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RISK IT ALL | L.HC

SYNOPSIS. In theory, playing a card game called Risk It or Drink It during your holiday kickback sounded fun. In reality, it was your group’s wild plot scheme for you and your close friend, Donghyuck, to finally get yourselves together in more ways than one. 

PAIRING. Lee Donghyuck x fem!Reader WORD COUNT. 14.4k GENRE. Friends-to-Lovers!AU, Holiday!AU, Christmas!AU, Party!AU, mutual pining, smut (minors dni!), comedy/humor, a tiny bit of fluff

WARNINGS. language (crude sexual jokes, talks about sex positions, and profanities), alcohol and food consumption, adult drinking games with dares, haechan is heavy on consent, body shots, brief vouyerism, explicit content (needy!haechan, possessive!haechan, fingering, oral–male and female receiving, nipple play, praise kink, penetrative, missionary, etc.), nicknames (hers: princess, baby | his: baby)

PLAYLIST. Up to You - PRETTYMUCH feat. NCT Dream | Look at Me - George | A Nonsesne Christmas - Sabrina Carpenter | santa doesn’t know you like i do - Sabrina Carpenter | Yours (Live feat. Winter and Mark) - Chanyeol and Raiden

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters or concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. © sehunniepotwrites, 2023

As people say, Saturday nights are for the boys. 

To you, the boys refer to your group of best friends formed early in your college years. The bond strengthened even after graduation. Two years after leaving your university adventures behind, your Saturday nights still belonged to your small close knit group. What started as dressing up in your best clothes and club hopping hours into the night turned into wearing comfy clothes and hosting weekly kickbacks in your respective apartments. You exchanged drunkenly shouting over loud music with drunkenly shouting over party games. Sometimes, you drink and others, you abstain from consuming alcohol to just bask in your hilarious company.

As you grew older, the clubbing and party scene seemed too exhausting with your nine-to-fives taking up most of your energy. Why would you want to socialize with stupid drunk strangers in a crowded room when you could just do that with your tight circle of friends?

Donghyuck and Mark hosted the kickback at their place this week–this one a little fancier than others due to it being the Saturday before Christmas. You loved it when they did. It gave you the excuse to drink to your heart’s content, knowing you could just crash in Donghyuck’s bed at the end of the night. You never did drink past your limit though–too afraid of your darkest secrets slipping through your loose lips–secrets only Jaemin and his girlfriend Ari knew. 

Ari was a great secret keeper. She never revealed your secret crush on Donghyuck to her lover. You did that yourself one semester when you bursted into her room, complaining about how attractive your best friend looked in his leather jacket to the point of wanting to kiss his pretty confident smirk off his face.  Jaemin heard it all while waiting for his girlfriend to get out of the shower. But as loyal as a friend could be, he kept the slip to your tiny little trio. That, however, did not stop the occasional teasing that happened here and there in full group settings. 

It seemed like Jaemin and Ari always had something up their sleeves when you found yourselves hanging out with them and Donghyuck. They would find tiny little ways to get you and your crush in positions where you had no choice but to be near him. For example, setting up days where the hang outs seemed more like double dates and then pretending to get lost just to guarantee you some alone time with him. Their plans, though obvious to you, worked in many ways. Jaemin and Ari often returned to you with matching grins on their pretty faces when they saw your hands linked together or with Donghyuck’s arm comfortably draped around your shoulder, his free hand carrying your purse. 

You honestly weren’t sure how Donghyuck never caught on to their schemes. 

Maybe he did but refused to say anything on the topic. 

Nevertheless, the devil worked hard but Ari and Jaemin worked even harder.

Although you asked the two to stop fueling the delusions floating in your mind, they insisted Donghyuck liked you too. “His feelings for you were undeniable,” they said,  “just look at the way he treated you versus everyone else.” 

Your best friend—with his gentle touches, sweet smiles, and teasing tones—dropped anything for you. He’d walk you to class even if his classes were on the other side of campus, protect you from creeps that gave you the ick, and have food delivered to your job when you had a rough day. When your dates with men went awry, Donghyuck arrived in seconds. According to the couple, the possibilities were endless for Donghyuck but only when it came to you. And tonight, apparently, was going to show you how endless the possibilities were. 

You were a bit sad Mark was missing out on this round of drinking at his place but as Jaemin slammed the box of cards down on the dining table, maybe it was for the best that the eldest of the group missed it. He’d miss the chaos happening at his apartment but at least, he’d earn money while doing it. 

Stealing a quick glance at Donghyuck, he looked so cute in his oversized knit sweater. The Santa hat resting on top of his long, wavy hair made him appear cozier than usual. Your outfits coincidentally matched–your sweaters in a similar shade and a Santa hat headband resting on top of your scalp. 

“Alright, bitches,” Jaemin smirked while opening the box, “tonight’s game is called Risk It or Drink It. You better not be pussies now.” You missed the gamemaster giving Donghyuck a pointed look as you handed out Ari’s soju cocktails to all the people in attendance. Donghyuck stealthily flipped him off. 

“He means you, babes,” Ari nudged you as she poured the two of you a shot. “We’re doing this for you.”

You grabbed it, the liquid spilling from the top, as you raised it for a toast. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Ari striked her glass with yours, “Well, Watson. Bottom’s up.” 

“Merry fucking Christmas!” The two of you downed the shot, not wincing in the slightest. The dangerous thing about flavored soju was that it tasted sweet, didn’t burn, and snuck up on you when you least expected it.

Everyone gathered around the kitchen island, some choosing to stand or lean against the countertop, while others took a seat on the barstools. You all watched as Jaemin set the game up with ease, placing a thick stack of cards in the middle of the table. 

“The rules are simple. We all take turns getting a card, reading it out loud, and doing what the card says, which is either doing a dare or answering a question. If you can do it, you earn the points at the bottom of the card and keep the card. If you can’t, take a shot or a swig of your drink. First to ten points wins. The player with the least point drinks out of”–the gamemaster pointed to a disgusting concoction next to the cards–“finishes the king’s cup. Got it?”

A chorus of agreement circled around the room and so the game began.

The first round was an easy one. You suspected the deck wasn’t shuffled well enough.

 Jeno’s card asked him to show off how much money was in his account, causing Yeri to jokingly ask him if he needed a sugar baby. He retaliated by telling her to ask Mark when he came home, making her take a big swig of her cocktail to draw attention away from her reddening face. Giselle had to name the worst dressed in the room, which led to Renjun’s cute outburst. Jaemin faked a proposal to his girlfriend and had to chug his drink when she said “no.” 

It was all fun and games until it came to you. That was when the party truly began.

You drew your card, skimmed through the words silently with a puzzled look, and then made a face. On your right, Donghyuck threw his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to his side. He looked at the card as well, his face slightly dropping as he processed the task. 

“What does it say?” Karina yelled from the other side of the circle. 

Clearing your throat, you read aloud, “Lick the person on your left’s earlobe for five seconds or drink.” 

Jaemin was to the left of you and as much as you thought your friend was attractive, no amount of drinks in the world would result in you doing that.

“Damn, if only it said person to your right,” Jaemin whistled, reaching over to pat Donghyuck’s knee. Then, a mischievous glint in his eye appeared. “Hey, Donghyuck! Wanna switch sides for this card?”

“Jaem, what the fuck?!”

Donghyuck immediately shot up and the rest of the group hollered at the suggestion, urging him to move. Shoving Jaemin aside, your best friend beamed at you. He made a show out of it, pretending to tuck strands of his hair behind his ear. “Ready when you are, Princess.” 

You shoved his side at his flirty tactics, quickly looking away from the pair of eyes you couldn’t resist. “You would be the type to like this shit,” you attempted to play off, ignoring the increasing heartbeats the more he looked at you. 

“I’m into anything as long as you’re the one doing it,” he threw back, quickly placing a kiss right next to your earlobe. You inhaled sharply at the touch. You could almost feel the smirk spreading across his lips as he pulled away.

The screams that followed that line reminded you that you were not alone–you were in a room filled with people that you loved and were now watching you grow even more flustered than you already were. Heaven knows you were not drunk enough for this. Shaking your head out of the thoughts that followed Donghyuck’s words, you reached for your glass and said, “I’m drinking.”

Vocalized disappointment circled around the room and you ignored it, taking three large gulps of your cocktail. You slammed the glass down and felt the alcohol run through your body. If the dares were anything like that one, it would take you a lot more to actually do something. 

Donghyuck didn’t vocalize anything after your choice was made but you did catch his smirk drop the second your lips touched the rim of your glass. The large hand he had around your waist acted as a sign for you to put your drink down. Without words, he placed an opened water bottle in front of you and gestured to it with his chin–he wanted you to take a sip. You did as you were told as the second round of dares continued.

You all had trouble holding in your laughter when Karina called a friend, put them on speakerphone, and asked them to pick her up from the station after being detained for having car sex in a public area. The cackles were harder to contain when the friend pressed for details instead of immediately coming to her aid. When the insistence failed to cease, Karina spit out the first name that came to her head and ended up unmasking the flame she carried for Jeno. You grinned at the unfolding, taking note of how Jeno’s body perked up the minute Karina’s friend screamed, “Finally!” 

Ari confidently revealed her body count, Yeri had to endure being tickled by everyone for thirty seconds, and Renjun took two shots instead of calling his ex-girlfriend.

“List three sex positions in ten seconds or drink,” Donghyuck read his card aloud. Before he could even process the task, the group started counting down, adding pressure onto the boy. “Oh shit! Umm, missionary, doggy–oh what the fuck, what else is there?!”

His time was up before he could think of a third and Giselle shoved a shot in his hand. “You better drink, Hyuck!” 

Donghyuck accepted his fate, groaning after he took the shot. As he nuzzled his head into your neck, you could tell he was disappointed at his failure.

“Aww, baby, couldn’t think fast enough with your little pea brain?” you teased, running your fingers through his messy hair. 

He looked up at you with a playful sneer and pursed his lips. “Like you could do any better in ten seconds.”

Looking Donghyuck dead in the eye, you listed three off the bat with a deadpan face, “Cowgirl, 69, doggy. It’s not that hard, Hyuckie.”

With no other context, your best friend dropped his head back into place and said, “You will be the death of me one day, you know that, right?” His plush lips, now wet with the remnants of alcohol, brushed against the junction of your neck and exposed shoulder. The sudden touch made you shiver.

“And why’s that?”

Donghyuk breathed out, the air making  goosebumps appear on your skin, and deflected the question. “It’s your turn. Draw.”

The moment you pulled the card, Donghyuck shifted his head to read the card with you. His body began to shake with laughter as the rest of your crew rushed you to reveal the dare. 

God, you were not drunk enough for this. He grabbed the paper out of your fingers and took the liberties of saying the dare, “Hold a piece of food in your mouth and have the person on your right,” he paused, grazing his soft fingers on your bare knee, “that’s me, princess—”

“Yes, I know my rights from lefts, Hyuck.”

“—and have them take it from you.”

“I’m picking the piece of food you use and don’t you dare complain!” Ari yelled before anyone else could claim the job. 

Everyone watched as she stifled through a plate of French fries. Her playful grin expanded across her pretty face when she found the perfect fry—a thin, crispy piece that was around an inch long. The group exploded with excitement as she held it up. 

“That,” you pointed to the fry in your friend’s hand, “cannot be legal. That has to be against the rules!”

Jaemin pretended to examine the fry his girlfriend was holding. “Hmm, looks fine to me.”

“You’re a menace, Jaem,” you hissed at him.

Jaemin came right back, “Just doing what has to be done to take us out of our misery.”

“What misery?!”

With everything already set, you resigned to your friend’s wishes and begrudgingly accepted the dare. Ari handed you the tiny piece of food. You sighed dramatically before placing it between your teeth. It barely extended past your top and bottom lip. Shooting Donghyuck a widened look, you told him to hurry. If you were to prolong this dare any longer, you were afraid of the fry breaking before he’d get to it. 

You stood still as Donghyuck approached with a smug look. It disappeared as soon as his eyes dropped to the french fry you held, lingering at the sight of your parted mouth. When he looked back up at you, there was a sort of look in the brown irises you were so attracted to. Hunger. Anticipation. 

“Lean in,” someone shouted but your body froze in its place.

Swallowing back your nervousness, his two warm hands touched your face, both molding to your cheeks. Shutting your eyes as he grew closer, the last thing you saw was his handsome face tilting to get a better angle. Donghyuck’s actions were lightning quick and sudden, making your heart beat skyrocket towards the moon. 

His breath tickled your skin and then, his lips brushed ever so gently against yours. It didn’t last too long; after all, his goal was to retrieve the french fry. You did your best to focus on that, remembering not to bite down to break the crunchy strip of food–the task at hand was hard but not impossible.

Then, there was a slight pressure, the plushness of his lips pushing into you as Donghyuck bit, tugging the food out of your mouth. 

Still frozen in your spot, you sensed Donghyuck pulling back. You exhaled through your nostrils and slowly opened your eyes. Your best friend was right in front of you, wearing a smirk as he chewed on the fry. He licked around his mouth, gathering the tiny dusts of salt before humming. 

“Salty,” was all he said while everyone surrounding  you laughed at his antics.

Ignoring the hammering of your heart as he continued to stare at your lips, you cleared your throat. As much as you tried to shove all feelings of attraction aside, Donghyuck kept his sultry gaze fixated on you. You watched as it dipped back down to your lips again, his fingers coming up to brush away the little specks of salt that stuck your mouth. 

Everything was too much for you–the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his stare, the looks the others were giving you–it was time to direct everyone’s attention elsewhere.

 “Next dare,” you called out, facing away from Donghyuck.

 You did the honors of drawing the card for the next person, reading it out loud and keeping the game going. Despite everyone else’s attention following your distraction, you could still detect your crush’s unwavering stare from your side. You were hyper-aware of his arm circling your waist, tugging you closer to his body heat, and the way his palm curved so perfectly into your side. It sent tingles down your spine, goosebumps forming in your flesh, and heat rising up from the tips of your extremities to the middle of your body.

Looking at the depleting stack as the game continued, you thought it couldn’t get any worse than this. Turns out, you were dead wrong.

Donghyuck plucked the next card at the top of the deck, read it to himself, and let out a low chuckle. Squeezing your side, fingers tickling the sliver of exposed skin, he said, “Looks like it’s you and me again, Princess.”

 The  reaction kept the group of friends on the edge of their seats, curiosity getting the better of them. “Read it!” Giselle yelled from the other side of the island bar. 

Hating the way Donghyuck dragged things out, it was time to take matters into your own hands. Snatching the card out of his hand, you relayed the message aloud, “Hold a staring contest for thirty seconds with the person on your left or drink. The two participants must be within two inches of each other.”

Oh shit. 

If there was one thing that made you weak, it was the way Donghyuck stared at you. You barely survived him stealing the fry. There was a mission to complete despite his impenetrable gaze, which kept your center of interest. But for this particular dare, nothing would be in the way but the air you both breathed. Could you be able to maintain your cool or would you fold the minute your eyes locked with his?

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Jeno whispered to Karina, the two now seemingly closer after the phone call scandal. She giggled, turning her head towards him to hide her laugh. Traitors, you thought to yourself, the both of them. 

Faking nonchalance, you shifted towards an eager looking Donghyuck. “Thirty seconds is nothing. Let’s get this over with.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he replied, swiveling in his chair to face you. 

The arm holding you close to him slid down your shoulder to rest on your waist, his hand making its way under your sweater and palm now resting on the small of your back. Your body arched at his touch before you fully processed what happened, your grip instantly shooting to his take hold of his upper arms to maintain balance. You ignored the way his muscles flexed under your palms. 

Donghyuck chuckled again, “We didn’t even start and you’re already like this. How cute.”

Despite how his words and tone made you melt on the inside, how they made you sink a little more into his touch, the snark came bubbling out of your mouth. “Shut up.”

Donghyuck did the exact opposite of what you demanded. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Oh my god, Donghyuck,” you groaned.

“Is the timer ready?” he asked no one in particular while keeping you in his line of sight. It never wavered even as someone in the crowd announced they had pulled one up and were waiting for his cue. 

“Start it,” your best friend commanded and then began the longest thirty seconds of your life.

With Donghyuck barely two inches away from your face, his brown eyes dug deep into your soul. Unable to look away, you took note of how his pupils dilated as Donghyuck continued to stare. The way he looked at you was breathtaking, so focused, like you were the only thing that mattered in the moment. 

The boy’s stare, although flattering, was almost too intimidating for you to take. The intensity of it all made you want to withdraw, the upper half of your body drawing away from him. No matter how much you wanted to escape, he didn’t let you. Every time you pulled back, he pushed forward until the tip of your nose grazed against his. The hand underneath your sweater found its way up to support your upper back, his other arm extending out to grip the counter top. Donghyuck now had you pinned in between the island bar and his body and it was too damn hot in the room for this. 

Just as Donghyuck broke the connection to steal a glance at your lips for the second (or third time) that night, the timer alarmed to signal the end of your dare. You lightly shoved your hands against your crush’s chest, ignoring how firm the muscles below you were, to make more room. Once you deemed him far enough, you reached for your cocktail and took a long swig to cool your overheating body down.

Everyone had their own reactions to the stunt: Giselle and Yeri giggling in the corner, Renjun scrolling through the pictures he snuck of the interaction, Jeno and Karina whispering to another about what just transpired. While downing your drink, you made eye contact with Jaemin, who wiggled his eyebrows annoyingly. You were so close to using his pretty face as your punching bag. Ari simply winked at you. You flipped her off in reply.

Even as everyone else moved on, Donghyuck was still stuck on the dare that occurred. 

While taking one too many sips of your drink, you spilled a bit of it, liquid sticking to part of your skin. With no hesitation, Donghyuck used a part of his sleeve to wipe it away. The fingers still tucked into your knit sweater rose up to graze the back of your neck. You shuddered as he pulled his hand away, the warmth leaving with him. Just when you thought it was over, his nimble fingers reached out to fix the Santa headband that was slipping. Your breath hitched  and your crush promptly picked up on it. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he whispered, tacking your name to the end of his question. His voice was lower than usual, the cheerful and bright cadence long gone. The difference in his tone caused your heart to drop to the floor, as if it was free falling from an amusement park’s drop tower at the highest speed. There was no way to pick it back up.

“You wish.”

Donghyuck had the honors of having the last word this time. “I really do.”

No matter how hard you denied it, your best friend did make you nervous. It was apparent when he took the french fry from your mouth and when you had a staring contest. It was even more evident during your next turn, when you were tasked to spin a bottle and kiss whoever it landed on. 

There was no point in even spinning the bottle; you knew your mischievous friends would make you re-spin until you landed on the person they (i.e. you) wanted. You twirled the bottle a total of three times. The first time, it landed in between Jaemin and Ari and the next, it pointed to Renjun who quickly shifted from its path. On the last try, it stopped in the middle of you and Donghyuck. 

Ari’s manicured hand quickly flicked the bottle just enough so the opened end was aimed right at your best friend. “Well, would you look at that?” she giggled. “It landed on Hyuckie.” 

That girl was a devil in disguise, just like her damned partner.

You rolled your eyes. Sarcasm dripped through your words,“Who would’ve thought?” 

“Damn. Is the thought of kissing me that dreadful to you?” Donghyuck asked, lifting his Santa hat to run through his hair. His long fingers pushed back the curled bangs covering his eyes, holding them in place as he awaited your reply. 

The thought was far from dreadful. Nerve wracking was a far better word to describe how you were feeling. Thrilling was another one you could throw into your word bank. 

You ignored the question, too busy handling the butterflies hovering about in your stomach. One almost got caught in your throat when he swiveled your bar stool to face him. You gulped, shoving it back down. 

 “Is it?” Donghyuck insisted you answer him. You couldn’t lie so you abstained from replying. “Oh, you want me to kiss you so bad, don’t you, princess?”

Avoiding his eyes, you muttered, “Let’s get this over with.” 

“Gladly.” 

The next thing you knew, Donghyuck’s rough hands found their way back to your cheeks and tugged you closer. Seizing the opportunity, your best friend closed the distance with no hesitation. His plush lips crashed against yours and the years of tension between the two of  you ultimately snapped. 

As soon as he felt you kiss him back, your body melting right into his grasp, Donghyuck circled an arm around your waist to lock you in his hold. His other hand sneakily traced a path up your arm, creating gooseflesh on your skin, until finding purchase at the back of your head. He cupped your neck to keep you in place and went back for seconds. The first kiss ended and you parted for a mere moment to catch the tiniest breath before you went back at it. 

Donghyuck didn’t care about the crowd and quite frankly, you forgot about the audience. He kissed you hard and you couldn’t stop reciprocating even if you tried. The taste of him was addicting, it was impossible to break away.  

It was official; you were drunk on him within the first kiss. When Donghyuck tightened his grip, you let out a quiet yet pleasured sound. You latched onto his wavy, brown locks only to tug on them. If you went on for any longer, you were sure to have found your way onto his spread out thighs but you were stopped before you could carry on.

Renjun whistled, pulling your attention from Donghyuck’s kiss and back to the real world. 

You slowly opened your eyes, dazed for a moment in time, until you realized what just occurred. Withdrawing the hands tangled in your crush’s hair, you took in your best friend’s appearance–lips red and swollen, hair messy, and eyes half-lidded and completely fixated on your mouth. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took and once his gaze met yours, you swore his pupils grew in size. 

“God damn,” Jeno coughed, clearly flustered by the public display of affection. “Hyuck, you need a moment or?”

“Hmmm?” Donghyuck hummed, his stare unfaltering. He tracked every minuscule move you made, from the way you drew yourself back to create some much needed distance to how your mouth let out little pants to slow down your heart rate. He watched you press the back of your hands against your burning cheeks in a failed attempt to cool down. “No, no, I think I’m good.”

“I honestly think they both need a moment,” Yeri muttered under her breath. 

“Under the mistletoe maybe,” Ari whispered back. 

“The bedroom’s more like it. The card said kiss, not make out for the whole fucking world to see,” Renjun scolded, rubbing his eyes to erase the vision. You probably scarred the poor boy for life. He was most likely debating on whether or not he had to burn his eyes. 

“I think that looked hot,” Jaemin commented, giving you a wink. The heat in your cheeks turned up a notch. “Enjoyed it a little too much, yeah?”

“Of course, you enjoyed it, Jaem. You’re a freak,” Giselle said.

“Hey, no kink shaming here! This is a safe space! I’m going to make you take a shot for that!”

Only then did Donghyuck snap out of whatever trance you had him under. He gave you this enchanting smile that looked even prettier with his puffy lips. You did that to him. A swell of pride coursed through you–you ruined him even if it was just for a moment.

One of his hands dropped to your mid thigh while the side arguments continued. It traced a path to your knee, his thumb stroking your skin back and forth. “Was that okay?”

It was more than okay. Fantastic. Exciting. Stimulating even, judging by the damp feeling in your underwear. Worthy enough for an encore performance. “Yes.”

“Good,” Donghyuck gulped, suddenly shy and less confident than he usually is. “Are we okay?”

The look of a siren took over your features, your eyes flickering to his lips for a short second. Chin pointed down, your eyes then widened when rising up to meet his stare. Your hand settled on top of his, grounding it on your bare thigh. He squeezed your flesh as you answered with a breathless, “yeah.” 

“It wasn’t too much?” Donghyuck asked, leaning into you. 

He always did this–made sure that you were comfortable when put in awkward or unusual situations. Even when he stole your breath away with a kiss or two, the first thing he thought of was you. 

The only response you could give was a shake of your head, causing the headband to fall back yet again. With his light touch, Donghyuck fixed it right up and combed back the stray hairs stuck to your face.

“Good,” he repeated with a satisfied nod. 

He pressed against your thigh once more and you squeezed his hand back. When your hand refused to move, Donghyuck took it as a sign to keep it there for as long as you accepted his touch. As the game went on and the dares entertained the rest of the crowd, you kept yourself amused by running your fingers against his knuckles. It tickled your crush to no end, his hand squirming underneath yours, trying to break free from your crutches but you didn’t let up. 

To prevent it any further, Donghyuck swiftly turned his hand around and tangled his fingers with yours. He kept you in a tight but not squeezing grasp and it took your attention away from your friend group’s shenanigans. 

You missed Giselle refusing to take another shot and reluctantly taking off Renjun’s sweater vest with her mouth, then Yeri answering a “fuck, marry, kill” question, all because of how Donghyuck’s hand molded so perfectly with yours. Your eyes were glued to your intertwined fingers under the countertop, hidden from everyone else’s sight, but so crystal clear for yours. 

Your heart was going crazy, even crazier than when he kissed you in front of everyone. Those were all done for the public but this little moment was meant for you alone. Donghyuck didn’t have to hold your hand. He stood next to you now, his own seat long forgotten, just to be closer to you. You tested something, trying to pull away but his grip around your hand strengthened, as if he never wanted to let you go. 

With a smile on your face, you allowed yourself to lean against him, your arm pressing against his. As you did this, Donghyuck released the hand he held, only to sling over your shoulder. He shifted to hug you from behind, his back bent slightly so he could reach back down to connect your hands again. 

You looked up at him. “Comfortable?”

Donghyuck’s melodic voice hummed in reply and you leaned into his chest as he held you tighter. You held your breath as you felt a bit of his strengthened chest pressing into your upper back. 

When you stood to refill your cup ten minutes later, Donghyuck still held you with his arms circling your waist as you bent and reached across the countertop. Something hard grazed against your butt as you wiggled in his embrace, stretching your fingers to grab onto the half-emptied soju bottle. He emitted the quietest groan and gripped your sides to keep you still. Heat rushed throughout your entire body when the realization hit and a wave of arousal crashed against you.

“Please stop moving,” he said, desperation oozed out of his gentle command. 

The boy couldn’t move you himself, needing you to shield the erection that he was desperately trying to hide. He simply let you out of his hold, long enough to pour yourself another drink, before his arms encompassed you once more. His chin dropped to your shoulder as you sipped on your drink. 

“Sorry, can’t help it,” Donghyuck mumbled into your ear, his lips grazing against your earlobe. The slightest brush sent shivers down your spine and you were sure he felt it. It reminded you of the dare card you received earlier and you wondered if your crush would have the same reaction if the roles were reversed.

“It’s ‘kay,” you hushed back. 

“Is it though?” Donghyuck pushed. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I would push you away if I was,” you reassured him before offering him a sip of your drink. 

If you turned back, you would’ve caught his eyes widening at your reply. It was a little spark of hope for the boy but then, he couldn’t be too sure. He refused the cocktail, saying that he should stop drinking for the night. He stressed that he needed to be sober by the end of the get-together to make sure you were alright. 

A call of your name brought you back to the game. The card you drew was a relatively easy one: post a picture with someone or something to your Instagram feed without editing with the caption, “you are the love of my life.” Patting Donghyuck’s sweater-covered arm, you requested his help, “Take a picture with me?”

“Am I the love of your life now?” He threw back, not denying the request. 

You handed your phone to the group’s respective Instagram boyfriend, Jaemin, and giggled. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken that last sip. You were far from drunk but a little past buzzed. “Why? You like the sound of that?”

“I like being called yours,” he flirted back.

“Shut up,” you scrunched your nose at him before turning your attention to the camera aimed at you. 

Jaemin, as expected, took a cute picture of the two of you. 

Donghuck was still draped over you, hugging you waist from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. While you grinned happily for the camera, your hands covering his larger ones resting on your belly, your friend kept his soft stare on you. He wore a tender smile, honey dripping from his lips and his eyes. It looked like the perfect print for a couple’s Christmas card instead of a drunken dare and you knew this was a picture you wanted to keep on your feed, dare or not. You could always edit the caption at a later time.

Donghyuck continued to hover over you, watching your fast fingers type out the text. You waited together in silence as you hit post, waiting for the picture to upload. When the photo appeared on your feed, you turned your phone around to show the onlookers. Like the hype crowd they were, all your friends pulled out their own phones to like and comment on the post–the girls writing unhinged comments on your beauty or how Donghyuck stole you away from them while the guys drew attention to how long it took you to get together. You were sure the people who weren’t a part of your usual crowd would believe the caption on your post–after all, many often commented on how cute you looked as a couple. Without context, you were sure Mark would be pissed about how you didn’t tell him shit. 

“Alright, alright. It’s your turn, Hyuck,” you said.

“Let me run to the bathroom real quick and then I’ll draw.” 

Donghyuck finally let you out of his warm embrace, heading down the hallway of his apartment, leaving you with the rest of your friends. As soon as they heard the door shut, the group turned their heads towards you. They looked like predators, ready to pounce on their prey.

“Y’all really went at it,” Ari said, “you didn’t even come up for a breath.”

“I felt like I needed to leave the room,” Yeri added on.

“And I felt like I needed to gouge my eyes out,” Renjun dramatically rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t drunk enough for that.”

“You want to drink more?” Giselle perked up, already reaching for his shot glass. 

“Sit your ass down,” Renjun scolded while reaching for food,“I’m driving you home tonight so I’m tapping out.”

“Party pooper,” she argued.

“I mean I could drink more and we could crash here but do you want to stay with Y/N and Hyuck with all this sexually charged energy in the air?”

“Excuse me, what?” you spat out your drink, eyes enlarged as you processed Renjun’s words.

“You heard what I said,” Renjun snapped before turning back to Giselle, “if you’re fine with that, you’re on your own kid ‘cause I’m going home.”

Giselle gave you a once-over and then a sheepish smile. “Yeah, on second thought, maybe not.”

Not over what Renjun said, you whisper-shouted, “Sexually charged energy?”

“Oh please, if we didn’t stop you, you’d probably end up on Hyuck’s lap,” Karina said as she sat at the dinner table across from the island bar. You glared at her, taking in her current position. She shouldn’t even be the one talking; her bare legs rested on Jeno’s lap, her flesh covered by the fabric of his hoodie. You eyed the slight movement of Jeno’s large hand under the hoodie, how it caressed Karina’s thigh.

“Is he a good kisser?” Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You’re such a gossip,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, is he?” Ari pushed, ganging up on you with her boyfriend.

Thinking back to the hot kiss you shared made you bite your lip. “No comment.”

“She didn’t deny it so that’s a yes!” Yeri stood up, pointing a finger at you. 

You fought the urge to bite it as a small rebellious act. Jeno tugged the end of Yeri’s sweater dress and yanked her back down to her seat. 

“He so wants you!”

“You say that like it’s new.”

What?  Where they implying that your best friend actually had feelings for you? “What do you mea–”

It was then Donghyuck returned from the bathroom. Your group went quiet as he approached, making the lot of you appear suspicious. “Were you dumb asses talking about me?”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Donghyuck,” you said while taking your oversized sweater off. 

Being in the hot seat while he was away got you all fired up–you had to find some way to cool you down. Finishing the game in your cropped bra top and skirt would be just fine. 

“Ouch,” the boy clutched his knit sweater right above his heart, the slight tug lifting the material. You caught a sliver of his gorgeous tanned skin and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. You swiftly reverted your eyes to the thin deck of cards on the countertop. 

When Donghyuck returned back to his position of hugging you from behind, you froze in your spot. His arms fell over your shoulders, fingertips grazing the flesh of your upper thigh and you did your best to keep it together. 

“Can you draw my card for me?” he asked you, his low voice directly in your ear. 

His warm breath and long hair tickled your neck and you shut your eyes closed. “Huh?”

“It’s too far and I don’t want to reach over you,” Donghyuck whined, his hands sliding up your arms to massage your shoulders. 

You gave into his wishes and reached for a new card. Donghyuck’s grip skimmed your sides, fingers digging into your hips to keep you steady while you leaned forward. His thumbs rubbed little circles on your back as you read the card aloud. “Take a body shot with a person of your choice or finish your drink,” you projected to the awaiting crowd. Fuck. 

Jaemin and Ari’s lips formed twin smirks, satisfied with their front row seats while you slowly piece together that particular dare. Donghyuck refused to let you out of his sight or grip. All partner tasks he had were done with you. Therefore, you would be his person of choice for this dare as well. Could your heart even take this?

Like clockwork, Donghyuck swiveled your chair to ask for your consent. His brown eyes dug deep into yours to check in on you. “You okay with this, princess?”

You gestured to the strong cocktail Ari made him. “Would you rather finish that strong concoction or take a shot? I know you said you wanted to stop drinking tonight.”

Donghyuck shook his head, his luscious hair flopping along with his movement. “Don’t do this because of what I said. That’s not what I asked. Are you okay with this–yes or no?” 

“I–” You were shy but you weren’t unwilling. This game had gotten you physically closer than any other attempts that were made. It gave you a little confidence when it came to Donghyuck’s physical touch. 

When Jaemin and Ari mentioned they had something up their sleeves, you didn’t think a little card game would get you this far. You couldn’t deny the rising tension between you and Donghyuck, especially how it skyrocketed during the many rounds of dares. Neither could you deny the gentler moments sprinkled in the middle of the more intense scenes of the wild night. If all of those moments were leading up to this, why run away from it? 

“Yeah.”

That was not what Donghyuck was expecting to hear. “Yeah?”

“Let’s do it,” you nodded bashfully. You turned to face your friends, feigning confidence, “We don’t have tequila so hand me some sugar and the apple mango soju.”

Sweet drinks weren’t really Donghyuck’s thing. He was more of a plain soju and beer person but while you were both out at a barbeque place earlier in the year, he mentioned that he liked the taste of apple mango flavor in passing. Months later and you remembered that little fact. Donghyuck bit back a grin. 

He reached out a hand towards you and you carefully placed your hand in his. Donghyuck helped you off your high stool, looking for a place to set you down. The island bar was filled with the food, drinks, and the card game so that wasn’t in the running. The dining table had all the white elephant gifts piled on top, so that wasn’t a choice either. 

His eyes landed on the low coffee table in front of the couch and led you to it, your hand clasped tightly with his. Your free hand held the bottle of soju, the sugar, and the shot glass. When no one was looking, you took a quick swig before seating yourself on the cold, glass surface. Donghyuck kneeled in front of you, wedged between your thighs. 

Your friends followed, jittery with excitement over what was going to unfold. They planted themselves behind the couch, keeping their distance. 

Handing him the sugar shaker, you braced yourself as his tongue licked a spot on your neck.  Fingers and toes curling at the sensation, you cocked your head to the side while he sprinkled a bit of sugar on your skin. You didn’t dare open your eyes until you felt him more than a breath away. Avoiding any sort of eye contact with your friends, you fixed your gaze on the person in front of you, pouring the alcohol into the glass. When Donghyuck finished, he looked up at you with parted lips and a glazed over stare. 

“Ready?”

Unable to spit out words, you felt your head move up and down. With your approval, Donghyuck placed one hand on your upper back, the other on your thigh, as he guided you down. You winced when the freezing glass met your skin. A gasp followed when the bottom of the shot glass rested on your bare stomach. 

The room was silent as Donghyuck placed his arms behind his back. You stared at the ceiling as he descended. Struggling to keep your inhales shallow to keep the shot glass upright, you dug your nails into the heel of your palm. Panic and arousal flooded your brain when you snuck a peek of his head in between your legs. First came the tickle of his long hair, then the puff of his breath. The sensations they caused ignited the fire within you and a wetness to leak into fabric, the one that was fueled by another person’s touch.

Donghyuck paused for a moment, peering up at you. Eyes locked onto his target, he kept a steady gaze as his mouth wrapped around the rim of the glass. The sight of him was too sensual, too debauched for your heart to take, you broke the connection and rested your head back on the glass table. A bit of the soju spilled on your stomach when he threw his head back to take the shot. You wanted to wipe the cold liquid with the hem of your skirt; however, Donghyuck beat you to it, his wet lips thoroughly slurping up the remainder. 

To end the dare, your best friend trapped you under him, his arms planted on either side of you. You instantly turned your head to give him more access. One of Donghyuck’s strong hands cupped your jaw to keep you in place as his tongue thoroughly traced the stripe of sugar until it was all gone. He started from where your shoulder met your neck, ghosting all the way up until his nose nudged your earlobe. Donghyuck caught the sharp gasp that escaped you, felt how your hand left crescent moons on his wrist.

One, two, three beats passed until Donghyuck retreated, the scent of his strong cologne whiffing past you as he pulled back. You released a trapped breath and grabbed hold of the hand he offered. Using his strength to bring you back up, your widened eyes met his. 

Unbeknownst to the two of you, your friends had already moved on from the dare and deemed their roles as matchmakers a job well done. They moved from their spots behind the couch and began clean up duty. Renjun placed all the used kitchenware and rinsed them in the sink. Giselle and Yeri threw away all the trash and clutter around the kitchen and dining room area. Jeno and Karina moved like two peas in a pod, working together to put away all the leftovers in the fridge. Jaemin and Ari gathered all the cards, disregarding the points earned, and placed them back in the box. No matter who earned the most points, it was clear who the winners were–you and Donghuck won the game and your prizes were each other. 

Even with the hustle and bustle happening throughout Donghyuck’s apartment, neither of you noticed, too entranced by each other. Donghyuck was completely under a spellbinding haze–the glazed over expression on your face, paired with your heavy breaths and your parted lips–that he just couldn’t help himself. Hidden by the back of your couch, no one witnessed how your crush broke himself out of his trance just to kiss you one more time. 

His lips, still damp with the alcohol that spilled from his messy drinking method, connected with yours. This kiss was slower than the one that took place earlier in the night. Slower but needier. You tasted the sweet soju as your tongues converged. Even with others in the room, who could catch you at any second, Donghyuck never increased the pace. He kept you there with him, warm hands holding your face, thumbs caressing your cheek and the back of your neck, as he lightly bit your bottom lip. 

Unable to control yourself, a quiet sigh broke free when his touch ran up to grab a handful of your hair. You instantly felt Donghyuck react to it. With that boost in confidence, his mouth formed a smirk and let out a breathless chuckle that left you desiring more of him. His hips rocked forward just once, something hard swiftly brushing against your privates, and it was enough for you to release a high-pitched mewl at the contact. When Donghyuck pulled away, his deep gaze was still locked on your puffy lips, now swollen from all the damage he’d done to you. Drawing back again, he took in the whole sight of you from his current spot, kneeling in between your spread legs. 

You were so breathless, chest heaving and body flushed with warmth. The stain on your lips was almost completely gone, what was left of it messily blotched around your mouth. Even if you reapplied it thirty minutes prior,  Donghyuck was almost one hundred percent sure it disappeared because it was smudged on him.

So breathless. So taken. So ruined. 

That was the word. You looked ruined and it was all thanks to him. 

Lee Donghyuck did that to you and he was damned proud of it. Even if nothing else stemmed from whatever this moment–this night–was, Donghyuck would take the overwhelming pride he felt to his grave. No other kiss, no other makeout session, and whatever followed would ever top this exact moment for him. 

You released a quiet giggle and swiped your thumb against his lips. He kissed it as you continued your ministrations, attempting to clean off the bright color that now painted his face. 

Would it be so bad of him if he told you to stop? Would it be okay for him to keep those stains, those little specks of you, on his skin? Was it shameless of him to ask? If it was too brazen, he’d do it anyway–Donghyuck would do anything to be at your mercy. 

“Hey, lovebirds, we’re heading out!” Jaemin called from behind the couch with Ari snuggled up at his side.

The two of you spun towards them and spotted all your friends gathered by the door. Yeri and Giselle were slipping on their shoes, using Renjun as balance as they stood on one foot. Jeno held Karina’s coat, fighting the blush that warmed his face while the girl of his dreams clung onto his arm. If you were in your right mindset, you would’ve commented on that but you were far from it. You were far from sober, too intoxicated not by the many drinks you consumed, but by all the kisses Donghyuck gave you. They were addicting in their own type of way–with his little suckles, licks, and nips. 

“You’re sleeping over, right?” Ari asked, “No need for us to take you home?”

In normal circumstances, you would sleep over with no other questions asked. It was an unspoken rule that you had every time Donghyuck and Mark hosted but this was different than the other times. You just kissed your best friend–the one you usually share a bed with–on multiple occasions throughout the night and there was some sort of invisible string drawing you back to him every single time you pulled away. Ari, as a faithful girl’s girl, was giving you a way out, an option if you didn’t want to take it any further. 

As you debated the choice that was given, Donghyuck continued to breathe you in. Although he had a certain look to him, with all the flirtatious methods he had under his belt, the boy was a one girl sort of guy and that girl would always be you. You didn’t know it but he was saving himself for you. 

To him, you were not another girl he could have a one-night stand with. You were the person he wanted to wine and dine, to take care of at the end of a long day. He wanted to shower you with his love, undying devotion, and kisses so sweet that could rival the taste of your favorite dessert. And yes, this was a risk–possibly the biggest one in his short lifetime–but out of all the risks he took tonight, this was the one Donghyuck was most willing to take. 

You faced Donghyuck, a silent inquiry in your features, as you thought it through. He cocked his head at you, “It’s up to you, princess. It’s okay if you don’t want to sleep over this time.” There was a sense of finality in his low tone, ready to accept whatever answer you were willing to give. 

There was the Donghyuck you knew and loved–always putting your comfort before his own. Even when his hardened state was centimeters away from the place it craved the most, Donghyuck maintained his distance out of respect for you. That alone made you want to stay with him, to explore where else the night could take you. 

You leaned forward and pressed your body against his. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you leaned your head on his and Donghyuck immediately coiled his arms around your exposed waist. 

“I’m gonna stay,” you notified the crowd. Turning so that your lips brushed against his sensitive ear, you whispered just for him to hear, “that’s okay, yeah?”

Donghyuck slammed his eyes shut at your whisper, tightening his limbs that settled around your middle. With his body still in between your legs, you locked him in place by crossing your calves against his back. Your core was now in direct contact with the cold metal of his belt and you shuddered. You sensed the contrasting warmth right below it as you shifted. “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.”

You could barely maintain eye contact as your friends made their way out the door, “Get home safe, you guys! Text the chat when you get home!”

“Why should we? You’ll be too preoccupied to check,” Yeri yelled back as the front door flung shut.

“You think they’ll finally do it?” Giselle laughed as they all bolted down the stairs.

Karina turned back to face her friend, “Do what–fuck? Yeah.”

“Thank fucking God,” Renjun sighed, “I’m tired of seeing them look at each other like lovesick puppies.”

“They better get together after this or all our hard work was for nothing,” Jaemin scoffed. Ari, still stitched to his side as they stepped outside the complex, nodded in agreement.

“I just feel sorry for Mark,” Yeri winced as they made their way to their respective cars. She pulled out her phone to text the group chat—Mark wouldn’t see it until after his shift at the bar but at least it would act as fair warning. 

“Same,” Jeno agreed. He opened the door for Karina, allowing the girl to slide inside the passenger seat before shutting the door and making his way to the driver’s side. 

“He’ll live,” Jaemin laughed with no remorse whatsoever,“see y’all later.”

With their friends gone, they were truly alone. No one was left to bother them and the only thing to fill the silence was the Christmas playlist in the background. Donghyuck released out a deep exhale and nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. His hands were splayed against your thighs, caressing all the bare skin he had direct access to. The feeling of his warmth was contradicting–it heightened your mood but also made you feel so incredibly safe. 

Deep in your heart, you knew that Donghyuck would accept whatever you had to offer. If that meant taking things one step further, then he would pursue the heartracing chase that has been going on all night, running you down with kisses and ministrations that would leave you weak in his clutches. But on the other hand, if it meant that you changed your pretty little mind and didn’t want anything to occur, he would take it like a champ and accept that too. 

Donghyuck’s subtle touches were light and sensual but never broke the barrier. He just held you, his touch sliding up from your knees to the top of your thighs, fingers skirting around the seams of your bottoms to the curve of your ass. His caress didn’t break through any layers, they just lingered as he continued to keep you in his hold. 

You were the one who crashed through the walls that were made. You were the one who called his name, making him turn his chin to face you. You were the one who looked at him so intensely before dipping down to steal another taste of his addicting mouth. And Donghyuck, with all his might, matched  your level of desire perfectly.

When your limbs encased him in your embrace, arms around his broad shoulders and legs locking around his hips, Donghyuck let out a miniscule noise and you took the chance to lick around his split lips. Your tongue snaked its way in, stroking the tip of his for a second, before teasingly pulling away. He prevented you from completely ending the kiss, his hand firmly gripping the back of your head. 

You sighed out his name, falling more and more into him, and that was it for Donghyuck. He stood up and carried you down the hall. When he stopped kissing you in the middle of the hallway, your brows furrowed and you pulled back in confusion. He wore a sneaky smile on his face as he gestured up with his eyes. 

“Mistletoe,” he chuckled.

“You’re impossible,” you said, turning away to smile. He was so impossibly cute. 

“What’s so wrong about wanting to kiss you under the mistletoe?” Donghyuck asked, cocking his head to meet your gaze again.

“Nothing.”

“Well then, if it’s nothing, then give me another kiss.”

The sweet and light touch quickly turned into something heavier, doused with all the longing you kept locked up deep in your heart. Donghyuck, with the same degree of desperation to love you, matched your intensity. Your back roughly hit the wall as he raised his knee to apply pressure on your center. The slight pain and the definite pleasure blended so well, you moaned loudly. He lifted his knee again to rip another noise out of you and your whimpers were almost too much for him to process.

“Hyuck?”

“Hmmm?” he hummed as he suckled at your neck.

You were practically sinking down the wall, immersing yourself in his kisses. “Room.”

“What?”

You pried him away from your bruising skin from all his nips and kisses to say, “Your room.” Dropping a kiss to his lips, you begged, “Please.”

Completely in sync, you reached for each other again for another round of urgent kisses. It was the blind leading the blind as Donghyuck stumbled through the narrow walkway to find his room. It would have been easier just to let up for a minute or two but the act of kissing him while desperately searching for his space was so incredibly hot. You were sure it was every girl’s dream to be so carnally wanted by someone to the point of never letting go. You were still processing that you were truly wanted this way by the guy who took up permanent residence in your brain.

You faintly heard the door open and close before you were dropped onto his mattress. You let out a surprise squeal at the unexpected action and he laughed as he slowly crawled over you.

Donghyuck always left his LED lights on even when he was out of the room. You scolded him each time he did it, lecturing him about saving energy, but this was the one time you didn’t. You were glad he left his purple lights on because now you were able to see how truly taken he was by you. 

The lights created a halo around his body and yours. Each of you took a moment to soak up your appearances–Donghyuck with purple lights outlining his lean body, light shadows not enough to hide the affection written all over his face and you with your hair spread across his bedsheets, chest heaving in anticipation, and dilated eyes looking up at him.

Your hands snaked up to the hem of his sweater, tugging at it. It was an unspoken question and Donghyuck answered it instantly, stripping himself of the one layer he had on. Unable to resist, your fingers danced across his bare skin, tracing the lines of his lean muscles. You’d seen him shirtless many times before but never like this. You never had him hovering over you with the feeling of desire coursing through your bloodstream.

Sliding your hands up, you tugged at his long hair to bring him closer to you and his arms faltered for a second. Donghyuck collapsed, dropping so that he rested on his knees and arms. The strands that you played with dangled across your forehead and you reached up to close the distance. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time before I can’t stop myself anymore,” Donghyuck whispered against your lips. “Do you want this?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

He kissed your breath away, his hands resting against your ribs. Dogghyuck squeezed hushed sounds out of you as he stripped you of your crop top and bra all at once. His hands grasped your breasts, fondled them, while the open-mouthed kisses continued. They drifted from your mouth, his lips marking a path down your neck to your cleavage. Donghyuck teased your nipples with his hand and tongue, watching you writhe with each action he made. Your manicured nails scratched at his back as his licks and pinches quickened.

“God, you’re so–” Donghyuck lost his train of thought when your palm added pressure to the growing need in his pants. 

You struggled to get his belt off in between all his distractions. As soon as you did, your nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and began to shove his tight jeans down his meaty thighs.

Donghyuck reluctantly ripped himself away from you to do the rest of the work. He did a sloppy job of it all, hopping here and there to wiggle out of his jeans but you didn’t care. You kept your eyes on him, your gaze raking from his head all the way down to the apparent tent in his boxer briefs. Crawling your way to the edge of the bed, you looked up at him while you tugged on the waistband of his last remaining layer.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” he groaned while you pulled him back towards you. Donghyuck was beyond ready to risk it all for you, no matter the consequences. Logic and friendship be damned.

“Like what?” You blinked slowly.

His hands went to your hair, tugging you up until you were at eye level with each other. The other arm coiled around your waist and pressed your bare, heaving chests together.“God, do you want to be kissed until you can’t breathe?” 

“By you? Please,” you pleaded again. Donghyuck gave in to you, protecting your head as the two of you fell back. He kissed you as your back hit the bed a second time, his tongue passing over every crevice in your mouth. He met his need to be closer to you by grinding his hips, an action you promptly followed. His hands and yours were in absolute synchronization as they tugged the remaining layers off. 

It seemed like all Donghyuck wanted to do was shower your entire body with his undying devotion, to show you how much he loved you. His lips skipped over the apex between your legs, kissed down your extremities, until he was off the bed with your garments in hand and haphazardly tossed them to the side. 

His hand wrapped around your ankle and dragged your body to the end of the bed. Your heavy breathing increased when you realized exactly what Donghyuck was up to. He shot you an animalistic grin as he dived in with a long lick to your velvet skin.

“Hyuck, oh my god,” you cried.

He sucked on one of your lips and then the other with the same amount of pressure. “Again.”

“What?”

“Say my name again.” This time, he swirled his tongue around your clit then added pressure with the tip. 

It pushed another winded call of his name out of you and you felt him smirk against you. Donghyuck traced your folds with one finger with a featherlight touch before it ventured inside your aching need. His digit slid right in and out, showing just how much you craved him. His eyes tracked how they eased into you, the sight never boring him in the slightest. 

Adding another finger made you even more vocal, as did his tongue playing with your clit. Donghyuck never let up. Even when your fingers tugged a little too tightly on his hair, or when you trapped his head in between your legs, he refused to surrender. Not when your sugary sweet voice kept calling for him. 

You grew hot, sweat forming on your skin, as he continued to drive three fingers into you with a speed and depth you could never replicate. The noises you made became more incoherent with each second that passed, Donghyuck couldn’t even process that you were calling his name. He was too into you, eyes rolled to the back of his head, moans buried into your skin. 

“Wait, wait–” you screamed, forcefully tugging his head away from you, even though you were teetering the edge.

Donghyuck was dazed, lips and chin drenched by your juices, as you commanded his attention. “D’you want to stop?”

Tears gathered around your waterline, threatening to fall, as you gathered yourself. “N-no but,” you gleaned at the clock on his wall, “Mark–”

Donghyuck possessively growled when his roommate’s name left your lips. He didn’t want to hear anyone else’s name when you looked so disheveled except his. “What about him?”

“He’s coming home soon. He can’t–” Hear us was what you wanted to say. 

Donghyuck, however, did not give you time to finish that statement. 

Shoving his three fingers back into you with determination, you heard the embarrassingly loud squelching noises over your whimpers. Donghyuck seemed into it, a madden and driven expression taking over his face, as he snarled back, “I’ve waited too fucking long to have you like this. I don’t care if he hears you–let him hear you. I don’t care as long as you’re mine.”

His fingers combined with his god-send of a tongue worked endlessly, never faltering, as they brought you higher and higher. Worries worlds away, all you could center on was the immense pleasure coursing through your entire being. Fingers curled around his hair and played with your breast while Donghyuck coerced more noises out of you. Your insistent jerking at his hair and squirming alerted him that you were almost there, you just needed a little more encouragement.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” he said before his tongue flicked tirelessly. 

The soft order mixed with the new nicknames and his brazen desire to make you come undone was too overwhelming, you had no chance of warning before it all came crashing down. Stars in your eyes, cries bubbling out of your mouth, and hands gripping onto anything within your reach, your whole body reaction was good but not enough to satisfy the greed Donghyuck had in him.

“You sound so pretty, so so pretty,” he whispered as he kissed your pulsing bundle. He stroked himself with a painstakingly slow pace, feasting on the way you lost yourself.

When you came to, you rushed to stake your claim on him. If he had his way with you, then you needed your time and space to do the same. Leading him onto the bed, you positioned him to lean against the bedrest and seated yourself on his thighs. His fingers sank into your ass, kneading your flesh until you rocked in time with his movements. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better than that, your fingers gripped his lengthening cock and began to move. 

Paired with the hickeys you planted on his chest and neck, Donghyuck was at your complete and absolute mercy. When your tongue circled a nipple, he released a weak noise. Picking up on how much he liked it, you repeated the action on the neglected partner then kissed your way down to his hardened cock. When you held his gaze captive with your siren eyes, you descended, tongue running along the side of him. Your lips ghosted against the area, never engulfing him, to prolong the teasing. 

“Want you to sound pretty, too,” you said as you licked the cum off his tip. “Can you do that for me? Sound pretty?”

Donghyuck let out a small noise that you struggled to hear. 

Withdrawing your mouth, you allowed your hands to do the work. They bobbed up and down at a slow, menacing pace, twisting at the right times. When he grew louder, more desperate, you nosed and smirked against his length before giving him what he wanted. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked lightly on the end before deep-throating him. Saliva dripped from your lips as you relax your jaw, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

The action shocked Donghyuck, overloading his nerves, heart, and brain that he almost lost all sense of self. The strong charisma he held while taking care of you disappeared, reduced to pathetic little moans and uncoordinated jerks of his hips. 

You heard through the grapevine that he was a verbal lover but you didn’t think he was that noisy. You didn’t mind it though, you took his whimpers and babbles as incoherent praises. Desperate mumbles of your name fired out of his lips and his hands yanked you away before he finished.  

“Sorry, sorry,” he said when his hands tugged harshly on your hair. His eyes were still closed as his lips covered yours. He lapped at your mouth, tasting himself, as he placed you on your back again. He nibbled at your earlobe, so near that he could hear your strained puffs. “Dreamed about this for years, waited too damn long. Can’t end like that.”’

“For years, baby?” You scratched his scalp.

His brown eyes rolled back. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah,” Donghyuck exhaled. “Again?”

A begging and pliant Donghyuck was a rare sight, you wondered how hard you could push.

“No,” you said firmly, a hint of a smile breaking through when you caught onto his frustration. 

When he bucked his hips, you clenched and resisted the urge to grind back. “Why not?”

“You’re cute when you beg.”

Donghyuck let out the loudest whine, grinding again. You coiled your legs around his hips, tightening them to lock him in place. Desperation leaking out of him, he continued his actions.  The friction caused by his cock rubbing against your folds was so delicious, you almost gave in. 

“You’re a tease,” he groaned deeply.

“No, that’s you.”

“Please,” Donghyuck’s voice sounded so strained. “I want to hear it again.”

Positioning your lips right by his ear, you gave into his request. “Baby.”

Donghyuck showed you just how much he loved that name by bringing your lips back together. His lower body pressed you against the mattress, hasty ruts making his cock slide against your folds. He blindly reached for his drawers, hand crashing against every surface to search for a condom. In his rush, things scattered about, making the task much harder than it should’ve been. He unwillingly separated from you to retrieve the wanted package and slid it on his fully hardened state.

Hushed, nervous giggles took over when Donghyuck inched towards you. He brushed your loose strands sticking to your cheeks away just so he could see your whole face, all flushed because of him. Placing a gentle peck on your lips, he positioned himself and pushed past the barrier of your folds. Donghyuck took his sweet, sweet time sinking deeper into you and your annoyance grew faster than his pacing.

“Hyuck,” you whined, your mind and body obsessing over the way he felt. His cock was girthy, definitely thicker than his three fingers, but just as long. Just one little thrust by him and he’d hit your spot and you were positive it would feel like heaven. You dug your heels into his back and he keeled. 

“Yeah?” He stilled when he was fully sheathed, breathing heavily at how your body clung onto him.

“Move,” you harshly whispered, pressing your heels again. The stretch he caused wasn’t an overbearing one, it was one you were more than ready to handle. You needed Donghyuck in all definitions of the word but he wasn’t budging. 

“I can’t,” Donghyuck choked when you clenched. You were so tight, affecting him too strongly with the tiniest movements, his mind was conflicted on what to do. A part of him wanted to linger and soak it all in, while the other wanted to lose all sense of control. “You feel so good.”

When you clenched around him again, Donghyuck folded. He never had a chance when it came to resisting you. In the past, he struggled whenever you batted your eyelashes at him or gave him the devilishly innocent puppy dog eyes. How was he supposed to resist your requests when he filled you up to the brim, skin pressed against skin, lips just breaths away from each other? He was at your beck-and-call to the greatest degree and this was the ideal situation to prove it to you. 

His first thrust was sudden, interrupting another request spilling out of your mouth. You choked out an elongated groan and it died in your mouth as he moved again. His pacing may have been slow but it was purposeful. You truly felt every little thing–from the way he drew back to the way your body sucked him back in. A part of you wished to get rid of the condom, so you could make out how the ridges and veins swept your walls, but you knew this was the safer, more logical option. (Plus, there was always the next time.)

Your matched rhythm increased as time passed, sounds of skin slapping and pathetic whines echoing within his room’s four walls. His deep plunges hit the target every-time, his cock directly adding a divine pressure to your g-spot and in response, your nails created dents and scratches on his beautifully tanned skin. Your hands explored every crevice of his body, dragging trails down his chest, arms, and abs. His lips traversed the expanse of your neck and collarbone, before coming back to capture yours in messy kisses.

And when you broke away from his kisses to let out neverending whimpers, Donghyuck knew that you were close. His hand lifted one of your legs over his broad shoulder and that new angle alone made you grip and thrash around the sheets. Your motions were frantic at this point, his hips operating at a relentless pace that you could barely chase. His hands on your hips alleviated you of most of the work, your body too spent in the blaring white, starry-eyed high he was providing. 

His fingers reaching down to pinch your pulsing clit was the final move before you came crashing down. Ecstasy rippled through you and once again, he milked out your cum until your body trembled with aftershocks. He pulled out then, his large hand rushing to finish himself off. 

As you were slowly descending from your high, your one thought was to return the generous favor. Donghyuck jerking himself off to completion didn’t sit right with you. Hazingly, you crawled over to him and swatted his hands aside. The boy was lost in confusion at your actions but it all became crystal clear to him when your face plummeted to his now bare cock, the condom disregarded somewhere on his bed. 

Donghyuck’s tip quickly hit the back of your throat as your hands fondled whatever could not fit. He didn’t last much longer, his groans reaching new heights in volume and his once flourished moves turning into an uncoordinated state of frenzy. Donghyuck, with his tight grip loosening through your hair, said your name once more. His mouth slackened and the long-awaited bliss ultimately reached its peak. 

A familiar room welcomed you as you opened your eyes the following morning. You blinked away the sleepiness, adjusting to the light that peeked through the blinds. The clock on the wall read eight thirty in the morning, otherwise known as too early to be awake after drinking the night away. Slumber was calling your name but so was your stupid bladder. You unwillingly wiggled out of his embrace, watching and giggling as his body adjusted to the empty space beside him. 

You muttered complaints about the cold in your head as you trudged to the bathroom, picking up Donghyuck’s knit sweater as another layer of heat on the way. While you were up, you took care of your usual morning routine–washing your face with Donghyuck’s skin care products, drying your skin with the towel set he always left for you, and brushing your teeth with the toothbrush that stood right next to his. 

The domesticity of it hit differently the morning after you were intimate with your best friend. Something in the air had changed and you hoped it was for the better. A small part of your heart, the one that was so incredibly smitten with him,  worried Donghyuck would view their night together as a one-time thing. Another part of you, however, believed the words he uttered last night. After all, he said he waited too damn long for this. That had to mean something, right? 

You quickly nestled back into the sheets, shifting until the blankets were up to your shoulders. The shirt Donghyuck dressed you in was big and comfortable but the thin fabric wasn’t enough to keep warm throughout the night. Neither was the sweater you threw on. Your preferred source of heat was inches away, his body scorching despite being shirtless. 

Donghyuck groaned as you attempted to make yourself comfortable. His arms snaked around your middle, spooning you just like he did the night before. His face dug into the back of your neck, his nose prodding the sliver of skin not covered by your bedridden hair. His low morning voice, the complete opposite of the higher pitch he used around the group, made your heart plummet.“Why did you leave me?” 

“I was gone for five minutes.”

“Five minutes too long, princess,” he whined, his fingers skimming up and down your thighs.

“You’re so needy.”

This touch rose at a snail’s pace. He brushed your underwear then moved underneath your clothes to rest his palms on your stomach. “No, I just missed you.”

“Yeah, needy,” you retorted playfully, turning to face him. 

The fond smile on your face matched the expression on his and you kissed him softly. He gave you a second kiss and then a third that allowed you to get lost in him. You noticed and enjoyed every little thing he did–his hands dragging your hips to meet him, the sound caught in his throat when your leg wraps around his middle, his tongue lovingly caressing yours. 

Donghyuck reluctantly broke away from you, trying to create some distance. He grew a little self-conscious upon tasting the fresh mint on your lips. Covering his mouth, he said, “Wait, shit. Morning breath. Let me just—”

“Don’t care,” you muttered, straddling him so he couldn’t escape your clutches. You pulled him back in, smothering your best friend with all the kisses he deserved. You left one on each of his eyes, the pretty beauty marks sprinkled across his face, and over the hickeys you littered across his golden skin. 

He chuckled in between kisses, “Who’s the needy one now?”

“Shut up, you loser,” you rolled your eyes with fake annoyance.

“I thought I was your baaaaaby,” he teased, palms running up and down your sides. You paused at that and Donghyuck noticed. “Hey, what is it? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s just–” 

You released a drawn out breath. 

“You’re thinking a little loud,” Donghyuck’s voice let up, his concern slipping through his words. He cupped your cheek and your eyes met. “But not loud enough for me to hear your thoughts. Wanna let me into that pretty mind of yours?” 

You basked in the way his thumb strokes your cheek so gently and the stars that were shining in his eyes. Lee Donghyuck was many things—a hard worker, a flirt, intelligent, caring, hilarious, a pain-in-the-ass, a brave soul. The list went on and on. He wore many crowns and carried many titles but the one title he did not claim was being yours. 

Donghyuck was your best friend but he wasn’t officially yours. And you wanted him to be. 

In your bright and rose-colored eyes, Donghyuck was a risk-taker. He took the risks he wanted to last night to get you in his bed. But was that all there was to it? The part of your heart that doubted his actions and feelings took over your thoughts, the questions picking at you with no avail.

If Donghyuck could take risks, then why couldn’t you? Channeling the confidence your best friend usually carried, you asked, “Do you need me the way I need you, Hyuck?” 

You reached for the hand resting on your cheek and brought it back down to his bare chest. Fingers interlacing, the back of your hand picked up on his heart pulsating rapidly against his chest. 

As if sensing the doubt in your head, he tasked himself to send the negative musings away. Donghyuck didn’t answer your question directly but the words spilling out of his mouth were more than enough for you. “You are the only dream that fills my head—nothing else but you.” He said your name so tenderly, your heart grew three times—no, a million times—too big. At this point, the muscle and the smile that you wore bursted at the seams. 

Donghyuck laid out his cards in this game of love and it was time to reveal your hand. You squeezed his hand tightly as an act of courage and then took the leap of faith. “I like you,” you blurted out, “so much. Sometimes too much that it hurts.” 

Amused and overjoyed by your confession, Donghyuck rushed up to kiss you. His lips pressing against you so suddenly caught you off guard, you lost your balance in the act. “You are so fucking cute, I don’t know what to do with you,” he muttered in between pecks that made you laugh aloud. 

“Date me?” you suggested with a shy smile. 

“Princess, I’m going to date the hell out of you, just you wait.” 

His kisses eventually subdued and you found yourselves laying on your sides facing each other. No words were exchanged as your heads rested on their respective pillows. You were happy when his words never stopped flowing and when you stared in silence with matching grins. 

You watched Donghyuck’s face contort into one of concentration, his fingers rising above his head to count something, before he turned back to you. “We’ve spent seven Christmases together—”

“Oh yeah?”

“—and this one is definitely my favorite.” 

His confession was beyond sweet, it’s honey dripping out of his mouth. Over the years, Donghyuck wiggled his way into your holiday traditions. There was a lot you’d done over the years, from ice skating to gingerbread houses to movie marathons and impromptu snowball fights. Many of those moments were core memories you kept dear to your heart. Donghyuck admitting this meant a great deal to you and the space your heart had for him increased tenfold. Your heart was now completely his. 

Although they drove you insane with their obvious scheme, you thanked the meddling kids you called friends and their stupid game in your head. After all, they were the ones who encouraged you to risk it all in an extremely unserious and unconventional way.

With that being said, the risks the game of life had to offer were terrifying. They were difficult. If you never took them, they would forever leave you pondering about the road not taken. But when you did take them, risks big or small, they were always worth it. 

Kissing Donghyuck sweetly on the lips, you replied, “It’s my favorite too.” 

(01:27) Yeri: i’m so sorry marky  (01:29) Jeno: ditto (01:29) Jeno: f’s in the chat for mark (01:30) Karina: f (01:30) Renjun: f (01:30) Yeri: f (01:30) Ari: f (01:31) Giselle: fffffff (01:32) Jaemin: shut up, he’ll be fine (01:45) Yeri: I’ll leave my extra key under my mat if you wanna crash somewhere else, just got home (01:50) Giselle: home, gnite everyone (01:51) Ari: we just got home too, night night <3 (01:55) Jeno: home, rina’s here too (01:56) Yeri: oh??? (01:56) Karina: shut up (02:35) Mark: wtf i just got home, why are you sorry (02:35) Mark: what happened (02:36) Mark: bro hold up i hear noises from hyuck’s room, who else did you invite?? (02:36) Mark: did y/n get sexiled??? where is she??  (02:36) Mark: she’s not in my room, i thought she was sleeping over?? (02:37) Mark: wait—OH MY GOD YOOOO WTF IS THAT Y/N IN HIS ROOM  (02:37) Mark: …oh my god that’s her let’s GOOOOOO (02:38) Mark: omf they’re so loudddddd dude wtfffff (02:38) Mark: fml yeri im coming over 

AUTHOR'S NOTE. I know it's past Christmas now but I hope you enjoy this holiday fic. It ended up being longer than I thought it was going to be but it's done! My first full fic in quite a bit. The games and hilarity that ensue in this fic are based on one of my drunk game nights with friends. Every time I hang out with this group, something inspires me--we're like sitcom worthy at times lol. Fic worthy even. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think.

Happy Holidays and Happy 2024! <3

TAGLIST. @nctsworld @johtenrecs @emmybyeakitty @sokkigarden @hyuckworld @baekhyuns-lipchain @yutaholic-main @moonctzeny @suhnnyskiess @smileysuh @everloving-avenue @justalildumpling @tywritesstuff @mikalovesicecream @carelessshootanonymous @emvrd @taelme @fairyiene @dreamy-carat @smwhrinthehaze

© sehunniepotwrites, 2023

[serpenndragon]

cw for horror-esque design art!

Just some concept art of Bad but it's intentionally spooky this time so :P

+ some fountain pen doodles so It isnt just a text thumbnail O-o

ignore that he doesnt have his scars or uhm. hair

We need more BadBoyHalo being a scary monster so I am here to deliver 🫡 If you havent seen my other art this is his "true" form and what he's worried about the other members seeing, even though a few already know (like quackity, wilbur, niki, tubbo, ect) and the other's probbaly wouldnt judge him or see him differently other than being a bit surprised.

This is turning into a bit of a species info dump but that's what tumblr is for I guess so !

Some things to know- This strange looking ten foot tall monsterish form is what regular Wither demons normally look like! Ofc they're not always pissed like how I drew here but the unsettlingness can still stick around when theyre not trying to be threatening just because of their large teeth, claws, and well being large LOL Bad, coming from the nether originally got the gist firsthand how the overworld viewed WIther Demons and most people were scared of him, so as a safety measure and for his own anxiety he learned transfiguration magic over the coarse of a few years to create himself a smaller, less thretening form. At first it was hard and painful to maintain his smaller form (which is about 5'6, gets rid of most of his teeth, smaller horns/tail/wings that can't fly and less defined leg joints) but after a while of using it frequently along with getting better with his magic he's able to maintain it prettymuch constantly! Though he does have to revert back for at least 30 minutes a day to avoid health issues and longterm transfiguration detriments. (I had a breif idea that during purgatory he would be forced into his true form to defend himself and/or because he kept his smaller one up in front of everyone for too long) Anyyyways Dapper and most of the other babies know about his real form! He lets them ide on his back sometimes and teaches them how to fly/roar and other silly things. hmm another fun fact, Bad has the demon equivelent of a dad bod, if you notice he shed the spikes on his upper back and neck (which parent demons do so their babies can ride on their backs safely), and gained the barbs on his lower neck (which he can rattle to better communicate and imitate the call of a baby demon, it doenst serve much of a purpose with the baby dragons seeing as they aren't wither demons but they've grown fond of the sound when Bad would make it on accident, and can mimic it <3) AKA with the addition of the dragon babies his body went into dad mode like it had when JR was born, he can't really control it but doesnt really mind and it does kinda help him with them anyways. In addition to the physical changes, he's also beome incredibly protective over them Despite them not being his bloodborn children (this is common for wither demons, since their species is scarce they evolved to get these paternal instincts and hormones when they take a paternal role which was meant for ophaned baby demons but works with other species too, Bad's just like oh okay I have a handful of baby dragons my body thinks is its own now woah okay

Went off on a tangent there LMAO i could talk about him all day anyways hope you like my ideas :D

[anawrites3]

I saw a mutual of yours (Zero) post songs that remind them of their fave ships. Would you be interested in doing the same??? This concept is so cute to me bc it really shows off how we view this characters and their chemistry :) If you’re not interested!!!! That’s fine too <3

I love this, thank you so much for asking me 💕

Sladick

Loreen - Is it love

Taylor Swift - Don't blame me

Maneskin - I wanna be your slave

5 seconds of summer - If walls could talk

5 seconds of summer - Red Desert (because of a fic I've read lmao)

Anne-Marie - Unhealthy

Rudolf - The Writing's on the wall - and I blame polv for that because whenever I hear it now I see Dick behind prison bars talking with Slade (about Bruce) so I guess this one also counts for BruDick

Fast Boy - Forget you

Elle Duhe - Middle of the night

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

And actually lemme put a few for those two as well:

JayDick

5 seconds of summer - Lover of mine

Nathan Dawe - 21 reasons

Clinton Kane - I guess I'm in love

BruDick

David Guetta - Crazy what love can do

PRETTYMUCH - Eyes off you

Ruth B. - Dandelions

Charlie Puth - Dangerously

Aaand that would be it for now? Those are just off the top of my head and stuff I listened to recently. You can let me know what you think haha I'll take full criticism

[trafalgarlogy]

Can i possibly have an au where grimmjow falls for a female college student when he invades karakura town

certainly !

Song suggestion: Me Necesita- PRETTYMUCH, CNCO

Summary: When Ichigo and Grimmjow, meet for the 2nd time, Both of them being so focused on their battle they didn't realize they had destroyed the entrance of the prestigious college of Karakura, the students in the college were terrified as the two continued on to fight, suddenly they felt a huge spiritual pressure coming from the college, it was a spiritual pressure never felt before, as they checked for who it belonged, they saw girl with (h/c) hair approaching them as the other student, tried to stop her from going. She kicked their asses and finally came to them. continue to read below to find out what happened next..

"wooh, having quite the guts I see~" Grimmjow smirked at your face, "you're annoying." you said without any hesitation continuing, to chew on your lollipop, " are you a shinigami (soul reaper)?" Ichigo struggled as he coughed out blood from his mouth, taking out the lollipop you replied, "If you had said it out loud, I would have broken your nose", "and its none of your business for who I am" glaring at the wounded boy. " and its none of your business to interfere in our FIGHT!!" Grimmjow yelled approaching you, you took no second to react back kicking him in the stomach which sent them flying away to the abandoned building that stood in front of the college, seeing this view the entire college gasped.

as the dust cleared out where Grimmjow was standing, He was covered in blood, Ichigo's jaw dropped at the huge impact made by just a single kick, "Impressive~" Grimmjow chuckled, "Didn't know you were so shameless, Blueberry" you said, putting back the lollipop in your mouth, "Who the fuck are you calling Blueberry, HUH?!" he yelled at you from a distance, "So what should I call you? Kitty?~" you smirked, "Damn you-" a vein popped up on Grimmjow's head as he turned all red, "awww look who is blushing?~" you chuckled mocking him.

He stormed toward you taking out his katana, you also walked toward him, getting ready to slice with his katana he made his move but it was stopped by you placing your lollipop in his mouth, he stood there like a statue for a split second as Ichigo was all red as well, " did I steal your first indirect kiss, Kitty?~" you said smirking widely, "I-" Grimmjow was left speechless with your act, but suddenly he teleported through a portal disappearing from the scene but luckily no one noticed it other than you and Ichigo. You walked towards Ichigo who was covered in many wounds and scars, "I think you need to get yourself treated, is there someone around who can carry you?", "I'm fine.." as he tried to get up, but he fell back failing to get up, "yeah right..." you rolled your eyes, "What's your name...?" he asked, "(Last Name) (Name)", as you walked away seeing Rukia coming running "ICHIGOOOO!"

you didn't dare help the guy cause you knew if you helped him, hollows and soul reapers come after you, again

on the other side, Grimmjow was transferred to the ground where Ulquiorra was.

"we are done here...its time to retreat" Ulquiorra commanded staring at Grimmjow, with his green eyes showing no emotion

"tch, I wasn't done with that brat..." Grimmjow complained.

"I don't care, It's Aizen-sama's order to retreat, Let's go." Ulquiorra ended his sentence, opening the portal to Hueco Mundo.

Grimmjow didn't care about whatever Ulquiorra said, cause he was lost in the thoughts of this girl he just met, he had to admit she was attractive and none the less interesting...

"Guess the trip to Karakura was worth the while~" he hummed smirking within himself.

(if yk, where I took the first indirect kiss concept from you're cool in my eyes) Hope you like it! Thank you for reading!~

© nyxxcore

[idol-trickster]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

@billyholztisch

OOC: I would have loved to answer this IC, but deciding what Trickster/Ji-Woon would listen to takes tons of headcanon space in my brain, which would take too long to think about to properly reply.

But since I got two of these I'll double the song amount and give you 10, straight from my Spotify most listened to! (I promise not to make duplicate artists' spots, so I'll list the "Top Song" and mention others from them.)

Zico - Freak This has been in my top songs for 3 months (since it was released) It overthrew Any Song, which was reigning supreme last year! She's a Baby is also one I adore a lot, Balloon & Being Left always hurt my heart (Dean's vocals are fantastic), and not to mention Anti is such a strong statement song.

2. Block B - Her This song, choreography, video, and aesthetic make me happy! Very Good is my gateway song to BB, but I've listened to Her more often recently. Their sub-group stuff Bastarz's whole I'm a Mess album is super sexy, and it's a treat anytime I get to hear P.O.'s vocals!

3. Enhyphen - Drunk-Dazed Sexy, Hype, and Catchy! It was great to see the performance in person, and one of my favs right next to Fever and One in a Billion!

4. DPR Ian - No Bluberries DPR as a duo is so talented and they work hard to self-produce! Though this song mostly DPR Ian is one of my favs for the tone. Scaredy Cat comes in right next to this one, but honestly, all their songs are REALLY my style. (They have a nice Indie sound)

5. Kai - Peaches "Pretty girl you're like peaches~" It's such a lovely song and I love the soft sound. It always gets quickly stuck in my head if I listen, and Kai's concept seemed so cute. I always remember how happy he seemed to have released this song, and that he wanted a fantasy feel.

6. Wonho - Ain't about you King is conquering the English vocals, and with such a sultry and good duet, they really balance out the song. The beat reminds me of being trendy and as if it belongs in Dislyte!

7. PRETTYMUCH, CNCO - Me Necessita The boy band sound with Spanish lyrics and a reggaeton beat made this a big hit on my playlist. I love it so much! Their other song Would You Mind is so fun and has such an 80s-90s sound it makes it a fun listen!

8. Salem Ilse, TXT, Alan Walker - PS5 I'm a console gamer, so this song was relatable! The vocals are gorgeous and the beat's so catchy, I end up humming this song a lot.

9. Vaundy - Tokyo Flash This just has such a great sound. It's very indie sounding and has a great melody to lyric composition. Everything compliments so well.

10. Phoenix - If I Ever Feel Better Honestly, this song always makes me sentimental and grateful. I'm putting it here because I think everyone needs to hear this at least once. No matter how hard things get, and how un-ending it feels, it's always nice to have a positive outlook; sometimes when it doesn't feel like you're reaching any goals, something as nice as spending time with someone you cherish and having a good time is what we should look forward to, to enjoy our lives. It's a reminder to not forget the love and support we receive, and look forward to good days! Maybe to be kinder and take things easier on ourselves and make our happiness an important goal. (But other than that, I really adore Lisztomania from them too)

--- PS. As a bonus song, I adore "Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me (Japanese Version)"; it's hit my no.2 spot on Spotify, it's so classic! (and I discovered the Japanese cover from Tokyo Vice)

[horrorsfm]

we   got   a   caller   on   line   one   .   .   .   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒   you   are   on   the   air   .   .   .   I   simply   can   not   wait   for   more   things   to   be   dropped!   I   haven’t   been   this   excited   for   a   role   play   in   yeARS

i’m   so   glad   people   are   genuinely   excited   for   this   !   it’s   an   idea   i   thought   of   doing   when   the   weeknd   first   dropped   dawn   fm   ,   mixed   with   my   love   for   horror   rps   .   i   didn’t   really   know   how   to   merge   the   ideas   until   my   friend   pretty   much   gave   me   the   concept   and   here   we   are   !   lol   but   seriously   ,   hope   to   hear   from   you   again   throughout   the   week   !

[morningfears]

Nights Like This

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: Isabel’s never been one to let loose so she enlists the help of her neighbor, Zion, to help her with that. | Ft. Friends-to-lovers, smoking weed, a vague reference to kinks but not really. Also: the prompts, “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” + "How stoned are you right now?" + "Do you mind chilling out with the weed? It's coming through the vents and my parents are coming into town tomorrow and already have a lot to say about my life choices without thinking I'm smoking." all requested by anons and "If you could stop laughing while I'm trying to go down on you, that'd be great,” requested by @babygirlmil​

Word Count: 6.8k (...yeah, sorry)

To Isabel, cleaning her apartment had, more often than not, always been a chore that she didn’t mind. On a good day, one where she didn’t get distracted by clothing she thought was lost, stuffed into the bottom of her closet, or a dance party to her cleaning playlist, it only took about an hour or so. Even on days like those, ones where she ended up trying on half of her wardrobe before remembering what she’d initially started, she barely lost three hours. The time was well spent as doing nothing in a clean apartment always made her feel infinitely better than binging Netflix surrounded by signs of her day-to-day life. However, cleaning her apartment in preparation for a visit from her parents was a daylong commitment and always stressed her out.

Isabel’s mother expected nothing less than perfection. She’d always been the golden child, the soft daughter that made perfect grades and spent her Saturday nights with her nose buried in a book rather than going to a party. Those were things that her parents expected from her, even as a college junior, and those expectations extended to her living environment, too.

Her mother had always imparted upon her the importance of a pristine living space. Isabel remembered their home looking like a showroom, something out of a movie, and she knew that her mother expected the same of her apartment. And when her parents informed her that they’d be stopping by her apartment on their way home from a trip to visit her older brother, she started cleaning the moment she woke up and didn’t stop until nearly eight that night. She felt certain that her apartment was cleaner than it had been when it was built and, with the scent of a coconut milk and patchouli wax warmer floating around the cozy space, she declared her work finished.

After taking a final lap around her apartment, tidying up any last little messes she might have missed, Isabel decided that the only thing left to do before she went to sleep was to get a few moments of relaxation. She didn’t indulge often, only when her anxiety got a little too much for her to handle, but she deemed it necessary to dig into her stash of bath bombs and dropped a sex bomb from Lush into the warm water. She piled her hair on top of her head in a bun, hit play on her relaxation playlist, settled into the water, and let her eyes slip shut as she attempted to drown out the thoughts swirling around her head.

She would’ve remained there, content to soak in the warm water until it went cold, for far too long had a scent she had started to grow used to not drifted through her vents. The scent of marijuana overpowered her bath products and enveloped her bathroom, a typical occurrence for this time of night. It was a sign that Zion must be home, finished with his shift and procrastinating his homework, and while she wasn’t a fan of it, Isabel never complained.

Zion, her next-door neighbor of over a year, had been a good neighbor. He was quiet, the only real noise he ever made was the sound of his stereo cutting through their paper thin walls or the occasional yell as he played video games with his friends, but Isabel couldn’t complain as she knew he got an earful of her own music every now and again. Zion always took his garbage out (unlike the guy three doors down that left the bag outside his front door until someone got annoyed enough to take it to the dumpster) and never had parties at his place.

In fact, Isabel and Zion had grown to be friends over the year they’d lived beside one another. Sometimes, when she made too much food for dinner, she invited Zion over to eat with her (she wouldn’t admit it but after he’d almost set his kitchen on fire, she started cooking too much on purpose, just to make sure he wasn’t eating fast food every night). Their balconies were situated so that they could see one another if they sat in just the right spot so some nights, they would sit outside and talk as he smoked. And that, in and of itself, was Isabel’s only complaint about living next door to Zion.

Despite being raised to avoid parties, smoking, and drinking, Isabel didn’t have a problem with anyone smoking weed. She had never done it herself and was only mildly curious, however, as long as no one got hurt, she believed that they were free to do as they pleased. She just wasn’t a fan of the smell.

Her mother, on the other hand, associated weed with delinquency and would lose her mind if she entered Isabel’s apartment and smelled it. So, Isabel resigned herself to asking Zion if he wouldn’t mind not smoking until her parents left. With the mood ruined by thoughts of her parents’ impending visit, Isabel mulled over what she would use to bribe Zion (food, maybe?) and drained the water from her tub. She watched the glittery water swirl down the drain, a fitting metaphor for her plummeting mood, before she dressed in a pair of shorts and an oversized university sweatshirt her brother had passed down when he graduated.

Isabel thought about the previous visits her parents had made and the comments they’d uttered about her apartment, her grades, her choice of internship, her choice of job, her choice of major, and her choice of apartment as she went through her night routine. She coated her skin in lotion, a scent that tended to calm her (but didn’t really help as she fumed about her parents), before she ran a comb though her curls. She padded through the apartment, her shoulders slumped and her eyes heavy with exhaustion, before she shoved her feet into a pair of slippers and stepped out into the hallway.

Isabel heard the sounds of Zion’s current favorite playlist through his front door and couldn’t help but let a soft smile grace her lips as she knocked on the pale blue front door of apartment 75. It took a moment, a little longer than Zion usually took to answer his door, before the door opened and Zion appeared clad in a pair of basketball shorts and a sweatshirt that she longed to steal.

At the sight of him, Isabel felt her cheeks heat and the smile on her face grow a little bigger. It had been a little over a week since they’d seen one another - both busy with school and work - and she hadn’t realized how much she missed him until that moment. Isabel would be lying if she said she didn’t have at least a little bit of a crush on Zion. It had surprised her at first because on the surface, he was the exact opposite of her type. When he moved in, she had immediately been attracted to him but figured they were too different to work as she caught sight of him on her friends’ Instagram stories at one party after another. However, the more she got to know him, the harder she fell for him.

However, she never imagined that he’d feel the same way. So, she kept herself at arm’s length and decided that being friends with him would be better than nothing. 

“Izzy,” Zion exclaimed with a smile of his own, surprised at her appearance, “what’s up? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He paused for a moment to check the time on the clock hanging on his wall and turned to her with exaggeratedly wide eyes, “It’s past your bedtime.”

Isabel rolled her eyes at Zion’s teasing and crossed her arms over her chest as he stepped aside to let her into his apartment. “Funny, Z,” she laughed, her tone lightly sarcastic as she ducked her head and stepped around him. “Some of us have regular, functional sleep schedules,” she mumbled as she took a seat on his couch and watched him step into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from his fridge. “I have a favor to ask.”

“I’m not helping you hang another mirror,” he deadpanned as he took a seat beside her and reached for the blunt he’d abandoned when she knocked on his door. “You made me move the last one six times before it was right.”

“That’s because you were hanging it for your height! I’m a foot shorter than you, asshole. I couldn’t see myself without a step-stool,” she reminded him with a huff as she settled into the comfortable material of his couch and shook her head. “But that’s not what I’m asking for.”

Isabel watched as he took a drag and blew out the smoke before quickly inhaling. He grinned at her, clearly happy with his party trick, and she shook her head with a fond smile before she asked, “Do you mind chilling out with the weed?” When Zion tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, she quickly added, “Just for tomorrow. It’s coming through the vents and my parents are coming into town tomorrow and already have a lot to say about my life choices without thinking I'm smoking.”

Zion laughed at her explanation and reached out to place his blunt in the ashtray on his coffee table. “No one would think you’re smoking, Iz,” he informed her with a laugh as he laid his head on the back of his couch and turned it to face her. “You know in movies when people are doing illegal shit and a parent or a boss or some shit like that walks in and everybody stops? And it’s obvious that they were just doing something they weren’t supposed to but the person is all innocent and shit and they don’t realize?” When Isabel stared at him blankly, Zion waved his hand and continued with, “That’s you. You’re, like, innocent and shit. No one would ever believe you were smoking. You didn’t even know what weed smelled like when you moved in.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how stoned are you right now?” Isabel asked as with a roll of her eyes.

“Like, a five? I smoked with Nick before I came home and this hasn’t really hit me yet,” Zion answered honestly as he reached for his water bottle. “But, for real, you don’t drink, you don’t smoke, you go to the library instead of parties, I’ve never seen anyone leave your apartment; what life choices are your parents worried about?”

“All of them,” she answered as she reached out to grab the fluffy blanket she’d gifted him for Christmas so that she could drape it over her legs. “It’s like nothing I do is good enough. I get perfect grades but the only time they acknowledge them is when I slip up. I don’t party, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I’m in bed by ten every night; what fucking more could they want from me? What could I fucking give them?” she asked as she copied his pose and rested her head on the back of the couch with her cheek pressed into the cushion.

Zion bit back his smile at hearing her swear - it was always a surprise and he sort of hated how much he liked hearing such dirty words fall from the mouth of such a sweet girl - and reached out to tug her closer to him. He ignored her protests at being moved and kept tugging until she was settled close enough for him to reach out and tangle his fingers in the ends of her hair. Their relationship had been awkward at first, no touching at all and only casual affection shared, but the closer they got, the more affectionate they got. Both of them loved touch, they craved it, and neither minded casual hugs or cuddles when things got tough.

Unbeknownst to either of them, they both shared more than an appreciation for touch. Every touch shared made their skin heat and their hearts feel as if they’d beat out of their chests. They each felt electricity any time their skin met but neither lead on. Isabel assumed that Zion saw her as a sort of pseudo-sibling, someone to protect (from others) and shelter. She assumed that her lack of experience, her innocence, was a turn off, while Zion assumed that Isabel saw him as someone too rough around the edges.

The casual touches that they shared, touches like the one Zion gave her as he focused on the ends of her hair, were all that they figured they’d get so they savored them. Isabel melted into Zion’s touch and closed her eyes as he fought the cloud in his brain to find the right words to say to her.

“Don’t give them shit,” he offered, his voice quiet as he shifted his gaze to watch her eyes flutter shut and her lashes brush the tops of her cheeks.  “You do so much, Iz. You just said it, you do everything they want. Do something you want instead. Make yourself happy for once.”

Isabel kept her eyes shut as she thought about Zion’s suggestion. There were a lot of things that she wanted, a lot of things that she imagined would make her happy, but she had no idea where to begin. She’d resisted the urge to be a normal teenager and had resisted the urge to be a normal twenty year old so far. Every time she was faced with a choice, one that gave her the opportunity to do something fun like go to a party or stay out past midnight, she thought about what her parents would say, not about how she felt. She pushed her own feelings to the back burner, never letting herself entertain the idea of of having too much fun, and it had weighed on her more than she realized.

What she’d needed was someone to give her that push, give her a sort of pseudo-permission to make her own choices or do something stupid, and here Zion was. With a few simple sentences, he ignited a flame of resilience in the pit of her stomach and encouraged her to think about the things she desperately wanted.

“I’ve always wanted to pierce my nose,” she mumbled, her voice bringing Zion back to reality as he blinked lazily at her. Her eyes remained shut but he could see the dusting of pink on her cheeks as she continued to speak. “And maybe dye my hair a crazy color. I want a tattoo, too,” she continued, her eyes finally opening and meeting his.

“Do it,” he encouraged, a lazy smile on his lips as he reached out without really thinking and brushed his finger over her nose. “A nose ring would look good on you. I’ll come hold your hand when you get your tattoo, if you want,” he offered as he watched her glance at his tattoos. “What else do you want, Iz?”

Isabel was quiet for a moment as she considered his question a little harder. The scent of marijuana still enveloped her, stronger here than it had been in her bedroom, and it made her think about her quiet curiosity. Her older brother had smoked, several of her friends smoked, some of her favorite musicians smoked. She hated the scent of marijuana but she’d always been mildly curious about it. She’d always sort of wondered what smoking was like, how it would make her feel, but she’d never told anyone that. She knew they’d tease her but she didn’t think Zion would. Regardless of his usual teasing, she knew that he’d never intentionally hurt her feelings. So, she confessed her thoughts.

“I’ve always wanted to smoke,” she informed him quietly, “just once, at least. I’ve always been curious. It’s dumb, I know, but… I don’t know.”

“It’s not dumb,” Zion assured her as he nudged her shoulder. “It’s normal, Iz. Everyone gets curious.”

The room fell silent as Isabel breathed a sigh at Zion’s lack of teasing. She knew that he wouldn’t, knew that he knew how to read her well enough to know when to be serious, but it was still a relief. Zion, on the other hand, was weighing his options. He didn’t want to take advantage of her frustration at her parents but he liked to think that she trusted him and he’d rather her first time getting high be with someone she trusted instead of at a party or with someone who pressured her. He glanced at the table, caught sight of the blunt that he’d rolled earlier, before he returned his gaze to her.

“Wanna try?” he asked, his voice quiet to avoid disturbing the peace of his apartment. If Isabel listened closely, she could hear the faint hint of nerves in his voice. It was unusual for him, it felt strange to feel nervous in this situation (he was just asking a friend to smoke, it wasn’t like he was confessing his love or asking her to sleep with him), but his heart rate sped up as he waited for her answer.”

He expected her to hesitate, to tell him that she didn’t know or wasn’t sure. Instead, she surprised him by sitting up a little straighter and glancing at the blunt on the coffee table. “Yeah,” she mumbled after a beat of silence, “I wanna try.”

Isabel glanced over at him, her eyes wide and earnest, and Zion had to divert his gaze back to the table to keep from groaning. He didn’t know what it was about that look, didn’t know why it drove him so crazy, but she had a habit of looking him like that any time she felt unsure and it always sent a shock of lust through his body. He imagined her looking at him like that on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock or lying beneath him, his hand around her throat as he pushed her over the edge time after time. But then she smiled, soft and sweet, and he felt a surge of guilt pool in the pit of his stomach.

As much as he liked the image, he couldn’t imagine her really being interested in any of those things and he felt guilty for picturing such a good friend in such a position. However, that hadn’t stopped him from jerking off to those images and hoping that he didn’t wake her when he moaned her name just a little too loud.

Now, as she put her trust in him to help her gain a new life experience, something she’d been curious about but had never committed to trying, he imagined her putting her trust in him to give her other experiences. He imagined her trusting him enough to explore a side of herself that he couldn’t imagine she knew she had. He imagined her lying in his bed, hair strewn across the pillow and eyes screwed shut as he worked her over, and he had to stop himself from pursuing his thoughts any further as his skin heated and his breathing grew a little heavier.

“C’mere,” he mumbled as he reached out to grab the blunt and his lighter off the table. “Sit up for me, mamas.”

Isabel blinked at the new nickname, one she’d never heard from him, but said nothing as she moved closer to him and sat up a little straighter. She watched as he moved his water bottle closer, already anticipating the coughing fit he knew she’d have, before he lit the blunt and held it out to her.

“Take a deep breath,” Zion instructed as he watched her grab the blunt from his fingers, “do it slow.”

Isabel hesitated for a second, her hands shaking slightly as she contemplated what she was about to do, before she brought the blunt to her lips and inhaled. Just as he imagined she would, Isabel dissolved into a fit of coughing the second she inhaled. She tried not to let it affect her, however, the harder she tried to remain cool, the worse her coughing got.

“It’s okay,” Zion laughed, his tone gentle and not at all teasing, “it happens the first time. Drink this.” He handed her his bottle of water and watched as she sipped at the liquid before she pouted at him. “You good, mamas?” he asked, his smile gentle as he moved one hand to her thigh and used the other to brush her hair from her eyes. When she nodded, her eyes watery but clear, Zion’s smile grew a little wider. “Take another hit,” he encouraged, his grip on her thigh tightening slightly as she brought the blunt back to her lips.

Isabel still coughed, however, her second hit was much smoother than the first. She followed his instructions and went slow, inhaling deeply and holding it for a little longer this time. Zion watched as she exhaled, the smoke pouring from her lips in a cloud and he fought the urge to close the gap between them and press his lips to hers. Instead, he took the blunt from her outstretched hand and brought it to his own lips. He was pleased to find her watching him, her eyes on his lips as he inhaled deeply, and surprised to feel her clench her thighs almost subconsciously as she watched him exhale. 

They passed the blunt back and forth, Isabel taking only a few more hits before she shook her head and resigned herself to watching Zion finish it off. She kept her eyes on his mouth and hands the entire time, unable to look away as she watched the smoke pour past his lips. He tried a few party tricks, mostly to impress her, and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly at each. When the blunt was finished and the room was filled with the pungent scent of marijuana, the pair of them remained in their positions, too close and staring at one another as they lost themselves in their own little world.

Isabel felt as if she were floating, her body lighter than air. The only thing keeping her grounded was Zion’s hand on her thigh -  a touch that felt like a flame against her skin - and she vaguely wondered if he meant it to be an anchor or if he just wanted to touch her. Regardless of his intention, she appreciated the heat of his palm against her skin and lolled her head as she raked her eyes over his face. She’d always found him beautiful, stunningly so, but he was even prettier up close. She wanted to tell him, she desperately wanted to make sure he knew just how beautiful she thought he was, but before she could force the words past the cotton filling her mouth, Zion nudged the bottle of water toward her and started to speak.

“What else do you want, mamas?” he asked, his voice lower than she’d ever heard it, and she found it hard to sip the water as she contemplated his question.

“I wanna be young,” she answered, her voice sounding strange in her own ears. “I want to go to parties and stay out late. I want to dance with boys and go home with them. I want to go to a diner at two in the morning after smoking with friends. I want to sleep with someone when I want to, not after waiting the right amount of time. I want to live,” she breathed, her voice filled with melancholy as she longed for a teenage rebellion she never got, “I just want to feel like I belong,”

Zion’s heart broke for her as she dropped her gaze to the couch and ran her fingers over the edge of the blanket they’d tossed to the side. He hadn’t realized how great a toll attempting to be the picture perfect girl he saw day after day had taken on her. Instead of living, instead of being proud of the person she was, she spent her time striving for perfection. She lost herself somewhere along the way, unable to balance the persona her parents desired and the freedom she craved, and Zion wanted to give some of that back to her.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to help her find anyone to dance with or to go home with. He’d much rather she came home with him, rosy cheeked and happy after a night out, but if that made her happy, he found himself seriously considering it. He was almost surprised at how willing he found himself to give her what she wanted but, as he stared at her, he realized that he’d give her the world just to see her smile.

Even with the haze of the drug clouding his judgement, he realized that some things should remain unsaid. Instead of declaring his feelings for her, instead of telling her that he’d do whatever he could to see her smile, he nudged her side and declared, “Next party, you’re coming with me. And we can go to Waffle House now if you want. It’s not two in the morning but I could go for a waffle.”

Isabel giggled at Zion’s offer and the consistent poking of his hand against her ribcage. Her heart lifted at his gesture and while she imagined he was just offering to make her smile with no intention of following through, it still meant a lot to her. “I don’t wanna move,” she laughed, barely moving her head as she blinked blearily at him, “but thanks, Z. You’re a good person.”

“So are you,” he assured her, a smile on his lips as he watched her lips curve into a little grin of her own. “I can hook you up with Nick,” he offered after a moment of silence, “y’all could watch basketball together and kill each other when your teams play.” When Isabel laughed but shook her head, declining his offer, Zion shrugged. “That’s the best I can do. I’m not hookin’ you up with Brandon,” he teased, referencing the small crush she’d had on his friend back when they first met. He had been jealous then, though he couldn’t really identify the feeling until a little later, and he could feel the jealousy bubbling in the pit of his stomach again at the thought of her with either of them, at the thought of her with anyone but himself, but if it made her happy, he would suffer through it.

He was relieved, however, when she rolled her eyes and giggled, “Shut up,” before nudging his shoulder.

Zion, not thinking she would do anything other than poke him, uttered, “Come over here and make me,” a smirk on his lips as he did so.

Isabel was still for a moment, her mind needing time to register his words, before she grinned at him and moved to straddle his thighs. He almost asked her what she was doing, curious what had gotten into her, but before he could open his mouth, she covered it with her own and pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss.

“I don’t want Nick,” she informed him when she pulled away, a small smile on her lips as she kept her face close enough to his for him to feel her breath fan across his lips, “or Brandon.”

Zion brought his hands to her hips and met her eyes as his fingers slipped beneath the material of her sweatshirt. He brushed her warm skin, his touch gentle as he tried to process what was happening, before he asked, “Yeah? Who do you want, then?”

“You, Zion,” she admitted with no hesitation. Her voice was clear, her eyes wide and earnest just as they had been what felt like ages ago, and Zion wholeheartedly believed her declaration. It surprised him, sent a ripple of shock down his spine and to his brain, but he believed it.

He kept his eyes on hers for a moment, his hands stilling against her skin, before he moved one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Their noses bumped, lack of coordination from the drug evident in their movements, but neither paid it much mind as they settled into a comfortable rhythm. She felt as if she were flying, her body warm and pliant against his as her hands moved to his shoulders. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip as her hands began to move, slowly brushing across his shoulders and down his chest. He remained fixated on her lips for a moment, his desire to kiss her finally sated, before he pulled away from her to tug his sweatshirt over his head.

She stared at his exposed skin for a moment, her eyes clouded with a mixture of the drug and lust, and he moved his hands to her thighs as he waited for her to decide the next move. She brushed her fingers across his skin, her fingers gentle as she traced the contours of his chest. He watched her, his eyes half-lidded, as she hesitated for a moment before she leaned in and began pressing kisses across his skin. He breathed a quiet sigh as she moved lower, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she kissed a line down his chest. 

When she shifted, attempting to move lower, Zion reached down and cupped her cheeks to pull her back into a kiss. As his lips met hers, his hands moved to tug at the bottom of her sweatshirt. They pulled apart just enough for him to tug the material over her head before he returned his lips to hers. His hands brushed her exposed skin, the heat from his palms sending a shiver down her spine as they splayed across her ribcage, just below her breasts. Isabel, however, was impatient with his leisurely pace and moved his hands higher to cup her breasts before dropping her own to the waistband of his shorts. 

Time didn’t exist, nothing mattered as they lost themselves in one another. Zion would have been content to kiss her, touch her, for as long as she would allow, however, they had both wanted more for nearly a year and now that they’d started, neither were content with stopping. He wanted this to be something that made her feel good, something that made her feel wanted, so he pulled away from her and drifted his hands back to her hips.

“Lay back for me, mamas,” he breathed as he nudged her from his lap, “I wanna make you feel good.”

“You already are,” she sighed, her voice breathless and her chest heaving as she followed his instructions without hesitation.

Zion laughed at the dreamy look on her face, a combination of lust and her high clouding her brain, as he watched her lie back on his couch. He drank in the sight of her, her body bare save for a pair of short shorts that had ridden up her thighs, before he leaned in to replicate the treatment she’d given his chest. His lips brushed her neck, nipping at her skin and leaving barely there marks in his wake, as his hands dipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, barely brushing her heated skin. He wanted to take his time, drive her insane and make her want him more than he knew she already did, but his own patience was running thin as his lips brushed her breasts. He marked her skin, his teeth nipping at her supple flesh, and smirked at the beautiful sounds that left her lips. She was quiet, even as she expressed her pleasure, and he made it a goal to hear her scream. So, he moved lower, his hands tugging at her shorts, and slipped between her thighs as he tossed the material onto the floor.

“Z,” she sighed as his hands brushed her thighs, “please.”

He wanted to hear her ask, wanted to hear her beg for him, but that could wait. He hadn’t stoped to consider whether there would be another encounter, he didn’t want to consider the possibility that there wouldn’t be, so he gave into her single plea without a thought. “I got you, mamas,” he assured her, his hands nudging her thighs a little further apart as he shifted down just enough to begin pressing kisses to her thighs. He left a few smaller hickeys on her thighs, marks for her to look back on later, as he moved closer to her center. However, before he could lap at her core, her giggles caught his attention.

He glanced up at her, an eyebrow raised, and huffed, “If you could stop laughing while I’m trying to go down on you, that’d be great.”

“Sorry,” she giggled, her hands reaching out to tug at his dreads, “your hair is tickling my thighs.”

Zion fought a grin at her words but laughed with her as he reached for her hand. “Gimme the scrunchie,” he laughed as he tugged the neon blue fabric from around her wrist. “Better?” he asked as he returned to his place between her thighs and pressed a lingering kiss to her skin. When she nodded, he rolled his eyes playfully before he made the first move and licked at her slit. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as he lapped at her folds and nosed at her clit. He listened to the quiet sighs of pleasure, the breathy whispers of his name, as they fell from her lips and placed one hand on her lower stomach while the other moved to her center.

He slipped a finger into her core, a groan leaving his lips as she squirmed beneath him and dug her nails into his shoulder. She responded to every touch, her body in overdrive as he focused all of his attention on her. It felt as if he spent forever between her thighs, his lips and tongue and fingers working in tandem to make her feel as if she were floating, and the more he worked at her, the louder she got. As he slipped a second finger into her heat, focused on finding the spot that made her toes curl, she moaned his name unabashedly loud.

“Zion,” she moaned, her voice cracking as she clutched at him, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, mamas,” he breathed against her skin, his fingers continuing to work her to her orgasm, “wanna make you feel good. Be a little louder for me, let the neighbors hear.”

He wasn’t sure she’d do it, wasn’t sure she’d be able to get loud for him, but as he returned his mouth to her center and worked his fingers a little faster, she pleasantly surprised him by nearly screaming his name as she came. He worked her through her orgasm, lapping at her release, and only pulled away when she reached out to nudge his face away from her center.

He remained between her thighs, lips brushing her heated skin as she came down from her high. It took a moment for her to regain her senses but the moment she did, she tugged him up and pulled him into a kiss. As his tongue explored her mouth, her hands tugged at the waistband of his shorts, urging him to pull them off. As he was quickly coming to realize, he would do whatever she asked and nudged the material down his thighs. He gave her a moment of control, allowing her to guide the evening, and moved when she nudged him to sit up. He sat there, curious to what she wanted, and watched as she moved to straddle his thighs.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, a grin on his lips as he felt her hands slip down his chest and her fingers brush the head of his cock.

“Can I ride you?” she asked, her voice small as she traced the vein running along the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, Iz,” he groaned as he searched the drawer for a condom, “yeah, mamas. Whatever you want.”

Isabel took the condom from his hands and rolled it onto his length, surprising him with her fluidity. She felt a sudden surge of impatience and decided that she couldn’t wait, couldn’t tease. They’d both been patient, their movement clouded by the drug and their desire to savor one another, but she needed him. She settled onto his lap, one hand on his shoulder as the other gripped his length and aligned him with her entrance. She sank down onto him slowly, her body adjusting to the stretch, as they gripped at one another. His hands found her waist, his blunt nails digging into her skin, as hers pulled the scrunchie from his hair and tugged at his dreads. Their lips met once more, a clash of tongue and teeth as they focused on the feeling of pleasure coursing through their veins.

She could feel everything, each drag of his cock against her walls and the touch of his fingers against her skin, as she attempted to keep a steady rhythm. He helped her as best as he could, his hands guiding her movements as she bounced on his cock, and groaned as more and more noise spilled past her lips. It was everything they’d dreamt of, both of them enjoying the moment they hadn’t imagined would come. She kept it up for as long as she could, her thighs burning as she moved, but Zion could tell that she was getting tired and shifted their position. He moved them so that she was lying on her back, staring up at him with those doe eyes, and drove his cock into her as he chased each of their highs. 

One hand moved to her center, fingers brushing at her clit, as the other moved to her throat. He loosely wrapped his fingers around her throat, not enough to actually choke her but enough for her to feel the weight of his hand against her skin. To his surprise, she clenched around him as he did so, and he smirked. “It’s the good ones, huh,” he groaned, his high within reach as his pace quickened, “the quiet ones are always freaks. What else do you like?”

“Make me cum and I’ll tell you,” she breathed, her eyes shining with challenge as she squirmed beneath him.

Zion didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his pace and drove his cock into her. His fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit, and groaned when she clenched around him once more. She came for the second time with a cry of his name, clenching around him as she did so. That was enough to throw him over the edge and he followed shortly after her with a groan of her name. 

They rode out their orgasms together, basking in the post-coital bliss as his hand left her throat and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. They remained together for another moment, their breathing still ragged, before he pulled away from her and moved to toss the condom into the trash. When he returned, she’d grabbed his sweatshirt from the floor and tugged it over her head. She was drowning in fabric, the sweater oversized on him, and he grinned at the sight. When she smiled at him, hair wild and eyes bright, he felt a storm of butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

It was new, a feeling that had been described to him but he’d never experienced himself, but he didn’t mind it as he tugged on his shorts and reached out for her hand. “Come on, mamas. Stay with me tonight.”

“My parents will be here early in the morning,” Isabel hummed as she took his hand and let him pull her up from the couch. “I gotta be awake for it.”

“I’ll set an alarm,” Zion promised her as she followed him down the hall.

She abandoned her half-hearted attempt to deny him and quietly followed him into his bedroom. He let her settle into bed first, curling up beneath his covers as he turned off his lights, before he crawled in beside her and wrapped himself around her. She wasn’t surprised at his affection, she hadn’t expected anything less, and let herself melt into his embrace as her eyes closed.

They hadn’t spoken about what this would mean for them, their feelings hadn’t been clearly expressed, but that was a conversation to be held later. They’d talk about it after her parents left but, until then, they’d enjoy holding one another and think that nights like this were ones they wanted to experience more often.

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Author’s Note: ...if you’re new here, I’m wordy. Sorry. Also, I’m not sure if my friends are just high functioning stoners or what but they’re always pretty put together when they’re stoned. A little giggly but nothing insane. I, however, am like Isabel in that I’ve never smoked. I didn’t actually start drinking until I started grad school. Anyway, sorry if this a little OOC. I’m trying to figure them out. But he just seems so soft under it all. Also, this is the longest thing I’ve written in months so good for me. Hope you enjoy~ I’m gonna go take a nap or something.

[savagebeanz]

Stroke Game (Worst to Best)

Okay soooooo...

Austin: Can’t really explain this one, he just seems like he can’t stroke, none of his past partners have been vocal enough to tell him he needs work so he thinks he’s pretty decent at it, 2.5 stars

Edwin: Has lots of potential but not much experience, strokes pretty well but could definitely be better, has a hard time hitting your g spot but really knows how to work your clit so that kind of makes up for it. With more practice and feedback he can easily become a 4 star stroker but for now he gets 2.9 stars

Zion: Everything he thinks he knows about sex he’s learned from porn soooooo… a little rough, especially for his size. Probably doesn’t even realize that he’s being too rough. Doesn’t understand that angles matter and doesn’t realize that he strokes better when he goes a bit slower. Capable of being a 5 star stroker, but he needs a vocal girl to help him out. Overall 3 stars (ranked higher than Edwin due to size)

Nick: Thick Dick Nick just naturally knows what to do, strokes you like he was born to do it. Finds the perfect angle with ease and REMEMBERS it. Hits your g spot most of the time (of course everyone has their off days/nights sometimes) and makes it look easy, 4.6 stars

Brandon: This man has the most beautiful stroke you will ever witness, perfect angle, hits your g spot with ease on every stroke. Probably so good because he takes the time to learn your body. Humble enough to understand that he might need to stroke differently than he did with his previous partners (different strokes for different folks?) and will take the first time to work on you until he gets it right. 10/5 stars

[naptoons]

V-Day Concepts:

So happy Valentine’s Day!!! To everyone even if you don’t have one love yourself !! Treat yourself!!! Consider your friends your valentine or your animals!! You don’t need a valentine it’s not really necessary, as long as you know you have people that love you that’s all that should matter🤍

Austin:

I feel like Austin would do something very simple, he would probably take you to the beach teach you how to surf. He’d call you at a certain time knowing how you love your beauty sleep. “Hello?” you answer groggy “get ready bubs, I’m on my way” Austin explains and without your answer he hangs up, making your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, adding more to his plans. Getting dressed you slip on a t-shirt and some shorts. The weather wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t too hot either. Twenty minutes later Austin pulls up to your house, you walk out getting in the car to see the mocha haired boy smiling harder then a kid on Christmas.

“Why are we doing?” You ask with a rasp still.

“I guess you’d have to wait and see beautiful”

Arriving to the beach, there was a table set out with roses and candles, Austin smiled at how your eyes were sparkling like fireworks. He grabs your hand walking you guys to the table he pulls your chair out, then pushing you towards the table. “I can in a t-shirt and shorts to a dinner Austin!” You exclaim through the lump in your throat.

“Well, I wanted you as rare and organic as you are, no makeup with me baby” Austin smiles, you smile as he grabs your hand kissing you knuckles one by one “happy Valentine’s Day” he whispers you gasp not realizing today was Valentine’s Day. You knew it was this month but you didn’t really care for the day that much. After you guys ate y’all waited a while before getting in the water, none of you bought swimwear , literally as raw as he wanted it to be. Austin taught you to surf seeing your fear and happiness in spilt seconds.

NICK:

I feel like nick would do something kinda bigger but not so big it causes a lot of attention. I feel like he would take you out to dinner and watch a movie back at the crib on a projector. Nick was already at your house because he spent the night over helping you with your college homework. His fingers caressed your skin softly looking at the time on his phone as it showed ‘6:45 pm’ , nick taps your thighs softly trying to wake you up, when tapping you was futile he started to kiss your face softly and slowly. Your hands sliding through his hair smiling when his lips attach to yours. “How May I help you?” You ask still smiling

“by getting dressed, we’re going out tonight” Nick mumbles against your neck because you’ve pulled him in a hug.

“Hmm, but what if I wanna stay in all night?” You mumble, nick shakes his head tickling you, you let out a sharp scream almost falling off the bed. After the both of you take a shower nick said he had to pick up some stuff from the store. So you got dressed did your makeup and patiently wait for nick. As if on time he knocks on the door. Opening the door he has a bouquet of roses sitting on a top of assorted cheesecake platter along with chocolate covered strawberries. “Nick...” you whimper in admiration, nick walks in the house giving you a quick peck on your lips, and placing your gifts in the kitchen.

“The big bear I wanted to get you isn’t coming until tomorrow , blame amazon prime” nick expresses, you walk up behind him and hug him. “I love you...” you choke, nick spins around in your arms titling your head up to him “no crying!! can’t ruin a hardwork ma’s” he cleans your tears with a napkin. Nick reserved a table for y’all on a rooftop, letting you see how beautiful his hometown was at night, he loved taking you to his hometown, cause you’d be shocked at the scene everytime. Throughout the whole night he just got lost in your eyes. Occasionally picking up in the conversation until you yelled at him “nick! Are you listening?” You smile bigger than ever tonight “not really you’re just to fucking beautiful ma” his accent finally comes out, that’s when you knew he was serious. After dinner you went back to the house seeing him pull down the projector he installed in the living room, sliding in the CD. Half way into the movie, it stops showing text upon the screen, “I’ve finally found out what true love is, I realize I deserve happiness, so now there’s only one thing to do” Nick then pulls out the box in his jacket, getting on one knee, you gasp covering your mouth, your body shaking in shock.

“Will you marry me y/n?” Nick smiles “trust me I have more words to say after this” shaking your head he grabs your left hand sliding the ring on, almost falling off the couch to hug him, he kisses all over you. “God I love you” he repeats with every kiss.

EDWIN:

So with Edwin I feel he would be a little more extra than nick and Austin combined. He’d probably check off your bucket list. So on there you wanted to go ice skating, stargazing and to a sea aquarium. Not only was that on your bucket list you wanted to take a trip to universal studios. So Edwin planned all of it for you. As you were packing your bags Edwin runs in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers “good morning amor, sorry for waking you up this earlier, but it’ll be worth it I promise” he bends down to your level kissing your head softly you grab the flowers out of his hand smiling. Even though you were pretty upset at him for waking you up literally 8am you knew you couldn’t be mad at him “all done here?” He asks grabbing your hand to stand you up.

“Yep, all done” you answer, the boys woke up early to send you guys off on y’all road trip Zion being the extra one he is he advises you to wear a helmet cause Edwin drives crazy. Nick disagrees and says that’s the right way to drive. After hours of driving you made it to the hotel. Y’all rest and the next day the adventures start. He took you to the aquarium, holding your hand as you stare at the jellyfish, his smile increasing the more you gasp and rant. It’s been a while since edwin has dated someone he just wasn’t ready. He just wanted to focus on music, live his life and be happy. But you came by and just changed the moral of the story.

You wasn’t part of his plan, but now everything he ever does revolves around you, you look up at edwin who looks brain dead, just blinking slowly. “Edwin you’re spacing out again” you giggle, his smile appearing again showing off his marshmallow teeth, he pulls you in and kiss you softly. “You’re to beautiful mami, that’s why I keep spacing out” Edwin answers you. Later that night you guys went ice skating. He got on the ice holding your hand as you tried to stand on the ice. Letting out curse words with tiny screams, Edwin just laughs at your cuteness “you think this is funny? I’m going to crack my spine” you exaggerate, Edwin scrunches his nose up laughing at you harder his fingers intertwined with yours. Edwin never takes his hands off yours teaching you how to skate little by little, in that short span of time you caught on quick. The next day edwin woke you up after 11am to eat breakfast, and took you to universal studios. You saw the sign and screamed. Your back lifting off the seat and looking around.

Edwins lips curve slowly, his hands caressing your inner thigh, you turn your head back to him, smiling harder you grab his chin squeezing his cheeks in your hand you give him a soft peck, laying in his shoulder.

“I love you so much” you mumbles

���Impossible, but I love you more babygirl” Edwin says before he kisses your head.

Throughout the day y’all tried to ride everything , when with fast passes it was nearly impossible. It was time to go back to the hotel, you were exhausted from all the walking, the hot weather, but you don’t regret it at all. If you could do it all over again. You sure as hell would. Sliding the key card on the lock you twist open the door seeing the rose trail you turn around and punch edwin’s chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby” he whispers on your earlobe and hugs you around your waist.

ZION:

I feel like this would be y’all first Valentine’s Day, cause he really wasn’t looking for love and you had to many heartbreaks. So you caught zions eye and obviously he worked hard to have your heart in his hands. And he wasn’t planning on stopping even though he had you. So Valentine’s Day was kinda special for you, you don’t really ask for much, just and I love you text. But he said you deserve everything and more. You deserved to be treated the way he saw you. As a queen, a goddess. Zion had took you to get your nails done, your eyebrows, paid someone to do your makeup, earlier he reserved you a spa treatment. He went above and beyond for you.

You got home after Zion had you running around getting pampered, you went to the room confused by the dress covered in a transparent bag, with the tag on it and everything. A box of Louis Vuitton sitting on the floor, a note was attached to the dress picking it up you read the more Zion left you “get dressed mamas, we’re going out tonight, you thought I would stop spoiling you after I finally got you?” Smiling you shake your head you unzip the transparent cover revealing the beautiful black glitter short dress, you open the box seeing a sliver strap heel. Fifteen minutes later, Zion knocks on your door, dressed in all black to match with you, he offers you to grab his hand. And you see a whole horse and a carriage.

“No way Zion...” you whimper, Zion slides your hand in between his. “Yep, this ain’t a dream mamas” he proudly smiles. Helping you get into the carriage you cross one leg over the other while his hands were on your knee caressing it with his thumb. “You look beautiful” Zion compliments you.

“Of course i do, you picked it all” you laugh

“Nah, it picked you, anything looks good on your fine ass” Zion eases you up and down. You guys went to an art museum that recently just opened, he remembered how excited you were about going to that museum so he figured today was the day that he could take you and so presently they also had a indoor dinner lounge on the backside of the art museum so he also reserve that for the both of you walking around and admiring the art wow Zion is admiring you he figured it was time to give you a promise ring that he has bought for a while but hesitated because he was scared he would overwhelm you.

“Hey mamas?” Zion says has he fidgets with the box in his jeans pocket you turn around smiling as he grabs your left hand caressing it softly with his thumb “ so you know how I promise that I would do everything in my power to keep you and to love you, now I’m promising to never leave you and to forever make you happy no matter what happens to us or no matter where I go even when I’m on tour I promise to always be there for you and to always be the shoulder you need” he pulls out the ring and slides it on your finger. “ I promise that one day when the time is right I will be your husband”

You throw your arms around his neck crying on his shoulders, “aw mamas you’re so fucking beautiful”

Afterwards you guys at dinner and sat in his car watching the stars.

BRANDON:

you guys were at the prettymuch house in his room. You just woke up twenty minutes ago. Brandon busted in the room with an assortment of paints and canvases. “We’re painting!” Brandon yells “I see that baby” you giggle, getting out the bed you pull down Brandon’s hoodie and sit on the carpet, he hands you a canvas and a bottle of water. After three hours. Y’all were both covered in paint from the neck down, laying on your back playing with his fingers. You turn to look at him on the corner of your eyes. “So what did you paint bubs?” You asked smiling.

“You’ll see in a minute but first..” he pulls out a bandana and covers my eyes “grab my hand” Brandon mumbles, while this is going on Zion takes the painting and goes to the backyard, he sits you down on the chair in the backyard throwing a blanket around your shoulders because it was kinda chilly. “Brandon?” You whisper “yeah baby I’m here” Brandon answers “are you ready to see the painting?” He nervously asks. “Yeah” you answer once you open your eyes you see a painting of you and Brandon , with the words ‘will you marry me?’ Brandon is down on his knees smiling at the tears flowing down your cheeks. “You mena everything and more to me, and to make you my fiancé would just be a fucking goal to me, falling in love with you is just as important to me as music, you’re my dream baby, so will you marry me?” You nod your head hearing his members scream and whistle as he slides the ring on your finger.

Afterwards you guys cuddled in a tent watching a movie on the projector, he begins to play with your fingers. “Hm I love you” you whisper then kiss his knuckles softly “I love you more” he tilts your head up to kiss him, smiling in between his kisses. “Happy Valentine’s Day Babylove”

[justsimplypretty]

I’m not sure if you’re gonna accept this lil request but I was just wondering how each of the boys would react to y/n crying from watching a movie? Cheers love have a good day/night ❤️❤️

Stop this is so cute! 🥺

Imagine you’re having a movie marathon with one of the guys because you both decided on a date night in instead of going out to party with your friend group!

Brandon: I see Brandon loving on you more when he sees you crying from a sad scene in a movie. He’s the type to wrap his arms around you tighter because he thinks it’s adorable. “you’re so damn cute come here baby” as he snuggles you into his chest. He’s just a sucker for seeing you vulnerable and comforting you in the process. He likes to be the one you lean on.

Edwin: Definitely could see Edwin starting to cry too. He would be super into the movie with you and just begin crying over a simple rom-com, kissing in the rain moment. “Stop crying you’re making me cry” he would say to you as he wipped tears from your cheek. “Look who’s talking” you reply as you both laugh and begin wiping his tears away.

Austin: Could seem him being so into the movie and it’s story that he tries to justify it. “You’re crying because he’s stupid right? Like how could he just up and leave her like that?” It’s really cute and you start laughing because he never wanted to watch the movie in the first place.

Nick: Totally see Nick not being able to handle seeing you cry. He spends every second of the day trying to keep a smile on your face. So seeing you in tears, even if it’s just from a movie, crushes him inside since he’s always trying to protect your feelings. “We cant keep watching these sad ass love stories if you’re going to keep crying like this mama’s it’s breaking my heart” Nick says holding back tears himself. He spends the rest of the movie assuring you he’ll never leave you like the character in the film and it’s the cutest thing.

Zion: He’s the type to want to be the hero. Will pull you closer once you start to cry and play with your hair. Only for you to discover sniffles coming from him 20 minutes later. “Z baby... are you getting teary?” you say reaching for his face. “What? No of course not it’s just...fuck... okay fine I am the shits just sad okay?” he admits as he places his head in your lap, making you the new hero of the night.

[sehunniepotwrites]

RISK IT ALL | L.HC (teaser)

read the full fic here!

SYNOPSIS. In theory, playing a card game called Risk It or Drink It during your holiday kickback sounded fun. In reality, it was your group’s wild plot scheme for you and your close friend, Donghyuck, to finally get yourselves together in more ways than one. 

PAIRING. Lee Donghyuck x fem!Reader GENRE. Friends-to-Lovers!AU, Holiday!AU, Christmas!AU, Party!AU, comedy, smut (minors dni!) WORD COUNT. (teaser) 673, full fic estimate ~7k

WARNINGS. original character (Ari), language (crude sexual jokes, talks about sex positions, and profanities), alcohol and food consumption, adult drinking games with dares, explicit content (fingering, oral/sixty-nine, nipple play, praise, penetrative, missionary, etc.), nicknames (princess),  will add more once they come up! PLAYLIST. Up to You - PRETTYMUCH feat. NCT Dream

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters or concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. © sehunniepotwrites, 2023

The moment you pulled the card, Donghyuck shifted his head to read the card with you. His body began to shake with laughter as the rest of your crew rushed you to reveal the dare. God, you were not drunk enough for this. He grabbed the paper out of your fingers and took the liberties of saying the dare, “Hold a piece of food in your mouth and have the person on your right,” he paused, grazing his soft fingers on your bare knee, “that’s me, princess—”

“Yes, I know my rights from lefts, Hyuck,” you interrupted him.

“—and have them take it from you.”

“I’m picking the piece of food you use and don’t you dare complain!” Ari yelled before anyone else could claim the job. Everyone watched as she stifled through a plate of French fries. Her playful grin expanded across her pretty face when she found the perfect fry—a thin, crispy piece that was around an inch long. The group exploded with excitement as she held it up. 

“That,” you pointed to the fry in your friend’s hand, “cannot be legal. That has to be against the rules!”

Jaemin pretended to examine the fry his girlfriend was holding. “Hmm, looks fine to me.”

“You’re a menace, Jaem,” you hissed at him.

Jaemin came right back, “Just doing what has to be done to take us out of our misery.”

With everything already set, you resigned to your friend’s wishes and begrudgingly accepted the dare. Ari handed you the tiny piece of food and you sighed dramatically before placing it between your teeth. It barely extended past your top and bottom lip. You shot Donghyuck a widened look, telling him to hurry. If you were to prolong this dare any longer, you were afraid of the fry breaking in your hold before he’d get to it. 

You stood still as Donghyuck approached with a smug look. It disappeared as soon as his eyes dropped to the french fry you held, lingering at the sight of your parted mouth. When he looked back up at you, there was a sort of look in the brown irises you were so attracted to. Hunger. Anticipation. 

“Lean in,” someone shouted but you couldn’t. 

Swallowing back your nervousness, his two warm hands touched your face, both molding to your cheeks. Shutting your eyes as he grew closer, the last thing you saw was his handsome face tilting to get a better angle. Donghyuck’s actions were lightning quick and sudden, making your heart beat skyrocket towards the moon. His breath tickled your skin and then, his lips brushed ever so gently against yours. It didn’t last too long; after all, his goal was to retrieve the french fry. You did your best to focus on that, remembering not to bite down to break the crunchy strip of food–the task at hand was hard but not impossible.

Then, there was a slight pressure, the plushness of his lips pushing into you as Donghyuck bit, tugging the food out of your mouth. 

Still frozen in your spot, you sensed Donghyuck pulling back. You exhaled through your nostrils and slowly opened your eyes. Your best friend was right in front of you, wearing a smirk as he chewed on the fry. He licked around his mouth, gathering the tiny dusts of salt before humming. “Salty,” was all he said while everyone surrounding  you laughed at his antics.

Ignoring the hammering of your heart as he continued to stare at your lips, you cleared your throat. As much as you tried to shove all feelings of attraction aside, Donghyuck kept his sultry gaze fixated on you. You watched as it dipped back down to your lips again, his fingers coming up to brush away the little specks of salt that stuck your mouth. Everything was too much for you–the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his stare, the looks the others were giving you–it was time to direct everyone’s attention elsewhere.

 “Next dare,” you called out, facing away from Donghyuck.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hi all! I'm back with a (shorter) one-shot! This Haechan brainrot has been sitting in my drafts since September. I was inspired by a hilarious but somewhat crude drinking game I played with my friends a while back. It's been a minute since I've written something with a lot of tension/smut but please let me know what you think. I've been obsessing over Haechan crying over Mark in the latest youtube contents that were released, so if you see some familiar lines, no you didn't <3

TAGLIST. @nctsworld @johtenrecs @emmybyeakitty @sokkigarden @hyuckworld @baekhyuns-lipchain @yutaholic-main @moonctzeny @suhrocs @smileysuh

tagging my usual friends <3 let me know if you would like to be added!

© sehunniepotwrites, 2023

[thotwonu]

rei && dre’s masterlist

here y’all can find all our content! 

Brandon Arreaga ≛

drunk with brandon - rei

late night drives - rei

gender reveal - drea

bringing her home - rei

beautiful crazy - rei

face masks && realizations - rei

mi ángel - rei

party - rei

roadtrip? - rei

superstar - rei

Edwin Honoret ≛

we belong together - drea

tell him - drea

scared of happy - rei

eyes off you - rei

raw and true - drea

travel hcs - rei

disney wedding - drea

happy anniversary - rei

Austin Porter ≛

this - rei

you’re sick (ft. erick brian colon) - rei

Nick Mara ≛

ring pop - drea

bubbly - rei

flannel - rei

twin flames - rei

domestic hcs - rei

clingy - drea

travel hcs - rei

times square - drea

baseball - rei

Zion Kuwonu ≛

the kitchen - rei

costume shopping w/dad!z - rei

a visitor - drea

jealous - rei

fatherhood - rei

strange love - drea

feels like home - rei

tattooed - rei

hate to love - rei

Joel Pimentel ≛

taking care of you - rei

relapse/backsliding - rei

christmas cuddles - rei

first christmas - rei

clingy baby - rei

joelito - rei

Zabdiel De Jesus ≛

ella y yo - drea

drunk texting - drea

pregnant christmas - rei

snowed in - rei

christmas party - rei

fighting w/short reader - rei

christmas gifts with the boys - rei

twins - rei

little things - rei

pillow talks - rei

Richard Camacho ≛

after tour - rei

affection - rei

family party - rei

confessions - rei

intro to the boys - rei

post finals - rei

just soft shit - rei

Erick Brian Colon ≛

cookie party - rei

first date (christmas) - rei

cuba - rei

you’re sick (ft. austin porter) - rei

learning spanish - rei

vday fluff - rei

Christopher Velez ≛

ella y yo - drea

christmas date - rei

taking care of you on your period - rei

snuggle sesh - rei

baby fever - rei

koala cuddles - rei

All of CNCO ≛

what they’re like on social media - rei

what makes them fall more in love - rei

mtl: date a “normal” girl - rei

bff at a concert reaction - rei

you make them sexually flustered - rei

first kiss - rei

mtl: drunk love confession - rei

clubbing as a couple - rei

my favorite things - rei

you make them flustered - rei

wedding day - rei

finding out your pregs - rei

mtl: fall for bff - rei

holidays with your fam (non-latina) - rei

introducing the boys to your fam - rei

you meeting his fam - rei

the moment they know they’re in love - rei

how they show pda - rei

mtl: open relationship - rei

mtl: date a “normal” girl - rei

All of PRETTYMUCH ≛

where, when, how they’d propose - rei

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Multiple Parts ≛

f.u. - me dedique a perderte - drea

‘til the casket drops - teaser. intro. - rei

ring - pt. 2 - rei

if the world was ending - stay the night - rei

la vida buena (cncomuch au) masterlist - rei

[hotgirlmuch]

A Day With Daddy (Zion)

Zion surprising you guys oldest at lunch.

Then Zion, the youngest, and the oldest leaving, ignoring the fact that it wasn't time for the oldest to be picked up.

"Hello Mr. Kuwonu! Where's Mrs. Kuwonu?"

He makes a face, the small antisocial part of him shining through, "Uhh, busy," then walking out the doors.

Getting in the car and screaming the lyrics to rap songs (clean versions).

Literally the oldest and Zion screaming "Cash money" or "Boonk gang" while going live to show their lit car session..The youngest in her carseat, wondering if she belonged to the right family.

Going home and the oldest running in and screaming, "SIMBAAAA!" and the two hyping and exciting each other.

The youngest can't say Simba's name so literally chanting, "Baba!Baba! Baba! BABABABABAAAAAA!" and then screaming happily, squeezing Zion and burying her face in his shoulder as he carries her into the house.

"OW! Jesus, you have some sharp teeth, you got some shark teeth like your uncle, huh?"

The youngest fighting to get out of Zion's arms to crawl around the house.

But Zion knowing she won't just play but also do something she isn't supposed to, knowing his child.

After a struggle, Zion gives in and let's her down.

"Daddy, can we make brownies?"

Zion and your oldest in the kitchen, they're both struggling with the cookbook.

"Daddy, how do you separate eggs??"

"I don't know mamas...Siri, show me a video of separating egg yolks from egg whites...Whaa? How are they not spilling-...?"

Eventually they get it together, Zion purposefully adding extra chocolate.

I could see Zion accidentally making a bigger batch of brownie mix than he wanted...thinking the extra ingredients will just make it sweeter.

The oldest falling asleep with chocolate smeared on her face from licking the bowl and utensils.

Zion letting her sleep on the couch while he wrangles little one until you get home.

"y/oc/n is in a sugar comma and y/yc/n is being a brat."

she huffs and makes a face, pursuing her lips at him. the oldest hand twitches and you guys get scared she's waking up but she just turns over.

[bittersweetdaisesx]

Close as strangers| Brandon Arreaga

Inspiration: close as strangers by 5 seconds of summer

Concept: Brandon has been away on tour for sixth months now and you had to stay in your city for school as you had important exams that you needed to study for. You’ve been really missing him and you feel half of a whole every day you come back to that quiet empty house. You try to call/ FaceTime each other every day but you always get interrupted by him needing to go sort something for the show or your parents or siblings calling you away. Even the times when you’re not interrupted it’s not the same, it’s not enough.

It feels like we’re talking on a broken line when I’m telling you I haven’t seen your face in ages

You miss that physical contact, not even in a sexual way; you miss him hugging you from behind and snuggling his head in to your neck, holding his hand as you walk down the street or when you’re lying head on his chest watching tv and his soft skin is brushing your face and his heartbeat is drumming in your ear. At times you wish he has stayed but you catch yourself and remember that he’s living his dream and you wouldnt want to be in the way of that. You have a break from school in a few days so decide to hop on a flight and surprise him. You text the rest of the boys and fill them in on what you’re doing and they’re fine with it; your plan is to surprise him after their Philadelphia show. You arrive in Philly with a few hours to kill, you decide to head a celebration store and buy a surprise banner then go to the nearest supermarket to buy champagne for all the boys to celebrate their show. You also buy some red roses for the two of you. You set up your display in the dressing room and wait patiently until the shows over. A security guard comes in startling you to tell you they’ve just finished. You go hide in the adjacent room until they’re in the room. You hear murmurs and confusion

“What’s the surprise banner for?” Nick states

The rest of the boys are in also in state of confusion, commenting over each other about why this is all here.

They’re all examining the gifts you provided as you come out of the room and yell surprise. Brandon whips around knowing that voice instantly; runs to you picks you up and grabs your face planting a deep kiss on it. He breaks the kiss flashing his pearly white smile to ask you why you’re here.

“ I missed you so much and had some time off so I couldn’t not come see you”

“Im so glad you’re here, you don’t know how much I missed you babe”

“ unfortunately we do” Zion says “ he wouldn’t stop talking about you”

You chuckle as a blush creeps on to his face

“How long are you staying for?” He asks

“ the rest of tour.” His eyes light up peppering kisses all over you, finding it difficult to contain your excitement.

You go back to the hotel where you all spend the night sipping on the champagne you bought and joking about. You all eventually doze off bringing the day to a close.

[prettymuch-dead-blog]

“Go Ask Ya Manzz”- N.M

Not my best- don’t drag me.-

"Nick I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shouted frustrated as i ran my hands through my hair. Storming up to Nicks room in order to grab my hoodie I left before the party. I kicked off my heels. And graves the all white adidas. I sigh. Ever since me and Nick had been at it since you left the the party — well, more like since Nick dragged me out of the house.

The whole argument was stupid; Nick wasn’t able to keep his anger under control and nearly knocked a guy out for simply dancing with me. Not even in a sexual kind of way.the intentions were harmless; just having fun, like anyone would want to at that stupid party, but seeing as i were there with Nick. He made it almost impossible for me to let loose. “Not a big deal?” Nick repeated, ramming into the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Y/N. You were all over him!”

“I was not all over him, Jack. I was having fun, okay?” I was now half way in on if my all white shoes and swallowed by my hoodie. “Grinding on some dick at a club is fun?” Nick questioned sarcastically. “You know damn well he wanted you and you gave into it.”

“What do you want me to say, Nick?That I’m sorry? Tough luck, because I’m not.” You spat. Nick raised an eyebrow, taken back by the words that had passed through my lips. Tough tit, but I meant what i said. I wasn’t sorry; I was having fun. If anyone should be sorry, it should be Him — he was the one who went ballistic over nonsense.

“I can’t fucking believe you” he spat turning and sitting in his bed.

“Well Nick I’m not sure what you want from me, because I did nothing wrong” I state standing up straighter. Grabbing my keys and folding my arms, I went to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you really ever think I’d cheat on you? With him?” This was my way of reassuring him. Not my best efforts. “It was your idea going to that stupid party anyways” i hadn’t wanted to go. Just a movie night is what I was promised. But he promised his friends to go to the party. And I guess I just got caught up in the promises. “You know what Nick? Whatever. I’m leaving” I stated. Grabbing my shoe off my foot and grabbing the other in my hand.

I quickly wanted out of the room down the stairs and past his other boys walking in the door. “Heyyyy!!! (Y/N)!!! What happened to you and Ya Manzzz and the party” a large drunk Zion stumble inbetween Austin and Brandon.

“How about YOU go ask YA Manz?” Pushing my way out of the door.

[morningfears]

Distraction

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “hi, can I please get a smutty 4 n 5 with sub!calum or sub!nick :)” So, “I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” for anon. Obviously, I chose Nick.

Word Count: 3.2k (...not a drabble, whoops)

For the first time since you’d moved in, your entire apartment complex seemed to be silent. Your neighbors, well-known amongst your friends for their lack of volume control, had already left for the holidays and so, it seemed, had most of the other residents in your building. Even the guy four doors down who drove the loudest motorcycle you’d ever heard hadn’t revved his engine at all. It had been so silent, in fact, that your noise-cancelling headphones, the ones that you always needed when you attempted to work at home rather than in the library, sat unused on your desk.

You’d spent the day working on your final essay, the only thing that stood between you and winter break, but progress was much slower than you imagined it would be and you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that spilled past your lips as you dropped your head to the desk. You desperately wanted to be finished, to put this class behind you and take a break from academia for a few weeks, but the words just wouldn’t come. You’d gotten distracted by every little notification on your phone, by e very little sound in your apartment, by the thought of what you’d do once you finished your paper; your focus was clearly lacking and Nick’s presence hadn’t helped at all.

He’d had the day off, a full day with nothing to do, and you were desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. However, with an 11:59 P.M. deadline looming over your head and a distinct lack of pages written, you’d sequestered yourself in your bedroom and banished Nick to the living room (you hadn’t had the heart to send him home, at least you could see him for a few minutes when you went to get water or snacks if he spent the day in your apartment). 

He, for the most part, had been good. He knew how badly you needed to finish the paper and he encouraged your academic pursuits fully. He wanted to spend his downtime with you but school came first. However, that didn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss every time you entered the living room. Each time you passed the couch, he would reach out and wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you onto the couch with him for just a moment, long enough to have you melting into his embrace, before he’d nudge you away and encourage you to get back to work.

Nick laughed every time you walked away grumbling about his teasing and, each time he called, “That should make you work faster, ma. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get more than a kiss.”

You flipped him off each time, huffing some variation of, “You’re such a distraction, Mara,” as you cursed yourself internally for not writing your essay earlier.

It took a few hours, far longer than it had taken in the past, but you finally managed to find a sort of groove. You ironed out your argument, you found the article that you’d use to justify your argument, you found a wide array of sources; your essay was finally coming together after what felt like hours of staring blankly at a word document. As you got into the groove of writing, you stopped stepping away from your desk to grab a bottle of water or a snack and Nick noticed that it had been over an hour since your last appearance.

He didn’t want to interrupt, however, he was getting bored and found himself wandering through your apartment. He ran a finger over the spines of books on your bookshelf, thumbed through the vinyl records that he liked to tease you about (even if he did enjoy lying on the floor with you, listening to you sing along to whatever vinyl you felt like listening to or when you asked him to sing along to the old school R&B records that you bought with him in mind), and even looked through the stack of polaroids you had taken with friends. He looked through everything in your living room - from the coffee table book a friend had given you to the stack of textbooks you still needed to return - and still hadn’t heard a word from your bedroom.

He hesitated for just a moment right outside your bedroom door before he said ‘fuck it’ and stepped into the room. He found you exactly where he imagined you would be, sitting in your desk chair with your eyes trained on your laptop, and he smiled at the sight. He really didn’t want to interrupt you, not when you were on a roll, but he couldn’t help himself as he crossed the room to where you sat. He wasn’t sure that you even noticed his presence, not when your fingers were flying across the keyboard and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but you absolutely noticed his presence when he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

“Nick,” you huffed as you reached out to nudge his face away, “I promise I’m almost done, babe. Just give me another half hour. I’m two pages away from my page limit. When I’m finished, I’m all yours.”

Nick remained silent, he knew that anything he said would annoy you as you were so into your work that nothing else really mattered in that moment, and moved to lie on your bed as he watched you work. He alternated between staring at you and paying attention to his phone, however, each time he glanced at you, he felt the longing in the pit of his stomach grow a little stronger. He hadn’t just been torturing you with the teasing kisses he’d given you throughout the day; he was torturing himself. The pair of you hadn’t had time completely alone in weeks. You were over at the house, surrounded by the guys (not that that really stopped you; you just had to be a little quieter than he liked) or you had friends over or the guys somehow found themselves at your apartment (you cook for them once and it’s difficult to get them to leave) and he just wanted you to himself for a little while.

Nick didn’t want to worry about one of the guys barging in and seeing more than he should. He didn’t want to worry about keeping quiet (either of you; the guys still teased him about the time he thought you were alone and had gone a little harder than usual with his dirty talk) and didn’t want to worry about not having enough time to give either of you what you wanted. He just wanted to take his time with you, hear you, and enjoy every moment of it.

Every time he glanced at you, a pang of lust shot down his spine. He always told you just how sexy he found you when you were concentrating on something (you always laughed at him but he made sure to show you just how serious he was and had ended up with his head between your thighs more than once after you’d doubted him) and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you away from your desk and make up for the hours that you’d spent writing.

“You never believe me when I say this, but I love watching you work. You’ve got this look on your face and you bite your lip. It’s a good look on you, ma.”

Nick heard you release a quiet sigh at his words and watched as you shook your head. “I promise, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, your voice quiet as you kept your eyes on your computer screen, “When I’m finished, I’m finished for the next few weeks so we’ll have plenty of time to spend together. Until then, can you just, entertain yourself? Quietly?”

“Mm,” Nick hummed, his tone matching yours as he moved from his spot on the bed and crossed the room to stand behind you once more. “I could,” he mumbled against your skin as he settled in behind you, “but where’s the fun in that?” He could feel the goosebumps erupt on your skin as he brushed his lips across the nape of your neck and heard the huff of mixed annoyance and arousal that left your lips. He knew that you wanted this just as much as he did, knew that you wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to convince you to write a little faster.

“Nick,” you huffed as your fingers paused on the keyboard, “please. I-“

“You’re almost done,” he finished, “I know. Don’t mind me. I’m just entertaining myself. Quietly.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying I find you?” you questioned, your words mumbled as you attempted to regain your train of thought.”

“A few times,” Nick admitted with a laugh. “But you love me.”

You didn’t respond as you attempted to settle back into the groove of writing. You attempted to focus on the words in the article in front of you, attempted to form coherent sentences, but your focus was long gone. All of your attention was on Nick’s mouth, pressing kisses to your neck, and on his hands as his fingers brushed at your sides.

“Come on, Nick,” you huffed as you felt a shudder ripple down your spine, “just a little-“

“A little longer, I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “Keep working. I’m plenty entertained.”

Nick wasn’t normally one to interrupt you so easily (he usually only did it on accident or in the bedroom) and you were already a little annoyed. As a result, you huffed, “Nick, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear-“

“What? You gonna punish me?” he questioned with a laugh as he continued his teasing.

The idea of you punishing him was almost laughable. In the bedroom, things were either equal with both of you sharing the power or they tended to lean a little more toward Nick taking charge. He had no problem giving orders and you had no problem following them. However, punishments, especially ones that required him relinquishing all control, seemed a little farfetched. But you were already annoyed and his interruptions had pushed you a little farther than you wanted to admit so you took the bait and nodded.

“Yeah,” you huffed as you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and decided that you could spare a little time. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Nick watched, his eyes wide in surprise, as you shoved away from your desk. He stepped away from your chair quickly and felt the back of his knees hit your bed. You pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him into a seated position at the foot of your bed. “What?” you questioned as you stepped between his spread thighs and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Nothing to say now?”

“Nothing at all,” he confirmed as he brought his hands up to your waist and slipped them beneath the hem of your top.

Nick kept his eyes on your face as you thought about your next move. Taking charge wasn’t exactly something you tended to do in the bedroom and he wanted to reach out and take charge himself, however, before he could move, you dipped your head down and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he tightened his grip on your his as he attempted to pull you closer. Instead of moving, just as he imagined you would, you pulled away from the kiss and shook your head. 

“Not today, babe,” you mumbled against his lips. “Shirt off, please.”

“If I don’t want to take it off?” He asked as you moved to press your lips to his neck.

“Then I can go back to my writing and you can get yourself off,” you informed him with a shrug before you placed a teasing nip to the column of his throat. “Your choice, babe.”

When Nick removed his hands from your waist, you stepped away and gave him enough room to pull his shirt up and over his head. Nick raised an eyebrow as you stared at him, your eyes sweeping over his exposed skin, before he asked, “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you huffed as you gestured for him to move further up the bed. “I still think you’re annoying, though.”

“I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes as you settled into the space between Nick’s legs. To your surprise, he didn’t attempt to gain control as you moved to press kisses to his newly exposed skin. You nipped at his neck, your lips warm against his skin as his hands moved to push up the material of your top. He bunched it just below your breasts, as high as he could get it on his own, and brushed his fingers over your skin as you moved down to kiss his chest.

“If you want something,” you mumbled against his skin as he attempted to push your top up a little higher, “you have to ask for it, babe.”

Nick wasn’t going to indulge you, however, he had long since stopped thinking with any sort of rationality. Instead, he wanted to take the route that would get both of you off quickly. So, he bit back the smirk and the roll of his eyes and asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Of course,” you breathed as you shifted just enough for him to tug the material up and over your head. Once your shirt joined his on the floor, you returned your mouth to his skin and continued your descent.

A blowjob wasn’t what Nick had been expecting, not when he had been teasing you all day, but he wasn’t going to question it as you tugged at the strings on his sweatpants. “Off, please,” you mumbled against his stomach with a glance up at him. Nick was quick to follow this request and shimmied out of his sweatpants faster than he had his shirt. When you realized he’d foregone underwear and were met with a wide grin, you rolled your eyes and mumbled a quiet, “Of course,” against his skin.

Nick’s laughter at your comment was cut short as your hands moved to his thighs. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as you shifted a little farther down and continued pressing kisses to his skin. You nipped and licked at his skin as you raked your nails over his thighs, careful to never get too close to where he wanted you most. He kept his mouth shut as you left red marks in your wake, not enough to turn into a hickey but enough to stand out for the time being.

He wanted to ask you to move faster, wanted to ask you to give him what he wanted, but he let you keep control and held himself back as you lavished his body with kisses. It was almost as if you were testing him, waiting for him to attempt to take over, but he was aware that this was supposed to be a punishment and he didn’t want to rush to the end.

You felt him squirm beneath you, his hands reaching out to your head to guide your movements, but before he could nudge you down, you pulled away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” you told him as you reached out to rake your nails over his thighs once more, “or I’ll stop.”

“Stop wha-“ he began, but before he could finish the word, you’d dropped your head and traced the vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed as he clawed at your duvet in search of a secure grip.

He kept relatively quiet as you teased him with kitten licks, your hands remaining on his thighs as you failed to take him between your lips. He wanted to reach out and guide your head, wanted to get you to take him down your throat just as he’d been dreaming about, however, he kept his hands on the duvet and waited for you to take him. His patience was running thin and he almost asked you to give up the charade when you finally took the head of his cock between your lips.

Nick groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally wrapping around his cock and he released a quiet groan as you wrapped your hand around the base. You’d been together long enough to know what he liked and you used every trick you knew drove him wild to get him close to the edge. The closer he got, the louder he got. However, you could tell that he was still holding back as you glanced up to catch him biting his lip.

“I know you can be louder than that,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips swollen and shiny with spit as you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes.

Nick groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and his heart racing. You looked sinful and he wanted nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for. So, instead of making some stupid comment that would make you roll your eyes or laugh, he gave in and let himself go. He groaned at the feeling of your mouth on him, moaned your name as you took him just a little deeper, and gripped harder at the duvet as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

“Ask for permission,” you instructed, your voice raspy and your eyes shining, “ask me to let you cum, baby.”

Nick was too far gone to think about it so he didn’t hesitate to ask, “Let me cum, please. I’m so close.”

“One more time,” you breathed before you took him into your mouth once more.

Nick did as he was told, he asked for permission one more time with another please, and you almost wanted to let him. You could tell just how close he was, could tell that he was right on the verge, but this was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, instead of letting him fall over the edge, you pulled away just before he could cum.

When you pulled away from him completely, climbed off the bed, and reached for your shirt, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening. When he did, however, he sat up, bewildered, and blinked at you. “What the fuck?” he questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I’m finishing my essay, babe. Gotta finish that before I can finish you,” you informed him with a grin as you settled back into your chair. “Thirty more minutes, tops.”

Nick stared at you, his eyes narrowed, before he huffed and dropped his head back into the pillows at the head of your bed. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he huffed, his voice thoroughly fucked, “when you finish your essay, you’re mine.”

“That’s what I was counting on, babe.”

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Author’s Note: I still need to work out nicknames for them to give their partners in my fics. Anyway, I’m trying to watch Jurassic Park and I kept getting distracted. My bad. Anyway, this is my second attempt at PM and my first Nick fic. Fun fact, my first crush ever was named Nick. We were friends from kindergarten until we graduated. He made me a Batman keychain in shop and we were partners for all our science projects in junior and senior year of high school. ANYWAY. I’m having fun with the PM fics! ALSO. This isn’t super subby but, like. I feel like he’d be a little shit instead of a straight up sub. So.