just saying that I can miss this one lecture and we can go home, just for today.”

you appreciate the concern, so much so you hug deeper into the crook of her neck.

“'m okay. Plus, we are already here.”

You can feel her sigh into the crown of your head. “Alright, but if you ever want to leave-”

“I know.” You still have a sickly feeling in your gut, but her embrace makes the weight lighter. “I’ll tell you, promise.”

“Ok, Nena. Let’s go.”

...

you should’ve gone home.

Actually, that’s a lie. If you did you would miss the lecture on what you need to focus on for your next midterm. But as you gaze at the familiar blue in front of your eyes, you think about how if you were maybe a second faster to leave you wouldn’t be frozen like how you are now. You’re sweating out your cardigan for sure.

“Remember me?"

He knows the answer to that question.

...

"Your uber is almost here! Make sure you call me once you get there, and text me quarterly!"

"I will, don't worry!" you know why she's so nervous to let you go to a party alone and as much as you would prefer her there with you, she has to study. You've spent the past 3 weeks crying, eating, and crying some more. Getting cheated on is horrible. But getting cheated on by your high school sweetheart, who you've been with for 3 years, with his friend's sister? It's all you've been thinking about despite all of yo ur efforts to make it stop. Today is about you. Today has to be about you, because you’re losing yourself. You're gonna go to this party, let loose, have fun, and forget about him. Even if you have your qualms about going to parties alone. 

You pull out your shortest dress, wear your hair how you like, and put on your favorite perfume. When Max sees you, she smiles.

"What a bad girl!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

It's enough of a reassurance that you smile and turn to look for shoes to wear. You're just about to pull out heels when she stops you.

"Short platforms, Hermana. You'll get sores on your feet with anything higher."

you let her pull down heels for you and, with one last tight hug, she goes over everything in your purse.

"Phone?"

"Yup."

"Portable charger?"

"Yup."

"Cash?"

"Always."

"Pepper spray?"

"mhm."

"Keys." instead of speaking, you curl your finger around the jump ring and twirl them around your fingers.

"Okay. okay, yeah, you're set," she says, mostly to herself.

"Max?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm nervous." 

"Don't be," she hums, smoothing your hair and then the neckline of your dress. "You‘ll knock ‘em dead. Just be safe."

"Thank you, I dunno what I'd do without you," you coo, kissing her cheek.

"I know! Have fun!"

...

The party sucks. Not because of food, music, or drinks. Not because of the conversation you’ve been making with familiar faces, or the occasional eyes that fall from your eyes to your chest and legs, and shy question of if you’re open to a date after ‘what happened with that guy.’” And then you’re reminded why you came here before saying “you’re not interested in anything serious at the moment.” Then as you’re on your way to the bathroom, you see him. And when you see him, you see her. And suddenly the fruity drinks turned to shots, and slight swaying turned into tipsy grinding, and then you’re dragging somebody to the couch in tears.

"That piece of shit had the nerve to show his face around here after what he did! I never deserved that! I was there for him it his lowest, then that- that son of a bitch threw it all in my face!"

"Aww baby, what a dick."

"And- and he even," you're sniffling when a hand cups your cheek, wiping away stray tears as you talk the exact thing you were supposed to forget about. "He even gave her the sweater I bought for him! It has our initials on it, not theirs!"

"that's horrible!" it comes out in a gasp, and suddenly you're being pulled against someone's chest. You forget how you got here, nor do you know who’s crystal blue eyes you're looking into, but they sure are pretty. You're just about rolling off his chest to fill your cup again before he reaches into his jean pocket and dangles something in your face.

"Do ya smoke, sweetheart?" he says with a wicked smile and you just nod. Part of you recognizes the man in front of you, so you rationalize that as a good enough excuse. You've seen his white hair somewhere; you just can't place your finger on it.

You don't dwell on it much longer when you see his pink tongue peek from his lips and lick the backwood shut. It's not inherently dirty, but it is enough to make your thighs clench. His hand disappears back into his pocket as he fishes out a lighter, and you're so enamored that your hands find his chest and you gasp. He's ripped. But all he does is smile, take a long drag from his blunt, and then your senses are clouded with smoke.

"Hey!" you're telling him off, but when the smoke clears, he's smirking. You swat his chest in response, but then you're only reminded of how firm he feels under his white tee. And now he’s poking at your sides.

"What's wrong?"

"Quit it!"

"Quit what?" His fingers only speed up, and you're pouting at him to hold back the laugh threatening to escape from you. Heat blooms everywhere he touches, and he keeps it up until your hands trap around his wrist. Seeming bored, he sets his hand on your thigh and brings the blunt to your lips. The next immeasurable amount of minutes is spent rotating it without a word, and the more you smoke, the lighter you feel, and the more your thighs seem to rub together. The heat pooling between your legs only gets worse when his hand squeezes your thigh, and the whine you let out is hard to decider if it was in your head or not.

"Are you apart of this?"

He hums a question, but when you gesture to the surrounding party, he 'ahs' in understanding.

"You don't know? I'm a part of this fraternity."

"I don't even know your name."

Now he genuinely looks surprised, "It's Satoru."

Satoru...? The name sends a pang of recognition through your head, but you can't place it completely. No doubt that he's popular, though. When you tell him your name, he grins.

"That's a pretty name, sweetheart. Fits a pretty girl like you."

And despite your better judgment, you bask in the compliment. The heat between your thighs has turned into slick and there’s no doubt that this party is proving to be beneficial.

“So, you're a jock?" you try to ask it in a steady voice, but with how hazy you're feeling from the weed you doubt it comes out stable.

"Something like that." he laughs, but it's all too vague.

"Is that why you joined?" he takes another long drag and passes the blunt to you, this time blowing the smoke out of your face.

"I joined for a friend," and when that answer doesn't please you, he goes on. "I have a friend, I'm really close to him so I joined the same fraternity as him when he asked. I don't mind it, being in a fraternity has its props, i.e; this party."

His voice is so nice. "You seem like the party type."

He just shrugs and puts the blunt out on a random coaster. "I just like fun, sweetheart. Plus, the desserts are always the best part."

That catches your attention. "Right!" you gush, practically jumping up. You think you hear him groan, but you are faded.

"I never would've thought a frat party would carry the best desserts I've ever had.

"Glad you like it. Especially since I put the word in for it."

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!”

you open your mouth to speak, but something buzzes in the purse next to you and you suddenly remember you haven't texted Max in almost an hour.

"Hey girl u good?"

"???"

"If you're dead I'll kill u,"

"Imsosorryimokaydontworry! 1,"

"K stay safe"

"Did you hear me?"

You snap your head up and see eyes that were icy blue, now a clouded cerulean. "What?"

"I said, it's getting crowded. Do you wanna go upstairs?"

You look around. It looks about the same to you. When you look back at him and his pretty face, you can't find it in you to say no, so you just nod and slide off his lap. Standing up, you get a bit dizzy off your high and grip Satoru's hand to keep from falling flat on your face. And that’s when you realize he's much, much taller than you.

He doesn't seem to mind how tightly you’re holding onto him, even smiling down at you before leading you somewhere up a flight of stairs. Your heart feels like it may beat out of your chest when he pushes past a door that you can just tell isn't his. The room is small, just a bed, closet, and dresser, and none of the trophies on it have his name on them.

“You know, your ex is an idiot.”

You can feel his hands run over your arms when he says it and you’re sighing into him, with your head falling weakly over his shoulder. You know what he wants, and you can't bring yourself to push off him when you feel how his breath fans over your ear and his rock-hard erection brushes against your back.

“You want me to show you better? Give you what you deserve?”

all you do is whine and then he’s kissing down your shoulders and sliding the straps of your dress off.

“Give me an answer, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

And you do. In a breathy gasp, you ask, “Please,” and feel him smile into the crook of your neck before pulling back. You know what he wants, and you can’t bring yourself to push his off, because you want it too.

“Then how about you show me just how pretty you are under that dress, hmm?”

And again, as if on a spell, you do. In slow and shaky hands, you remove your dress, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a cuter set to have worn under. You sit on the bed to take off your shoes. Your heart doubles when you look up at him through heavy eyes from where you sit to see him mirroring your expression. 

“Knew you’d be so pretty. You’re a real sight, sweetheart,” he groans, rolling his palm over his erection with a shiver.

You’re dripping from the praise. Blame it on your destroyed self-esteem, but you haven’t felt this desire in a while. You want to shy away from it, but his fingers run down your clothed slit and you lose yourself. He doesn’t waste time once he feels how wet you are already, just huffs out a laugh and peels your underwear and bra from your sweaty body and groans. 

Your eyes are glued to the way he strips his shirt off, showing his defined stature, but when he kicks off his pants, your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock on full display. He's much bigger than your ex.

“I’ll fuck him out of your head, baby. Don’t bother thinkin’ about anything but my dick.”

…

You couldn’t think of anything else if you tried. He’s bullied himself so deep inside you, you can barely cover your cries with your palm. Satoru rams into you with so much fervor that the bed is squeaking. And when he hits the spot that has you seeing stars, all you can get out is ‘Thank you,’ repeatedly, gripping onto anything you can for a sense of stability.

One hand closes around your throat while the other draws circles on your clit and tears stream down your face as your back arches into him in the bliss of your orgasm washing over you.

“Fuck- so pretty like that. Tell me who fucks you this good. Who makes your pretty pussy cum the hardest?"

"You do! Jus' you Satoru!" that seems to do it, because his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth and his hips are stuttering.

‘m close- fuck tell me where you want it. Want me to come over those pretty tits, babe? Or maybe all over that face, hmm?” on a whim, your thighs close around him.

“Inside. I want you inside. 'm- ahh- ahn the pill, promise,”

And he doesn’t even get another thrust in before you feel him fill you up in airy groans. He rides out his orgasm inside you in frenzied thrust, so when he pulls out you both shudder at the loss of contact. He gathers your clothes up and helps you shimmy back into them, not bothering to hide how pleased he is when you pull your underwear up, trapping the seed that’s dripped out of you. You watch him dress while you run your hand through his hair, laying down the tufts that have fluffed up. You look up at him, to see him already looking at you. And this time it’s not at your lips or tits, but you, and you feel so embarrassed you back away.

buzz!

A chill runs down your spine at the ringing “Oh shit!”

“what’s wrong?”

“M-my roommate!” You say, hands frantically rummaging through the sheets before hearing your bag drop into the floor and pulling your phone out. “Shit! I should’ve been there 30 minutes ago!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I can take you home.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll just get an Uber.” but he’s already picking your bag up and walking out of the room through a group of boys who recognize what happened by the way their eyes widen when they see you stumble after Satoru but say nothing.

When you plop into the passenger seat of his car, you don't know what to think. Should you have done that? At a party at that? He didn't even take you to his room. It's not long until you're simultaneously fighting the urge to puke and fall asleep, but you can’t tell if it’s regret or alcohol. The drive to your dorm is short, and when he reaches the building he rounds the car, opening the door and holding his hand out to you with a boyish expression, you smile to yourself

"What’s got you smilin’ like that?" he mused, easily lifting you from where you sat and steading you with another hand on your lower back.

"Nothing in particular . Just happy," he doesn’t respond to that, just squeezes your hand a bit.

...

"Is that who you were talking to? Oh, my- did you guys fuck?"

"Max, let me sleep." You know she heard that through the pillow you have over your face, but she doesn't pay it any mind.

"The QB, huh? He's a total upgrade from ese cabrón."

QB?

"QB! That's how I knew him! He's the fucking quarterback!"

"Did you seriously not remember... he's has an article written every other day."

"It blanked on me, I guess. I just kept thinking he looked so familiar."

"That's like when girls used to read at concerts to seem mysterious." She's giggling at first, but when your pillow hits her square in her face, she's practically rolling on the floor.

"So, what now? Gonna be a cheerleader to live out that cliche?"

You roll your eyes at her, but a part of you feels disappointed when you think about how things will be now.

"Doesn't matter. Not like it meant anything."

...

“Remember me?"

Of course, you do.

"No."

He knows you're lying. You can tell by the way his smile deepens despite your words. His head dips to yours, just a nudge away from your lips.

"Oh~ Satoru! Thank you! Thank y-" You slap your hands over his mouth and frantically look around the halls to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, most people are more focused on Satoru as they walk by and not on your flustered expression.

"Why are you here, Gojo?" it's not that the sight of him doesn't make you nervous, much less his proximity. But you genuinely do not know why he's talking to you.

"Oh, so we're on a last names basis now? ‘ts not fair, though. I don't even know your last name, sweetheart. Should I just use mine?" he hums, obviously not worried about your apprehension.

"Wait? No? Wh-"

"No?" He pouts, batting his eyelashes. You know it's a joke, but your heart still drops.

"I don't mean 'no' like 'no,' I just- I don't know why you're talking to me. Or how you knew how to find me."

He just shrugs, grinning. “I would love to answer all of those questions… preferably over a nice meal.” his hand falls to his stomach and his head falls to his shoulder. “‘m just so hungry, sweetheart.”

You know what he’s getting at. And maybe if he wasn’t so damn cute, you’d say no. but you can’t ignore that airy feeling floating around you as he smiles at your meek nod. As shallow as it may be, you can’t help the validation you feel at just the idea of someone like Gojo would even give you the time of day. You find that he at least acts like a gentleman. Opening the car door for you. Walking on the side closest to the street. Opening the door to the diner for you.

It’s a homey thing. black-and-white checkered tiles, red walls with tons of polaroids and framed pictures of food and happy families, and a shiny red jukebox that steals your attention.

“Hello, how may I- why are you here?”

“I missed u too, Hime,” he cooed, batting his eyelashes toward a very unamused girl. “Don’t be shy~ I know you missed your favorite customer.”

“Missed you like the plague.” She sneers with a creased brow. Her hand taps on the screen in front of her before flipping her navy-blue pigtails over her shoulders, revealing a name tag that reads “Utahime.”

“Let me show you to your table,” she says, and you don’t miss the way she shoves Gojo out of the way with her shoulder when she walks past him. She guides you two to a booth in the diner's corner with seats the same shade as the walls and tells you that someone ‘will be with you shortly’ after walking away, not without throwing another nasty look at Gojo, and a simple nod to you.

“I’m her best friend , she just has a hard time showing it,” he says, readjusting himself on the leather seats.

“You woulda had me fooled…” you mumble, a little startled when he laughs in response. It’s oh-so warm and you let yourself bask in it quietly, forgetting what you came here for.

but after a bit of conversation over the menu and your orders, you build up enough courage to ask.

“So, what did you need?”

“Hmm?” and the way he tilts his head at the question makes your face warm.

“You took the effort to find my class, must need something important from me.” you say, listening to the buzz from the large overhead fan above you, and the smooth jazz coming from somewhere behind you.

“you’re right,” he says, turning at the same time to thank the server for your food s. “there actually is something important that I need.”

oh?

“You know,” he says, picking around his food with his head resting on his palm. “Ever since we slept together, I can't stop thinking about you.”

oh?

“It’s only been a night!” you squeak, quieting down when you see a server walk by.

“I know. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“So?”

“Don't you wanna get over your stupid ex-boyfriend? he's a real sight for sore eyes, and by that, I mean painful to look at. Especially compared to my looks.”

“I'm not interested!” you whine through your teeth, crushing your straw.

“But then, how else should I calm my heart?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't you get it, doll?” he asks, waving his fork in a circle toward you. “I'm mad for you.”

You almost choke on your drink. Gojo Satoru, mad for you. It’s either a fairytale come true or a sick joke. “But then, what is it you want from me?”

“A chance. A fair one. Let me prove to you that your ex is an idiot.”

[filmbyjy]

i loveeed ur poly imagine!! Could u make more? Maybe like what dating each ship is like?

a/n: oooo yes of course!! and so sorry for taking so long with this request😔 been extremely busy.

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

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enhypen poly: what is it like to date each ship (popular ones)

| HEEJAKE / RAMYEONZ

man this ain’t fair >:(

sim jaeyun share some of heeseung with me :(

bye bc jake acts so baby girl around heeseung it’s actually so funny and cute at the same time

I mean honestly, same. jake, you have a valid reason to be acting like that

but anyways, what is it like to date heejake?

well for one thing, you definitely would be third wheeling them most of the times

“hyunggggg, come quick!! the round is starting!”

queue heeseung bolting back into the room as you were sitting on the bed.

don’t be sad though. they do hang out more than you hang out with them but they know when to step in and make you feel loved.

I also won’t deny. you’ve got two most flirtiest people to date

so pretty much expect to get attacked 24/7

because seriously they will out of nowhere give you that sexy ass look before leaning down to kiss you

which btw kissing your lips is their favourite past time.

100% makeout session like most of the time.

jake does it the most though. heeseung will just be playing his game.

“babe, i’m gonna order something.” heeseung says as he turns around to you and jake literally making out on the bed.

“let’s get some pizza.” jake says after he pulls away from lips. he goes back to kissing you after heeseung hums.

they are also clingy so enjoy that

| JAKEHOON aka SOULMATES

with heejake, your relationship is more chaotic but with jakehoon, it’s more chill.

when it comes to the both of them, I believe jake is more chill whilst hoon is the chaotic high energy one

literally manhandles you on the bed to get a kiss from you

“STRONG MAN.” sunghoon shouts.

jake is still cuddly but he plays it more safe.

for one thing, they will constantly ask you to choose between layla or gaeul

“babe babe, layla or gaeul?” jake says.

you can’t choose either one of them😔 they are both too adorable

“asking me to choose between layla or gaeul is literally like asking me who is the better boyfriend.” you deadpan.

“so, layla or gaeul?” sunghoon says.

you never answer that question and choose to avoid it at all cost.

ah speaking of layla and gaeul, you officially have two fur babies!

which means you are dubbed as layla and gaeul’s mother

and yes, you get to cuddle layla and gaeul. if the boys are out doing their own thing, you have layla and gaeul to yourselves

now put aside the puppers, I believe jakehoon are pretty affectionate.

sure, sunghoon is all tsundere and shit but really he just gets a little flustered to be soft.

so like just give him a big hug and cuddle

| JAYWON / MEOWZ

bro, I wanna date jaywon

THEY SEEM SO BOYFRIEND AND PERFECT CANDIDATES OF LIKE POLY RELATIONSHIP

THEY’D TREAT YOU SO DAMN RIGHT I SWEAR

jay makes dinner while you and jungwon just sit and cuddle

like hello?? that’s the most perfect scene

and if you are the same age as jay (like me😏) then both you and jay will baby jungwon

“wonie.” you pout.

“noona.” he smiles.

STOP THATS SO CUTE. I WANNA CUDDLE JUNGWON👺

UNFAIR

affection with them is the best

jay loves cuddling you

in fact, the both of them curl up to you like actual cats☹️🥺

this is them with you

I want this yoi

and yes that means you have joined the yoi cult

every single sentence you have includes yoi bc of jungwon

“jagiya, do you want to eat?” jungwon asks.

“yoi.” you answer.

“yoi.” jungwon says.

thats true love right there🫶🏻

| SUNKI aka please come back I miss you two together💔

god sunki was something else :(

i’m going to like say this was puberty and ni-ki still loves sunoo very much

I know the boy still adores him

anyways, how is it like dating sunki?

well for one thing, it feels like you are babysitting ni-ki

you wanna try to have a normal date but nah ni-ki doesn’t allow it

sunoo already planned like a picnic date

but suddenly it’s a football date??

but like the both of you aren’t complaining much, ni-ki is still baby. you want him to live out his childhood as much as possible

ni-ki is extremely cuddly whilst sunoo is okay with affection

“noona, i want a hug!” ni-ki appears out of nowhere with his arms wide out.

you give in bc ni-ki deserves it

the only time he doesn’t deserve it is when he plays pranks on both you and sunoo. neither of you can take it

“should we give ni-ki the silent treatment?” sunoo asks.

“how about no cuddles till next week?”

“noooo noona :(( please i need cuddles.” ni-ki pouts.

STOP I WANNA SQUISH HIM :(

I wont lie, yours and sunoo’s patience has definitely improved a lot since ni-ki was in the picture

like dude you may just become jay’s level of unbothered

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

[jordisblogg]

ur best friend pt.2

shuri.u x reader / riri.w x reader

warnings: romanticizing cheating, angst

a/n: i think i have a thing for having shuri call the reader 'pretty girl'

you straightened up the straps of your bra as shuri slid her basketball shorts back up to her waist. your hair was a mess, your legs ached, there was a strong aroma of sex in the room, and you needed to quickly get dressed before riri came back.

“as much as i would love for you to stay here with me, baby, riri’s gonna be here in like half an hour. and i still need to do something with my fucked out head.” you sigh, directing to the nest of curls that sat atop your head. shuri chuckled and leaned over to give you a quick, sweet kiss.

“i still think you look beautiful.” she spoke against your lips before trailing down to your neck and you were so close to melting into her again, and falling back into the bed with her, but you stayed strong.

“i can’t, shuri.. riri she.. she’ll be here..” you let out breathlessly, shuri at first wasn’t going to take you seriously, but she knew how bad it would be if she came in and saw both of you half naked on your bed.

“i know, i’m sorry pretty girl, i couldn’t help myself.” she gave you that smile that you loved so much, that had girls dropping to their knees and swooning over her, and you were getting a firsthand experience of that.

you looked over at your alexa, noticing what time it was, you quickly rushed shuri to the door, emphasizing that you don’t want her to get caught.

“okay, okay, usana, just promise you’ll call me later.” she leaned against the doorframe, placing her hand on your waist, rubbing her thumb slightly, and you couldn’t help but give an amused sigh.

“yes, my love, i promise i’ll call you.” you leaned up and gave her a couple pecks on the lips.

after a couple attempts you finally managed to get shuri to go to her dorm. you had just enough time to fix your clothes, spray the room with a nice scent, and tie your scarf on your head to cover up the fact your hair was a hot mess.

you heard a couple knocks on the door, and you knew it was riri, so you shouted that it was unlocked. you waited for her to walk in as you pretended to just get out of the bathroom.

“hey, babe!” you greeted the shorter girl, walking up to her to give her an embrace, and she happily reciprocated.

“haven’t been over here in a minute, whatchu’ been doing, mama?”

“um— nothing, really, just been to myself, lately.” you tried to come up with a lie. you know you’ve recently would reject riri’s requests to hang out in your dorm.

“yea, i get that!” she plopped onto your bed, taking a whiff of your spray that surrounded the room.

“smells good in here, you’ve been cleaning or something?”

“yeah, you know me, like my room smelling fresh!” you gave a cheeky smile.

you and riri didn’t really do much for the rest of the afternoon, mainly just watching movies, you rarely talked, which was strange, normally you had so much to tell her. and she was waiting for you to tell her about your job or rant about your teachers, but nothing came, it was.. awkward. she never felt awkward with you, something was wrong.

“y/n.. are you mad at me?” she looked over at you, snuggled up into her chest as you stared at the tv. you peered up at her, and gave her a confused look.

“no, why do you say that?”

“just asking.. you’ve barely said anything since i walked through the door..”

“oh no! i’m just tired, is all, don’t worry about it, babe.” you reassured her then returned your gaze back to the tv, but she continued to stare at you, clearly not satisfied with that answer, but she let it go, not wanting to push it further.

the rest of the times you would see riri, it would be exactly like that, silence and barely any bonding and it was about a 2 weeks after you and shuri instance of practically making out in the restaurant bathroom. you and shuri had been talking on the phone constantly, only because you've been constantly telling riri that you wanted to stay in your own dorm for the night. she didn't seem to mind, but she was a little hurt, but she made sure you didn't see. but she had started to notice that you had shuri were spending quite a lot of time together, and when all you would hang out, you would mainly talk to her, acting as if her and mj weren't right there, and shuri enjoyed it.

she even insisted on walking you to class whenever riri was running late or couldn't do it that day. riri couldn't help but feel a little jealous that her girlfriend and her best friend were hanging out more than they should. she felt like you were distancing from her, and she didn't like it. she wanted to ask you about it, but she didn't want to seem insecure, but she also didn't want this to actually turn out to be something that it shouldn't have and she hadn't addressed it sooner.

she couldn’t take this mysteriousness and decided to search your things, she needed to ease her stress, and tried to stop hoping of the worst. she had came over to your room one night, you both hung out for a little bit before you told her you needed to shower, feeling uneasy by the uncomfortable silence, she nodded and waited for you to close the bathroom door. once she heard the shower start she reached over to your nightstand, snatching your phone off the charger and typing in your passcode, luckily you hadn’t changed it from your birthday so she was able to get in.

she went to the instagram dm’s first, found nothing, so far so good. she searched whatsapp, nothing, she even checked tiktok (better safe than sorry) and found nothing. she then drifted to the message app, she took a deep breathe before she opened it. she quickly noticed that shuri was the first contact at the top of your list, matter of fact, she was pinned. but riri wasn’t. her heart started to beat out of her chest.

she clicked on shuri’s name and she soon felt sick.

shuri baby🩶

hey, pretty girl, just checking on you, let me know when riri leaves

hi lovey!!! don’t worry she’ll probably be out soon, i know she said she had a paper to finish so it won’t be long, i’ll let you know when you can come over🤍

“what the fuck..” riri whispered to herself. this had to be some kind of sick joke? this wasn’t what she wanted to find. due to her curiosity, she continued to scroll upwards, seeing more messages between you two, some lude, some romantic. but either way, all of it made her feel betrayed, she even went to your call histories, and it would be the exact time you would text riri, telling her you were going to bed. she searched your photos, immediately greeted with pics of you and shuri, chilling in your bedroom, or snaps of you both holding hands.

she couldn’t even begin to describe how she felt. disowned? stupid? she felt like she wanted to throw up and her eyes began to water. she tried to calm herself quietly, you had shut your water off and were most likely more able to hear any outside noise.

she couldn’t handle this. how could she have been so stupid? she should’ve seen this coming after how distant you’ve been with her. but when did this even start?

she scrolled all the way up, until she found a particular message.

you looked good in that dress, pretty girl

she noticed it was the same date as the day you all went out to dinner, did something happen then that started all of this?

suddenly she heard the door open and she quickly put your phone back on the charger and placing it back where it was.

“did anything happen yet?” you turned to the tv, asking about the movie you both were watching.

“uh.. n-no, nothing yet..” you turned around and saw the way your girlfriend was looking. you frowned.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing.. i’m cool! i’m— uh.. i’m just gonna go to my room, getting kinda tired so i figured i should go ahead and finish my paper..” she faked a yawn. you looked at her questioningly, but shrugged in response.

“if you say so. well.. good night baby, i’ll see you tomorrow.” you bent down to place a kiss on her cheek, but riri knew there was no meaning behind it, there was no meaning behind anything you’ve said to her for the past week. and for the first time, she felt dirty after you kissed her, but she faked a smile for you.

she grabbed her phone and walked out of your dorm, not even bothering to say goodbye back to you.

the next few days she was losing it more and more. she needed to discuss this, how long were you going to keep this a secret? how long were you going to pretend like you still loved her?

she felt betrayed, by not only you, but shuri too, who was supposedly her best friend. she was going behind her back to be with you, knowing you both were dating, and had been dating for a while!

if you weren't going to address it, then she was, but how was she going to?

so now here she was, walking side by side with you, sweating bullets, battling with herself on asking you about your recent behavior. you weren't paying attention to her though, to busy looking down at your phone (texting shuri). you've had to admit, for you and her to be talking for a good few days she sure was being very affectionate, not that you minded. just this morning you saw that she had left roses for you in your dorm, which she most likely placed before she had left your room while you slept after you both had hung out the previous night, something riri had never done.

shuri wasn't only there materialistically, she was there emotionally, physically, her way with words was enough to make you fold. she made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and god, the way she calls you pretty girl in her mother tongue. she was literally heaven sent, and sexy as hell. though you can't say riri was all bad, she was sweet to you, but after a couple months you had realized.. she just wasn't for you. you didn't have the heart to break hers, so you stayed.

that wasn't an excuse, you knew that, you were only hurting her more by keeping this secret, but what were you supposed to tell her? 'sorry babe, but i've been cheating on you with your best friend for almost a week because she makes me wanna drop my drawls?'

"y/n!" you picked your head up from your screen and looked over to your girlfriend riri.

"yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" you put your phone in your purse and riri sighed as she swallowed her last bit of doubt before speaking,

"i wanted to talk to you about the last couple of days.." she started and your stomach dropped immediately, you started to feel queasy. does this have to happen now?

"what about it?" you cocked your head to side in fake confusion.

"i.. um- i noticed that you and shuri.. had started hanging out.. more than usual. and i'm not tryna sound insecure or nothin' but.." she tried to reel you in, hoping you'd just tell on yourself, she didn't want to 'accuse' you then have you yelling at her, making a scene. you sucked in the hair through your nose as you waited for her to ask that question you've been dreading all week. "do you like.. like her more than me or something?"

hell yeah

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"come on , y/n, i'm not a fucking dumbass. i know how you both be looking at each other.. i just wanna know.." riri was starting to get agitated at your attempts of acting stupid. she wasn't in the mood for games, she just wanted to know if she was getting played, or if she has been since you both got together.

"riri, i-"

"hey riri, hey y/n!" just the person she did not want to see for the first time in ever, shuri. what made it worse was how good she looked and you couldn't help but stare. she had called you both from down the walkway of one of the student housing buildings, hoping to see how her friends were doing, but once she finally reached the two of you and saw the look on riri's face, that thought quickly diminished.

"oh, is this a bad time?"

"no/yes!" you and riri blurted out simultaneously and all shuri gave back was a blank stare, not knowing whether to go or to stay.

"i think shuri should be in on this too." riri said, eyeing shuri deviously.

"ri, come on, don't put shuri in this, this is just between you and me, okay?" you pleaded, not wanting to get the princess in trouble, you knew how close of friends she and riri were, though you knew better, they weren't going to be friends after this regardless if she was in the conversation or not.

"nah, fuck that, i've been noticing how you two been getting friendly on each other and shit since that day we went to dinner," you and shuri shared a look, "what, yall think i didn't notice? i've been seeing it all.. i've noticed how you barely want to spend time with me anymore, you don't even want me at your dorm! when we all hang out, yall two acting like me and mj ain't even there!" riri animatedly listed all the signs. you couldn't have felt worse at the moment. you both knew this was going to catch up at some point.

"don't treat me like i don't know what's been going on, like i don't know yall haven't been fucking seeing each other behind my back."

"riri.." shuri attempted to reason with the engineer, but riri wasn't having it.

"no! shuri, you were supposed to be my best friend, you're supposed to have my back. but yet- you go behind my back and fuck my girl, after everything me and you went through?!"

"and y/n, i never did anything to you for me to deserve this shit!" riri gave herself a minute to calm down before she prepared to speak again, "i went through your phone.." she admitted. your eyes widened, and shuri only looked at her.

"..saw the texts.. between you two. why.. why didn't you just tell me i wasn't enough for you?" riri's voice began to break as tears began to fill her eyes, and your heart only broke more.

"riri.. i'm so sorry" what else more could you say? that you didn't mean it? that you regret it? you didn't want to lie anymore.

"we should've known from the beginning that we should've told you to keep this from happening. we- i should've known better, and i'm sorry, i truly am sorry. but i can't say that i regret what happened between us, there was something about y/n that i craved, that i knew i had to have her. though, this was the wrong way to do it." shuri finally spoke up.

riri nodded in agreement, suspiciously too fast, "i get it."

"ri- come on.." you tried once more, but she didn't respond to you, only stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking off.

you sighed and dropped your head in defeat, this was not the way you wanted that to play out. you then suddenly felt a hand underneath your chin, and bring your face up.

"come on, i'll talk you out, wherever you want to go, if it'll make you feel better." you couldn't help the smile that spread across you face, shuri just had that affect on you. you knew she was better for you, but you felt horrible what it did to riri, she's most likely never going to talk to you again, and you couldn't blame her, but you couldn't worry about that at the moment.

you took shuris hand and she led you to her car, preparing to spend the rest of the day cheering you up after the event that just occurred.

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

hi babe!! i do NOT mean to badger but I’m addicted to ur writing🙈 was wondering if you’d please do CEO/hubby!Rafe where reader’s been waiting for him to come home all day and won’t stop sending him slutty shit (texts/pics) while he’s @ work (little does she know he’s doing a presentation so it broadcasts for his whole meeting to see) and he’s punishes her when he gets home (but like he lowkey gets the biggest ego boost from it cause it’s his needy girl ofc)?? w lots of dirty talk, spanking, overstim, dacryphilia, etc. thank you again SOOOSOSO much if you decide to write 😚<3!

my eyes only | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: After your attempts to seduce Rafe while he’s at work end in his coworkers seeing what’s only meant for him, Rafe comes home on a mission to prove who you belong to.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ content, smutty smut smut, ceo!rafe, slight! dacryphilia, dirty talk, punishment, spanking, overstimulation, dom!rafe, sub!reader, teasing, exposed nudes (in a way?)

A/N: Never a badger I’m so happy you love my writing ❤️😭 Sorry for taking forever to get to it but I hope you like it! All of your requests are 🥵 and I have way too much fun writing them LMAO

Rafe smiles as he watches the picture of you two on your wedding day come across his phone, picking it up so he can answer your phone call. You'd been texting him on and off all morning, Rafe feeling a sense of pride that you can't seem to get enough of him even when he's away. 

"Hey, baby girl," He greets, dropping his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. He knew what he was getting himself into by answering your call, but he needed to hear the aftermath of what he did this morning. It fed his ego in a way that he can’t even put into words. 

"Hey, handsome," Your sultry voice echoes through the other side of the phone, Rafe catching onto the soft desire laced in your tone despite you trying to feign innocence. "What're you doing?" 

"Getting the last finishing touches done on this presentation. Meeting's in a few minutes,” Rafe tells you. You hum, a curious lift to your tone, "I thought you had the meeting this morning?" 

"We were supposed to but half the office was stuck in traffic after that bad accident so we just pushed it back to after lunch," Rafe explained, lazily going through the graphics of his presentation. He’s already made sure it was up to par before you called. 

"Mmm," You mumble, Rafe hearing the smirk that is no doubt on your face as you ask, "But you have a few extra minutes?" 

"Yeah, sweet girl," He smiles. "What're you doing?" 

"Touching myself." 

Rafe almost chokes on his own spit at your words, regaining confidence as he scoffs at you in disbelief. He hears rustling on the other side of the bed, a small whimper leaving you making Rafe’s jaw clench that he’s not there to see what you’re doing. 

"You better be joking. You know the rules," Rafe reminds you, knowing you don’t really need it. You know he likes to be there if you’re gonna do anything remotely close to touching yourself, mostly because he can stop you midway and do it himself. The thought of you being alone in your bed pleasing yourself while Rafe is at work is enough to make him want to drive home now. 

But this God forsaken meeting is what’s stopping him. 

"Why do you think I called?" You teased, becoming more breathless. "I can't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning." 

"Yeah?" Rafe smirks, memories of his head between your thighs this morning flashing in his head. "What about it?" 

"You ate me out so good,” You respond, giggling and letting out a small moan. "I miss your tongue." 

"That's all you miss?" Rafe rasps, stopping himself from reaching down and palming the growing bulge in his pants. You would call not even five minutes before his meeting just to drive him crazy. It’s what you did best; something he both loved and hated. 

"No," You whimper, "I miss you. I want you to come home so I can show you exactly what I'm missing." 

"Fuck, baby-" Rafe’s jaw cocks, about to speak the filthiest things into your ear to get you off until he can get home. A knock on the door to his office is what stops him, his assistant leaning in the room with a soft smile. 

"Mr. Cameron?" She greets, "They're ready for you in the conference room." 

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing you heard what was said by your huff on the phone. He nods at his assistant to send her away, the spell you had on him being broken now that he has to stand in front of a bunch of middle aged coworkers and pretend he didn’t have the hottest fucking wife. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie," He tells you, sitting up to close his computer and unplug it. "I'll come home as soon as I can. Behave until then." 

"Okay, Mr. Cameron," You drawl, tone filled with lust as you hang up before he can respond. He scoffs in disbelief again, looking down at the phone. 

"You are gonna be the fucking death of me." 

He grabs his Macbook, standing up and checking to make sure his hard on went down. After a quick run through of football and all of his favorite players, he was able to get rid of the bulge in his pants, trying to keep you as far from his mind as possible so he can focus on this meeting right now so he can fuck the shit out of you later. 

••• 

"This demonstration is just to show that if we move things around in the budget, we'd have more-" Rafe is interrupted from his breakdown of the graph by another message popping up on the corner of the display screen. 

The Wife: Come home and fuck me already. 

Rafe clears his throat, relieved when the message disappears relatively quickly. He knew his coworkers read what you said, but they made no motions to act like they did. Still, Rafe had to keep it professional. 

"Sorry about that," Rafe apologized, shaking his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts about you as he continued. "As I was saying, most of the money in this company is being wasted on-" 

The Wife: I'm so wet right now 

The Wife: Wanna see? 

Rafe's mouth slams shut, mind going blank for a moment before it clicked what would be coming next. You were growing more needy in your messages, and as much as Rafe loves when you were needy, this was a slippery slope he was going down by trying to ignore your messages. 

"Give me a moment." 

Rafe walks over to the table, moving his finger across the keyboard to wake the Mac up. He looked around for the messaging app, opening it in order to mute the conversation with you. Unfortunately, when he opened the message app the thread of your messages was already opened, leaving what you sent him to be displayed in front of everyone.

The text messages were nothing; Rafe could deal with his coworkers teasing him about messages from his wife. What he couldn't deal with was his colleagues seeing a picture of you laid on the bed, hand grabbing your boob as you bite your lip. He couldn't deal with another picture showing up of you, back arched with your perfect ass perched up in the air. 

And what he damn sure couldn't deal with was watching his coworkers' cheeks flush as they gawked at the photos, some of them adjusting in their chairs. He slams the laptop closed, unhooking it from the monitor completely. He hears his phone ding in his pocket, and he knows it's another message from you. 

Grabbing his laptop, he kept his face void of emotion, but his eyes held an anger that made his colleagues cower. He gave a look that could kill all of the men around the table, leaving no room for argument in his tone, "We'll finish this meeting tomorrow morning." 

He doesn't wait for responses, walking out of the meeting room and to his office. He throws the laptop on the leather couch that's in there, running his hands over his face as he sits at his desk. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone to open your message. 

There you lay, hair spread out over the pillow with an arm stretched out to hold the phone above you. You were in his favorite lingerie, the red lace perfect against your skin, and your other hand is pushed into your panties. His mouth loses all moisture as two things click in his mind. 

The first was that you looked fucking beautiful, and he couldn't wait to get home. 

The second thing was that if he would've waited a second later, they would've seen a sight that only he is allowed to see — you touching your perfect little pussy. 

Anger coursed through him at the thought of his coworkers seeing that picture. It coursed through him at the thought that they saw the other pictures. They saw what a desperate little slut you could be, and he knew they would be imagining you being a desperate little slut for them. 

The Husband: You better be naked and in position when I get home. 

••• 

You hear the front door open, making you gasp as you rush onto the bed. You get on your knees at the front of the bed, leaning back on your calves as you face the door, fingers playing with each other behind your back. 

Your breathing picked up in anticipation what was to come, and you had to take deep breaths to steady your heart rate. When Rafe woke you up this morning with his head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, you knew the day would only end the same way. 

He'd been such a cocky man, smirking at you while you begged him to skip work and stay with you, so you wanted to return the favor by making him so hard while he's at work that he can't even think straight. You weren't surprised when he texted you telling you to get into position by the time he got home, if anything you expected it. 

You knew you were pushing his limit with the picture of you touching yourself — Rafe wasn't forgiving to you breaking his rules. But you knew the picture did its job when not only five minutes later he was texting you that he was on the way home. 

The bedroom door opens, and you look up to see Rafe standing at the doorway with an unreadable expression. His jaw clenched as he walks in the room, undoing his tie and loosening his collar as he moves to stand directly in front of you. 

You gaze up at him with a feigned innocent look, Rafe cocking his head in response with a lifted eyebrow. He brings a hand up, lightly moving your hair from your face and tracing your jaw with his fingers. He moves until his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down. You get the hint, opening your mouth while he slides the digit in. 

He’s still not saying a word, something you weren’t expecting. He just continues to look at you with a blank expression as he presses his thumb down onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around it as you suck lightly. He bites his lip, letting out a low chuckle. 

“Quite a show you put on for me today,” He started, rubbing your cheek with the back of his other hand. You smile lightly as you continue to lick at his digit, a rush of arousal going through you at his tone. All of a sudden, the hand that was softly stroking your cheek comes down to wrap around your throat tightly, “Me and all of my coworkers.” 

You stop your movements, eyes knitting together as a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Rafe unwraps his hand from your neck to bring it to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it hard, making your head tilt back as a broken gasp leaves your lips. 

His eyes are hard as he leers down at you, “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

He brings his thumb out of your mouth, tracing your lips as you swallow before responding, “No, sir.” 

He hums, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle finger as he pushes them into your mouth, shoving them until they hit the back of your throat. You gag, making Rafe slap your face before pushing his fingers back in your mouth.

“Relax,” He ordered, and you relaxed your throat as your jaw went slack. “How are you gonna take my cock down your throat if you can barely handle my fingers?” 

You whimper as Rafe’s lips press into a hard line, forcing his fingers in and out of your mouth. He curses, eyes dark as he removes his hands from you, undoing his pants. He motions for you to get up, "Get on your knees on the floor." 

You're quick to do so, getting up as Rafe takes your place at the edge of the bed. You get on your knees in front of him, watching as he pulls his cock out. He surprises you when he doesn't immediately grab your head, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks at you with an expectant look, "Go on." 

You wrap your hand around his cock, about to put him in your mouth when he uses his pointer finger to your chin, pushing your head up as he looks down at you. 

"If you do a good enough job, I might not hurt you as much." 

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat, thighs clenching as you nod your head before quickly correcting yourself, "Yes, sir." 

He gives you a nod, wordlessly telling you to continue. You don't waste any time, taking him in your mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His legs tense as you push your head down, looking up at him the way he likes once he's deep in your throat. He groans, hands flexing on the bed as he stops himself from grabbing a fistful of your hair. 

You know this is the beginning of his punishment; not touching or directing you. He knows how much you love it when he grabs your hair and just starts using your mouth, but he wants to make you earn it. He wants you to prove that you can do it on your own, and you know he's itching for a reason to give you the full wrath of him. 

You take him as far as you can, Rafe telling you to go deeper. You try, but pull off once you start to gag, rubbing his cock with the spit from your mouth. You take him in your mouth again, Rafe surprising you and bucking his hips up. You pull off, and Rafe growls as he glares down at you. 

"Keep pulling off. I dare you," He warns, and your eyes widen in response. You swallow, hyping yourself up and taking him in your mouth again. Taking him deep in your throat, you compose yourself when he bucks his hips again, mouth not leaving his cock as you bob your head up and down. 

The blowjob is sloppy, Rafe pushing himself into your mouth while keeping his hands next to him. You move faster up and down, pushing your head all the way down until your nose brushes his light pubic hair. You're about to pull up when Rafe brings a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there. 

Your hands grasp onto his thighs as he holds your head down, Rafe bucking his cock into your mouth roughly. Tears start to form in your eyes at his movement, pushing through it as you take him deep in your throat. Rafe groans loudly, using his grip on your hair to rip you off of him, you falling back onto the floor. 

"Come here," He orders, you get up and walk until you stand between his legs, You start to rub the tears from your eyes, Rafe stopping your hands and holding your face in his hands, eyes scanning over you. "So pretty when you cry from my cock, right baby?" 

You nod, Rafe glaring at you at your lack of verbal response. You go to correct yourself, but Rafe slaps you as he sits back on the bed, "Get across my lap." 

You hesitate, knowing what would happen if you did. You've come to be able to read your husband and his moods, especially in the bedroom, and right now he was in the mood to turn your ass black and blue. The comment about his coworkers runs through your mind, and you slowly lay yourself across his lap. 

He’s quiet at first as he runs his hands over the soft cheeks of your ass, gripping the flesh before rubbing again. You knew he was trying to ease you into the punishment, not wanting to immediately start spanking you, which told you that you did a pretty good job with the blowjob. 

“You did a good job baby,” He echoes your thoughts, voice calm. But you know this is the calm before the storm. “So instead of what I was going to do, we’re only going to do twenty spanks, okay?” 

Your breath hitches. Twenty? Instead of what he was going to do? Your heart beats faster as the anticipation of what’s to come sinks in, and you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for the punishment when Rafe grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he glares down at you. 

“When I ask a question, you fucking answer me. Trust me, you don’t want to push me right now.” 

“I’m sorry,” You instantly replied, eyes begging. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” He whispers, hand loosening its grip on your hair as you rest it back onto the bed. He brings a hand to your back, resting it there as he uses his other hand to continue massaging your ass. “Tell me why you’re being punished.” 

Your answer is cut off by Rafe raising his hand, bringing it back down harshly on your ass. The sound of the spank echoes in the room, and you let out a low squeak in surprise. You whimper, “B-because I teased you while you were at work.” 

Rafe hums, the sound condescending as he lands another hard smack on the cheek of your ass. He makes a tsks sound as he mumbles, “Not just me.” 

“My coworkers saw what a needy little slut you are,” He continued, hand still lifted from your ass as you waited for the next blow. “Do you think that was fun for me? Watching other men see you the way only I’m allowed to.” 

He brings his hand down, this slap harder than the last ones as it radiates the same anger in his tone. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“How-” 

He cuts you off with another brutal slap to your ass. The comforting hand on your back is removed as he grabs you by your hair again. Your neck strains at the angle he forces you so you can meet his glare, his eyes dark. “I’m talking. You only talk when I ask you something, is that clear?” 

Your mind grows foggy from his movements, your ass already on fire as you think to yourself you have about fifteen more of these. He doesn't take your lack of response lightly, bringing his hand down on your ass again. “Don’t make me hurt you.” 

“Yes sir! Yes,” You breathe out, Rafe roughly letting your head go again as he brings his hand back to run against your skin. You relish in the comfort, Rafe pausing the harsh spanks to massage the flesh of your ass. The touch is hot, the light stings as he rubs making you whimper into the bed as tears form in your eyes. 

“Such a shame,” Your husband mumbles. “I was ready to come home and make love to my beautiful wife after leaving her high and dry this morning.” 

The softness of his tone is not reflected in the harsh slap he lands on your ass again, voice growing hard and cold, “Was gonna make it up to you.” 

The anger continues as he immediately spanks you again impossibly harder than the last time, and you let out a small noise. “Now, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” 

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise as he continues the assault on your ass, knowing if you did he would add even more to the punishment. You know when to push him, and as much as you wanted to act like a spoiled brat right now he had the upper hand. 

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my composure when those pricks were looking at you like you were some plaything,” He spits, spanking you again. “Like you were their plaything.” 

His own words anger him, the thought of his coworkers thinking of you as anything other than his driving him crazy. “Is that what you wanted? You wanted other men to see you like that?” 

“No,” You whine, Rafe making a noise in protest. He knows that wasn't your intention, but he needs to hear it. “I promise. It was only for you.” 

“That’s right. Just for me,” He praises, hand coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head again. You gaze up at him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, eyes flashing as he notices the tears streaming down your face. “Because you’re my little plaything, isn’t that right?” 

“Yes, sir. I’m only yours.” 

He breathes harshly, spanking you again as he keeps your head tilted up at him. He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh impact, and you feel him start to harden under you. "I'm gonna spank you harder now. I'm not stopping. If you're smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut until I’m done.” 

He lets your head fall as he brings his hand to rest on your back again, fingers tracing you to offer some sort of comfort for what's about to come. You bury your face on the comforter, mouth biting down on the fabric as you will yourself to not make any noise as he starts to land harsh smacks on your ass. 

You cursed at yourself for thinking he was being rough before. Now that he's not stopping, he's focusing fully on landing brutal hits on your ass. Rafe's hand on your back stops being used as a comfort tool as he presses it down harder to keep you still as you begin to squirm. 

He shushes you as he slows down, the last few spanks on your ass being even more cruel and merciless. There are dried tears on your face as you whimper into the sheets, Rafe massaging your ass as he stops the punishment. 

“Come here, baby,” He softly whispered, helping you up and sitting you on his lap in a straddling position. The heat of your ass grazes his pants, the friction causing discomfort as you try to raise up only for Rafe to grab your hips, pushing you on his lap. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, bringing his hands back to your cheeks and rubbing the dried tears. 

“You did a good job, baby,” He whispers, and you whimper at the praise. Your mind is in a haze as you lean your forehead against his, eyes closing as you take the time to breathe. “But I’m not done.” 

At his words, your eyes come open again as you meet his unreadable expression. His eyes are more gentle than before, but you can still see the anger swimming as you pout up at him, about to plead your case. He shushes you as he runs his hands over your hair, kissing you softly. 

“It’s okay. I just have to show you that you can’t do that again. I almost killed everyone in that room, and I would have if they saw you touching what's mine.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, pecking his lips continuously as the guilt sinks in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” 

Rafe is quick to comfort you, hands rubbing up and down your back now as he lets you move your kisses down to his neck, “I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”

He motions for you to pull back, and you do so as you give him an innocent look. There's a ghost of a smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, coming around to kiss the other as he uses his hands to unwrap your arms from around his neck. He kisses your wrists, facial expression growing hard again as he looks at you, "Take my tie off." 

Your hands are shaking slightly as you begin to take his tie off, Rafe’s eyes not leaving your face. Your face flushes when your eyes meet his as you motion for him to lean his head down so you can take it off, and you can’t believe he’s still able to make you as nervous as he does. 

You hand him the tie, not having to be asked before you display your wrists out to him. He hums in approval, lacing the tie around your wrists as he knots the fabric together. He gives a final tug to make sure it’s secure, and you pull at your wrists despite knowing you weren’t gonna be able to break yourself loose from these. 

“Now go lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and wait for me.” 

He helps you off of his lap, walking you over to the bed as he gives you a slight push. You fall back, maneuvering up the bed until your head rests against the pillows. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, hands coming to yank you down the bed. 

You gasp as your head rips off the pillow, Rafe pushing your leg open as you spread your legs to make room for him. He leans over you, grabbing the pillow and helping you lift your head back onto it. After making sure you’re comfortable, he takes your tied wrists and brings them up to rest against the bed, telling you to hold them there. 

You smile, knowing he did it so you wouldn’t have to keep your arms elevated as it became hard to keep your arms up after a few minutes. It would’ve been easier to just tie your wrists to the bed, but you know that’s exactly why Rafe didn’t. He wants you to work to keep your hands where he puts them, not because you have to but because you were afraid not to. 

He hovers over you, mumbling incoherently to himself as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss quickly, tongue massaging against your own as you moan into his mouth. Your brain is still off in space at the punishment, but his kisses help ground you as you wrap your legs around him. 

He immediately pulls back, leaving kisses on your neck before sitting up. He uses his hands to remove your legs from around his hips, shaking his head at you. He says nothing as he climbs back off of the bed, only turning to kiss you on the forehead. 

You call his name out as he begins to retreat out of the room, but he doesn’t answer. He only looks back once he’s at the door, eyes scanning your shuddering body. 

“Don’t move. You won’t like what I do.” 

••• 

You don’t know how long Rafe left you there. 

You’d lost count after about ten minutes, the frustration seeping into you the more time passed. This was yet another way for him to torture you; by leaving you high and dry with no clue on whether or not you’ll have any release. He could leave you here all night if he wanted to — it wouldn’t be the first time. 

That thought alone makes you want to cry, the neediness you’re feeling for your husband clouding your mind and making you clench your thighs together constantly to offer some sort of relief. But you knew better than to move. With your luck, the moment you did would be the moment he decides to come back in, and you weren’t ready to open that Pandora's box. 

After what feels like an hour, you hear the bedroom door open. Your eyes flutter open, still dazed from the intensity of the punishment and the whiplash of him just leaving you here afterwards. You squirm as you watch Rafe walk into the room, making you grunt at the uncomfortableness of your shoulders. 

Rafe grins darkly at you as he rounds the bed, fingers trailing the sheets as he walks up to where you’re laying down. He leans over, cupping your jaw and bringing you into a heated kiss. His other hand comes down to pull at your nipple, and you gasp into his mouth. He hums in response, trailing his hand from your chest to between your legs. 

Running a finger through your slit, he groans against your lips as he pulls back to watch his fingers rub against your pussy. He doesn’t even seem to be talking to you as he mumbles, “So fucking wet. Dripping on the sheets.”

He turns his head to look at you, jaw going slack at the all too familiar look in your eyes. The look you get when you’re willing and ready to take any and everything he’ll give you. The look you get when you’re wrapped completely around his finger, begging for even a slither of his touch. “You ready for it?” 

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” You whimper, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression as you spread your legs more. He tilts his head at you, frustrating you. You huff as you buck up into his hand, “Stop being mean.” 

An eyebrow lifts as he pulls his hand from you, leaning over you again as he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers pressing down to hold you in a firm grip. He forces you to look at him as he mutters, “You think this is me being mean? You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.” 

His condescending tone and being left causes small tears to leave your eyes, desperate for him to just offer any sort of relief. Rafe tuts, head tilting as he looks at you with a mocking expression. 

“Don’t cry now,” He muses, wiping away your tears. “I haven’t even given you a reason yet.” 

He runs his hand down to your throat, gripping it quickly before letting go and running down the rest of your body. He reaches your mound, pushing a finger through your folds that made you shudder. He hums, slapping your thigh. 

“Spread your legs more. You move your hands even an inch and I’ll leave you here for the rest of the fucking night.” 

You’re quick to obey, spreading your legs to opposite sides of the bed to give him room. He settles in between your legs, hands coming to grab at the bottom of your thighs, pushing at them and holding them up. He doesn’t take his eyes from your center, leaning down and kissing your clit softly. 

You cry out, Rafe giving quick pecks to your sensitive nub. 

“So pretty,” He mumbles, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “If anyone besides me saw how perfect this pussy is..” 

He growls at the thought, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue. You moan out, having to stop your arms from moving and your hands from reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Rafe’s similar to a starved man, hands holding your legs apart and not allowing you to close in on his head.

He held all of the control. You couldn’t run from him, you couldn’t direct anything. Not like you needed to. His tongue lapped at you, the only sounds in the room being the sound of that and him groaning into your folds. You get closer with every slick swipe of his tongue, and you buck your hips up at him. 

“Hold it.”

The vibrations of his words run right through you, and your head throws back in desperation. Rafe lets go of one of your legs, bringing that hand to your center. Tracing a finger around your begging entrance, he dipped the digit in as you cried out in pleasure. 

“Rafe,” You breathe, hands squeezing together as he slips another finger in, moving them slowly inside of you now as he flicks his tongue on your clit. The build up was too much — he was too much — and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t. You need to-” 

He bites your clit lightly, and you let out a small squeal as you look down at him to see him glaring at you with a warning expression, “No, you just need to fucking listen.” 

He doesn’t give you any more time to think, dropping his head back between your thighs and picking up where he left off. If anything, his tongue starts to move faster, and you find it extremely hard to hold back. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to will yourself to not let go, but when he curls his fingers inside of you all you see is stars. 

The orgasm rips through you, a loud moan leaving your lips. The only sign that Rafe is upset is the growl that leaves him, but he takes his fingers out of you so he can hold the back of your calves, bringing your legs onto his shoulders. He rides your orgasm out on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as your moans turn more breathless. 

He lets go of your legs, them both settling over the bed as he pulls up so he’s sitting on his knees. As the shockwaves pass through you, you remember that you didn’t listen. Already being punished once before tonight and not wanting another one, you couldn’t make eye contact with Rafe as you brought your hands to your face. 

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, Rafe leaning over you. 

“Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” He taps your wrists. “Look at me.” 

You take a breath, listening as you bring your eyes to him. He looks disappointed, but also concerned. He’s very observant in the bedroom, always watching to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. You’ve never had to use your safe word, and Rafe would like to keep it that way. 

“You okay?” He gruffly asks, and you nod as he leans down to kiss you. “Good.” 

You kiss him again, “I didn’t mean to.. it just felt really good.” 

“I know, it’s okay,” He gives you another kiss, hands coming to rest next to your head. “You want to keep going?” 

“Yes, I want to keep going,” You clearly stated, another question popping in your mind as you open your mouth to ask before deciding against it. You’re already surprised he’s not punishing you for coming without permission, but you would be pushing your luck with that one. 

“What is it?” Rafe notices the look on your face, and you give him a sheepish smile. 

“Can I touch you?” 

Rafe laughs, a glint in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you as a way to tell you how cute that question was.

“Not yet, baby,” He grins, kissing your neck. He pulls back, flipping you over and settling behind you. “But you don’t have to ask to come. You can come whenever you want.” 

You grow excited at that, thinking that Rafe must’ve just decided to throw out the punishments all together. You arch your back, flipping your hair as you look back at him. He’s stroking his cock, tapping it against your clit when you bring your hand to your center. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Rafe pulls back so he can have a view of your fingers rubbing in between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them off. You keep eye contact with the blonde as you do so, his eyes darkening. He takes a hold of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as he fills you with one thrust. 

Eyes fluttering closed, you relaxed into the sheets as Rafe drove himself deeper into you. 

••• 

“Come on,” Rafe grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. You have no choice but to take it, his hands pressing your thighs to the bed to keep you spread open for him after too many times of you trying to close your legs. Orgasm after orgasm has ripped through you like tidal waves, and you were losing your mind, 

Your body shudders as he circles his thumb around your clit, crying out as your release gushes around him. Rafe pulls his cock out, rubbing the top of it against your center as you continue to squirt around him. “Atta girl.” 

He leans over you, kissing away the dry tears on your cheeks as his dick jumps at the sight of you. You’re still in a daze as he wraps your legs around him, walking over to the wall, and pressing you against it. He moves the strands of your hair from your face, “So fucking pretty.” 

“Rafe..” You whimper, not being able to complete the sentiment as he uses his other hand to push his cock back into you. A broken gasp leaves you as he slowly drives his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll. “I can’t...” 

“Can’t what?” He teases, pressing his face into your neck as he groans. He has yet to come, more focused on overstimulating you but you know he’s growing close. You roll your hips lazily, exhausted but wanting to see Rafe once he reaches the peak of pleasure. It’s your favorite sight — how vulnerable he looks when he’s coming deep inside of you.

“Want you to come.”

“Hold onto me,” He grunts into your neck, and you listen as you wrap your arms tightly around him. You wanted him to be impossibly closer, Rafe sharing that sentiment as he speeds up his movements. The squelching of your pussy mixed with the sounds of him pounding into you, your husband’s hips stuttering as he starts to come.

“You’re so good,” He brings his lips to yours, mumbling against them between whimpers. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good.” 

“Shit,” You curse as keeps pushing his clock into you, and you know he’s not stopping until you come again. His words push you, but the ache in your center makes you whine, “I’m too sensitive.” 

“I thought you wanted to come,” He mocks, bringing his hand to your throat but only to rest there. “You wanted to earlier.” 

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue pushing into your mouth. His movements are erotic, pushing you over the edge as you release onto his cock again. He swallows your screams, slowing his movements and pressing himself to the hilt.

He walks you both over to the small sofa in the corner of your room, sitting down. You gasp as the new position pushes himself even deeper, “Please-” 

“It’s okay, you’re just gonna warm me for a little bit,” He pecks your lips, hands coming to your hips to massage them lightly. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, and you’re gonna cum until I tell you to stop.” 

You nod, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest. His touch now completely contrasts the toughness he held earlier, and your body relaxes on his as you relish in the intimacy. After a few minutes or thirty — you not having any concept of time right now in your state — he taps your ass lightly. 

“Move,” He states, the gruff tone sending a shiver up your spine. You sit up to face him, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to you up and down on his cock. You whine, burying your face back into his neck as you prepare for a long night.

[hugs2doie]

If you have time could write something about Yang Yang treating is gf like an actual princess. I live for princess treatment

of course (ure so real foe that)

pairing: bf!yangyang x fem!reader

genre: fluff,, js yang2 treating his gf like a princess like the anon said

warnings: mentions of eating

author’s note: this is so short and sucks so muxh omg im so sorry

“y/n, wake up, it’s 9:30 am.” your boyfriend, yangyang said in a soft tone, trying his best to wake you up in a good way.

“already..?” you huff and turn your back at him, which he responded with a chuckle.

“yes, already. i made you breakfast, by the way.” he said laying next to you and playing with your hair.

“really? i love you so much!” you sat up right away when he told you about the breakfast he made you.

“i love you more, wait here.” yangyang giggled and went out the room to go to the kitchen to grab the tray and return back to the room.

“here you go, eat well.” he said giving you the tray with a big smile, hoping it’s good this time and you’ll enjoy it.

“what about you?” you asked him, “aren’t you gonna eat with me?”.

“don’t worry about me, just eat, do your morning routine and get ready, we’ll go shopping.” yangyang responded. your eyes immediately lit up and hurried to eat the food, your action earning some “slow down” and “you’re gonna choke”, as well as some chuckles from yangyang.

“this shirt is so pretty babe, you should try it!” you said to your boyfriend, handing him the shirt.

“no, no, today’s not about me, today’s about you. buy what you want and what you think would look good on you.” yangyang smiled, giving you the shirt back.

“what? you don’t want anything?” you asked, making sure.

“i don’t. just buy whatever you want and i mean it, whatever you want. don’t even worry about it.” yangyang winked at you making you smile wide.

“oh yea by the way, what do you want to do after this?” yangyang asked.

“hm, maybe get ice creams and go to an arcade?” you answered after thinking for a few seconds.

“great, after the arcade date, we can go get lunch from anywhere you want, then maybe for dinner we could go to a restaurant? the one you told me a few days ago?”

“don’t you think you’re spoiling me too much?”

“this is the least i can do for you love.”

[axelakim]

Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.