#today i woke up and was suddenly hit in the face with the realization of how insanely attractive she is

[rubys-domain]

... i think i'm gonna pull for arlecchino actually...

[crushmeeren]

♡ Bakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima ♡

❥ All characters aged up/18+.

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❥ Warnings; dirty talk, pussy eating, blowjobs, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, Eijirou stuffs you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Don’t be such a pussy. You know you can fucking do it, so do it,” Katsuki demands, jaw clenched and irritation lacing his voice.

Unfortunately, the harsh pep talk doesn’t quite motivate you the way he wants.

You know it’s his way of being encouraging, but his efforts fall flat.

“Fuck off Kat,” you bite, panting heavily. “God! I wish Ei was here,” you hiss crossly, gritting your teeth.

Your sweat covered palms slip over your bare knees as you bend in half, desperately gulping down air, heart rate erratic.

Katsuki clicks his tongue behind his teeth, laughing — which sounds more like he’s mocking you, tapping his foot impatiently.

Clearly he’s not offended.

“Why? So he can baby your ass?” He taunts, lifting his chin up. He crosses his arms over his tank top clad chest, sitting up straight on the workout bench across from you, and stretches a leg out in front of him.

You throw him an icy glare, choosing to ignore his jab.

Standing upright, you use the bottom of your muscle tank to wipe off the metric ton of sweat pouring down your face. The scent of your shirt is overwhelming and gross, causing your nose to wrinkle in distaste.

You’ve been at the gym with Katsuki for two hours. Two grueling, lactic acid filled hours.

The gym at Eijirou and Katsuki’s agency is relatively quiet and secluded, with all the equipment you could ever hope for. It’s a perfect place to focus on your lifting without distractions. So naturally, Katsuki woke up deciding today was the mother of all days to work on one rep maxes.

You’re both off work. Ei is out on patrol — so Katsuki can push, bully you into lifting as much weight as he wants. Which Katsuki swears it’s so you can’t run to Eijirou with “big ass doe eyes” and a pout whenever you get tired and want to go home.

So, here you are, stuck with Katsuki. He’s already hit a new PR and you’re working on yours. You’ve failed this weight three times already, and you could put your fist through the wall you’re so pissed off.

Your glutes are on fire. Your hamstrings are on fire. Your lower back is on fucking fire.

Still, your boyfriend is ruthless. With his attitude, it doesn’t take long for you to reach your boiling point.

“Kaaaat,” you whine, dragging out the A in his name. “I can’t do this today. Please, I just - I wanna go home. I wanna see Ei.” Tears of frustration start to sting and well up in your eyes and you sniff, adjusting the strap of your lifting belt tighter, avoiding Katsuki’s gaze.

An exasperated albeit fond sigh hits your ears. You take to fiddling with the hem of your stretchy biker shorts, irritated in your own lack of ability.

It sits in your chest like a lead balloon.

The bench protests as Katsuki rises from his seat, but you refuse to meet his gaze. Adamantly staring at a crack in the black mats that make up the floor, shifting from foot to foot.

You listen to his quiet footsteps approaching until suddenly black lifting shoes fill your vision.

Gently, a thumb and forefinger grip your chin. Katsuki tilts your head until you’re meeting his warm yet intense ruby red stare.

You deflate, becoming putty in his hold.

“Baby,” he begins, gruff voice infinitely softer now. “You are going to fucking lift this weight. You’re stronger than you know.” He’s overly confident, as normal.

Your lower lip wobbles, heat creeping up your neck and burrowing into your cheeks.

As infuriating as he can be, he’s no doubt your biggest supporter, fan, etc. Not counting Eijirou.

Katsuki’s unwavering belief in you sends goosebumps crawling up your sweat soaked arms. It ultimately convinces you to try again. You wrap your fingers around the wrist helping support your chin, feeling his steady pulse thudding.

“One more time and then we can go home?” You ask reluctantly. His lips curl into a smug grin realizing he’s won you over. Playfully, Katsuki shakes your head side to side, grip tightening on your chin.

“Yeah whatever,” he relents, rolling his eyes. “Ya know, if you hit this, I’ll give you a reward,” he says nonchalantly, trailing his hand down to snake around your throat with a barely there pressure.

“What kind of reward?” You eye him suspiciously. Although, you’d be remiss to deny the anticipation his words bring.

He leans into your personal space, smirking like the Cheshire cat. It gives you a close up of the golden brown freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose.

The air between you sparks dangerously. Warm like the left over embers of a bonfire.

“How bout, I eat that cunt till you’re squirting all over my face, yeah?” He purrs, squeezing your throat a bit harsher.

You grab his tank top with both hands, inhaling sharply. Katsuki’s tone of voice, his words - your entire body flashes hot within the second.

“Oh?” You squeak out, trying to ground yourself while you’re this close to him.

Katsuki pushes in until his soft lips brush your ear lobe, tickling you pleasantly. He slips two fingers into the top of your lifting belt, tugging you to his chest.

“Fuck yes. I’ll get you so soft, so goddamn pliant, that Ei will just slip right into your pussy when he gets home,” he whispers huskily.

“Oh god,” you groan, letting your forehead thump onto his collar bone. You fist his shirt until your knuckles are white, a blistering heat gathering in your belly.

Katsuki snickers, placing a kiss to your jaw and pulling back to force your head up, leveling his gaze with yours.

“C’mon baby, you know how much Ei loves that. So, why don’t you be a good girl, hit this lift and let me take your ass home.”

With that he’s gone. Leaving you to soak in the offer, causally making his way back to the bench.

Your hands linger mid air where they held his tank top. Blinking rapidly you watch him — mind blown, shattered, melted.

He sends you a pointed look to say “hurry the hell up”, resting his left hand on the seat to hold his weight.

You breeze through your personal record the very next try.

One steamy, rushed shower later — you’re spread open wide, entirely bare and resting on your back. The cool sheets on your bed helping soothe your sweltering skin.

You’re not alone. Katsuki’s naked too, comfortably laid out on his belly between your thighs. He’s lazily pumping two fingers in and out of your drooling pussy, paying close attention to the lewd way you suck him in.

Yearning, insatiable — cunt strangling every coherent thought from his head besides the stunning view in front of him.

Katsuki reaches up to take hold of your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. He runs his thumb over your palm, keeping you focused on him. He casually rests your conjoined hands on the mattress near your hip.

Your low moans pierce the air when Katsuki sinks his canines into the delicate area of your inner thighs. He gazes up at you through his long lashes while he marks you with dark reddish purple hickeys all over.

They ache and sting, pulsating dully. Each new bite causes your pussy to flutter. It steals your breath away, the way he’s taking you apart.

Yet, you’re getting restless, squirming in the blonde’s hold. By now, you’ve already sent a salacious video of you deep throating Katsuki’s cock to Eijirou.

Drool and precum had been dripping down your chin, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded for the camera. Katsuki’s rasping moans decorating the background.

Anything to seduce Eijirou, to tempt him into getting home quicker. You’re proud to admit it works almost too well.

He instantly replies he’ll be home in 20 minutes. That was about 15 ish minutes ago. You’ve already been made to cum twice since then.

Katsuki had let his release spill down your throat right after he clicked send on the video. Now he’s currently inching you towards a third orgasm.

You’re aware Katsuki’s going to make you squirt this time. The slight fullness and pressure building in your bladder is a telling indicator.

He’s also trying to his damndest to stretch this out until Eijirou gets home. Craving for the red head to be his captive audience. You share his desire, longing for your currently absent boyfriend to just be here already. You desperately want Eijirou to turn you into a pretzel.

Nevertheless, it’s exhilarating how sweetly Katsuki’s treating you for the time being. He’s normally a bit rougher so this tender side of his is turning you to a pile of mush.

Slim fingers curl up into your sweet spot, stroking it lovingly, sending a warm shiver snaking down your spine. Your back bows off the bed with something similar to a keen falling from your lips.

“Katsuki!” You cry out his name. It sounds as sinful as a curse and as holy as a prayer. Your free hand bunches the silky sheets up in pleasure, skull digging into the mattress below.

“Yeah that’s right. Your pussy feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it princess?” He purrs, tone almost patronizing. But he can’t hide the underlying simmering heat coloring his voice.

His soft lips plant a kiss over your swollen clit and it gets your blood buzzing.

“So — ah! So f-fucking good Kat,” you babble, eyes falling shut. It’s irresistible, the pull you feel to roll your hips in time with his thrusts.

You’re almost feverish from it all, cheeks so scalding steam may as well rise from them.

You cling to Katsuki’s hand even more while he edges your orgasm to the surface, intermittently kitten licking your puffy clit. You tilt your head, glancing down at Katsuki with half lidded eyes, slack jawed. He keeps his leisure pace, stretching the rubber band of your climax to its limit.

The blonde’s expression mirrors yours. Dilated pupils, red blossoming brightly over his cheeks and down his throat — lids so heavy they’re almost closing.

His stare is laced with a rabid want that you recognize all too well. The sight of him occasionally rocking his hips down into the mattress sets your nerve endings alight.

It’s obscene, the way he chases relief for his obviously aching, full cock. You think he’s more than likely smearing precum along the sheets below. He never fails to become drenched when he’s so badly turned on.

You stare briefly at the ceiling, knowing it’ll be over immediately if you keep leering at him. You’re already on the cusp of cumming. The slow, sweet buildup of it making your heart pound brutally behind your rib cage.

Katsuki rips a high pitched wounded noise from your throat when he suckles on your clit again. Your free hand shoots out to tangle and twist his soft blonde hair.

A fresh wave of goosebumps light up over your arms, a thrill racing through you as he devours you. Instinctively you cross your ankles over Katsuki’s upper back. You’re huffing, tits heaving with the rise and fall of your breathing.

You try to warn him, open your mouth to tell him you’re about to cum — but you’re interrupted by your bedroom door swinging open.

Katsuki halts his movements, your orgasm fading into the background as both your heads snap towards the direction of the door. You don’t have time to be upset about it because finally your other boyfriend is home.

Eijirou stands there in street clothes, broad shoulders filling up most the doorframe. His red strands hang loosely, framing his face. The ends are dripping, remnants of a quick shower he must have taken at the agency.

Eijirou wolf whistles.

“Well damn! What did I do to deserve walking in on a sweet treat like this?” Eijirou teases, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder on the doorframe.

“Ei! You’re ho—oh fuck!” You begin to greet him but cry out when Katsuki brushes the pads of his fingers over your g-spot intentionally, startling you.

You untangle yourself completely from the blonde, leaning up and bracing your weight on your elbows. You shove at the blonde’s shoulder with your heel, half heartedly scowling at him.

Katsuki snickers, pillowing his cheek on your squishy thigh and slyly looking over to Eijirou. He looks quite seductive, scarlet eyes full of mirth.

Eijirou laughs delightedly at the playful display. The sides of his eyes crinkle when he beams at you both.

“Oi, quit fucking around Ei. Take your damn clothes off and get your ass over here.” You smoothly join Katsuki in egging the other on.

“Yeah Eijirou, been waiting a lifetime for you to come home. Katsuki wants to put on a show for you.”

Katsuki barks out a laugh, wanting to deny it, but he can’t.

“Okay! Okay, I’m hurrying,” Eijirou giggles, cheeks turning a soft peachy pink.

He wastes no time, disrobing quickly. Pulling down the zipper of his hoodie to reveal he’s wearing nothing underneath. Eijirou ignores the over the top catcalls you both throw his way, mumbling under his breath and pretending he doesn’t love it.

He sheds the jacket, dropping it carelessly to the floor as he makes his way to the side of the bed. He slips out of his sweats just as shamelessly.

You watch Eijirou’s already half hard cock twitch when you reach out for him. He eagerly accepts it, kneeling on the bed next to your head. You look up at him adoringly, lips turning up into a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks twinge.

“Hi Ei, we missed you,” you croon, affectionately squeezing his hand.

In response, he bends down to give you a sweet kiss in greeting. It’s brief, but makes you feel like you’re bathed in sunshine either way. He pulls back, a question clearly on his lips.

“Wanna sit in my lap baby? I’ll get the best view of you that way,” Eijirou says, entirely serious. He shuffles until he can sit behind your head, bracing his back on pillows and the headboard.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you reply. Scooting yourself backwards until you’re able to slot in between his wide spread thighs, resting your own sticky back along his chest.

As you do so, Katsuki chases you, inching forward. He never lets his fingers leave the searing heat of your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” you laugh breathlessly, taking note of their presence. You tighten around him greedily, desire burning you to ash.

“Oh princess, look at you. Even more fucking needy now that Ei is home,” Katsuki comments meanly, digging his thumb into your puffy clit as he settles in his new spot.

A weak yelp leaves you at how sharp the sensation becomes. You feel the rumble of Eijirou’s laughter as it vibrates throughout his chest.

“Maybe I just want to cum,” you chide him. “You’ve been edging me forever.”

Katsuki doesn’t respond. Just grins like he’s won the lottery, a bit manic, and sets an borderline violent and relentless pace.

The howl you produce is ear splitting. The sudden dynamic shift begging your spine to bend but Eijirou quickly keeps you caged in. He wraps his thick biceps around your stomach, hooking his chin into the muscle just behind your collarbone.

“Be good,” Eijirou warns. “You wanted this yeah? Then let Kat do what he wants.”

You scramble to lock onto his forearms, nails dragging angry lines over his skin. You obediently nod along with what he tells you, starting to get the impression your skin is too tight to fit over your bones.

Your body bounces in time with Katsuki’s motions and the razor sharp points of Eijirou’s teeth threaten to pierce the delicate flesh of your shoulder.

Mercifully, your orgasm comes on like a freight train. In less than a minute to be exact.

Katsuki bullies your g-spot with a precision only he could possess, flicking his tongue over your clit in a steady up and down rhythm. Pleasure pulses white hot in your pelvis, threatening to prickle out all over your waiting body.

“Oh. Oh, I’m gonna cum Kat! Ei, please, shit!” you curse, head spinning, not even sure what you’re begging them for.

“That’s it babygirl, we’ve got you,” Eijirou coos, tone a 180 from a couple minutes prior.

You’re wiggling in his iron clad grip, on the edge of exploding. One more push is all you need. The stifling heat of Katsuki’s mouth envelops your clit once more, sucking.

Then, your toes curl into the sheets, all the muscles in your lower half tensing as your climax rips you apart. You hold onto Eijirou’s forearms for dear life, molten lava gushing through your veins like a busted dam.

Katsuki pulls his mouth away with a wet pop, punishing you with each slippery glide of his fingers. You don’t think you can take much more, crossing into over sensitive territory.

Yet, it doesn’t matter, the looming pressure on your bladder gives without your permission.

“You’re so hot like this baby. Now fucking squirt for me,” Katsuki snarls. Eijirou’s cock kicks where it’s trapped against your lower back.

It’s too easy to bend to his will.

You’re soaking the blondes chin and wrist before you know what’s happening, liquid running down to your ass. His head jerks back, briefly startled, before his eyes get wide.

Katsuki slows, lolling his tongue out to lick his drenched lips for a taste. He moans, flush traveling down to his chest.

“No more,” you complain, hips stuttering as you push at his forehead. You try to catch your breath, coming down from the high — becoming boneless on Eijirou’s chest.

“Good job sweet girl, you did so well my love,” Eijirou murmurs in your ear. His breath tickles your cheek and you lean into him, letting the red head smooth his palm over your belly.

Katsuki slips his fingers free, biting the inside of his cheek when your pussy desperately tries to keep him from leaving you empty.

He rises up, settling back on his calves, admiring how drenched his hand has become. He arches one pretty blonde eyebrow, smirking at his boyfriend.

“Want a taste of her Ei?” Katsuki asks teasingly, wiggling his fingers at the red head.

Eijirou hums his agreement and Katsuki surges forward, leaning over you, and dangling his dripping hand in front of Eijirou.

Katsuki’s cock, hot and heavy, brushes your lower belly. God, you just want to drag him down by his slim hips, flip him over and ride him until he sees stars.

But you don’t. The deep seated desire for Eijirou to fold you in half wins out. You tilt your head up just in time to witness Eijirou’s pink tongue dart out for a taste.

He trails his tongue up Katsuki’s fingers, dipping into the grooves between. You shudder, simultaneously moaning with the blonde.

“Ei,” you interject brokenly. “I need you to fuck me, now please.” Eijirou’s boner jumps against your lower back.

“I can totally do that,” Eijirou responds quickly, playfully pushing at your back. You laugh, looking up at Katsuki expectantly.

He’s still hovering over you.

“Yeah whatever I just wanna watch Eijirou fuck you silly.” He winks at you. You swallow and it’s like your throat’s been lined with cotton balls.

Katsuki retreats, loosely circling his fingers at the base of his cock and squeezing.

“C’mon Ei, I’ve been waiting for you all day,” you giggle, sliding down until you’re flat on your back again. You plant your feet on the bed, allowing your legs to fall open as wide as they’ll go.

“I won’t make you wait any longer baby,” Eijirou assures. He crawls down as Katsuki moves upwards, effortlessly switching places.

Katsuki’s knees bracket your head as he maneuvers until he’s comfortable. If you glance backwards you’ll be met with the view of the blonde’s cock and his partially obscured face.

“Ready pretty girl?” Eijirou asks, pawing at the squishy spots of your thighs, inching close enough until he can part the lips of your pussy with his shaft. The pink head bumps teasingly into your clit.

You nod, biting into your lower lip.

Eijirou uses his thumb to angle his cock down where your warmth waits to greet him. To suck him in like a vice. To clamp down around him until his brain is fuzzy.

He barely dips the head of his cock in once, twice — before finally applying enough pressure his tip fully pops in. The initial stretch makes you shiver. As he fills you with the rest of his cock, you start to tremble.

Your pussy doesn’t offer even a hint of resistance.

You wheeze out his name when he bottoms out. Eijirou’s blunt nails leave indentations on the backs of your thighs as he pushes them a bit towards your chest.

His grip is bruising, licking his lips as he concentrates on being still so you can adjust.

You look down to where you’re connected, fists clenched in the sheets by your sides and your pelvis throbs briefly from just how big his cock is. Eijirou grabs your attention with a strangled sound. Your gaze flickers back to him and his expression is pleading, impatient.

You snort, giving him the go ahead.

He runs with it, proceeding to carve out a space inside you for himself. His eyes flutter shut as your pussy pulses, choking his cock. His lips part slightly, eyes glued to where you’re swallowing him just right.

He rolls his hips, pulling back and thrusting in with a singular fluid motion, slowly working up to a rougher, faster pace.

Katsuki’s curses from somewhere behind you, voice low and ragged as he tells you just how “fucking pretty” you look taking Ei’s cock.

You echo the sentiment, praising the red head as he shifts around on his knees and thrusts harder.

Eijirou whimpers, taking your ankles and lifting until your knees hook over his shoulders. He bends you in half, placing his hands by your head. A moan is punched out of your chest and you cling to his shoulders. It feels like his cock is in your belly.

“Eijirou, holy shit! Please — don’t stop!” you beg, voice edging on a sob. Katsuki hisses in pleasure behind you. The slick, wet sound of him jerking his cock burned into your ears.

“Anything baby, whatever you want,” Eijirou says with a breathy sigh, fucking you hard enough to bounce your body with each thrust. The smack of his skin against yours spurs him on even further.

Your pussy chases his cock every time he pulls back, not letting him go for a second. He fucks you until you feel high, and when you get impossibly tighter — he knows you’re cumming.

Eijirou talks you through it, because of course he does. He makes sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he can.

A drop of sweat falls from the tip of his nose into the valley between your tits, admiring the way your body releases all its tension as you come down from the high.

“Good girl, you cum so beautifully for me,” Eijirou praises. “I’m gonna cum inside you okay?” He’s panting as he moves, clearly hanging on by a thread.

“Cum for me Ei,” you murmur, trailing your hands up and wrapping your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Eijirou whines as you pull him down into a hungry kiss, attempting to eat him alive. He whimpers into your mouth, shoving his cock to the hilt in your pussy. A new warmth blooms inside you as your boyfriend cums.

Eijirou wrenches his mouth from yours to gasp, jaw falling open as he rides out the last few pulses of his orgasm.

A high pitched whine slices through the gooey atmosphere and you look backwards just in time to watch Katsuki’s gorgeous face as he cums.

His eyes pinch shut, the muscles of his neck straining as he tosses his head back on the headboard with a thump. He traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth, partially muffling the next moan he can’t control.

Eijirou hisses when your pussy involuntarily flutters around him as you watch the blonde squirm with pleasure.

Katsuki’s shoulders drop as he relaxes, chest heaving. His stomach is covered in cum. As is his chest, there’s even some on his cheek.

Reluctantly, your attention snaps back to Eijirou when he gingerly pulls his softening cock free. Taking a moment to track the way his release sluggishly flows from you.

“Enjoying the view?” You ask coyly. Eijirou glances at you in surprise, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.

“I always do.” He’s giggling now.

“Fucking sap,” Katsuki snorts.

“Hey!” Eijirou protests. You laugh, reaching backwards to slap Katsuki’s ankle.

“Don’t listen to him Ei, he’s just as bad.”

Playful banter consumes the three of you as you enjoy the relaxing and affectionate atmosphere.

Eventually, you manage to clean yourselves up. You and Eijirou easily convince Katsuki to cook and fill your bellies with food. As you wait, you sit at island in your kitchen, happily retelling Eijirou how you got a new PR today at the gym.

You don’t leave out the way Katsuki used dirty tricks and promises of sex to persuade you, which makes Eijirou laugh out loud.

Katsuki just raises his middle finger over his shoulder in return, taking all the credit for your lift either way.

[sonder-paradise]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. xiao, venti, kazuha, wanderer, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, reader teasing anemo fools

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

he watches you carefully from the cooling shade of the tree above. whatever you're currently off doing, it seems to be entertaining you much more than usual. but there's something entirely charming about the way you find such joy in the timid moments teyvat gives you.

the gentle breeze sways past the two of you bringing in the salty scents of the nearby port and the mountainous ranges just beyond. he closes his eyes just a moment, soaking in the sound of your bubbling laughter and the symphonic winds.

"xiao!"

his eyes flicker open and, in a moment, he's at your side. he seems rather alert for a second before he realizes there is a board smile dressed across your face.

"is something the matter?"

you shake your head; that odd, little grin neglects to fade from your features. he raises an eyebrow at your behavior.

"no, just wanted to see you. oh, here."

and suddenly your hand is reaching towards him and you're leaning in a little too close and his breath catches in the back of his throat and now he's debating whether or not he should lean in too and—

"you had a leaf in your hair."

xiao turns a brilliant shade of red as your hand pulls back and you reveal a little green leaf. he stumbles through a mismatched phrase before you stop him with that stupid grin.

"what? did you want something else instead?"

you can practically see the steam burst from his ears.

— 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

another night, another set of drinks for the anemo archon and his beloved. venti belts out a brilliant set of notes for just the two of you as you plop down beside him on the grassy hillside. the moonlight streaks down on you both through the stony fingers of the statue of seven.

"do you think master diluc will notice?" he mumbles aloud.

"notice what?"

"the wine we stole!"

you laugh, waving him off. "i left some mora on the counter, i'm certain he can put two and two together."

venti joins your laughter. then he strums the strings of his favored lyre. venti feels the buzz of alcohol hit the back of his throat and he's grateful for this brief moment of mundanity the two of you have been given.

"oh, venti."

he turns as you call him and it's at that moment he realizes just how close you've gotten to his face. his eyes briefly flicker down to your lips and the buzzed gaze in your eyes.

then you pull back, having grasped the bottle of wine behind him with a grin.

"another round?" you pause, noting the pink dusting his pale cheeks and the way he looks absolutely hypnotized with you."

"oh? did you think i was going to kiss you?"

venti seems to snap out of his trance and gives you an apparent pout. "of course! why else would you get so close?!"

"to get the wine?" you shake the bottle a little, raising an eyebrow at him.

"wah! then just ask me! now kiss me properly!"

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

kazuha's grown a little tired of your constant teasing for today. perhaps you woke up a little too mischievous this morning, but he's not sure how much longer he can tolerate your behavior.

once: this morning while attempting to wake him up, he was certain he caught you trying to kiss him. and yet, he was surprised to hear that you were just brushing hair out of his eyes.

twice: early in the afternoon when you grasped his waist and looked at him from over his shoulder. he even unconsciously leaned in towards you, but instead you moved in to your right in order to pass.

and now three times: after lunch, having just watched you walk away after cupping the side of his face and leaning in, only to be met with you wiping crumbs off his face.

"kazuha, is something the matter?"

he stares at you before flashing you a smile you're certain is bound to be trouble.

"not at all, but would you like to explain your actions today?"

"what actions?"

"are you playing coy with me now, y/n?"

"whatever are you talking about?"

kazuha leans in, reaching to grasp your chin and adjusting it to match your eyes to his. his eyes flicker down to your lips and the butterflies in your stomach swarm almost violently.

then, he stops, pulling back with an overly-sweet smile.

"still don't know what i'm talking about?"

you swallow thickly, taking in the peeved expression in his eyes. whoopsies.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

he should be used to these types of long night chats. he wants to be used to the way your voice chimes about the challenges of the day or the pleasures of it. but he also finds it addicting all at the same time.

the light of the candles illuminate your face as he listens carefully to you. whatever you're talking about has to do with something he can no longer attempt to remember. but you haven't asked him any questions on his comprehension of the matter so he doesn't clarify anything.

instead he watches your lips. the way they look so kissable, so delectable, so... ah, what were you saying again?

scaramouche snaps out of his stupor upon hearing his name leave your tongue. but, even then he hopes his eyes weren't about to tell you what exactly he was paying attention to.

"what?" he spits out.

"nothing, you seem a little distracted."

"well, you're wrong. i'm just getting sleepy is all."

you chuckle, scooting just a couple inches over to him. "i think i understand what's going on."

your face grows nearer to his and he can feel his heart ready to beat out of his chest and his face turn redder by the second. his eyes flicker down to your lips once more and for just a moment, he has to snap those eyes down to prevent them from tattling on his intentions.

your lips just barely graze his own and by then his skin is bursting red. but, you stop and you grin at him.

"you want to kiss me, is that right?"

scaramouche's eyes light up in a strangling embarrassment, but instead of the words he's ought to say it comes out a sputtering mess of emotions and excuses.

"what!? no! of course not! you- i—" then he pauses, grasping onto your wrist, "stop saying stupid shit like that and just kiss me if you're gonna do it already, okay??"

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[kittenlittle24]

Sleepy girl

A/n: I am not a doctor nor have any medical knowledge. I used Google and I hope I did the request justice! Also, the first time I am writing smut! Good luck to us all.

Warnings: narcolepsy and smut

Request by @gregsgoodlookingneighbour : House has a girlfriend with narcolepsy

Masterlist

Narcolepsy is a chronic neurological disorder that affects the brain's ability to control sleep-wake cycles. Narcolepsy is a sleep disorder that causes an urge to fall asleep suddenly during the daytime that’s almost impossible to resist.

You were diagnosed after a car accident brought you to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You fell asleep while driving and got hit by the car behind you, you were prescribed Armodafinil and Modafinil. Stimulants to help keep you awake and alert; and to help with your follow up Dr. House suggested dinner once a week, which turned to early coffee runs, sleepovers, and occasional lunches.

The humble man that he was, Dr. Greg House loved to remind you that he was the one to put the clues together and diagnose you, to remind you what a great partner you have.

When you moved in together, he made sure every morning that you took your meds, which is why he was extra worried when one morning he woke up to see you breathe and move your eyes, but you couldn’t talk or move the rest of your body.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, he sat closer to you and stroked your hair and with his other hand he held yours.

“You’re having sleep paralysis, a temporary inability to move or speak. It should pass on its own in a few minutes.”

You wanted to nod or say something, but you couldn’t.

He stayed home with you that day, he also changed your prescription.

Sometimes, when you’re sleepy all the time, that can affect your sex life. You might not feel like having sex as often, but when you do it’s always mind-blowing.

Greg was a generous lover and as a doctor, he understood that your low sex drive is not in either of your hands. However, when you were in the mood, like when he came home from work one day wearing a red dress shirt, something about it just instantly turned you on.

“Had a mom today, diagnosed with schizophrenia. Turned out to be Wilson’s disease.”

Taking his blazer off he sat down next to you on the couch, “Also had a mom who tried to get me to tell her daughter to diet.”

Taking him in, you slowly folded your legs underneath you to sit on your knees facing him. He leaned his head back, his eyes closed.

“You’re not listening are you?”

You didn’t reply, proving him right. Instead, you straddled his legs and moved to kiss his neck.

Cupping your face he pushed you back so he could crash his lips against yours. Lifting your(his) shirt, he slipped his fingers down to rub against your dampened panties. Tapping his chest, you pulled back, “Off.” you tell him, indicating your and his clothes. Standing you pushed your panties off and carelessly threw them behind you before unbuttoning his pants, not bothering to take them off, just pulled his pants and boxers down enough to expose his hard dick. Sinking to your knees, you wrapped your fingers around the base and slowly licked up the shaft but gasped in surprise he grabbed your hair to pull you away, “I want to be inside you.”

Nodding you giggle at first but the second his fingers dig into your waist you realize it’s no joke so you return to your place on his lap.

Slowly sinking,

“Fuck (Y/N)… you’re so fucking tight,” He mumbled as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort. you gasp as you stretch around him, stilling your body as you let it accustom to his girth.

“Gonna make sure you sleep well tonight.” He murmured against your ear.

You slowly lifted yourself, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. He watched as your tits bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he saw both hot and beautiful at the same time. A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly, your body shook, trying to force your thighs to do their job and move.

“I’m close,” you whispered.

“I can feel it, let go.”

As your body tensed he felt you clench around him, your moans becoming more and more incoherent as you let your body release itself, your eyes now pricking with tears from pure pleasure. He gritted his teeth together at the feeling of you cumming around his dick, which only pushed him even more to cum inside you. He gave a few more messy thrusts before he let himself cum, letting out a few grunts as he wrapped his arms around your waist and clung to you, hugging you as he rode out his orgasm.

You were both sweating and now panting for air, exhausted from the rough but passionate actions. You felt him rest his head against your shoulder.

You started to lift yourself off him, but he only gripped you harder and let out a grunt, making you pause, “aren’t I hurting your leg?” You asked quietly.

He shook his head “Don’t move yet, just stay for a second,” His voice was still raspy. Even though he would never say it out loud, he loved the way you felt when you just sat there, letting him be inside you as you warmed his cock, especially after you guys were done having a rough session.

After sitting a few more minutes in just the silence, you started to lift yourself again, this time he didn’t stop you. You sat down beside him on the couch, he wrapped his arm around you before turning his head to look at you, “Not that I’m complaining but what was that about?”

Blushing you tucked your head into his shoulder before replying, “It’s your damn shirt.”

[vettelsvee]

GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ PART 2: LOVING HIM WAS RED [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader

word count: 3972

summary: seb, after not knowing about her for almost five years, finds out that y/n just went viral on youtube after posting a song that might be written about him

warnings: settled on april 2018 and narrated on seb's pov. curse words, mentions of sex and one night stands. apart from that, just a little bit of background story from seb and reader's relationship

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a/n: i know i'm supposed to be posting oscar fics but migraine is killing me today (been quite stressed for the past few days i believe). in the meantime, as i already had it written, here you have part 2 of goodbyes are bittersweet! hope you liked it as much as you liked part 1 (even if it's a bit different). part 3 coming tomorrow if you want so? PLEASE let me know your thoughts and opinions in comments! feedback is appreciated, as well as reblogs <3

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2018 April 27th Baku, Azerbaijan

Sebastian

I woke up as soon as I felt the sun’s rays hitting me in the face, and at the same moment I noticed a surprisingly strange warmth next to me, in bed.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was already half-past seven in the morning. Not only had I realized that my alarm hadn’t gone off and I had overslept by an hour and a half, but it was also Y/N’s birthday.

Like every year, there was no response from her to the email I had scheduled to be sent at midnight. 

After almost five years of knowing the bare minimum about her and having seen her a couple of times from afar in Heppenheim, I knew why, deep down, I kept doing it. I still loved her as much as the first day, or even more. I hoped for a reunion where we could tell each other about our lives and start a simple friendship as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t chosen to leave my life and act like she didn’t know me.

I decided to turn over to see what was getting closer and closer to me, almost pushing me off the bed. It wasn’t hard to find myself face to face with blue eyes that were not the green ones I had dreamed of that night.

Suddenly, memories from just a few hours ago started to form in my mind. A few beers I shouldn’t have had at a local pub just because I wanted to escape the blurry memory of Y/N were responsible for me meeting this charming young woman with a wonderful smile.

My head couldn’t piece together how we ended up here, but I suppose her insistence, my invitation for her to accompany me to the hotel, and possibly a taxi ride I paid for were the final results of the goal to escape reality. 

This had been my routine since I realized my ex-girlfriend wasn’t coming back into my life. I didn’t like being this way, and although I had tried to find a stable partner, kindness, fun and a temporary refuge had been the best way to try to forget Y/N Y/L/N, who always found a way to slip into my thoughts at the least expected moment.

I quickly got out of bed and, almost without thinking and without needing to undress, jumped into the shower and did my best to let the warm water make me forget everything I had allowed to happen the night before. I closed my eyes and let myself go as much as I could. I tried to organize my thoughts and find the easiest possible way out of the problem I had gotten myself into, but it was impossible to find one that worked.

I got out of there faster than I would have liked. When I returned to the room, with just the towel wrapped around my waist, leaving my entire torso exposed, I found the person I had been avoiding at all costs.

The brunette was already stretching in bed, dawdling and, surely, not wanting to leave.

“Would you mind leaving?”

My rhetorical question made her just look at me in surprise, her eyes still sleepy.

“Why, Seb? Can’t we spend the day together? I could go with you to the paddock and repeat what we did last night in your room or whatever you call it,” she suggested with a playful smile. “You know as well as I do that it would be fun.”

I felt a knot forming in my stomach at her suggestion. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed her company or was forbidden to do so, but the simple fact of knowing who was turning thirty today, and that this exact proposal was something I used to do with her...

“I don’t think it’s a good idea...” 

Damn, I didn’t remember her name.

“Alessia.”

“That’s it, Alessia,” I confirmed. “You know how these things are and what it could mean for us to be seen together. We could meet another day as... friends.”

Neither my response nor hers were what the other expected. After hearing her name, I remembered the brief introduction she gave me: a musician just starting out and a member of a highly successful Italian orchestra.

An Italian version of Y/N and, unfortunately for me and possibly the blonde, a successful one.

“The way you moaned my name last night so many times is not something friends usually do. You made me feel special last night. A lot, in fact.” 

“I’m sorry, Alessia, that wasn’t what I meant,” I clarified, my cheeks blushing slightly at her statement. “I hope you enjoyed what we did last night, but it’s time for you to get dressed and go back to your hotel or wherever you’re staying. I have to go to work,” I added, trying not to succumb to her obvious charms. 

After several more attempts to convince me, the girl finally resigned herself and reluctantly accepted my suggestion. I felt uncomfortable when she threw off the sheets and began to gather her clothes, completely naked. I felt even worse as I watched her slow and deliberate movements, as if she were prolonging the inevitable farewell and trying to arouse me. 

I bit my lip and refrained from doing or saying anything when she asked for help zipping up her dress. I could have said no, but I didn’t want to seem rude, especially considering that the time I spent with her had made me feel just as I had with my ex-girlfriend. 

Once we were finished, the Italian approached me with determination. Before I could react, her lips sought mine with clear intention. I instinctively turned my face, causing the kiss to land on my cheek instead of my lips. 

“Alessia…” 

What could I say in a situation like this? Did she deserve the hurt I was going to cause her even though we had only had a night of wild sex, like so many others I had had with other girls? 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured hastily, looking away. “I thought… you know, that we could have something more than just a one-night stand.”

My heart sank at her words, and as I had already foreseen, because it always happened in these cases, guilt overwhelmed me. 

I knew I had been unfair to her by allowing this to happen, by letting her believe there could be something more between us, and that the problem was hers when the only one to blame was me, who hadn’t gotten over the love of my life after four years, now closer to five, of no contact. 

“Alessia, you’re an incredible person,” I began to say, trying to find the right words and not hurt her more, “but right now, all I want to focus on is my work and working on myself. It wouldn’t be fair for you to be part of all this and end up getting hurt.”

“I understand,” she said softly, nodding with a sadness that, although expected, still surprised me. “Thank you for letting me spend this night with you, Sebastian.”

I felt overwhelmed and at the same time a great mixture of relief and remorse as I watched her leave without even looking back. 

When enough time had passed to be sure I wouldn’t run into her, I went down to the hotel lobby still feeling that heaviness invading me. I tried to shake off all of them, but as soon as I saw Britta standing in front of the entrance, arms crossed and with an angry look fixed on me, I knew it was going to be difficult. 

“Sebastian, again?” she asked, full of frustration. 

“Yes, and I’m not going to apologize for something I don’t regret,” I replied sincerely, knowing there was no way to avoid the upcoming conversation. 

“Are you going to keep playing this game much longer?” she reproached as she quickened her pace, trying not to cause too much of a scene or draw attention. “You’ve gone longer than I’d like to say without settling down.” 

“I will when I get tired of sleeping with girls I don’t know, I suppose. Having sex is good for health, you know? Be thankful I don’t cause you many problems after these nights.” 

Britta sighed, and I knew my response was making her lose the little patience she had left. 

“I know you didn’t ask for my opinion, but I think what would make you tired of sleeping with strangers almost every Grand Prix week would be to have some kind of interaction with Y/N.” 

The mention of the blonde’s name made the wave of emotions I had tried to bury for years resurface, hitting me suddenly. 

“You know I can’t do that. It’s impossible. I’ve tried, but she doesn’t want to cooperate.” 

“You should at least try once again, at least. I know there’s nothing, nor anyone, who can change her mind,” and it was true. Y/N was the most stubborn person, for better or worse, that I had ever met in my life. “But I also know that if you keep avoiding facing your feelings and trying to forgive yourself for what happened, you’ll never find the peace you’re not only wishing for but also deserving of.” 

“I know, Britta, but…” 

“But what, Sebastian? It’s just that…” 

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string theory?” 

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the change of subject and possibly for not letting her finish. She slowed her pace, and for the first time in the short time we had been together that day, I felt calm and even understood. 

“Yes, I’ve heard something about that,” she said after a few seconds that felt eternal. “What does that have to do with getting over your ex-girlfriend?”

“Well, everything, really,” I declared. “Y/N and I dated, if you can even call it that, for ten days during Christmas of ’99. She was 11, and I was 12, and I was a bit stupid because I ended up breaking up with her when I fell for a classmate who had just moved to Heppenheim and who eventually started dating my cousin.” 

“But…”

“Then Y/N and I became friends again,” I continued, trying not to let her interrupt my impromptu speech, “and it took six years until she told me she loved me. I didn’t want to admit my feelings and decided that not talking to her for four months was the best, not even to offer my condolences after her grandmother’s death… And look, in the end, I asked her to go out with me!”

My PR sighed, possibly tired of hearing that story once again, a story I never got tired of telling because sometimes reality was weirder than fiction.

“I’m going to tell you what I’ve always told you since Y/N left, and I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it: you’re still clinging to the hope that everything will go back to how it was, even though you know it’s not possible,” she said without a hint of doubt. “Even if you ran into her and had a deep conversation, your lives have changed. At least yours has, and I’m sure hers has too.”

“I mentioned the invisible string theory because I feel like there’s something else. I feel, besides there being something unknown that ties us together for some reason, that the third time's the final one,” I finally confessed.

My confession seemed to have caught her off guard. Now, she slowed, and she was passing her accreditation to enter the paddock much more slowly than she usually did.

Maybe she was right, that I was holding on too tightly to the hope that everything would go back to how it was before, but I had been dreaming about Y/N again for many nights after months without doing so. It had never happened before, but the last few days had felt like she had never left my life and had always been there, just apart.

The last time I had that feeling it ended with me seeing her from a distance playing with a little girl she was probably babysitting to earn some extra money.

Obviously, I didn’t dare to approach her because she seemed... happy. Quite happy, actually.

“I’d like to keep talking about this, but I want you to stop thinking about Y/N, at least for a few hours, and focus on today,” my PR’s change in tone let me know she was serious. “We have a lot to do.”

“Then enlighten me, master.”

“First, you have a meeting with the team to discuss possible strategies for practice and what might work for tomorrow’s qualifying,” the blonde began to explain, taking out her planner and going over the day’s schedule. “Then I think you have an interview with SkySports with Nico Rosberg, and maybe a talk for a collaboration with a brand, but I have to check that again.”

“What time am I supposed to meet with the engineers?”

“Around nine-thirty, but...”

I yawned, not bothering to cover my mouth as my PR continued talking. The heaviness in my eyelids was getting worse, and I felt the exhaustion from the previous night starting to take its toll. I looked at my phone and saw that, unfortunately, it was only eight-fifteen.

Was the day going by that slowly?

“Understood,” I replied, pretending I had been paying attention to everything Britta had said. “By the way, do you mind if I go to my driver’s room to have some rest?”

“Sebastian...”

“I had a fantastic night,” I admitted, causing her to cross her arms and once again look at me with a stern expression, “but I didn’t sleep at all, and if I want to perform well, I need to sleep at least for a bit.”

“You have forty-five minutes at most,” the blonde snapped. “Don’t you dare be late, or we’ll have problems. Set your alarm and make sure your phone is on in case someone calls you.”

It won’t be Y/N, that’s for sure.

“I will, don’t worry.”

I left Britta after exchanging a few more words with her and hurried as much as I could. With every step I took, I felt more tired. I knew I should have slept at least six hours, but I succumbed to the temptation last night to, why not say it, have a good time and, as was more than obvious and had become routine since 2014, try to succeed in the mission of forgetting Y/N on her birthday.

Another year, it had been impossible.

I didn’t know if it was due to lack of sleep or lack of attention, but the voices around me seemed increasingly distant. The only thing I could hear as I walked through the pit lane was a growing murmur where the words “viral” and “song” seemed to be the main topics, especially from the mouths of Max, Daniel, and I’d swear Charles.

“Have you heard this song?” I heard Verstappen say. I stopped when the first piano chords began to play. “It’s like a pandemic; it’s everywhere.”

“I don’t know who the girl singing is, but she’s incredibly talented,” Ricciardo continued. “Do we know who...?”

“You don’t know if it’s a girl!” Leclerc reproached, hitting the Australian on the arm. “What if it’s a guy with a high voice?”

I laughed at the younger guys' antics, wondering if my former teammates saw me that way when I was their age.

Losing him was blue like i’d never known Missing him was dark gray all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Cos’ loving him was red

If my eyes were almost closing automatically, after hearing the chorus, or whatever it was called, it felt like I had taken an energy drink that had woken me up.

The moment that voice, both raspy and sweet at the same time, penetrated my ear, my hair stood on end. Its familiarity was incredible… but no, it couldn't be her. It was impossible.

"God damn, who can play the piano while singing?" 

"I have two questions," Daniel blurted out, ignoring Charles' words. "The first one is who the fuck it could be, and the second is how the hell they've gotten so much attention out of nowhere."

It's Y/N, who else could it be, I thought.

I tried to control all kinds of thoughts that were running through my head. I knew my ex-girlfriend's voice perfectly, and the one coming from the Dutchman's phone was quite similar to hers.

"Maybe it's a marketing strategy. At least that's what Fernando thinks," Max always had the Spaniard's name in his mouth. "What if it's a marketing strategy by some record label? It could be a plan to generate interest in an artist or a song."

"I highly doubt it. If they wanted to do that, the YouTube account wouldn't be named 151206010614."

Lewis appeared next to me out of nowhere. Quickly taking off his headphones, he also unplugged them from his phone, letting the song play at full volume.

"Seb, are you okay?" insisted the Brit.

"Yes, yes. I was just a bit distracted," I hurried to say.

He didn't seem very satisfied with my answer, but I didn't care. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was how much I wanted to get to the hospitality area, and how much I wanted to take a micro-nap at this point.

"Are you also distracted thinking about that anonymous person?"

"I can't be distracted by someone I know nothing about other than what I've heard from them," I replied, pointing to the three drivers who were still engrossed in the conversation about the topic.

"I've managed to hear a bit, yes," replied the dark-haired one. "I think I understand music a little more than they do. I'm almost sure it has nothing to do with a record label, and that someone simply uploaded it without any expectations. And look how it went from them."

I looked at him intrigued, understanding little to nothing of what he was saying.

"Since you look confused, I'll explain a bit," Hamilton continued, realizing that I didn't seem to understand much. "It seems they uploaded this song, which happens to be called Red, to YouTube," he hit play and put it on again, now from the beginning, "It seems to be about a failed relationship, but no one knows who sings it or what the real story behind it is."

"Does no one really know anything?" I insisted, finding the situation very strange.

Why was the voice only familiar to me? Could it be because today was Y/N's birthday, and everything reminded me of her much more than usual?

"The only thing we know is that the song is wonderful. Really, I don't know who’s behind this, but if they discover that girl, if it is a girl, and give her a chance, I’m almost sure she can achieve great things."

We decided to move a bit further down the pit lane, exchanging a few words with those we met. Lewis kept talking about the song. I couldn't stop thinking and analyzing the melody, the lyrics, the voice, and especially the user. I knew there was something hidden behind that combination of numbers, and now the priority of sleeping a bit before the first free practice session had taken a back seat.

I tried all possible combinations. Numbers from front to back, in pairs, trios, and even quartets, but nothing seemed to convince me. While the melody of Red continued to resonate from the Mercedes driver's iPhone, my mind kept trying to get the information because something inside me, which was nothing like the feeling I had every April 27th, knew it was Y/N.

I managed to come up with the supposed answer shortly after, recalling some of the important dates for us. If I divided the username into three different sections, with two pairs of numbers each, the first one corresponded to June 15th, 2006.

That was the day I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend. 

If that was right, the second pair of numbers corresponded to January 12th, 2014. I was no longer dating Y/N at that time, but I knew her perfectly, and not to brag, but I was convinced that date must be extremely important to her if it was alongside our anniversary.

I wish I could know what it is that about.

“Are you listening to me?”

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

In burning red

I ignored Lewis after hearing, for the first time paying extremely attention, that bridge. 

Somehow, the song described my feelings perfectly, and I didn’t know why I felt that way. I couldn’t let go of Y/N, not when she had been, and still was, the love of my life. 

I entered WhatsApp almost automatically and went into Y/N's profile. She had no profile picture, but I knew perfectly well that it was her because her contact was still saved with the same name. I quickly wrote to her that I knew it was her hiding behind the song and that somehow, I knew she was talking about me. 

I saw Britta approaching us quickly. She was also engrossed in her phone, her fingers constantly moving over it. I didn’t pay much attention to her because once I showed my desperation to Y/N, I moved on to conveying it to Hanna, trying to convince her to reveal that it was her best friend. 

“Seb, we need to talk,” Roeske hurried to say, almost out of breath. Her gaze was still fixed on her device.

“Britta, I can’t right now, I’m sending…”

“Sebastian Vettel, this is serious.”

When she yanked the phone from my hands and I made eye contact with her, I assumed things didn’t seem to be going very well. The moment she turned her gaze to Lewis and he walked away, patting me on the shoulder, I knew.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, quite angry. “Why are you acting like a neurotic who seems to have lost a million euros on a ridiculous bet?”

“I don’t want you to answer anything related to that song that went viral, Red. I’m telling you, Sebastian, don’t you dare answer anything about that damn song.”

And again, this was another sign that happened to make me feel like I hadn’t gone crazy.

“Sebastian, trust me,” Britta remained firm in her expression, crossing her arms. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because the song was uploaded by…”

“Y/N.”

I saw the answer in her eyes. I knew her and knew she longed to answer me and at the same time, she didn’t. 

Britta knew that, but I also had the feeling she seemed to want to hide something.

“It’s her the one singing, right?” I insisted, but she didn’t answer. “Britta, please: tell me.”

I was desperate, and it was more than obvious. A sigh and a few seconds filled with uncertainty preceded her response:

“If you already know, why do you ask me? You know the sunshine of your life, as you still call her, much better than I do. Of course it’s Y/N,” she revealed, lifting a great weight off my shoulders and, above all, making me believe I could have faith in the future.

[ethanlandryswhore]

Late once again.

Pairing: Non!GF Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Slight suggestive mentions, Cursing

Summary: After a wild night out, you wake up with Ethan in your bed, immediately panicking after realizing how late the two of you are for your 1:30 pm Econ class.

You blink your eyes awake, stirring slightly at the sound of light breathing coming from next to you. You wince, sorenesses taking over your body. Your legs tangle with someone else’s and as you gaze up you see Ethan Landry in your bed right next to you.

“Oh shit.” You mumble.

Looking down, your lack of decency both confuses and surprises you at the same time. Glancing away from Ethan, you slowly lift your head off his chest trying to gently untangle your legs from his.

Sitting up, the weight of your headache causes you to practically fall back down. Your hangover hits you hard as you rub circles into your temples, attempting to piece together what happened the previous night.

The smell of alcohol consumes your room and fills your nose the second you breathe in. Scanning the area around you, Ethan’s light blue polo shirt and the shorts you had worn to the party last night catch your eye immediately.

“Shit shit shit.” You repeat again. Slight panic fills your mind as you try not to move so much, way too afraid to wake the sleeping boy next to you.

Before your brain even allows you to panic, your heart can’t help but stop to take in all of Ethan’s features. The window next to your bed shines light into your room, the most perfect gaze of light shining onto Ethan’s face.

The hickeys that scatter his chest, neck, and collar bone seemingly glow due to the sun. His bed hair is unbelievably adorable and his lips part slightly as he breathes in and out ever so peacefully.

Your blanket covers the bottom half of his body, his black boxers slightly visible and his pants inside out on the floor next to your closed bedroom door.

His body is relaxed and calm, his chest rising and falling as his freckles practically sparkle in the sunlight and for a second you consider not getting out of bed. He looks way to angelic for you to want to leave.

Suddenly it occurs to you what woke you up. Or what didn’t wake you up. You scramble to pick up your phone and after realizing it was 1:20 pm on a Monday morning, your heart practically dropped.

“Ethan. Ethan, fuck, wake up.” You panic shaking your boyfriend awake. Ethan stirs gently, reaching up to block the sun out of his eyes as he opens them.

“Hm?” He hums, shifting around in your bed. He repositions himself and proceeds to try and pull the covers up past his chest.

“Baby, my alarm, it-it didn’t go off. We have to get up, like, now.” You say, turning over to face him and push his curls out from in front of his face.

You let the covers go, allowing Ethan to swaddle himself in them, your black lacy bra that had been previously covered, now showing.

“What?” Ethan asks again, opening his eyes fully to look at you. His voice is deep raspy from sleep.

“We’re going to be late for class, Ethan. Shit, what are we going to go? I completely forgot we had that lecture today.”

Ethan groans and grabs your body swiftly, causing you to basically fall on top of him. As he engulfs you in his arms, he pulls your entire body into his, allowing your head resting on top of his chest.

As if it were muscle memory, your arms wrap around his half nude body, kissing at his warm chest. He smells like roses and the cheap cologne you bought him for his birthday almost year ago.

His hands move to wrap around your shoulders as he kisses you on the temple, “Mm, stay in bed.” He mumbles, closing his eyes and now kissing your lips softly.

You shake your head and much to your own protest, pull away from him. Ethan only lets out soft groans of protest as you sit up on his chest facing him. His eyes open, squinting softly, his hands rub along your thighs tenderly.

“Baby, please.” He whines pouting his lip out, eyes now straining due to the sun.

“We can’t skip again, love. Mr. Brown said last Thursday was our final warning.” You say leaning down and kissing his swollen lips repeatedly.

Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes open fully scanning yours, “He did?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing.

You smile at the clueless boy, leaning over to get off of him. He moans softly at the loss of your comfort but you dismiss him with another soft peck to the face. Standing up out of bed, you sigh mumbling to yourself as Ethan rubs his eyes, attempting to rid them of sleep.

“Shit, wait, what time is it?” He asks reaching over to your side of the bed, seaching for your phone to check the time.

“It’s 1:20. Class starts at 1:30.” You say walking past him, heading toward your bathroom.

“Oh, Fuck.” He groans, slowly pulling himself out of bed to follow you.

“Damnit, I have to shower. We’re gonna be late for sure.” You sigh running your fingers through your hair.

Looking through the mirror you notice the top half of your body completely littered in hickey’s, each one bigger than the last. Your makeup has smudged and once again, you wonder what the hell happened last night.

Hastily, you turn on the shower water taking off your undergarments. Not waiting for the shower to warm up, you step in and shiver.

It hasn’t even been a minute before Ethan promptly opens the shower curtain and steps in with you. Before you can even ask, he kisses you, pulling your body onto to his.

“Eth-“ You start but he smirks, kissing you tenderly cupping your mouth onto his. He deepens the kiss but quickly pulls away, watching the water flow down your body.

“I'm sure they won't mind if we're late just this once, hm?”

[chunksworld]

A Helping Hand

ITZY Yuna x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)

A/N: Damn I've been so down bad for her lately. Thanks @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading.

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Clank. Clank. Clank.

Missed shots after missed shots—some of them aren’t even hitting the rim, that’s how bad it’s gotten. It’s safe to say that basketball practice isn’t going particularly well for you. You’ve had to resort to either passing the ball in the perimeter or going for a layup instead, which makes you easier to defend against. And it’s not like you were making your shots in shootaround either, the rim could probably be as wide as the ocean and you would still somehow miss it. It’s as if you forgot the fundamentals of the sport you grew to love and dedicate your life towards.

Nothing frustrates you more than when your shots aren’t falling. You’re a basketball player after all—well to be more exact, you are the school’s star basketball player and the team captain. Your teammates look up at you for inspiration and to lead them to victory every single game. Sure it’s just practice, but you didn’t get this far by slacking off and you want to lead by example. No one criticizes you more than your own self and perhaps it’s that double-edged sword that has led you to become so hard on yourself. It’s a trait that has led you to success but at times like this, you are your own worst enemy.

You make brief eye contact with your coach and the look of disappointment he gives you is so gut wrenching, his hands on his hips and his eyebrows furrowed. You can already hear the rant he’s about to give once scrimmage is over, he’s not exactly a player’s coach and just because you’re the star player does not mean that he’s going to be nicer to you—in fact, it’s the opposite. You’ve gotten yelled at in front of your teammates so many times that you’ve become numb to it. He wants the best from you as much as you want the best from yourself but his yelling is what you didn’t wanna hear at this very moment. All you want to do is get some rest and perhaps sleep it off.

“Cut! Cut!”

Coach yells and you’re scrambling to remember how to defend the play. He introduced it earlier during this practice but it obviously never stuck with you. You’re so distracted trying to remember m that you didn’t even realize that you’ve blown your defensive assignment as your opponent drives past you to receive the pass for an easy layup, following the coach’s instructions perfectly and you’ve absolutely lost it. It’s one thing to not make shots but it’s even worse that you can’t even defend properly. You might as well be a drill come out there. Enough is enough. 

“Fuck!”

The expletive rings throughout the gym, much louder than you’ve anticipated and your coach blows the whistle. Your teammates can only look at you in pity, they know how frustrating it is to be in your situation plus the wrath you’re about to receive is not going to be pretty. You stop in your tracks and pant heavily, sweat dripping down your face as the intensity of the scrimmage takes over you. Silence, except for your teammates also trying to catch their breath. Your coach then takes a slow walk towards you with his clipboard in hand and you are already bracing your eardrums for the berating but then signals all of the players to leave for the day and walks up to you with his clipboard in hand. Huh, guess he’s sparing you the embarrassment for today. He probably already knows that you’ve embarrassed yourself enough already.

“Listen, I don’t know if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning but I’m not having this okay? We’ve got a game later today and I need you to be completely focused and locked in. You’re not leaving this gym until you’ve made 100 threes in a row, got it?”

Somehow, that’s a better punishment than being yelled at in front of your teammates. You look pathetic as it is for their team captain and that would’ve made it worse. Maybe it was the prospect of getting yelled at but suddenly your shots were falling again, and it’s a great thing that it was a morning practice because it still took you five hours to make that many threes in a row. You were pretty sure that more threes than you’ve ever made in your entire career but it was all worth it. You were completely drained and exhausted and all you wanted to do was pass out. You found yourself laying on the hardwood floor and looking up on the banners, some of them you’ve helped raise in the rafters. It would be nice to ad—

“Tough practice, huh? Coach Lee looked like he was gonna knock your head off.” A familiar voice echoes throughout the empty gym. It’s the sound of a woman nonetheless and you’re damn sure that you must be hallucinating with how completely tired you are but that was immediately debunked the moment a basketball landed on your face. You look up and that signature bunny smile is enough to send your heart running throughout this facility. What the hell is she doing here? She’s never been here, hell does she even know what basketball is?

Shin Yuna. The school’s most popular student and the president of the student council—rumors has it that she’s turned down a record 200 male students during her time here so far (you can confirm at least 19 of those male students because everyone of your teammates have asked her out already). And it’s as clear as the bright blue skies as to why she’s highly sought after; insanely smart, stunning visuals, and an amazing body to go along with it (you definitely have not been taking notice of the last part, absolutely not). Plus, you see her face everywhere. There’s 100 clubs to join in this campus and she’s the leader for a handful of them. “Fuck me, did he broadcast to the entire school how shitty I was today?”

You lay back down on the hardwood floor, probably not good advice because your jersey is now completely dirty. But that’s the least of your concerns at this very moment. Yuna continues walking towards you, the heel of her boots making a resounding noise with each and every step. “No he didn’t, but I was running some errands and I wanted to stop by to check how our basketball team is doing and….” She sits down beside you, clearly she doesn’t care that her clothes are going to be dirty either.

“And you saw me being absolutely shit at the sport I’m supposed to be good at. Great.” What horrible timing, the student council president rarely visits and she just had to choose the worst day possible. You just want to bury a hole and dig yourself. 

And Yuna is either terrible at reading people’s emotions or she doesn’t care at all because her response was a smile as she sits closer to you, as if she’s shrugging off everything you just said. Can this day get any worse? “Well, everyone has bad days don’t they? I’m sure that LeBron Jordan guy had some bad shooting days as well.” Never mind, guess she has great intentions after all.

“Touché. But we have a game later so I need to figure the fuck out how to play again so will you be of any help, miss student council president?” You must have said something right because her face lights up like a light bulb. And you can only hope that whatever she does have in mind is actually going to be helpful.

“Well that can’t be good….” Her fingers trace your biceps, “As the president of the student council it’s my duty to ensure that our school’s star athlete can de-stress before the game right?” You’re only half focusing on her words at this very moment, her scalding touch the only thing occupying your mind as she continues to caress your arms.

Like a true basketball star, you’re figuring out her next play though like a simple pick and roll, it’s easy to decipher. You decide to let it play out anyways. “What are you trying to say?”

“How about……” Her fingers now reach for your face, her own visage now dangerously close to yours, “…I lend you a helping hand, how does that sound?”

As expected, it was the perfect read all along. The moment her lips mesh with yours and you could already feel all of this morning’s stress start to dissipate. You didn’t even hesitate to think about the potential repercussions, of the fact that two of the most influential figures on campus are about to engage in acts not appropriate for such a setting. Not when you feel how perfect her soft lips are on yours, clouding your judgment and throwing any sense of rationality out of the window. Your teammates would surely kill you if they found out that out of everyone on the team, it was you that’s getting such an opportunity with Yuna.

They’d surely be jealous because you’re the one viewing her beautiful features up close, not them. You’re the one caressing her curves and every other part of her heavenly body that have made her the wet dreams of every male student on campus. That you’re the one eliciting such lustful and throaty moans out of her as your lips trail down to her neck, your hands reaching out to her clothed busts to give them a gentle squeeze. It sounds so hot, Yuna sounds so fucking hot. And it’s a good thing that you’re wearing your basketball shorts and not your regular pants because you would definitely be in much more pain now with how hard you are.

“Fuck, a little stress relief is what I need as well….”

But it gets even worse the moment she straddles your lap, landing perfectly on the tent forming on your shorts and you inadvertently groan at the immense pleasure. She reverts back to kissing you before you could even muster up a verbal response, a more aggressive lip lock this time with tongues involved  as she slowly starts to grind on you. You could feel how wet she is under that skirt and your mind is already racing with the plenty of ways you want to take advantage of this opportunity. As much as you don’t want to stop kissing her, you don’t want it to stop at just this so you grab at the hem of your jersey but before you could remove it, she breaks away from the kiss. It’s only first base and yet she’s already ruined and so fucking pretty as always. “Is there a more private place?” 

Of course there is. You grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the empty locker room. As soon as the door is shut, you grab her by the waist and bring her to your lap again as you sit on the bench and resume your kissing. Busy hands immediately go to work trying to remove each other’s clothing. She gets rid of your jersey with ease while you have to work with removing her tie and lifting the blue top over her head; her bra coming off right after. Your mouth salivates at the sight of her perfectly shaped tits, round, petite, and nipples begging to be sucked. But as you were mere inches away, she got off of you to remove her skirt and panties (which were drenched as you predicted. You do the same with your shorts and boxers, throwing them to the side. Both of your shoes come flying off as well.

You’re both finally fully naked. Your cock twitching as precum oozes from the tip due to intense arousal, there in front of you lies a naked Yuna. Whereas other guys have to imagine what she looks like, you could actually view her in this state. A gorgeous face paired with a body sculpted by the gods themselves, curves that can only be compared to that of an hourglass, her clean shaven pussy, her inner thighs already drenched, and those legs that you just want wrapped around you. But with how she’s biting and licking her lips, you’re not the only one completely turned on. “You can take a picture of me to jack off to later, but I want you to fuck me now please.”

And who are you to turn down such a request? She mounts you once again, this time making sure to aim her opening at your tip. You both moan at the first contact, electricity surging through your bodies but you fight through it. You bring her lips to yours, arms wrapped around her body as you aid her in completely taking you inside her. “A-Ahhh fucc-k!” Her nails immediately dig into your shoulder and back as she pulls away from the kiss. Yuna is tight, so amazingly and mind-blowingly tight despite how wet she is. And it doesn’t seem like she’s a virgin either because she seems like she knows what she’s doing. You, on the other hand, haven’t had sex in ages and yet your carnal desire for her is what’s driving you. “So fucking b-big!”

“And you’re so tight….shit.”

Eventually, she's able to take your length all the way inside her. But with how tight she is, you will definitely rearrange her guts by the time you two are finished. That’s the least of your concerns right now, however. as she begins to roll her hips. The pleasure is overwhelming and the effects of not having any intercourse in quite a while is starting to rear its ugly head as every single movement of her hips is driving you crazy. You pull her even closer to you, causing her to squeal as no inch of space is left between the two of you. Once you are able to overcome the initial onslaught of pleasure, you begin to thrust up inside her as well. And this causes Yuna to wrap her long, luscious legs around you as her nails leave scratch marks on your back and shoulders. “F-Fuck me hard just like that, please!” Her moans are a beautiful symphony of curses, inaudible phrases, and your name uttered in the sexiest way possible. You would gladly listen to it until the day you die. Maybe you could have her relieve your stress all the time if this is what you get at the end.

And you would kiss her to prevent anyone from hearing her moans but the place is empty so it’d be useless so instead you do what you’ve been dying to do ever since earlier, and that’s to taste her breasts. It doesn’t help that they jiggle deliciously in front of you as every thrust of your hips meet her bounces. You dive down and capture them with your lips, focusing on her left breast first and licking the stiff, brown nipple with your tongue. Her whimpers only serve as encouragement, switching to the right nipple and giving it the same treatment that it deserves. Your fingers, on the other hand, are carefully massaging her saliva-drenched left breast. You repeat this over and over, making sure they get enough appreciation from you. She stops grinding her hips at some point because of the immense pleasure and you paused your thrusting as well, and if she didn’t grab you by the chin for a kiss you wouldn’t have noticed as well.

A deep, passionate makeout then ensues as she starts to grind her hips again, her hands pushing your face further towards hers into a sloppy serenade of pure unadulterated need towards each other. A string of saliva follows as you both pull away from oxygen, the lust in her eyes only strengthening with time. “Don’t lie, you’ve been dreaming of sucking my tits don’t you?” The remark catches you off guard and makes you laugh. The answer is obvious, if she wants to hear it then you’ll gladly tell her. 

“Fucking hell Yuna, I don’t think there’s any guy out there that doesn’t.” Hell, you want to suck them again at this very moment but you don’t want to be selfish. She also has her needs after all.

The grinding of her hips turns into bouncing again, and the slapping of skin on skin begins to reverberate in the empty locker room. “Exactly. S-So take advantage of this opportunity—shit—and give me your all.” You don’t want to be told twice; you bury your face on her chest as you thrust up at a frantic pace. Her moans only get louder as you piston your cock inside her pussy—that’s still so amazingly tight—relentlessly, making sure that they’ll mold to your shape. Soon, those moans turn into whimpers as she rests her chin on your shoulders and her hot breath going directly through your ears as she continuously whispers sweet nothings—completely delirious from how good of a fucking she’s receiving from you. It’s so pure, it’s so carnal, and it’s so fucking hot the way your moans combine with the slapping of wet skin and the squelches of her pussy as you continue to pound up into her. 

But you two are humans after all and can only receive and give so much pleasure, and it doesn’t really take long for Yuna to completely unravel—only three more minutes to be exact. You could already feel it with how much tighter she’s gotten, so tight that you might just reach your orgasm the same time as her. It takes you gritting your teeth and closing your eyes because looking at her pleasure-stricken face with her tongue sticking out and eyes rolled to the back of her head along with her unreal visuals is going to completely cause you to become undone. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna come please. Make me come, fuck me just like that I’m so fucking close….” But you’d rather attack her neck with kisses and bites anyways, the combined smell of her sweat and lavender perfume only driving you crazier and crazier. Like a mantra, she repeats her wish along with incoherent whispers but it’s at a particularly rough thrust as she comes down hard in your lap that sets off the explosions.

“FFUCKK!”

It’s so fucking hot. The way her nails cling to your back, now probably leaving scratches that will surely take weeks to disappear. The way her luscious thighs constrict your waist. The way she grabs onto your face and pulls you towards her for a kiss. It’s all too overwhelming and it takes every single fiber of your being not to join her as her hot and tight walls attempt to squeeze you for all the cum you have, and you just might. Her juices immediately flood both of your crotches as her orgasm completely overrides her, taking a few minutes to subside as you continue to thrust your hips up to her at a slower and gentle pace. She doesn’t stop grinding her hips either, her moans now turning into whimpers while she continues to make-out with you, and with everything that’s already happened you know you’re not too far away from joining her. Yuna pulls away from the kiss and she whispers the words you’ve been dying to hear, her eyes filled with cock-filled lust in the aftermath of her post-orgasm haze. “Fucking cum in me.”

You’re embarrassed the way it immediately turns you on, as if a switch is flipped inside your brain that wants one thing and one thing only: Yuna. So with the remaining strength you have, you place your hands underneath her thighs and made sure that she’s wrapped tightly around you before standing up to effectively fuck her in stand and carry. The new position has her screaming and yelling as gravity aids in impaling her into your shaft, your cock now reaching places inside her that you couldn’t do so earlier. You bounce her on your length before walking over to your locker and pressing her back onto the cold surface, making her shiver. With support, you continue to thrust into her at an unrelenting pace and due to the sensitivity from her orgasm, it doesn’t take too long for her to come undone once again. You must’ve discovered a specific bundle of nerves inside her because she bites into your shoulder with a scream and begging you to fuck her hard once again, every thrust has her wrapping her arms around tour neck tighter and the feeling of such a perfect body like hers against yours is truly mindblowing. 

She’s completely rag-dolled into your arms at this point and it only took a few more thrusts before she lost herself. The sight is perfect and unsullied, not even the most expensive paintings in the world could rival her face at this very moment. It’s all beautiful and lewd at the same time. It’s an orgasm that’s somehow even stronger than her first one. “S-So fucking good!” Yuna’s juices immediately start to flood your length and drip down to the floor below; the added lubrication now making it easier to thrust in and out of her and she must’ve noticed how much your cock has been twitching ever since her orgasm because she doesn’t stop bouncing on your cock despite her sensitivity, in fact she’s working twice as hard. No words exchanged for a while as she’s still trying to recover from the intensity of her orgasm while you’ve been rendered speechless by how intense your orgasm is going to be as well. Instead she kisses you as a way of showing thanks, nibbling and pulling on your lower lip as you let her do all the work. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach and you have to inform her sooner or later so you pull away from the kiss but it seems like she already knows.

“Y-Yuna, where—“

She gives you a nod, then a peck on the lips. Her eyes are once again filled with lust and that’s the only green light you need. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked like that so it’s only right for me to return the favor. I want your cum inside me please.” Such words have never been more enticing and seducing. With a loud groan, the first shot of cum is emptied into Yuna’s freshly fucked pussy. And then some more; each thrust of your hips delivers a shot of cum fucked deep into her needy womb. Each thrust makes all of the stress and anguish of today go away. You can’t count how many shots you’ve unloaded but it’s enough to stain your balls and flood the gaps between where your cock and her pussy meet—all of it dripping down onto the floor below. Another makeout session ensues, your tongues lazily dancing with one another as you continue to thrust your cock inside her to make sure no drop of cum is wasted. But it really doesn’t matter because a copious amount of semen drips out of her pussy the moment you pull out, and you’re completely shocked by how much you filled her. It’s truly a testament to how good she fucked you.

“Shit. Yuna, I–” 

Yuna interrupts you with a kiss. “It’s fine, I wanted your cum and I got it. And it looks like you were really stressed.” She points towards the pool of cum on the floor, weeks worth deposited inside her and you can’t help but be embarrassed. “Either that or I really turned you on.” Heat rises up to your cheeks and you want to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it once again. There’s no denying that she didn’t; she’s definitely the best woman you’ve ever had sex with and it doesn’t even come close. And the sight of her post-sex is only making you want to fuck her again—her inner thighs glazed with your cum, her perfect body covered with sweat, and her face looking thoroughly fucked. Your cock twitches at the sight and she smirks, walking over to you and slowly wrapping her fingers around your length and pumping it at a leisurely pace. 

“Hmm. Looks like you’re still hard for me, how about I fix that?” It truly must be your lucky day today because she dragged you to the showers and quickly got on her knees, taking your length inside her mouth and effectively cleaned both of your juices off of it with her skillful tongue. Despite already one orgasm down the drain, the opportunity to paint her face with your cum is the only thing you need to get going again. Yuna continues to bob her head up and down your cock, her hands massaging your balls as if to make sure to receive your full load again. Your groans and the lewd sound of her mouth overpowers the sound of the intense water pressure of the shower. And with how turned on you’ve been, it doesn’t take too long before you unload spurts after spurts of cum on her face. She looks so damn beautiful, yet so ruined at the same time. “We taste so good together, we should do this more often…” 

Thankfully the rest of the shower time was actually used to clean up and ten minutes later, you two are dressed up again as if nothing happened. “Good luck out there, champ. I’ll be cheering for you.” Yuna gives you one final kiss, giving you an extra boost as if you weren’t motivated enough already. Then she flashes her signature wide smile that has caused hundreds of men to fall in love with her, and you’re about to be added on to that list. Fucking hell. 

“Here’s my number by the way. Feel free to stop by my dorm once you guys win, your student council president will have a special prize for you.”

[kesujo]

Other Plans - Part 1 of 3

Continuation of 'The Ifs and Buts of a Relationship'. If you don't want their innocent image to be destroyed, I would recommend steering clear ;D

I woke up to the feeling of the warm sun beating down on my eyelids. Something soft was resting on my cheek. My pillow?

Unwilling to wake up, I tried to lift my arm to block the sunlight, but found it was trapped by Jessi's arm.

I opened my eyes to see the white ceiling, blocked by strands of caramel-brown hair. This made me realize that during the night, she had crawled on top of me.

The hair blocking my vision also made me realize that the soft thing resting on my cheek wasn't my pillow, but her hair. How could her hair be so soft, even after not showering yesterday?

I lifted my head as much as I could to look at the clock. But when I noticed how the clock was different than the one I had at home, I suddenly remembered: we went to a karaoke place to celebrate my birthday yesterday, and had fallen asleep in a bed they provided for us.

However, the displayed time of 10:34 drained away all sleepiness I had. Oh no, I already wasted so much time just sleeping. Where's my laptop..? and then a sinking feeling in my stomach told me that I left it at home. Great, I thought and audibly groaned.

Since my arms and legs were trapped by Jessi's bear hug, I pondered what I could do to try and wake her up. Then, the realization hit me; we fell asleep around 1:30 yesterday, which means she only has slept for about 9 hours. I cringed at what her reaction might be when she wakes up, but started coming up with ideas anyway.

After debating with myself for a couple of minutes, I finally settling on one, I turned over to her face and pecked her cheek. "Jessi~" I cooed softly.

She didn't budge. I tried again, except this time planting a kiss right next to her eye. "Jessi~" I called to her once again. She stirred and made some kind of a noise, but otherwise, fell back asleep.

I sighed, thinking for sure that doing that would work. I really didn't want to go to my final resort; but I was willing and prepared to deal with anything, as long as I could get home quickly.

I lifted my head a little and planted a kiss right behind her ear. "Mph," Jessi groaned, turning us over so that I was on top of her now. I tried to escape, but her grip remained as hard as steel. I can't believe I'm actually doing this again, I thought as I lowered my head a little and planted another kiss right behind her ear, following it up by nibbling on her earlobe lightly "Mm," her groan turned into a soft moan.

I had learned of her magic spot while we were still a couple in high school. Don't ask me how I learned it, I just did.

"You haven't done that in forever," I heard Jessi's husky morning voice tell me.

I was a bit surprised Jessi didn't just hit me and fall back asleep again, like she usually did. Then again, I had never used this technique to wake her up before. I rolled off her, but this only caused us to switch our positions again. "Well, I really need to get back home so--"

She pecked me, cutting my words short. Why was she suddenly kissing me so much? Yesterday too, at the restaurant ...

"I had already planned something for today, but it's not until around 12," she informed me.

I whined. "I can't just ditch my research now, I--" but was cut off as she captured my lips again, making it last longer than last time.

When she pulled back, I looked at her with a confused expression. "Why are you kissing me so much recently?"

She pouted, which made my heart melt, despite her messy hair and her tired eyes. "Why can't I?"

"Well, because--" I tried to explain, but couldn't actually find a reason. "Because ... most best friends don't kiss each other?"

She gave me a gentle smile. "Well, we aren't 'most people', are we?"

I sighed, anticipating this response. "Yeah, I guess," I admitted in defeat.

"Plus, I'm practicing for something," she continued. I cocked my eyebrows.

"For what? Did you audition for a play recently that I wasn't aware of?"

She shook her head. "I signed us up for a recording of a porno," she told me calmly.

I almost gagged on the air I was breathing in. "Wh-What?" I asked, brain spinning with shock. Did Jessi seriously just say "porno"? And she signed us up for it? And how could she be so calm about it?

"So since there obviously will be a lot of kissing involved, I want us to get used to each other again," she continued, still calm. Before I could barrage her with questions, she opened her mouth again. "Oh yeah, and we're filming it with someone experienced, so there's no need to worry about her."

My brain was still spinning. Did she honestly expect me to have sex with her and her friend in front of a camera, where the producers would most likely post the video on some website and ruin my reputation? I know it seems selfish, especially if Jessi really wanted to do this and was just good at hiding her love for me or something, but the information I just received clouded my mind.

I half expected her to say "gotcha!" or something, but after a moment of silence, I realized she wasn't going to. I opened my mouth to speak, brain throwing around a million questions to ask her. "So you're going to get used to kissing me, but not actually having sex with me?"

I mentally facepalmed. Why did I have to ask that? Of all the things--

"Oh, that's a good point," she said, releasing her grip on me to place a finger on her lips in a thinking fashion. Although most people did this for the purpose of being cute, Jessi actually naturally did this, which made it all the cuter. "We should practice, shouldn't we?"

As she was reaching for the hem of her shirt, I scooted back. "No no no, I didn't mean--" but I was cut off as she reached a hand for my pants. Somehow, she managed to strip off her shirt and pants in the time I had said six words. "Wait," I said, grabbing her wrist. "We aren't honestly going to do this, are we?"

She looked at me. "Well, you don't want to be underprepared when we arrive, do you?"

"I mean, we aren't honestly going to be going to this recording of a porno, right?"

She looked at me in a sort of disbelieving fashion. "Why would I lie? I never lie," she pouted.

It was true; she never did lie. To me, at any rate.

"But--" I stammered, confused beyond belief. Why would Jessi do this? Did she honestly fall in love with me? She could have just told me instead of signing us up for something like this.

She took advantage of my confusion and grabbed a hold of the rim of my pajama pants and pulled down, leaving me only in my boxers, and her in her underwear. "Hey--" but once again was cut off when she climbed on top of me. It's not like I haven't seen Jessi in only her underwear, or that we have never been together without much clothing; heck, we sometimes took baths and showers together. But something in her eyes made me shudder: a glimmering hint of mischievousness.

"Jessi," I whined, causing her to smile. Just like her aegyo always made me smile, mine always made her smile. But otherwise, I hated using it with other people. It just made me feel awkward.

"Yes?"

"Why did you sign us up for a recording of a porno again?" I finally managed to ask the question bugging me.

She sat on the space right below my groin. "Well, I found this website a week ago. On this website, you could share stories and read other people's stories," she explained. So this is why, in the past week, I sometimes found her focusing so hard on her computer screen sometimes. "And after reading some stories, I came across this story that contained a chapter of the characters having sex with each other." My face paled. I could see where this was going, but that's not why my face paled. The thought that came into my mind was so disturbing, I began praying to God that the one night where Jessi actually slept by herself wasn't because what I think it was. "So after reading that, I got really turned on and started searching for other smuts." Noticing my confused expression, she went on to explain. "Smuts are like stories or one-shots, which are basically short stories that last no more than one or two chapters, that contain sex." A mixture of an understanding and an even more disturbed expression came across my face.

Seeing my expression, Jessi giggled. "Your face is so cute right now," she cooed, completely breaking out of her serious explaining tone to rub her cheek on mine. I had flinched when she was lowering her face, thinking that she was going to kiss me again. Not that I didn't like her kisses, its just that right now, my innocent and pure image of Jessi was being destroyed right before my eyes. Or ears, I guess.

"Ok, so anyway," she went on, changing her tone in an instant. "So you know the one night a few days ago where I decided that I would sleep alone?" I nodded with eyes opened wide. Please, don't tell me she -- "I had done all my planning that night, including the sushi restaurant yesterday for dinner, karaoke yesterday night, and now the recording today. I figured you have been a virgin for too long, so I thought 'why not?' and signed us up," she said. I sighed a breath of relief. It wasn't what I thought it was, thank god.

She caught this and looked at me curiously. "What, did you think I was doing something else?"

I shook my head frantically, but still, she grinned. My stomach sank. "Did you think I was masturbating?"

I covered my face with my hands. I was unwilling to show my embarrassed face to her.

"Well, actually," she continued, causing my stomach to sink even further. Oh no ... she really did masturbate? "I did a little that night," she said, as if suddenly recalling. Seeing my pale face, she continued. "It was only so today wouldn't be my first time, because from the stories I read, the first time always hurt, and I didn't want to worry you with that."

Despite my completely destroyed image of her, I couldn't help but smile a bit. Even in a situation like that, she didn't stop thinking about others.

The moment was broken when she reached behind her back and undid her bra strap. "So are you ready?"

"No," I said, suddenly panicking as she threw her bra somewhere in the room and moved to removed her panties. Were we really going to have sex now? My best friend, whom I have known for about 20 years, and I were honestly going to do this right now?

"Why are you panicking so much?" she asked, looking down at me curiously after throwing her panties to join her bra.

"Well," I said, voice shaking. "I'm sorta about to get raped by my best friend--"

"Your hot best friend," she interrupted me, grinning. I felt something grab my arms, but I ignored it; I had to get an answer from her.

"Sure, hot best friend, someone I've known for the majority of my life. I mean, we aren't even a couple, and suddenly, we're about to have sex today. Who wouldn't be panicking?"

She rested her lower body on mine, supporting her upper body and her head with the arms, which were right next to my bare shoulders. "Me?"

The simple question suddenly created a question. "If you aren't in love with me, then how could she be so casual about this, as if this were normal?" I asked, accidentally speaking my mind.

Before I could hit myself for being so reckless, she answered. "Well, honestly, the smuts I have been reading made me realize how hot you actually are, and what it would be like to--"

"Ok, thanks," I cut her off, not wanting her to finish that sentence.

She grinned at me. "Aw, are you still shy about having sex with me?" she cooed, which was extremely strange because her cute voice saying the word "sex" completely threw off everything. "Well, its ok," she continued. "I'll make sure I get you horny enough," she said, once again smirking her mischievous smirk.

My eyes grew wide. Oh god, what was she going to do?

The whole conversation distracted me as I suddenly felt something cold attach itself to both my wrists. I looked up and was shocked to find that she had handcuffed my hands to the bedposts of the bed we were on.

She lowered herself onto me, pressing her breasts into my bare chest. I groaned, trying to wriggle out from under her, but to no avail. "And also," she breathed into my ear. "How do you know that I'm not in love with you?"

She didn't give me a chance to respond as she placed her mouth on my jaw, right under my left ear. The kiss sent electricity flying from that spot, causing my breath to quicken; it was my most sensitive spot, one that Jessi had discovered recently and always used to abuse me.

She nibbled the skin lightly, causing the electricity to intensify. "Jessi," I groaned, trying to bring my hands down to pull her off me. This did nothing except make a shackling sound, telling me that escaping from it was futile. I tried anyway, despite the small amount of pain I was beginning to feel from it.

"Jinnie, don't do that," she said in a worried tone, suddenly stopping and reaching her arms out to touch my wrists. However, this caused her body to stretch, causing her breasts to push more into me. I bit back another groan.

Her touch pacified my attempts of escape. When the shackling sound stopped, she looked back at me. "And by the way, this is your fault," she told me, moving her mouth right above mine.

"Wh--"

"You nibbling my ear this morning really turned me on," she whispered. Frick, really? "And you're the one who suggested this," she whispered, attaching her mouth to my jaw again.

"Jessi," I groaned. "Stop..." I said softly, straining to escape my handcuffs again, but only filling the room with the sound of shackles shaking.

She ignored me and let her hands explore my body, running her hand across my pecs and my chiseled abs. The sexy aura she was giving off, from both her actions and the general atmosphere caused me to shiver; needless to say, her plan was working out quite well.

"Hmm," she hummed, moving her mouth off my jaw and onto my lips again. As she ran her hands down my sides sensually, her tongue licked at my lips, begging for entrance, which I denied. I was still trying to get over the fact that Jessi was doing this in the first place. And even more that I didn't mind, and that I might even like it.

Realizing I wasn't going to give her entrance, she started to attack my lips, trying to force her tongue inside. Concentrating all my attention on keeping her out, I didn't even realize she was pulling off my boxers until her bare skin made contact with mine.

"Mph!" I said in surprise, diverting my attention a bit, which was all Jessi needed to plunge her tongue into my mouth. Since when did she learn to be such a good multitasker? I wondered as she battled me for access to my mouth while grinding my hips with hers, creating extremely pleasurable friction. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by this feeling.

"Mmm," we both moaned into each other's mouths. My attempt to escape the handcuffs became more frantic. Despite doing two things at once, Jessi managed to win the fight and was now deepening the kiss, only to have to separate for air after a few seconds.

I looked up at her wearily as she propped herself with her arms, this time resting on my chest. She smiled down at me. "Turned on yet?"

I raised my eyebrows. Was she honestly asking me that? Before I could answer, she dove down once again, this time aiming for my neck. "Hey--" but I was cut off as Jessi nipped at the skin on my neck. "What--" I started again, but once again was cut off as she grabbed more of my skin with her lips and brushed her teeth on it. Then, she bit down.

"Mm!" I mumbled in surprise, pain pinching my skin. "What--"

"I learned that people usually do that in the smuts I read," she informed me after coming back up.

I rolled my eyes. "Because everything you read online is true, right?" She pouted. I grinned at her. "I'm just teasing. But won't it leave a mark?" Her only answer was a nod, followed by a teasing smile. I frowned, which only caused her smile to trickle down to her mouth, showing off her perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth.

She bent down slightly and started to grind me again, placing kisses all across my chest. I squirmed, having already stopped trying to escape the handcuffs as I realized it was pointless. "Jess, what are you doing?" I asked while struggling under her.

"Shh," she told me, bringing her hand to my chest and tracing my abs. I shivered at her touch. Something in my lower region started to hurt a little, but I was distracted as she brought her mouth down to it and replace her finger with her tongue, using it to trace my abs instead. My breathing started to quicken again. Suddenly, Jessi stopped and laughed lightly. "Your little friend is trying to greet my thigh," she told me, giggling.

"What--?" then I realized what she meant by 'little friend' as I realized what the pain in my lower region was. I tried to hide my blush, but my hands were cuffed to the bedposts.

She noticed this and lit up right away. "Awww, your blushing!" she cooed, completely breaking out of the sexy character.

"Shut up," I told her softly, trying to hide my face.

"It's so cute!" she told me, smiling brightly and kissed my cheeks.

"Mmm," I groaned, trying to avoid her lips, but to no avail.

After she was finally done, she got back up to look at me. "Ok, so I was thinking we could cover two things at once," she told me, turning her body around so her legs her facing me. "So you know what to do, right?" she asked, scooting down and parting her legs as she got closer to my face.

"Um...?" I tried to look at her but was blocked by the sight of a pink muscle that seemed to part away from a slit, the muscle glistening from something. It was producing so much heat that I could feel it, even though I was about six inches away from it.

She stopped moving. "Wait, you don't?" she asked like it was the strangest thing in the world.

"Should I?" I asked back.

"69?" she tried to hint to me. The number rang a bell: my friends in high school and college would always use the number whenever possible. So one time, confused, I asked them what it meant. Then, I remembered: it was a sex position which involved both partners facing opposite directions, stimulating each other simultaneously. So that meant that I had to-- "I guess I'll tell you what to do," Jessi said, taking my silence as confusion, scooting down so the pink muscle was barely an inch away from my lips. "Ok, so first, kiss it," she told me.

Tentatively, I closed the gap and placed my lips on the glistening pink muscle in front of me. "Ng!" she moaned, bucking her hips into my face, causing the glistening thing to cover my face, which I discovered was sticky and somewhat sweet. Surprised by this action, I tried to back away, but her legs had already trapped my head.

"Mph!" I exclaimed in surprise as she pushed my face into her with her legs, causing my face to meet the sticky liquid once again, my nose brushing a stub.

"Ng!" she moaned again, pushing my face into the pink muscle again.

"Jessi!" I yelled, or tried to as my voice was slightly muffled, as my lips tasted the sweet liquid again. However, this seemed to catch her attention.

"O-Oh, sorry," she panted, releasing her grip on my head. All the moaning had intensified the pain, which I hoped to God Jessi didn't notice. "O-Ok, and I also have to practice giving you blowjobs," she told me.

Wait--! I thought as I felt something warm and wet wrap around my dick. "Unf," I groaned as she began taking more and more of my shaft into her mouth.

"Heh, ru habe tu du shumhing tu," she said, mouth still full. Realizing what she just said was incomprehensible, she released her grip on my dick with an audible pop! before speaking again. "You have to do something too," she told me, using her legs to push my head towards her vagina.

I reluctantly met the muscle with my lips, causing her to shiver as she took my member into her mouth again. The pleasure from the suction Jessi was providing was extremely distracting though, which left me doing nothing except making a sort of making out motion with it, licking the slit and the semi-sweet liquid coating it. However, she seemed to be enjoying it as her moans constantly vibrated down my shaft, in turn causing me to moan.

She began to take more of my shaft, moving down a little, and then moving back up, all they while licking it continuously. I held back a moan, releasing the sudden burst of pleasure by randomly inserting my tongue into her slit.

She didn't hold back as she let out a throaty moan, using her legs to push my tongue in more, desperate for more contact. I complied and pressed my mouth as far as I could against her labia and stuck my tongue as far as I could. "Nng!" she moaned, thrusting into my tongue. I tried to follow her thrust, but my tongue felt trapped in between some kind of walls inside. So instead of thrusting, I started to move it side to side, exploring anything I could. "Nnn..." she moaned once again before taking the whole of my shaft into her mouth. I was glad I had shaved my pubic hair, as she also took my balls into her mouth. I heard her gag a bit, but I was too distracted to what I was doing pay much attention to that, other than the fact that the immense amount of pleasure I was receiving from it occasionally caused me to send vibrations down into Jessi, causing her to squirm a bit more.

Before long, I started to feel pleasurable pressure build up near my stomach area that continued to build up as Jessi continued her menstruations. Feeling a rush of something, I increased my pace, desperate for the pressure to build up. We had both begun to sweat, the salty-ness of the sweat mixing in with the sweetness of Jessi's liquid. As I continued though, the muscles surrounding my tongue tightened even more, but this proved no problem to the rush of adrenaline/hormones I was experiencing right now.

The pressure started to become overwhelming, so overwhelming that I started to fight against the handcuffs again in a desire to push Jessi's head deeper onto my dick. Instead, I bucked up into her face, forcing her to gag a little. "Jessi..." I moaned again, once again sending vibrations inside Jessi. She squirmed even more, once again thrusting into my face, which was already sticky with the liquid pouring out of her slit.

"Nnngg, Jiinnnniiieee" she let out a drawn out moan, sending vibrations down my shaft. In response to the pleasure, I thrusted upwards into her mouth, desperate for more. The pace of her moving on my shaft also quickened, tongue frantically licking, flicking, and wrapping itself around my dick.

I continued to thrust, the pressure clouding all judgment, including the concern that I might be hurting her. "Hnn," I moaned again, not able to speak much as my brain had basically shut down at this point. "Hnn..." the pressure was reaching a climax. "HNnn ..." I felt the pressure become overwhelming. "HN ... "HN!" I thrusted one final time before releasing all the pressure that had built up in my stomach.

The release caused me to suddenly feel tired, which slowed down my thrusting into Jessi, but she took care of that as I could feel her coming to the same climax from her growingly louder and constant moans and quicker and harder thrusts. "Jinnie..." she moaned, mouth already off my dick. "Jin--Jin--JINNIE!" she screamed her high-pitched dolphin scream as a huge rush of the sticky liquid. Since my mouth was already situated at only exit, the liquid squirted into my mouth, some dribbling off my lips as I attempted to swallow it.

As I licked the last drops off my face, she turned herself around to face me again before resting her head on my chest. "Are we ready yet?" I asked her, exhausted.

"No, one more thing," she told me. "I just want to rest for now."

I remained passive at this news; I had initially thought that having sex with her would lead to awkwardness between us, but that clearly didn't happen.

After a minute or so, she reached for the cabinet next to the bed and reached for the top drawer, pulling out a key. She once again stretched against my body to reach the handcuffs, drawing a soft moan out of me.

Unfortunately, she heard this and stopped. "I should make sure you won't just run away huh," she said, almost to herself as she retreated her hand. Frick. Stupid mouth, I cursed my mouth as she placed the key on top of the cabinet.

"And how are you going to--Unf!" I was cut off as she had wrapped her silky legs around mine and started to hump me. "Jess," I moaned, starting to feel my breath quicken yet again. She placed her lips on my jawline again and started to nip at every inch of skin she could find. "Mmm," I hummed with pleasure, allowing my head to fully rest on the pillow as I closed my eyes. Before long, my little friend began to poke Jessi again.

She stopped when she felt it and reached for the key, but not before giving a sly grin to me. I groaned and facepalmed with the pillow. How could she still be so playful?

"Ok, aand," she said, straining against my body once again as she fumbled with the key and the handcuff. I bit my lips, holding back a moan. "Darn it," I heard her mumble as I heard the keys being dropped. She stretched even more to reach it, pressing her breasts more into my bare chest. I bit down harder, drawing a little bit of blood from my lips. "Ok, I got it," she mumbled to herself, raising herself again. But as soon as she grabbed the bedpost, her hand slipped, causing her to fall back down on the bed.

"Ng..." I moaned, unable to hold it back. "Jess, you're doing this on purpose," I accused her.

"No, why would I do that on purpose?" she asked innocently, but her shaking body said something else. Usually, when Jessi was suppressing his laugh, it usually was transferred into her body.

"Yah, you did that on purpose!" I told her, but was silenced when she humped me again, since her legs where still interlocked with mine.

"I won't unlock the handcuffs if you keep on complaining," she told me. I had already heard the key go in, but she had yet to turn it.

"What?" I whined, pulling against the handcuffs again, but was humped yet again by Jessi.

"I said shh," she told me, turning the key. As soon as she let my hands free, she caught them with her hands and pinned me to the bed. Then, she turned to look at me. "Now, are you going to do what I tell you to?" she asked me. I looked at her wearily, but after a few seconds of silence, I yelped as she humped me again.

"Ok ok," I said, submitting. I was the guy; why did she have so much power over me? I easily answered myself: I was extremely sensitive to this type of stimulation, which Jessi always abused to get what she wanted.

She smiled, releasing her grip on my hands and flipping us around, so I was on top now. "Ok, so I'm going to explain everything first, and then you do it, ok?" I nodded. "Ok, so first you place your mouth on my breast, doesn't matter which one, and start licking slash nipping slash whatever. Meanwhile, you use your finger to insert it into my pussy," she explained, still using a calm voice, despite the harsh language. Which I found amazing, to be honest.

I started to move down, but was stopped when Jessi touched my head lightly. "Oh yeah, and you don't want to be too quick about putting your finger into my pussy," she explained. "It makes it more exciting for me or something, I think," she told me.

Keeping the strange bit of info in mind, I moved down until I was level with her chest. I moved my right hand down and lowered my head, taking her right breast into my mouth. "Hn" she moaned when my lips touched her skin. I started to lick the smooth skin, running over a stub of some kind.

Apparently, this was a sensitive spot, as when I did, she moaned loudly and bucked her chest up. Unprepared for this, more of her breast entered my mouth, causing the nub, probably her nipple, to brush my tongue again. "Nn," she moaned, pushing my head down onto her breast, desperate for more. I had no choice but to accept it, breathing only from a small opening from my nose.

Meanwhile, my hands were occupied on Jessi's legs. I had remembered what she had said, and placed my hand on the inside of her thighs, a few inches away from her pussy. I had forgotten about it until she had pushed my head into her breast; realizing just putting it there wasn't achieving anything, I moved it a bit closer. I heard her gasp softly. I grinned in satisfaction and began to rub the spot where my hand stopped.

"Ung, Jinnie," she moaned, trying to maneuver herself down onto my fingers. I had already anticipated this and used my left hand and right leg to trap her hips, making sure she wouldn't be able to move. I moved my finger a little closer, continuing to rub her skin. "Hng," she moaned again, trying once again to buck into my fingers, but failing.

I flicked her nipple with my tongue a few times, earning a few more moans and another push downwards. Afterwards, I found a suitable pattern: lick, lick, swirl, lick, swirl, swirl, suck, swirl. I heard her breathing starting to quicken yet again.

I slowly inched my hand upward, starting to trace small circles inside her thigh along the way. As I got further up, I started to encounter more and more of the sticky liquid.

I stopped right before I reached her pussy lips. When I got here, I drew a line right outside the edge of the pink muscle. "Ng! Jinnie!" she moaned, bucking downwards again, but failing again. "Fuck..." she moaned, trying to close her legs, but was blocked by my own legs. "W-Why did I t-tell you to do this..." she said in short, ragged breaths. I responded by giving her nipple a light bite. "Un!" she screamed in pleasure, both bucking up and pushing my head down.

Deciding I had teased her enough, I put two of my fingers on her pussy lips, tracing the outline of the sopping wet muscle. She moaned, once again bucking, but once again being held in place. I switched breasts, placing my mouth on her left one.

While I was tracing the slit, I had brushed a nub, causing her to violently buck into my fingers, this time achieving what she had been trying to achieve for the last few minutes. "Hng," she moaned as I pushed my fingers into her, leaving only my knuckles outside of her.

Figuring I might as well continue, I started to push my fingers in and pull them back out. As I continued to pump, I felt the tight walls accommodate for the space my two fingers took. My thumb found itself resting on the nub, while my ring finger, being pressed into the outside of her pussy, almost accidently slipped in. The two events simultaneously happening caused her to let out a loud moan, bucking fiercely into my fingers, allowing my ring finger to easily go in, despite how tight she was.

While lightly biting her nipple yet again, I started to draw circles around the nub. "JINNIE!" she screamed, shaking as a torrent of sticky fluid rushing past my fingers and onto my hand, staining the bed a little.

When she finally calmed down, I released her breast and traveled down, licking up the fluid, and then pulling my fingers out, eliciting a groan from Jessi, licking the cum off my digits. When I was done, I crawled up and plopped myself next to her. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she asked in between breaths.

I looked at her. "Yeah, why?"

She turned her head to me, but started giggling when she saw me. I cocked my head to the side, curious as to what she was laughing to. "You have something on your lips," she explained, leaning forward and capturing them, licking my lips a little before pulling away. "There we go," she said happily.

I looked at the clock: 11:01. We had been doing this for about half an hour? "How long does it take to get there?"

"About 15 minutes from here by car," she said. Before I could tell her we didn't have a car, she said, "And about an hour minutes walking."

"Well if we want to be in time, we probably should go now."

She looked at the clock, then got up quickly. "Yeah, we should," she said hurriedly, putting on her clothes, including the dress she wore here.

I put on my clothes and waited by the door while she checked herself in the mirror, making sure her bed hair wasn't too crazy. "Ok, let's go," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me out the door. I had noticed she was carrying her heels in her other hand. Before I could ask, Jessi noticed this and explained, "Oh, this is so we can walk without the risk of me falling or something. I mean, you know how bad I am with walking in heels," she said.

I smiled and nodded; yesterday, just on the ten minute walk here, she almost fell about eleven times. I remember her panicking because there was a sudden lack of support, but luckily, each time, she was able to recover by holding onto me.

So after about an hour of walking and running, and me giving Jessi a piggyback while she relieved her sore feet, we had arrived at a rather ordinary looking building. It looked like just any other building: tall, lined with windows following a specific pattern all the way up to at least 20 floors, made of brown brick, and had a single door. The door lead to a flight of stairs, hallways on the right and left leading to more rooms. "Third floor, 3004" she told me. We sprinted up the stairs, Jessi not on my back anymore, turned left when we arrived at the floor, and arrived at the door labeled, with a golden plate above it, "3004".

Jessi stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Part 2 here.

[aforestescape]

i woke up with impure thoughts

stalker!ghost/rapist!ghost

but you’re into it. trans male reader (hasn’t physically transitioned), no pronouns, chubby/fat!reader, dubcon/non con, somnophilia, breath play

waking up one morning. mind buzzing and thoughts clouded over by a haze of pleasure. your dreams had been normal at first before distorting into some fucked up coalition of being passed around undescript figures. having them taking turns groping at your breasts. large hands wandering up and down the curves of your body. moving to squeeze the fat of your hips before palming your stomach.

the feeling of being stuffed to fullness and more. the slight pain that comes with having your soaking hole being rearranged by a thick cock.

you moan out in your sleepy haze, not quite sure if you’re still dreaming. bucking your hips in your clouded haze of need and getting a response back in the form of hips smacking into your ass. another moan turned into a whined slur of “ah fuck.”

you can almost feel the tight grip of large, scarred hands squeezing your hips. one of them moving down to your back to shove you back into the bed as you start moving.

“stay still pet.”

a gasp gets caught in your throat as you are suddenly more awake. your soaked cunt squeezing the cock inside of you in surprise at the gruff voice that spoke to you. realizing that you aren’t still sleeping, this isn’t a dream and you’re really being fucked right now.

you try to turn your head only for the hand that was on your lower back to move to your head. shoving your face into your pillows while the snap of the hips behind you forces their cock into you further. you let out a muffled scream into the plush fabric, shifting your hips to try and get away.

the person behind you grunts, keeping their hand on the back of your head. their other scared hand palming the swell of your ass. groping the fat flesh before rearing back to leave a loud, harsh smack.

you cry out into the pillow, tears stinging your eyes with each hit. not being let up for air as each smack leaves a burning sting on the rapidly turning red flesh of your ass.

when the hits stop you’re suddenly brought up for air. the hand moving to your neck to pull your body up and against theirs. they don’t stop fucking you, pounding away into your tight slick cunt as you cry and moan. you can almost see the black gloved hand in your peripheral. choking you, stealing your air as they take what they want from you.

your body trembling as you gasp for air. the other hand moving to your growing cock. holding your smaller length in their hand before tugging at it. it makes your eyes roll back. a loud, pleased whine escaping your throat as they touch you. stroking your cock in tandem with each passing of their own inside of your slick hole. vision turning white as your orgasm quickly approaches.

as your legs start to shake under you, you feel the gloved hand tightening around your neck. squeezing the air from your lungs as you reach your peak. your hands shoot up to wrap around your throat. trying to pry the strong grip off as your eyes blur. the pounding in your cunt getting quicker and quicker until you finally squeeze down tight around them. cuming and blacking out on their cock while they continue to use your body.

only stopping once they’ve filled your limp body full of their creamy cum.

ahhh i’m a clown i forgot i was going to post today. plus i wrote this in may omg😭crown me king of forgetting my finished drafts exist ffs

[thedensworld]

Found You | Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: Husband!Seungcheol x Wife!reader (ft. Jeonghan and Mingyu)

Genre: Angst, Mystery, Alter Ego, Established Relationship

Summary: His wife suddenly goes missing. There are only two options, she left him or his bestfriend has been hid her from him.

Author Note: This was a series i posted but i decided to revised them and post it as a oneshot. Enjoy!

Day 1

"Do you know where my wife is?"

Jeonghan was taken aback by Seungcheol's question. He had been immersed in preparing for an upcoming meeting with directors when Seungcheol stormed into his office, his face flushed and breath labored.

"Take a deep breath, Cheol," Jeonghan advised calmly, gesturing for Seungcheol to take a seat. "Now, tell me, what's wrong?" he inquired after they were both settled.

Choi Seungcheol's agitation contrasted sharply with his friend's composed demeanor. Suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness, he recounted how he woke up that morning to discover your absence. His priority had been his son, Dowon, as he juggled parenting and work. It was only then he realized that you, his wife, were nowhere to be found.

Yoon Jeonghan, a friend introduced to him through you, was someone he trusted unequivocally. Jeonghan had been his lifeline when he had been let go by his previous company, connecting him to his present job. Jeonghan was, in a sense, the reason he had become a manager today, a fact he himself had acknowledged. Yet, as of late, Seungcheol had noticed a series of peculiar incidents.

First, Jeonghan's coat was in your home. As far as he could remember, Jeonghan's last visit had been during Dowon's third birthday celebration, nearly half a year ago. You hadn't mentioned any recent visits by Jeonghan, so Seungcheol was taken aback when he spotted his familiar coat hanging in your closet.

Second, in an offhand comment, Jeonghan had let slip that he had helped you fix your car. While you had mentioned your car's recent troubles, you hadn't said anything about asking Jeonghan for assistance. This revelation came after a phone call you'd made to Seungcheol, asking him to pick up Dowon from daycare since your car had given out. In response, Seungcheol, being the attentive husband and father he was, had dropped everything to respond to your call for help. He had said, "I'll pick up Dowon and come to where you are." However, he distinctly recalled hearing Jeonghan mumble, "Good, she didn't ask me this time!"

Third, just two days prior, he had learned from Dowon that he had gone to the arcade with you and "Uncle Jeonghan" while Seungcheol had been on a business trip. That revelation had struck him deeply. He saw you and Jeonghan every day. Jeonghan had the habit of visiting his office, checking in on him, and then leaving daily. How could he have missed these visits?

So, when you, his wife, suddenly went missing, wasn't it natural for him to approach Jeonghan for answers? After all, he was your best friend, and surely he would know something.

"I'm not following, Cheol. What do you mean?" Jeonghan asked, confusion evident in his expression.

Seungcheol exhaled deeply, a sigh heavy with worry. He realized that his decision to confront Jeonghan had been hasty. His doubts regarding you had been rash. He stood up, preparing to leave Jeonghan's office, but Jeonghan caught his wrist.

"Is y/n somewhere else? Are you two fighting?" Jeonghan inquired.

Seungcheol shook his head. "She's missing, but we're not fighting."

Jeonghan's shock mirrored Seungcheol's distress. "When was the last time you saw her?" he inquired.

"Last night, after dinner," Seungcheol replied. The memory of your shared meal, playing with Dowon, and washing dishes together flooded his mind. It had been a rare moment of connection between the two of you, devoid of any arguments—just quality time and conversations accompanied by a bottle of wine.

"Is she at work?" Jeonghan ventured, attempting to inject a note of optimism. But Seungcheol had already contacted your workplace, learning that everyone was looking for you.

"Let me know if you hear anything about her."

Day 2

Seungcheol stirred awake, realizing he had gone to bed in his work suit. Glancing at the nightstand clock that read 7 in the morning, he hurriedly prepared himself and his son for the day. He couldn't recall when he had last moved so quickly through his own home. Rushing, almost running, he prepared breakfast for himself and Dowon.

"Where's Mom? She wasn't here yesterday," his three-year-old son inquired. Seungcheol met his son's gaze, searching for answers in his innocent curiosity.

"Is she on a business trip? Usually, it's you, Dad. Why is everyone going on business trips? Can I go on one too?" Dowon's questions were met with a weak smile and a nod from Seungcheol.

"You can when you're older. Finish up quickly," Seungcheol instructed before attending to his own breakfast. He heard his son muttering something about his food—possibly a critique of the taste. In comparison to you, he was nothing in the kitchen. You had effectively been the family chef during your dating days, impressing him and his friends with your culinary skills.

He was determined to find you.

Day 3

It had been 48 agonizing hours since your disappearance. Seungcheol had transformed into a possessive husband, frantically calling all your friends to inquire if you were with them. But his efforts yielded nothing. He even reached out to your parents, although he couched his questions with subtlety. Using phrases like, 'Is she already there? We're planning to leave Dowon with his grandparents while she and I go on a business trip,' he uncovered that you weren't with them either.

After dropping Dowon off at your parents' home, an act for which he profusely apologized, Seungcheol went to work and submitted a vacation leave. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus on locating you while juggling his professional responsibilities. This would be his first vacation since the one he took when Dowon was born—almost three and a half years ago.

"Need some company?" Jeonghan asked while Seungcheol was in his office, preparing to report your disappearance to the police. Seungcheol debated internally. He needed support; these past three days had been a living hell. Having someone to lean on was crucial for maintaining his sanity. Yet, Jeonghan's role in all this was still a lingering doubt.

A nagging voice in his mind whispered that Jeonghan might be concealing your whereabouts, that you might have reached out to him. Another voice planted the insidious idea that you could be having an affair with Jeonghan. Seungcheol despised entertaining that notion. He had faith in both you and Jeonghan. You had been friends long before you'd started dating and eventually got married. The thought of you and Jeonghan being involved romantically was preposterous. But the unsettling signs were hard to ignore. Lately, you'd been evasive around him, not confiding in him as you once had. You'd never mentioned your clandestine outings with Jeonghan.

If he were being honest with himself, he had sensed a shift in the way you looked at him. Previously, your gaze was warm and loving, but recently it had become tinged with fear, anxiety, and boredom. His insecurities surged, and even though he wanted to decline Jeonghan's offer, he knew he needed someone for his own sake. He eventually nodded at Jeonghan.

He had to keep himself together.

Day 4

Following his meeting with Officer Kim the day before, the official declaration of your disappearance was made. Seungcheol offered another round of apologies to your parents and entrusted Dowon to their care while he continued the search. He'd broken the news gently to them, knowing how his in-laws would react. Naturally, they were shocked, just as everyone was upon hearing the news. The outpouring of support he received was heartening.

Seungcheol had been engrossed in disassembling your possessions, hoping to uncover any clues. He knew you enjoyed writing and recalled seeing stacks of journals you refused to discard. Writing was your outlet, your way of expressing yourself without having to voice your emotions.

You'd even confessed your feelings to him through an email. It had happened when you were collaborating on an essay, exchanging emails. Two years into your friendship, you sent him a confession email before leaving for the US to pursue further studies. He still remembered the subject line, "It's always you."

He'd waited two years to ask you out in person. From the moment he'd read that email, he'd realized his fascination with you went beyond mere curiosity. You were intelligent, enigmatic, and adorable. What he once found cute had now taken on a different hue.

Questions about you swirled in his head. Where were you? Were you safe? Had you been hurt? Or worse, had he hurt you in some way that made you flee? The thought of being the cause of your disappearance weighed heavily on him. The idea that he might have inadvertently hurt you with his words, leading you to leave, felt like a punch to his gut. Others might consider it childish, but your feelings were vital to him.

"Any news from Officer Kim?" Jeonghan's voice echoed through the phone. Jeonghan had been a pillar of support, offering help since day one. On this day, work commitments prevented him from physically joining Seungcheol, but he still checked in regularly.

Shaking his head instinctively, as if Jeonghan could see him, Seungcheol replied, "No updates yet. Some of her friends have called me, but nothing substantial."

"How about her parents? Have you spoken to them?"

Seungcheol hummed in affirmation, his voice heavy. "They're as shocked as I am. But for now, all they can do is look after Dowon."

"Okay, I'll catch up with you later. I've got to run."

Before Jeonghan could end the call, Seungcheol's voice caught him. "I'm sorry. And thank you."

"She's my best friend, Cheol."

The call ended.

Day 5

Officer Kim's visit to your house was met with tense anticipation. He inspected the premises before sitting across from Seungcheol on the couch. He indicated that he needed some personal information about you.

"Is she involved in any criminal activities or gangs?" Officer Kim's query made Seungcheol shake his head weakly.

"Do you have a son?" Officer Kim continued, his questions probing. Seungcheol nodded. "Is there any condition your son has that could have led to her disappearance?" Officer Kim added, coughing slightly afterward.

Seungcheol offered Officer Kim a glass of water, which he accepted graciously. "No, our son is in good health, and they share a strong bond. I've never seen my wife express any negativity towards him, if that answers your question," Seungcheol responded.

"Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Choi. But we need more of your belongings to gather additional evidence—such as your car's black box data, CCTV footage, and your wife's internet history," Officer Kim informed him, signaling a potential collaboration.

As they conversed, Officer Kim's phone suddenly rang. He swiftly excused himself to take the call. By an uncanny coincidence, Jeonghan's call came in at the same time.

"Have you seen the news?" Jeonghan's voice emanated from the other end. Before Seungcheol could fully comprehend the question, Officer Kim hurriedly returned to him with an urgent look on his face.

"We've found her" Officer Kim exclaimed, his words laced with excitement.

Surviving a week after your funeral felt like a miracle to Seungcheol. Your body had been found in a lake, in a distant location far removed from your town. The journey there took nearly three hours by car, making it improbable that you had traveled there alone without a vehicle.

Seungcheol's mind was plagued by questions, primarily centered around the question of "who." Who could have been with you? The idea of you taking your own life was too painful for him to accept. You were a radiant presence, an angelic figure in his life, and he refused to believe you would have ended your own life. The idea of someone else causing harm to you gnawed at him even more. The torment of these thoughts weighed heavily on him, but he staunchly resisted letting them take hold.

Jeonghan's constant suggestions of seeking psychiatric help had become more frequent. He understood that everyone was mourning, yet he couldn't deny that the magnitude of your absence weighed most heavily on your husband. Jeonghan recognized the profound role you had played in Seungcheol's life. From their university days onward, he had observed how you had transformed Seungcheol into a better version of himself.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Seungcheol. I miss her too. I know it's incredibly difficult for you to accept this reality. You've suffered losses with your parents in the past and now with y/n. But please, remember that Dowon needs you. He needs his father now more than ever."

After days of cajoling from Jeonghan and your parents, Seungcheol finally yielded, letting Dowon's innocent words and your memory melt his resistance. The dam of his emotions finally burst, and in front of his son, he released the pent-up anguish that had gripped him. Tears streamed down his face as he promised Dowon to get better and be strong for both of them. It marked a turning point, leading Seungcheol to take a seat in front of Dr. Boo, a psychiatrist and also a friend of Jeonghan's. With each passing session, the barriers to opening up grew less formidable.

"She held incredible importance in my life," Seungcheol admitted, his voice heavy with emotion, when Dr. Boo inquired, "Just how significant was she to you?"

"Unbelievably significant. She made me a better person."

"I lost my parents in a tragic accident, and I was the sole survivor."

"Life lost its color for me after that accident. But her presence brought back the vibrancy."

Dr. Boo arched an eyebrow. "Did you seek psychiatric help after the accident?"

Seungcheol nodded. "She encouraged me to. I was on medication for a while, but I stopped taking it about six months ago, around my son's birthday. I started feeling better."

A faint smile played across Dr. Boo's lips. "Your son must be an immense source of strength for you."

Seungcheol managed a small smile, Dr. Boo's words reminding him of the resilient force that was Dowon — a living testament to the love he shared with you.

He missed you more than words could express.

*

A month after your funeral, the official investigation commenced. The forensic analysis indicated signs of foul play. While Jeonghan was adamant about discontinuing the investigation to spare Seungcheol further pain, the urge to unearth the truth remained strong within Seungcheol. He met once again with Officer Kim, the man who had been assisting him since the beginning.

"I consider you my best friend now, Cheol. I'd rather not know more about her," Jeonghan stated as he prepared to leave Seungcheol's office.

"Why?" Seungcheol pressed, his curiosity piqued.

Jeonghan sighed, the weight of his words carrying a sense of vulnerability. "I can't bear the thought of hurting more. That's why. And you? Why are you allowing them to continue? Don't you think about Dowon? I doubt he'd ever want to know if his mother was murdered."

"Justice," Seungcheol replied firmly. "That's what I want to bring her."

Jeonghan took a deep breath, turning to walk away. Just as he reached the doorway, he uttered words that were barely audible, yet Seungcheol caught them.

"Justice won't bring her back, Seungcheol."

Peace, though elusive, seemed to be the elusive goal. For Seungcheol, Dowon, your parents — justice for your death offered the promise of a semblance of tranquility. Discovering the truth behind your demise, identifying the perpetrator, and bringing them to justice was a step toward peace for those left behind. As sleep continued to evade him, Seungcheol's nights were spent anxiously checking on Dowon, guarding him against any potential harm.

Jeonghan's lack of understanding frustrated Seungcheol. He failed to grasp the depth of his pain, having never experienced such loss himself. While everyone mourned, Seungcheol's sorrow was compounded by his previous losses. Losing his parents had imbued him with an overwhelming fear of losing those he loved.

The fear that your parents might take Dowon from him intensified his determination to fight for his son. This fear had been a driving force for him to seek psychiatric help, to prove his capability as a father. He recalled how he had been fearful of losing you to Jeonghan when you were alive. With his parents gone, the fear of loss became an ever-present companion, an unrelenting specter.

Yet, no one seemed to fully understand him.

*

"Oppa! Help me... Wake up! Wake up!"

For the first time since the accident, your presence found its way into Seungcheol's dream. While he could barely make out your form, your voice rang clear and strong, sending shivers down his spine. The experience must have been even more haunting for you. As the days progressed, Seungcheol found himself waking earlier and earlier. The tasks of preparing breakfast had become a routine mastered through time, and Dowon had also grown more self-reliant. Seungcheol felt a mixture of pride and heartache as he watched his son navigate his mornings, remembering the times you used to stand by his side, guiding him through his morning routine while Seungcheol crafted delicious breakfasts in the kitchen.

Over a month had passed, and the ache of your absence gnawed at him incessantly.

"Do you miss your mom?" Seungcheol inquired of Dowon.

Dowon nodded solemnly.

Jeonghan's words resonated in Seungcheol's ears. "But, Jeonghan uncle said mom is in a beautiful place now, where she won't feel any pain again." Dowon's innocent words held a depth that caught Seungcheol's attention.

"What do you mean, she won't feel pain? Was she in pain?" Seungcheol asked, his concern evident.

Dowon nodded in response, his voice low. He turned away from Seungcheol, placing a small hand over his back. "Mom had pain here," he whispered, indicating his arm, "and here. She used to cry at night because of it."

Dowon's revelation sent a torrent of thoughts swirling through Seungcheol's mind, thoughts that lingered even as he arrived at work. He recalled instances of seeing bruises on your arm, but he had never probed further.

Three months prior, he had noticed you wince when he playfully grabbed your left arm. His intention had been a joke, but your reaction had spurred his concern. He had motioned for you to leave Dowon to his own devices and had led you to the bedroom.

"What happened earlier?" Seungcheol inquired, his eyes intent on your face. He reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back, evading his grasp.

Though you smiled, your gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding his eyes. "It's nothing, just a minor bruise."

Unsettled by your response, Seungcheol sighed. "Okay, let's call it a minor bruise. But can I see it?" A brief pause hung between you two before you shook your head, denying his request.

He sensed your discomfort and gathered you into his embrace. "You know I love you, right?" he whispered, his heart aching as he felt your sobs against his chest.

"It's okay, my love. I'm here," Seungcheol murmured, gently patting your back.

Finally, you had opened up, sharing the story of a challenging day at work and an elevator malfunction in the building. Forced to use the stairs, you had taken a tumble, leaving a painful bruise on your arm. Seungcheol had rolled up your sleeve to reveal a palm-sized, purplish mark on your skin.

"You fell down the stairs?" he inquired, seeking clarification.

You nodded, assuring him, "Yes, just a simple fall."

Seungcheol's eyes bore into you. "If anyone ever hurts you, promise me you'll tell me, alright?" His words held a note of protectiveness, a silent vow to shield you from harm's reach.

"I promise, oppa."

*

Seungcheol returned from his appointment with Dr. Boo, having been prescribed the same medication he had taken in the past for panic attacks. Since Dowon now lived with him, he recognized the importance of maintaining his emotional stability. After his son had fallen asleep, Seungcheol was preparing to wash up when a call from Officer Kim disrupted his routine.

"Good evening, Mr. Choi. I apologize for calling at this hour. But you had mentioned that your wife enjoyed writing in her diary, correct? Would it be possible for us to collect any of her written materials from you tomorrow?" Officer Kim's voice was apologetic yet determined.

Seungcheol replied, "Of course, I can drop them off at your office tomorrow morning if that works for you."

"That would be excellent. Thank you so much, Mr. Choi."

Ending the call, Seungcheol found himself appreciating Officer Kim's cheerful demeanor. He had been an invaluable source of assistance throughout the investigation, and Seungcheol made a mental note to express his gratitude at a later time. As he considered Officer Kim's character, Seungcheol recognized him as an outstanding police officer and an exceptional person.

Making his way to your shared office, Seungcheol confronted a collection of books containing your words, thoughts, and emotions spanning years. Sitting in front of them, he began to count. There were twenty journals in total, each labeled by month and year. Seungcheol chose the one marked "January-June," dated from three years earlier. In it, he found an entry that made him chuckle:

"Damn, I'm craving another PC Bang donkatsu." He continued reading, smiling at your candid thoughts.

"It's 2 a.m., and Cheol just took his medication, so he's fast asleep. I made him go get me donkatsu from the same PC Bang four hours ago. I bet if I asked him again, he'd do it. But how can I wake him up? He's so adorable when he's asleep. My pouty baby:("

Without realizing, two hours had flown by as Seungcheol immersed himself in your diary. He marveled at getting a glimpse into your thoughts and emotions from before you two were a couple. The diary entries revealed a side of you he had never fully understood. He yearned to ask you, to confront you: "Why is it so hard for you to share what you feel? To tell me what you think?"

Sighing, he admitted to himself that he never could.

Gathering your diaries, Seungcheol moved them to the kitchen counter, setting them down next to a box. As he arranged them, a small piece of photo card slipped from one of the journals. Turning it over, he saw the date "06/04" and the words "Happy birthday, my Aries Boy!" He flipped it to reveal a picture of a younger you with a familiar man. Examining the date once more, he realized it was from six years ago, before you two had met. He opened the diary to that year and discovered an array of photographs that had fallen from the pages.

"Anniversary of Two Aries!"

"Mingoo, my favorite boy<3"

"Taken by the amazing Mingyu:D"

"Y/n, Mingoo's favorite journalist."

"A silly picture of Kim Mingyu, Future Criminologist."

Seungcheol muttered, "It's Officer Kim." The pieces were falling into place; he was beginning to comprehend the connection you had with the police officer who was helping with the investigation. He knew you in ways he had never imagined.

"You knew that?" Seungcheol's disbelief was palpable.

Jeonghan simply nodded, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with Seungcheol's shock. "Yes, I knew that."

The revelation felt like a sudden blow to Seungcheol's head. "How could you not tell me?"

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, offering an explanation. "What would be the point? Besides, it's all in the past, Seungcheol. Mingyu was y/n's ex, but that was nearly seven years ago, even before she met you."

The realization slowly sank in, though Seungcheol struggled to grasp how Jeonghan had concealed this information. Finally understanding why Officer Kim had been so invested in the case, Seungcheol couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Mingyu had once held a place in your heart, and Officer Kim had been driven by his past feelings for you. A curse word echoed in Seungcheol's mind as the pieces fell into place.

"He left her. He left her to chase his dreams, and you know y/n, she's selfless. She let him go. She had been hurt before she met you, and you healed her. You have nothing to worry about."

Seungcheol let out a sigh. "I'm not worried about anything."

Jeonghan looked at him, a pause hanging in the air before he calmly stated, "Yes, you are."

Their eyes locked for a moment before Jeonghan announced his intention to return to his office room. It had been five years since Seungcheol had met Jeonghan through you, yet there was still so much he didn't know about him. Beyond his name, Yoon Jeonghan, and the fact that he had graduated from the same university as you and Seungcheol, majoring in Agricultural Economics and Business, Seungcheol was clueless. Personality-wise, he was on par with you in terms of emotional expression, but he was more vocal about his thoughts. Jeonghan's claim that you were selfless mirrored his own kindness, though it often led Seungcheol to wonder if Jeonghan's feelings for you extended beyond friendship, perhaps romantically.

His mind echoed with the words, "It's always you, I promise!" Seungcheol impulsively picked up his phone and messaged Jeonghan, "Let's meet for a drink tonight."

Jeonghan's response came quickly, "Already miss me, huh?"

Seungcheol facepalmed at the playful reply. "You can't drink, dude. You're undergoing treatment. How about we grab beef?"

*

The sizzling sound of meat on the stone grill stirred Seungcheol's appetite. He hadn't experienced much hunger lately, eating more out of routine than true desire. However, the sight of the pork belly that Jeonghan was expertly grilling was irresistibly tempting.

"Is Dowon with y/n's parents?" Seungcheol confirmed Jeonghan's assumption.

He nodded, explaining, "Her sister is leaving town this week, so Dowon wants to spend this last week with her."

Jeonghan deftly transferred a freshly cut piece of pork belly onto Seungcheol's plate. "I'm guessing you want to talk to me, but you're trying to be casual about it. Is it alright if I mention her a lot?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Seungcheol chuckled, "You talk as if you've never mentioned her before." Both men acknowledged how their conversations had increasingly revolved around you in recent times.

Jeonghan chuckled in agreement, but then turned more serious. "I apologize if my words have ever hurt you. It's a defense mechanism. I can be insecure at times."

Seungcheol appreciated the honesty. He decided to share his own sentiments. "I also owe you an apology. I used to think you had feelings for her, that you liked her romantically. I trust my wife, and I trust you, bro. But sometimes, a guy's instincts get the best of him when it comes to his girl."

Jeonghan's gaze locked onto Seungcheol's. "Choi Seungcheol, do you realize how obsessed you are with her?"

Seungcheol stared back, taken aback by the bluntness of Jeonghan's statement. "I miss her like crazy," he admitted. "If that's what it means to be obsessed, then yes."

Just as the conversation deepened, Seungcheol's phone rang. The caller ID revealed it was your mother. He exchanged a look with Jeonghan before answering. Even amidst the chatter of the restaurant, Jeonghan could hear Dowon's voice whining through the phone—a trait he had inherited from you.

"Is everything okay?" Jeonghan asked.

Seungcheol chuckled. "Dowon doesn't want me to pick him up until his cousin leaves for Jeju. He wants to spend this last week with them."

Jeonghan handed Seungcheol a piece of pork belly he had just cut. "He's at the perfect age to have a sibling. Why did you guys hold off on having another child?"

Seungcheol explained, "It was me, actually. I didn't feel ready for another kid. I told her, and she understood."

As they savored the grilled meat, Jeonghan's tone shifted. "By the way, I'm going to be interviewed tomorrow. I wanted you to know my response before I share it with them."

Seungcheol's curiosity was piqued. "Go ahead."

"Y/n called me that night."

"And?"

Jeonghan's gaze bore into Seungcheol's. "She was drunk, and she was with someone."

*

"Are you ready for the interview?" Officer Kim, also known as Kim Mingyu, asked Jeonghan. Jeonghan nodded, and Mingyu signaled to the man seated next to him to begin recording and typing Jeonghan's testimony.

"Where were you when the accident happened?" Mingyu inquired, referring to the night you went missing.

"I was at home from 5 p.m. to 9 a.m. You can verify my alibi through the CCTV footage in my apartment," Jeonghan answered.

Mingyu nodded, moving on to the next question. "Had she contacted you before she went missing?"

"Yes, she called me three times at 2 a.m. I was sleeping when I answered the call."

Mingyu probed further, "Could you tell us the nature of those calls?"

Jeonghan paused, his expression showing hints of discomfort before he responded. "She sounded drunk and was crying."

Mingyu tried to reassure him, "She was probably just an emotional drunk."

Jeonghan's unease was palpable as he continued. "She was more than that. She was crying for help. She called me asking for help, but she was with someone. I assumed it was her husband."

And then, in a rare moment, Jeonghan broke down.

*

'It's only you. I promise! It's only you.'

Seungcheol couldn't discern if he was truly hearing your voice or if it was merely his mind playing tricks on him. Since that dream, your voice had become a constant echo in his head, growing louder and clearer, enough to bring tears to his eyes. He yearned to halt these encounters, yet your presence lingered persistently.

He wanted to believe it was you reaching out to him, but he knew it could also be a side effect of his medication, a continuation of the hallucinations and delusions he had experienced before. Sometimes he saw distorted images of you from the last time he saw you. Other times, it was just your voice, varying from crying to screaming. Although unnerving, he cherished these moments as fragments of you that he could still hold on to. He didn't want these encounters to stop, regardless of their authenticity or healthiness.

As Seungcheol pulled out his desk drawer to retrieve another pill, he considered that he would soon reunite with you. Placing the pills back and locking the desk, he held onto the hope that he would see you again.

*

Three days after Jeonghan's interrogation, it was Seungcheol's turn. This marked his third round of questioning in relation to the case. Your family members and some of your work friends had also been interviewed. Seungcheol's prayer was that these collective efforts would eventually lead to uncovering the truth and delivering justice for you.

"Are you prepared for your third interview?" Mingyu inquired.

"Yes," Seungcheol replied, his voice steady.

Mingyu broached a sensitive topic. "We've encountered difficulty investigating your car's black box. Both your car and your wife's were repaired both before and after the incident, is that correct?"

Seungcheol confirmed, "Yes."

Mingyu then revealed an image of a car seen near the location where your body was discovered. Seungcheol's eyes widened at the sight of his company car in the photo.

"Are you familiar with this car?" Mingyu inquired.

"It's my company car," Seungcheol admitted, his mind racing as he struggled to understand.

"We cross-referenced this car and discovered that a company vehicle with the same license plate as shown in the picture was assigned to you six months ago."

Seungcheol felt confusion clouding his thoughts. He had been driving a company car for six months? Glancing at the form, he saw his signature confirming the car's assignment.

"I don't recall doing this," Seungcheol admitted.

Mingyu presented another file, containing records of parking slot rental submissions, all signed by Seungcheol. The slots were set to expire in the coming six months.

"You purchased a year-long parking slot for this vehicle, and we also retrieved the car's black box data. Would you like to see it?"

Seungcheol began to protest, but before he could finish, Mingyu played a video captured by the car's black box.

'I don't do anything, I swear, oppa!'

'Help me! Help me!'

'Wake up, oppa! This is me! Wake up!'

Mingyu closed his eyes, reacting as he had the first time he viewed the footage—with disgust. The image of you being brutally beaten on the hood of the car, by your own husband, was something he struggled to erase from his mind.

Seungcheol's voice erupted in the room, the word "liar" echoing with intensity. His voice quaked, unable to watch the video once he realized it depicted himself.

Mingyu's tone remained steady as he concluded, "You can watch the rest of the video in court, Mr. Choi. You are under arrest for the murder of Lim Y/n. You have the right to remain silent and the right to legal representation."

*

"Do you know why she stopped writing her journal?" Mingyu inquired of Jeonghan. Jeonghan met Mingyu's gaze and replied, "She never stopped."

Mingyu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Really? Then why did she only send you entries up until last year?" He mumbled to himself.

Jeonghan heard his muttering and responded, "I have the rest. She gave them to me. She wanted to ensure her husband wouldn't discover what happened this year."

"What did happen this year?" Mingyu's tone was curious, yet serious.

Jeonghan sighed, his expression heavy. "I'm not sure how believable this will sound, but she shared something unsettling with me. Y/n's husband, mentally, he's been suffering. He used to take his medications consistently, but he stopped taking them of his own accord about six months ago."

Mingyu leaned in, his interest piqued. "Why did he stop?"

Jeonghan confessed, "I can't fully grasp the reason, but she mentioned that he began experiencing hallucinations related to a past accident that killed his parents. He started believing that he was the one responsible for the accident, having tampered with the car's brake cable, and that he falsified his testimony, pretending to be in the car to survive."

Mingyu exhaled audibly, dropping his pen onto the table. "Damn it! How did you let her marry this guy? You always resented me, yet you let her marry someone unhinged?" His frustration was palpable as he lashed out at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan's voice wavered as he responded, guilt consuming him since the day you went missing. "I only found out a month before she disappeared. She told me about the abuse she was enduring. She asked me to accompany her... to the ob-gyn."

Jeonghan realized that he had sensed the truth all along. It was Seungcheol on the other end of the phone call that night. And he was even more shocked that Seungcheol had confronted him in the morning, inquiring about your whereabouts. When you'd mentioned Seungcheol's Shield Personality, Jeonghan had already envisioned this scene, where he would ultimately end you. But he was powerless, knowing that you didn't care, you'd return home, subject yourself to his abuse, convinced that he couldn't remember his actions during his other personality phase. Blinded by the love he would offer you again once he returned to his normal self, the person you loved.

"Sh-she was p-pregnant?" Stuttering, Jeonghan nodded, "She considered an abortion, but I persuaded her to approach her husband about having another child. But it was too late. Maybe that's what they argued about, or something else that pushed her to her limit. She couldn't restrain him. She couldn't prevent him and, tragically, she couldn't save herself."

Mingyu's voice was thick with the weight of the situation. "This is a twisted mess. We're all ensnared in this, Jeonghan."

*

"Life sentences are handed down to Choi Seungcheol for attempted murder of Lim Y/n, and to Choi Daekbyeo and Kim Jehwa."

"Isn't this the justice you were seeking, Seungcheol?" Jeonghan mumbled as he walked away from the courtroom, a complex blend of emotions clouding his expression.

'What if we stop taking these?'

'You won't be able to control yourself.'

*

"You would never be like your parents, trust me."

"How do you know?!"

"Because I know you, and witnessing your love for our son is enough for me to realize that you're different from them, oppa. You're an amazing dad."

Seungcheol's breath came out in labored bursts, his emotions intense. "When Dowon was born, I was filled with anxiety. What if I ended up like my father? What if I repeated his pattern of abuse every time I made a mistake? What if I became like my mother, who always expressed regret for having me as a son? Y/n, I wasn't prepared to be a father. You pushed me into it, and I still don't feel ready!"

"I'm pregnant!"

"I'm pregnant, and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you've had to endure all this turmoil due to your parents. I'm sorry that your emotions have been suppressed by this baggage. But I'm here, working on this with you, oppa. You have me! You might want to hit me, punch me, or scream at me, but I know you wouldn't do that to our child."

Seungcheol stood there, frozen, as you took a step back, creating a small distance between you. "I'm doing everything for you, as long as you fight for us," you whispered.

*

"Taking these might cause distortions. People may think it's just their imagination when, in reality, they're beginning to remember things because of what they've seen and done without the medication—things that were previously considered imaginary."

*

"That's not my child."

You looked at him, bewildered. "What do you mean?" Your voice wavered, lodged in your throat due to his statement.

"You're cheating on me, with Jeonghan."

You found yourself laughing in disbelief. You were well aware that your own actions were questionable. Your husband's infidelity was growing apparent, and you had no grounds to laugh at his suspicious thoughts. Yet, you couldn't fathom how he could think you were having an affair with Jeonghan, a man who'd been your close friend for a decade.

"I found his coat in your closet."

Your eyes widened as you realized where he'd drawn his conclusions from. "It's not—"

"Dowon mentioned that you went to the arcade with him. You must have enjoyed yourselves while I was away."

"Oppa, listen..."

"I saw the two of you visiting the ob-gyn."

***

"What?! Is that all?!"

Seungcheol barged into your shared room, brandishing a tablet that displayed the last page you'd written. You gave him a feeble smile and shrugged. He sighed dramatically, pulling his glasses off and placing them on your nightstand. Carefully, he climbed onto the bed, mindful of his movements so as not to disturb the monster of discomfort lurking within you.

"That's it? He's sentenced, and all Jeonghan has to say is, 'Isn't this the justice you wanted?' Come on! I want a scene of him as a prisoner, at least. Maybe show him getting bullied by other inmates and—"

You burst into laughter at your husband's words.

Seungcheol stared at you in disbelief. "I'm being serious here, babe. He deserves to be roughed up a bit by other prisoners." Your amusement seemed lost on him.

Your laughter was starting to make your stomach ache, and you suspected you weren't the only one amused by your husband's antics. Struggling to sit up, your big tummy made the process slow and cumbersome. Sensing your efforts, Seungcheol gently assisted you, making sure not to jostle you too much. You whispered your gratitude, overwhelmed by his tenderness. Looking at him, you mused, "I thought you hated the story," and reached for the tablet he held.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. "I said I hated you using our names as characters, not that I hated the story." His irritation was evident in his tone.

Giggling, you pinched his cheek, saying, "What do you think, love? As the first reader." You kept the tablet within your reach, the other hand still resting on your husband's cheek. He smiled at your affection and leaned his head toward your hand, letting it support his head.

"I love it. But I think some readers might not like the ending. I still think he deserves a scene where he gets bullied." His dissatisfaction with the narrative conclusion was clear.

"Babe, I created this for parenting purposes. Why include a bullying scene?" you countered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.

"But I can add an extra chapter, exclusively for my husband, if he gets me some spicy chicken nuggets." Hee groaned, collapsing onto the bed in mock protest.

"Didn't you just devour two packs of apple pie?" you inquired.

You nodded, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "But spicy chicken nuggets make a great dessert too. Pretty please?" you pleaded, your adorable pout melting his resolve.

"Fine, I'll get them for you. And, speaking of which, I'm thinking about talking to the shop owner about investing there."

"Just get me those spicy chicken nuggets!" you huffed, tossing a pillow at him as he quickly dashed out of the bedroom.

"I'll buy you the entire shop, love!" he shouted from the hallway.

"You're such a goof," you mumbled, returning to the task of creating an additional chapter for your husband.

The End.

[murdrdocs]

I just thought this was funny because Hobie's british

He's just dying in the heat and his S/O (who deals with it a lot better) is just walking around in a light jacket

this is sooo silly tehe

there's a near record breaking heat permeating london today. you were quickly made aware of the fact as soon as you woke up, radio already turned on to a low volume, another motown hit disrupted by the man who'd excitedly announced the weather.

the thing you notice next is the loud whirring of the fan coming from somewhere in the apartment. you rub your eyes, let your senses come to for a second, and you realize that there's multiple fans going off around the flat, even though you know you and hobie only owned one floor fan when you went to bed last night.

as your eyes clear up, you notice a new box fan just a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall and aimed directly towards where you and hobie sleep.

you look over, noticing the emptiness of the bed, and then you pick up on the shower running. walking into the bathroom, you're expecting to feel heat waves penetrate your skin from the area, but you don't. in fact, there's no steam on the glass, no layer of fog reaching the ceiling.

you're already prepared to bet that hobie's taking a cold shower, and when you open the door and feel nothing warm, your suspicions are confirmed.

"running hot?" you ask him, smirk unable to be wiped from your face. hobie looks over his shoulder, blinking through the droplets of water that runs down his face, and he scowls.

your smirk only grows tenfold.

"fuck off..." he's saying, but his hands are reaching out for you and suddenly you're pulled under freezing cold water, squeals and squeaks doing nothing to deter hobie's tormenting.

the two of you spend most of the day inside, but hobie decides it's too hot to use the stove or oven so suddenly you're walking down the street towards the bodega on the corner, a pep in your step and a drag in hobie's.

he's using some pamphlet he took from a guy attempting to convert you both to christianity on the street to fan himself, dark eyes turned towards you judgmentally.

"how're you wearing that?" he asks and it takes you a second.

your eyes turn down, beginning to scan your worn-down chucks, to your denim shorts, to the little tee shirt you wear. all the while, you're not paying much attention to your surroundings, leaving hobie to place his free hand on your waist and guide you out of the way of passerbys.

it's not until you reach your thin jacket that you notice what he's talking about, mouth contorting to an 'O' shape.

you shrug, looking back up, glancing at him with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"'s not that hot. there's a little breeze."

[hoonieswhore]

A special birthday.

- Bunny hybrid!Hoon X Wolf hybrid!Reader.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI). Mentions of heat. Overstimulation. Strength kink. Size kink. Daddy/Sir kink. Breeding. Dirty talk. Slight humiliation. Praise kink. Rough sex. Manhandling. Hoon gets pussy drunk. Choking. Slight pet play.

Sadie's note: Credits of the drawing to the artist (I couldn't find the user.) This is a special for Hoonie's birthday, I couldn't post it during his birthday but it's finally here! Happy birthday to my favourite boy and I hope you guys like it! Please interact, especially RBs since it helps a lot🫶 Have a good day!!

Word count: 2,4k

You put the piping bag down on the counter as you looked at your masterpiece. Today was your boyfriend's birthday and you were decorating his cake, a tiramisu cake. You smiled proudly as you picked up the cake, your fluffy tail wiggling excitedly as you made your way to the fridge. Your hand left the container as you reached the door, putting the dessert away. You suddenly felt hot, your ears twitching as you gulped. You grabbed a bottle of water before closing the door. You opened the lid, chugging on it as you tried to calm down. You walked towards the counter, placing the bottle on the cold surface as you quickly put everything in the sink.

You grabbed a cloth, cleaning the kitchen counter before you felt a sudden heat invading your body. You pressed your legs together, a whine falling from your lips instantly as your face got red. You took a deep breath when you realized that your heat just started.

Sunghoon walked through the hall, tired from work but excited about seeing you after a long day. He stopped at your front door, sliding his hand into his pocket and pulling out his key. As soon as he opened the door, a strong scent hit his nose, making his ears twitch. The scent woke up his primal instinct as he felt the blood running to his cock. He shut the door immediately, fierce eyes scanning the room as he took a deep breath. His feet moved instinctively to the kitchen, the scent getting stronger with every step as he felt his cock twitching in his pants.

You felt a strong presence behind you, his scent made your ears twitch as you gulped. You slowly turned around, feeling his scent getting stronger as your pussy started dripping. Your eyes found your boyfriend's strong chest first, his natural perfume invading your body and arousing you. “What do we have here, huh?” His deep voice made you look up at him.

“I-i-” you stuttered as your eyes found his. His dark eyes filled with lust and desire as he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer against his body. “Y-you?” He mocked you, smirking teasingly as he rubbed his clothed dick against your thigh.

“I- didn't know-” You felt small under his gaze. He pressed his body further against you, pushing you against the counter as he slowly started to grind against your thighs. “It’s two days late.” He slowly nodded, pulling away from your body as he manhandled you, turning you around. The bunny hybrid took his hands down, taking his time to squeeze your ass as he let out a sigh.

“Right on my birthday, huh?” He asked, admiring how your tail wiggled in excitement whilst he pulled your shorts down. You nodded, already feeling drunk on his sweet scent as you tried your best not to look desperate for his cock even when you were already bending over the counter. “I think I asked you a question,” his words were followed by the sound of your panties ripping, making you clench around nothing.

“I-I'm sorry sir,” you quickly apologized. Your boyfriend smiled, he loved how subby you were during your heat. Sunghoon pulled his hands away from you to pull his pants down, along with his boxers. One of his hands made its way back to your waist as he pressed the other against your slit, gathering your wetness on his palm as you moaned. “P-please,” you begged him.

“Such a dumb little wolf~” he whispered, pulling his hand away from your core and wrapping his fingers around his shaft, covering it in your wetness. “Fuck, you're dripping, pup~” he cooed, aligning his tip with your entrance before pushing his length inside you, earning a moan from you. The boy carefully hovered over you, not wanting to crush your tail. “Now tell me the truth~” he whispered in your ear with faux sympathy.

“A-about what?” You asked, earning a harsh thrust in return. “F-fuck.” You cursed as your boyfriend started to thrust into you slowly.

“Did you plan this?” He asked, picking up his pace as he bit down on his lip. His hands tugged on your waist as his hips moved faster with every thrust. “Did you fucking plan this?” He asked again, thrusting harder. You moaned as you felt his tip brushing against your sweet spot.

“N-no,” you answered him, your walls clenching around his cock as he kept pounding. On normal days, you'd be far from your orgasm but during your heat, everything felt ten times better. Not just because of the way that Sunghoon always hit your sweet spot but also because you always got drunk on his scent, without mentioning how feral he could be during his heat. It was basic math. The drunk feeling from his scent along with his feral attitude and the way he fucked you made it so easy for you to come undone. On normal days, you'd be so embarrassed but during your heat, you didn't care. A loud whine escaped from your lips as you came around his cock, coating his shaft with your juices as he kept thrusting.

Sunghoon's ears twitched as he felt your walls tightening around him. He laughed in your ear, “Are you sure? Have you taken suppressants so you could have your heat on my birthday, huh?” He asked, pounding harder into you. You felt his cock twitching inside you as he focused on reaching his orgasm. “Fuck, pussy so good~” He mumbled, “gonna fill you up with my babies.” You whined at his words, clenching harder as your vision became blurry due to the tears from the overstimulation.

“N-no, haven't taken anything,” you replied between moans, “y-yes please, breed me daddy!” Your whimper and moans along with your scent and the way you clenched on him sent him over the edge. Sunghoon let out a loud grunt as he came inside you, painting your walls white with his thick cum as he kept pounding.

“Fuck-” he growled, digging his nails into your skin as he fucked his cum deeper inside you. His thrusts became slower as he leaned down to kiss your neck. “Is this my birthday gift, baby? Getting to fuck you for days?” He whispered in your ear as his cock started to get hard inside you again.

“Mhm, you could say so” you answered, trying to catch your breath. “But I didn't plan this.” Sunghoon smirked, starting to roll his hips again teasingly as he took his hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat and applying pressure. His cock getting deeper inside you as he started to pound into you again. “My good wolf~” he praised, standing up again as his ears twitched again. He looked down, looking at the way that your pussy sucked him in with every thrust. “You love this don't you?” He teased you as his hand left your waist. He slid it under your shirt, groping your sensitive tits as his thumb played with your nipple, making you moan louder.

“Y-yes, your cock feels so fucking good, daddy.” You answered him, moaning louder as he applied more pressure on your neck, choking you just the way you liked it. “S-so good.” You rolled your hips back, meeting your lover's thrusts as he smirked. The kitchen was filled with lewd sounds, your moans got louder as your boyfriend growled. The clapping sound of his hips hitting against yours along with the way that your scents affected each other was sending you to cloud nine again. His thrusts getting deeper and faster as he tried to reach his high again, letting his primal instinct control him as he fucked you faster and harder. His main goal was breeding you.

“Come on pup, cum for me.” He ordered, moving his hand down from your tits to your tail, tugging on it hard and making you squeak as you came on his cock. Your body squirmed as he started to fill you up with his cum again, growling as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Good pup~” He mumbled, brushing your tail gently as you tried to move it away from him. “Aw, do you want me to let you go, my little wolfy?” He smirked, tugging on your tail harder, already knowing how sensitive it was.

“S-stop please,” you mumbled, clenching harder around his cock as your body started moving back on its own. “I-I'm sensitive,” your body was betraying you, you felt overwhelmed but you still moved back, starting to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Aw, but look at that~ it seems like you want me to keep fucking you, love…” He pulled his cock out of you, his seed dripping down your thighs as he released your neck, placing his hands on your waist as he pulled you up, turning you around and caging you between the cold marble and his body.

“You know it's my instinct,” you mumble, feeling his hands roaming around your body until they stop at the back of your thighs picking you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly pouting at him. “Can't help it, especially when you smell so good.” Sunghoon smiled, taking his hand to his cock as he pushed it inside you again. Your tail wiggling again as you hid your face into his neck.

“Is it?” He whispered in your ear, walking towards your shared bedroom. Soft moans fell from your lips as you felt his cock reaching your sweet spot with every step. He opened the door with his foot, getting inside your bedroom before he laid you on the bed, hovering over you. “Or you just love to get fucked by a bunny like me, huh?” He smirked, thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace again. You bit down on his neck, nails digging into his back as he fucked you nice and deep. He wasn't done with you and you knew it well.

After a few rounds, you lost count on how many times you came on his cock. Now he was kissing you hungrily as he thrusted into you. The bedsheets were a mess, his fluids and yours covered all the fabric as you were now fully naked. His body was full of bite marks, hickeys and little crescent moons from your nails all over his arms, shoulders and back. You were also a mess, Sunghoon did not just leave hickeys on your neck but he also left bite marks all over your chest along with the bruises on your waist from his strong grip.

“H-hoonie,” you moaned, pulling away from the kiss as his thrust became sloppier, he was close to his orgasm again. His face was covered in tears from cumming so many times. He was trembling but he wasn't going to stop until he made sure that you'd end up carrying his child. His mouth agape as he was now pussy drunk, enjoying the way that your walls hugged his cock. “W-wanna cum.” You begged him.

After so many rounds, his cum was covering his cock, a white ring formed around the base. Sunghoon thrusted a few more times before you came at the same time. You growled as he bit down on your neck as hard as he could without piercing your skin. The bunny hybrid fell on your body, his cock still inside you as you both started panting.

“Fuck…” he whispered against your skin. “I think we should take a break.” You took your hands up, running your fingers through his hair as his ears twitched. “Are you okay, my love?”

“I'm good,” you whispered with a smile. “I couldn't give you your gift though.” Sunghoon looked up at you curiously as you started playing with his bunny ears. “It was definitely not this, I made something for you and I also got you something!” You explained, making him smile.

“What is it?” He asked, hugging your waist and caressing your skin with his thumb. “And even if you didn't plan this, it made my day.” You laughed at his words, hitting his shoulder jokingly.

“Of course I didn't, guess we won't be able to go out for a few days…” You said, earning a nod from your boyfriend. “Oh and I can't tell you, one it's in the fridge and the other is hidden somewhere~” You said before kissing his cheek.

“I don't care, I love spending time with you, my angel.” He said with a smile. “Are you hungry, baby?” He asked, pulling out of you and getting up. You looked down without noticing, his cock was covered in white. Your eyes traveled a little higher, noticing the white liquid covering his lower abdomen too which made you look down at your own body.

“Sunghoon!” You exclaimed, mouth agape as you saw the cum covering your pussy and lower abdomen as well. He only came inside you but it looked as if he came all over your pussy, there was a whole load on your core.

“What? It kept dripping out of you when I was fucking you, I tried to push it back inside you but I couldn't.” He shrugged, picking you up as if you were a feather and walking towards the bathroom. “I'll clean you up, don't worry.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. After a quick shower, full of gentle touches and kisses, you got dressed up whilst Sunghoon cleaned the bedroom. You could see his bunny tail twitching every now and then, a clear sign that he was feeling happy.

You made your way to the kitchen, taking the tiramisu cake out of the fridge before you grabbed a candle. You placed the candle in the middle of the cake, lighting it up as you waited for him. You called his name, grabbing his gift from the cupboard, where you knew that he wouldn't find it. Sunghoon went to the kitchen, a bright smile appeared on his face as he saw the cake.

“You're the best,” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him as he kissed your cheek softly. You started singing the happy birthday song for him before he blew the candle. Your boyfriend pulled you closer to him, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Did you think about the three wishes?” You asked him, earning a smile from him.

“I already have everything I need here,” he answered, hugging you tighter. “Is that a tiramisu cake?” He asked, looking down at the cake. “Oh my god, I love you so much.” He mumbled, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly. The day continued between kisses, cuddles and more sex but at the end of the day, the best part of your day was just spending time with Sunghoon and making him happy on his special day.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Iceblink Luck - TASM! Peter Parker / Fem! Reader

Summary: You can be a little clumsy, and you can have very bad sight with a sprinkle of bad luck but thanks to that you proved Peter Parker that he doesn't always have to be Spider-Man to save someone.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury (nothing too bad) and bad sight.

a/n: Hi! Came with a new one, a bit of a long one, and this one is for my girlies with glasses, bad sight, girlies that are clumsy but also adorable. And here's a fun fact: the name of the one shot is from a Cocteau Twins' song, and I found something quite cool- and I quote "suggests a phenomenon that is both natural and mystical, possibly referring to the reflection of light off icebergs, which sailors would use to navigate, implying a sense of guidance or fortune." So that gives something away I guess. Hope you like this one :)

Thank heavens it was a Saturday, the embarrassment was less strong if you were not showing your face at work, but thinking about it you were going to have to explain to them what happened to your nose.

And it was a bit stupid, but stupid things like that happened to you way too often for them to be surprised. 

Yet you couldn’t help wanting to hide when this cute boy stared at you for a little too long as you both waited for your orders at the one bakery where they sell the tastiest poppy seed cakes.

You stared back at him with a lipped smile, trying to be as polite as possible, even if he was the one doing the rude staring.

“Oh sorry,” he scratched his cheek. Ears turning bright pink. “I was just- that looks bad, what happened to you?” he pointed at his own nose.

You had convinced yourself that it didn’t look so bad after applying two layers of concealer but now you weren’t so sure about it. 

On instinct you tried to cover it with your palm. “um, it’s really stupid. I was reading and the book fell on my face,” the boy winced, “yeah was a hard cover.”

The scratch kinda itching for the sudden acknowledgement.

“Is the book okay?” 

You laughed, an ugly kind of laugh, great. “It is, thanks for the concern.”

“Makes you look tough, though,” he smiled.

“Thanks, that’s exactly the look I was going for.”

“Achieved.”

Both exchanged little looks, he sighed when he got handed a paper bag.

“Well, hope your nose heals nicely.” 

“Thank you,” 

“Bye.”

“Bye.” 

You felt the fluttery sensation in your belly, oh god.

•••

You were so late, and you were never late, not when it came to your work, you could be late for dinner, late for a doctor’s appointment but for work? Never, that would be sacrilege. That until today. 

You woke up suddenly, eyes blinking to the ceiling, sunbeams illuminating the room and that was weird. Realization hit you, fumbling with sheets and bumping with your nightstand you whined as the clock on your phone screen shone a perfect 8:08 am.

“FUCK!” The shout felt so foraging to your own voice you stood frozen in front of your closet for a second and then as fast as you could you dressed.

Mismatched socks were no issue to you, you didn’t care one was pink and the other blue, you didn’t mind that they were showing from under your overalls; overalls felt like the easiest choice, that until you wanted to pee and you decided not to, would be a waste of time. Brushing your teeth as you ran to the kitchen, cold coffee in your go to mug, a protein bar you found abandoned in the counter was shoved in your bag. Calling that a breakfast.

“Agh,” you cried as you hit your knee on the chair. 

Glasses.

And fuck you didn’t have time to put on your contacts, frames had to be. But you know how that quote goes about ‘I need my glasses to find my glasses.’ Well that was exactly how you felt, you had to run to the bathroom to spit the toothpaste and rinse your mouth. Squinting you tried to catch the glimpse of light blue, the color of your frames all round the room, a very difficult task to do when you only saw blurriness, not to count how impossible it felt in the mess you had. So you did what you thought easiest. Grabbing the ends of your quilt you made it float upwards, creating a bubble of air underneath and there the soft thud let you know you were right.

Carefully you kneeled and tapped the carpet with your hands.

“Voilà!” putting them on your face a sigh escaped you, everything took shape. 

What now?

Standing up you went to put on some perfume and you even dared to add a few jewelry pieces. Shoving your glasses up your nose, you made a mental note to get the new prescription and change the frames to ones that sat on your nose nicely. At least they didn’t hurt your now healed nose anymore. That saved you some time, no concealer needed. Then all forgotten, as your eyes found it, a stain of toothpaste on your green shirt, there was no time for a change so you tried to put the overall strap over it, it didn’t stay so you shrugged and ran. Shoulder bumping on the door frame. 

There went another bruise, you still wondered how you managed to collect so many of them. There was your answer each time. 

Glasses pushed up your nose again.

A last little check before heading out, apartment keys, shoes, coffee, oh no, what about lunch? You'd have to buy something. Clothes; well yeah. Bag and laptop. Ready.

And you made your way out. 

It all passed in fast glimpses, the couple walking their dog, kids laughing as their parents took them to school. Old lady dressed in an all yellow outfit, and your reflection on a high end clothing store.

Ew. 

Readjusting your glasses on, just to check if it was real, the image you were met with.

It was embarrassing, you’ve walked two blocks surrounded by people with your hair looking like that! If you looked up what ‘pillow head’ was you were sure a picture of you would pop up on the page. Flattening it was doing nothing to the nest of hair, so you looked for a scrunchie, a clip, anything really that could help fix the atrocious hairstyle, but all this just as you walked because you were not going to lose any time, you were already too late to have the luxury to stop.

Aha! An old pen showed up at the bottom of your bag, a grin of triumph appeared on your face but just as fast it disappeared. Pushed from your back, your sight went blurry. Everything kind of mixed and you tried to push those damn glasses again automatically. Yet they weren’t there.

“No, no, no…” 

The person beside you mumbled a sorry and you gasped as you heard a crack, you weren’t sure where your glasses were, not that it mattered anyway, they must be shattered no use of them. 

Blinking you stood there. It felt like being stranded in open ocean what were you supposed to do now, you could see up close pretty well—if you put your phone or your book two centimeters away from your nose that was the sweet spot of perfect sight, not even worth to say how bad things were from afar, you couldn’t see shit, so things weren’t literally looking good for you. 

You needed them for work and to see what the lucky people were able to see without help like the street lights, or what if you fell on a sewer because you thought it was just an oil stain and you ended up in the Hudson River after you traveled all the way there from under the city. Yeah it was a longshot but you were in New York where everything was possible.

What to do was all you could think about, but you were afraid to move as if doing so was going to harm you. And it was so stupid yet so overwhelming, tears started forming in the rim of your eyes, your sight getting even worse.

And the contacts were left at home, why? Because you were in a rush, why didn’t you carry an extra pair? Because you were dumb like that. If only you had grabbed a scrunchie maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation.

Ouch.

“Don’t stand there!” a man pushed you with what you guessed was his shoulder. 

You moved to the side as best as you could. Grabbing your bag with too much force, as a lifeline. Maybe if you called Cam, your co-worker, she could understand and come help you? You scattered around inside your bag, heart pounding harder the more you looked inside.

“No way,” it seemed you were experiencing the so feared ‘worst day ever’ because your phone wasn’t there and you were too blind and too panicked to do anything other than cry.

Spots of color were all you saw from afar and unclose, your coffee had spilled a bit inside your bag, you hadn’t noticed a moment ago but the smell gave it away.

Sniffing you made your way to the bakery a bit ahead on the street, you could make out the teal sign, and the smell of baked goods served as guidance. The next few steps were so slow you had no idea if anyone was coming straight at you, as predicted you felt something hard hit your side.

“My bad, didn’t see you there-” It was the hand grab on your elbow and the kindness of the words. 

You felt tears stream down your face so easily you felt childish for it. His face was a shapeless thing but you noticed he was tall and his hair was brown. What you were certain of was that he was kind.

“It’s okay,” your voice watery and a bit choked up. 

“Are you all right?” 

“I- I’m a bit lost, but i guess I’m fine,” which was not a lie, you were okay if you ignored the little headache forming at the back of your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,"

You whipped your face with the back of your hand, how embarrasing this was, crying over something like this to a complete stranger.

This boy must have seen the struggle, gentle hand on your elbow still, dragged you closer to the wall of the bakery, out of people’s way.

“Um, you want to call someone?"

“No, I just lost my glasses so… er yeah I’ll go now, thanks though.” 

Turning, not even a full step ahead you hit your leg with the table outside of the place, mumbling horrible things to it. The boy barely hid his snort with a cough.

“Okay, now you need to let me help you.” He said and you could almost hear the smile on his voice.

“You don’t have to-“

“You didn’t see the table and it’s just a foot away from you, I’m not letting you go by yourself in New York.” 

“But I know my way around.” Stubborn you needed the help, yet you couldn’t handle the awkwardness.

You always felt very strong for being independent, now it seemed like you had lost even that.

“Bet you do, but if I watch on the news tonight that something horrible happened to this girl in mismatched sock… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, so if you aren’t doing it for you, do it for my peace of mind.”

There was no way a random boy could be this nice and unintentionally funny to a girl with bad sight. 

“I guess you can walk me to my building,” you blinked repeatedly, making the tears disappear.

“No problem,” 

With a deep sigh you barely made the image of his arm going up, you grabbed it and he chuckled. The warmth was coming up your neck settling in your cheeks. 

“So right?” he asked.

“Yeah,”

The buzz of the city served nicely as background noise, no need to speak, yet it all felt too awkward, the boy moved you aside or said ‘step’ when needed. No matter how nice he smelled or how strong his arm felt it was impossible to not think of the possibilities of him being a murderer or a bank robber. What if he took you somewhere else to kill you, that would be the definite end of a perfectly ‘worst day ever in history’ so may as well…

“Why do you have a pen in your hand?” 

“Oh?” you felt it then, you were still holding on to it for dear life. Maybe this could be your weapon if something happened, better than nothing you supposed. “I was going to use it for my hair.” 

“Right,” he said deadpan.

Shit, you must look horrible if he said it like that. Yay.

“So you live nearby?” you asked, giving his arms a light squeeze as someone ran beside you.

“Um no, but I like the coffee and the croissants at the bakery. Work nearby though.” 

“Cool,”

“You?”

“Me? Me, what?”  blink, blink.

“You live nearby?”

“Yeah, kind of, we passed the bookstore, so we have another two blocks to go, so…” you shrugged.

“How do you know we passed the bookstore?” he sounded amused.

“I heard Lu’s laugh, she laughs at everything and makes the most awful jokes. An easy to clock kind of laugh, very unique.”

“Is that where you buy your books?” 

You frowned for a second. “Er yes? Best bookstore around here,”

A beat of silence, you could feel his muscles flexing yonder your palm.

“Can I ask you how you lost your glasses? They’re on your face so it’s kind of weird you lost them,”

“Right,” you cleared your voice, the wave of embarrassment creeping in your chest but oh well he was basically serving you as a guide dog. “They were kind of old glasses so they slipped down my nose a lot, and then someone pushed me from behind and they flew out or whatever and I heard a crack and what use was it if I tried to look for them,”

“And you don’t have like an extra pair,” 

Ugh stop with the questions.

“I do, but didn’t bring them… listen I know how this looks, I’m stupid and I had the most awful day ever so stop reminding me of my idiocy, please?”

“Wow, okay. “

Shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, if I was rude, I feel pretty bad for everything and I don't even know you and you are helping me but I do feel very stupid and a little paranoid.”

“No, yeah I understand. Trust me, I was just saying because I know it can be a hassle,”

You blinked, “you wear glasses.”

“Used to,” 

“Must be nice, to see without any kind of thing in front of you,” 

“It is, but you can relax a little, I’m not going to rob you, I would've done it earlier if I wanted to,” he laughed, you tensed and he gulped. “Joking, I'm only joking.”

Both of you remained silent as a woosh of air hit your face. The boy beside you moved fast, suddenly you didn’t feel his arm in your palm but his hand on your other shoulder; a ball bounced off close enough to you.

“Hey, be careful.” he shouted and steps were heard, running and gigging. “You okay?”

Blinking you shrugged unsure as to why you wouldn’t be. “Yeah, what happened? I just saw colors moving"

“Just some kids playing soccer, almost hit you,” 

“Thanks I guess.” 

“Don’t worry about it, so… if it helps to make you feel less wary, let me introduce myself. I'm Peter, and I work at Stark industries.”

The image of a Peter that worked at such an important company kinda took shape in your head. You didn’t know why but you were sure he wasn’t the type to wear a suit, yet you could see a navy blue sweater on him, the fabric felt soft between your fingers.

“Are you a scientist?” 

“Yes, you could say so.”

“Are you or are you not?” you smiled.

“I am, yeah. Neurotech, and all that stuff,”

“Sounds boring,”

He laughed, feeling the rumble coming all the way to your hand. He had a nice laugh. “So what do you do Miss ‘my glasses ran away from my face’?”

You went rigid for a second as a street crossing appeared. His hand went to yours and it felt warm, way bigger than your own. Instinctively you squeezed while you waited for the light to change.

“Um,” the nervous chuckle made it a little less awkward. it was an unsettling feeling holding hands with a man you could barely see. “Editing, work at a kids book publishing company.” 

“Hmm I understand the outfit now,” 

Your mouth formed an ‘o’. If it was an insult he made it seem like a joke as he snorted, probably by seeing your face.

“That’s so rude, and for the record this was picked in a rush, had no time to even check in the mirror.” 

“No, yeah I like it, very I don’t give a fuck.”

“Ugh, please stop.” 

He let out a laugh that made you grin, turning to look at him, you knew he was staring back, you could only imagine how he looked.

“You are very easy to piss off, you know that?”

“I am not! If It wasn’t because I’m partially unable I would punch you on the gut.” 

He scoffed. “You wouldn’t stand a chance, blinks. And you wouldn't even be in this situation if you weren’t partially unable.”

“Touché,” 

A blink later you realized the nickname. Just as you were about to ask him, realization hit you, Peter had distracted you, you walked across the street without noticing and you were now able to recognize your street. One, two, third building to your right and there it was, the smell of roses lingering in your nostrils. 

“It’s here,” 

“Oh,” his hand dropped.

Feeling your fingers tingle you closed them in a fist. Fixing your bag’s strap across your chest, pen still gripped tightly. 

“Thank you, Peter.” you extended your hand to him, it took him a second to hold it, but when he did you felt comforted, maybe the walking and the little conversations had done something to create such sensation, that’s why you felt the need to do more than say the obvious.

“It’s fine, glad you got here safe.”

“Let me make it up to you!” your voice coming out a little too loud, you almost grimaced but there was this thing in your chest that told you to not let him go just yet, maybe it was curiosity about how he looked, to put a face on the kind human that helped you.

“No need, seriously.” He moved and you felt the first step on the back of your heel when you mirrored him.

“Please, just let me go get my phone and we can exchange numbers, I can buy you coffee or a bunch of croissants.” you were smiling, hoping.

“I- really? I mean I love the idea of free food, but there’s really no need-“

“Just stay here, yeah? Be right back, if I don’t come back in like five minutes or if you hear a loud crash, come look for me I probably fell down the stairs and broke my neck,”

You laughed as he grumbled.

“Okay, just be careful, don’t need that kind of burden over my shoulders. Can you imagine what the press would say,”

Snorting, you waved him off. “Be right back!”

And you practically ran, you knew this building better than your own palm, it was easy, almost funny to see how you navigated the place without hesitation.

Contact lenses on and a big smile on your face later you found your phone on the kitchen counter. Your bag plopped on the floor and you headed back down in a rush.

There were like five missed calls and a bunch of texts from your group chat at work. You only texted a ‘call you in five’.

At the bottom of the entry steps, a tall man was leaning on the brick wall railing. You came to a halt, almost losing your step on the way down. His eyes went up to you at the same time as his hands, serving as cushion if you fell yet you managed to save face. Yet the shock was obvious, you gulped and there was Peter looking at you with a soft frown.

Fuck me, it 's him!

Clearing your throat you tried to hide the surprise, he chuckled a bit not knowing what was happening, so you went down the stairs slower now, cheeks feeling hot and your belly making twists and turns when you were face to face with him. 

Oh god.

“How many fingers do you see?” he asked, holding a peace sign in front of you, like way too close you went cross-eyed.

Slapping his hand down, you held it for a little longer than a second, the tingles came back.

“Funny, but I see perfectly fine with my contacts, thanks very much.” your eyes landed on his t-shirt where you read: Zombies eat brains, don’t worry you are safe.

You snorted at it. “And you were making fun of my mismatched socks, hypocrite.”

His laugh and smile were like seeing a sunset, pretty and bright and it took your breath away. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to see it,” he shrugged. 

“You didn’t tell me you were the guy that saw my embarrassing nose bruise!” 

He smiled sheepishly. “Wasn’t relevant,”

“Could've made me feel less stressed about you being a serial killer since minute one,”

“Will do next time, but I do hope there isn’t a next time, not in the same circumstances at least,”

Your eyes found his and the staring was intently, you had to take a big inhaler, you weren’t aware you were holding it in. Peter’s phone buzzed and he frowned, quickly adjusting he sent you a slipped smile.

“I gotta go, but I’ll hold you to your word on those croissants and coffee, okay blinks?”

“Um, okay.” 

Peter didn’t do much as wave at you and he walked fast and away. Blinking you realized you didn’t ask for his number nor why he called you that.

“Worst day ever,” you grumbled going up the stairs defeated.

•••

Unlucky, that’s what Cam said to you as she drove you to the hospital.

Maybe you were unlucky indeed, in the past month you had been at risk of losing your life due to the many little incidents, three you’ve counted so far. But keeping a positive mind was key to surviving them all, or so you tried to convince yourself of it. 

“Third time's a charm of whatever,” you mumbled, making pressure over your palm.

“Oh shut up,” Cam scowled.

You giggled but it cut off when she passed through a hole making your hand shake.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Peter, and that played an important role in your performance at work. Daydreaming of his voice, how the faint scent of fabric softener still remained in your nose after so many days, and your lack of attention when you walked around the office. 

That’s why you were at the hospital now. 

It was a bump on the knee followed by a bad placement of the coffee cup on your desk that sent the warm liquid over your jeans, between a gasp a swift motion your chair fell back with you in it, hand barely grabbed the corner of the desk cutting through it, and you were unable to explain exactly how that had happened.

Cam took you to the ER the moment she saw blood coming out of your hand.

“You are not bleeding dry, not on my watch.” She said as if by speaking it you magically avoided such destiny.

Sitting in a room where blue curtains hung around, you got chatty with the nurse as she cleaned the wound, making you grimace and wince just a couple of times.

“Feeling alright? You didn’t hit anywhere else dear?” 

“Nope,” you fixed your new pair of glasses up your nose, even the new ones slipped a bit at times.

She smiled, as she wrapped a long strip of gauze around your left palm. “Is that too tight?”

“It’s fine, thank you,”

“It’s my job dear, so if you feel dizzy in the next few minutes let me know okay, I’ll go get the doctor so you can get going.”

“Ok,” 

You were feeling pretty normal, yeah you got a bit scared and it was obvious your hand was a bit sore but the pain killers were already minimizing the pain. 

The nurse with the kindest smile you’ve seen disappeared, the curtain remained open so you distracted yourself with the passing and going of the nurses soundtracked by a few pained moans and low chit chatting here and there. Moving your hand made you wince a bit, but it got choked down in a second.

“Blinks?” 

You blinked, looking behind you as if the person in front of you was addressing someone else. Stupid you felt when he chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked Peter as he entered the little curtain parted cubicle. Fixing your glasses to try and ease the sudden nerves.

“My aunt works here,” his thumb pointed to your left just where he had come from. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

His frown made you feel a little bad, fingers twitching when you moved it around as to show him.

“Cut myself at work. No need for stitches, lucky. Right?”

Peter scoffed. “This is the third time I see you in need of assistance, what’s up with you and getting hurt huh?”

He stepped into the space a little further, you felt your stomach twist, oh the daydreaming was finally paying off. Maybe you should fall more often.

“My luck I guess.”

“Well lucky me that I find you every time.” he grinned.

“Peter! Thought you were gone,” the nurse that had patched you up appeared, sending you an apologetic smile. 

“May, sorry I just found a friend here.” 

“Oh,” the nurse's eyes went from Peter to you, a little smirk on her lips. “Well, you can wait for her outside, she needs to fill in a few forms before she can go.”

“Okay form police, I will, ” palms up defenseless, Peter sent you a quick glance. “Mind if I wait for you?”

Of fucking course not.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Cool,”

When May, the nurse handed you a thing to sign, she was looking at you in a funny way. You couldn’t dare to ask, so when you headed out of the ER, she squeezed your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you said and she nodded.

“Take care dear.”

Immediately after she walked away you texted Cam.

You:

Found the boy I told you about, he is waiting for me. Text you later

Cam:

Ugh,but are you okay? Don’t need a ride home?

You:

I’m fine, just go. See you tomorrow.

Cam:

Ungrateful girl, hope he is as hot as you made him sound.

With butterflies in your belly and the painkillers making their magic you saw Peter glow as he chatted with an old lady at the desk of the hospital. His smile only grew when he spotted you walking his way. He was literally glowing a halo of light all round him.

“All good?” he asked.

You nodded grinning like an idiot, your cheeks were probably cherry red but who cares. “Are you busy now?” 

Peter licked his lips. “I am not, why?”

“Want to go grab that coffee and a bunch of croissants?”

He chuckled, scratching his cheek, “Yeah, why not.”

“Nice,” 

You walked to the bakery since it was only a couple of blocks East.

“So you got new glasses?” 

You pushed them up the bridge of your nose. “Yup, they still slip but not as much as the others. Got extra contacts on my bag.”

“Better be prepared,”

“Exactly… Peter, can I ask you something?”

Peter nodded making his way to your right, where the cars were passing.

“Why you called me blinks?” 

Peter laughed. “Because you blink a lot,”

“I do not… besides how much does one has to blink to be blinking a lot,” 

Peter shrugged, you blinked up at him. “See? you just did it, it’s not like you blink like a normal person, you do it in a slow motion, don’t take it the wrong way, I mean it in a cute adorable way”

You pushed him from your shoulder, he didn’t even move at your attempt. “Now I’m going to be so aware of that ugh, thanks Peter.”

You were making him laugh so much and it was such a heartwarming feeling you didn’t want it to stop at all. 

“Please don’t, I like that, just forget I said anything.”

Cherry on top that day was tripping over a piece of sticking out sidewalk, that only made you extremely embarrassed–what was new anyway– as you held onto his arm for support, Peter didn’t miss a beat either, hands on the small of your back ready to save you.

“This is getting ridiculous blinks, if you want me to hold you just tell me, don’t trip over yourself."

“I swear this is me all the time, don’t need to impress you with my unskilled ways of moving.” you fixed yourself, not being able to look him in the eye, glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose.

“You have impressed me already, never met anyone as clumsy as you.” 

You glared now, a fake mean stare. “That makes me unique then,” you straightened as if proud of that.

“Very, but you’re in good capable hands,” 

The bakery appeared in your line of vision.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Definitely,” his smirk was so self-assured you believed him.

“So you don’t ever trip or hurt yourself?” The smell of recently baked goods hit you the moment Peter pushed the door open for you. 

His light chuckle made your spine tingle. “I wouldn’t say it never happened but it’s different.”

“There’s no difference you either do or don’t” the line moved, he hit your back, strong hands holding you in place. 

“Oh trust me it’s way different, but maybe with time you’ll find out.”

Turning in your spot you caught Peter already looking down at you, a knowing smile on his rosy lips, you were ready to take that as your reward after everything.

You blinked and his grin widened. 

“Ugh stop!” however you didn’t look away.

“Blinks…”

“Huh?”

You felt him lean in, slowly you were ready for whatever was coming. With your belly in a knot, Peter stopped just as your noses brushed just barely.

“It’s our turn,”

His eyes were so shiny in that brown hue, it was humbling to have been caught like that; agape, flustered waiting to be kissed. You could almost feel how bright your face was shining as you twirled to find the girl on the counter smiling at you.

“Can I have two coffees to go and as many croissants as possible, please?”

[vampirebloodie]

Jealous jealous jealous boy | Mark Hoffman x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Where you were Mark's ex-wife and even after so long he was still jealous of you, especially with Strahm.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, rough sex, creampie, degradation kink, gun play, "toxic" Mark, little CNC

You had been living with Lindsay and Peter for three weeks, unfortunately you hadn't gotten the job, so you were doing all the household chores to reward them both. You were heating the coffee when you felt Peter's arms around you, he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and then sat down at the table with Lindsay.

“Good morning beautiful women, you woke up early today.”

He took the cup and held it out to you as you filled Perez's cup. You filled his and sat at the table, starting to eat some toast with butter.

“We need to go to the New Jersey police station today, did you forget? We were called into the Jigsaw case.”

Lindsay replied and you choked on your coffee, feeling their eyes on you and Peter's hands patting your back.

“Jigsaw?”

You stared at them and Lindsay sighed.

"Yes. Don’t worry, you can stay here in the meantime, i know you don’t want to see Mark anytime soon.”

She said worriedly.

“Or you can come with us, we will have to rent an apartment near there, it will only be for two weeks.”

Peter suggested and you thought for a few moments. Maybe going back to New Jersey wouldn't be such a bad thing, you were also part of the police, but you hadn't been called like the agents and you knew very well why that was, Hoffman had a little influence there and obviously didn't want you close to these cases.

“Okay...i can go, i ll pack some things.”

You finished drinking your coffee and went to your room to pack a small suitcase, Peter followed you.

“Don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to go, that’s okay.”

He comforted you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t run away from Hoffman forever.”

You hadn't officially signed the divorce papers and constantly ignored Hoffman's calls, you thought it was a miracle that he hadn't tracked you down and gone after you.

------------

It was already past noon, you had just arrived in the city and had left your things in the new apartment, you got down and walked to the police station which was close by. You entered and soon came face to face with the boss.

“Special agents and.... Ms. Hoffman?”

He looked at you in surprise, you had practically disappeared from the city for more than 14 days.

“I no longer use that surname. Hello again... well, i haven't been called for this case, so i ll wait at reception.”

You spoke and turned, heading to the customer service room, sitting in one of the chairs and taking out your cell phone to see the new news about the case, new bodies had been found and no other suspects besides Jigsaw. They still didn't realize that Hoffman was the apprentice, your mouth suddenly went dry and you went to the water fountain to drink some water. Even after drinking the water you still felt a little unwell and dizziness hit you. You soon recovered and took a deep breath, you couldn't keep it all to yourself anymore, you needed to report Hoffman.

You walked quickly to one of the rooms where one of the police chiefs was, opening the door panting, scaring the man.

“Ms Y/n Hoffman? ? Why are you here?"

“Don’t call me like that. Please, i need to make a report! I know who Jigsaw’s apprentice is!!”

You practically screamed and leaned on the table. The man's eyes widened.

"What? Really"

“Please, you have to believe me, the apprentice is…”

“Y/n?”

It was Mark's voice, you made a desperate face and refused to turn around, he had arrived at the worst time and had probably heard what you said.

“Detective Hoffman, we have an important update, Y/n said she knows who Jigsaw’s apprentice is.”

The boss explained and you closed your eyes tightly, then looked at Hoffman who was looking at you with a suspicious look.

"Oh really? Thats really good, and who would that apprentice be, Y/n?”

He crossed his arms and you bit your lip, you had some evidence against him that was in your apartment, just your word probably couldn't count as proof.

“I… you’ll find out soon enough.”

You walked quickly feeling Mark's eyes burning into your back, you needed to find Lindsay and Peter, you asked the receptionist who just told you that they had been called to a crime scene quickly and couldn't tell you beforehand. You would have to solve your problem yourself before Hoffman could solve it. You grabbed your things and left the police station as quickly as possible, going to the apartment where your things were.

You entered the property and ran to your suitcase, opening it and taking out some photos and DNA samples that you had secretly collected from Hoffman through his saliva and hair. You put the envelope inside your coat pocket and turned to leave again, only to find Hoffman looking at you with a serious look, you wondered how he got in since you locked the door.

“Did you think i would let you walk around freely knowing about my second job? I thought you were smarter, love, I've been watching you for a while. I already knew you had evidence against me.”

He showed you a copy of the keys, showing that he had been snooping into your life since you left, he knew you were with Strahm and Lindsay, he knew the three of you were going to New Jersey, he knew you were going to report him. Then, your eyes watered and you moved away as he got closer and closer to you, until he cornered you against the wall, you held the evidence tightly in your coat pocket.

“No one is going to save you, sweetheart. I told them to take Strahm and Perez to another place, do you thought i work alone? You don’t know how jealous i was seeing you with that shitty agent, drinking coffee with him, going to cinema... he could never be better than me, ever.”

“When i left... Was that all theater?” “No... i really suffered a little about it, but i knew you and your pussy would come back to me.”

He held your face, caressing your cheek, you had nowhere to run, he would probably kill you in one of those sick traps.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

You practically begged, he just smiled.

“Nah this will not hurt, you’ll like it, i like it when you beg.”

You felt the barrel of his gun touch your stomach and your blood ran cold, the gun passed through your stomach until it stopped on your chin.

"Please..."

His hands grabbed your hair and you moaned.

"It is not enough..."

You knew what he wanted, his hand let go of your hair and you lowered yourself onto all fours under his feet, as a kind of worship.

"Please sir..."

“Are you going to be a good girl or am i going to have to blow your head off?”

You quickly agreed and he pulled you up by your shirt, you felt his lips on your neck and closed your eyes, feeling your insides pulsate.

“Strahm can make you feel this way as easily as i can, hm? Can he make you show what a slut you are?”

“N-no.”

You moaned as he turned you against the wall, feeling his member rub against your ass. Mark picked you up and carried you to Strahm's room, where he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you.

“This is his room...”

You warned.

“Better yet, im going to get my cum all over this sheet so he knows who fucked you on his bed.”

He started kissing you while running his big hands over your body, his hands went to your jeans, removing them immediately leaving you in your panties, his hands ripped open your button-down shirt exposing your boobs.

“Still being a naughty girl who doesn’t wear a bra, hm?”

He asked pinching one of your nipples and you moaned in response. He was pleased with that, you heard the zipper of his pants undoing and his cock jumping out of his underwear, hard, big and thick, none were comparable enough. Your mouth watered.

His hands opened your legs and he removed your panties, placing the item in his pocket. His long, thick fingers passed through your already wet pussy and pressed your clitoris, starting to make circular movements, you bit your lip, holding back your moan, his hands grabbed your neck, making you startle.

“Don’t hide it. Don’t keep it.”

He positioned his member at your entrance and thrust himself inside at once, you screamed, feeling your pussy being widened by his cock, it had been a while since you had sex with someone.

“I missed my little slut’s tight pussy so much.”

He said, throwing his head back, he was holding your neck as an impulse to make quick and rough movements inside you, the bed was banging against the wall and Mark's hips were against you, the scandalous sound of your moans joined with these noises along with his low sighs and moans.

"Please..."

You asked feeling your eyes water.

“Please, hm? You will cum only when i want.”

He pulled out of you and turned you around on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“So perfect, you are mine.”

He praised before thrusting himself inside you again, you moaned loudly against the pillow, his hands alternated between squeezing your waist and slapping your ass. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Mark!!!”

You called his name, this gave him more motivation to increase the pace inside you.

“Cum for me, cunt”

He spoke, pulling your hair and you felt spasms throughout your body as you came on his cock, he gave a few more thrusts before melting inside you, muttering some swear words, you moaned softly, feeling the hot liquid fill you, he came out of you and you fell onto the bed, looking up you saw him with the papers in his hand.

“You won’t need this anymore, darling.”

He said, tearing those papers into little pieces, he was right, you certainly wouldn't report him anymore. Mark lay down on the bed behind you and grabbed your waist, placing light kisses on your shoulder.

"I love you."

“I love you too babe. Don't leave me again never.”

[lacyscabinet]

Natalie who's girlfriend got her leg broken instead of Allie (think that's her name) and Natalie coming back from the wilderness completely different

A/N: OMG I OPENED THIS REQUEST THE MOMENT I GOT THE NOTIFICATION, THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

The same

"Come on guys, you saw her today, there's no way she's gonna do any better at nationals" Taissa complained

"So what do we do?" Lottie said "If she doesn't get the ball she can't screw up the game"

"Tai, you wanna freeze her out!? Really?!" Natalie exclaimed "Can't we just play like a damn team like we always did?'

Taissa scoffed "You don't have to defend her just because she has been your hook up for like a month"

At that, a pissed expression formed on Natalie's face "You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you" she shouted as she walked away.

Of course nobody would ever take her or any relationship she's in seriously, her reputation precedes her after all, but she really loved you, a lot.

"Hi baby!" You happily said as soon as you saw your girlfriend approaching you at the school gates, when she smiled and skipped to you quickly, immediately pulling you in for a peck on the lips "Hey" she mumbled when she pulled away

"wanna meet up at mine?" You asked, she smiled widely "Of course babe"

*a few days later*

"Y/n! On your left!" Jackie yelled passing the ball to you, Taissa had been targeting you throughout the game, you were starting to panic, not really knowing the reason behind her behavior, and just as you were reflecting, something hit your knee and you feel on the ground.

Crack

Pain.

Screams.

You let out a gut wrenching scream, clutching to your leg and noticing something white peaking out "GOD THAT'S MY MOTHER FUCKING BONE!" you shouted.

After that, everything felt like a blur, the pain was unbearable and the only thing you could make out was Natalie's hand tightly holding onto yours.

Then you were brought to the hospital and they treated your leg, it was obvious that you weren't going to the nationals anymore.

Natalie sat in an armchair next to your hospital bed, her thumb tracing circles on your hand soothingly, you were discussing the fact that you had to stay home

"Don't worry baby, before you realize I'm gone I'll be back already" she said smiling.

*19 months later*

You woke up in your crappy apartment, tired from a long night of studying and definitely emotionally drained, College wasn't that bad but definitely it wasn't what you expected.

Because she wasn't there.

Since the plane crashed it was impossible for you not to think about Nat every single day.

Where is she? Is she okay? Is she alive?

You didn't know, no one knew.

When you got the news that the girls (if still alive) were stranded somewhere in the nowhere you completely broke down, you lost yourself for a long time, and now when you just started to feel more at ease with that tool, it all ended when you turned on the tv

"The survivors of the girls soccer team Yellowjackets were found and rescued in the early hours of the morning, the girls were found in the Ontario wilderness in critical conditions, now they are currently at the local police station in Wiskayok, New Jersey"

Natalie.

You ran as fast as you could. Not looking back, just running and running.

And when you reached the police station, you had to make your way through thousands of people, and when you finally got to the front, you saw them.

They were going from the station to another plane, and you panicked,

God, there aren't many survivors. What if Natalie...

Your thoughts evaporated when you saw one of the girls frenetically pulling up her hood, brown hair and...blonde ends...

Nat.

And that's what you yelled "Nat! Natalie!"

Suddenly the head of the girl turned in your direction, tears instantly running down both of your eyes, she quickly ran to you and you met her halfway, instantly pulling her in a bone crushing hug.

You both sobbed and looked at each other in the eyes, and when a police officer rushed to pull you away from her, you could swear that she almost grunted at him, pushing him off you and bringing you back to her chest

*three months later*

After she came back home Natalie moved into your apartment, it was nice having her around all the time after almost two years of her being far far away, she never really liked to talk about that place, so you never forced her to.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, Nat and you were sleeping in your bed peacefully cuddled up until you heard small sobs and felt something wet dripping down your face, looking up at her, she was still sleeping, and it didn't take a genius to tell she was having a nightmare "Baby?" You softly muttered, shaking her awake, that startled her, and opening her eyes she couldn't help but sob even harder.

Another time you two were sitting by the small fireplace in your living room drinking hot cocoa and watching a movie, when you turned your head you noticed her intensively staring at the fire, you got closer, rubbing her back "We did this a lot back there, sit by the fire..." she said, reminiscing her experience "Nat if you ever feel like..." you were interrupted "talking about it? No y/n ...the things we saw, the things we did out there in order to survive... I don't want you to know, you'll never look at me the same"

Days later you got home after class for a quick lunch, Natalie was already in the kitchen, cup in hand "Coffee?" You asked taking a closer look only to meet small pieces of meat cut in little rectangles, she looked at you as if you were the one with a weird demeanor "Here" you spoke up picking up a plate for her "Don't eat from the cup"

It wasn't just the way she behaved, unable to let go of some little things she got used to in the wilderness, it was also the look in her eyes, now cold and at times empty, it broke your heart to see her like that, but one day, you hoped, things would get better, the old bitchy and tough Natalie who you feel in love with would come back.

And that day at the moment was sure far away .

A/N: imma post some other stuff soon, stay tuned guys!!!

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“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

im baackkkk! ok guys i’m so sorry i literally STUPIDLY COULDNT LOG IN TO THIS ACCOUNT. but hey i’m back now 😍i’m excited to write again and pleaseee send requests. love you guys sm!