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skyracha · 3 days ago

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500 Follower Part 1

Sex Education

[Bangchan/Maknae Line x Reader]

MDNI!!!!

Word Count: 6,554 😳

Not proofread

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend Bangchan decided his Maknae need a little lesson on intimacy… you say yes to helping him.

WARNINGS: Sex, unprotected P in V, F!Recieving and M!Reciving Oral, Rough Fingering, Nipple Play, Degradation AND Praising, Choking mentioned like one, Voyuerism and HEAVY Exhibitionism, Begging, Munch!Han, Male masturbation, Use of Pet names, i’m sure i forgot stuff im sorry

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"Hyung?”

Chan groaned, rolling his eyes as the youngest members of his group came running up to him, Seungmin, Felix, Han and Jeongin murmuring to each other with flushed faces.

"Can I help you?"

The older sighed, closing his phone as the four stopped in front of him. He was sat alone on the couch, everyone else doing their own thing and preparing for bed after a long day of practice and work. He wanted nothing more than to go up to his room, take a nice, warm shower and sleep the night away with you.

But his boys seemed to have other plans.

"We just wanted to know..." Jeongin started, looking over at Seungmin and fidgeting with his hands. "...How do you get a girl to sleep with you?"

"What."

"I mean," Seungmin piped up. "How do you get a girl to be willing to have sex with you? We're trying to figure out how to do it."

Chan blinked, unsure what to make of his bandmates words. Did they think he had some sort of secret knowledge that would give them the ability to bed any girl they wanted? That he was some sort of Casanova?

"What makes you think I have any idea?" He asked, leaning forward to place his phone on the table before them.

"Because you have a girlfriend." Jeongin huffed, clearly frustrated that the older man wasn't understanding what they wanted.

"And? You think all I do is have sex with her?"

"Well, yeah!" Han spoke up, gesturing to the door. "I walked in on you guys just last week fucking away on the couch like animals.”

Chan flushed red, recalling the time they had been caught and how quickly he had pushed you off his lap and pulled his pants back up, hiding the both of you from their curious gazes.

"You guys... You're young, okay? You don't have to worry about anything like that. Don't worry about things like sex until you're ready."

"We’re in our 20’s old man." Seungmin said, voice firm and resolute as he crossed his arms over his chest. The other maknae nodded in agreement, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they avoided the older's gaze. “We just want to know how. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Chan groaned, looking at his phone with a frown before looking back up at the group before him.

He couldn’t tell them everything he knew. They were still young and inexperienced, and the last thing he needed was them trying to put their hands all over you.

But he couldn't let them keep thinking that the only way to a girl's heart was through her vagina.

"I'm not gonna give you a full list, but I can give you some tips."

A few days later, Chan approached you with the idea. “Hi Channie, how was your day babe?” Your voiced cooed as he walked into the kitchen of the dorms.

You had a towel in your hands and were busy cleaning the mess the boys had left behind after a meal, humming to yourself as you moved around.

He didn’t respond at first, instead approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My day was fine, just thought of something interesting. Wanna help me teach the kids a lesson?"

"A lesson?" You asked, turning your head slightly to look up at him. He hummed, kissing your cheek before speaking again.

"Remember a few days ago, when the kids asked me how to get girls to have sex with them?"

"Yeah, they said you didn't give them any real answers, though."

"That's because I didn't want them trying to seduce my beautiful girlfriend." He purred, hands sliding up your shirt to feel your bare skin. You giggled, reaching back and placing your hands over his.

"I think that's a great idea." You hummed, feeling him squeeze your breasts. "I think we should have a bit of fun with it. I have this weird desire to take this entirely too far.”

"That can be arranged."

You had taken the rest of the night and the next morning to prepare yourself. You had told Chan that you were going to make the most of the situation and have a bit of fun. You all gathered in you and Chan’s bedroom that night and went over some ground rules and boundaries.

But it had taken Chan no time at all to have you pinned beneath him, both of you naked. His deep voice was purring in your ear as he hands began roaming your body. You could sense the four pairs of eyes watching you two, but the sensation of Chan’s hands was entirely pulling your focus.

He had begun slowly, fingers gently ghosting over the curve of your neck, then the top of your breasts. His hands cupped your chest, squeezing the flesh as he pressed his lips against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your hands lifted and grabbed his, and he watched you as you guided him to touch the soft buds on your chest. He didn't need much direction after that, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to pinch your nipples as he spoke to the four Maknae. “The key to having sex with a woman is finding what makes her tick. She has to feel good, she is your priority.”

You let out a soft moan, squirming beneath him as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You could hear the four men to your left breathing hard, and you wondered what kind of faces they were making. Were their cocks already tenting their pants, or were they trying their hardest to maintain composure?

Chan didn’t stop, his lips traveling across your shoulder and to the other side of your neck, pressing light kisses across your skin as his fingers continued toying with your nipples.

"When she feels good, she's more likely to want you to fuck her. It's better for the both of you if she's wet and excited. You know how to find her clit, right boys?"

They didn't respond, and Chan stopped moving. One of the little perks you and him thought up. If the Maknae didn’t behave, then he’d punish you. You both knew the guys would get off on the imagery of you coming undone over and over, so why not use it to make them behave?

"Answer me, kids."

"Yes hyung."

“Good. I’ll make you guys show me later.” All four boys audibly gulped at the realization.

Chan removed his hands from your breasts, sliding his fingers down to press against your already soaked core. Your breath hitched, and you bucked against him.

"If you wanna please a girl, make sure to find her clit. It'll make her come a lot faster and harder than if you just start putting your dick in."

His fingers pressed against you, rubbing at the bundle of nerves, sending chills up your spine. You whined, legs spreading further on instinct as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't forget about the rest of her body, though. Girls like to have their breasts and nipples played with."

You whimpered as he began grinding against you, his hard cock pressing against where you craved it most. You reached down between your bodies, hand gripping his hip tightly.

"And, when she's getting close, make sure to give her something to hold onto. Let her dig her nails into you, or have her grab the sheets. If you really wanna have fun, let her nails paint your back in scratches.”

He pulled away, leaving your body cold as his hands slipped under your thighs. He yanked you forward to turn you towards the four other men, causing you to fall back and brace yourself with your hands. You watched with wide eyes as he got comfortable on his knees, his hands gripping the back of your thighs tightly.

You felt a surge of embarrassment wash over you.

You were spread for the four of them, dripping wet and wanting, your boyfriend between your legs.

"Now, I want you to watch this." Chan instructed, leaning forward and latching his mouth onto your clit. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as he swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves.

He was always so good at this.

Chan's hands slid from the backs of your thighs, and up your sides. He didn't hesitate to grab handfuls of your ass, and squeezed hard enough for you to let out a whine.

"Fuck, babe go easy!" He did just the opposite. Something primal awoke in him, as it always does. He was gonna ruin you, and when he was done, the four men watching would do the same.

His grip tightened, and you were sure his hands would leave bruises. He sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around the little nub. Your hands came down to grip his hair, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his face.

The sounds of his tongue working your pussy were absolutely filthy, and the way he was groaning into you was making the coil in your stomach wind tighter.

You didn't care about the audience, or how lewd the situation was. Your sole focus was the man between your legs, and the pleasure he was giving you.

"C-Chan! I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum, baby." He hummed against you, and the vibrations sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and curling in on yourself.

You were panting, chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your senses.

"Now, did any of you see what I did?"

"You licked her pussy." Han blurted out, his face flushed and his hands shaking.

"Yeah, no shit. Did you notice anything else? Like, how I moved my hands, or where I put them?"

There was silence, and Chan let out an irritated huff.

He turned his head and looked over at the four Maknae, noticing their flushed faces and fidgeting hands. He was sure the four of them had hard-ons, and that they were aching to touch themselves.

But the thought of any of them being between your legs and eating you out?

Chan almost wanted to call off the whole thing.

Almost.

“Han get up.”

He stood, turning around and facing the four Maknae. He took a seat on the bed beside you, grabbing your arm and pulling you close. He kissed your temple, and whispered into your ear. “You’re gonna take a turn.”

Han slowly stood, trying to shift his weight to adjust the achingly hard cock pushing against his pants. The poor guy looked like he was gonna be sick, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you excited.

Chan was a bit nervous. You had agreed to this, but was he willing to actually share you? Was it worth seeing the four maknae come undone?

Chan decided it was.

"You're gonna do exactly what I did, okay?"

"What if I fuck up?"

"I'll show you what to do, idiot." Bad cop.

“You’re gonna do great honey, I’ll help you.” Good cop.

Just another little perk you and Chan had decided on adding. Who doesn’t like getting degraded or praised?

Han kneeled between your legs, his eyes looking down at the mess between your thighs. You could tell he was nervous, and his shaking hands did little to reassure you that he could handle himself.

"Hands." Chan barked, and Han quickly placed his hands on the backs of your thighs. Chan reached over and gripped his wrists, moving his hands closer and forcing him to squeeze the supple flesh.

"Make sure you can reach everything."

Han gulped, nodding his head.

"What if I do a bad job?"

"If it doesn't feel good, she'll tell you."

He nodded, his grip tightening and making you shiver. He leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your exposed pussy.

"Start with little licks, work up to the big stuff.”

“Wait!” It came out breathy, but all five guys looked at you. “You four feel so covered…please, don’t make me and Chan look so exposed.”

Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix and Han all shared a panicked look. It was true, you and Chan were completely void of clothes and the four of them were still fully dressed.

“Don’t want you to get messy now do we?” You cooed as you ran a hand through Han’s hair, him still kneeling between your legs, almost frozen.

One by one, they all got undressed.

Their hard cocks all bobbed and swayed with their movements, and the sight of their naked bodies sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

This was the best decision ever.

Han took a deep breath before he leaned forward, his tongue pressing lightly against your core.

You moaned softly, encouraging him.

Han seemed to get a bit more confident, his grip on the backs of your thighs tightening as he continued to lap at your pussy.

He wasn't very good.

His licks were a little too soft, his tongue moving in slow, wide motions. You let out a fustrated groan and Chan knew exactly what that meant. He fisted the hair at the back of Han’s head and guided his head deeper into you. Han’s nose pressed against your clit and you let out a loud moan at the sensation. “Get in there, don’t be gentle.”

You could tell Han was panicking. The younger was squirming against the harsh grip Chan had on his hair. His hands slid further up your thighs and grabbed a hold of your ass, squeezing roughly.

It was almost cute.

Chan didn't loosen his grip, though. If anything, he just held Han tighter.

"Make sure you pay attention, boys. When she's squirming, you know you're doing a good job."

You whimpered and rolled your hips, feeling his nose bump against your clit again. His grip on your ass was getting tighter, and the way his tongue was moving was making you see stars.

"Han, baby, you're doing so good."

Chan growled, his free hand moving up to grip your hip.

You could sense the tension coming from the older man.

Was he getting possessive?

You couldn't deny the thrill that sent up your spine.

"She's getting close." Chan growled, his grip tightening on the both of you. "If she tells you to stop, listen. She'll need a minute."

Han's pace sped up, and Chan released his hold on the younger, his hands going back to gripping the sheets.

You whimpered, squirming under his touch. You could feel the coil in your belly winding tighter, ready to snap.

"Han! I'm so close!"

Your orgasm hit you hard, and Han was quick to pull away. His chin was glistening, and he had a smug look on his face.

Chan’s breathing was tight as Han spoke. “I wanna do that again.”

Chan didn’t waste a moment. He reached out and grabbed the younger by the neck, pulling him close. He leaned forward, growling in his ear.

"You wanna taste her again? You think you can handle it?"

Han nodded his head, swallowing thickly. Chan hummed, letting go of his neck and moving to lay on his side.

"Good. Felix, come here."

The younger was quick to stand, walking around the bed and settling between your legs.

"You're gonna learn how to do this right, okay?"

Chan leaned up and placed his hand on the back of the youngest's head. He leaned forward, forcing the maknae's head down between your legs.

Felix's lips and tongue were a bit rough, and his technique wasn't the best, but he was eager to please. He would lick and suck at your clit, only stopping every once and awhile to take a breath.

"She likes her clit played with, not sucked on." Chan hissed, moving his hands to your hips. Felix pulled back and you whined, rolling your hips.

"Sorry, hyung."

"That's okay, sweetheart. You're learning. Here, let's try something." You sat up a bit and signaled to Chan.

Chan gently pushed him back and slid between your legs.

"Watch."

He didn't waste a moment, latching his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a high pitched squeal, squirming and grabbing his hair.

"You're a fucking tease, Channie." You breathed, grinding your hips against his face.

He didn't say anything, instead sliding his tongue down and pushing it inside of you.

"Fuck!"

Your back arched, and Chan pulled his mouth away from you. He looked at Felix and the maknae nodded.

"Don't suck, play with it with your tongue. Make sure to get her dripping wet, then push your tongue inside. And move your head with her, or you'll hurt her."

Felix nodded, his hands grabbing your thighs. He was eager to start again, and leaned forward. His tongue pressed against your clit, and he started moving his head like Chan told him to.

"Felix... baby, that's so good."

His tongue was a lot gentler than Chan's. His licks were shorter, quicker, but it was making you feel good as hell.

He wasn't hesitant about it, and the fact that he was doing what Chan said was a major turn on. You had always loved a man who followed orders.

You could feel his nails digging into your skin as he continued lapping at your clit. The pressure was building in your core, and you knew that you were going to come hard.

"I'm gonna come, baby."

"Good." Felix's voice was low and muffled against you.

You let out a loud moan, your body arching off the bed. Felix's tongue kept moving, even when your body went slack.

You were panting, and you could hear the others talking.

"That was really good."

"You think?"

"Yeah! It was really hot."

You rolled over, pressing your face into Chan's chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling against him.

"Chan... I need a break."

"Okay. We're taking a break."

The two of you got comfortable, laying down next to each other. Your head was resting on his chest, his arm around your waist and his thumb rubbing small circles into your side.

"What about us?" Seungmin spoke up, looking at the two of you with a pout.

“C’mere.” You sat up and gestured Seungmin to stand in front of you as you laid on your stomach, his cock in your face.

Your boyfriend had a firm grip on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Seungmin was hesitant, his hands shaky as he placed them on your head.

You opened your mouth, looking up at the boy.

Seungmin was the biggest of the four Maknae, but his size wasn’t gonna scare you off.

"I'm gonna suck you off, okay?"

Seungmin's breath hitched, his grip on your hair tightening.

"O-Okay."

"Tell me when to stop."

You took him into your mouth, your hands grabbing the backs of his thighs.

Seungmin whimpered, his grip tightening on your head. He was careful not to push you, though, and the fact that he was letting you lead the pace was a huge turn on.

You could feel Chan's hands slide up your back, his fingers brushing against your spine.

"Keep going." He whispered, and you moaned, closing your eyes and sucking Seungmin's cock.

The taller let out a loud moan, his hand grabbing your head. His hips began bucking forward, and his cock slid deeper down your throat.

"F-fuck, you feel so good."

Chan's hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back a bit. "Slow down."

"But she feels so good."

Chan hummed, leaning forward and kissing your neck. His hands moved up and cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

You moaned, and Seungmin let out a loud groan.

"I-I'm close."

"Good." Chan purred, his hands sliding back down to your hips. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, his cock rubbing against you.

You whimpered, rolling your hips. You could feel his cock slipping between your legs, his shaft rubbing against your pussy.

Seungmin's grip on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing in your mouth. You sucked hard, swirling your tongue around the tip.

"Gonna cum."

"Do it, baby." You purred, looking up at him through your lashes.

Seungmin's cock twitched and he let out a loud moan. His hot cum spilled into your mouth and you swallowed, moaning at the taste. "Fuck, that's so hot,” he mumbled.

You pulled back, wiping the back of your mouth with the back of your hand. "How was that?"

"That was amazing."

You smiled, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

"You guys wanna get back to it?"

They nodded eagerly, and you giggled, leaning forward and kissing Chan deeply. He hummed, his hand reaching up and cupping your cheek.

"I love you." You said against his lips.

"I love you, too." He smiled back.

You were the first to get into position, laying down on the bed and spreading your legs. Chan spoke up, “The next thing I’m gonna show you is how to fuck her with your fingers. You gotta be careful, you do it wrong and she gets hurt.”

Seungmin was the first to step forward, his face flushed as he got between your legs.

He was shaking slightly, his fingers twitching as he brought them closer to you.

Chan moved behind him, placing his hands on top of Seungmin's.

"Start with one finger. If she says it's too much, add a little bit of spit and try again. You're gonna wanna curve them upwards, and move them in and out."

Seungmin nodded, his finger pressing against your entrance. You let out a soft whine, biting your lip as his finger pushed inside.

"Now move it in and out, slowly. Like I said, if she says stop, stop."

"O-okay."

Seungmin moved his finger in and out slowly, his gaze focused on your pussy.

You whimpered, rocking your hips.

"Seungmin, that feels really good."

"Does it?"

"Yes, baby."

"That's good. You're doing a good job, Minnie." Chan hummed, moving his hand to his shoulder. "Now add another finger."

Seungmin nodded, pulling his finger out and adding another. He pushed them both inside slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Good. Now move them."

Seungmin's fingers began moving, the feeling of him fucking you with his fingers was making you dizzy.

"She likes it when you curl your fingers a bit. That spot is a girl's best friend."

"Curl?"

"Yeah, like this."

Chan's fingers curled up , demonstrating the motion and the younger's eyes went wide. He mimicked the motion, curling his fingers and brushing against your g-spot.

"F-Fuck! There!"

"There?"

"Yes, fuck, keep doing that."

You reached down and began rubbing your clit, moaning loudly as the pleasure was starting to overwhelm you.

Seungmin continued fucking you with his fingers, his pace speeding up. Your moans were getting louder, and your grip on the sheets was tight. You could sense the more Seungmin got comfortable, the more he got into it.

"Minnie, I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead. Cum."

Your orgasm hit hard, and you cried out. Your entire body was shaking, and you were gripping the sheets tightly.

"That was so good." You breathed, looking up at him.

Seungmin beamed, pulling his fingers out and then tapped your chin with his other hand. “Open up.” You obeyed and he shoved his fingers in your mouth as you sucked them clean of any trace of you.

"Fuck." Jeongin mumbled, his cock twitching.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Han asked as Seungmin began to go back to sitting down.

“I saw it in a porno once.” He shrugged.

"Don't worry, Innie. You're next."

"Wait." Jeongin spoke up, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting away from the scene before him. "I don't know if I can do this."

Chan and you shared a look, before Chan responded.

"Why not? Do you not want to?"

"I just, I'm scared. What if I hurt her?"

"Then she'll tell you. If she doesn't feel good, she won't be shy about letting you know."

"But what if I do something wrong?"

"I'll guide you. Come here."

Jeongin hesitated for a moment before walking towards the two of you. Chan guided him, pulling him closer and placing his hand between your legs.

"She's still a bit wet. That's a good thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. It means she's turned on. It's a good thing." Chan gently pushed two of Jeongin's fingers inside, and the younger let out a soft gasp.

"She's warm."

"It feels really good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Chan began guiding his fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

"This is how you fuck a girl. Slow, deep thrusts."

"Okay."

"And don't forget, make sure to hit her g-spot."

"G-spot?"

"Yeah. It's a super sensitive area. Curve your fingers, like this."

Chan guided his fingers, showing the youngest how to curl them. He brushed against your g-spot, and you let out a loud moan.

"Found it!” He looked to Chan, shocked and semi-proud of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Jeongin's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming faster.

"She likes it when you're rough. She's not made of glass, Innie. Go as hard as you want, but make sure to give her a second to breathe."

"Yes, hyung."

His pace sped up, his thrusts getting rougher.

"I'm close, Innie." You gasped, grinding your hips against his fingers.

"Come for me." He said in a breath, his thrusts becoming harder.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and you threw your head back. Jeongin's pace didn't slow, his thrusts growing more aggressive.

"Innie, fuck." He pulled his fingers out and moaned as he licked them clean.

"You're doing so well, baby." Chan hummed, kissing the your cheek.

"Now, I wanna watch you finger her." Jeongin spoke up, shy despite what he just did.

Chan and Jeongin switched places, Chan’s fingers pressed against your entrance, pushing inside and curling immediately.

You whimpered, grinding against his fingers. Chan’s pace was fast and rough, and it was making your head spin.

"She likes it rough. She loves it when you fuck her hard."

Jeongin nodded, his hand wrapped around his cock. His hand moved up and down his length, and his breathing was ragged.

"Channie." You whined, rolling your hips against his fingers.

"Come on, baby. Come for me."

You let out a loud moan, grinding your hips against his hand as you came.

"Fuck." Chan purred, pulling his fingers out.

"You wanna taste her?" He signaled to Felix.

"Y-Yeah."

Chan brought his fingers to the younger's lips, and Felix eagerly licked them clean.

"God, she tastes so good."

"You can have more later.” Chan hummed, standing up and moving over to the youngest.

“What’s next?” Han said, his hand lazily stroking his cock, the head red and angry.

“You’re gonna fuck her.”

The two of you shared a look and you smirked, laying back down and spreading your legs.

Chan helped the boy line himself up, the head pressing against your entrance.

"Take it slow, okay?"

Han nodded, pushing his cock inside slowly. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slid inside.

"F-Fuck." He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Good?"

"So good."

"Don't be afraid to fuck her. She can take it."

Han didn't hesitate. His pace was quick, and he was hitting all the right spots.

"God, you're so fucking tight."

"Han...you're doing such a good job."

Chan was still beside the two of you, his eyes dark and his expression hungry. “Baby-“ You reached your hand out to him and grabbed ahold of his cock. Your hand made work of your boyfriend while Han fucked into you at a delicious pace.

"She feels so good."

Chan chuckled, his cock throbbing in your hand. "I know she does."

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come on, baby. Cum for me."

Han's thrusts became harder, his nails digging into your hips. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his breathing was erratic.

"C-Can I come inside?"

"Yeah, baby. Come for me."

Han's cock pulsed, his hot seed shooting deep inside you.

"God, that was good." He panted, pulling his cock out.

"You think?"

"Yeah." He laughed, ”I really wanna eat her out again.”

Chan's gaze darkened and he growled, "It’s my turn to show you how it’s done first.”

Chan's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down the bed. He stood between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Always, Channie."

Chan hummed, and pushed himself inside. You gasped, your hands flying to his arms.

"Fuck, Channie."

Chan began pounding into you, his pace rough and brutal.

"Look at you. Taking me so well. You're such a good girl." His chest was pressed against yours, his words of praise tickling your ear.

His hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently.

"You're mine."

"All yours."

"That's right. Mine."

Chan's hand squeezed tighter and his thrusts got harder. You were quickly becoming a whining mess.

"You're not gonna last long, are you?"

"N-no."

"That's okay. You can come whenever you want."

"W-What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. Just come."

You let out a loud cry, your orgasm hitting you hard. You clenched hard around his dick, and he visibly jolted at the feeling of you gripping him.

"Such a good girl. I'm almost there."

"Come for me, Channie."

"I'm so close."

"Please, baby."

Chan's cock pulsed and he let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he came.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, his forehead resting against yours.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

You hummed, turning your head to look at the boys. They were all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

"Did you guys enjoy that?"

"It was awesome." Felix looked like he was about to combust.

"You looked amazing." Seungmin cooed as he began approaching the bed.

"I didn't know you could be so dirty, hyung." Jeongin ran a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes over your body.

You chuckled, turning back to face your boyfriend. He kissed your cheek and pulled out, laying beside you.

"I'm not sure I could get hard again for a while, baby. Give the boys some attention.”

"Okay." You sat up and grabbed Jeongin's wrist. "I want you."

Jeongin didn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and pushing himself inside.

"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby."

"So do you."

Jeongin's hips were sharp and quick, his pace fast.

"I'm not gonna last long."

"It's okay sweetheart, just keep going-Fuck!”

Chan's voice filled the room.

"Wait a second." Jeongin slowed his motions as Chan grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your clit. “If you know you aren’t gonna last long enough for her to finish, help her get there faster. Play with her clit.”

Jeongin nodded and his thumb started rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. Your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the bed, the feeling of both sensations beautifully overwhelming.

"I'm close. So close."

"Me too."

You felt another hand join the one between your legs. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing Seungmin kneeling beside you. His cock was in his hand, his strokes quick and erratic.

"C-cum with me, sweetheart." You placed your hand on Jeongin’s arm. "I'm close, just keep going."

"Fuck, me too." You could feel his thrusts becoming harder, his breathing ragged. His pace was brutal, and his grip on your thigh was painful.

"Seungmin."

"Yeah, baby."

"Kiss me."

"As you wish."

Seungmin leaned forward and his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and messy, and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, your orgasm quickly getting ready to snap.

"Gonna cum." Your orgasm hit hard, and your whole body shook. Jeongin's cock pulsed, and his hot seed spilled inside you.

"Shit." He pulled out, and collapsed beside you.

Seungmin didn't stop kissing you, his grip tightening on your waist as you sat up. “I wanna ride you. Sit against the headboard.”

Seungmin nodded, sitting up and positioning himself. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head between your folds and you both groaned.

"She feels so good hyung." Seungmin looked to Chan.

"Fuck me, Seungmin." Seungmin's hands rested on your hips and he slowly pushed himself inside. Seungmin began rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long."

"What?”

"You were with him." He gestured towards Chan.

“You were having fantasies about my girlfriend?”

Seungmin nodded, biting his lip.

"I was jealous. I wanted you."

"And now you have her, but one night only. She’s mine, don’t forget that.”

"Yes, yes I do."

His pace picked up, his hips slapping against yours. You could feel his cock hitting deep inside you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"You're so tight. Fuck."

"You're so big."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna come."

"Do it."

"Fuck." Seungmin's thrusts got faster, and his grip tightened. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his eyes fluttered shut. He cried out, his orgasm hitting hard.

"Oh my god." You cried out, collapsing against Seungmin as he rode out his own orgasm.

“Okay, she needs a break.” Chan helped you off Seungmin’s lap, but you interrupted him.

“Han, come here, please. Want you- to eat me out again.” Your words came out in pants, but Han looked more than eager to oblige.

You laid back on the bed, and Han crawled between your legs, his tongue running over your sensitive flesh.

You whimpered, the sensation bordering on overstimulation. Chan noticed your discomfort and he reached his hand down to rub slow circles on your hip, the feeling helping ground you. “Are you sure baby? You can stop at any time.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You let out a moan and then signaled to Felix. As he came over, you turned your head to take him into your mouth.

While you were focused on Felix, Chan spoke up.

"Han, you gotta be gentle. If she says stop, you need to listen. Do not push her."

Han nodded, his tongue continuing to explore your pussy. He was gentle, his tongue gliding over your clit.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned around Felix's cock, your hand wrapping around the base. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

"She's amazing." Felix groaned.

"I know. And she's all mine."

You whimpered, feeling another orgasm building up. Your hips rocked against Han's mouth, and he seemed to notice, his movements speeding up. "Gonna cum." You moaned, grinding against his mouth.

"Come for me."

"Yes!" You cried out, your orgasm hitting hard. Your hips bucked wildly, and your back arched. Han lapped at your cunt, cleaning you up before pulling away and licking his lips.

"That was the best meal I've ever had. I could do that all day.” Han stepped away as you continued to suck Felix’s cock.

“Stop- wanna fuck you.” He groaned.

Felix pulled out and then quickly lined his cock up with your entrance, slamming into you.

"Fuck." You gasped, your hands gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

Felix's thrusts were hard and fast, and his grip on your thighs was almost painful.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." His hand shot down to your clit to help you along as Chan said earlier. Always following instructions.

"Come for me, Felix."

Felix's cock twitched, and he cried out, his cock pulsing and his hot seed spilling inside.

You let out a soft groan, and he pulled out, falling to the side and catching his breath. Each of the Maknae looked entirely spent, dicks limp and eyes closed.

"I wanna see her get fucked by Changbin." Felix looked at Chan, and the eldest nodded.

"Changbin? Why?” Chan questioned as he moved towards you.

"He's the biggest. I wanna see her stretched around his cock." Felix was dazed on the bed next to you.

Chan's gaze shifted to you, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Oh? Is he now?”

"Mhm." Felix nodded, biting his lip.

"Is that what you want, baby? You wanna be stretched around his cock?"

"I wanna be stretched around yours baby.” You could tell Chan’s possessive side was coming out.

"Good answer.”

Chan made his way over and settled between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

Chan slowly slid inside, and you moaned, your back arching off the bed.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I love you.” Chan’s thumbs were rubbing circles against your hips.

“You fit so good, I love you too. Fuck!”

His pace was quick and rough, his cock hitting deep.

"I love you so much." Chan leaned down and looped his arms under your back, holding you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck.

"I love you, too." Tears were lining your eyes as sheer pleasure flooded your system, the overstimulation starting to hit you.

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck." He growled, his cock throbbing.

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come for me, baby."

"Chan..." Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you were barely able to breathe.

"That's it. Come for me."

You let out a strangled moan, and you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

"Good girl. Such a good girl."

"Come for me, Chan. Come inside, please." Chan's grip tightened, and he groaned, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck." You both stilled, your breathing ragged.

Chan slowly pulled out, his forehead resting against yours.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"Sore, but I'm good. I'm happy."

"Me too. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Chan helped you stand, and he held you tightly.

"Alright boys, we need to get cleaned up. We have practice tomorrow and a few of you have vocal lessons and a photoshoot."

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Alright. Go shower, we'll clean up the room." Han offered with a lazy smile.

"We?" Felix whined, sitting up.

"Yes, we. Come on." Seungmin said, slapping Felix on the shoulder.

"Thanks, guys." Chan grabbed your clothes and carried them into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

You smiled and joined him, letting the hot water wash away the sticky evidence of your activities.

The boys did an excellent job at cleaning the bedroom. It was spotless, and it smelled clean.

You and Chan were in his room, him snuggled against you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I think we need to have them all over for dinner. Or a movie. Something." You said softly.

"I'll ask if they want to. Why?" Chan was running his hands through your hair gently.

“I feel like I owe them a thank you." You couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Yeah, they would probably like that. I'll talk to the manager tomorrow and see when they have open schedules."

"Thank you, baby."

"No problem, love." Chan kissed your cheek and snuggled closer.

"Hey, Chan."

"Yeah?"

"What was all that about earlier? About not touching me because I'm yours?"

"I was just playing, baby. You know I'm not really like that, right?"

"Of course. It was really hot, though."

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz smut #bang chan fanfic #bang chan #felix yongbok #han jisung #seungmin #i.n skz #jeongin

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archangeldyke-all · 9 hours ago

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Papa me want more movie (paramedic sevika) 😞

okay baby here comes the airplane vrooom

men and minors dni

sevika is very protective of her ambulance.

unless you're her patient and she's in the back to treat you, sevika's usually the one driving the rig to the hospital.

it's her baby. when she's not working, silco's the other paramedic driving it. the two of them are precious about the truck, like it's a living creature. they text each other updates during their shifts; if they filled it with gas, when the last stock up was, if the brakes have been sounding squeaky, stuff like that. like it's their baby they're co-parenting, or something.

before she met you, her phone lock screen was just a picture of the ambulance under a sunset. she's such a dork.

so you know sevika's lost her mind when she shows up to pick you up from work in the ambulance.

"sevika. what the fuck." you laugh as she leads you to the giant red truck. she giggles and shrugs.

"gotta take the old gal in to get her oil changed, figured i'd treat my girl to a spin around the block."

"and i'm i the old gal or the girl, in this situation?" you ask. sevika grins and pops open the passenger's side door for you.

it's surprisingly boring in the front seat. granted you've only ever ridden in the back under the influence of pain and drugs but you expected something a little more high tech than this.

"not even a gps?" you ask as sevika jumps in beside you, starting the rig up with a loud sputter from the engine. she snorts.

"what do i need a gps for? i've got the city streets memorized up here." she taps her forehead. "seatbelt." she demands.

god, she's sexy. that big brain of hers-- memorizing every street. you dart out of the passenger seat, ignoring sevika's squawks of protest to press a kiss to her cheek.

that shuts her up pretty quick. she's smiling all shy when you sit back down in your seat and pull on your seatbelt. you giggle, and she shoots you a glare.

"no funny buisness." she grunts. you giggle.

"then why's there a bed in the back?" you tease. sevika glares at you again.

"it's called a gurney, and silco will kill me if i'm late gettin' the rig to the shop."

"doesn't the department send you a replacement rig while yours is getting fixed?" you ask. she nods.

"yeah, but it's hard to find a truck as driveable and reliable as vivian."

"vivian!?" you cackle. "she's got a name?!"

"it was the sexiest name me and silco could come up with." sevika chuckles. "ran wanted it to be 'ruby' but that was way too obvious."

"you think the truck's sexy!?" you cackle. sevika glares at you again.

"baby. you better watch your tone. this is my rig you're talking about. she's been in my life much longer than you."

"oh my god, i can't believe i'm jealous of a truck right now."

"you don't need to be jealous, i'm not fucking the truck."

"you called it sexy!"

"when a vehicle this big can go from twenty to ninety miles an hour in ten seconds, stop on a dime, and carry as much life saving medicine as vivian does-- that's sexy!"

"you hit ninety?!" you screech. sevika cringes, knowing she's in the dog house now. you absolutely despise hearing about how she drives in this truck.

"no-- just-- hypothetically." she mutters, her eyes suspiciously glued to the road. you chuckle and reach over the center console-- where your favorite iced beverage is waiting for you beside sevika's pina colada slushie-- and grab her hand.

"vivian's... beautiful." you try, not sure what a proper compliment for a truck is. "she's a great ambulance. she drove you into my life. she's given me several rides to the hospital. she's protected you every day you work. i'm glad you have her in your life."

sevika smiles sweetly and drags your knuckles to her lips, kissing your hand sweetly. the action makes you feel all fuzzy and warm.

it's quiet for several moments as sevika eases to a stop at a red light, but when she's still she finally turns to study you. "what're you thinking about?"

"i don't think i've ever gone ninety before." you admit.

something about the lack of judgement in your voice has sevika cocking a curious eyebrow at you.

"do you... wanna feel it?" she asks with a mischevious smile.

you gulp. if there's one person in your life you trust to drive a truck going that fucking fast you suppose it's sevika.

sevika's smile is only growing as she watches your nervous excitement.

"we are running late to the rig shop. had to stop for our drinks before hand... we could flick the sirens on... get there on time?" sevika offers, goading you.

you groan and shake your head in shame. "uuugh. okay, fine, but--"

you're cut off by sevika blaring on the horn and flicking on the loud sirens. in front of you, cars merge to make a path for her, and before you can even find something to hold onto sevika's slamming on the gas and taking off.

you squeal. sevika giggles. she's got a bit of a show off smile, but mostly she's focused. on the dashboard, on the road, on the oncoming traffic-- making sure everyone's stopped for her, swerving around assholes who aren't. you realize that if sevika hadn't become a paramedic she could've found a lucrative career in formula 1 racing.

"this is only fifty, drama queen." sevika laughs. you flip her off from the passenger's seat. she hits a turn and you squeal-- and then she's on the freeway, and the city is speeding past you.

"we're so fast!" you giggle. sevika grins.

"soak it up babe, next exit is ours." she laughs.

for just one moment you let go of your fear and let yourself feel exhilarated. sevika's a loon, and she's the love of your life, and you're giggling like a dizzy kid as she speeds down the exit ramp.

"oh, shit!" you gasp as sevika comes to a hard, fast stop at the bottom of the hill, the tires squealing as you somehow manage to stop for the red light.

sevika flicks the sirens off, turns on her turn signal, then turns to grin at you. you cackle.

"you're insane. you do that all the fucking time, don't you?" you ask. she giggles and shrugs.

"i get paid like shit to get shat on all day, i gotta find my perks somewhere. vivian's pretty fuckin' cool, huh?"

you cackle and nod. "she's fucking awesome." you say, admiring sevika's proud little smile. but you're not talking about the truck at all.

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pheastinyworld · 2 days ago

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winning gold ❀•°•───────•

request: what do gabe and his gf do to celebrate after world juniors 😘

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none i think, get's the TINIEST bit suggestive at the end?

author's note: "em, thank you for the photo to the right + helping phe with writing details" we again say to @perre4ult . also, nonnie, im so sorry but it took a kinda different turn in terms of "celebrating" cause i really didn't want to repeat the new years piece, there's more fluff at the start to make up for it.

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you had just gone out to grab something to eat with liliane, wanting to give gabe space to have his pre-game nap. letting the time get away, you realized it was time to get back and get ready for the game. the game. the final against finland.

you were about to head over to ryan’s girlfriend’s room, having plans to get ready with her and some of the other girls, but you remembered that you had left your makeup bag in gabe’s room. he had insisted on keeping it with his luggage because you couldn’t fit it in your suitcase. but you had forgotten to take it back before leaving, despite mentally reminding yourself several times.

standing outside the hotel room, feeling guilty and wondering if you should just ask to borrow somebody else’s makeup products, you dug out the spare key gabe had given you from your bag.

sighing, you unlocked the door and pushed your way in, trying to be as quiet as possible. gabe was sharing a room with both ryan and james, so you knew that making any noise would not only disturb your boyfriend but two of gabe’s teammates. and you definitely did not want them playing poorly because of you.

you had to hold your hand over your mouth just not to laugh when your eyes were met with the three boston college linemates, all of their beds pushed together, mouths open, faces buried into their pillows.

after you quickly pulled out your phone to snap a silent picture of them, you moved swiftly to one of gabe’s duffle bags, which, just your luck, had to be right at the edge of his bed. you made light steps towards the bag and kneeled down.

the zip made a loud noise when you pulled it and you scrunched up your face, peeking up to cheek if they were all still asleep. to your relief, all three of them were cold out. once you finally found your makeup bag after searching through stacks of gabe’s clothes, you closed the zipper again.

you quickly peered back up to get one last look at your boyfriend before you’d see him on the ice, but your heart absolutely drops. you're met with his smile facing you, eyes wide open, grinning when you slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at how close he suddenly was and definitely not expecting him to be awake.

“fuck, gabe, you scared the shit out of me.” your hand moved down to your chest as if you were gripping at your racing heart, trying to calm it down.

gabe chuckled, pulling his hand out from under the comforter to brush some of the hair out of your face. you shuffled closer to the edge of the bed on your knees. he’d obviously moved there while you were busy searching for your stuff.

“sorry.” he whispered, taking a look behind him to see his teammates still fast asleep and turning back to look at you.

you tilted your face to the side until it lined up with his, which was still resting on the pillow, his cheeks warm and rosy from sleep, his scruffed-up hair making him look even more boyish than usual. you felt like your heart was slowing, easing its fast paced beating just at the sight of him; his face full of love that made you feel all giddy inside.

“had to get my stuff, sorry for interrupting your cuddling sesh.” you whispered, trying not to laugh and wake the other two boys up.

“don’t get jealous on me baby, you know you’re my favorite cuddle buddy.” gabe replied, his voice low to stay quiet, and raspy from sleep.

you rolled your eyes before running your finger against his cheek and his eyes gently shut in response. you leaned down to place a fleeting kiss onto his lips. “good luck today. i’ll be so proud of you whatever happens, just so you know,” you mumbled against him before pulling away.

gabe smiled softly, a low hum escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered open, then slowly blinked shut again. you loved when you caught him like this. that sort of of sleepy state where his voice ran deep and he blinked slowly in that kind of lazy, content way that made it clear he was already slipping back toward sleep.

you heard him whisper a “thank you,” eyes already shut. you placed another kiss onto his cheek before getting up again, tip-toeing your way out of the hotel room and shutting the door as lightly as possible.

after getting ready and hanging out with some of the girls, you all made your way to the lobby where you met up with gabe’s family before heading to the arena.

from the moment you stepped inside, the energy was electric. before the game had even started, the noise was louder than you had ever heard for a hockey game. the chants, the excitement and fire temper that people omitted during a gold medal game.

looking around, your stomach twisted slightly. you loved going to all of gabe’s hockey games, but you seriously hated how nervous you would get. being at a stadium with so much weight on one game was a type of anxiety that you both loved and hated.

you spotted signs mocking ryan’s nose; ryan’s girlfriend scowled, her nose scrunching up as you rolled your eyes. some fans had drawn cartoons of him, making him look ridiculous, and people were yelling things like “let’s go finland, let’s go!” louder than you thought was possible. you knew how fierce the usa-canada rivalry is; you had seen it first hand when usa versed canada. you realized fast that almost no one was on team usa’s side, apart from the handful of fans who crossed the border.

by the time the first period started, the stadium was filled with boos. the whole arena felt stacked against them, and you begin to tug on your scarf. the game was back and forth, every second felt like your heart was being pulled in opposite directions; at moments it was dropping and at others it was pounding excitedly. finland got the first goal in, but james scrambled to get the puck into the goal minutes later.

second period and two goals for both teams. you were literally sweating through your jersey.

“oh darling, you look like you’re going to pass out.” gabe’s mom rubbed your back, chuckling at you but you could tell she was keeping her own nerves at bay, probably used to the stress. “do you want some water? i brought spares.”

you still couldn't believe how welcoming gabe’s entire family was to you. you would have totally understood if they were closed off and sceptical; a hockey family wanting to protect their youngest boy. but they were instantly so nice, even laughing at you when you asked if they would rather you sit with some other girlfriends and not in the family section with them.

“yes please, thank you.” you responded politely.

when overtime hit, you thought you might actually pass out from nerves. zeev had a chance off gabe’s pass, for half a second you thought it was over, the gold was theirs, but no goal happened.

“they're playing well. he's doing good.” gabe’s dad said to no one in particular, more to himself than enyone.

and then it happened.

about ten minutes into overtime, ryan got the puck on his stick. you barely remember breathing. it was all a blur: the quick pass to teddy, the breakaway, the way the puck slammed into the back of the net.

“OH MY GOD!” you remember liliane screamed in your ear all hugh pitched, grasping at your arm when everyone bounced onto their feet.

the noise was deafening, usa fans screaming, the boys were leaping over the boards, gloves flying, helmets tossed. you were hugging anyone in sight, family members who were just as overwhelmed and giddy as you.

when the medals came out, you couldn’t stop smiling that the tops of your cheeks were aching. after ryan ran to the team with the trophy, gabe managed to get a hold of it first and skated around, holding it up proudly.

there he was; your boy, sweaty, hair damp, smiling wide and with a gold medal shining around his neck.

“i told you already, i can see your eyeballs forming into gabe shaped eyes, its worse than before.” liliane giggled at you, swatting your arm playfully with her spare hand, the other holding up her phone to record her baby brother.

you all knew that leaving the arena was going to be something else; you were decked out head-to-toe in red, white, and blue. there was sure to be angry finnish and canadian fans filling the halls, so family members slowly made their way out. you would be waiting even longer than after most games for sure, so there was no rush.

you took an uber back with gabe’s family to meet up with everyone in the hotel lobby, waiting excitedly for the team to arrive. his mom kept checking for gabe's updates on how close the team bus was and his dad and brothers were quickly getting drinks from the bar, already preparing to celebrate.

absolutely exhausted from the sheer excitement and energy, you and liliane sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against each other as you both shared videos you had just captured.

but the second the boys walked in? the whole place erupted. clapping, cheering, people whistling and yelling their names. it was absolute chaos as the boys shouted and cheered, jumping up and down with the lingering adrenaline. both you and liliane jumped to your feet, laughing as everyone cheered.

you spotted gabe right away, still wearing his jersey, medal swinging on his chest, and that goofy grin that made your heart melt every time. all the boys rushed toward their families and gabe was engulfed by a warm hug from his parents once he made his way over, his siblings giving him bear hugs each. you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, pulling you into him, his arms tight around your waist.

you leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “your neck is all sticky. did they dump champagne on you or something?”

he laughed, the sound warm and a little tired, his cheeks still pink. you seriously loved how his cheeks went pink at absolutely anything; actually you were a bit jealous he had a natural blush and you didn't. “maybe a little,” he said leaning in like he was about to nuzzle you anyway.

you’re boyfriend had just won gold; he was grinning like a kid, breathless and gripping your sides just to ground the giddy feeling that hadn't left his chest since lifting up the trophy.

you just smiled back at him and wiped at the damp spot on his neck with your sleeve. “do you know how proud i am of you?”

gabe grinned, leaning down to peck your cheek before whispering into your ear, “yeah, but it couldn’t hurt to show me later.” now your cheeks were flushing red and gabe chuckled, kissing your other cheek before continuing, “we can slip away later.”

#gabe perreault x reader #gabe perreault #gabe perreault fic #nhl x reader #hockey x reader #gabe perreault imagine #boston college #boston college hockey #boston college imagine #gabe pereault hockey

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iyoonjh · 3 days ago

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Beyond Plus Ultra! – The anatomy of falling in love

Chapter 19: Dude we're getting the band back together!

wc: 4144 words

The morning started soft.

Y/N’s nose was tucked into Soobin’s collarbone, and his fingers were lazily tracing shapes along the dip of her waist like he could memorize her skin with just touch. The sheets were tangled somewhere near their ankles. They had no idea what time it was, nor did they care. The only thing that mattered was that the light coming through their window was warm, and that they were here. Still. Together. Somehow.

"Your hair smells like peaches," he murmured, voice still sandpapered by sleep.

“That’s because I shampooed with Karina’s stuff,” she whispered back, nose brushing his jaw. “She said it has hyaluronic acid in it. I don’t know what that means but it feels expensive.”

“It’s working,” Soobin replied, dead serious.

She grinned. “You’re so soft in the mornings.”

“You’re soft all the time,” he said before he could stop himself. Then immediately buried his face into her shoulder to hide from the consequences of his own mouth.

But before she could tease him—

THUMP. CRASH.

“YOU ABSOLUTE TRAITOR.”

Y/N blinked. “What the hell was that?”

Soobin was already halfway out of bed, hair sticking up in tragic yet adorable angles. They threw on hoodies and rushed down the stairs, socks slipping on the hardwood.

What they found in the living room was something between a very violent band breakup and a middle school production of Naruto. Which, in either case, would explain why Yeonjun had the ferocious eyes of a dog with rabies.

Yeonjun was standing on the coffee table, shirtless, pointing an accusatory drumstick at Jay, who was calmly eating toast like this happened every day.

“You seduced my bandmates,” Yeonjun shouted. “With your harmonies. With your garage aesthetic. With your twin-necked bass guitar and your stupid jawline”

Jay blinked. “Bro. I literally just said we should jam sometime.”

“Exactly,” Yeonjun hissed. “You jammed. In my turf. With my people.”

Beomgyu and Hueningkai were on the floor pretending to be dead.

Sunoo stood in the middle of it all with a spatula, seeming like the only one who was actually worried about Jay's physical integrity–Yeonjun looked like he might jump on him. “Everyone calm down before I have to flip you like a pancake.”

Sunghoon was pacing in the background, completely sunburnt, muttering to Yunjin who watched the scene unfold with a curious glint in her eye. “This is why I don’t trust musicians” while holding a beach broom.

“Jay, explain what you did to make Yeonjun spiral into the Joker.” Y/N knew Yunjin like the palm of her hand, she was certain her friend found this dishevelled and crazy eyed Yeonjun attractive.

“I made him a smoothie yesterday,” Jay said. “With oat milk.”

Yeonjun pointed again. “AND YOU BLENDED IT PERFECTLY.”

“He’s losing it,” Hueningkai whispered from the carpet.

“He was never stable,” Beomgyu added.

Soobin and Y/N stood frozen at the stairs.

“Should we go back to bed?” Soobin asked.

“I think this is a cultural event,” Y/N murmured, holding his arm in an attempt to keep him watching Yeonjun go crazy.

He then hopped off the table like he was leaping into battle, cape (a table towel he yanked from Sunoo's hands) fluttering dramatically behind him. He rounded on Beomgyu and Hueningkai with the gravitas of a betrayed emperor.

“You two—you were supposed to be loyal! Hueningkai! We were going to cosplay while performing!”

Hueningkai, still lying on the floor, held up his hands in a peace sign. “I know. And it was beautiful. But Jay promised we could do Chainsaw Man themes and—listen, I’ve always wanted to scream onstage like Denji.”

Jay, who was still quietly eating his toast, finally looked up. “Yeonjun, I didn’t mean to steal your bandmates. I just asked them if they would like to join for a jam and they never left.”

“You cast a spell on them,” Yeonjun accused. “This is how it starts. First it’s toast. Then it’s jam sessions. Then you’re in my house. Then you’re wearing matching outfits and gaslighting me.”

“I literally don’t know what gaslighting means,” Jay said.

“Convenient.”

Jay stood slowly, brushing crumbs off his shirt like this was a formal negotiation. “I actually wasn’t asking them to join.”

Beomgyu blinked. “Wait, what.”

Jay looked at Yeonjun. “I was asking you. I need a frontman. Someone with flair. Drama. A little unhinged.”

Yeonjun squinted, suspicious. “Why me?”

“Because you’re talented, obviously,” Jay said, exasperated. “And because I’m not plotting anything, for the hundredth time.”

“That’s exactly what someone who’s plotting would say,” Yeonjun replied, narrowing his eyes. “You’re trying to neutralize me. Befriend me so you can destroy me from within.”

Jay sighed. “I’m trying to start a band, not a Civil War.”

“Is it both?” Yeonjun whispered.

Beomgyu leaned over to Hueningkai. “He’s spiraling.”

“Hard.”

“Dude,” Beomgyu said louder, “you have to join.. You can't keep projecting your future in a band that has no future. You also can't keep rehearsing award speeches in front of a mirror when you think no one is listening, because we are.”

“It’s true,” Hueningkai added. “He says stuff like ‘my destiny is calling’ while applying toner.”

Yeonjun clutched his chest. “That is a sacred routine.”

“I just think,” Beomgyu said, not helping, “you were born to belt those emo bridges and spin dramatically in tight leather pants.”

“Plus,” Hueningkai added, “Jay just said he needs your falsetto for their Summer Festival medley.”

Yeonjun looked away, pretending he wasn’t crumbling.

And then—

“I’d really like you to join,” Yunjin said casually, poking her head from behind Sunoo who had finally adjusted his breath realizing no one was actually getting hurt. “We’d sound better with you.”

The entire room went silent.

Even the wind outside paused.

Yeonjun blinked.

“You want me in the band?” he asked, stunned.

Yunjin shrugged, sipping from her cold brew. “Yeah.”

“You never told me,” he croaked.

“You never asked,” she replied, unfazed.

Beomgyu turned to Hueningkai. “He’s fully short-circuiting.”

“Heart rate elevated. Brain fog. Desire to monologue intensifying,” Hueningkai whispered like a doctor diagnosing a Victorian patient.

Yeonjun stared at Yunjin like she had just handed him the moon. “Fine. I’ll join.”

Jay’s face lit up. “You will?”

“Don’t make it weird,” Yeonjun said sharply. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this in the name of music. And maybe the vibes. And definitely because Yunjin asked me and I’m not dumb.”

“Obviously,” Jay said, still grinning.

Sunoo clapped. “Aww! Rivals to bandmates!”

Sunghoon dramatically wiped a fake tear from his eye. “I love character development.”

“Do I still get to cosplay?” Yeonjun asked.

Jay nodded. “I will personally make you a faux leather cloak.”

Yeonjun sniffed, victorious. “Then it’s settled.”

“Wait a minute,” Sunoo said suddenly, mid-laugh, squinting suspiciously toward the stairs like a meerkat sensing drama.

Everyone froze, even Yeonjun, who had been mid-sulk with his arms crossed.

Sunoo slowly raised a finger toward the upper steps.

“Are you guys seeing this?” he asked, eyes widening. “We’ve got spectators.”

All heads whipped around.

There, halfway down the staircase, stood Y/N — suspiciously well-rested, hair slightly tousled in a way that only happened after a good night's sleep (or something else entirely). She leaned casually on the banister, wearing Soobin’s hoodie like it was legally hers now. And right behind her…

Soobin.

He looked like he’d seen God. And then tried to apologize to him. Twice.

His hair was a mess, his socks didn’t match, and he had that exact expression people have when someone opens the bathroom door while they're inside.

“Oh my god,” Hueningkai breathed.

Beomgyu’s jaw dropped. “No way, Boobie actually hit.”

Soobin froze. “Hi.”

“You were there the whole time?!” Jay asked, half-offended.

“We, um… we just woke up,” Y/N said brightly, entirely too at ease. She patted Soobin’s chest like a congratulatory gesture. “Did we miss a brawl?”

“Just Yeonjun trying to fistfight Jay because he asked him to join our band,” Yunjin muttered.

Beomgyu stood slowly, pointing with exaggerated slowness like he was in a detective drama. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Hoodie.”

Everyone turned to look.

Soobin looked down.

Y/N’s smug little smirk deepened.

Beomgyu gasped. “THAT’S NOT YOUR HOODIE.”

“Nice to know you're keeping tabs on your friend's wardrobe” Y/N winked.

“She was cold,” Soobin mumbled.

“It’s the hoodie hand-off,” Sunoo whispered, horrified and thrilled. “That’s like… stage three intimacy, they def banged.”

Yunjin leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “They’re glowing. I’m literally being blinded.”

Sunghoon clutched his water bottle like it was his emotional support item. “Soobin’s not even blinking. Someone check his vitals.”

“Leave him alone!” Y/N laughed, squeezing Soobin’s hand — which only made Soobin blink rapidly like he had just realized he had hands, and she was holding them. His hands. His.

Beomgyu’s eyes were wild now. “You’re telling me while Yeonjun was down here declaring war like an idiot, you were upstairs sweet talking Y/N like you're Anakin Skywalker prior insanity?”

Soobin covered his face. “I hate it here.”

Hueningkai nudged Sunoo. “Is he blushing down to his collarbone or is that a sunburn?”

“Could be both,” Sunoo whispered. “But it’s mostly blush. Classic post-whatever that was glow. Still dangerous to his skin, noneless.”

Yeonjun turned slowly toward them, narrowing his eyes. “Are you guys—”

Soobin’s soul momentarily left his body. He wasn't ready for this conversation, not yet. He couldn't. The topic of whatever the hell they were to each other was something his emotionally unprepared brain couldn't even phantom to discuss.

Truth be told, he was terrified. Because, even with all his new acquired confidence and the recent events evolving lips, hands and everything else–which he still wasn't fully convinced happened for real– he was still insecure.

“I plead the fifth,” Y/N said, with the world’s most unapologetic smile.

Beomgyu dropped to his knees. “I just— He was our shy baby boy! And now he’s—he’s got a hickey.”

“Respectfully,” Sunghoon said, raising a hand like he was in court, “I’m spiraling.”

Jay just clapped Soobin on the back as he passed by. “Proud of you, buddy. You were always the dark horse.”

Soobin made a noise like a boiling kettle.

Y/N grinned, tugging him gently down the last few steps. “C’mon, we’re starving. And I want to hear the full breakdown of the band war.”

“You’re just gonna pretend nothing happened?” Beomgyu gasped, trailing after them.

Y/N winked. “What would make you think anything happened?”

Soobin, somewhere behind her, tripped over his own feet and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “oh my god.”

“Suspicious,” Hueningkai whispered. “Extremely suspicious.”

They were still talking about it an hour later.

And Soobin didn’t stop blushing until dinner.

The beach was glowing.

Torches flickered in the sand, their flames swaying with the breeze that carried the scent of ocean salt, grilled corn, and someone’s aggressively over-limed margarita. A few mismatched towels and oversized hoodies had been thrown into a messy circle around a makeshift firepit. The whole group was there—drifting in and out of conversations, barefoot and sun-kissed (or, in Sunghoon’s case, moon-worshipped), basking in the glow of both firelight and the warmth of his burnt body.

Jay and Yeonjun sat shoulder to shoulder on a pair of stolen deck chairs turned stage, guitars in hand, plucking out what could generously be described as music.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jay announced with all the confidence of someone who only knew four chords, “tonight we bring you the acoustic rendition of 'The Rains of Castamere', followed by 'Gotta Catch ‘Em All’, and—if you’re lucky—a full emotional performance of the Skyrim theme.”

Heeseung wiped a tear. “I taught him that.”

Yeonjun strummed solemnly. “This is for the real ones.”

“I’m a real one!” Niki yelled, emerging from the darkness behind the torches, shirtless and holding a chunk of seaweed like it was holy scripture. “The spirits told me!”

Soobin sat cross-legged beside him, knees pulled up, hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands, trying not to panic about literally anything.

He was trying to look casual, like someone who had definitely not kissed Y/N until he couldn’t breathe the night before, who had definitely not woken up that morning harder than the rocks in the tide pools, and who was definitely not currently spiraling over the fact that she hadn’t stopped smiling at him since. Every time she laughed, Soobin felt it like a ripple across his skin. He was so far gone it wasn’t even funny.

Well. Maybe a little funny.

"Are you okay?" Niki asked, nudging his shoulder, eyes gleaming with campfire wisdom. “You look like you're being stabbed by your own emotions.”

Soobin blinked. “I—I’m fine.”

“Good,” Niki said, placing a smooth stone in Soobin’s hand like it was a rite of passage. “This has the energy of an ancient stingray. It will guide you.”

Soobin blinked at him. “–thank you”.

“All good my brother, it's a pleasure to help those in need. It is also good to have you here, Y/N was right about you being nice”

“Did she tell you that?” Soobin swallowed, directing his gaze towards Y/N who yapped her way with the girls across the bonfire. His heart speed increased just by the sight of her, which in his defense, did nothing but bring memories of her soft hands on his body.

“Of course she did jah!” Niki said like it was obvious and Soobin squinted his eyebrows at him. Jah? Was his pronoun jah now? “I am a young spirit but I am quite wise too, so she talked to me, yeah”.

“Oh”

“Oh?” Niki eyed him. “Are you not gonna ask?”

“Should I?” Soobin asked once again trying to catch Y/N with his gaze.

“You really are clueless, hm?

Across the fire, Leehan sat with Jake and Jungwon, who had clearly made the mistake of asking a genuine marine biology question.

"So you’re saying seahorses mate for life?" Jake asked, jaw slack.

Leehan nodded solemnly. "And the male gives birth. It’s beautiful. Feminism in action."

"Wait—like actually pregnant?" Jungwon squinted. "Like contractions?"

"Like contractions," Leehan confirmed.

Jake turned to Jungwon. “Okay, but imagine Captain America giving birth to a seahorse baby.”

“Why would I imagine that?” Jungwon whispered.

“Cause it's sick?” Jake looked at him like he was dumb “Man was frozen for ages and wakes up being able to carry a baby, he is unstoppable”

Leehan tilted his head as if waiting for Jungwon to say something, which he did. “I'm not sure I'm following you there”

“Being pregnant, man! That's like nature's most powerful gift, imagine being pregnant, that's sick!” he insisted.

“You sound like you wanted to experience pregnancy”

“Yeah, what the fuck! Wouldn't you?” Jake questioned him.

“No, thank you?”

Leehan, completely unbothered, pulled out a laminated chart from his hoodie pocket. “Would you like to rank ocean invertebrates by social complexity?”

Jake actually leaned forward, suddenly very invested in knowledge.

Meanwhile, not far from the fire, a cluster of beach towels had become the designated gossip lounge.

Y/N was lying on her stomach, legs kicking behind her as she passed a bag of gummy bears to Giselle, who was halfway through her third canned cocktail. Yunjin sat cross-legged, smirking into her drink, and Karina was braiding Sunoo’s hair with surprising precision.

“So how exactly does your ID business work?” Taehyun asked, voice low and devious.

“Where have you heard about it?” Giselle questioned the boy who stopped working on his cards and eyed her with a serious look.

“People talk, and I listen”

Yunjin laughed. “Everyone knows about your business Gigi”

“It’s not a business,” Giselle said, flipping her hair with the serenity of someone who absolutely knew it was a business. “It’s a... community service.”

“You literally charged Niki fifty bucks to become ‘Jonathan Edgeworth’,” Sunoo said, sipping his drink through a curly straw.

“I gave him a full backstory!” Giselle protested. “He’s from Vermont. His dad owns a vineyard. He’s allergic to shellfish and emotionally distant. That’s worth more than fifty bucks.”

Sunoo sipped dramatically from his drink, eyes wide with amusement. “You literally laminated it.”

“For realism,” Giselle said proudly.

“He got into a 21+ UK trap club,” Karina added. “They gave him a free glass of wine. And he started explaining tax brackets to the staff.”

“See? That’s priceless,” Giselle declared, pointing her drink at them like a gavel.

Hueningkai gasped, looking up from where he was rearranging gummy bears by color on a napkin. “Wait, that’s illegal!”

Karina patted his head. “Sweet summer child.”

“No, like—like actually! That’s federal fraud!” Kai said, eyes wide. “Do you know how many years he could be imprisoned for identity falsification?!”

Sunoo raised an eyebrow. “I feel like this is coming from a personal place.”

“I mean, it happened multiple times like in Death Note! Bleach! Code Geass, probably! It’s a very serious trope!”

“Hueningkai,” Yunjin said slowly, “are you suggesting that Giselle is a criminal?”

“She already has the bangs, that's terribly suspicious,” Taehyun said.

Giselle beamed. “Thank you.”

Y/N, lying next to them and nearly crying from silent laughter, turned to Yunjin and whispered, “Didn’t Niki try to use that fake ID to rent a car?”

“He said Jonathan Edgeworth was ‘an adventurous soul,’” Yunjin wheezed. “They told him to get off the lot or they were calling security.”

“And that’s why he’s out there now, shirtless with a branch,” Karina muttered, nodding toward Niki, who was currently walking in circles around the fire and chanting something that sounded vaguely like a druidic spell.

“Nature doesn’t require a license,” Giselle said, raising her can in a mock toast.

“Or federal documentation,” Y/N added, giggling.

“Just like everyone in this circle now,” Hueningkai muttered, adding a fifth gummy bear to the 'red' category with shaking hands. “I’m complicit just by proximity.”

“You better call your lawyer,” Yunjin grinned.

Y/N laughed so hard she almost dropped her drink. She looked up across the flames and caught Soobin staring again—softly, like he was studying a rare constellation.

And he was.

She was wearing an oversized tee and a hoodie that may or may not have been his, her cheeks flushed pink from the firelight and whatever gossip was being passed around like a volleyball. The sand was stuck to her calves, and she kept tucking her hair behind her ear even though the wind kept undoing it, and God—Soobin didn’t stand a chance.

He looked away, cheeks warm.

Jay started playing a clunky version of the Naruto theme.

“Wait—wait,” Beomgyu called from the sidelines, stumbling over with a bucket of popcorn. “Do Tank! from Cowboy Bebop! It’s jazz. We’re cultured.”

“I only know two chords,” Jay yelled.

“Boo hoo!,” Yeonjun added, already halfway through a mournful verse of "Zankoku na Tenshi no Thesis."

Heeseung chimed in with backup vocals. Terrible ones.

“I think they’re summoning something,” Sunghoon muttered, now fully draped in a hoodie and three towels like a vampire at a masquerade ball. “If the sun rises before I’m in the house, I’ll combust.”

“You know that’s not medically possible,” Hueningkai said gently.

Sunghoon turned slowly, narrowing his eyes. “Is it though?”

Kai blinked. “Yes.”

“Is it?” Sunghoon pressed, ominous now. “I ask you again, Kai—have you seen me in daylight?”

Hueningkai sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Twice. Yesterday for an hour while we played volleyball, and once at Jake’s birthday when you passed out in a hammock and woke up with a tan line shaped like a leaf.”

Sunghoon’s eyes darkened. “You promised never to speak of Leafgate.”

“Also, I’ve seen the videos. You were literally ice skating under a sunroof.”

“That was special effects,” Sunghoon sniffed. “My skin is photosensitive. You wouldn’t understand. You’re—” he gestured vaguely to Kai’s cheeks, which were glowing from the firelight and a bit too much canned margarita, “—thriving.”

Kai blinked. “I’m not even in direct light.”

“I can feel the UV rays crawling across the horizon like a curse,” Sunghoon muttered.

“You’re literally wrapped in three layers and it’s barely 9 p.m.,” Kai added.

“Time is fake,” Sunghoon shot back. “The sun has no mercy. It waits.”

Soobin sat cross-legged in the sand, a paper cup balanced between his hands, the firelight flickering gold against his skin, his focus had splintered entirely.

Because Y/N was laughing across the fire. Not just polite laughter, not a chuckle or the kind you offer someone to be nice — no, it was full-body laughter, the kind that bent her over a little, hand on her friend’s arm, eyes squinting shut, radiant and loud and lovely. Soobin could barely process it without short-circuiting.

He took a sip of his drink. It tasted like pineapple and panic.

He wasn’t even sure what he and Y/N were now. That thought alone kept unraveling inside him like a spool of yarn in freefall. Last night… last night had been beyond anything he’d ever imagined. They kissed before, sure. But this — whatever this was — was so far out of the realm of his lived experience that he felt like he was wearing someone else’s body.

She had touched him like she meant it.

She had looked at him like she wanted to do things to him he could only have dreamed of.

And now? Now he was terrified he would mess it up. Because somehow he always did.

He felt too big, too clumsy. His hands were still memorizing the shape of her waist, the curve of her smile when she teased him. And oh god, the things she said to him. She’d look him in the eye and flirt like she’d been born to disarm people, and he — he was a walking blush in response. He didn’t know how to be cool, not really. He was still half-convinced he had imagined half of it, especially the way she’d knelt in front of him in the dark and kissed him like he mattered.

Now, everything in his body was on high alert. Every time she laughed, he heard it like a song written just for him. Every time she got up to grab another drink or nudge Sunoo’s arm, he followed her with his gaze like a starstruck idiot. His heart had been fluttering for hours — soft but relentless, like the tide nudging at the shore.

And the worst part? It wasn’t even the physical ache that overwhelmed him, though he knew that hadn’t gone away. It was the want. The need. The crushing realization that he wanted all of it — her voice, her laugh, the way she teased and challenged him, the way she looked first and then looked again, like he wasn’t just background noise.

He wanted to impress her. Make her laugh. Make her want him back in the same way.

But what if she woke up one day and realized he wasn’t enough? That he wasn’t cool or confident or clever — just Soobin. Quiet, awkward, always second-guessing everything. What if she got bored? What if she told her friends that last night had been a fluke?

What if… what if he ruined this without meaning to?

Soobin was a master of self sabotage, and he knew too well this would be his ruin.

He stared into the fire, the warmth of it dancing across his cheeks. The air smelled like toasted sugar and saltwater. People were talking and laughing, the soft hum of friendship and chaos weaving through the night. And yet, he was still somewhere inside his head.

He felt his face grow warm.

Y/N.

He looked up and she was grinning at him, cheeks warm from laughter and a faint sheen of saltwater still caught in her hair. She looked happy. She looked his.

Soobin smiled back, crooked and small, but honest.

Niki then reappeared at his side. “The fire told me you’re not grounded. Walk with me.”

“I—I’m okay—”

But it was too late. Niki had taken him by the arm and was leading him in slow, ceremonious circles around the fire. “You must embrace your new self. You are no longer Just Soobin. You are Kissed Soobin. Possibly Blown Soobin.”

“I’m going to walk into the ocean,” Soobin mumbled.

“You’re already swimming,” Niki whispered. “In life.”

And for now, Soobin chose to believe him.

Because that night, with the torches glowing, the guitars strumming, and the tide humming in the background like a lullaby—they weren’t just college students or nerds or crushes or rival bands.

They were something better. Unusual, and certainly not expected. But better.

A group of kids on the edge of everything, singing songs they half-knew, falling in and out of laughter, and making summer feel like magic.

And Soobin?

He was right in the middle of it. Exactly where he wanted to be.

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John Walker NSFW Alphabet

I'm back in my marvel era so it's time to get some of this brain rot out so i can finally s l e e p

MDNI 18+

Authors Note: First thing I have written in about three years so please be kind. I was only gonna write basic stuff but like usual I got carried away.

WC: 2k

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Due to the serum John is able to go multiple rounds without tiring - a godsend and a curse.

I can see John reacting differently to aftercare depending on your relationship:

Casual No Strings attached: he'll check to make sure you're okay maybe gets you a glass of water before heading out

In A Relationship: gets you a glass of water and a damp cloth to wipe you down as he checks how much damage he has done to you before grabbing one of his soft cotton shirts to place on you. He'll gently man handle you into a comfortable sleeping position and wait until he can hear your soft snores before being lulled into slumber.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

John is a bit of a narcissist, he's quite happy with all of his body - especially after taking the serum. It didn't really change much, not like what happened with Steve but it did add some definition to his muscles.

John loves your thighs. I feel as though that is something we have all decided as a fanbase anyway. He could spend the whole evening camped between your legs with your thighs tightly clamped around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dependent on his moods. If hes been away from you for a while on a long mission its gotta be inside you. That man has a breeding kink and he needs his cum to be so deep it doesn't leak out.

If he's feeling a little jealous and possessive he'll cum all over you. He loves to mark you, to make you wear it. (I have a hc that he cums a lot - more on that later). His favourite place to cum on you is your thighs, your chest and across your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John carries a pair of your underwear around on missions. Being a footballer in school he's no stranger to superstitions and one big one is that he's never failed a mission with your panties tucked into his pocket. He always takes the pair you're currently wearing, he loves to feel how warm they still are as he tucks them away.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like in high school he was a bit of a hoe. Dated a cheerleader, maybe hooked up with some girls at a party of behind the bleachers. He married his high school sweetheart but that doesn't mean he didn't get around before then.

That being said I feel as though his marriage was pretty mundane and vanilla. He had plenty of sex but after a while it might have felt like a chore.

Has plenty of things bookmarked on his phone that he'd like to try: bondage, dom/sub, CNC, roleplay etc. He just needs to find the right person to let himself be vulnerable enough with.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again super dependent on his moods and your relationship.

If dating: loves the intimacy that comes with missionary, foreheads pressed together, sharing the same breath. Also loves you riding him - laying down or sitting he doesn't mind. He's down for all positions really.

Casual: Doggy style with his hand wrapped in your hair, back arched as he drags you back to meet his thrusts all before pushing your head into the mattress making you arch your back as he rearranges your insides.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I wouldn't say goofy but he can be sassy and after every comment it's followed by his signature smirk. He likes it when you get a little playful cause it starts to move into brat territory and he loves to put you in your place.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not completely shaven but well trimmed. John is a hairy guy from his chest to his thighs but it's not something you mind. He keeps everything well groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When things are casual he makes sure you're okay during and after but he tries to keep the intimacy to a minimum. After his divorce he's not ready to open that door so soon.

If you're dating he's surprisingly very intimate, hand holding, forehead/temple kisses, carrying bags and opening doors.

When he's deep inside you he likes to nuzzle his cheek against yours and kiss your neck and shoulder. He holds your hands besides your head and whispers sweet praises against your lips like a secret, "so good, honey", "pussy's so tight she's gonna make me cum', "yeah, you like like that? want me fill you up?", "love you so much, baby"

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

High stamina so he jacks off a lot. And that's part of what your panties come in handy for (heh). After you start your relationship he's used to getting it all the time so when he's on a mission or you're not around when he's horny he just cranks one out.

Hell, you could be down the hall in the communal kitchen talking to Bob or Yelena but John couldn't be bothered to go looking so he pulls his cock free and grabs an item of your clothing, wraps it around his fist and cock and goes to town. He lost count of the amount of times you've scolded him about staining your clothes (and pillow cases).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man has so many kinks, praise, authority, breeding, uniform etc.

Loves to be called Captain, in and out of the bedroom. The first time you were on a mission and you playfully praised "good job, Captain," John practically dragged you to a hidden part in an abandoned hallway and made you cum on his fingers while he humped your leg.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom is his favourite place cause he can do so much without the worry of being interrupted but if there was a second place it would be the training area. Having you pinned down under him, rutting his cock over your still clothed but very wet panties, fingers in your mouth as he critiques you on your fighting stance is something he looks forward to whenever you ask him to 'spar'.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Calling him Captain, the smell of your perfume, wearing his clothes. Depending on how hard up he is: sometimes when you're reading, lounging around watching tv you'll make soft noises and that's enough to distract him and rile him up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that puts you in danger, extreme BDSM.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes to receive but prefers to give. Loves to have you seated on his face, hands on the headboard as you ride his tongue. Enjoys eating you out while you're reading, scrolling on your phone or watching tv.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. Late at night and early morning he likes to go slow, lazily slipping inside you as you let out a tired moan, your back pressed to his chest as he grinds himself deeper.

Usually if you're in for the night and he gets to go a couple of rounds he'll start slow and end fast. Likes to have you sitting on his cock, lazily riding him, he'll make you cum once or twice before he flips you over and fucks you into the bed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All the time. Loves them. Sometimes there just isn't time to go slow and he can't wait so having you pressed as against a wall as he fucks you from behind with his fingers in your mouth will have to do

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Loves to experiment. After getting with you he realised there's so many things he hasn't tried.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

High stamina can go many rounds. He can cum pretty quick the first few times but by the end of the night he stay buried inside you, lazily thrusting for hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Loves to use toys on you, never really tried any on himself. He prefers your body (you're his toy). Loves to use a vibe on you at Val's stupid galas and press conferences. Has, on more then one occasion, double penetrated you with one of your vibrators.

You once used a vibe on John when you gave him head, the combination of the vibrations on his tip, the wet heat of your mouth and the occasional swiped of the vibe across his hole had him coming embarrassingly fast.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

So much. On missions he constantly pins you to a wall, thigh between your leg, far to high to be mistaken as anything but sexual, because "sorry, princess, thought I heard someone" said with his infuriating smirk.

A huge tease with the vibe, whenever someone, usually a guy, comes up to talk he'll turn the vibe up to max and watch you squirm. Constantly offering you up to dance with people "Joaquin looks like he wants to dance, sweetheart, you'll dance with him, wont you?" and poor sweet Joaquin is in no position to say no. He waits until you're at least halfway through the dance before switching on the vibe.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mostly just grunts and growls, some whining and desperate moans here and there.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

John initially was pissed when Sentry taco'd his shield and even though he complains about it often he's actually not that mad.

Not when he came back from training with Bucky, still red faced and covered in sweat, to see you kneeling on his bed with his shield tucked snugly between your legs. Your head is thrown back, desperate whines fall from your lips as you rut harder against the cold metal.

Judging by the slight twitching of your muscles John can tell you've been at this for a while, obviously you did this for yourself and to intentionally put on a show for his, that just turns him on more.

Thanks to how caught up you are in your own pleasure and Johns ability to move about quietly you've not noticed the large super soldier watching your every move.

You start to grind down harder and the whines start to dissolve into breathy whispers of his name, he reaches down and squeezes his cock, all ready hard and leaking in his shorts but he's determined to wait until you've cum to interrupt.

His nostrils flare and he bites back a small growl when he sees your slick glistening against his shield, if you don't cum soon he wont be able to stop himself.

Thankfully with one last thrust of your hips and a loud moan of "Captain!" you let put a violent shutter as you cum. You hump his shield a few more times to help you come down before open your eyes and let out a startled cry at the sight before you.

A six foot something super soldier, shorts tented, shirt slick with sweat and breaths coming out in pants, at first glance with the clenched fists he looks angry but you've seen that look enough to know you're in for a long night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Over average but not scary big. Yeah it's a little long. He's quick thick and vieney.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. Dude is ready to fuck constantly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually likes to wait for you to sleep before allowing himself.

#john walker #john walker x reader #thunderbolts #my writing

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ayexaye · 3 days ago

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˚⋆｡°✩₊ "Of course I remember you!" [Part 2] ᡣ𐭩

Bachira Meguru x gn!reader, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, 1k~ words, not proof read

Part 1

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You found him in the playground, hiding under one of the play structures so no teachers could see him. He sat with his knees up to his chest, face buried halfway behind his arms, but you could see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his cheek peeking out from behind his sleeve.

He said nothing when you sat beside him.

“I told you not to fight them.”

“They called me a freak again!” He snapped, frustrated by the other children. “And one of them pushed me and… they act like I'm a weirdo all the time!”

You nodded along. “They're just jerks.”

“They always are. Just ‘cause I talk to myself sometimes… and I like monsters and stuff..” He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but it wasn't fast enough to hide that his eyes were starting to water.

You scooted closer. “I like your monsters.”

“... You do?” His voice wavered, like he was trying to hold back tears.

“They're cool. And fun. Like you.”

That got a small laugh out of him. “You don't think I'm a weirdo?”

“Obviously not. You're my best friend, dummy.”

His hand idly drew in the dirt as he thought for a moment. “I wish you could stay with me forever.”

“I will.”

You meant it back then, but you didn't keep that promise. You moved, lost touch, left behind the boy who wished you'd stay forever.

And yet here you were now, once again sitting beside Bachira in the grass of a quiet park with takeout boxes in your laps. He texted you not even an hour after exchanging numbers after the game, asking to meet the next weekend.

You kept stealing glances at him as he poked at his food, taking in his new appearance. He had his hair half tied up to keep it out of his face–you couldn’t remember him doing that as a kid.

“Stop staring,” he said without even looking up at you. His voice was casual, but the small smirk curling at the corner of his mouth gave him away. Your heart leaped out of your chest.

“I wasn’t!” You said, looking down and shoving food into your mouth to distract yourself from the embarrassment.

Bachira laughed, “You’re a bad liar. You always were, y’know.”

You smiled, and the warmth you felt seemed to refuse to go away.

“So,” he began as he leaned back on his hands with a lazy smile, “are you gonna disappear again, or do I get to keep you this time?”

“It’s not like I wanted to,” you said quietly. “It just… happened.”

“I know,” he said, softer than you expected. “But it still sucked.”

You felt a sense of guilt bubble in your chest that made it hard to meet his eyes. You felt bad for leaving, even if it wasn’t your fault. Both of you fell quiet.

Bachira didn’t look like that kid who got picked on in the schoolyard anymore. He looked like someone who worked hard and trained hard and grew into someone you knew he could be, everything he dreamed of being. His features were more defined but his eyes still held that playful look. He was happy.

You don’t know when you started smiling, but Bachira certainly caught it.

“What?” He asked, strands of hair falling out of the tie as he tilted his head.

“Nothing.” You said quickly as he snapped you out of your thoughts. “Just thinking.. About how different you are now.”

He leaned forward, crossing his legs and letting his hands fall into his lap. “Different how? Be honest. Is that your way of saying I'm hot now?”

Your face warmed and you immediately ducked your head. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it,” he teased as he nudged your knee with his. “You totally did.”

You didn’t answer right away, choosing to stare down at your lap with a weak smile. When you glanced back up, you were met with the sight of Bachira watching you, with an expression that was gentler than before. The way he looked at you made your breath hitch.

“I'm really glad you came.” He said.

“I thought it might have been a dumb idea.” You admitted. “I wasn't sure you'd remember me.”

“Are you serious?” He replied, almost seeming insulted at the idea. “You were my best friend. I could never forget you.”

“But honestly, I thought you might have forgotten about me too,” he continued, pulling up the blades of grass between his fingers. “I mean, I know it wasn't your fault, but I thought you might've moved on completely.”

You had to swallow the sudden lump in your throat. “I didn’t mean to leave things like that,” you replied softly. “Life just got complicated and.. before I knew it, we drifted apart.”

Bachira hummed.

And like it was the most normal thing in the world, “I think I like you.”

“What?!” You replied, stunned.

And he looked at you like you were the one being weird. “I mean it. I've been trying to figure it out since you came to the game that day. And I think I like you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to gather your thoughts. “You.. you can't just drop something like that out of nowhere!”

“Why not?” He replied, tilting his head. “It's true!”

You sighed, taking a moment to calm yourself down, a hand on your chest as if it would slow your racing heart. You laughed quietly, muttering, “You really are the same as back then."

“Hey, it's your turn.” He nudged you again.

“What?”

He leaned forward, a sly smile on his face. “To say you like me back.”

“Since when were you so full of yourself?”

He grinned. “That's not a no.”

“You're impossible,” you mumbled as you buried your face in your hands.

“So do you like me?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He repeated dramatically, pouting. He put his hand over his heart like you had wounded him. “I pour my heart out and all I get is a maybe?”

You shoved his arm, but still smiled and finally replied, “Okay, fine! Yes, I like you! Happy now?”

He hooked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as he hugged you. “Yup. Very.”

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𖹭.ᐟ BONUS

It was your second real date. Nothing fancy, just a hole-in-the-wall place that he insisted had the best noodles in the world, and then walking around aimlessly until the sun began to dip down under the horizon. And at some point, he grabbed your hand and never let go.

“You're definitely swooning right now.” Bachira said as you reached your street, swinging your hands back and forth between you.

“From what? You spilling sauce on your shirt?”

He shrugged. “Could've been worse. Like spilling it on you.”

Once the two of you reached your front gate, Bachira took both of your hands in his, standing in front of you. “So,” he said, leaning down closer to you. “Do I get a good night kiss?”

You laughed, leaning up to peck his cheek, but he turned at the last second, just enough for it to brush the corner of his lips.

You pulled back, surprised. “You-!”

He grinned, smug. “Oops.”

“You're such a troublemaker..” You said as you shoved his shoulder, feeling heat creep up your neck.

“But you still like me.”

You shook your head as you turned to go inside.

“Text me when you're in bed!” He yelled from behind you, and you couldn't help but smile.

Maybe you were swooning a little bit.

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𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist

Taglist; @stal1n33

#Valen writes .ᐟ.ᐟ #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru #meguru bachira #reader insert #x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock bachira #bachira #bllk bachira #gender neutral reader

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jessesluvr · 16 hours ago

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too good for your own good and scare shitless are my favorite writing's of yours! enemies to lovers and friends with benefits are 😭🤌 can u do something like moments where the sexual tension between you and jesse almost snaps until it does? like fingers touching when you walk or pass something, casual flirting, looking at his lips when he talks or him holding your waist to move you when you are in the way and this sort of stuff until both of you can't pretend anymore 🤭

pulling gravity | jesse x reader

author's note : hiiii ! it's a bit suggestive, but heyyy who cares right?? anyways, please enjoy !! gotta start writing my requests again..

summary : it’s been months of almosts and unspoken glances. fingers grazing, stolen touches, words that mean more than they should. jesse’s always there, close enough to touch but never quite yours—until the tension finally snaps and neither of you can pretend anymore.

word count : 2.3k

jackson’s quiet this morning.

the air bites, crisp and cold, as you tug your coat tighter and walk toward the gates. most of the town is still asleep, the sun not fully risen, a pale smear of light just beginning to bleed across the snowy mountains. your boots crunch on the frostbitten earth.

he’s already there, of course. leaning against the fence, arms crossed, head turned toward the horizon like he’s waiting for something. or someone.

his breath curls in the air like smoke, and when he turns at the sound of your steps, his face breaks into that lazy, crooked smile you’ve learned to pretend doesn’t make your stomach twist.

“you’re late,” jesse says, voice warm despite the chill.

“you’re obsessed with me,” you answer, because it’s easier than admitting how fast you walked here just to see him.

he shrugs, the smile lingering. "maybe."

your eyes meet. something quiet hangs between you. it’s not awkward. it’s never been awkward with jesse. it’s just... there. heavy in the air. unspoken, but undeniable.

he falls into step beside you as you head out, and when your arms swing just barely in sync, your fingers graze. just a touch. accidental.

neither of you pull away.

for the next few minutes, neither of you say much. it’s a comfortable silence—cold air, fresh snow, two pairs of boots creaking across the path that curves toward the south watchpost. your breath fogs in the space between you, but jesse’s presence is warm like sunlight, grounding in a way you’ve never wanted to admit.

“maria said there’s been fresh prints near the ridge,” he murmurs eventually, his shoulder brushing yours as he leans in just a little closer. “probably nothing. but she wants us checking the outer fence before noon.”

“right,” you say, and it should feel like a normal patrol. it should feel like the dozens of others you’ve done together. but it doesn’t.

not when his glove brushes yours again. not when he tilts his head to glance at you, all dark eyes and half-lidded lids and that look he gets when he wants to say something but doesn’t.

“you sleep okay?” he asks.

it’s a normal question. you’ve asked him the same before. but this morning, it sounds different. it sounds like he means something else. like he’s asking if you dreamed about him, too.

you nod. “yeah. you?”

“kinda.” he’s looking ahead now, but his voice dips lower. “kept waking up. think i was waiting for this.”

“this?” you echo.

“walking with you. it’s the best part of my day.”

you stop walking.

he takes two more steps before noticing and turns, boots crunching in the snow. his brow lifts.

“what?” he says with a soft smile.

you’re staring at him. you know you are. you want to say something. anything. but your mouth is dry and your chest is tight and his words are still sitting too heavy inside you.

“nothing,” you manage. “you’re just... really dramatic for someone who acts tough.”

he grins. “and you’re deflecting.”

“you’re imagining things.”

he takes a slow step closer. then another. until the space between you is thin as thread.

“you really think i don’t notice how you look at me?” he asks.

you look away. heat creeps into your cheeks.

he leans in again, voice low. “you gonna pretend your hands didn’t linger last time we passed the rifles?”

“you gonna pretend you didn’t put your hand on my back for no reason at all?”

he laughs under his breath. soft. close. intimate.

“maybe i like the way you feel,” he says, and it’s so direct you forget how to breathe.

and just like that, he steps away. like it didn’t cost him anything to say that. like he didn’t just gut you with it.

“c’mon,” he calls. “sun’s climbing. you don’t wanna miss the view.”

and you follow, because what else can you do?

you’re already falling.

it starts again in the kitchen.

not your kitchen. maria and tommy’s. they’d asked you and jesse to house-sit while they made a supply trip out west. just a weekend. water the plants. check the wood stove. take care of benji.

benji, who’s five and somehow already a menace. sweet, sure. but sticky-handed and wild, with a laugh that shakes the walls and a talent for turning any moment into chaos.

jesse’s the one who says yes before you can even answer. “of course,” he tells maria, slinging an arm around your shoulder like this is the most natural thing in the world. “we’ll be great at it.”

you raise your brows but say nothing. and now here you are.

jesse’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, one foot braced behind him like he owns the place. benji’s in the next room playing with action figures. and you—you’re standing too close. again.

jesse doesn’t move when you step beside him to grab a glass. doesn’t shift when your hip brushes his. doesn’t even flinch when your fingers graze his knuckles.

“you’re in the way,” you murmur.

“you always say that,” he murmurs back, and doesn’t budge.

the glass clinks on the counter as you pour water, slow and deliberate, pretending you don’t feel him watching you.

jesse finally leans in. not far. not enough. just close enough that you feel the heat of him against your arm.

“you’re good with him,” he says, nodding toward the living room. “benji. he likes you.”

“he likes everyone who doesn’t make him eat vegetables.”

jesse grins. “still. you’d make a good mom.”

your hand slips. water spills over the rim of the glass.

jesse doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t take it back. just watches the drip slide down your wrist like he’s fascinated by it.

“jesse,” you say quietly.

“i mean it.”

you meet his eyes. there’s no teasing in them. none of the usual playful deflection. just a soft, raw kind of honesty that makes your throat tighten.

“i think about it sometimes,” he adds. “what it’d be like. waking up to you. having a kid. having... more than this.”

“we’re not even together,” you whisper.

his lips twitch. not a smile. something smaller. something sad.

“aren’t we?”

before you can answer, benji calls from the other room.

“jesse! can you be the monster again?”

jesse doesn’t look away from you. “i’m already halfway there.”

“go,” you say, barely managing a breath. “before he breaks something.”

he lingers a second longer. then leans forward, lips ghosting your temple in a barely-there touch. “we’re talking about this later.”

and then he’s gone.

leaving you with your pulse racing and your hand still wet.

that night, benji falls asleep between the two of you on the couch. one sticky hand wrapped around jesse’s finger. the other clutching your wrist like an anchor.

jesse looks over his head at you.

the tension simmers like an open flame.

“we should get him to bed,” he murmurs.

you nod.

“and then?”

you hesitate. “then we talk.”

his eyes dip to your mouth. his voice drops. “no more pretending?”

“no more pretending.”

and that promise hangs between you, heavier than anything else that came before.

the night is thick and quiet around maria and tommy’s house. the only light comes from the flickering fire in the living room, casting shadows that dance over jesse’s face as he watches you carefully. you can feel the weight of his gaze like a hand on your skin.

benji is finally asleep upstairs, his breathing steady and soft. the chaos of the day has settled, leaving just you and jesse in a fragile, intimate silence.

you sit close enough to feel the heat radiating off him, and when your knees touch, neither of you pulls away. it’s like the last invisible barrier between you has cracked.

jesse reaches out, fingers trembling slightly as they brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the touch is electric, a silent question hanging between you.

“i can’t keep doing this,” he admits, voice low, rough with emotion. “all this... pretending. like we’re just friends when everything’s screaming something else.”

you swallow hard, heart pounding, every nerve alive. “me neither.”

his hand slides down, tracing the curve of your jaw with gentle reverence, like he’s memorizing every line, every scar, every part of you he’s wanted for so long.

“do you want this?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. “me. us.”

you nod, words tangled in your throat. “i want you.”

he leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. but you don’t. instead, you close the distance, lips brushing, soft and tentative at first, then deepening into something hungry and desperate.

his hands find your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. every kiss is a promise, a confession, a release of months of tension and longing.

you break apart only for breath, foreheads resting together, hearts racing in sync.

“i’ve wanted you since day one,” jesse murmurs.

“me too,” you confess, voice trembling.

the fire crackles, shadows flickering, but all you see is him. all you want is him.

and tonight, nothing else matters.

you don’t know how long you stay like that, curled into him on the couch—chest to chest, knee slotted between his, his thumb stroking your hip like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. everything feels fragile and enormous at once.

jesse’s breath is warm against your temple. his voice, even softer than the firelight.

“we can stop. if it’s too fast.”

“jesse.” your fingers curl in the front of his shirt. “i don’t wanna stop.”

he exhales slow, like he’s been holding that tension in his chest for months. maybe he has. “okay.”

the next kiss is slower. not urgent—just reverent. he kisses you like he’s trying to memorize it, lips brushing yours over and over until your whole body’s leaning into him, chasing the warmth.

when his hand finds your jaw, tilting your head just so, it doesn’t feel rushed. it feels like gravity.

like this has been coming for a long, long time.

he pulls back enough to whisper, “you sure?”

you nod, whispering into his mouth. “i want you.”

that’s all it takes.

his hands roam with purpose now—fingertips dragging over your waist, your spine, like he’s relearning what touch means. his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw to the hollow beneath your ear, and you shiver.

“you’re shaking,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth again. “cold?”

you shake your head. “not cold.”

his lips curve against your skin. “good.”

the couch is too narrow. too stiff. and neither of you says it, but you both move at the same time—his hand sliding into yours as he leads you toward the guest bedroom down the hall.

you barely make it through the door before he’s kissing you again—backed against the frame, his hands on either side of your head like he can’t bear to let you go.

your arms wind around his neck. he lifts you gently, like it’s instinct, like he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times.

he lays you on the bed like you’re precious, hovering over you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest ache.

“jesse,” you breathe.

“i got you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then lower. “just let me take care of you.”

his touch is slow. worshipful. the kind of undressing that feels like being unwrapped, layer by layer, not just of clothing but of fear. he trails his hands down your arms, over your ribs, kissing every stretch of skin he uncovers.

when you arch into him, he groans low—like the sound’s been pulled from the deepest part of him.

you tug at his shirt. he helps you peel it off, and when you reach for his belt, he catches your wrist—not stopping you, just grounding you.

his forehead rests against yours.

“i love you.”

your breath stutters.

you blink up at him, heart in your throat. “say it again.”

he smiles, so softly you feel it in your bones. “i love you.”

your fingers slide into his hair. “then don’t stop.”

and he doesn’t.

after, you stay tangled up in each other under the thin blanket. your fingers trace lazy patterns on his bare chest, and he keeps his arm wrapped snug around your waist like he still needs to prove you’re real.

the firelight from down the hall flickers just enough to outline the curve of his cheek. you kiss it.

“that thing you said earlier,” you murmur.

“which one?”

“about kids.”

jesse hums, eyes flicking toward yours. “too much?”

you shake your head. “no. i just… i didn’t know you thought about that.”

“with you?” he says. “yeah. i think about it a lot.”

your breath catches.

he continues, voice quieter. “not just the big stuff. like, i think about what it’d be like waking up to you every day. you in my shirt, stealing all the blankets. yelling at me for leaving dishes in the sink. then maybe one day... there's a little one running around, kinda like benji, but ours.”

you blink up at him, stunned by the warmth rushing to your chest.

he leans down and kisses your collarbone. “you’d be an amazing mom.”

you whisper, “you’d be a great dad.”

he looks at you, really looks. “you think so?”

“i know so.”

his hand slides to your stomach, resting there with the barest pressure. “not now. not yet. but someday.”

“yeah,” you say softly. “someday.”

you fall asleep like that—his arm wrapped around you, your breath even against his chest, both of you wrapped in something stronger than just the aftermath of sex.

it’s comfort.

it’s love.

it’s the beginning of everything else.

#tlou jesse #jesse tlou x reader #jesse tlou imagines #tlou jesse oneshot #jesse fluff #jesse oneshot #jesse tlou #tlou jesse x reader #tlou fanfics #jesse x reader

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horlzonline · 2 days ago

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Decided to go crazy go stupid today and pump out a sketch page of my Rich Cheese Cookie instead of adulting! Yay! Anyways, I’m finally starting to get used to drawing her, though I just can’t settle on color placement… So you get monochrome artwork for now. One of these sketches in particular is inspired by something @browhyihatethis said—they’ll probably know which one. And of course, as per usual, I’ll include some fun stuff about her on this post to give more context to the drawings, too.

- As an adult, Rich Cheese Cookie typically goes by Gilded Gouda Cookie. This is primarily because where she lives (somewhere in or near the land of spice perhaps) is rampant with thievery and all negative forms of greed—that is, no one with ‘rich’ in their name is going to be wandering around out there unbothered. The implication of ‘gilded’ as opposed to ‘rich’ is that all of her shine (or what little is left of it) is simply for show; there’s nothing of true value present to steal for oneself. Though initially a pseudonym, she eventually grows into the name and ends up keeping it.

- In a meta sense, the name is deliberately parallel to Golden Cheese Cookie (Gilded = Golden, Gouda = Cheese), and can be considered symbolic of her relationship with both her mother and her own sense of identity over time. Items that are gilded only have a surface-level shine, being veiled by a very thin layer of gold leaf that is virtually worthless if stripped away. Things that are gilded often do not have much of any inherent material value when compared to something made of solid gold. To discover that what was thought to be a golden treasure was so only on the outside… Why, that would undoubtedly be a little more than disappointing, wouldn’t it? However, the process of gilding itself is extremely intricate and time-consuming, making the true value of a gilded treasure not what it’s made out of, but the time, effort, and skill that went into creating it. Gilded items are often unique pieces—works of art in their own right. The paper-thin gold adorning them, on its own, isn’t worth much; the gilded piece itself, however, can nonetheless be priceless. Take that as you will.

- As a child, Rich Cheese Cookie very much made an effort to channel her mother’s bold, confident energy in effort to imitate her. Though the confidence wasn’t actually her own, she hadn’t really encountered any true threats before, so borrowing her mother’s attitude without any actual skill or power to back it up wasn’t an issue. This illusion of confidence shattered, however, when Dark Enchantress’s forces invaded the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Though she was frightened, Rich Cheese Cookie actually did attempt to fight for the kingdom, as her mother would have—an act of childish foolishness that got her tossed roughly into one of the palace’s pillars within moments. Frightened and disoriented, she had lost hold of her weapon, facing down horde of beasts many times her size. Her body was shaking; her breath quickened; something warm and wet crept sluggishly down her face. Her only choice was to run further into the palace. She never stopped running.

- Gilded Gouda Cookie can be fairly standoffish at times and slow to trust anyone—if that wasn’t already obvious. This can lead to her coming off as stern or aggressive if you catch her at the wrong moment, even though what she’s actually feeling internally is closer to anxiety or extreme wariness. Some may even believe that she actively dislikes them for an extended period of time, only to find out later that she never actually had any negative opinions about them to begin with. She simply didn’t know them well enough to feel safe being friendly.

- The emotions she feels when encountering her mother again after so long are incredibly complex. After all, at this point, she’s been without her mother longer than she’s had her around. On the one hand, she is of course very glad to see her, though the shame and sense of inferiority she carries, alongside the imaginary, childlike vision of Golden Cheese Cookie that she held onto for so long to comfort herself, makes almost her wish that her mother had remained only a fond memory—at least initially. It doesn’t help that the golden sovereign has not seen her daughter since childhood and, as a result, still sees and treats her like a child when she is very much a grown adult. Personally, I imagine that Golden Cheese Cookie is the kind of parent to give what she views as advice, only for it to come off as demeaning or critical to an adult child, which is extremely frustrating to Rich Cheese Cookie, now Gilded Gouda Cookie (a name that her mother frequently forgets to use, or even ignores at first). On top of this, Golden Cheese Cookie appears to operate on the assumption that her daughter will merely return to the kingdom now as if nothing happened… but she’s built her own life in her mother’s absence and fears returning to the place she couldn’t protect. There’s a whole lot to unpack there.

- It takes some serious misunderstandings and conflict before Golden Cheese Cookie realizes what her daughter wants and needs from her: acceptance of who she is now, and acknowledgement of what happened to her all those years ago. The latter is something Gilded Gouda Cookie does her best to forget and push away, but in doing so she neglects the scared little kid that’s still inside of her—the same little kid who cried day and night for her mother after losing everything, only to receive no answer. For so many years, all she wanted was for Golden Cheese Cookie to be there; now she can be, even if it’s seriously overdue. Gilded Gouda Cookie may be grown, but she nonetheless needs permission to be her mother’s child again. Understanding, at least for the two of them, starts with, “You must have been so scared…”

- Golden Cheese Cookie eventually has to make the tough decision to let her daughter go yet again, allowing her to live her own life and choose to return to the kingdom if, and only if, she is ever ready to. She ultimately does, of course, bringing a lot of people she’s met (who are at this point sick of hardship) to the land of abundance with her—though until that happens, Golden Cheese Cookie makes sure to send frequent letters and gifts by cheesebird… The poor things end up progressively carrying heavier and heavier gifts until her daughter literally has to ask her to please, PLEASE reconsider what she’s sending. More food and fewer precious metals is always preferable.

- On a more positive note, Gilded Gouda Cookie’s favorite food is a bit of an ironic one. Despite being a royal and having access to the finest cuisine during her childhood, she came to enjoy the street food found at small stands throughout the city more than the finest cheese dishes her mother favored so. One particular stand always made the snack she loved most perfectly—a golden-brown pastry filled with delicious cheese and drizzled with natural honey for a sweet and savory combo that couldn’t be beat! Given her current position, as well as the state of the kingdom itself, she hasn’t had one in many years… but all it takes is one bite to bring her back home.

- Golden Cheese Cookie absolutely sent photos of her daughter as a dough ball baby to her friends and colleagues. She unfortunately lost a lot of baby pictures in the Dark Flour War, but if you ask her, she might still have some digitized…

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Was gonna write more, but ran out of steam. Gah. Maybe I’ll get into the key differences between the mentalities of Gilded Gouda Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie eventually… In short: Golden Cheese Cookie fights because she sees what there is to gain, while Gilded Gouda Cookie fights because she sees what there is to lose. Tune in next time (if there is one)! ✌️

#my art #rich cheese cookie #crk #gilded gouda cookie #as per usual if you wanna do smth w/ this version ask first since I hit her with the oc beam #I’d probably say yes anyways but gotta make sure no one acting sus

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starmksz · 26 days ago

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hello tumblerinas i redrew very old art from 2020 im crumbling into dust

i copy pasted those bees and prayed

#ok back to the mines i go (work)#warming up before i start on my stuff again #hs #homestuck #sollux captor #mituna captor

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inkyucu · 10 months ago

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~ On a scale from one to ten my friend you're ✨fucked✨~

#i dont ever post pictures I've taken outside of my drawings that are on paper but my god is this something #for context the following has happened:#tornado watch #thunderstorm warning #power outage #fire alarm just randomly going on and off again #something near a power like just fucking exploding #tree branches falling #and all of this just..... came out of no where too-???#seriously it was warm and sunny and barely cloudy before this started #then the weather just decided 'Nope!' and gave us this #what #(some more info - this kind of stuff isn't really too common around where I live so this is pretty weird)#oh also the lightning has looked pretty crazy as well #inkyucu #(this started probably around an hour ago - the picture being taken before the rain started)#(also apologies for any misspells in here I wasn't really paying too much attention while typing this all up)

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elprupneerg · 1 year ago

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I am never sleeping over at my parents house ever again goddammit

#note to self #the bed that ‘the dog totally doesn’t sleep on’ had hair all over #I had to chase multiple spiders off of it #I woke up about 2 hours ago with my sinuses briefly clear and the entire room smells like cat pee #to the point where I’m scared I smell like it too #the AC went out but nobody warned me before I got here #the answer to that was fans and leaving the windows open #which was nice and quiet after midnight. but at 3:45? So Many Birds #I love birds and I’m glad they’re able to chat #but they are so loud here and I am so sleepy #and I can’t close the window cuz I need airflow cuz it’s so warm #the tv is loud as hell and I can hear it all the way in my room over the sound of birds #I went and turned it down once dad started snoring but when mom got up she turned it back up to watch a movie #AND because they have to deal with the AC repair guy today idk who’s driving me home/when #I love the animals and if I had a vehicle I’d love to adventure around town #but again: cat pee smell. I think I would die if i ran into someone I knew while smelling like cat pee #a lot of this stuff isn’t my parents fault but I’m a petty bitch and I’m very tired

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roserus-wizard · 2 years ago

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I may or may not be writing a template for a dnd campaign rn 😏

#I was a dm for my niece a long time ago and she still talks about it #she keeps mentioning that we need to do it again but I always put it off mostly writing a story I’d hard #but I realize that I can use part of my daydream scenarios to make plot!#I started writing act 1 it’s a bite size quest that should be a good warm up before real plot stuff #once I get the majority of act one done I’ll see if she’d be up for it

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leclerc-hs · 2 months ago

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bunny! - ln4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary: in which lando always calls you bunny OR your favorite place to be is riding lando's cock warnings: smut, riding, dirty talk, language, pet name!, NOT PROOFREAD (I hate re-reading stuff I write if you couldn't tell hahahah) word count: 1.2k ish author's note: this idea came to mind LAST NIGHT and i just had to write it since i'm off of work today. talk about me feeding y'all LOL xoxo still working on oscar's version of aphrodisiac chocolates!!! I literally wrote this in like an hour so it’s shortttt. xoxo ily ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

Lando calls you Bunny like it’s your actual name.

Don’t forget your lanyard later, Bunny

Hey Bunny, can you hand me that?

Y’look great, Bun

It was constant. In the paddock. During interviews. Even the fans notice it. Some thought it was a childhood thing. Others assumed it was just something that stuck.

And the rest of the grid? Of course they asked.

And every time, you and Lando offered a different answer.

She had these ridiculous bunny ears the first time I met here…never wanted to take them off.

Her nose used to do this little twitch whenever she was annoyed…I swear

She loves carrots

And tonight was no different.

You’re curled into the booth beside Lando, wine glass in hand, one leg draped over his under the table. He was warm, hand on your thigh. Thumb brushing soft, lazy circles.

And then it came up again.

“Alright…someone has to ask again,” Pierre points his fork toward Lando. “Bunny. What’s it actually from?”

Groans went around the table. Everyone chattering how he’ll never tell you. Just let them have their secrets.

And Oscar grins. “No, I wanna hear this one.” He leans forward. “What’s the excuse tonight?”

Lando doesn’t miss a beat. Fingers gripping your leg. A grin pulled onto his mouth.

“Showed up to my flat in bunny ears once. Wouldn’t take them off.”

You scoff beside him. “It was Halloween.”

“She wore them to sleep.”

And laughter erupts around the table.

And his hand tightens on your thigh. And you felt the shift in his demeanor.

The part no one ever saw.

The reason why he started calling you that.

Didn’t know that the first time he’d said it, was barely a whisper, as you rode him in his driver’s room after a race.

How you were so worked up, desperate, how your knees trembled as you bounced on him like you couldn’t stop.

They didn’t know how he said it when you were on top. How he groaned against your lips.

“Okay but seriously,” Charles says, laughing. “Is it like a….is it like a kink thing?”

You choke on your wine. And Lando drags his fingers higher up your leg.

Lando didn’t even so much as blink. “Absolutely not.”

And later, after everyone said their goodnights and you slipped into the car with him, Lando was quiet. Calm. Fingers brushing against your skin whenever they could.

And when you got back to the hotel. The door clicking shut.

He says, “Everyone thinks it started with ears…”

He presses you into the wall.

“But it was this fuckin’ cunt, Bunny.”

His voice was low. And you gasp, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, as he grinds his hips into you. Slow. Heavy. Could feel how hard he was.

He kisses your jaw, under your ear…biting, sucking, claiming you.

“Fuck,” he groans into your skin. “Remember that night? In the driver’s room? You got on top of me like you needed it. Like you were gonna die if I didn’t let you bounce on my fuckin’ cock.”

You whimper.

“I think about it every fuckin’ day.” He groans.

And you don’t even get a chance to respond before he lifts you off the ground, hands gripping your thighs, and carries you straight to the bed.

“M’so obsessed with it,” he says, voice rough. Kissing you again as he drops you on the mattress and yanks his hoodie over his head with one hand. “With you. With this fuckin’ cunt.”

He kneels between your legs, pulls your panties off, and then stuffs them in his back pocket.

He pulls his jeans down, cock hard and thick. Leaking.

“Don’t even wanna fuck you from behind anymore. Just want you on top. Losing your fuckin’ mind on my cock.”

You crawl into his lap, straddling him like instinct.

And he hisses when your cunt touches his tip.

“Y’turned it into a fuckin’ problem,” His hands grip your ass.

You drag his cock through your folds, teasing him. And he hits his head against the headboard with a thud as he drops his head back.

“Y’think I don’t notice the way you moan when I let you sit on it?” He pants. “The way you tell me to shut up and take it like a good boy?”

You sink down on him in a single motion.

“Fuck, Bunny…” He gasps. Hips jerking.

And you start moving. Steadily. Rolling into him.

“Every time you do this,” He says through gritted teeth, hands grabbing your hips. “I tell myself that it’ll be the last. I’ll tell myself Lando, be normal. Change it up.”

And you bounce on him harder.

“But then you climb into my lap with that fuckin crazed look in your eye. And I let you. Always let you.”

His head rests against the headboard. Neck thick. Veiny. Flushed.

“Ride me everywhere. Every fuckin’ place that you shouldn’t.”

He flexes his hips into you, just enough to make your cunt clench. And you gasp.

“Let you ride on me on that fuckin’ plane. My trainer two rows back. Had your sweatshirt over your lap like that would hide it.”

You whimper, pressing your hand to his chest. Cock twitching in you.

“Remember Suzuka?” He continues. “Showed up with no underwear under that skirt, climbed into my lap during lunch and said, five minutes. Just need to use it.”

He groans at the memory. At the feel of your cunt around him.

“Fuckin’ bounced on me while I tried to be normal. Bit into my shoulder while you came.”

You roll your hips harder, whining.

“Imola…my god…” He pants. “Told you I was exhausted. Needed to sleep.”

He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours. Eyes blown.

“And you just got on top. Said I’ll do all the work.” He huffs. “And you did. Fucked me so slow and deep. Grinding into me like you wanted my fuckin’ soul.”

You moan, squeezing him. Panting.

“Monaco yacht…” His hands grip you harder. “Dragged me into that fuckin’ cabin during the afterparty…made me sit on that little chair.”

You both breath out. Hips grinding harder as he fucks into you.

“Remember how many people were there? How many of them heard the fuckin’ chair squeaking under us every time you dropped down onto my cock?”

You’re gasping now. Head falling into his neck.

And he fucking loses it.

Mouth on your throat, sucking a bruise there, as his cock slams up into you.

“Hotels, rental cars, Fuck…in a fuckin’ golf cart. Remember that?” He hisses. “Bahrain. Climbed into my lap after practice, pushed your panties to the side, said you needed to calm down. Calm down.”

You’re sobbing.

“It’s the only way I want it now. Moaning. Grinding. Milking me.”

Your body seizes. Hips uncontrollable now.

“Y’gonna come again?” He grunts. “Make another mess on my cock like always?”

You nod into his shoulder. Unable to speak.

“Do it,” He groans. “C’mon, Bunny. Fuckin’ come all over me.”

And you do.

With a loud moan, cunt squeezing him tight. Shaking. Trembling.

And he was right there with you. Hips jerking as he comes inside you, groaning your name out like he didn’t want it to end.

“Bunny…bunny. Fuck, I fuckin’ love you.”

You collapse into him. Wrecked. Smiling.

“You’ll do it in the morning, yeah?”

You laugh. “Obsessed.”

He kisses your temple.

“Fuckin’ right.”

#lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 #f1 drabble #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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kingkaisen · 2 years ago

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𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI

Kento Nanami is a gentleman.

He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.

However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. There’s expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.

You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanami’s large hand is pressed against your back.

You’re having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanami’s hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanami’s breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.

Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.

“Sorry, if you’ll excuse us for a moment,” Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.

He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.

“Kento,” you whine. “We’re at a gathering.”

“I know,” he whispers into your ear. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.

You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.

“We need to leave,” he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. “If I don’t take you home now, I’ll cum right in my pants.”

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑! - GOJO

Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.

He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldn’t physically cum anymore.

Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.

And he couldn’t get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.

His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.

“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” he warned. “I’m gonna cum deep inside of you. You’re gonna take it all for me, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I gotta fill you up — I have to.” As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.

“You feel it?” He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. “You feel my cum, don’t you?”

“There’s so much of it,” you said with a soft moan.

He was still cumming and cumming, and it didn’t seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldn’t somehow.

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! - GETO

Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.

They were also downright filthy, too.

No matter where you both were — at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport — Geto couldn’t help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.

Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.

Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.

Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.

“Let’s head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Let’s see how much of your cum I can swallow.”

“Suguru,” you whispered softly. “We’re in public.”

“No one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I-”

“Shhh,” he smiled a bit, although you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we get home, but once we do, we’re gonna fuck and fuck all night long.”

He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘! - CHOSO

“Please,” a soft, desperate whine fell from Choso’s lips. “Make me cum again, please.”

The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.

“Ride me again,” Choso gripped your hips. “Please ride me again.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.

“You’re so impatient,” you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.

“Oh my god,” Choso whispered. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, okay? I need to cum again.”

Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.

“Baby, please . . . shit, baby. I can’t hold it, I can’t- please, oh fuck.”

Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning — he couldn’t speak well enough to say anything — Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.

You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.

“Another,” he whined softly. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.”

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑! - TOJI

When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.

He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.

But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.

Often, he’d say, “I’m gonna go piss,” while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.

He’d go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.

He’d typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.

But it wasn’t good enough.

After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didn’t smell like you — or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.

That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.

He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.

Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.

Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.

🏷: @sad-darksoul

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