#u just have to find a way to make it work for you

[suashii]

— 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ౨ৎ

boothill x f!reader. 3.8k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ a few suggestive bits ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ pet names ( darlin’ ) ﾉ brief mentions of food

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we have come to the of of little miss city girl, the farmhand boothill series :') thank u so much for the support u have shown on these fics! i could not have ever imagined one of my silly little thoughts entertaining so many people. while this is wraps up the plot, i will continue to write little extras of fh!boothill, just in ways that aren't linear to the main series ❤︎

your room looks like a hurricane ripped through it—all the clothes from your closet scattered messily over your bed, makeup products and hair appliances strewn across your vanity, and at the center of it all is you. your fingers are tangled in the roots of your hair and a groan that sounds like it came from another person penetrates the air. unlike a hurricane, there’s no calm in the eye of this storm. you thought your stress was supposed to be subsided by now—the hard part has passed, so what the hell is this?

the date hasn’t even started and everything seems to be going wrong. you have no idea what to wear and boothill has been absolutely no help on that front, not budging even an inch when you asked for a hint as to where he was taking you. the answer you got was, “patience, darlin’,'' accompanied by his signature smirk and wink before he left you to continue with work for the day. 

just as you consider tracking the farmhand down to ask him again and force him to give you something a little helpful, your phone dings. you ignore it for a second and then another before you remember that you recruited help from meg a little while ago. you practically dive for the device, quickly unlocking it so that you can read over her long-awaited advice.

go with the white babydoll dress!!!

the one she’s referring to and a few other options lay atop the mound of clothes that you’ll have to put back later. it caught your eye earlier but you had wondered if it would be too dressy for the occasion. there’s only so much to do in town and half of those things involve getting dirty but if you and meg both have your eyes on it, then the dress must be the one.

thank you, love you!

with one less thing to worry about, you hop in the shower a little more carefree than you have been since waking up this morning. the nerves that have had you on edge for most of the day are slowly but surely turning into ones that are itching for time to move quicker.

the rest of your preparation is considerably less taxing with meg’s input and your gradual decline of overthinking. you’re able to style your hair and paint on some makeup without any trouble, your foot mindlessly bouncing up and down as you hum the melody to the last song you listened to. soon, the only sign that you had experienced any turmoil at all is the state of your room. you’ll deal with that later.

you’re packing your bag with the essentials—chapstick, mints, hair ties—when there’s a knock at your door. the sound makes you jump and suddenly the nerves come rushing back. you can’t let boothill see your room like this. luckily for you, he’s content talking through the door.

“i’ll be waiting for you outside, darlin’. no rush.” his voice is a little muffled but despite the obstruction, you can still hear the smile in his tone. you can see it in your head—soft pink lips curling up at the corners, a little higher on the left, and sharp, pearly white canines of display. the sight once ignited annoyance in you but that feeling has all but died down, replaced with something closer to fondness.

“okay!” you yell back.

he assured you that it was no rush but you find yourself hastily gathering the rest of your things. before you tuck your phone away in the bag, you shoot meg a text that you’re about to head out. the device buzzes with a notification before you’re able to put it away and you quickly read over meg’s reply.

have fun and be safe! update me as soon as you get home… or not ;)

your lips part in surprise at her thinly veiled implication. the thought alone of anything even remotely intimate like she’s suggesting is enough to make your cheeks burn and the tips of your ears heat up. you put the screen of your phone to sleep and shove it into your bag, hoping the thought will disappear with it. 

you make your way down the stairs and stop at the doorway to slip on your boots before you pull the door open to meet boothill at his truck. the vehicle is pulled up right in front of the porch. he leisurely leans against the passenger door, legs crossed at the ankle and arms crossed over his chest. he looks like a still taken from a romance movie and the corners of your lips turn up as you wonder if that was his intention.

he’s never struck you as the type to watch those kinds of movies but as you look at him, you realize that there’s a lot you still don’t know about boothill. you bite back a smile at the thought that a little part of you is looking forward to learning more.

“well,” boothill starts, standing up straight and stuffing his hands away in his pockets. irises like stormy clouds look you over from head to toe before finally stopping at their destination—your eyes. “you look mighty pretty—as usual.”

“thanks.” you suck in your cheeks to stop yourself from puckering your lips in embarrassment. it’s nothing you haven’t heard before but the compliment feels different when you’ve put in the effort to look nice, and for him, at that. you clear your throat and gesture to his figure, moreso the outfit he’s dressed in. “you clean up nice.”

his outfit is simple, a plain white t-shirt paired with jeans and the pair of boots he reserves for occasions outside of work at the ranch. there’s a red bandana tied around his neck and one of his favorite hats, a brown beige, sits atop his hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. it’s nothing out of the norm for him, though, the dirt and sweat that typically stain his attire is absent. he’s clearly put in a bit of effort for the experience.

boothill grins at the courtesy. he could get used to receiving a little bit of praise from you. even such a simple statement makes him feel like he’s on top of the world. all his patience seems to have paid off. “i hoped you’d think so.”

a strange sense of ease overwhelms you knowing that the farmhand also had you in mind while he was getting ready, was compelled to try and impress you. though, you’re sure his room didn’t end up looking anything like yours in his pursuit of the goal.

thankfully, boothill doesn’t allow much time for your mind to wander and for you to get self-conscious all over again. he’s moving before you, spinning on his heel to open the passenger’s door of his truck. he turns to face you once more.

“your chariot, m’lady,” he swings his arm out in a gesture full of flourish that makes you hide a laugh behind your hand. your suspicion that boothill may have taken some inspiration from a film only grows stronger with the motion but you play along, not minding feeling like the main character of a romantic story as you walk down the couple of steps from the porch to meet boothill.

you catch a whiff of him as you slide past to take your seat, clean with soap and the subtle scent of earthy sandalwood. it’s a heady smell that drifts away too soon as he cautiously closes your door and rounds the vehicle to join you on the driver's side.

your head is practically swimming with the pleasant scent of him when boothill takes his spot beside you and even more so when he turns on the air conditioning. your thoughts are bound to roam if you continue to focus on it so you close your eyes and shake your head before turning to boothill. “so, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?”

“nope,” he tells you as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the main road. the man spares you a quick glance with his next words. “you’ll find out when we get there.”

you force out a dramatic sigh that earns a chuckle from boothill. despite your theatrics, you don’t push the issue. he seems hellbent on keeping it a secret and maybe the surprise will have been worth it not being spoiled by your curiosity.

so, while boothill drives, you settle for fiddling with the knob of his radio, switching between stations until you land on one that’s playing a song you like. boothill playfully ridicules you for skipping past so many decent songs but you stand your ground, arguing that the radio is the one thing you have control over since he insists on being so secretive.

he can only smile and agree.

one full song plays before boothill pulls off to the side of the road. a crease forms between your eyebrows, confusion written on your face. other than a house a little farther down the road, there’s not a building in sight. what around here is worth stopping for? “what are we doing here?”

“quick pit stop,” he tells you, unbuckling his seat belt and pushing the door open. cluelessness must be evident in your expression because boothill tips his head down to laugh. he explains once he lifts his head. “stay here, i won’t take long—promise.”

you don’t question him, you just let your eyes follow his figure as he sets out to the field beside the road. you have no idea what business he has in the grass but you don’t question it, choosing instead to change the song playing over the speakers. warm air from outside the truck flows into the vehicle through the door boothill left open and while it’s not hot enough to make you sweat, you lean closer toward the vent. with your attention focused on a multitude of other things, you barely notice boothill’s return, not taking note of his presence at the open door until he clears his throat.

your head whips in his direction and you find him bent over the seat, his feet planted outside the truck and his arms resting on the seat. it takes you a moment to register that there’s a bunch of something colorful in his hands—flowers. they’re wildflowers, a pretty blend of orange and yellow, not nearly as neat as a professional bouquet but just as thoughtful.

“for you.” he holds the homemade bouquet out to you. it reminds you of a time a little while ago when he said those exact same words. he was handing you flowers from miss alma then but the more you thought about it after the fact, the less sense it made that the lady didn’t give you the flowers herself—you were right there, after all. the thought had nagged at you—the possibility that they may have really been from boothill—but you paid it little mind, choosing not to read too deeply into the gesture for your own peace of mind.

unlike then, you don’t hesitate to take them. the bunch is held together with a hair tie and it’s only then that you realize boothill’s ponytail has been freed from its confines, hair flowing freely over his shoulders and down his back. “from you this time?”

“of course.” he smiles. if he picks up on the fact that you’re onto him, he doesn’t show it, simply boosting himself back into the truck and closing the door behind him. you gently run the pads of your fingers over the soft petals as boothill makes his way back onto the road. a soft smile pulls at your lips, one the boothill catches out of the corner of his eye. he doesn’t mention it, just cherishes the short glimpse of the sight he’s beginning to think he’d move mountains for.

several minutes pass before the environment shifts, the tires of boothill’s truck going from riding smoothly on the pavement to roughly over uneven dirt. it makes for a bumpy ride. that paired with the fact that you’re unsure where the two of you could be heading is enough for you to speak up. “are we allowed to drive down here?”

boothill shrugs, keeping his eyes ahead. “what’s a broken rule here and there?”

you frown at that. it’s doubtful that anyone will see you out here—it’s secluded enough—but you can’t help but wonder if you’ll end up getting in any trouble. sure, it would make for a memorable first date but you’d rather the occasion go off without a hitch. “you didn’t say we’d be partaking in illegal activities.”

“it’s not illegal,” he tells you with a laugh, one that he tries to conceal under his breath but is loud enough for you to hear. “just frowned upon, maybe.”

you click your tongue in response.

“wow, a city girl and goody two shoes. i’ve got my work cut out for me with you.”

“oh, shut it.” you slap his shoulder which earns an entertained chuckle from the farmhand. your annoyance at yet another nickname is short-lived as you look out your window. boothill is driving down what you imagine is meant to be a hiking path, far too narrow to have been intended for anything larger than a park ranger’s utility vehicle. the only thing you’re passing by is trees, and plenty of them. “what the hell could possibly be out here?”

boothill grins—partly at you swearing but mostly because his goal of surprising you can now be considered a success. “you’re looking at it, sweetheart.”

you send him a questioning look but he only points ahead in answer. following the direction of his finger, you peer straight ahead through the windshield. underneath the sun’s glowing rays, the soft waves of a creek glisten. the densely wooded area has thinned out to make way for a clearing, one of dusty dirt and tiny pebbles that crunch beneath the tires as boothill maneuvers the truck so that the rear faces the body of water.

he turns the key in the ignition, the engine dying with the motion. gray eyes flit to his right to catch your gaze. “meet me in the back?”

you nod, unbuckling your seatbelt, opening the door, and hopping down to the ground. the slam of the door alerts two birds and sends them flying. you watch their wings flap as they flee while you make your way to the back.

boothill is busy opening the trunk when you arrive, pulling down the horizontal door and peeling back the topper that covers the bed. once it’s open, he rounds the back and effortlessly climbs onto the open space. he looks down at you and offers his hand. his fingers wiggle in invitation before you take hold of him. with his support and the step on the bumper, you’re able to join him in the bed.

at the new height, you see that the bed looks different than it did when you last saw it. instead of being lined with the protective mat and filled with groceries, a blanket covers the surface. there are pillows propped against each other, a wicker basket filled to the brim with an assortment of snacks and boothill’s guitar is even laid out amongst the things he brought.

“didn’t wanna overwhelm you with anything fancy or nothin’,” boothill explains upon taking note of your silence. 

you think about how awkward it would have been to share a meal with boothill alone. though, the thought of boothill dressing up in something more formal than his typical attire and hating every second of it is a humorous one. despite missing out on the opportunity to see a whole new side of the man, you’re grateful he had your comfort in mind when it came to planning this. “no, no, this is nice. this is great.”

you take a seat on the cushioned bed, not-so-subtly eyeing the spot next to you in a silent gesture for boothill to do the same. he follows your lead and sits down with his legs crossed. your shoulders bump in his attempt to get comfortable and the accidental movement reminds you that there’s no center console separating the two of you now. without the air conditioning, your closeness makes it much easier to feel the heat radiating from boothill. it’s not unpleasant but, just like his scent, it makes you a bit lightheaded.

 “so,” you start, tilting your head toward him so you can get a better look at the farmhand from the corner of your eye, “what are we doing besides taking in the scenery with snacks and music?”

“talkin’.” 

you turn your head fully so you’re facing him, waiting patiently for the rest of his sentence. the subject never comes. “about what?”

“well, you haven't really jumped at the opportunity to tell me about yourself.” 

you can’t argue with that—you’ve been fairly private in terms of your life when it comes to boothill. other than the little bits your grandpa has let slip and the few things he’s picked up during your interactions together, there’s a lot boothill doesn’t know about you. first dates are all about getting well acquainted with each other, right? “okay… what do you want to know?”

he smiles a soft smile at your willingness to share. “whatever you wanna tell me.”

it’s a broad ask—lets you keep certain things to yourself and expand freely on others. so you do. you tell him about your summers on the farm—how you’d pester your parents to drive you down practically the second school let out for summer break. you tell him about the tree climbing, the horse rides, the fruit picking—everything you got up to during those warm months off. you tell him about your summers at the ranch coming to an end, traded in for internships and job interviews. you tell him about how all the stress you tried to ignore over those years caught up to you, how you finally bit the bullet and came back to find some solace.

boothill listens intently, nodding along to your stories, smiling at the parts where you find yourself speaking through giggles, hanging off your every word. he says it's a bummer that something so crummy led you back here but that he’s glad it did—otherwise, he wouldn’t have met you.

that part makes you bite your cheek in a failed attempt to hold back a smile. being the sole subject of his stare is intimidating. it feels as though he’s seeing you—really seeing you, beyond the walls you put up that he’s actively tearing down brick by brick. it feels almost selfish that the spotlight has been shining on you all night. you take the break in conversation as an opportunity to turn the focus on boothill, to ask him what he asked of you; to talk.

he tells you about his days in high school—how he used to help his dad out at his auto repair shop and how he took up guitar at his mother’s insistence. he plays a song his mom used to like—the first one he learned—for you before opening the floor for requests. you ask for “a crazy little thing called love” by queen. the implication of the song’s title doesn’t hit you until boothill’s eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise. your mouth opens to explain but he cuts you off with a little ah-ah-ah, fingers finding their place on the strings and beginning to strum.

you lose track of how many songs he plays, how many pieces of popcorn you’re able to toss into his mouth, how much time has passed in this peaceful little bubble boothill created just for the two of you. by the time you question any of it, the sun has bid you goodnight and left you with its glowing white counterpart. bright stars speckle the sky and crickets chirp amongst blades of grass when boothill finally checks the watch on his wrist.

“gettin’ pretty late,” he informs you, wiping the palms of his hands on his thighs. he turns to you with what looks like a sleepy grin—he must have woken up for the day a while ago. “about time i get you home. if that’s alright with you, of course.”

you nod. as nice as these few hours have been, it wouldn’t be fair of you to keep him out here because you’re not ready for the night to end. 

he stands up with a grunt, offering you a hand to help you do the same. you accept it and let him pull you to your feet. the warmth of his hand disappears as he lets go to hop down from the bed. he beckons you forward with two fingers, holding his arm out to help you down.

such a gentleman, you think, smiling and shaking your head as you take a couple of steps toward the edge. before you make it, the toe of your boot catches on the blanket. the mishap sends you forward with a shocked squeal but your shins don’t scrape the bed and you don’t hit the ground with an ungraceful thud.

you’re safe in boothill’s hold, his arms wrapped around your thighs, your chests pressed closely together. it’s a compromising position, though, despite the frantic beating of your heart, you don’t bother telling him to put you down or fighting your way out of his grasp. you simply look down at him and swallow the nervous lump in your throat.

he smirks. “you alright?”

“fine,” you tell him. the reassurance comes out a bit breathy.

“good.” he doesn’t put you down. “did you have a nice time?”

“yes.” you nod. “i did.”

bathed in the dim moonlight, you gaze into boothill’s eyes. he stares back into yours. neither of you make any effort to move. it’s like you’re frozen in time, or maybe it’s moving slower, you’re not sure, but there’s only one thought circling in your mind at the moment.

you have no idea where it came from but you act on it before you can think any better of it, leaning down, your nose bumping his. you’d barely consider it a kiss—more like your lips gently brushing against his, but the shockwave that courses through your body at the contact hits all the same.

boothill’s lips stretch into a smile underneath yours but he chooses to keep them sealed, not teasing, not escalating.

you don’t go back for another, nothing deeper, nothing more passionate, nothing more raw. you’ll have plenty of time for that after tonight. instead, you bring your hand up to run your thumb over his lower lip. your next words come out as a whisper. “how about i plan the next one?”

you can feel his chuckle against your finger. “i expect you’ll show me a good time, little miss city girl.”

thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

[wnwoolvr]

haechan

Everything was like every other day, but every other day was enjoyable especially with haechan.

you and haechan had gotten married, 2 years ago and haechan was the best husband you could have asked for, he was funny, very caring and attentive to you all the time, even when he got home from work and he was beat, he still wanted to be near you, to be affectionate.

haechan walked through the front door, softly announcing his entrance, “i’m home” he hummed from the door way, you stood in the kitchen, finishing up some dishes that you used to make your husband dinner.

“in the kitchen” you too, announced your location so he can come find you, and that he did.

haechan made his way over to the kitchen, following the sound of your sweet hums of a song he played you. “hi” haechan mumbled as he back hugged you, his wedding band slightly grazing your arm, his perfume taking over your nose, his warm hands resting on the exposed skin of your waist and his soft slightly cold cheek from the weather outside, pressed against your warm neck.

“hi, how was work?” you ask him softly, finishing up the dishes, “lame… as usual” he huffed and closed his eyes, enjoying your warmth, almost as if he was recharging from his tiring day, you giggle at his response of him calling his job ‘lame’ you can feel his soft pink plush lips smile against your neck.

“go wash up, i finished dinner” you say drying your hands off on a kitchen towel, and slipping your ring back on, haechan looked over your shoulder admiring the ring on your finger “five more minutes” he groaned, turning you around so he can hug you face to face, you were looking at his soft tan skin, his big round eyes, loving the man standing infront of you.

“what? shocked at how handsome your husband is?” he teases you and pinches your side making you squeal and laugh, “you wish” you say, teasing him back. he rolls his eyes playfully and you leave his grip “i’ll get your food ready, go” you say ushering him upstairs to wash up so he can eat, he makes objecting sounds “fine…” he says as he walks upstairs.

20 minutes later he comes back downstairs, with his hair wet, in a white shirt and grey sweats, his bare face on display making him look as handsome as ever, “i missed you” he said as he immediately attaches onto you, similar to two magnets connecting “i missed you too” you respond wrapping your arms around his neck, his heart swelled at you reciprocating his affection

you lead him to the dining table where you took his food out, you made him a dish from your country and it was his favorite, “you’re such a good cook, my love” he said sitting down getting ready to eat, you smile at his compliment.

once haechan was done eating you both decided to lay in bed and watch tv, an every night occurrence.

you laid on haechans chest, twiddling the hem of his t-shirt inbetween your index and thumb, while he had his hand on your back rubbing it softly to let you know he’s still there.

a reality tv show you guys often watch together is playing, eventually you feel haechans hand stop moving, you turn your head and see his sleeping face.

you look up at him and admire his soft features your hands subconsciously making their way up to move his damp hair out of his face, making his eyes scrunch, “mm?” he hums as he feels you touching his face “sorry” you say softly and he doesn’t respond, he just rolls over and sandwiches you against the bed, his arms completely engulfing you, snuggling into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

your hands find their way to his hair to play with it, your heart swells, you feel full, “i love you” you mumble against the side of his head, half awake haechan hears you, he places a soft kiss against your neck, a symbol of that he loves you too.

——-

i’m going to eat haechan

this is from my poll!! domestic haechan won i think but im still gonna do jaehyun as well 😜🙏

blessss enjoy love u mwah

[aliidarling]

Ok so reader only know ghostface without the mask and one day catches him take off his mask during a kill and she says that’s hot and he finds out she has a mask kink and maybe like predator prey with squirting ?

He’s lucky she’s into bad boys. Fluff to nsfw

make you mine

ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary: you have a study date with your crush and walk in on him wearing his silly ghostface robe

warnings: smut, p in v, blood, oral, light choking, creampie, sweet and mean ethan kinda, mask kink, ethan is our cute psycho bae

i hope you like it :) i’m sorry i didn’t really know how to include predator prey

nsfw content below !!

it had been a few months since you met ethan. he was all you’ve ever wanted— sweet, caring, smart, and dorky. you were into all the same things, from star wars down to gaming. the only thing that wasn’t identical between the two of you were your study habits.

you wouldn’t say you were a troubled student, no, you were struggling student. you needed help, and who’s better to help you then your hot crush who happens to be a straight A+ student?

you had talked it over with him the other day and you both agreed you’d come down to his dorm tonight for a study date— session. he said chad was with tara tonight so it would be just the two of you, ridding you of chads loud yelling. chad was nice, you loved him, but he could get quite a bit annoying when it comes to his gaming or sports shows.

so here you stood, knocking on ethan’s dorm door. silence is all that answered you. you were quite annoyed, you had been standing here for a few minutes now, staring at the wood in your face and waiting for it to open. but thus, no answer. worst part? you could hear the sound of someone walking around and moving things inside. ethan was home. was he ignoring you?

“ethan?” you call out, now getting a little worried. there had been a killer on the loose recently, going by the name ghostface. his shrieking mouth and wide black eyes lingered in your head, for good and bad reasons you didn’t wanna discuss. a voice whispered in your ear, telling you ethan was in trouble inside.

your hand found its way on the handle and slowly turned it, blinking in surprise when it opens with a small creak. it wasn’t like ethan or chad to leave their door ever unlocked. odd.

you step in and immediately freeze at the sight of blood trails on the ground, splattered over the floor and leading to ethan’s room. you gulp nervously and quickly lock the door behind you, worriedly rushing to his kitchen to grab a knife before slowly walking towards his bedroom.

you peeked your head in, looking around the dark young adult room. he had a large bed in the corner of the room, with dozens of pillows and a plaid navy blue blanket, his clothes hanging on the edges. his desk was next to his bed, also working as his nightstand, with his gaming set up on the top. you loved his gaming set up, it was always fun to play on it or watch him play himself.

but it wasn’t how messy his room was that had you gaping in shock— no, it was the sight of him standing in the middle of the room with his back to you, black robe stained with bloody smears on his body, and a familiar mask in his hands. he was looking around the room in a rush, trying to change out of it quickly before you came, you assumed.

“ethan?” you choked out, your voice shaky.

he jumps at the sound of your voice, immediately turning to face you. his eyes are wide, brown curls messy and his plump lips parted in surprise. horror takes over his expression as he gawks at you, holding the mask silently for a moment before shoving it behind his mask.

“what are you doing here?” he coughs awkwardly.

you gaze at him, blinking dumbly.

“we.. had.. a study da— session.”

“..right.” he gulps hard. he didnt forget, of course he didn’t. he had been freaking out all week about having the perfect night with you. he was gonna play a movie and study with you and play some games— not whatever the hell this is.

“..you’re.. the ghostface.” you mumble and step forward, shutting the door behind you. he blinks in surprise at your easiness and how you weren’t on your knees crying. you were calm. collected. it freaked him out a little.

“you’re not screaming and crying.” he comments, dark eyes staring you down as you finally step face to face with him. a small smile tugs at your lips, hands going to gently pull the mask from his hands to look over the white plastic now stained red.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” you mumble, rubbing the blood smudge, “i saw the blood trail and assumed the worst.” you smile up at him. he shudders.

this was weird. you weren’t scared at all. no, you were giving him bedroom eyes and showing your pretty little smile at him. he wants to scoop you up already.

“you do realize i’m the ghostface, right?” he scoffs, one hand going to gently take your chin. his robe and bloody appearance gives him more confidence, letting him take ahold of your face to pull him closer. “the same dude who’s been trying to kill all our friends.”

he doesn’t miss the way your cheeks burn up at his touch. a small grin appears on his face. he couldn’t of fallen in love with a more perfect woman.

“as long as you don’t hurt me.” you smile sheepishly and look him up and down, scanning his attire more clearly now that you’re up close. it’s slightly sparkly, the fabric glistening from his led lights.

“i would never hurt you.” he coo’s, gently rubbing his thumb against your porcelain skin. his gloves are thick but you can still feel his warmth against your skin, rubbing a small amount of blood onto your skin. he smiles at the contrast of your cute face with the blood stain.

your lips part by themselves as you look up at him, lashes batting. he takes one good look at your face and immediately knows what you want. one hand wraps around your small waist and the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling you against his lips with a small moan.

the kiss is gentle and slow, soft pants leaving the two of you between each kiss. your skin felt milky in his hands. you had imagined the two of you kissing many times— during your lunch break and when you had movie nights with the whole friend group, but you never imagined it like this.

with blood all over him, the ghostface mask in your hand and his rough hands gently scooping you up into his arms. his muscles have never been more prominent, making you cling tighter and let out a small moan into his lips. he groans at your soft little noise, pulling you closer and starting to walk you towards his bed.

with a soft thud your back hits the mattress, blinking up at him with a flushed expression and a smile creeping onto your lips. he begins to put his mask off to the side before you quickly catch his wrist, “wait, don’t.” you say. he frowns down at you in surprise, brow raising up.

“don’t what?” he hums in amusement.

“keep.. it.. on.” you mutter hesitantly.

oh, you were gonna be the death of him for sure. your cute little smile and big eyes blinking up at him innocently, as if you didn’t just ask him to fuck you in his mask. he can’t help but immediately smash his lips back onto yours, taking advantage of the last few seconds he’ll be able to kiss you.

his hands are gentle with you but in a hurry as he tugs down your clothes, pulling down your bottoms and yanking your top off you. he’s trying be careful— but he can’t wait any longer for your sweet taste.

“i’m gonna use my mouth on you and then i’ll put the mask on, okay?” he whispers, glancing at you with pleading brown eyes. you nod meekly and part your thighs, watching as he lowers his head between them and presses a soft kiss to your folds. you let out a soft exhale at that, your hands going to tangle themselves in his soft hair. you make sure you don’t accidentally pull his hair too hard.

his lips aren’t very experienced when it comes to pleasing women but he tries his best, sucking at your clit while his gloved fingers prod at your hole, gently sliding in a finger and curling it up into your g-spot. the noise you make motivates him further, his sucking increasing in its pressure as he wiggles his finger.

“please, just like that-“ you gasp, your legs finding their way over his shoulders. your feet kick lightly against his muscular back, eyes fluttered shut in bliss and mouth agape with noises falling out like a broken record.

he hums, muffled by your pussy. the vibration makes you shiver and clench down on his fingers. he notices and decides to add in his second finger, giving your clit a few little nibbles to distract you from the stretch. you whine lewdly and he chuckles lightly.

a few more minutes are spent of him slowly building you up until you fall over the edge, moaning happily as he drives his thick fingers deeper and deeper until you cum on his fingers, some of it getting on his chin. his lower face glows with your essence, parting after a moment with a slow breath.

“so perfect for me.” his lips perk up, hands going to tug at your waist, pulling you further down the bed until your right under him. he kneels over you, grabbing his mask and pulling it back on. your reaction is immediate, cheeks flushing at the sight of the tall masked man, bloody mask and robe looming over your naked form.

“never thought you’d be into this, doll.” he muses, feeling a switch in his personality with the confidence the mask gives him. his hands are quick to pull his robe aside, pulling his hard cock out from his sweatpants. it slaps against his abdomen with a soft squelch, the pre cum glistening with his tip throbbing red.

“gonna be a good girl and take this cock?” he asks gently, crawling over you.

“yes ghostface..” you giddily smile, grinning up at him as he presses your thighs to your chest and giving him access to your core. he smiles under his mask in approval, gently rubbing circles on your thighs, before pressing his head against your opening. he watches your face as he slowly inches it in, going deeper and deeper into your gummy walls, splitting you apart in his girth.

“fuck, feels s’good ethan.” you say in an almost whiny tone, gawking at the stretch and how good it feels to have your best friend finally dick you down the way you’ve been imagining for months. you’re rendered speechless as he impales you slowly and gently, relishing in how you moan so pretty.

“it’s ghostface to you, baby.” he corrected with a cocky tone. once the words leave his mouth, he delivers a harsh thrust into you, making you bite down and squeak. the stretch is barely there anymore— your wetness letting him easily make his home inside you.

“s-sorry, sorry, please ghostface—“ you quickly replied, chest heaving up and down as he starts a pace. your mouth falls open as his fat head slams against your cervix, hands holding your thighs tightly down with an almost bruising grip. when you imagined finally having sex with him, you pictured gentle and slow love making, not this.

his shrieking expression stared down at you emotionlessly, the blood reminding you he had just murdered someone before pushing his cock inside you. their blood was all over the room, staining the floor and now your porcelain skin. and for some odd reason, your pussy clamped down on him harder at that.

“you’re— so— so damn, tight—“ he hisses lowly, a guttural groan coming from him. he harshly slams inside you, one of his hands going to wrap around your throat and squeeze. the choking catches you off guard, blinking up at him in distraught before whimpering pathetically.

he snickers at that. “such a god damn whore,” he laughs, squeezing your airway gently while thrusting harder and harder into your pussy. “moaning like a slut while the blood of an innocent person gets all over them.” he huffs.

he pulls himself down, pressing his chest against your thighs. “my slut, right?” he coos in an almost sweet tone, mocking you no doubt. you nod with a muffled cry, feeling your orgasm near once again. he could feel himself growing close to his climax as well, his cock throbbing intensely inside you.

“fuck— fuck, gonna cum? gonna cum for me?” he gives your thigh a little swat before pressing his rough fingers against your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly as you squeal. he doesn’t let up on his pace at all, rather taking your choked up noises as more reason to go harder.

your nod is eager and messy, big watery eyes gazing up at his mask. your pussy was too tight and he could feel himself cumming already, his thrusts slowing down until he gives you one last little jerk of his hips. a soft sigh leaves him as your walls spasm around him tightly. his eyes widen in shock as you squirt all over his cock and robe, a gasp leaving the two of you.

it’s silence for a moment before he starts snickering, staring down at the mess you made of his robe. your cheeks turn red and you weakly sit up, blinking at him with dazed eyes and swollen lips. he could see the light mark his hand made around your neck, making him almost harden again.

“s-shut up, i didn’t know i could do that!” you hiss defensively, blushing and squeezing your thighs shut. he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his mask off and shaking his curls free.

“dont worry about it baby, just lay back. lemme clean you up and then maybe we can do that studying.” he snorts. you roll your eyes and reluctantly lay back down, staring at him.

“are you, uh, actually ghostface?” your small question breaks the silence as he fixes you up. he scowls down at you.

“yeah, dumbass.”

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 19 (18+)

a/n: thank you @bahablastplz for editing! i appreciate you 🩵 and thank you, readers, or your patience.

[ read chapter 18 here ]

Chapter 19: Of Christmas & Chokers

Over the next few days, the comfortability between you and Chan deepens. Whether you’re in the room or out being tourists, you remain almost glued together—holding hands, sitting on his lap, hugging each other, kissing. Your conversations flow naturally and without tension. In an alternate universe, perhaps this would have been an ideal trip for a couple in love. As delusional as you may have become in believing this could be a new normal, you keep one foot grounded in reality. Well, maybe not the whole foot…but at least a pinky toe.

Your days are packed with several activities such as a nighttime ATV ride, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. You both have the time of your life letting loose. Speeding, swerving, screaming at the rush of it all. You’ve never seen Chan smile so much. He is different when he’s free of the responsibility of being Chapter President…he’s carefree. You tell yourself regardless of how this ends, you’ll be glad you at least got to see him like this.

You go to a local amusement park where Chan is determined to make you face your fear of rollercoasters. However, after the second ride leaves you nearly in tears, Chan puts that mission to rest.

You venture back out on the water on a jet ski. Chan lets you do most of the driving that day, but you soon realize it’s a set up. When you’re far out enough from the beach, his hands on your hips find their way between your legs. He kisses your neck and tells you to turn off the jet ski. He fucks you with his fingers until you come, whispering in your ear how hard his cock is and what he plans to do to you later.

One of the days while you and Chan are out, the hotel staff add holiday decorations around the room, including a small, 4ft tree in the corner near the balcony windows. It makes you squeal with glee upon seeing it. You assume it’s all the hotel’s doing. Lee Know wouldn’t have done something so nice. Would Chan? He doesn’t claim it, if he had put them up to it. It doesn’t matter, though, it makes you happy to see and feel more of the holiday spirit.

When Christmas Eve comes around, there’s a break in the itinerary since a lot of places are closed for the holiday. You wind up sleeping in quite late for your standards and when you finally open your eyes, Chan is wide awake in the bed next to you. He’s sitting up, back against the pillows, laptop in front of him and headphones covering his ears. He’s consumed by whatever he’s doing, but as soon as you turn to face him, his eyes shift from the screen to you.

“She has risen,” he jokes, moving one headphone away from his ear.

“I needed that,” you reply, stretching beneath the blankets. “How long have you been up?”

“A while,” he says with a shrug. “Just working on our chapter project.”

You smile inwardly. Typically, his response would have finished with ‘a while’, you would have had to dig and pry for any further information. He, for now at least, is freely providing you with further details.

“Chapter project?” you ask. You recall hearing him discuss it months ago, but never knew what it was.

“Just something we have to put together to memorialize the year,” he tells you. He turns the laptop so you can see the screen. You recognize the sight of a music program with tracks and layers but have no further understanding of it.

“Putting your minor to use?”

“Kind of. It doubles as my senior project for the minor, so that’s a plus.” He starts moving things around on the screen, opening a folder aptly titled ‘Chapter Project’. He clicks on a few files, opening them to show you as he speaks. “I want to incorporate songs I’ve worked on with different things from the other members—Hyunjin’s artwork for example.”

You know Chan is a good student. All of the members are, really, but you know some of them drag their feet and procrastinate until the last minute. You’ve caught Hyunjin, Changbin and Jeongin rushing to meet midnight deadlines more than once.

“Can I hear something?”

You sit up on the bed, back against the pillows like Chan. The blanket falls from your chest, exposing your breasts.

“Only if you put those things away,” he says, looking pointedly at your breasts, then up to your eyes, then back down again.

“What things?” you ask innocently, leaning back against the headboard and pushing your chest out even more.

Seizing the opportunity, Chan leans over and captures your nipple in his mouth. You let out a surprised scream as he bites down around it. You push him away, swatting his arm. You promptly pull the blanket up to cover them before holding out your hand for his headphones.

He hands them over with a smile, and you put them on. He shuffles a few things around on the screen before a video starts. You assume the graphics are of Felix’s design as it feels like something you’d see in a video game. A song accompanies the images and you’re surprised to hear Chan’s voice over a jovial sounding beat, followed by Seungmin, then Changbin. You didn’t know any of them could sing.

The video is only about a minute long but you feel dumbfounded when it’s over. You remove the headphones and pass them back to Chan.

“I like it,” you say with a smile. “It’s…surprisingly good.”

“You underestimating me?” he asks teasingly.   

“My mistake,” you say sarcastically, placing a hand over your heart. “Is that a cover?”

“No, it’s an original song,” he tells you, turning the laptop back so it’s facing him. “Just waiting on Felix to finish rendering the rest of the graphics, then that one will be done.”

“You’re doing more?”

“A few more. It’ll be a mini-album.”

“Do I get a copy?”

“Hmmm…maybe. If you ask nicely.”

“Oh, never mind then,” you say nonchalantly.

Chan turns to look at you, biting his tongue between his teeth to keep from smiling as he nods.

“I’ll remember that.”

You slide down against the pillows, then turn on your side so you’re still facing him.

“I had no idea you guys could sing,” you tell him.

“Participating in choir was mandatory at our boarding school,” he shrugs. “We can hold a note.”

Chan is full of so many surprises. Most of them pleasant, these days. You want to uncover all there is to know about him, but you know you’ll never be given the time.

You cuddle up to him as he puts his headphones back on. You just lay there and watch him work, expertly navigating around the screen as he continues composing the song. You want to ask why he’s not majoring in music. You already know the answer to that, though. The choices for his future aren’t exactly his to make. His parents decided he would major in business, and sadly that’s all there is to it.

Your heart aches for him—you can see the work he put in to make something creative, the passion he has for it. And he can’t even pursue it.

It’s now 11:00pm and you and Chan have just returned to the hotel room. After dinner you both wanted to get out of the room for a bit and ended up at one of the only places open—the Magic City casino. The hours spent there are a bit of a blur. It was news to you that anyone playing at the tables or slot machines could get free drinks, so you both decided to indulge. Being so far from the hotel, though, Chan didn’t let either of you get too drunk.

As soon as you’re back to the room, Chan excuses himself to make a phone call and disappears out onto the balcony. You change into your pajamas—a pair of thin, loose fitting shorts and matching top—and return to the living room. You turn on the TV, stopping on the first channel you see playing a Christmas themed movie to entertain you while you wait for him to return. From all the food and drinks, you start to doze off until the sound of the heavy balcony door opening stirs you.

“Everything okay?” you ask when he comes back in.

“Mm,” is his reply, with a small nod of his head. “It’s Christmas day back home. I’m gonna get changed.”

You can only nod as well. His tone sounds a bit sad so you’re not sure what to say. Maybe he’s missing spending the holiday with his little brother and sister. And that makes you sad. It’s your fault he’s not with them.

Chan comes back into the living room clad in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He sits down next to you and throws his arm around the back of the couch behind you.

All of your life you had never considered yourself to have a one-track mind but now? With Chan? Seeing him in those grey sweatpants puts one thing at the forefront of your mind, drowsiness and sadness pushed aside. You’ve got to get a hold of yourself.

“Should I open the bottle of wine the hotel left?” you suggest.

“Sure,” is his simple reply.

You stand and retrieve the bottle from the kitchen, along with two wine glasses. You pop the cork and fill both glasses before returning to Chan, handing him one.

“You sure everything’s alright? You seem a bit down…”

You don’t want the tension in the air to linger through the night and this trip has built your courage to address him this way.

“I’ll be fine,” he tells you with a soft smile. He clinks his glass against yours before downing his in one go. “You trying to stay up ‘til midnight for your present?”

You take a sip from your wine glass; happy he’s taking the initiative to change the subject to something lighter.

“I don’t see any presents under that tree,” you say, looking in the corner where the small tree is lit up.

“I haven’t put them there yet.”

“Them?”

As in multiple.

He nods.

“Oh no,” you say, a look of panic taking over your features.

You weren’t sure the two of you would even be exchanging gifts. Not only that, but you don’t feel like you truly know enough about him to get a well thought out present. And you love giving gifts. Hyunjin has a never-ending need for art supplies, so you immediately knew what to get him. You were completely puzzled when it came to Chan.

It was only after the staff added the tree that you thought it’d be nice for him to wake up with something under the tree. Being on vacation, though, you were in a bit of a predicament. All you really had convenient access to was the gift shop.

He must sense your apprehension.

“It’s okay if you didn’t get me anything,” he tries to appease you.

When the panicked look on your face turns into a frown, he takes the wine glass from your hand and places it next to his on the side table. He then pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him and cups your face with both hands, stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“It’s fine,” he says in a sharper tone that makes you nod in acceptance.

“I would have never imagined I’d be spending Christmas Eve with you, let alone exchanging gifts,” you tell him, leaning your forehead against his. “From English classmates to this? Never in my wildest dreams.”

“That wasn’t our first class together,” he says matter-of-factly. He leans back against the couch and takes both of your hands in his, lacing his fingers through.

You furrow your brow at his statement. You wrack your brain for any other class you may have had with him but can’t come up with any.

“What? When?”

“Freshman year…Anthropology 101. In the lecture hall.”

You think back to freshman year and the classes you took. You did, in fact, take an Anthropology course. In a large lecture hall with something close to 100 other students, including your ex.

“I always sat in the back—you were always somewhere up front. Being a nerd, I guess,” he teases. You try to pull your intertwined hands from his to hit him, but he holds onto them tighter, bringing them to his chest. “You look cute when you’re focused, you know that?”

Your brain feels like mush. None of this is ringing a bell.

“Do you remember the presentation you did for extra credit? A family heirloom?”

Now that, you do remember.

“You were so nervous, but I swear it made you look even cuter. The way you talked about the heirloom…” he continues. “…your grandmother’s bracelet, I think it was…”

“Yes,” you say softly.

The bracelet your grandmother gave your mother, who then passed it on to you, and one day you’ll give it to your own child. It feels odd to hear Chan speak about it. Something so deeply personal to you. Granted, you did tell an entire class of strangers about it. But the fact that he remembers it, remembers you?

The fact that he’s known of you this long? Why hadn’t he mentioned it before?

“Why don’t I remember you being in that class?” you ask, struggling to process this new shared history and the words he’s just spilled about you simultaneously.

“It was freshman year…plenty of stuff going on and…your ex,” he shrugs.

He hits the nail on the head with that comment. That class is where you met him.

“You know, the first few weeks of the SKZ house before we bring anyone in?” Chan asks rhetorically, “I thought maybe I’d work up the nerve to talk to you while I could…but then he was there. Always sitting next to you. Even with the class we had this semester. I thought again, maybe it was a sign, you know? But he was waiting for you outside the door after the first class ended.”

You feel a pang of sadness, hearing that. Maybe in a different timeline if he had come talk to you, things would be different. You imagine getting to know a bright-eyed freshman Chan, eager and optimistic to take on the world. Maybe he would have opted out of having an assignee if it were possible, maybe he really could have been yours.

“I remember one of the last lectures you came in with your eyes all puffy,” he continues, disrupting that dangerous train of thought, “like you’d been crying. You didn’t sit anywhere near him that day. I always wondered what happened.”

You open your mouth to speak but close it immediately. What can you say to that? To any of this? Had he really paid such close attention to you? All this time?

“He used to treat you like shit, you know.”

At that remark, you set your lips in a firm line. You untangle your hands from his and cross your arms in front of your chest. It’s true, but hearing Chan say it hits too close to home.

“And you treated me any better?”

Chan takes in your closed off body language and a silence falls over you. Neither of you want this bubble you’re in to burst yet. Perhaps he’s regretting saying any of this at all.

“The day you showed up at our house…” he speaks up again after a while, “I felt sick to my stomach, y/n. Like the universe was playing some sick fucking joke on me.”

He places his hands on your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them.

“When it came time to choose assignees, I couldn’t let you end up with anyone else. I’ve never pulled rank like that before as the chapter president, but with you I had to…and I knew Hyunjin would be good for you, too.”

You shake your head in disbelief.

The day in the hot tub creeps back into your mind. When you told Chan that your time with Hyunjin had been great and he replied with ‘I know. I’m glad’. You didn’t fully understand it then. Now, it’s as if Chan knew the emotional rollercoaster he was going to send you on and wanted to make sure you had a harness. Hyunjin.

You let out a low breath and place your hands on top of your head, locking your fingers together. This is a lot to take in.

“So, your plan was to selfishly claim me and treat me like shit?” You ask after a moment.

“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” he says in a sad tone. “I knew that I was attracted to you and after our first few nights together I had to do something to keep boundaries in place.”

The conversation you shared on the beach clarified his drive for the spankings and edging. You understand his reasonings. You know that his sexual desires and fantasies with you are kept separate from his emotional connection to you. However, it’s confusing and frustrating to know he clearly felt something for you prior to you joining the SKZ House and still kept that brick wall firmly in place between you.  

“So, you wanted to fuck me and still treat me like shit then?” You can’t help the bitter edge to your tone.

“I didn’t wanna get to close—clearly I’ve failed,” he admits. “It’s just always been in the back of my mind how long I’ve wanted you and now that I get to have you, there’s an expiration date.”

“What happens when we get back? You start treating me like that again?”

He averts his gaze from you.

“I don’t know how to—” he stops abruptly and shakes his head.

“Chan,” you say softly, reaching out to turn his head back to face you. “Please.”

“I don’t know how to be with you and be genuinely happy in this fucked up situation, y/n. I’m not gonna want it to end…but it has to.”

You sigh, resting your hands on his chest. As much as it hurts to admit, he’s right. You don’t like the thought of having to leave either of them. With Hyunjin, though, you know he will move on with ease which makes losing him slightly easier. Chan, on the other hand, after all the ground you’ve broken, the progress you’ve made…having to throw it all away will be hard. On both of you, you’re coming to realize.

But how else could you have gotten to know him? If you hadn’t shown up at the SKZ house, Chan would have once again had another assignee and not been able to interact with you anyways. Perhaps you both should at least be thankful for the time you’ve been given and enjoy it while you can.

“You can’t go back to being an asshole, Chan,” you tell him softly.

“I know.”

He grabs onto your hips and pulls you closer to him until you’re forced to lay against him. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You stay like that for a while, the movie playing in the background but neither of you watching it. You want to remember this moment, how it feels to physically and mentally be this close to him.

An alarm suddenly goes off on his phone and Chan quickly silences it. He cups one hand around the back of your neck to guide your head up. His brown eyes bore into yours, still lingering in this shared moment. You hold his face in your hands, staring right back, not backing down. It’s not an intense stare…more like one of silent pleading and unspoken questions. You bring your face to his and place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Wait here,” he says, kissing you once more before sliding you off his lap.

He disappears into the bedroom and when he comes back, heads straight for the Christmas tree. He places two wrapped boxes under it and you mentally kick yourself again. You hadn’t even wrapped his. Even so, you can’t hide the smile that takes over your face at the sight and the thought he must have put into this.

“Should I get yours?”

“So you did get me something?” he asks with a smirk.

“I did…but seeing that,” you say, pointing to the neatly wrapped presents under the tree, “I don’t even want to give it to you anymore.”

“It’s fine,” he says again. “I’ll wait until tomorrow. Come pick one.”

You stand from the couch and walk over to him and the tree. Both boxes are square in shape, one larger than the other. You deliberate for a moment before reaching for the larger one. You sit on the floor and pull it towards you, surprised by its weight. You look up at Chan and when he doesn’t move to join you, you pull on his hand until he sits.

“Did you wrap this yourself?”

“I asked the housekeeper to help me out with it,” he tells you.

“Resourceful.”

He taps his temple with his pointer finger.

You start ripping away the wrapping paper to reveal a white box beneath. You can’t hold back your smile as you pull the top part of the box off. You set it aside and pull out the tissue paper. When your eyes land on what’s inside, your mouth drops.

A folded, white lab coat with your last name embroidered across the breast area sits on top. You reach out and run a finger across the stitching. It feels surreal to see.

“I figured you’d need it when you go off to vet school.”

You look up at him, still smiling. You will definitely need it. Along with several other items you were already wondering how you would afford, without having to ask your parents for even more money. That’s part of the reason you ultimately decided to join the SKZ house and save the money they were sending you. At least the majority of it would go towards the next steps in your education.

“Thank you, Chan.”

It’s a thoughtful gift. And you feel the guilt of your shitty gift building.

“There’s more…” he nods towards the box.

And the guilt continues.

You lift the lab coat out of the box and gently set it outside the box. The next item is a set of black scrubs, your name embroidered on the shirt as well. You left them out of the box and sit them on top of the lab coat. When your eyes land on the item at the bottom of the box, your jaw drops again.

You reach inside the box and retrieve the stethoscope. This was one of the pricier items you hadn’t been looking forward to purchasing. You bring it closer to inspect, smiling widely. You immediately recognize it as one of the more expensive brands. It, too, is engraved with your name around it.

You feel your eyes begin to prickle and you blink furiously, not wanting to cry, but you can’t help it. It’s a thoughtful gift. One that you’ll get to take with you when the year is over. A reminder of Chan you get to keep with you forever.

You slowly raise your eyes to look at him, shaking your head softly.

“You don’t like it?” he asks, “Is it not the right kind? I wasn’t really sure…”

“It is—it is,” you say, your voice cracking. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and clear your throat. “It’s perfect. It’s all perfect, Chan. Thank you.”

“Wanna test it out?”

Your smile returns at that and you nod, placing the ear tubes in your ears and sliding closer to him. He pulls you onto his lap once again, putting your legs on either side of him, your butt resting on his folded legs.

You grab the bell end of the stethoscope with one hand and pull at the hem of his t-shirt with the other, lifting it up. You then place the diaphragm end to his chest and he instantly moves back, grabbing your wrist.

“That’s cold doc,” he says, voice muffled and rumbling through the ear piece.

“Sorry, I’m a rookie,” you reply sheepishly.

You bring the diaphragm end to your mouth and breathe on it to warm it up before placing it back over his heart. The digital reader immediately lights up, reading his heart rate. But you’re not focused on it. You’re looking directly into his eyes, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“Sounding healthy?” he asks.

You nod.

“Well, we should make sure the reading is accurate, too.”

He cups the back of your neck and pulls your face closer, bringing your lips to his. With his other hand, he holds your wrist and the stethoscope in place. You can hear his heartbeat quicken as you kiss. You grind your hips against his, causing the steady thumping in your ear to beat faster. You want to get lost in the sound of his body’s reaction to you.

He uses his hand on your back to assist your grinding, making sure you can also feel his body’s reaction to you.  

Not wanting to jeopardize the safety of your present, you break the kiss and pull the ear tubes out. His hand drops from your wrist allowing you to turn and set the stethoscope neatly on top of the pile of the other presents behind you.

Before you can even turn back around, Chan is changing your position. He holds onto your back tightly as he lowers you down to the floor.

“I won’t write a negative review just yet—but you’ve got some learning to do, doc.”

You like to hear him call you that.

“I’m a fast learner,” you reply.

“Oh, I know,” he says with a wink.

He remains sitting in front of you, his legs still crossed, while you’re lying down. Your legs are draped over his thighs, feet on the ground on either side of him. He pushes your shirt up to expose your stomach and lightly runs his fingers in a zig-zag pattern all the way down until his hand is between your legs. The thin, pajama shorts you’re wearing are a loose fit and don’t do much to keep him out. Not that you’d want that.

He easily moves the fabric aside and his eyes snap to yours when he realizes you aren’t wearing any underwear.

“I only packed so many for the trip,” you laugh and shrug. “I can’t keep messing them up with you.”

He smirks and nods his agreement.

He slides his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your pussy until his fingers become saturated with your slick. He slowly inserts his ring and middle finger inside of you as he places his other palm on your lower stomach. You rock your hips against him in response. He curls his fingers, pressing against your inner walls each time he withdraws his hand, all the while applying steady pressure with his palm.

You can really feel his fingers rubbing against you, and you know he can too. His eyes are on his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, then move up to your writhing body, then your face. A soft smile plays out on his lips as he watches your reaction. He adds his thumb on your clit into the mix and you let out a moan.

“Tell me what you want,” he coaxes.

You bite your lip between your teeth, arching your back. You’re too caught up in the sensations to formulate a response.

“You wanna come on my fingers?” he asks, slowing them down. “Or on my cock?”

You moan again.

“Both.”

“Greedy,” he says with a soft chuckle, still moving his fingers in and out at an achingly slow pace.

“Mmmm, yes. For you.”

Any part of him you can have.

He moves his fingers quicker, thumb still circling your clit. You sit up a little, placing your hands behind you to hold you up as you move your hips against his fingers.

He arches an eyebrow at this, a devilish smirk on his lips. He withdraws his fingers, and you protest with a whine and pout. He brings his fingers, coated in your slick, to your face and spreads it around your pouted lips. He watches closely as you lick your lips, then brings his hand to his mouth, sucking off the rest for himself.

The sight of him enjoying your taste always sends you off the rails. You grab a handful of his shirt and pull him to you until his lips are on yours. He seems a little startled, but he allows it. You kiss him, taste him, taste you.

Before you can have too much, he breaks the kiss but keeps his face against yours.

“I want you to open your other present now,” he says, lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

“Not in the morning?” you ask, catching your breath.

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “I wanna see it on you now.”

He stretches to the side to retrieve the present and you wrap your arms around his waist to keep from falling back. He grabs it and returns to his upright position before handing it to you.

You take the present and rip the wrapping paper, much less delicately than you did the first. What could this be? He wants to see it on you? You’re excited to find out. You toss all bits of the paper behind you without a care until just the box is left. You lift the lid from the box and inside is what appears to be…a collar?

You look up to Chan with an arched brow and he just smiles widely, baring all his pearly white teeth. The part of the collar that rests on the back of the neck is black, with a belt buckle-like fastener. On the front is a thick, silver linked chain (much like the one he wears on his wrist) with a silver heart hanging from it. The heart itself has several tiny jewels spread evenly around it. The way they glitter in the light, you hope its cubic zirconia…but knowing how deep Chan’s pockets go, they might just be diamonds. You bring the heart closer for inspection and see the words 'Good Girl' engraved on it.

You’re not sure what to make of it. Both the cost, the phrase and the gift itself. He wants you to wear this? Like a dog?

He takes it out of the box and drapes it around your neck, moving your hair out of the way so he can fasten it in the back. You look up at him as he hooks a finger through the heart and tugs on it. Pulling, pulling, restricting until it’s taught against your throat.

Oh. Oh.  

“This okay?” he asks.

You appreciate that he’s asking. You’re convinced you’d let him walk you through the street with it, so long as he asks first.

You close the distance between you, placing your lips on his to convey your consent. He tugs a little tighter on the collar as you kiss before releasing it fully.

In the next moment, your hands are on his shoulders, pushing on them until his back is now against the floor. He doesn’t resist at all.

You reposition yourself comfortably on top of him. You put your hands on his biceps, squeezing them tightly before sliding up his arms to his hands. You move them up above his head then lace your fingers between his, holding them in place as you kiss him. You grind your hips into his and he lets out a moan. You feel his hardening cock pressed between your legs. You grind against it more, sliding your clit along his length. Your kisses become quicker, sloppier, as you keep grinding on him.

He tries to move his hands, but you squeeze them tighter. He lets out a grunt and uses more force to break free—reminding you that he was allowing you to keep them there. He sits up and wraps one arm around you, pulling you close as he starts to stand up. You wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He walks you both back over to the couch.

He unhooks your legs and lowers you so you’re standing in front of him. He leans down and claims your lips again, but you want him undressed. You reach for the hem of his shirt and start pulling it up. You break the kiss to get it completely off his head and before he can kiss you again, you push him onto the couch.

You lift your shirt above your head and as you’re reaching back to unhook your bra, you give a pointed look to his sweatpants. He lifts his hips from the couch and pushes them down.

“Does it look good?” you ask, running your fingers along the collar as you kneel in front of him.

He licks his lips in anticipation, “Better than I imagined.”

You reach for his hand and bring it to the collar. He tugs on the heart again, tightening it around your neck. He wraps his other hand around the base of his cock and pulls you towards it. You drop your jaw and take him in your mouth.

He sucks in a breath, watching you lower your mouth on him. He releases the collar and leans back into the couch. You replace your hand with his at the base, stroking his dick as you bob your head up and down.

You alternate between stroking, sucking, taking it out and smacking it against your lips. He moans and groans, body jerking in response to your actions. You love seeing him like this.

You take him out of you mouth fully and continue stroking him, moving your mouth instead to take each of his balls in your mouth, in turn. You glance up to his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he lets out a deep breath.

“So,” you say, returning your attention to his cock, licking slowly around the tip. “You wanna come in my mouth or in my pussy?”

He looks down at you, only able to smile and shake his head at your use of his same words against him. He leans forward and grabs the heart of the collar once more, using it to pull you to him.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he asks, kissing along your lips.

You giggle and nod playfully in response.

He leans back, pulling on the collar to bring you with him until you’re forced to stand again. His other hand slips between your legs and he rubs your pussy with his fingers.

“I wanna fill you up here.”

You moan against his lips, and he releases the collar. He lightly pushes against your chest, so you stand fully then motions to your shorts. You turn around, bend over and pull them down. You move to straighten yourself, but he lurches forward to stop you.

He puts a hand on your back to keep you bent over. In the next instant you feel his other hand collide with your ass and you let out a surprised yelp. He rubs the wounded area on the right and brings his mouth to the left cheek, placing a wet kiss to it. You feel his teeth dig into your skin, causing you to gasp. He smacks the right cheek again.

He shifts his mouth to the surely reddening cheek, placing another wet kiss there. It soothes the stinging a bit. He slaps the left check, his palm gripping your ass when it lands. He then immediately slides his fingers between your legs, slipping along your wet slit until they find your opening. He pushes his fingers inside, you don’t even know how many, but it makes you feel full.

“Mmmm,” you moan, pushing back against him.

“You’re dripping for me,” he says, lacing kisses along each cheek.

“Always,” you reply. And it’s the truth.

He takes his fingers out of you and places both hands on your waist, guiding you down to him. He positions himself at your opening and you roll your head back as he slowly lowers you on his cock. You remain still when he’s fully inserted, just basking in the feel of him inside you.

You make small movements with your hips first, moving forwards and backwards.

“Fuck,” he exhales, gripping your hips tighter.

You like the way he sounds when you’re pleasing him.

You plant your feet firmly on the ground, your hands on his knees. You start to move up and down, bouncing on him and drawing more delicious groans from him.

He uses his hands on your waist to lift you higher and bring you down even harder. You cup your breasts, pinching your nipples to add to the pleasure you’re feeling. You don’t know if you’ll ever get tired of his cock filling you up. Though, you won’t exactly have the opportunity to find out.

You try to push the thought aside, but you can feel it distracting you.

Chan notices as your rhythm becomes out of sync with his. He pulls you all the way down against him, then slides his hand up your stomach, between your breasts, all the way to your neck. He covers the collar with his hand and pulls you back against his chest. You keep circling your hips on him, not wanting to lose the momentum.

“You okay?” he asks softly in your ear.

“Yeah,” you reply, but it’s a lie. “I want to see you.”

He repositions both of you so you’re lying fully on the couch and he’s on top of you. He guides one of your knees up and hooks your leg over his shoulder as he enters you again.

“Like this?”

You offer a silent nod, sliding your hands up his bare, chiseled chest, locking your fingers together behind his neck.

He starts moving again and you feel him sliding in and out, and you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from his face. His eyes are locked on you too. This feels heavy, but neither of you comment on it. He turns his head to the side to place a kiss to the leg that’s slung over his shoulder, eyes never leaving yours.

Your hands leave his neck to roam through his hair, over his face, touching every part of him you can to commit to memory. You shift your mental focus to the way he feels, beneath your fingertips, his cock inside of you.

You want the Chan you’ve had for the past week for the rest of the time you have him. Open. Earnest. You try to convey this with your eyes as he continues thrusting in and out. He grabs your breast, squeezing it tightly and you part your lips and arch your back in response.

You don’t know if you’ll survive if he goes back to treating you like you don’t matter. You can’t let him do that to you. Can you?

“I know, I know,” he says in response to your unspoken qualms. He kisses your leg once more before releasing it to lay his body flat against yours. He wraps his arms around your head in a hug of sorts, as he continues his deep and steady strokes.

Chan isn’t fucking you tonight. He’s making love to you.

You slide one hand down to where the two of you are joined, finding your clit. He lifts slightly, allowing you more room to rub circles around it.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he commands.

You whimper at his words. Baby.

You rub your clit faster as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, still driving into you as deep as he can. He angles himself so that with each thrust his dick digs against your walls. It’s enough to drive you crazy. You’re whining, moaning, panting.

“Come for me,” he says again. “Come for me baby girl.”

Your hand on his chest goes for his throat. You squeeze your fingers around it and see his eyes darken, but he doesn’t stop you. He moves his hips faster, harder.

“Chan,” you pant, “please. Right there. Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t.

He keeps the same pace, same angle, same motions until you’re arching your back and squeezing his neck, digging your nails into his delicate skin as you come around his cock. He grits his teeth, grunting and pounding into you furiously as he comes right after.

His movements slow as he finishes. You release his neck and wrap your arms around it instead. He lowers himself on top of you, all but smothering you with his weight but you don’t care. This is a happy way to die, if it comes to that.

You kiss along his collar bone as you both catch your breath. His cock keeps twitching inside of you and you clench the walls of your pussy around him each time it does. His body jerks each time you do it.

“Stop, stop,” he pleads, chuckling softly.

You chuckle in response.

That was different. In ways you hadn’t imagined possible with Chan. The two of you stay on the couch, wrapped up in each other for a while longer.  

The following morning, you’re both woken up by a knock at the door. Chan, just as confused as you, climbs out of bed to answer it. You hear him talking to someone and he returns a few moments later.

“Another Minho surprise,” he tells you. “A couples massage.”

“That actually sounds amazing,” you murmur, pushing off the blankets.

You both go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. You put your hair up in a messy bun then go to the living room while Chan lets in the masseuses. There’s one male and one female. After setting up their massage tables in the open space between the couch and the TV, they leave for the hallway allowing you both some privacy to remove your clothing.

Chan watches you undress with a sly smile on his face, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You stick your tongue out at him and throw your pajama shirt at his face, but he dodges it and catches it in his hand. He folds it neatly and sets it on the couch before removing his own shirt.

When you’re both settled on the tables, they re-enter.

“You’re with me, sir,” you hear Chan say and lift your head.

He’s motioning for the male masseuse to come to him.

“I need firmer hands,” he adds.

But you know that’s not it. No other man outside of the SKZ House is allowed to touch you in the way the masseuse will need to. You know it’s because of that. But it still makes you feel warm inside to think Chan personally doesn’t want anyone else touching you.

After the massage, you and Chan shower together then order a late brunch. He opens his present that you are now extremely embarrassed to give him. When he pulls out the pair of neon blue swim trunks with “Miami Vice” written on it, you hide your face, and he immediately laughs.

“These are loud,” he says. “I’ll wear them to the beach tomorrow.”

Next, he pulls out a refrigerator magnet with “Miami” written across it with palm trees surrounding it.

“To be fair,” you say, wanting to explain, “I had no clue what to get you. You’re not exactly an open book.”

“That is fair,” he agrees. He looks at you with a soft smile, as if he wishes things had been different. He kisses your forehead. “Thank you anyways.”

You spend your final two days mostly relaxing and staying close to the hotel. You spend time at the beach again, Chan in his neon blue swim trunks and looking fucking delectable in them.

Getting on the plane to go home, you’re hit with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Chan’s behavior hasn’t changed yet, and you’re praying that it doesn’t. That even though you both know how this has to end; he can find it within himself to not push you out again. You lean on him and hold his hand for most of the flight back.

Changbin picks you up from the airport and Chan rides up front while you sit in the back. He asks how the trip was and you both reply that it was good. He then addresses Chan in Korean and you’re left clueless in the back seat. But whatever is said, you can feel the weight of it from Chan’s reaction. He leans back in his seat, slouches, and runs his hand through his hair.

You try not to think much of it, but it must be important. They don’t typically speak Korean in front of any of the assignees unless it’s about something that, to be frank, is none of their business.

The car ride is over far too soon, and they still haven’t filled you in on what’s happening.

Once in the driveway, you notice a black car parked in front of the house with a Rolls Royce emblem on the front. You immediately furrow your brow, curiosity and anxiety spiking through the roof at this point.

Changbin exits the car first. You remain planted in the backseat, waiting for Chan to say or explain anything.

He lets out a low breath and leans back against the headrest, eyes closed.

“My dad’s here,” he announces.

Your eyes open wide, and even more confusion sets in. Is it an unexpected visit? Is he not happy to see his father?

“You don’t want him to be?” you ask slowly, carefully.

“Well, it’s never exactly a cause for celebration when any of our parents show up,” he says dryly. “Just…stay out of his way.”

Chan opens his door and you follow in suit.

Changbin has pulled the luggage from the trunk, he’s holding the handle to yours and Chan grabs his own. You move to walk past them both, but Chan grabs your arm to stop you.

You turn to face him, trying to read his expression but a mask is in place.

“Chan,” you say, placing a hand to his chest.

A glint, a flicker of something crosses over his eyes and you see your Chan for a split second.

He kisses your forehead.

“After us. And then straight upstairs, okay?” he says softly.

You nod your head and wait for them to walk to the door first.

As soon as you enter the house, you can feel the commanding presence of his father. Your eyes are drawn straight to him on the living room couch, looking all business in a tailored black suit, black hair slicked back.

“Appa.” Chan says.

“Hello,” you say politely with a small bow at the waist.

You know he told you to go straight upstairs, but it would feel rude to pass by without speaking to him.

His father spares half a glance at you before staring daggers at his son.

Changbin heads for the stairs with your suitcase and you follow him. You look back at Chan and offer as encouraging a smile as you can muster. Chan doesn’t turn to look at you. He walks towards his father like a man heading to the gallows and the sight of him like that punctures your already fragile heart.

a/n: oof. thoughts? feelings? a lot to unpack here. thank you all again for your patience! and sorry the tags still aren't working :(

[mikeysw1fey]

GOOD PIECE OF MEAT

pairing: sevika x female reader

warnings: men.

A/N: soooo…. hey guys. i’m back-ish. i won’t be updating like regularly but i will give you guys the odd one shot. since the trailer of arcane has come out i decided to start redoing arcane oneshots so feel free to request some, i may not be able to do heaps of requests but i will do a few. sorry for abandoning you guys for so long btw i just lost my love for writing for a bit but it coming back now so yay. anyway i love sevika with my whole heart and LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK OF THE ARCANE TRAILER IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE. i need people to talk about this with. i missed you all :))

I was freezing to say the least. The cold streets of Zaun were no place for me right now, not at this time of night, especially when I had left my jacket back at my apartment. And so I head quickly to the Last Drop making sure to stay away from the shadowy corners and avoid the lingering looks of the strangers within the musky alleys.

Finally, the dimly lit bar comes into view. Music and shouts echo outside the entrance as I walk towards it, excited to finally see the person I had been missing all day.

“Name and business?” The bouncer extends a hand out stopping me from reaching the front door, his expression lacking any sort of emotion. I hadn’t seen him before, no doubt new to this job and so blissfully unaware of who I am. “I’m here to see my girlfriend.” I frown still shivering in the outside air. “Who?” The bouncer replies crossing his arms and raising one caterpillar looking eyebrow.

“Sevika.”

Instantly his stature changes. Eyes widen in shock and his stance becomes a lot more hospitable. “Welcome to the Last Drop. You’re looking ravishing tonight.” He smiles almost too kindly and opens the door ushering me inside.

The bar smells of alcohol and sweat, nothing I hadn’t smelt before but still, not necessarily pleasant. Ignoring the scent in the air I scan the crowd till I find my girlfriend who sits with an accomplished smirk on her lips. Surrounded by four other men, she plays cards obviously winning as the others sit sullen faced or groaning in defeat.

Pushing through the sea of people I make my way over, Sevikas eyes meeting mine as I reach the table. “Hi baby.” I smile happy to finally see my girlfriend after a long day at work.

She grins throwing her cards face up onto the table eliciting groans from the other four members although her eyes stay locked on me.

“Hi princess, did you have a good day?” She reaches for my hand with her flesh one gently tugging me onto her lap and pressing a kiss to the side of my head as I face the rest of the table.

“Yeah, it was ok.” I reply looking up at her with a small smile. “I missed you though.” I whisper leaning back into her chest. Sevikas grip on my waist tightens as her thumb traces small circles around my hip bone. “Missed you too.” She grunts.

Turning my attention back to the other four at the table I can’t help but let out a small chuckle at their gobsmacked faces.

It wasn’t often I came to the Last Drop, but when I did I always gathered the same reaction. People were astonished at how I somehow had gathered the most feared women in Zauns affection. Her softness towards me especially in public made everyone turn to stare.

“So Miss Muscle Woman has herself a little pet.” One man scoffs his eyes lingering on me. I can feel Sevika tense under my body as he eyes me up again. “Well you picked good Sev, she’s a pretty one alright.” He chuckles again, looking at his mates for back up only for them to shake their heads in fear.

Both Sevikas metal hand and flesh hand softly grip my waist as she lifts me off her lap and onto the chair beside her. The bar goes silent, each and every individual looking over as Sevika stands up to her daunting six foot height in complete silence and slowly stalks round the table to stand in front of the man.

He quickly realises his mistake and holds up his hands in defence as he scurries backwards, falling from his chair. “I-I’m just saying Sev, she’s a very good looking piece of meat you know? Go-Good for you and all. I don’t want her myself but-”

It all happens rather fast. Sevika’s cape is flung off her shoulder and before I can blink the man is cut off, lifted from the ground by his throat. “Apologise to her.” She snarls menacingly as he kicks and wheezes, hands pawing at the metal that slowly carved into his neck. “Now.” Sevika barks tightening her hold causing his eyes to widen as his air way is cut off. The man manages to let out a weak sorry aimed in my direction before he’s dropped to the floor. His breath comes back all at once as he inhales deeply, clutching weakly at his throat.

“Say another word about my girl ever again and I wont make the same mistake of letting you live. Do I make myself clear?” She leans in close to the man holding the front of his shirt as she snarls at him. He nods frantically a few tears rolling down his face and onto the already purple bruise forming on his neck.

Letting his shirt go Sevika goes to stand up again before swinging her flesh fist at his face causing him to go flying backwards, blood splattering against the chair he once sat in.

“And don’t let me catch you in here again.” She shouts after him as he turns on his heel and hobbles out the bar. She smirks satisfied before turning to the rest of the onlookers. “Anyone else got something to say?” She asks, her voice low and dangerous almost daring someone to talk. Immediately everyone goes back to the previous activities trying not to bring attention to themselves.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as Sevika finally turns back to me, her flesh hand coming to land on my cheek stroking it softly as a small frown is etched on her head.

“Are you ok princess?” She asks softly. I nod. “I am now.” I smile and press a kiss to her palm. “Can we go home please ? That made me even more tired.” I ask.

Sevika nods instantly getting her cloak off the floor and reaching for my hand as we walk out the door and into the streets.

Shivering once again I move closer to my girlfriend who chuckles as I cling to her arm. “Here.” She wraps her cloak around my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m not gonna let anything hurt you princess. Not even the cold. Not while I’m around.”

[lyvhie]

hi omg read the jeno one I requested ATE DOWNNNNNN…… so for nowwwww maybe thinking jeno (sorry I love him…) x shy!reader who doesent really like the idea of jeno seeing her naked cause reader is SCAREDDDD… so he just praises her throughout the whole thing… LOVE UR WORKS they’re so good 💖

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touch it | ljn

jeno x fem!reader (18+ mdni)

summary: jeno never intended to invest so much time and effort just to have sex with you.

a/n: my sweet 🦋 anon... i'm sorry it took me so long to post this. as soon as i saw it i started writing but it wasn't coming out like i think it should and i didn't want to give you something bad 😞 please forgive me 🙏 i hope you like this one too, it ended up being longer than i was planning. love u, please don't give up on me!

cw: smut, shy/inexperienced!reader, jeno big dick agenda, very slightly bulge kink, fingering, oral (m), unprotected penetrative sex (bcs i forgot to write the condom part sorryyy 🫣), praising, pet names.

jeno never considered himself a patient person. he always got what he wanted when he wanted. and that's why you were driving him crazy.

at first, he enjoyed toying with you, finding it effortless to get under your skin. it was just a game to him, a way to pass the time by teasing and taunting. he loved pushing your buttons with even the slightest action, knowing how easily you would react.

he wasn't entirely sure why you acted the way you did around him. was it shyness or fear of people in general? perhaps a combination of both. regardless, he found your reactions incredibly endearing. whenever he looked at you, he couldn't help but smile at the way you fidgeted and stumbled over your words.

it was cute. he just knew he had to fuck you. he made it his personal goal.

he was aware that winning you over wouldn't be easy, and that he'd have to gain your trust and go through the whole song and dance. but he saw it as a thrilling challenge, and he was determined to make you his.

he surprisingly found it easy to become your friend. given your lonely nature, he didn't need to put in much effort. you didn't appear to have many friends, which made it simple for him to step in and fill that role.

what began as innocent gestures, like whispering sweet nothings in your ear or tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, quickly escalated into more intimate encounters.

his “accidental” touches or the casual placing of his hand on your thigh, how he enjoyed wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chest pressed against your back as his hands gently roamed your sides. he did all of this to get rise out of you, to see you get all flustered and embarrassed and it worked perfectly.

he knew that simply being a good friend wouldn't be enough to take you to bed with your legs all open for him, so he doubled down on his efforts. he had to be the best friend you ever had.

he became the person you could count on for anything — if something was troubling you, he'd be there to listen and provide comfort. you wanted a plushie from your favorite show? no problem, he would make sure to get it for you. feeling lonely and in need of companionship? all you had to do was call him, and he'd be right there for you.

all of it was part of his grand scheme to lower your defenses and draw you closer to him. and it worked little by little.

when you confessed that you had never kissed anyone before, his response was instant: "that's what friends are for." he gauged your reaction, noticing the way you nibbled on your lip and fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, all little habits that he had noticed in you a long time ago.

his words were merely to test the waters, to see how you would respond to his subtle advances. he was overjoyed when you finally agreed to his suggestion, after taking some time to consider (a good 5 minutes). he couldn't help but feel proud that he was the one who would get to kiss your innocent lips, a thought that thrilled him. this small victory fueled his confidence in the belief that winning you over wouldn't be hard.

it was fun to him, teaching you how to kiss for the first time and seeing your reaction to his touch. the moment he reached out to touch your face, you quickly recoiled, as if you had been burned. it just fueled his desire to go further and explore this nervous, inexperienced side of you.

"relax, baby," he spoke softly, your favorite term of endearment rolling off his tongue effortlessly. he gently took your hand in his, soothingly rubbing his thumbs over your skin in a reassuring manner. it was his way of calming you down, a small gesture that never failed to affect you.

as you tried to follow his words and relax, he cupped your face between his hands and leaned in closer. with a soothing tone, he instructed you to close your eyes. he was so close that you unconsciously held your breath, which made him chuckle. his breath ghosted over your skin as he spoke, his proximity to you causing your heart to flutter in your chest.

as his lips finally touched yours, a soft gasp escaped you and you nearly jolted. he started with just a gentle peck, giving you a chance to adjust to the sensation. your heart pounded wildly in your chest, the rapid rhythm so intense that you feared it might burst out of your chest at any moment. you were almost certain he could hear it, the sound of your heartbeats echoing in your ears and filling the silence between you.

his soft voice gently commanded, "open your mouth slightly, sweetheart," and you obeyed eagerly, parting your lips. a small hum escaped you as you felt the warm, wet touch of his tongue slipping into your mouth. the sudden sensation sent chills down your spine, surprising you in the most pleasurable way.

as you started moving your tongue against his, following the rhythm he set, he was the one who couldn't help but let out a pleased hum. his hand moved from your face to your hair, fingers gently grasping the locks and pulling you closer to him.

the feeling of your mouth against his, your inexperienced but eager tongue trying to keep up with his, was beyond what he imagined. the taste of you, so sweet and untainted, drove him to become more demanding, rougher, and you didn't seem to mind, responding to his intensity with a sense of abandon.

he carefully maneuvered you onto your back on the couch, crawling over you and bringing his body on top of yours. his hands began to explore your form, tracing every contour until they reached your thighs and gently caressed the soft skin. with a sly smile, he squeezed the supple flesh, grateful that you were wearing a skirt, making his plans even simpler.

tou were so absorbed in the way his mouth captured yours that it took awhile for you to notice his hand roaming further up your skirt. the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing your inner thigh sent shivers up your spine, igniting sparks of pleasure that made you almost gasp into his mouth.

you managed to pull away from the kiss, panting for air, and stopped his hand before it went any higher. "w-wait, jeno," you gasped, your voice breathless and filled with hesitation.

jeno's breath was shallow, his mouth moving to your neck as he inhaled your scent and began to place soft, gentle kisses there, making you left a soft sigh. he hummed against your skin, his voice still unsteady as he responded to you. "what is it, baby?" he murmured against your skin, his warm breath teasing your sensitive flesh.

“i-i don't—” your words were interrupted by a gasp as he sucked on your neck, his lips creating a pleasant suction that made your head spin. but as he continued to nibble and kiss your skin, you softly pleaded, "j-jeno, stop.”

jeno grudgingly pulled away from your neck, his eyes a mix of desire and annoyance as he looked at you. but you were too flustered to notice his expression, hastily hiding your face in your hands, unable to meet his gaze. your embarrassment was palpable, and the moment was suspended in a brief silence.

before he could utter another word, you hastily scrambled out from under him, mumbling a clumsy excuse before hastily retreating to your room. he sat there on the couch, a little bewildered, as he watched you disappear. the sound of your door closing echoed in the silence that followed, leaving him alone with his frustrated thoughts.

he ran his hand through his hair. of course he wouldn't get in your panties so quickly. he got a little carried away by the moment and forgot that he needed to take things very slowly with you.

he had assumed you would lock yourself in your room for a while longer, probably consumed by a million thoughts and doubts that he was all too familiar with at this point.

after a while, he stood up from the couch and approached your door, knocking softly on the wood. "i'll be waiting," he called out softly, and that was all he said.

he was already starting to turn away, but the sound of the door opening caught his attention. you emerged from behind the opening, looking at him timidly, and he was taken aback by your whispered request.

"can we... keep practicing? j-just the kissing…" you spoke in a small voice, your words barely audible but filled with trepidation and desire. he froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected request, before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“you don't have to ask twice, sweetheart.”

in the days that followed, a new routine was established between you and him. every time you found yourselves together, whether at his place or yours, the hours would pass in a haze of lip and tongue, mouths moving against each other in a frenzy. by the end of each session, your lips would be swollen and sensitive to the touch, a reminder of the time spent indulging in such an activity.

but what truly fueled jeno's frustration was the fact that your interactions always seemed to stop at the same point. no matter how much he touched and caressed you, nothing ever went further than a few brief moments of physical contact.

he felt an intense sense of desperation growing within him, the unfulfilled desire weighing heavily on his mind. he longed to take things further, to explore more of you, but somehow he always found himself stuck in this endless cycle of heated yet ultimately unsatisfying make-out sessions.

he was already mentally bracing himself for the challenges ahead, but then you caught him off guard once more.

sitting on his lap, your tongues intertwined in a hungry dance, you suddenly did something unexpected. you began to subtly grind against his thigh, your movements and moans so natural it was as if you weren't fully aware of what you were doing.

the sensations were immediate, and he felt a twitch in his pants. the feeling of you riding his leg set his body trembling with desire. a low groan escaped him, his kiss growing more fierce as he tried to keep himself together in the face of your unintentional provocation. he could feel his arousal growing with each passing moment, and the thought of having you so close yet so out of reach was driving him insane.

jeno's grip on your waist became a little tighter as he pulled you down, pressing you against him more firmly. the thin fabric of your shorts did little to disguise the wetness building between your thighs, leaving a noticeable dampness on his pants.

your moans grew a little louder as you lost yourself in the sensations, and jeno reluctantly broke the kiss to look at you. he clutched your waist, stopping your movements and holding you firmly in place, drawing a whine from you.

your words escaped your lips involuntarily, a soft plea for more. "jeno, please," you murmured, desperation tinging your voice. he chuckled softly at the sound of your plea, his smirk growing wider. “please what, baby?" he whispered, his lips brushing gently against yours, barely making contact, teasing you with the lightest touch.

his question hung in the air, unanswered, leaving you floundering to articulate your desires. you felt a mixture of shyness and embarrassment, unable to vocalize what you truly wanted. so, your response was a soft whine as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. his chest vibrated with a low chuckle, his amusement evident at your inability to express yourself clearly.

“you want some relief here, sweetie?” his hand slid between your legs, his middle finger pressing against your clothed cunt, making you gasp at the sudden contact.

this time, you made no attempt to stop him, instead nodding silently in agreement. you buried yourself deeper into the safety of his neck, feeling embarrassment and need. you knew deep down that you were desperate for some form of release, and the realization only flustered you.

jeno, on the other hand, was practically bursting with excitement and joy, mentally launching fireworks and wanting to dance a victory lap around the house. he was finally close to getting the hardest fuck of his life — not exactly in the good way.

his voice was a soft whisper in your ear as he nibbled gently on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "we should do something about it, shouldn't we, pretty girl?" he murmured, his nose nuzzling tenderly against your ear. "will you let me help you again?" he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

your response was immediate, a desperate plea for his touch. "yes, please," you managed to stutter out, your voice tinged with a hint of need.

even though he just wanted to empty his balls, he knew he had to make you experience some of the sensations and induce you to want more.

jeno leaned against the bedhead, preparing himself for what was to come. his one hand began to trace gentle circles on your thigh, while the other continued to soothe you with soft caresses on your back. "okay, baby," he assured you. "just relax and let me take care of you, alright?”

jeno had become skillful in taking care of you, and his request for you to relax was met with an immediate submission from you. he wasted no time moving your pajamas shorts out of the way, efficiently tugging the fabric to the side.

due to your current position, where you were on his lap, with your chest pressed against his and your face still buried in his neck, jeno had limited visibility of you. he could feel your body against his, but he couldn't see much more than that. despite being mildly frustrated by the lack of visual access, he knew you wouldn't pull away anytime soon, even if he asked. you seemed too focused on hiding your flustered face against his skin.

even so, he could feel how soaked your panties were and that was enough for him right now. once again, jeno wasted no time in his actions, pulling your panties to the side with decisive motion. his digits pressed gently against your sensitive flesh, eliciting sigh from you. his fingers parted your folds, gently exploring your wetness with delicate movements. he took his time, savoring the moment, your soft sounds and how you were already squirming with just a few touches.

you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you. he started pumping slowly, he could feel how tight you were and he couldn't help but feel his cock stir inside his pants, his mind swirling with thoughts of what it would be like to be inside you.

"how does it feels, baby?" he coos, adding another finger to stretch you just enough, feeling how you clenched around his digits and moaned timidly into his neck. “g-good… very good,” was all you could mutter, your breath hitching as you felt him scissor and curl.

jeno hummed, a contented sound escaping him, as he used his free hand to gently push away the strands of hair that hung over your neck. he pressed his lips against your skin, gently kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, feeling a shiver run through you.

jeno's fingers began to search inside you, seeking out the spot that would make you melt. when you trembled and a loud moan escaped you, his smirk widened. "found it," he chuckled, continuing to target that sweet spot with deliberate precision.

he added pressure with his palm against your clit, rubbing it softly but firmly enough to ignite intense sensations. he knew exactly how sensitive you were, and even this gentle touch was more than enough to leave you moaning and trembling.

jeno nuzzled your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he spoke soft words to you. "you sound so pretty, baby," he murmured, his hand never ceasing its movement as he felt your body clenching around him. "i know you're close already," he continued, increasing the speed of his movements. "just let it go, don't hold it back, okay?" he coaxed.

you didn't even realize how close you were, the sensations stirring in your body completely unexpected. there was a strange feeling in your stomach, your toes curling as you clung to him tighter. then, his words struck you like a command, and suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed over you. the new sensation was overwhelming, almost transporting you to another realm.

jeno absolutely loved the way you mewled his name in the midst of your climax. he relished in the sweet sounds you made, eagerly anticipating the chance to hear more and feel more of you. his desire was palpable as he continued to watch you come undone in his arms.

with your body quivering from the aftermath of your climax, you leaned against him, allowing your weight to fully rest on him. the tingles that coursed through you seemed to reach every inch of your skin, leaving you breathless. you panted slightly as you felt your body slowly returning to a state of stability.

jeno slowly withdrew his fingers, wiping them clean on your shorts. with a gentle tug, he drew your face away from his neck, allowing him to finally get a proper look at you.

your mind was still hazy from the intensity of your climax, and you barely registered his actions until you saw the smug expression on his face. the realization that you looked so utterly wrecked just from a little fingering made jeno silently contemplate how you would look when he pushed you further than just his fingers.

you were on the verge of speaking when he silenced you with a kiss, a kiss that you gladly returned. the touch of his hands slipping under your shirt sent a shiver down your spine, his fingers gently caressing your bare skin. you felt his touch drifting over the clasps of your bra, his movements deliberate and suggestive.

despite being consumed by the myriad of sensations he was evoking in you, you couldn't help but notice the way his hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, clearly signaling his intention to remove it. but as he began to lift the fabric, you instinctively halted his movements by placing your hands over his, preventing him from proceeding further. you pulled away from the kiss, gazing into his eyes a hint of hesitation.

“n-not yet, jeno,” you managed to stutter out, biting your lower lip as you averted your gaze from him. the thought of revealing yourself even partially in front of him sent a wave of fear and nervousness coursing through you. despite the intimate moment you had just shared, the idea of baring your body to him, even further, felt overwhelmingly nerve-wracking.

frustration and disappointment etched itself across jeno's features as he suppressed the urge to curse aloud. instead, he released a soft, frustrated breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours. he had been eagerly anticipating a night of finally fucking you senseless until you can't even remember your name, and your hesitation dampened that hope once again.

your soft-spoken words brought him back from his momentary disappointment. "but i..." you began, your voice tinged with coynes and a hint of determination. "i want to make you feel good too," you confessed, your eyes drifting down to his lap, where you couldn't help but notice the evidence of his arousal. there was curiosity and desire in your tone as you confessed your wish to return the favor. “j-just tell me what to do…”

a spark of something akin to admiration and appreciation flared up in jeno's eyes as he processed your words. out of all the things you had ever said, these words felt like music to his ears. a hopeful glimmer of satisfaction shone through, a realization that the night might not be a complete wash after all.

jeno chuckled affectionately, his voice carrying a hint of genuine appreciation as he spoke. "that's so nice of you, sweetie,” he murmured, gifting you a gentle peck on the lips which prompted a smile to bloom on your face. following his instructions, you carefully repositioned yourself, assuming a kneeling position between his legs, your eyes looking up at him expectantly.

a glimmer of greed flickered through Jeno's eyes as he took in the sight of you looking up at him. his hand cupped your face, his touch soft as he traced his fingers along your cheek. a subtle smile played at his lips as he issued a command, his voice dripping with desire. “you can start by taking off my clothes,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours, hungry and full of heat.

you followed his directions without hesitation, slowly unbuttoning his pants and gently pulling them down, the sound of the fabric rubbing against his skin filling the room. as the fabric pooled around his ankle, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards his impressive package, your breath catching in your throat at the sight.

you saw a darker spot on the fabric of his boxes, damp with pre-cum, you wasted no time in removing the remaining piece, freeing his aching cock that stood proudly in front of your eyes, eliciting a soft sigh of relief from him.

you continued to stare at his dick, blinking a few times as you processed the sight. he was big. too big.

jeno chuckled heartily at the sight of your eyes widening in surprised awe, his ego swelling with a touch of cocky confidence. he knew exactly what was running through your mind. "don't be shy, pretty girl," he teased, a sly smile playing on his lips. "you can touch it." he leaned back, resting his weight on his hands as he waited for you to make a move.

as calm and collected as he appeared to be, jeno was practically craving your touch. his muscles tensed under your gaze, and there was a hint of desperation in his eyes as he longed for your caress. however, he was determined to maintain a facade of coolness, masking his inner pleading with subtle smirks and sultry words.

as your delicate hands finally encircled him, a soft sigh escaped jeno's lips, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sensation. jis breath hitched, his teeth gently sinking into his lower lip in response to the pleasure coursung through him. his dark gaze was fixed on you, watching intently as you explored him with a look of curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

you started to stroke his cock slowly, the pre-cum acting enough as a lubricant, facilitating your movements. “just like that, sweetheart,” he said in low groans, his breath heavy.

yes, this. more. fast. please. he closed his eyes tight to savor the sensation. each sweet, slow movement of your hand pushed him closer to relief. and then... a new sensation joined the others. a delicate, refreshing affection, at the tip of his cock. almost like a breeze. you were licking it. rolling that pink, shy and naughty tongue around the head of his erection. kissing and tasting lightly. the feeling was intense. sublime. insufficient.

it took him by surprise how you effortlessly seemed to know what to do, and he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. his hands threaded through your hair, his fingers delving into the soft strands as he lavished his touch upon your head. in that moment, he found himself unable to hold back his words. his voice came out in a rough whisper, "put it all in your mouth.”

for a brief moment, a flicker of worry crossed jeno’s expression. he feared that his request might have intimidated you, that you may stand up from your position on the ground and refuse to continue. he was on the verge of pleading with you, nearly uttering a desperate “please,” but before he could voice his concern, you unexpectedly acquiesced to his command, enveloping the head of his cock in your wet, ecstatic heat.

you began hesitantly. which was understandable, since this was your first time. but you didn't need much skill. he throbbed with desire while you showed great enthusiasm, even though you had no experience. there was little you could have done — except bite him, perhaps — that wouldn't have been delicious.

you were more than good. it was fantastic. he found himself rocking his pelvis, trying to go deeper each time your sweet, juicy mouth descended on him.

a ragged moan escaped his lips as he spoke, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he moved his hips in a quicker, more insistent rhythm. “you are doing so well, baby. so, so, well,” his words came out in a deep, raspy tone.

the mounting tension between you had taken its toll on jeno, and he was acutely aware of the pleasure that had been denied to him for a considerable amount of time. it was a struggle to maintain control, and he found himself teetering on the edge of climax.

as you continued your ministrations, he swallowed hard, the air around him seemingly growing thinner. his body trembled under your touch, his breath escaping in ragged gasps as he felt his climax building up, on the verge of tipping into pure ecstasy.

and, before he could even warn you, he came in your mouth, holding your head in place, forcing you to take his entire load. he didn’t mean to do that, but it felt so good he didn’t want you to pull away at the best part.

as you pulled away, gasping for breath, jeno's grip on your hair loosened, his hands gently releasing their hold on you. his own chest heaved with effort, his breathing ragged and labored from the intense encounter. he gazed at you with eyes heavy with desire, drinking in the sight of your disheveled appearance and the thin line of his cum that traced the corner of your mouth. in that moment, his expression was one of pure contentment and satisfaction.

a ghost of a smirk played at the corners of jeno's lips, his voice lacking any trace of remorse. "i'm sorry, i should have warned you, baby," he said, his words carrying a hint of satisfaction rather than regret.

you glanced up at him, offering a timid smile as you assured him, "i-it's okay, it wasn't that bad,” he watched as you ran your tongue over your lips, innocently cleaning the remnants of his essence.

god, he thought, you're so sexy.

from that point forward, not only had making out become a regular occurrence, but oral sex had become something you enthusiastically welcomed. jeno couldn't help but notice the change in you, how earnestly you seemed to embrace the act of pleasing him. it looked like you derived a sense of satisfaction from bringing him to such levels of ecstasy.

even though jeno was completely happy with the addition of a new activity to the menu, it still wasn't enough. don’t get him wrong, he loved getting a blowjob whenever either of you were in the mood, but what he really needed was to actual fuck you.

he found himself perplexed by your reluctance to take the next step. while he was fully aware of your penchant for shyness, he couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't given in yet.

considering the things you had already engaged in, he assumed that your comfort level would have already reached a point where you would be receptive to more.

the mounting impatience and desire finally got the better of him, and he decided that it was time to address the issue directly. he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before addressing you with a blunt question.

“baby, why don't you just let me fuck you?”

jeno's blunt question caught you off guard, interrupting your casual routine as you were making your way to bed and using a towel to dry your hair. you momentarily froze, the towel suspended in mid-air as you turned to face him with widened eyes. “w-what? jeno…!” you stuttered as you hastily grabbed the towel, clutching it against your face in an attempt to conceal your flustered expression.

he couldn't help but roll his eyes, at your reaction, with a smirk on his lips and a chuckle in his voice, he reached out and pulled you closer to him, his arms encircling your waist and drawing you into his embrace. he settled his chin on your belly, gazing up at you with a curious expression and added with nonchalant tone, "i’m just curious, you know.”

with a single movement, jeno reached up and took the towel from your hands, tugging it away from your face to reveal your expression. his eyes scanned your face, taking in the adorable sight of you all bashful and shy.

"i-i..." your voice trailed off, your nervousness clearly evident. jeno's eyes remain fixed on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. sensing your hesitance, he encouraged you gently, his voice soft and soothing. "mmm, i'm listening," he urged, silently coaxing you to continue.

you averted his gaze, your voice barely above a whisper as you finally confessed. "i-it's just...you'll see me naked and all...," you admitted, the thought alone making your heart race with anxiety.

jeno's eyes widened momentarily as he processed your words, his expression alternating between disbelief and shock.

that was the reason? no fucking way.

"are you serious?" he asked, his voice filled with a touch of incredulity. you responded with an eager nod, still not looking at him, "i-i can't do that, you'll see everything!" your voice trembled slightly, the thought of being fully exposed in front of him clearly terrifying to you.

jeno couldn't believe what he was hearing. it seemed almost unbelievable that the reason you were hesitant to take the next step was solely because of the thought of being completely naked in front of him.

his facial expression softened as he tried to understand your perspective better. "baby, it's me, you know," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. he reached out to cup your face, his touch tender. "you don't have to be embarrassed with me," he continued, his eyes searching yours.

"i...i know that," you stammered, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch and the soothing sound of his voice. despite knowing that he was someone you trusted deeply, the thought of being completely nude in front of him still felt overwhelming.

you tried to articulate your feelings, your words coming out in a shaky whisper. "but... it's just... i'm worried i won't look good enough for you," you confessed coyly.

great. you were insecure. he forgot that.

“that's just so stupid," he muttered, pulling you onto the bed with him and positioning you straddling his lap. his fingers gently cradled your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "you know i love every single part of you, right?" he repeated, his tone tender and sincere. "even those i'm yet dying to see," he added with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every contour. "you are just perfect.”

your eyes widened slightly at his words, his unwavering confidence in your beauty causing a flutter in your chest. insecurity still lingered, but the way he spoke with such certainty made your doubts waver.

your hands unconsciously found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as your breath hitched. "you...you really think that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as your lips form a small pout.

jeno chuckled softly, his hands moving from your face to your hips, their grip firm but gentle as they held you in place on his lap. "i don't just think it, i know it," he replied, his eyes scanning your face as his thumbs began to trace soothing circles on your hipbones.

his voice dropped lower as his eyes held your gaze, “your body is incredible," he repeated, "i love every inch of it." his expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "and i would love even more if you just let me see more of you. you have nothing to be shy about, baby. let me show you just how much i appreciate every part of you.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words igniting a flutter of anticipation within you. despite your lingering insecurities, you couldn't deny the way his words made your stomach churn with excitement and nervousness, he sounded so inviting.

after a few moments of contemplation, your voice trembled as you finally gave in, your eyes meeting his.

"o-okay," you whispered, the word barely audible, as if spoken more to yourself than to him. taking a deep breath, you made the decision, your heart racing in your chest. “i-it's fine.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, granting him permission, Jeno's lips were on yours in a heartbeat, the kiss passionate and feverish. his hands didn't waste any time either, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back.

“that's it, sweetie,” he said against your lips. “i promise it will be worth it,” he pulled you closer, the intensity of his embrace and the hungry way his tongue sought yours sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

jeno's impatient hands were soon tugging at the hem of your shirt, his movements eager and insistent as he lifted it over your head, revealing your bare upper body, clad only in a bra. his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of your exposed skin, his eyes roaming over you, appreciating every inch. his hands continued to caress your skin, the feeling of flesh on flesh sending shivers down your spine.

his touch was gentle and deliberate, his fingers tracing soft lines along your collarbones, your arms, down your sides. he leaned forward, his lips pressing kisses along your neck and collarbones, nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. "you are so beautiful, baby," he murmured against your skin. "i've been wanting to do this for so long.”

he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck and collarbones, his movements soft but insistent. as he trailed a path of kisses down your chest, his fingers traced the lace of your bra, tracing the edge of the fabric with the tip of his fingers.

his lips moved lower, his kisses growing more frantic as they reached your chest, his tongue tracing the contour of your cleavage as his hands continued to roam your body. his fingers trailed a path down your back to the clasp of your bra, his knuckles brushing against your skin as he fumbled to undo it.

jeno's fingers worked quickly to undo the clasp of your bra, his touch both impatient and skillful as he finally managed to free you from the confines of the undergarment. he pulled it away, revealing your bare chest to him, your tits jiggling slightly.

“fuck,” he exhaled a shaky breath, his eyes taking in the sight of your exposed flesh. "you're more beautiful than i ever imagined," he murmured, his voice filled with desire and awe.

as jeno continued to gaze at you, you couldn't help but feel a wave of shyness wash over you. your arms instinctively moved to cover your chest, attempting to shield yourself from his unabashed staring. embarrassed, you muttered, "s-stop looking at me like that.”

he reached out and gently pulled your arms away from your chest, exposing your bare skin again. “don’t be embarrassed,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “you’re gorgeous. i could look at you all day.”

He leaned down, his hands trailing a path across your chest, his fingertips gently caressing your boobs. his touch was feather-light, almost reverent as he explored the contour of your flesh. he took his time, seemingly wanting to savor every moment of this encounter.

slowly, he lowered his head, his hand reaching out to cup one, his thumb brushed over your nipple, his fingers closing around your breast, squeezing gently as he drew your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. he hummed contentedly, lost in the sensation, his lips working slowly, savoringly.

a soft gasp escaped your lips as jeno's tongue worked its magic, sending shivers down your spine. your body writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his locks, tugging at them softly.

feeling your body respond to his touch, he took the opportunity to lay you down on your back, gently coaxing you into the plush pillows. he never stopped his ministrations, he caught your nipple between his teeth, giving it a light bite and then sucking, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive touch, as if marking you as his own.

“god, you're so perfect," he whispered, he moved to your other tit, giving it the same attention. "don't hide yourself from me again.”

jeno's hands slid to the waistband of your shorts, his touch burning against your skin. he pulled them down, along with your panties, as you lifted your hips up to help him guide them down your thighs and off your body.

when you were finally bare before him, he couldn't help but take a moment from sucking your boobs to admire the sight of you laid out beneath him, open and vulnerable.

“look at how hot my pretty girl is,” he bite his lower lip, leaning closer to capture your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers making their way to between your thighs. he knew he needed to prepare you for the main event, to make sure you were ready for what he was dying to give you.

you were so sensitive that it was easy to get reactions from you, he didn't even need to finger you that much to make you come a few times, that, along a few praises on your ear while hitting your sweet spots, were enough to have you squirming under him.

jeno's breath was warm against your ear as he spoke, his words sending delightful shivers down your spine. "okay, sweetie," he whispered, his lips still pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "you're doing so well."

he could feel your quick breath and the sweat beginning to form on your forehead. his wrists were growing tired from his efforts, but he wasn't backing down. "i'll make you feel even better," he promised, his voice low and seductive.

he shifted his body, his hands working quickly to remove his clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor beside the bed.

your eyes drank in the sight of jeno's body, taking in his toned muscles and the way his body glowed in the faint light of the room. your gaze fell on his cock standing proud and ready, and a wave of heat washed over you, making you instinctively press your legs together. he was so hot. it was unfair how good he looked.

“like what you see, pretty?” he asked with a smug smile. you weren't brave enough to say the words out loud, but you wanted him to know that you appreciated him too, so you only nodded fiercely, making him laugh and lean over you to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss while positioning himself between your legs, his erection rubbing against your thigh.

jeno broke the kiss to look into your eyes, his gaze intense and serious. he gently cradled your chin in his hand as he spoke, his voice filled with concern and desire. "just listen to me for a moment, okay?" he said softly. "i need you to promise me that if it becomes too much, if it hurts in any way, you'll tell me to stop. can you do that for me, baby?”

his words hung in the air for a moment, the implications clear. you knew why he was saying that. the size of his cock was undoubtedly intimidating, and it was natural to feel a pang of fear. but your desire for him overpowered any reservations you might have had.

with a nod, you responded. "yes, jeno, i can," you gave him a small smile, "i’ll tell you if it's too much.” he studied your face for a moment, making sure you were sincere and not just saying it to please him. he could see the want in your eyes. the way you nodded your head and answered him firmly gave him the reassurance he needed.

“that’s my good girl,” he kissed your cheek, straightening his back and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it against your entrance, teasing you lightly by rubbing the tip up and down.

then, he slowly pushed his lenght inside you, as he advanced, you gasped and clutched the sheets, small whimpers of pain escaping your lips. you were lucky you were wet enough to ease the pain, his dick slid into you with ease, he really prepared you well.

jeno's expression mirrored pleasure, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he threw his head back and let out a silent moan. it was as if he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity, and the feeling of you enveloping him was like entering a state of nirvana.

he paused for a moment, his body trembling with pleasure and exertion, as he looked at you. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"are you doing okay, baby?" he asked, his voice hoarse and low, he wasn't even half way and you seemed to be struggling already.

he looked at your face, taking in the expression of pain and pleasure mingled on your features as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes welled up with tears. despite the discomfort you were feeling, you reassured him. “y-yes, keep going," you managed to say through trembling lips, your voice shaky but determined. "i can take it, i promise.”

jeno couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for finding you so incredibly hot even in that moment. he leaned in closer, pressing his face against your neck, and sought out your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. it was an attempt to provide some distraction from the pain, and his words were a soothing whisper against your skin.

"that's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "you're doing so well. just a little more,” he continued to move his hips, causing you to gasp once more, and he couldn't help but moan at the feeling of you squeezing him. his grip on your hands tightened as he fought to maintain control of his own desire to simply fuck you hard.

and when he was finally fully inside you, a wave of relief washed over you, releasing a soft sigh from your lips, you never felt so full before.

he soon let go of your hand to straighten his back again, you were speared open by his cock and when he pressed the palm of his hand on your belly and you felt the bulge he made there, it was too much. neither of you were expecting you to cum right now, your voice crying out his name as your entire body tremble.

“fuck, baby, already?” he asked under his breath, a smile on his lips. again, that was so hot of you. he can't believe he made you come like that.

and that was enough for him. he pulled his hips back slowly, his cock almost all the way out, a brief moment of relief when your insides were empty again, which didn't take long when he pushed back into you hardly, his tip hitting your cervix, making you both moan loudly. you didn't even had time to recover from the most intense orgasm of your whole life.

“fuck,” he said almost breathless. “feel that, pretty girl?” his grip on your hips tightened enough to feel painful and leave bruises. “feel how deep i am?”

the room was filled with sounds of skin against skin as he increased his pace, thrusting even harder while voicing out a few praises to you, saying how well you take him, how good your pussy feel, how he wanted to fill you up with his cum.

he nipped and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind a trail of kisses and light love bites as he continued to move in and out of you. your name spilled from his lips like a prayer, a plea, a mantra.

you had intended to speak, to ask him to slow down, but before you could utter a word, jeno sealed your lips with his own, effectively silencing your pleas. his kiss consumed you, capturing all your moans and protests.

he picked up the pace, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate as he feel himself getting closer to his climax. jeno's voice was a low, seductive whisper, his breath hot against your neck. "gonna fill you up, pretty," he murmured, his teeth sinking into your flesh. "you're gonna take every single drop," he whispered fiercely, nibbling at your neck once more as he continued to move, his thrusts growing more insistent.

his hand went to your clit, wanting to make you cum once again, this time right with him. he was close to his limit and he knew he was overstimulating you, then it wouldn't be so difficult. within moments, jeno felt his body become tense and his thrusts more erratic, his movements stuttering even more as he felt you tighten around him.

it didn't take long for you both to cum and you feet him fill you with his hot seed, both moaning loudly. jeno gave a few more thrusts to make sure you were going to take everything he had to give you before pulling out of you.

jeno's body collapsed onto yours, both of you panting and struggling to catch your breath in the aftermath of your climax. the room was filled exclusively with the sounds of your labored breathing.

you could feel the hotness of his skin against yours, his heartbeat racing against your chest as he tried to regain some control over his own breathing. his weight pressed you into the mattress, his body limp and sated.

he buried his face against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. his grip on you loosened, his arms coming to rest by your sides as he lay on top of you, completely spent.

after a few moments of comfortable silence, jeno rolled off you and settled onto his back beside you. he broke the silence, his voice gentle, "how are you feeling, baby?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. he noticed the tired yet content smile on your face.

“blissful,” you answered with a light giggled, making him smile back at you.

good. he was going to focus on that now instead of thinking about how stupid he was for cumming inside you on the first fuck and how this could be a big problem in the future.

[caitlinclarkluver22]

~ Please Please Please ~ P.B a fanfic ( sfw)

inspired by the song by sabrina carpenter

pov: smart!fem! reader x player! paige bueckers

an: so this is my first paige bueckers fanfic, the intros kinda long, but i think it came out pretty good, but there is gonna multiple parts to this, so just let me know if you’d like another one.

remember blue is flashback and purple is lyrics!!

warnings: mention of alcohol, cheating, lying, and mention of sex

“ i know i have good judgment, i know i have good taste. it’s funny and it’s ironic that only i feel that way.”

you’re a senior in college at uconn, your mostly known for being the smartest person in your classes, never failing one grade, getting higher than a 90 at all times, 85 on your bad days.

you were in calculus, to you it was light work. you didn’t really need to study often, having amazing memory and overall good attention span in class.

since you already completed 2 years of college in highschool, having your associates degree, you were already looking forward to getting your bachelor’s degree this year.

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you were collecting your stuff of the desk, putting it in you book bag, ready to go take a break from the series of classes you had just taken.

as you were walking out of the room, you heard someone call your name.

it was your teacher, professor zamora.

“ hey, your the one with all the good test scores right?” , he asked knowing but just wanted to make sure, to ask for a favor.

“ yes…. i am”, you shyly responded, a little nervous at the sudden attention.

“ okay good, so since you have the best grades in the class right now, i was wondering if you were free for another class period.”

free? another class period? what is he trying to imply? i know i might look naive and small, but I’m not stupid to know what men want. i am lesbian after all. although i had my suspicions, i trusted my professor.

“ yes i actually am. why professor?”

“ great! i was just wondering because my next class period is algebra, and….lets just say ive had them for a few years now…anyways, they need help. just pick the one you want and you can tutor them.” , he said praying that she would agree.

although she did have a break for the next two hours, she could spend one of them helping someone, it’s the right thing to do.

“ yes of course! i’m willing to tutor anyone that needs my help.”, you say enthusiastically, ready to help people be the best they could be.

“ great! just come back in around 30 minutes, and by then they should be here.”, your professor said, thankful for your help.

“ okay i got you.” , you said walking out of class, going to grab a bite to eat.

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after the short thirty minutes pass by, you start walking back to the class, praying that this goes well.

as you make your entrance through the door, you see a familiar face.

shes a blonde, tall, blue eyed girl walking to her desk, a purple nike elite backpack on her back (that looks fairly empty ), and a slow sluggish walk .

you could tell who it was from a mile away, it was paige bueckers.

THE paige bueckers.

you noticed her since in your free time u went to go watch the basketball games, cheering for your favorite player on the team, paige obviously. although you went to almost every game, you went unnoticed by her, standing in the back of the crowd just admiring how she played.

you weren’t a mega fan.

you totally didn’t scroll on tiktok, looking and saving the edits you’d find. damn she’s so attractive…

‘ah ah ah, no liking her. she’s in algebra. she’s obviously not smart, not to be mean of course. just observing.’ , you think to yourself as you look around the room, waiting for everyone to take their seats.

it wasn’t only about academics. paige was also known for hopping around from girl to girl, you know this since a couple of your friends had their fair share of dating her.

you were awoken late at night by a loud knock at your door. who could be awake this late?

as you opened the door, you came to a sad sight.

there your friend, lilly, was crying at your doorstep.

she was sobbing, her eyes swollen , puffy, and red due to the amount of uncontrollable tears.

you knew what…or should i say who this was about.

over the course of 2 months, your friend was on and off with her situationship, paige. lilly didnt know wether her and paige were a thing or not, she never knew what paige’s next move would be, little did she know that her next move would be completely ghosting her and pretending like she didn’t exist.

“ i just- i just don’t know what i did wrong. i mean i bought her things, i spent time with her, i supported her at all her games. every single one. how could i be so stupid? i’m literally one of the smartest people in this whole college and im not smart enough to realize that a girl is totally playing me.” , she sobbed grasping onto you like her life depended on it.

“ it’s okay lilly it’s okay, you deserve better.”

although lilly was your friend, karmas a bitch, she should’ve known better, if she had a wish, she would’ve never fucked around with paige ( LMAOOO ).

lilly, yes got hurt, but she was a bad person. in her past she was known for cheating, lying, and stealing. well stealing other people’s hearts of course. she would talk to them, make them fall in love, then drop them after they bought her a gift of some sort.

another one of your well known friends, keisha, always hooked up with paige. whenever paige was bored, she’d text keisha a good “ u up?” late night text , and keisha would be at her dorm room in no time, ready to have good sex.

of course, they weren’t your friends anymore, you realized soon after that lilly was a bad influence since she lied and cheated, while keisha was just to influenced in alcohol and hook up culture.

in essence, this girl was bad news, and she only liked the bad girls, so you’d obviously have to stay far far away from her….

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“ so how do you find x if you don’t have y?”

fuck my life.

“ paige, it’s not that hard. really. i learned this shit in seventh fucking grade, and you can’t get it. look let me show you….again.”, you said irritably, getting impatient by the second. you felt like you’ve taught her over a thousand times.

you guys were in her dorm, on her purple comforter, you were trying to teach her the literal easiest shit ever, and she couldn’t comprehend it. ugh she’s like a toddler.

“ so to find out x i have to add y and…what again?”

kms.

“ UGHHH paigeeeee”, you said, hands in your hair , frustrated with the stupidity this girl had. how could she be so smart on the court, yet so dumb when it came to math?

“ please, i need help, if i don’t pass this then i can’t play basketball. and we both really know how much i love basketball. it’s my everything. please?”, she said, her player facade fading away, showing her true and vulnerable self.

ugh those eyes….

“ …one more time paige. just try your best to get it. concentrate.”

paige nodded and smiled at her, looking down at the paper to attempt to grasp the information that she had trouble with.

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“ I ACED IT”, paige screamed, jumping up and down.

“ REALLY?”, you said eyes wide.

“ YES YES YES, omg i’m so happy right now!”, paige said , her eyes showing the pure raw excitement paige had.

paige then unexpectedly embraced you in a hug, it catching you off guard, but nonetheless, you hugged back.

if you knew the hug was wrong…..why did it feel so right?

you guys stood there for a solid minute, embracing eachother. you inhaled, smelling the sweet scent she radiated.

“ okay well i gotta go”, you said, sad knowing that this would be the last time that u had an excuse to spend time with her.

“ yea- um same.”, she said, giving u a slightly forced smile.

as you were walking away , sadness filling ur heart, u heard someone shout your name.

it was paige.

“ hey um, what about i take you to dinner?..you know just to thank you for all the work you’ve done to help me of course.”, she said with a hopeful look, her bright blue eyes illuminating like the pacific ocean.

how could i say no to those eyes?

“ um..you know what…yea of course. tommorow at 9 sounds good?”, you said , happier than you’d like to admit.

“ i promised’em that your different, and everyone makes mistakes. but just don’t.”

“ i’m telling you, you shouldn’t surround yourself around her, she’s a bad influence! she literally broke your ex friends hearts! both of them! paige isn’t a good girl to fall in love with.”, dominique one of your most recent friends said, stressed out about your love life right now.

“ i mean, she asked me out to dinner…”

“….she what? don’t tell me you said yes…”

“ i said yes.”

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“ don’t bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.”

you finished up your final touches in your makeup, when u got a text message.

pb and j

hey pretty girl

i’m here

i’m going.

as you came out your dorm, paige was there at your door checking her breath, startled by your sudden appearance, she smiled awkwardly, bringing up lego roses to your face.

how did she know that i didn’t like real flowers? and that i love legos?

your heart warmed at the sight, smiling at her, full teeth on display.

“ thank you paige, you shouldn’t have, really.”, you said, almost feeling bad that she spent money on you that she shouldn’t have.

“ no no no it’s my pleasure honestly.” , she said with a grin, sighing , relieved that you liked the gift.

“ let’s get going?”, you said.

“ whoever is last is the rotten egg!”, she yelled loudly, before running down the hall making her way down the stairs.

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“i heard your an actor, so act like a stand-up guy. whatever devils inside you, don’t let him out tonight.”

they’re at the restaurant, it’s way fancier than you expected. the waiter sat you guys down, and now both of you are looking at the menu.

when the waiter comes back, both of you agreed on chicken alfredo, and both of you got dr. pepper.

you guys start making conversation, talking about the things you didn’t know about eachother , and your goals in life.

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as you guys finished with your delicious meal, you decided that it was time to leave and go home. it was getting late after all.

as both of you walked out, the moon shining bright on your faces, the date unfortunately coming to an end, you guys talked a bit more, laughing at eachother jokes.

“ well that was fun.”, paige said, laughing, her teeth as bright as the stars.

“ yea it really was…”, you say with a smile on your face that couldn’t be removed no matter how hard you tried. a smile so permanent that it ached.

you guys gazed into eachothers eyes, her eyes taking a trip down to your lips, slowly bringing them back to your eyes once again.

“ paige i-“

you got cut off by paige, as she brought her lips to yours, sealing the night in a fond memory of the kiss you shared, the kiss that was between the two of you.

after a while, you opened your eyes and looked at her. she had her goofy smile on, looking at you with….i think love…? no couldn’t be. just lust.

“ um we should do this again. “

say no say no.

“ yes of course”, you said with a smile.

“ okay well…see you later. i’ll text you! “, paige said as she back peddled to her car, winking at you, before running to the vehicle .

god she’s such a goof.

as you got in your car, you only had one thought while having your head on the wheel, thinking about all the occurrences that had happened over the past few months. even though you knew it might end up bad, you couldn’t help but think…

please please please, don’t prove em right.

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WOOHOOO I FINISHED IT DONT PLAYYY!!! i was literally working on this for hours and my friend dominique was helping me with it too( literally love her )!! anyways hope you enjoy and make sure to lmk if yall want a second part or not!!! 💕💕 sorry if it’s bad ik i misspelled a couple i think and definitely misworded but not so bad to the point where you won’t get it. LOVE YAAA!!!💕

[wonton4rang]

Omg i have been binge reading all of your bnd imagines, and i was wondering if you could rate whose MTL to date a foreigner in bnd. Love you writing style, btw🫶🏽

omg hi hi :') tysm!! my pleasure 💜💜💜 thank you for giving me the chance 🫶💖

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pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: none? mentions of smut. (legal members only)

summary: bnd mtl (most to least) likely to date a foreign.

note: sorry for the delay!! i've been really busy at work :(

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sungho; personally i feel like he would stay close to home so most likely korean or japanese, the last one is a foreign tho so yeah. i feel it would be mostly because of the language barrier and the distance. but i do see him falling for a foreign and then being so frustrated that he would go days without even laughing or talking more than the necessary because he's too busy thinking how tf is he going to get you if he doesn't speak your language and lives on the other side of the world :(

riwoo; sorry. i'm so sorry. the only way this man would fall for a foreign is if they are dance partners or have to work together on something and he feels WAY TOO attracted to you, like he would be drooling for you and would even start learning your language just so he could rizz you up properly :') but i feel he would go for koreans tho.

jaehyun; he makes me confused. i feel like he loves his asian girlies but he's also so open to anything and i've seen him openly checking out foreign fans on a crowd so i think he would just need to fall for you and most likely wouldn't mind if you are a foreign or not. he just has to like you and he'll work it out. plus, he's a high libido boy for me so bet he would be drawn to curves and big ass and boobs so that plays a role too.

taesan; i feel like he has a very specific type but at the same he doesn't. he honestly gives me some "if i like you, that's enough" vibes but also "you're 9/10 my type, which i don't know what it is yet, but it's not enough so i ain't fucking w u", and idek how that makes sense but basically i feel like he won't be paying enough attention to looks but more into personality so as long as you guys speak the same language (not just literally korean, also ideals) he's down for it.

leehan; you breath? he's on your neck. he doesn't mind AT ALL, but i do see him leaning more into an specific type, the bubbly yet shy one, idk if it makes sense but the typical girlie that's so kind and happy but also so easy to get blushed and so on. because trust me when i tell you leehan is heeseung's pupil when it comes to their flirty ass... the smirks??? he's so fucking you while calling you the prettiest names and you blush like a mad girl.

woonhak; honestly idk, i feel like he is yet to find it out himself. he's too young so it's hard to tell but so far he would stay with korean girls because he's not that "experienced", he doesn't know any foreign languages to that extend and South Korea is all he knows so yeah. he's on character development :')

so for me it'll be:

MOST.

leehan. again, he's into whatever breaths so yeah.

jaehyun. love is limitless <33

sungho. he's very open minded when it comes to love.

taesan. love prevails.

riwoo. not very into it but it could happen.

woonhak. let him finish highschool, thanks.

LEAST.

[lionhanie]

myung jaehyun ; voodoo doll

academic rivals to... crush?, childhood friends turned frenemies, jaehyun has feelings and in SEVERE denial

word count: ~1.9k

warnings: i curse like twice lmao, reader is shorter than jaehyun, jaehyun goes thru insane internal conflict because he’s coping w/ his newfound crush on u

this work is part of my boynextdoor as old 5sos songs series! ↳ if you want to listen to the song, here u go!

a/n: tbh this is one little self indulgent because i feel like jaehyun + this concept would respectfully Ruin my Life so…. voodoo doll fits the scenario well!

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

your families were close, having moved into the neighborhood around the same time. living next to a family with a son the same age as you essentially meant you would be seeing each other often; whether it was leaving the house at the same time to walk to school or being sent next door to return borrowed tupperware, it was safe to say that you were more than familiar with each other. 

it was sweet, really. the picture of you and jaehyun at your kindergarten graduation has been framed in the hallway outside your bedroom for as long as you can remember. jaehyun’s older brother used to treat you guys to ice cream after a test. hell, your families would take weekend trips together over the summer! even when you were young, your mothers always joked that it would be just perfect if the you two started dating, especially when your families trust each other already! and it would be so convenient too, being right next door and all. except, things didn’t work out as they had initially hoped. 

you were almost always competing with each other growing up -- who could get a better test score, who could get the most medals in a certain sport, who would get more votes at a class election; you name it. once, you made a bet on who would be taller than the other by the time you finished middle school; it’s a defeat that jaehyun never let you hear the end of when a routine check-up at the doctor told you that you were done growing. it was friendly competition for a while, until you both started taking the rivalry a bit too seriously. 

the tension at the dinner table was evident every time your families would join together for your monthly dinners. making sneer remarks towards each other, scoffing at the boasting of one’s achievements, ultimately resulting in a one-up battle that would always be shut down by the parents. it was just petty at this point. you really had no reason to feel so… negatively towards each other all of a sudden. 

“everytime you’re near me, suddenly my heart begins to race / every time i leave, i don’t know why my heart begins to break”

until one day, things are different for jaehyun. he catches himself looking at you from across the classroom longer than he normally does, eyes quickly darting away and cheeks slightly flushed when you address his very obvious staring. when it’s time for lunch, he finds himself sitting a little closer to your table of friends, his heart skipping a beat upon hearing your melodious laughter. when he sees you talking to another guy, he grips the notebook in his hand a bit tighter, a pang of jealousy ringing within him-- he dismisses the feeling and goes about the rest of his daily routine.

despite the apparent hostility in your friendship, you’ve never walked home without the other without good reason. making sure he got the both of you home safe was something jaehyun’s father encouraged him to do ever since you guys were in elementary school; it’s practically second nature to him. there’s not as much conversation exchanged nowadays, especially compared to how you two used to talk the entire walk home as kids, oftentimes having trouble stopping your giggles when you part ways to walk into your respective homes. 

he’s sitting on a bench outside of the school’s entrance, earbuds in as he waits for you to walk out the glass doors. a cool breeze flies by while he hums along to the song that had just come on shuffle. it’s a little strange that you weren’t out yet. it’s been over fifteen minutes since all club activities were supposed to end, and you never wanted to stay at school longer than you need to be. jaehyun contemplates going back inside to look for you, even going as far as getting up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder-- oh, there you are. 

“let’s go?” you finally walk out of the doors, fiddling with your tangled pair of earbuds. he feels a wave of relief wash over him, phew. he was worried there for a second. wait. why was he worried? it’s not like something bad could’ve happened to you; you were probably just talking to one of the teachers or something. he’s acting like you’ve never been a little late before. if anything, he’s probably made you wait even longer than he just did, and /you/ never seemed to think twice about it. what is up with him today? 

“give me those,” jaehyun says, referring to the earbuds you were currently struggling to take knots out of. he doesn’t actually wait for you to hand them to him, rather opting to grab them out of your hands, making you roll your eyes. he untangles the stubborn loops with ease, handing them back to you after. “wow, and no thank you? you’re feeling especially cold today, y/n.” he scoffs as he places his hands in his jacket pockets while he walks beside you. 

“and it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest and i’m having trouble catching my breath”

“myung jaehyun, thank you so much for helping me just now! what would i do without you?” you respond, very obviously sarcastic. “i’m exhausted, starving, and i’d rather not deal with your attitude again today, okay?” jaehyun watches as you plug your earbuds in and place both of them in your ears; you usually leave the one closest to him out to hear him better with the few sentences of small talk shared on the trip home. if he had puppy ears on his head, you would’ve seen them droop at the way you were completely ignoring him now.  he wanted to brag about the grade he got back on his english paper earlier, but it didn’t seem like a good time to do so. maybe you had a bad day. 

as you walk on the familiar route home from school, all jaehyun wants to do is crack a joke or make a fool out himself by doing something stupid-- anything that would possibly brighten up your mood a bit; except you’re focused only on whatever you’re listening to and the sidewalk in front of you. his mind is all over the place as he walks in silence beside you; what’s got you so upset? the exams coming up? surely not, you always seem to get higher scores than him with ease. is it the school festival? you’ve been stressing out over planning your club’s performance for a while... why does he want to know so badly? whatever it is, it’s hurting him to see you stray from your usual demeanor. 

“i don’t even like you / why’d you want to go and make me feel this way? / i don’t understand what’s happened, i keep saying things i never say” 

after dinner, jaehyun’s doing homework at his desk before he pauses to look out the window that faces yours, noticing your lights are off already. it isn’t too late, maybe around 11pm, but it’s definitely way earlier than your typical bed time, especially when finals are right around the corner. “i guess y/n had a rough week.” he rests his chin against his hand, internally debating whether or not to check in on you. it’s not weird to send you a text right? he’s just concerned, after all. 

to: my y/n sorry about earlier. are you going to sleep now?

“...are you going to sleep now? myung jaehyun, you sound like a freak, god. let’s just get to the point.” he mocks himself as he deletes his previous message.

to: my y/n i wouldn’t have teased u if i knew u were having a bad day :( need to talk about it?

“should i even bother apologizing?” jaehyun puts his phone down on his desk. why is it so hard for him to send you a text right now? picking it back up, he erases his message again.

to: my y/n u ok?  → sent!

“that should be fine, y/n can talk about what’s wrong if they want to. and i didn’t seem too needy… this is good, yeah.” he tries to convince himself that he crafted the perfect message literally 3 letters but okay lmfao, but he regrets making himself sound so nonchalant when, in reality, that is the last word he would use to describe himself right now. maybe he just needs to sleep on it. 

“tell me where you’re hiding your voodoo doll ‘cause i can’t control myself / i don’t wanna stay, wanna run away / but i’m trapped under your spell” 

jaehyun packs up his laptop and notebooks, arranging them haphazardly in his backpack before moving to wash up for bed. he’s a couple steps out his bedroom door, halfway to the bathroom, when he hears his phone chime three times. you’re still awake.  it’s almost embarrassing how fast he finds himself back in his room, eagerly opening his messages. 

3 new messages from “my y/n”! lmao yeah, life kicking my ass lately tell u more tmr if u want details :p  thanks for caring, jaehyun

thanks for caring, jaehyun. what? of course he would care. honestly, he’s offended; why do you think he wouldn’t care about you? he simply reacts with a thumbs up to your second message-- jaehyun hesitates momentarily, but he ends up reacting with a heart to your last message. he thinks you should get some sleep, you need it. 

now, myung jaehyun is having trouble sleeping. which is odd, because he normally knocks out the second he’s under the covers. his heart is practically beating out of his chest thinking back to your texts, even if it was only a couple words. it’s been a while since you two just… talked normally. it’s a sad realization, especially when jaehyun thinks about the years of history you have together. the thought of you laughing at his silly antics and hitting his arm playfully on your walk home, just like how you used to, gives him butterflies. it’s hard to ignore when he’s trying to rest. he’s searching and scanning every possible explanation in his head as to why he started looking at you differently now. he tosses and turns in his bed, even rearranging his pillows numerous times in a sad attempt to push his feelings for you out of his head and finally sleep. 

jaehyun could’ve sworn he hated your guts, but he can’t exactly explain why the “hate” started in the first place. could he have liked you this whole time? no, that doesn’t make sense… you know what, it’s probably some freaky magic manifestation stuff… yeah, that’s it. maybe a voodoo doll or something… because surely there’s no logical reason as to why jaehyun could possibly be falling for you after all this time. 

© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!

a/n: bye i think its so funny to think that jaehyun is just so unwilling to accept his own feelings that he blames it on LITERAL MAGIC looooooool silly boy i love him :,)

[obsessedwrhys]

okokokok HEAR ME OUT !… rottmnt brothers x a gn! younger adopted sibling medusa hcs… whose snakes are lowkey protective of them… sometimes they act on their own but if the reader is feeling an emotion strongly they’ll feel that emotion… yeah… (can you also make the reader calm, collected and reserved?)

(Idk if ur reqs are closed or not so u can do this later or delete it if you want)

ROTTMNT X MEDUSA!READER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, bit of angst, reader is gn!! (Look at how cute they are)

RAPH

As babies he was always so scared of the snakes on your head. Like what do you mean it's supposed to be your hair? How does that even work?

Every now and then when he's passing by your room, he couldn't help but sneak a glance of you pampering to the snakes. It's just so amusing to see you treat them as if they have a mind of their own.

Which they do in some cases.

Growing up together, he has gotten use to the fact that the snakes happen to also feel whatever emotions you feel. Anger. Despair. Joy.

Never in his life would he ever think to see a hundred snakes smiling at him. But oh well, at least you're happy.

He is honestly very astonished with your ability to turn any living or non-living things to stone.

There was this one time where you guys were fighting and a member of the foot clan managed to sneak up behind you, but due to your enhanced reflexes, you were fast enough to turn him into stone. You simply blew at the sculpture and eventually it loses its balance and falls.

Remind him to never mess with you 'cause being turned into stone does not look fun.

Despite your scary appearance, you were the most chill person in the group. You would always be found either in the living room watching tv or in your room doing your thing.

What I'm trying to say is that you're the least expected sibling to create the huge mess of the day for everyone to deal with.

He doesn't find the snakes on your head too much of a deal, he cares and loves you all the more.

LEO

He finds the snakes on your head so cool!!

Since ya'll were kids, he's been constantly storming up with stupid tricks or ideas to do with you.

And you obliged each time because you didn't feel like it was anything dangerous. Most of the time you guys end up having fun.

He has once asked you to turn Donnie to stone. Obviously you said no.

Even though your ability to turn people to stone is irreversible, it still doesn't give you the excuse to just do it to anyone or anything as you liked. Which is the same thing you've said to Leo multiple times and he always let's out an annoyed groan at your reminder.

He 100% picks fight with the snakes on your head. Always sneakily poking one or pulling one (obvs not that hard) when it's not looking, what he doesn't realise is that you can feel it too. He's been bit many times for doing that but he never learns.

He just enjoys messing with you :(

It's the sibling energy in him.

Did I forget to mention how he managed to convince you to turn him to stone in order to escape Raph's lecture? Yeah that happened.

I've said this before and I'll say this again, he definitely makes terrible dad jokes related to snakes towards you. It always entertains him and him only.

"You know, people always say snakes are so venomous but I think they're just slitherin around"

"That was terrible Leo"

He likes to hug you because he just loves the feeling of the snakes on your head rubbing against his face. It's like the same feeling you feel when a cat rubs it's face against your face. So relaxing.

He loves to especially bury his face into them.

It weirds out the others but you don't mind as long as he doesn't hurt you or the snakes.

He just LOVE LOVE LOVESSSSS it.

Also the way your eyes glows red alongside the snakes whenever you turn something to stone? You look ethereal!!

And the tiny traces of scales across your skin??? Badass!!

He'll literally wear a cheerleader fit and swing around pong pongs to cheer you on.

DONNIE

Since you were kids, he was always drawn towards the snakes on your head. He always wondered how did it even get there.

He once accidentally pulled on one of the snakes as a kid and the bite on his hand is now scarred to life.

He doesn't tell you but he thinks the snakes looks great on you, the green matching the green in your eyes is like the cherry on top. Not to mention your fashion sense is amazing!!

He doesn't mind having you stay in his lab, you're not loud and don't disturb his work which he appreciates it.

I like to think that whenever he's bored, he'll probably approach you to examine on the snakes on your head. You don't really mind and just continue on doing whatever it is that you were doing in the first place.

Though, there was this one time you caught him waving at the snakes and smiled when they all greet him back.

He definitely asks questions about stuff.

Some of the questions that still stuck to you was "If you used a mirror and activated your power, will you be able to turn yourself to stone?" And "Do the snakes on your head grow like hair?"

The last one might be true in a way. The snakes only extends when you want it to. You just do it when it's convenient, whether to toss a bad guy away or to grab a cup of coffee on the table.

He would hyperfixate on Greek Mythology when he sees the obvious similarity. However it just made his brain spin even more. Were you also cursed? He never knew how to ask you about that since he's afraid to trigger your emotions.

The last time he did that the snakes on your head all began hissing at him, not to mention seconds away from attacking him.

But it doesn't matter, you'll tell everyone when you want to. All he knows is that you grew up together and care about each other, that's already enough.

MIKEY

Oooh snakes.

I just have a feeling that since babies, the snakes on your head has always been so affectionate towards Mikey.

Like out of all the brothers, he's the only one they let him do things with. Helping you do different hairstyles, feeding them and even giving them accessories. Anything he can do to make you look glamorous.

He also happen to name each of the snakes. He says he doesn't have a favourite but it's way too obvious that you're his favourite.

He hates it however when you're sad, the way the snakes on your head pretty much drops with a frown breaks his heart.

Everytime Leo decides to mess with you, Mikey is 100% already there and simply standing menacingly behind him, waiting for him to finally notice him.

"He's standing behind me isn't he?"

"😡"

A lot of the days where its sunny, he would definitely take you go swimming. He knows how frustrated you get when it's too hot.

Same goes to when it's winter, this boy will go out of his way to make a comfortable beanie for you to use and for the snakes to nestle in.

Also you have a big appetite but do not fear!! He will prepare you the most delicious meal you'll ever eat!!

You're surprisingly good at communicating with animals. You've befriended some of the rats in the sewer and he can't help but call you the "Rat Whisperer"

He loves hanging out with you, whether if it's doing nothing together or having fun, he likes spending every second with you.

[elislulii]

Episode 7 Rent ! spoilers!

So I don't know if somebody else already talked about this, but in the last episode of interview with the vampire, EP 7. I saw this post on Twitter and thought it's my time to be Sherlock Holmes and find out what really it could be.

What really is that, tho? Well, I really think Lestat is being starved by Armand or the cavern members, but I don't think the Cavern MEMBERS could EVER stop Lestat and starve him. I meann, c'mon, he's one of the most powerful vampires on the planet, has ancestry blood and u think u can stop him? The only person who could stop him, imo, and immobilize him and starve him, is Armand.

Did we forget he can make fire with his hands, freeze time, hypnotize and erase memory?

We can see it's a bruise, But dark, and shallow, almost rotting u could say... You can see it from another photo.

So, my point is that Armand is starving Lestat, Half to death but not quite. I mean, he could clearly stand and walk. U also can clearly see that he has this half-rotting bruise on each wrist. So, either way, he's half alive, maintained by Armand. And manipulated by him to perform the trial.

OR

It's just a shadow on his hand bc of the lights reflecting, and suit, or just a bruise Sam has on his hands. But I doubt he would get hurt like that.

ANDD in the next preview of the last episode, we see Armand say that he LIED to Louis and that he basically did this on his OWN.

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He said he didn't have a choice, HE LIED.

He did have a choice!! He manipulated the cavern members and LESTAT, so therefore this was his OWN plan. He starved Lestat to death, almost rotting(I mean He is) SO that means maybe he revived Lestat. We know Lestat wasn't really dead, but Armand "revived" him possibly and used him for the trial, starving him and rotting him for his own use.

AND THIS IS NOT OVER!! This is from Episode 6, I believe. He was going through the trial pages!! If you think Armand didn't have a choice and didn't manipulate anyone, then what is this??? The master manipulator is at work, honey!! He was checking Sam’s work!!

I HAVE CONNECTED THE DOTSS!!!

What do u guys think???

THE WRITERS WILL PAYY FOR THISS!😭😭

[marchsfreakshow]

Snooping Suprise [Kyle Spencer]

Smut...sort of? Fluffy ending because yes

Well Kyle wanted to go through your stuff to find something new, and accidentally found himself holding your uh, toy.

Request by anon<3! I haven't written for Frankenkyle for a while, and panicked about it. I hope this meets your expectations though <3

Warnings: mentions of mutual masturbation, praise.

18+!! MINORS DNI

No one's perspective

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The only noises throughout the room were Kyle's little mumbles and the clothes in the drawer being moved around. He shuffled around as he searched. Just a general search. There shouldn't've been anything hidden, you were upfront with everything, and felt it was easier to be upfront with items and such. So why was he suddenly holding a dildo as you walked in the door?

"Kyle-!" You squeaked, immediately closing the door behind you. A blush making your face hot and red. Immediately, you ran over to him and grabbed it, stuffing it back in the corner of the drawer he found it in. Kyle sort of stood there, confused about whatever he just picked up. "W-why were you in my drawer?!" Stuttering your way through your words, he furrowed his eyebrows, searching for the right words to explain himself.

"needed clothes." He ended up saying, pointing to the neatly organised bras, underwear and anything else. Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. His clothes drawer was on the other side of the room.

"Your drawer is over there Kyle. I don't think you'd need one of these." You gave him a little smile as you placed items back in the drawer to look a bit more neat and to hide the toy. You couldn't be mad at Kyle, not really. He was still figuring everything out, and nothing had truly come back to him. So, he probably had no clue anymore about the purple dildo you hid away.

"no body.." he grabbed for it again, almost examining it. You cleaned it after every use, but you still went red again and cringed at the zombie boy touching every inch.

"yea...it doesn't need a body attached to it Kyle." He was getting the idea now. Sure he didn't seem like it, but that frat boy talking up girls at parties was still there. Under everything. Maybe there was a bit more searching to do, but you'd find him eventually. Both of you staring with this item he held in both hands.

A moment or two of silence passed before he held it out to you. "Show me?" He asked, obviously wanting to know how to use it. If it had a purpose. The purple object looked foreign in his hand, and your eyes wandered from his own eyes to it.

"s-show you?" A little nod from Kyle. You were slightly bewildered at his want. Not the first thing you would have thought Kyle wanted. You never wanted to touch him or make him relieve anything he had been through. "U-um, okay." With another nod, you locked the door to your room. A shaky breath left you as Kyle sat himself cross legged on the bed, and held out a hand to you. Taking his hand, your eye contact was a bit different this time. Maybe it was the tense awaiting of a demonstration. Maybe it was the thought of your relationship with Kyle changing dramatically once this happened.

Both your eyes and Kyle's eyes watched your tights come off, and your underwear come off. Also watching you hitch up the dress you wore so it was a bit more obvious what you were doing. The zombie boy kept his eyes on what you were doing, aware yet unaware of his growing erection, sitting there. He just admired you. Sure, he had seen you dress and undress practically all the time...he seemed to just admire you.

Once you were sat on the bed, Kyle crawled up to you, as silent as ever, and undid the bows on your shoulders, letting them fall. Gravity did the rest of the work, letting it bunch up around your waist and hips. "Beautiful dress." He smiled as he watched the dress fall. It made you bashful, and you smiled softly, looking away for a second. You had an idea on what he wanted to do, which was fine, but you just hoped he was comfortable with it.

"are you sure you're okay with this Kyle? I don't want to..hurt you.." the zombie boy held your cheeks, giving you a small kiss as a response. A small smile on your lips as he kissed you. Both of you took that as an okay, and he nodded with his own smile.

With a hesitant breath, you picked up the purple toy that sat next to the both of you on the bed. Were you really about to do this? You were just showing him how you used it, but it felt odd. Despite that, he looked in awe at you, waiting with bated breath for you to begin.

Once cleaned up, and quite happy, Kyle sat curled in your arms. You were certain you weren't going to do this again, sure it made the both of you happy, but every inch of your mind told you it was wrong. "I love you Kyle." A little sigh left you as you placed a kiss on his forehead, letting the both of you just sleep peacefully.

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I'm so insecure about this. It took me ages to get this, and I'm suddenly just fucking with it, so I can get it out. I'm so sorry if this sounds shit!

Tag: @babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch @slutforgarlogan @taintandviolent / @yandereunsolved @nahoyasboyfriend @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @fear-is-truth

[a1750s]

THANK U FOR DOING MY ASK??? HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE ITTTTTT I WAS ON MY 4TH REREAD BEFORE I TYPED THIS ALL OUT LOLL

ok idk if you're still going to continue that, nonetheless i'll accept whatever your choice will be.

But imagine if they failed lol 😈 (pain is me, me is pain) reader regressed, everything went shit for her. And when she died it's so sudden like they thought she wouldn't die anymore after they pulled some god thing, turns out they're useless because reader was born cursed.

Also, do you write yandere content? Just imagine.

I admire ur writing so much ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

I'm so sorry

I need help 🚹

Here is the part 2 you are waiting for! For you last question, I can take a challenge in writing a yandere content, give me what you have in mind! I may not look like it but I'm a sucker for angst (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

And for the other requests, I will try my best to write it! 🫡

Your Last

[PART 2]

Pairing: Cale Henituse x fem reader

Genre: angst + fluff + ...

TW: mentioned of death and abuse

"Do you think this method will work out?"

"If this is not working out, we will find another solution. If the other still doesn't, we will find another until we succeed."

"But—"

Cale turned around to look at you, making you shut your mouth immediately. Cale let out a sigh before he dropped his hand on your shoulder.

"[Name]."

You clenched your fists, looking down at the ground. The guilt was seeping through your veins when you saw that he and everyone were doing everything to ensure your curse was broken and that this life would be your last.

Looking at that, you felt the need to stop them.

Of course, you have the selfish wish to stay alive with them in this life. Of course, you want your curse to be broken.

Nevertheless, you can't bear to see them crumble if all you have done until now has crumbled, like how you will wither away. It will hurt you when you open your eyes in the next life.

It will haunt you and become your new curse.

"[Name]."

It will make you unable to move forward, remembering your moments here and comparing them later. Wishing that you are not curse, to be a normal human instead.

To have a normal life with those you love and those who love you.

You have been trying to break the curse before, but you couldn't find the way. Maybe you are not trying hard enough.

"[Name]!"

Your shoulders were shaken violently. You snapped out of your depressing thoughts to see the frowning face of Cale.

"...Yes?"

Cale let out a sigh.

After seeing you doze off like this in the middle of talking, he knew that you were overthinking again. The habit of yours to overthink something negative.

"Listen to me."

He held both of your shoulders and looked into your eyes. Your eyes were dull; he always noticed it since the first time you guys met. However, he also noticed the way your eyes shine more and more every time you spend time with others.

He thought you were healing from whatever you'd been through before. He felt glad to see your eyes full of life align with how you express your energetic self.

He also noticed the way your eyes turned lifeless when you lost yourself in thought, like your mind was preoccupied by something dispiriting.

"I would not let you die. No matter what."

He didn't know how to convince you. Your stubbornness is like when you always harm yourself.

"No matter what, you will continue to stay with us."

Cale saw the change in your eyes a little. He needed you to be more optimistic in this matter. He needed you to have the will to move forward; if not, it'd hurt the people around you.

He let go of your shoulder; instead, he cupped one of your cheeks. His warm hand was making you close your eyes involuntarily.

Will you continue to feel this warmth and more in this life?

"[Name], you are not a burden. No one would be happy if you suddenly vanished without us managing to do anything. We would do anything possible and impossible to make you stay here with us. Would you lean on us this time?"

He let out a sigh again. He was not good with a speech like this.

He somehow forced you in a subtle manner. He wanted you to let them carry the burden of your curse with them.

He, who also lives with a curse due to a certain someone, couldn't say exactly how he understood your pain. However, he and everyone else saw your tiredness.

Your repeated life, which might be longer than White Star.

Just like you said before, it is surprising that you are not becoming crazy yet.

Cale subconsciously rubbed your cheek; his thumb brushed against the scar on your face. Seeing you lean against his touch managed to send a weird feeling into his stomach.

"But you'd not remember me."

You uttered so painfully slowly, but due to how close you two are, he could hear you, and that managed to make his stomach churn.

'What?'

"...Okay."

You opened your eyes, which now have the light he was searching for.

"Let's do our best together."

You grinned. Cale's eyes softened. At least he managed to live up to your spirit, right?

He let go of your cheek.

"By the way, where are the children?"

He asked. You shrugged.

"I thought they were with you just now."

Cale hummed in understanding. The children said they were going to go see you, but then where are they?

"Tell me what I can do. I can't just let you guys do all the work when it is about me."

Cale walked towards his rocking chair, and you followed behind him like a baby duck.

"There is not much you could do now because we are searching for any clue as to who might be giving you the curse. But if you know something, tell us; we might manage to find something."

He stopped, and so you did.

"Is there more information you could give us?"

He was trying to push you to tell him the last detail. About what you mumbled just now.

"I don't know if it is important, but there was one time I could hear someone's voice in my head."

You think you could mention this. This might help them. The voice in your head.

"Someone's voice?"

"I don't know when because it has been so long, but I remember it like it just happened recently."

Cale was listening attentively. You continued upon seeing his reaction.

"The voice said something to me: "They won't remember you, but I will always be with you." It sounds like it's trying to comfort me."

Cale frowned slightly and repeated.

"They won't remember you, but I will always be with you."

That sounded eerie for no reason.

"Did you hear it just once?"

You nodded. "And I don't even remember when."

Cale contemplated: Could it be the higher being who gave you the curse of reincarnation? With the saying that no one would remember you after your death, but the being will?

Why do the words sound possessive?

"And you believed it until now?"

You flinched and fidgeted with your fingers. You chuckled nervously.

"Uh, well, you know the feeling of something you can't help but trust?"

Cale raised an eyebrow.

"Just like when you grab your gold coin every time you feel something is wrong! That kind of trust! Hey, don't look at me like that, James!"

He shook his head. There might be a reason as to why you trust that voice and why you managed to remember the sentence until now.

It seems intentional.

"Right, I will need to ask him about this too later."

By 'him', you knew Cale meant God of Death.

"I'll go now, then. If you need me, just call me."

"Where did you want to go?"

"Hm? I thought you wanted to be alone."

"No?" Who said that? He didn't mind your a company.

"If you insist on going, just go."

Cale went back to his rocking chair. Well, he might as well take a nap first before meeting the God of Death by waiting for Cage to come here. He needed full energy to 'negotiate'.

Somehow, he didn't know why this happened. One second, he was walking straight; the other second, he was falling.

His leg felt like it was bumping into something, making his balance tilt. He opened his eyes wide when gravity did its job by making his body fall to the front.

A hand grabbed his arm tightly. The hand pulled him back up, and his body involuntarily twirled around due to the force of being pulled. His breath hitched when his body collided with yours; your other arm slithered around his waist, and his hand grabbed a hold of your upper arm.

"Woah, are you okay there? You should be careful while walking."

He blinked in confusion.

"Hey, earth to Bob."

He looked down to see you exactly in front of him. The way your arm held him gently and the way your chest touched his. He could smell your scent clearly. He could feel the rise of your chest each time you took a breath.

Your arm slithered around his waist, giving him a sense of security for no reason. Not gonna lie, now you are more in shape than him. He could feel your muscles under your clothes.

'Fu*k.'

He felt something in his stomach. He quickly pushed you away and cleared his throat.

"Thank you."

He walked back—this time more carefully—towards his rocking chair before he took a seat. He didn't look at you, and you just gazed at him with a puzzled look. He just hoped you didn't hear how his heart was beating fast just now. His mind was completely shut down for a minute, admiring you just now.

He cursed again internally.

On the other hand, the falling incident was staged. The children, averaging 9 years old, let out a snicker after their little shenanigan just now.

•••••

"God of Death."

"I know what you wanted to know about. But..."

The man with white hair and bronze skin let out a sigh. The red-haired man was watching him like a hawk in front of him.

"Her condition is complicated."

"How so?"

"Cage has told me about [Name], and after you tell me about her just now, I have one conclusion."

Cale raised his eyebrow.

"The curse that falls upon her is a curse from the god of another universe."

"What do you mean? Aren't you guys the same?"

The God of Death shook his head.

"It is not. This, our universe, has us as your gods that you can worship. However, there is another universe, closer or far from ours, that has its own gods controlling it. She is someone from another universe. Besides, she has been jumping from one world to another, making me unable to track her original world."

"Then, to track the one who gave her the curse, you needed to know her origin."

The God of Death nodded. The first time you appeared in this world, he noticed something unusual, but at that time he and the other gods didn't know; even the God of Balance was not noticed.

However, after you make contact with Cale and Cage, he somehow feels a strange energy from you. energy that does not belong in this world.

The body of yours now might be made to be adaptable by this world's criteria; however, your soul was not. Your soul was old, protected, yet broken. Also, your soul was tied to a string.

"Red string of fate."

"Hm?" Cale frowned in confusion.

"She was bound by a red string of fate."

Cale's mouth opened slightly. He knew about the red string, but doesn't that red string mean a fateful partner or destined lover?

He let out a sharp breath.

"I am trying to trace the end of the red string that is connected to her. I might get some clues, but I need some more time."

"How long do you need to confirm it?"

The God of Death touched his chin. If he needed to find your trace of the red string, he needed to look far, far away, into another universe. That will take more time and connection.

Also, he might need help; many would help him if they knew it was Cale himself who asked for it. Thus, the least amount of time he needs is...

"At least a month."

He might take longer. However, he would try to help his child this time because he could feel the faint distress coming from Cale.

Cale pursed his lips. A month, huh? After that, they would have two months to find another solution if the God of Death failed in his task.

He needed a backup plan. But he is also just a human. He clicked his tongue.

Except for waiting, he has no way of finding a solution.

"Hey."

Nevertheless, there is something that is bothering him.

"Yes, my child?"

God of Death beamed, but Cale frowned.

"Her string of fate, would it hinder her from staying in our universe?"

Of course, there is another meaning to his question. Which is supposed to sound like this:

"Would she be able to stay by my side even if she has a destined someone?"

God of Death was contemplating—well, he was well aware of Cale's inner turmoil.

"I need to see that person first."

Both of them knew that your red string of fate was not connected to Cale. It is a painful truth that Cale needed to swallow, but in the first place, since when does he believe in fate?

"I can't give you an exact answer to what would happen to her if her curse were broken."

Either she would die instantly with a forever death, or she could live until her old age like a normal human.

"I understand."

He would force the latter choice to be fulfilled.

•••••

There might be a reason you were cursed. There might be no reason at all why you were cursed.

It might be your fault that you were cursed. It might not be your fault you were cursed.

No one knows at this moment except the one who put the curse on you.

No one knows, not even you, who has been cursed.

No one can force you to remember how it happens. No one can force you to recount your journey of reincarnation. No one can force you to do anything because you also have no answer.

You would tell them everything willingly, even though you knew there was a chance that all of this hard work would eventually fail. You would do anything and everything.

Until this moment, you were still questioning whoever could hear you and could answer you.

Why you?

Why you?

Why you?

Aren't you suffering enough?

Does the being hate you so much to make you miserable like this?

If so, you would be willing to redeem for your mistake; you would redeem for your sin so that you could be with this family now, with Cale.

You might get your answer and redemption.

And the time has come after so long you have been begging and praying.

"You are looking for me, right? Congratulations! You have granted permission to meet me."

It is you, Cale, and the God of Death.

In front of you guys is a god or an entity—you guys don't know what to call this being—which figures you guys can't decipher. A guy or a woman, you don't know. Their heads were covered with a veil. The voice was distorted but soft in your ears.

You remembered the voice.

The voice in your head that you can't help but feel attached to.

The voice that gave you a sense of tranquility without a reason.

The voice that...

"[Name]."

Cale whispered to you, loud in your ears, to make you snap out of your thoughts. You blinked, feeling like you were waking up from a dream.

"Are you okay?"

You turned toward him slightly before you nodded.

Your sudden action to grab your hand was making your heart jump. You pursed your lips before you also grabbed his.

He noticed the way you started to doze off after the entity in front of them started to speak. It looks like you are being hypnotized, if that is the right word he could use.

He has a bad feeling after meeting this entity.

A very bad one.

"Hm."

Under the veil, the entity's eyes were moving directly towards your intertwined hands.

"I suppose you came to me to ask for something."

"We are."

God of Death stood in front of you and Cale, covering the entity's vision as they continued to land their gaze on you guys. God of Death could feel the weird feeling since coming here. The entity was giving him an eerie feeling.

This is not the first time he met a god from another world, but this time, his gut was telling him something unusual. Something sinister.

"The curse."

The entity's shoulders shook slightly, indicating that they were laughing.

"Curse? No, it is not a curse."

You could feel their eyes on you.

"It is a blessing."

The entity stretched their lips up.

'What bullsh*t.' Cale was internally cursed.

"You called continuous reincarnation and the inevitable death at 20 a blessing?"

God of Death retorted. He may be a god, but he has empathy for humans, especially his children.

In the sense of the range of power of a god, he knew that this entity shouldn't abuse their power like this. There should be a condition for a god to curse a human.

"I merely give a blessing to my dear [Name]."

You became tense and wanted to scoff at the same time. Blessing? What bullsh*t. Your suffering was called a blessing. This is not a good thing for you to hear.

"Bullsh*t."

You said that out loud. You stepped forward, but your hand was still holding onto Cale's.

"You might have fun if you see my suffering all these years as a blessing. Is it fun? Is it satisfying?"

You gritted your teeth.

"If I do deserve this curse, then I apologize. Please, I... I beg you to free me from this curse."

You guys didn't know, but the entity was frowning.

"I don't remember. I really don't know what my sin is toward you. How grave it is. How can I redeem myself?"

You looked at the entity with pleading eyes. You really wanted your curse to be broken. You are sincere; you wanted to be free.

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"What?"

The God of Death squinted his eyes.

"How unbelievable."

The God of Death mumbled slowly. It is really unbelievable, but he might know why.

"Then.."

"You have so much to ask from me, but never give me anything. Is this a fair trade? No, I don't think so, God of Death."

The entity raised their hand. In a second, the three of you could see a red string. A red string came from the entity, and the end was connected to you. You raised your free hand in shock.

"This. This is not something that can easily be broken."

What is this? You were not informed about this, but by the way the two men became tense, they knew about it.

"So, what can you give me as compensation for something that is inevitable to break?"

Cale felt a gaze on him.

"Hm, Cale Henituse?"

The entity was looking at Cale with cold eyes. Cale felt goosebumps all over his body, but his serious expression never changed. He squeezed your hand.

"What can I, a mere human, do for you?"

Cale spoke out with confidence.

"How about... your existence?"

"No!"

"You have crossed your line, Unknown."

You and the God of Death glared at the entity. The entity chuckled, finding your guy's response funny.

"What a shame, then I can't do anything about our connection."

The entity stepped forward. The three of you became on edge.

"I may break [Name]'s so-called curse because she asked for it. But I can't break our connection, our bond, our relationship, and our destiny just because you—someone unworthy of my time—asks me to."

Cale frowned. Now, he could decipher what this entity felt towards you.

Obsession and possessiveness.

As to why? He didn't know.

"Then, I can do whatever I want." You uttered.

"Hm?"

"Whatever I do—either my relationship, my connection, my bond, or my destiny—I can do whatever I want because that is my choice. You can't force me to stay connected even if we have this so-called red string."

"You know you can't escape from me."

You stood straight, facing the entity with confidence.

"Doesn't matter. I am free to choose my life. I am free to choose my partner. And I am free to choose who I can love."

In the last sentence, you squeezed Cale's hand. Cale's eyes enlarged slightly after you unraveled what you actually meant. He looked at you with eyes of disbelief.

"After this life, if we really are destined as the red string that connected us means, then at that time, I am sure fate will eventually bring us together."

You could feel a sudden coldness behind your neck.

"But now, I have someone I love already."

You bowed, giving a proper apology. You knew that, at this moment, you couldn't offend the person in front of you. You don't know if the entity will fulfill his word about breaking your curse.

It may be a lie, but you have hope.

While holding on to hope, you thought you should be sincere. If you accept the fate of your red string but harbor a feeling for someone else, you feel like betraying them.

You choose to negotiate like this. To tell the truth and apologize. This entity might do much worse for everyone you love now because of you. Moreover, when you guys are in their realm.

"I am sorry for being selfish."

The silence that came after your last sentence was too loud. There was neither movement nor sound coming from either side of you.

"I see."

After what felt like hours of silence, the entity spoke.

"If that is your choice."

The entity backed away before they turned around.

"We will meet again, [Name]."

You felt disbelief at the acceptance.

"Also, let's not meet again, God of Death. Your presence annoyed me."

"Our feelings are mutual."

God of Death ushered you and Cale to follow him back, opening a portal to your world.

"[Name]."

The entity called for you. You turned around.

"I will always be with you."

Your heart was pounding after hearing that. You took a sharp breath, feeling a sudden rush of sadness. Why though?

On the other hand, the different feeling was not leaving Cale at all. Not after the entity said to lift your curse, and not after the entity accepted your choice.

He felt uneasy, moreover, after the entity uttered the last words.

It may be a bad hunch of his. God of Death also didn't say anything or say that the entity ever showed animosity. He might be tense because of the surroundings and atmosphere.

Maybe just that.

"Cale Henituse."

You three stopped. Cale never knew that he would also be called.

"Take care of her in this life."

Cale blinked; he didn't expect to hear that. Cale was about to open his mouth to reply, but the entity beat him to it.

"Might as well give her a good memory and don't make her cry."

Cale started to frown upon receiving the advice.

"Obviously."

"Also."

There is more?

"I despise you."

Cale smirked, aware as to why.

"I know. Me too."

After the entity felt satisfied with the reply, they nodded. Cale turned back and looked at you.

"Let's go."

All of you crossed the portal.

•••••

[30 minutes, 39 seconds]

The countdown was slowly moving towards zero. You and the others were waiting in tense.

"I am nervous."

"Me too. I know young master Cale has done a good job ensuring [Name] stays alive. I don't doubt him. But I can't help but feel anxious."

Mary and Rosalyn voiced out their thoughts. The others didn't say it, but they also harbored the same sentiment.

"[Name] will be fine. If not, I will find that god again. That just means they didn't fulfill what they said and lied to us."

Cale stated confidently.

"Yes, this time you need to bring this great and mighty dragon with you, human!"

"I will follow you too, Cale-nim. As long as I could help you with anything, even fighting a god."

Raon and Choi Han were determined. Cale sweat dropped.

"Then, it would mean we could wish [Name] her a happy 20th birthday, right, nya?"

"That's right, nya. Cale won't fail! Cale, never fail, nya!"

On and Hong wagged their tails excitedly. 

"That's true. But you are not making a shady deal with that god, right, Cale?"

Eruhaben asked next. Cale shook his head.

"No. Why would I?"

He knew the entity, or he told his family; the god has obsessiveness and possessiveness towards you. He also knew that the bond between you guys couldn't be broken just like that.

However, he is certain that the entity also has a soft spot for you. About the curse, he can't find the possibility why the entity did that. Maybe they have this kind of weird satisfaction in seeing your suffering. He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

"If that's the case, then it's fine. But how did you manage to make the god agree?"

Cale pursed his lips. In his perspective, he didn't do anything.

"It's [Name]. I didn't do anything; she was the one who managed to convince the god."

"Is that true, Miss [Name]?"

"Uh, I was just saying what I wanted to say. More like venting, because what even can we do? It is not wise to fight there."

Cale nodded. They may have a plan to meet the god who has cursed you. But they didn't know the god's personality, so they couldn't predict how the situation would go on.

"It is unbelievable to think a god could be convinced just like that."

"That's true. At the same time, feel weird and uncanny."

Choi Han and Eruhaben let out their thoughts. If you think again, yes, it is true. But then, they knew what they could do now if you still died.

[1 minute, 2 seconds]

"Ah, one more minute."

All of them straightened their backs. Your eyes kept on the screen. You took a deep breath.

The countdown was slowly decreasing.

Each of your heartbeats felt loud in your ears.

You never knew this sensation because, every time, you were ready for your death.

Cale's gaze landed on you. The two of you were looking at each other before you gave him a smile, making his stomach turn upside down with just a simple gesture.

Maybe, after this, he will finally tell you the truth.

Not just him; you also thought the same as him.

Maybe after this anxiety went away, you could be by his side.

'After this is over.'

After this countdown, maybe you and him could be together.

"Ten."

9

8

7

6

"Five."

4

3

2

You closed your eyes.

1

0

You haven't opened your eyes yet. You were scared to see what was in front of you.

"[Name]?"

After the voice of Cale calling after you, you fluttered your eyes open quickly, only to be met with his reddish brown.

Your eyes shook.

The silence was deafening.

"I..." Your lips trembled to form a word.

You didn't disappear.

You didn't die.

"Happy birthday, [Name]."

Ah. You bit your lower lip. A tear escaped your eyes.

"...Thank you."

•••••

A moment of joy filled the room. The children were hugging you. The others were slumping on the coach with a relief expression. The worry that evidence on their faces were all gone.

You smiled through your tear-soaked cheeks.

You are alive.

This is your last.

You are so glad.

A minute of joyful atmosphere. You can't compare it with anything else.

"Unfortunately, God of Death. Why do you think it is me who has cursed her?"

God of Death, witnessing the joyful atmosphere was stiff after hearing the familiar voice.

"How did you—? No, what do you mean?"

The God of Death looked around but found nothing.

"It is true; what I gave her was a blessing. Blessing to not get hurt when she was dying each time."

The God of Death was shocked.

"There is not one. Her soul has been cursed by many. I am the one who has been lessening the impact. Unfortunately, you guys ask for it to be broken."

God of Death was in disarray, trying to communicate with Cage as fast as possible. But he was too late after he saw you coughing out blood.

"I do love her but I am not strong enough to break the curses combined by several gods my level."

God of Death paled.

"Everything I do was for her own sake."

You have been cursed and no matter what they do, it'd never be broken. And this entity was doing everything to let you suffer less.

The confused expressions of everyone were visible.

You looked at your red-soaked hand.

Blood. Your blood.

Why?

Your chest tightened, and you felt like someone was squeezing your heart to burst. You grabbed the clothes over your chest with a painful expression on your face.

"[Name]!"

"What happened to weird human? Why, why she—!"

It hurts. Your entire body was hurting. It feels like your body and soul are splitting apart.

You didn't notice, but everyone did.

"Why was Miss [Name] disappearing?!"

"No, no, no!"

You didn't hear anything else—your name being called or your body being held and shook. Your focus was on your pain and ragged breathing.

You raised your head in difficulty, and the last thing you saw was his face.

The face of despair before your vision turned black.

Oh, it is not painful anymore.

"[Name]?"

"[Name], nya?"

"Don't be like this, nya. We didn't like to play like this."

"Human, sob, where is [Name]?"

You disappeared. In front of them. No traces of you were left behind. Just the splatters of your blood that landed on the couch.

"Human, [Name]. We need to save [Name]! She can't die like this! I thought, I thought—"

"Raon, calm down."

"Goldie gramps, [Name], [Name] is gone!"

Everyone was not ready. It is too sudden for them.

One minute earlier, they were celebrating your birthday.

And the next minute, you were gone. Just like that. Without warning.

Cale can't speak or move. He was looking at the spot where you disappeared with shaky eyes.

It should be working. Why were you suddenly gone? Does he fail? Is he failing to keep you alive?

He fail?

No, no, you can't disappear like this. He needed to talk to the God of Death.

He tried to move, but he stumbled when he felt his knees go weak. Ron was ready by his side to catch him.

"Young master."

"God of Death. Cage. Now."

No, you can't disappear like this.

He can't accept this outcome.

He needed to bring you back.

Cale can't lose you.

"Young master, calm down. Follow my breathing."

He didn't notice that he was having a hard time breathing. He was panicking. He didn't know he could. It has been so long since he experienced such failure.

In the midst of panic, he noticed something.

Why did all of them still remember you?

•••••

There is never a day you don't cry. There is never a day you do not experience a nightmare, haunted by your memory of the past.

Memory of the past, which you thought was your last.

The never-ending cycle of torture.

You felt like a doll that was being used.

A human—are you even a human at this point?

You wanted to go crazy.

But you are forced to stay sane.

You wished to forget.

But you are forced to remember.

"Cale."

The name was so easy to glide on your tongue. It was so easy that you didn't know you could remember it until now.

What a shame he was not here anymore.

A life without him and the others.

What a shame. You were cursed even before you were born.

What a shame. You were loved and hated by many to be cursed like this.

What a shame. You are the chosen one.

What a shame.

Who is to blame?

You went hysterical after you opened your eyes to an unfamiliar world.

You went numb when you were giving a family. An abusive family.

You went emotionless when you were dying at 20, again and again.

The difference in your life now is that you have a family. But each family is never a good one. You would live with an abusive family.

You guess it is true. The entity has done everything to lessen your curse. It is better to live as an orphan.

You are the one to blame.

You asked for it.

Now, you needed to live each life ahead of you like this.

"Cale."

But you will never forget his name. Surprisingly, yes, you never forget.

"Cale? Who is that?"

You looked up to see a girl your age with a ponytail. A sword was hanging from her waist.

"Someone—someone I can't have."

The girl showed a surprised expression.

"I don't know you are sentimental."

"Who knows. No one ever knows."

"You two, it is time to move."

This life also, you waited for your death. You never had the joy to live and just waited and waited.

In this life, just a few months and you would be dead. Like usual.

The cycle would continue.

"[Name]."

You stopped your thoughts and looked at the man who was wearing the white coat.

"What is it?"

"Please, don't do anything stupid in this scenario."

Your dull eyes met his own.

"I can handle myself."

The man was letting out a sigh. He never knew how someone your age could have those kinds of eyes. It feels like he was looking into someone's eyes who has lived many lifetimes.

He didn't know. He didn't know yet.

And you won't let anyone know. Not again.

You would just cause pain to those who knew. This is your journey, and no one should suffer because of it.

'They would forget anyway.'

No life is your last.

Your last will never come.

That is what you thought.

However, your disappearance in every world and in every universe was not forgotten. They were searching for you; they were thriving for you until this moment, without your knowledge.

They also thought they would be your last.

But they are so wrong.

[END]

[souldagger]

can you talk about how you made the costume please 🙏🙏🙏

:D sure!!! putting it under cut bc it's a lot lol

when i got the idea i had absolutely No clue as to how people even go abt cosplays like this, so step 0 was obviously One Billion Youtube Tutorials (this one - it's in polish but has eng subtitles - was my best friend <3 but there's really sooo many for every little aspect of making armor cosplay i owe them my life)

anyway. proceeding. assume every step takes a fuckton of trial and error and at least 3 failed attempts

REFERENCES:

collected all the covers where u can see mb's suit well, some fanarts that interpreted it in ways i liked, the 2 previous mb cosplays i found

PLANNING:

little to no planning (bad idea. btw.)

MATERIALS:

regular long-sleeved shirt+pants+cycling gloves+fanny pack. (sorry murderbot. but the armor piece over its crotch literally looks like a fanny pack)

the armor's made out of smth called EVA foam (similar to yoga mat in terms of texture/stiffness), had to order it from a cosplay-specific online shop

heat gun (i was lucky bc my dad's an amateur handyman and turned out to already have one) bc EVA foam's much easier to form+less absorbent when heated

contact glue (also known as contact cement) for glueing the armor pieces whole, superglue for details here and there

straps (the kind u use in backpacks etc)+plastic buckles+velcro. so much velcro. i'm never hand-sewing thru velcro again

wood glue+smth called glossy universal lacquer (p sure it's just car paint.) for painting

transparent plastic mask + rit dye for dyeing it (bc i couldn't find one that was already dark 😔)

tape+cling wrap for patterns

MAKING PATTERNS FOR ARMOR:

okay so. you wrap [Given Body Part] in cling wrap (yeah just regular kitchen cling wrap). put tape (i used duct tape at first but switched to masking tape bc it's cheaper) all over. draw, roughly, the shape you want the armor piece to be. cut urself out, cut away the excess edges, bam! pattern. like these:

(the chest piece was the tough part. i wanted the characteristic rounded shape so i didn't use cling wrap there, it was a lot of trial-and-error with cutting shapes out of paper, putting them against my chest, adjusting things, rinse&repeat.)

(also, the helmet - for the face shield i got these v cheap plastic masks that were advertised as lawn mowing masks (???), then tried to dye them black with Rit Dye for synthetics. that was a Whole Ordeal & my best try still turned out too see-through & more orange-tinted than i liked, but i was out of time so (shrug emoji). & for the pattern, i put on the mask + a beanie before wrapping my head in cling wrap dkjfgn)

i cut the patterns into shapes that could be flattened & copied them onto paper (to be able to transfer them onto foam more easily):

ACTUALLY MAKING THE PIECES:

the annoying part: outlining all patterns on the foam and cutting them out with a box cutter. This Sucks. then, shaping them with the heat gun. This Doesn't Work As Well As It's Supposed To. then, glueing the pieces together with contact glue. This Takes Ages.

(& it's like. near-impossible glueing them so the seams don't look terribly obvious 😭 i'm sure there's a way to cover it up well, but the method i tried (foam clay) worked Eh at best)

oh right also the. thingy around the neck. that's just a tube made out of some leggings i was gonna throw out. filled with a bunch of cotton i stole from a pillow. improvise adapt overcome

ATTACHING IT ALL:

That's Velcro, Baby 👍 it's either glued onto the foam or sewed onto the straps Everywhere. it's how the forearm & thigh & lower leg pieces close, how the chest & back pieces connect, how the face shield's made removable. Velcro All The Way Down.

the 2 exceptions: the thigh pieces are attached to a belt with some straps bc they kept sliding off; & the tiny armor pieces on my feet have a loop of string glued on the inside that i just pulled my shoelaces through

PAINTING:

the issue with EVA foam is that it absorbs stuff v easily, so before painting it i had to prime it (aka cover it in 2-4 protective layers of wood glue). then for actual painting, i sprayed all the pieces with 2 layers of universal lacquer (outside on some cardboard ofc). here it is all drying in the garage (bc it stank 💀):

and that's it!!!! done!!!! a bit over a month of work in total :]

[artdcnaldson]

OK… ok… elaborating… idk like… maybe they haven’t like. gone all the way yet.. or maybe they have. but let’s just pretend they haven’t. after you get to stanford etc etc and they take ur virginity they kinda turn u into a pervert……. and u loooove watching them makeout and get each other off. they’ve always idk in the moment #talked about doing that.. about fucking each other.. but it hasn’t happened yet. U beeeggggg them to let you watch. they oblige cause. it’s you. art laying on the bed getting prepped by patrick you sitting idk in his stupid cuck chair in his dorm room……. until art gets whiny and clingy making grabby hands at you……. neeeeeds to be loved on… IDK!!!!!

Sighhhh I just know Art’s dorm desk chair has a piece of masking tape with the words “CUCK CHAIR” scrawled in Patrick’s handwriting on the back <3

But yeah once yall fuck for the first time you’re just so insatiable :((( they have so much experience you just want to catch up with them!!! But you also want to see what else they’re into. You want to see how they play when you’re not around. You practically beg for it, between hungry kisses. Promise you’ll keep your hands to yourself, that you just want to watch.

Arts the one who’s nervous— it’s just so embarrassing to be watched, but you’re sitting in his desk chair with your pupils blown and your mouth ajar and Art’s so fucking pretty when he’s splayed out beneath Patrick. Patrick’s taking it slow, working him open with his fingers. The noises Art’s making you haven’t heard before, so pretty and just rife with need. Patrick’s fingers brush against his prostate and he jolts like he’s been shocked, his cock pulses and drips precum onto his belly.

He looks so sweet, he’s staring at you, longing for you, and you join him on the bed. You’re positioned so you’re out of the way but you can still kiss him, so you can lean back and give him praise and encouragement. He just needs it so bad.

And then Patrick’s slowly sinking into him, and they’re both so lost in how good it feels. You don’t want to interrupt, don’t want to make yourself too big a part of it for them. Art holds your hand while Patrick fucks him, slow and deep. He squeezes your hand, moans like a fucking pornstar. He doesn’t last long at all, makes a mess of cum on his stomach that smears everywhere as Patrick moves on top of him, fucking into him until he finds his finish.

And then it’s you and Patrick spooning Art, all warm and cozy. No cuck chair in sight <3

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Worth it

Hook x (Shibata’s sister) Reader

Y/N's POV

I was beyond excited to be attending my first AEW show. As a huge wrestling fan, I had always dreamed of seeing my favorite wrestlers in action live. And now, thanks to my brother Katsuyori Shibata, I had the opportunity to experience it all backstage.

As I explored the area, I stumbled upon a familiar face - Hook. He was preparing for his match, his intense focus evident on his face. I watched him for a moment, admiring his dedication to his craft. Then, he looked up and caught my eye. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as he smiled and approached me.

"Hey, you must be new around here," he said, his charming smile putting me at ease. "I'm Hook."

"I'm Y/N," I replied, trying to sound calm. "Nice to meet you, Hook. I'm a huge fan of your work."

We struck up a conversation, bonding over our shared passion for wrestling. As we chatted, I found myself drawn to Hook's charming personality and sense of humor. We exchanged phone numbers, and our conversation continued via text as we went about our evening.

I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. We discussed everything from our favorite wrestlers to our favorite TV shows. I felt like I'd known him for years. He even said I could call him Tyler.

Hook's POV

I was getting ready for my match when I met Y/N backstage. She was smart, funny, and had a passion for wrestling that rivaled mine. We hit it off immediately.

As we texted each other throughout the night, I found myself grinning like a fool. I couldn't wait to see her again.

But then, Shibata approached me with a knowing glint in his eye. "Who's got you so distracted, Hook?" he asked.

I replied, "Just a new friend I met, Y/N."

Shibata's expression turned serious. "Y/N, you say? That's my little sister!"

My eyes widened in surprise. "I had no idea! I swear!"

Shibata chuckled. "Well, Hook, if you want to take my sister out on a date, you'll have to prove yourself worthy."

I nodded, ready to accept whatever challenge came my way.

"Alright, Hook," Shibata said with a smirk. "I dare you to sing 'I Will Survive' in front of the entire locker room... in a tutu. Matter of fact make it a pink one.”

My face turned bright red. "Deal."

With that I took a deep breath, I donned a bright pink tutu and belted out the disco classic. The locker room erupted in cheers and laughter, and Shibata grinned in approval.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” I heard Orange say.

"You've passed the test, Hook. Take my sister out on a date, and make it a night to remember! Just remember, if you hurt her I’ll come find you……have fun!”

Time skip

Hook's POV

"Hey, Y/N?" I said, turning to her with a grin. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Your brother made me do a dare to prove myself worthy of taking you out on a date," I admitted.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What did he make you do?"

I took a deep breath and confessed, "He made me sing 'I Will Survive' in a tutu in front of the entire locker room."

Y/N burst out laughing, her eyes shining with mirth. "Oh my god, that's amazing!"

I chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, it was pretty ridiculous. But it was worth it, just to see you smile like that."

Y/N's expression turned thoughtful, and she asked, "Was it really worth it, though? The embarrassment and all?"

I looked into her eyes, my heart beating faster. "It was worth every second of embarrassment, because I got to spend time with you. And that, Y/N, is truly worth it."

Y/N's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she leaned in close. "I think it's worth it too, Tyler."

@moniquelovesaewhook requested this and I hope filled ur request. I rlly enjoyed writing this story and I knew I had to put a funny bit in there. I do think I’m going to start writing for other people perhaps prlly start out with Nick Wayne(🤭) and I’ve got a whole list of people who I write for (it’s on my main Masterlist) if u have and request just send them my way- lots of love Tori🤍