#why is he sleeveless... whore...

[hollyoongs]

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡's 𝗩𝗘𝗥 !

prólogo You never thought that seeing your boyfriend in a sleeveless denim outfit, his shiny skin from the sweat and the cocky smile he made in each performance could generate a single thought. "What would it look like on the floor of your room?" [MASTERLIST]

elenco yang jungwon x f!reader

género smut with plot

antes de leer slightly mean dom!jungwon and submissive reader (they are so fucking horny) unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but there's no party without a birthday hat!), fingering, oral (both), riding, spit, choking (use of an object: bandana), dirty talk (mixed with praise), degradation at it's peak, petnames (baby, princess, slut, whore), daddy kink, breeding, squirting.

# palabras +2.9k

You have never wanted more for Jungwon to get off the stage, take you backstage, and fuck you senseless just like you are right now.

All the members were putting one hundred and one percent of their energy into the performance. You couldn't believe all this was happening, and you could make sure that even they themselves still didn't believe they were performing at Coachella, but they did. After so much effort and dedication achieved, you can say that they finally reached one of the many goals that they set for themselves.

But watching your boyfriend from the first row was something else; he got a slight modification on his outfit that made his arms visible, but he shone more than any garment he could wear. His sleeveless jacket clung to his skin in all the right places, giving the perfect view of his flexed arms every single time he had to dance, shiny due to the sweat.

Oh, and he fucking knew you were watching him. Otherwise, why would he have that cocky smile on his face?

Every time Jungwon passed by your side of the stage, his gaze would flicker to you—brief yet teasing. You felt your throat sore from all the screaming, your arms practically begging to rest from holding your phone up high for so long, and your body just wanted to lie down.

The only correct answer? There was no way in hell you'd stop. The set was almost over. You could tell by the way the members were pushing themselves even harder for 'Brought the Heat Back.' Jungwon's jaw was clenched when his solo was up, his hair damp and messy, strands sticking to his forehead and temples, looking wrecked in the most beautiful way.

The proud smile on your face was obvious as the lights dimmed and you left the stage quickly, even more so after hearing positive things from locals behind you that were watching them for the first time. You had to wait a moment before moving in the wave of people to the side entrance, hiding yourself from sasaengs that were near and eyeing everything.

After showing the security your pass, he nodded as he let you through. You were guided to the backstage and watched all seven members thanking all their staff for a successful first show. Jungwon was giving you his back, and Jay noticed you, tapping Jungwon's shoulder to get his attention and pointing you out.

The smile was now soft, eyes shining the moment he saw yours tearing up. Jungwon didn't even bother pretending to be chill about it—his feet quickly made their way towards you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"You were insane out there," you whispered in his ear, receiving a nod from him. You could hear his sigh, something he used to do when he wanted to prevent himself from crying. He broke the hug, his hands remaining on your waist as he leaned closer to finally kiss you, receiving whistles and screams from the rest.

You couldn't help but smile in the middle of the kiss, Jungwon's lips curving against yours as he pulled away just enough to see his shy smile.

"Jungwon, we are about to record for the 'EN-EPISODE'; be careful." said the manager with a kind smile, and Jungwon took your hand to go to a more private place. It was outside the big tent, but it was enough.

"Now, real question. How long would you take to go to my place?" You asked, your hands on his triceps to squeeze them slightly. He gave you a small smile as his hands went back to your waist, just a little lower this time.

"Honestly? Two hours, they want to do some interviews and videos, and we are doing a Weverse live after Coachella." You pout a little; you knew it would happen, but deep down you believe you had time with him. His fingers lifted your face by your chin and gave a quick peck. "Why the question?"

"Wanted to reward you."

He blinked at you—just once—before raising one of his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side. You could feel how the fingers on your waist tightened slightly.

"Oh yeah? What kind?"

"Can't tell, baby." Jungwon exhaled sharply through his nose, hands slipping just a little lower again, fingertips grazing over the waistband of your denim shorts. Your view went to the bandana around his arm, your fingertip poking it softly. "Just make sure you bring this with you."

"You're evil," he muttered, the smirk still plastered on his face as you laughed a little.

"Learned from the best." It was very short. The moment before Jungwon cut the distance between the two of you, his hand was firmly on the back of your head, the kiss was passionate and a little messy, and his other hand finally arrived at your ass before smacking it lightly. You couldn't hold the whine that escaped from your throat, your mouth open, and Jungwon took that sign to suction your tongue.

His lips finally parted from yours with a soft, wet pop, and he looked at his phone that was vibrating in his jeans. A message from Heeseung to say the final 'goodbye' for the video and start the other activities. "Fuck."

You laughed again as you cleaned the corner of his mouth, both of your lips swollen. "I have to go," he said.

"I know," you breathed, still clinging to him just a little. "I will be waiting."

He gave your cheeks a few kisses before he went back inside the tent, a staff member appeared again and guide you to the exist carefully. Now you had to kill time, two hours to be more specific.

You were amazed at how your neck didn't hurt, considering how many times you had turned your head to check the clock on the wall. Two hours never felt so long—but at least you sent a suggestive picture to your boyfriend after leaving the shower.

You had changed into something a little more comfortable, a baby blue satin slip dress that he bought you, when your phone notified you of a message from him. "On my way."

You tried to distract yourself in every way possible, cleaning up imaginary messes, fixing your hair and adding some gloss on your lips, even spraying a little more of the perfume he always loved to bury his face in.

When the knock finally came, you barely let him finish before opening the door. A black hoodie, grey sweatpants, hair still slightly damp from a quick shower, and the bandana—that was the first thing you noticed—wrapped around his wrist.

The door had barely shut before his hands were on you, your back pressing against the door to shut it completely, lips crashing into yours. You could feel the urgency in it, urgency that you also had.

His hands were south, his long, dainty fingers gripping your ass, a clear signal for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his strong arms under your thighs for support. You were starting to become a moaning mess; maybe it was the heat of his mouth, or it could be the not-so-gentle scrape of his teeth when he sucked your bottom lip like he missed the taste of you—but it made your entrance wetter by the second.

"No underwear? Fuck you."

"I'm trying," you said breathlessly, winning a laugh from him in the middle of it. With one hand, he made sure your door was fully closed before he carried you effortlessly, mouth back on yours, the kiss turning way more messy than before.

Your fingers tugged the bandana from his wrist, letting it fall to the bed as you buried your hands in his hair. He laid you down on the bed like something precious, but the hunger in his eyes said otherwise.

You supported yourself with your elbows as you watched him take off his shirt and hoodie at the same time; his "V" line caught your attention while he was tossing the clothes somewhere behind him. Lean muscle, a sculpted chest, and a face that someone would actually think he doesn't even kill a fly.

"You're staring." Your eyes went to his; you didn't break eye contact when your hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. You lowered it enough to catch two things: the fact that he was also not wearing underwear and how his cock was already leaking pre-cum.

"Somebody missed me…" you teased, gaining a small eyeroll from him. His left hand went to his cock, and his tip met your lips, tapping on them.

"Open up." You did as he said, tongue out, waiting peacefully to have it in your mouth. Once the tip of his cock met your mouth, you started to suck on it, hollowing your cheeks a little as your tongue swirled around his head. The salty and warm flavor had you moaning softly, the sound vibrating against him and making his breath hitch.

"Fuck," he muttered, one hand gripping the back of your head, not to force, but to steady himself properly. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust forward, and you let him. Your eyes flicking up to meet his again as you took him deeper.

His parted lips, brows furrowed as he was consumed in pleasure, and chest rising fast to control his own orgasm made him look beautifully wrecked.

"You look so pretty like this," he rasped. "Taking my cock so well."

Your hand instantly wrapped around the base of it, stroking in time with the way your mouth moved on him. You could feel the tension in his thighs before he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting your red, swollen lips to his tip, and you licked it away with a grin.

"You are such a tease," he said before his mouth crashed into yours again. You could feel the need to taste him on your tongue that made you whine and close your legs, your clit aching almost painfully. You didn't notice his fingers gliding through your soaked folds until he gave a small pinch to your sensitive bud.

You startled, and he simply smiled. "God, you're dripping," he said against your lips. "I barely touched you."

Your breath hitched as two of his fingers slipped inside you, curling perfectly and touching that sweet spot that made you throw your head back in delight, your hands now gripping the mattress below you two for dear life.

Your legs were already trembling as he worked you open, lips moving down your jaw, your neck, and then to your cleavage—kissing, licking, and gracefully sucking at the sensitive skin until you were gasping his name.

Then his fingers were gone, and you whimpered at the loss, but he was lying on the bed after taking off his pants and shoes. Since you knew what it meant, you put your legs at each side of his head, slowly taking the dress off your body, watching how he licked his lips the moment your dripping pussy was on top of him, clenching around nothing.

His hands gripped your thighs immediately, holding you in place with his eyes locked on your swollen center.

"Look at this," he muttered, almost to himself. "This pretty pussy wants my attention."

"Come on, baby. You earned this." Your hand found the headboard to steady yourself after your said that, but all control that you thought you had left your body the second his tongue flattened against your folds. Your loud and shameless moan combined with the groan he did.

He licked again, a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion again—this time focusing on flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your thighs were practically shaking on either side of his head, and he noticed it.

"You like riding my face, baby?" His voice sent vibrations right through your core, and you could swear that your knuckles were white from all the strength you used to hold yourself. "Then do it. Fuck yourself on my tongue. Don't stop unless I say so, princess."

Your stomach clenched at the command, and you simply obeyed—carefully grinding down, hips rolling over his mouth as he groaned once again like a man starved. You could feel his firm hands on your thighs doing everything but letting you loose—just on the edge of bruising.

He sucked your clit into his mouth without a warning, and your hips bucked, a broken cry falling from your lips.

"Yes—daddy!"

The nickname gained you a spank, one that also made you moan.

"Too much?" he asked, still working you. "Then get off. Go on."

You didn't move. You actually couldn't. You were a disaster, shaking, panting, legs like jello as the heat built faster than you could handle.

"That's what I thought," he smirked. His hands went to your hips to push you up just enough for him to sit, his back touching the headboard, and he slowly made his way down. It was embarrassing how easily he got his dick inside you.

"Fuck, I was about to cum."

"Then cum on my dick, princess." One of his hands took a strand of your hair to put it behind your ear. He then put both of his hands behind his head, a resting position to enjoy the moment. Cocky bastard. "You said I earned it, right?"

"You did such a good job on stage." Your hips start slowly going back and forth at the thought of him hours before. "You looked so hot."

"Did I?" You closed your eyes and nodded eagerly.

"I want you to pick me from the crowd and fuck me there." Your hands went to his shoulder to start a pace. He moaned louder; that filthy sentence rolling off your tongue so easily made his dick twitch inside you.

"Fuck, you are such a messy little slut for Daddy." His hands were again on your hips, helping you ride him. His fingers were digging into your flesh as he started guiding your hips into a rougher rhythm, making your nails sink into his shoulders. "Say it again,"

He demanded, eyes locked on yours. "Say what you want Daddy to do."

You could barely manage a whimper, your mind fuzzy from how full you felt.

"I want you to pull me from the crowd, bend me over the nearest surface, and fuck me in front of everyone." He suddenly pulled you out, manhandling you into being on all fours.

From the corner of your eye, you saw how he took the bandana, putting it around your neck, your back completely arched as he once again slammed his dick inside you, a broken moan at the feeling of the delicious intromission.

"Bend like this? You want to be used like that?" he growled against your ear. "Want everyone to see how I fuck you so good?"

"Yes, Daddy!" you cried out, the minimum lack of oxygen increasing the pleasure you were seeing". He used the new angle to fuck you even deeper—every snap of his hips making your moans rise in pitch every single time.

After a few minutes, the grip of the bandana left your neck, making you gasp for air, only to change your position. Now you were facing him from beneath, his hand gently wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just letting you feel the pressure of it. "You look so pretty wrapping me around your tight little pussy, baby."

Each thrust he made, his pelvis grinded against your clit just right. You were starting to feel that familiar knot that was about to snap in any second. "Open your mouth again, baby. You earned something too for being so good to me today."

Your mouth opened, and you saw his saliva slowly going down to your tongue. He couldn't control how filthy you looked swallowing that, and then he kissed you, his hips non-stop. Your mouth opened, drool coming from the corner of your mouth, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you going to cum just from getting fucked like this?”

Your body jerked beneath him as he drove into you again, angling even more perfectly to hit that spot inside you that made your back arch. You could barely form words anymore—just gasps and broken moans.

“That tight little pussy’s begging for it. Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

Your body obeyed, breaking apart as your climax crashed through you alongside him—loud and messy. You shook in his arms, crying out his name, your walls milking him.

Despite your orgasms, he still kept going. He flipped you on all fours again without warning, cock still buried inside you, and slammed back in with a growl. His mouth was giving kisses on your shoulder in a possessive manner.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled. “I’m going to make sure you’re dripping with me for days.”

Unlike the first orgasm, this one felt a little too familiar. You were crying again, head spinning as you felt the second orgasm and a big wave of overstimulation. It took you a final, deep thrust to squirt all over his dick, his whole body tensing as he continued to spill inside you, hips twitching through the aftershocks.

He got off of you, watching how his cum was dripping down your thighs alongside your squirt. "Good fucking girl, princess."

Both of you were breathless, drenched in sweat, but it was completely worth it. Because once again, he earned it so well.

TAGLIST (OPEN): @heesexual74 @vixialuvs @riqomi @beomgyus11 @starry-eyed-bimbo @rawrrxan @veilstqr @k1ttyjwon @fancypeacepersona @kittympirty (COMMENT TO BE ADDED)

─── HAPPY ENCHELLA WEEK ngl, i have never wrote something this freaky in a WHILE, but I hope you enjoy reading it, see you tomorrow for Heeseung's one <3

THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MY BIRTHDAY GIRL @intromortal happiest birthday love 💗‼️

[absinthehyuk]

like a part 2 where the reader just keeps on acting nonchalant like nothing happened and wonwoo gets more and more riled up. cause “why am i the only one going insane here” type of feelings. and he just ends up taking here in a dressing room or something cause damn they need to fuck

she’ll ride the dick like a carnival

pairing. idol! wonwoo + new staff! fem reader!

summary. since that one fateful night at his apartment, jeon wonwoo realizes that he is fucked. but not really, since he can’t seem to get you in his bed.

warnings. [PLEASE READ] dom/sub dynamics, slight dom wonwoo, dirty talk, use of nicknames, THICK dick and lowkey desperate wonu, reader is VERY nonchalant, implied mirror sex, riding, wonu almost cries… AGAIN, sloppy kisses on the tits, subtle jizz play — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. desperate sex that turns steamy and passionate is my favorite genre holy shit 😭 first time answering an ask! hope you like it :)

find part 1 here

jeon wonwoo could only watch you from across the waiting room as you pranced around in a midi skirt, chatting happily with the staff.

he wanted to cuss you out.

shifting in his chair, he pushed his glasses further up his nose, angrily sniffing.

how could you act like this?

how were you so nonchalant? so unbothered about the fact that you had him seeing stars merely 72 hours ago?

it had been 3 days since you had sucked the soul out of his body. 3 days since he couldn’t stop rutting his cock into his fist to the thoughts of you. 3 days since he had become insane.

he tried to get your attention, he really did. the poor boy would keep trying to pry anything out of your mouth that gave him a hint about your feelings.

but you were unpredictable, just as he had thought.

your face was like a wall — completely emotionless. any thought that passed through your head could barely be understood and wonwoo wanted to smash his head into the concrete at that realization.

“jeez, what’s got you this tense?” mingyu sits down next to him, adjusting his costume as he stared at his best friend. “i’m just… worried about the performance, nothing else.”

mingyu knew that wonwoo was lying.

hell, even wonwoo knew he was lying.

but none of them seemed to question each other as they sat in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

“wonwoo-ssi?” your voice called out to him. the boy singled out you and your sound amid nearly 50 people in the room, surprisingly springing to his feet as he walked towards you.

“your outfit is ready, follow me.”

the man silently walked behind you, striding toward the secluded attached room in the corner.

he pulled the curtain and stepped inside, and he was immediately handed his clothes. the outfit was simple— a sleeveless shirt and some baggy white jeans.

“i’ll be outside,” you nodded, bidding him farewell as you pulled the curtain.

sighing, wonwoo turned to look at himself in the mirror. his hardened cock stared at him in the face— a haunting image of the effect you had on him.

how am i the only one who is this riled up? he wondered. i can’t be the only one�� right?

he wasn’t.

you would be lying if you said your panties weren’t glued to your core since you walked in. the sight of him had your head spinning, wanting nothing more than to strip him down and pull his dick into your throat.

but of course, you were not some depraved whore.

you set boundaries after that night. he was your client, and you were his stylist. of course you weren’t supposed to suck him off!

the fitting next morning after the incident had made you lose your self control. you recall how you had to get yourself off in the bathroom, relishing in the thoughts of seeing wonwoo in a tight fitted suit.

but of course, you would never voice these thoughts out loud. being in the same room as him was punishment enough to remind you of your sins. you wondered if applying for a styling job for a different member would work—

“uh?” wonwoo’s deep voice cut off your lewd thoughts, making you shake your head to clear them out. “a little help?”

“you good?" you sighed. “i’m coming in,” sucking in a breath as you stepped inside the small box.

wonwoo was leaning against one of the mirrored walls, one leg up on a stool in the corner. “what’s wrong?” you searched for a solution in his face.

“i seem to be stuck in a seemingly hard situation.”

one look down to his hands, you immediately realized the problem.

wonwoo’s dick was hard, the bulge over his boxers made that evident. the problem? the sheer size of his chub was not allowing the zipper of his jeans to zip up.

the man had a small waist but also had weirdly broad hips. his pants always had to be altered so that they suited his body type.

however, this was a problem that no other stylist had ever had to deal with.

“what do i do?” wonwoo whined, pouting his lips as he pushed up his glasses.

“wonwoo-ssi,” you spoke. your voice remained surprisingly stable, despite the fact that you could feel your pussy pulsating.

“i think you need to solve this problem on your own,” you looked into his eyes, almost feeling bad at how he panted.

however, before you could turn around and leave, wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and caged you between his arms.

your back hit one of the mirrored walls, as a surprised gasp fumbled from your mouth.

“wonw—”

“for the love of god woman, do you not see what you do to me?”

the desperation in his voice made your knees buckle as you stared into his eyes, gaze alternating to his lips as he bit them.

wonwoo heaved as he inched closer towards your face. “give me one good reason why you shouldn’t take care of my problem. you’re the one that caused it after all.”

hearing him voice out his thoughts, you turned your head to the side, embarrassed by the effect his voice had on you. how was this even your fault—

but with a harsh grip, jeon wonwoo grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing to you look at him.

“can’t think of anything can you?” his head dipped down, tracing his teeth along your neck. the sensation made you hiss silently. “help me, please. what would carat think if i went out on stage looking like this?”

“sit,” is all you managed to say, voice enamoured with need.

you all but pushed wonwoo onto the iron stool in the corner, hauling yourself onto his lap as you crashed your lips into his.

fuck, your lips were way better than he had ever imagined. they were soft and pillowy as they engulfed his mouth, tongue grazing against his own as you ground down on his crotch.

wonwoo’s free hand pushed your head impossibly close as he licked into your mouth, wanting to memorize every crevice.

spit dribbles from your connected mouths, sloppy and wet kisses sounding obscenely loud in the secluded area. the man does not care that drool is now staining his tank top. he could never get enough of this.

his other hand gripped tightly onto your ass, groping and fondling the fat. after a second, he pulled away from you, glasses foggy and lips swollen as he tried to catch his breath.

“shit baby, i can’t take it anymore,” he whisper-screamed, tears coating his lashes. you wished you could burn this image into your head for the rest of your life.

you could only nod, ready to sink to your knees before wonwoo stopped you, tutting. “pull your panties to the side, doll,” he commanded, chest heaving.

the change in his tone had your thighs tingling. you pulled your midi skirt up, tucking the ends into the hem as you exposed yourself.

at the sight of your baby blue cotton panties, jeon wonwoo nearly growled.

the material was thoroughly soaked and ruined, a deep blue patch staining the cloth. as you pulled them to the side, he noticed how slicked up your heat was, a string of arousal connected your folds to the cotton.

you gripped onto his shoulders for support in your half-sitting position as he glided two fingers against your folds.

“so wet for me already, huh? don’t even need to work you up for my cock,” he smacked his lips. “filthy girl.”

wonwoo strained his ears to listen for any footsteps near the area as he sucked his dampened fingers into his mouth. your taste was making him dizzy, breath faltering as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

without wasting any more time, you pulled his cock out of its confines, sliding his boxers down just enough to free his length.

the sight of him always made you salivate. however, it was clear that he didn’t want that happening today.

steadily, you positioned yourself over him, hovering before you finally pushed his fat tip in.

the sensation had you moaning out loud— before he slapped his hand over your mouth. “shh! don’t be so loud baby, they will hear us,” he cooed.

you nodded frantically, slowly inching downwards as his dick began to fill you up. once he was bottomed out, you couldn’t help but sob into his palm.

“i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” he smirked, shushing you with sweet words as he let you adjust to his size.

wonwoo’s thick dick was buried up to your hilt, and you felt so incredibly full. your poor walls clenched around his cock, nearly making him bust.

without a word, the man beneath you grabbed at your waist, moving you up and down on his length, slowly. with him pistoning in and out of you, you could feel your senses going into overdrive.

wonwoo tugged your top down with his teeth, suckling along the valley of your breasts to keep himself quiet. your pussy felt incredibly tight, creaming him for all he was worth.

his strong arms continued to guide you, until your legs automatically adjusted to the pace. your body began to move on its own accord— tits jiggling in wonwoo's mouth with each bounce.

"f-fuck!" you whimpered, beginning to lose your mind. for a moment, he looks up at you through his glasses, smiling widely from between your breasts.

the bastard's cheeky grin has you forgetting your own name as he lapped his tongue around your skin like he fucking owned it.

"already going dumb on my cock? shi— you ride so well baby."

your bounces show him just how stretched you were, making wonwoo's stomach clench as he split you apart. you tease him a little by slowing down, grinding down on him as he bites his lips and throws his head back.

as his hands grab onto your cheeks to spread them, he accidentally catches a glimpse of your back in the mirror opposite to you two.

god, you looked so fucking hot.

without knowing why, you felt him twitch inside. "not gonna— oh shit! — last very long now baby."

at the sound of his confession, you bring a hand down to rub at your clit. taking the hint, he begins to rut back into you, using all his strength to fuck into your heat.

"p—please wonwoo hah! cum inside, please please please,"

you're not sure why you beg, but you're too cock drunk to process anything but the fact that you want him filling you up, stuffing your cunt full with his release.

"you su— fuck fuck fuck—" wonwoo whispers, biting down on your right tit to subdue the moan that was about to leave his throat.

with that and a grunt, he cums inside your pussy, filling you up to the brim. his length twitches inside you, shooting out excess spurts. feeling himself soften, wonwoo pulls out of you. you whine at the sudden sensation of feeling so empty.

the boy stays mesmerized at the way your cum mixes together, escaping your spent hole in small globs.

as a pathetic attempt, he uses two fingers to plug the release back inside you, making you whimper again at the sudden intrusion. "sorry," he apologizes, before placing your panties back where they belonged.

with a fluid motion, jeon wonwoo tucks himself back into his calvin klein boxers and then zipping his pants up, meeting your dazed eyes with another cute smile. "see? it fits now."

you can’t help but smile back at him, panting to catch your breath.

your thighs hurt from the awkward position, but you were sure that you would never have it any other way.

so, that's how you end up walking around the rest of the working day— wonwoo's cum safely filled up inside you, as you and him exchanged comically wide-eyed looks every few minutes, a shade of pink grazing your cheeks.

© absinthehyuk, 2024.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*JD's POV*

"Alright guys. I think we should split up. Check all the areas back here."

"Good idea JD."

"I'm gonna go check catering."

I pat his shoulder, walk past him and head to catering as I hear them discussing their plans. I pull out my phone to message my girlfriend.

JD: on my way babygirl! ❤️

Y/N: waiting on you! 😊

I smile, putting my phone back in my pocket, heading down the hallway to catering. I walk in, seeing she is the only one in the room, sitting on the table looking at her phone. I clear my throat as she looks up at me and smiles really big seeing me. She motions with her finger to come over to her, which I do because I am a big sucker for this woman. I put my hands on her thighs and she grabs my leather sleeveless jacket, pulling me in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as my hands slide up her thighs onto her hips and we start making out. We hear a slight noise and we break apart real quick looking around.

"Did you hear something?"

"I did. I'm gonna go before we get caught baby. I love you. I will see you back at the hotel."

"I love you too."

I give her one last kiss before I head out of catering to go find the rest of The Judgement Day.

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*later on in the show*

I am sitting on the couch, on my phone texting Y/N with Dom sitting next to me not paying attention and Rhea is sitting on the arm of the chair watching the TV for whatever match is on. My phone buzzes causing me to smile than frown seeing the message.

Y/N: we are screwed.

What does that mean? Before I can answer her, Damian and Finn walk in looking at us. Damian points to me looking pissed off and my eyes go wide.

"JD. Come here. Now."

I get up slowly coming over to him and Finn. Everyone crowds around us as Finn pulls out his phone.

"Finn has something to show to you and everyone. Than you got some explaining to do."

Finn plays the video and it is a video of me and Y/N making out in catering. I gulp as they all turn and look at me.

"What is that JD? Huh?"

Rhea gets in my face as I back away from them all staring at me. I say nothing, just look down at the ground.

"You were supposed to be finding Jey Uso with us but instead you run off to this little whore instead! I'm gonna take care of her."

Rhea storms out of the room as the others just continue to stare at me. I start to feel myself getting angry second after second. I push through them and storm out of the clubhouse.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on a production box backstage, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I look up seeing Rhea Ripley is walking towards me and she doesn't look like she is in a good mood. I go to get up but she pushes me back down on the box.

"What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to break up The Judgement Day?!"

She is standing infront of me so I can't get up. I look at her and cross my arms.

"I am not trying to break up your precious Judgement Day. Little Dom Dom seems to be doing that."

She takes a deep breath looking at me with a pissed off face. I smirk knowing I got under her skin with that comment.

"Just stay away from my boys. Got it?"

"That will be really hard for me to do though."

I smirk while saying that sarcastically.

"I mean it Y/N. Don't test me."

She walks away and I smirk knowing I pissed her off.

_________________________________________

*a week later*

"Hey Y/N. Why aren't you in the clubhouse?"

I look up to see Carlito walking over to me. I make a puzzled face at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You are part of Judgement Day, aren't you? Since you are dating JD, that should make you part of Judgement Day."

"You are right Carlito. Let's get to the clubhouse."

He puts his arm around my neck and we walk to the clubhouse laughing with each other. We get to the clubhouse and walk in seeing only Jordan is sitting on the couch. He stands up seeing me and Carlito. He runs over and wraps me into a hug.

"Baby. What are you doing here?"

I hug him back and he looks at me smiling.

"Carlito said since I'm dating you, that should make me a part of Judgement Day. So I came with him to the clubhouse."

"Rhea and Damian are gonna be pissed."

"Oh well! Let's play some video games!"

All three of us grab the controllers and start playing.

_________________________________________

*an hour later almost the start of Raw*

I am standing next to Carlito trying to mess him up as we play the wwe game. Jordan is behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, head on my shoulder, watching us. We don't hear the clubhouse door open and close.

"JD! Carlito! What is going on here?!"

Jordan let's go of me and Carlito pauses the game as we all turn around. Carlito holds up the controller smiling.

"Just playing a friendly game. Something wrong?"

I bite my bottom lip looking at Rhea and Damian standing before us. Rhea looks directly at me.

"I told this little whore to stay away from you guys."

"Hey. Don't call her a whore. That's my woman."

Jordan steps infront of me getting in Rhea's face. Rhea crosses her arms looking him straight in his face. I bite my lip harder watching Jordan stand up for me. Normally I do it myself but it is hot when he does it. I lean over Jordan's shoulder looking at Rhea.

"Carlito said since I'm dating JD, that I should be considered a member of The Judgement Day. So he showed me to the clubhouse."

"Carlito! Outside the clubhouse right now. We need to talk."

Carlito, Rhea and Damian walk out of the clubhouse leaving me and Jordan. He turns and looks down at me when I grab his face and kiss him hard. He kisses me back grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He pulls back looking into my eyes.

"If they say you can't be part of The Judgement Day, than I am leaving the group for you baby. I love you so much."

"I love you so much too Jordan."

Rhea comes back in with Damian and no Carlito. Rhea looks at me than at Damian crossing her arms than back at me again.

"We came to an agreement. You can hang out here in the clubhouse as long as you are dating JD. Just don't be all lovey dovey infront of us please."

"Thank you Rhea and Damian."

Damian smiles, pats Jordan on the shoulder than walks out of the clubhouse. Rhea shakes her head and walks out as well. Jordan grabs my face again and kisses me hard. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck. Carlito comes back into the room without us hearing him.

"Now that's cool."

[moo-blogging]

Happy holidays to you all lovely people, here's some spicy Levi thoughts for you (EXCEPT FOR CHILDREN, GO WATCH DIGIMON OR SOMETHING):

Young, thug Levi angry f-king you because he was jealous:

It was not like you and Levi were in a relationship. You did see each other and sleep in each other's houses from time to time. You were not officially a thing but it was not like you are seeing other people too. You just hit it naturally.

One day, Levi saw you having dinner with the merchant's son from the surface. He booked an entire restaurant and asked his private chef to cook for you. You sold fake alcohol to his father and Levi provided protection for them whenever they visited the Underground. Levi knew the son had an eye for you.

But this was not in his agenda. The son was being protected by another thug gang and you were wearing your sleeveless tops with a short tight skirt that showed your thighs. You saw Levi watching you from the rooftop but you acted like you did not see him and continued the dinner. You were sure Levi was pissed.

But when the son asked you to sleep with him, you told him that you sell fake alcohol, not your body. And you left after you take the last drag of the expensive wine he brought from the surface.

.

When you slammed the door shut and bolted the door, you turned to see a familiar silhouette in the dark living room. You rolled your eyes and lit the lamp by the door.

"The fuck you sit in the dark for?" you blew the match off.

Levi did not turn, "so now you're sleeping for money, huh? Like a whore?"

You set the lamp on the coffee table and dropped your belongings onto the floor. Pulling your tops off your head, you replied, "yea, why? Do I need your permission to sleep with someone else? I'm not yours, Levi."

Just as your vision cleared when your tops was off your face, Levi was inches from your face. You jolted in shock, but Levi pushed you onto the sofa. You fell face first onto the seat, and Levi pinned you down from behind.

"You're mine and only mine, Y/N," you heard Levi unbuckling his belt. "Imma fuck you until you remember that."

You felt the cool air on your butt cheeks as Levi pushed your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side. You tried to protest, "wai-," but Levi pushed his hardened penis into your hole.

You screamed in pain and you squeezed your inside in response. Levi pulled your upper body up and lean you against the backrest of the sofa. Your body was shaking as you adjust to his size. He unclipped your bra and grabbed your chest. He pinched your hardened nipples as he bit into your neck.

Your heart was palpitating quickly and you were panting from the shock. You could feel your hole squeezing and releasing on itself as you adjust to his size. With Levi's big, rough palms on massaging your breasts, you could feel yourself getting heated.

"Levi.." you moaned his name. He licked the side of your neck before sucking your skin. You moaned again.

Levi released one of your breasts, and pushed two of his fingers into your opened mouth. You sucked on his fingers before he pulled out. With his wet fingers, he massaged your sensitive bean above your hole. With just a brush of his fingers, your body jolted with pleasure. Using his knees, Levi spread your legs and your hips were against his body. His fingers were moving in circles, rubbing your bean. An electric shock of pleasure zapped from your lower body to your brain, and your first instinct was to grab his hand. But Levi moved faster. He grabbed yours with his other hand and secured them by your neck.

You groaned in pleasure. You couldn't help but rub your ass on Levi's body. You felt your hole had loosen up and your walls were lubricated by your and Levi's precum. Levi felt it too.

"Fuck, you're so horny," Levi pressed your body onto the headrest of the sofa, your knees buried deep in the sofa. He had his palms on your hips firmly. And he pulled out his hardened penis from your hole before slamming deep into you again. Your eyes rolled as his cock rubbed on your walls and hit into your sweet spot so good. You screamed, but Levi did not give you time to enjoy.

He continued thrusting his hip, pulling back and slamming into you again and again. The pressure of your bodies hitting together and the wet noises from your lower body overtaken your head. Your eyes were rolled into the back of your empty head as your body was overstimulated with pleasure with every thrust. Your fingers dug into the sofa, knees shaking, threatening to give way but Levi's thighs were supporting yours upright.

Weak moans escaped your throats as your mouth left agape. Your head was blank and your closed your eyes when you cummed. You could feel the warm wetness between your legs, and Levi groaned as he felt it too.

"Shi'-" Levi pulled out and cummed on your lower back. You were panting, sucking in mouthful of air. Your body was still numb with pleasure and excitement, but Levi wouldn't let you rest.

He pushed you, back first, onto the sofa and folded your knees to your chest. "Levi! Wait!' you cried.

But Levi wouldn't listen. He pushed himself into your swollen and red hole, and started fucking you hard again. You clenched your hole involuntarily as you threw your head back, moaned in pleasure. Levi lifted himself up and slammed into you deeper. You screamed.

Levi grabbed one of your breasts, "yes, scream! Scream my name! Let them know I fuck you good!" Levi bent over to suck your nipple. Your were attacked with two pleasure points at once. One on your nipple and one between your legs, and you couldn't focus on which one was better. You were overstimulated. You could think of nothing but Levi, so you screamed his name over and over.

Levi's cock penetrating your wet walls and hitting your sweet spot made you cummed so many times your lower body was wet with body fluid. Your body was having involuntary spasm, and Levi knew you were at your limit.

He grabbed your face and crashed into your lips harshly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You were fighting his tongue with yours but you lost. Levi pulled away, and whispered, "I'll make you cum until I say stop."

With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched your clit. Your overstimulated body went overboard, and your body jerked in response. You cummed so hard your body was shaking. Levi pulled out his penis and ejected his warm fluid onto your tummy.

He then collapsed onto you, his head resting on your shoulder. You both laid there for a while, panting for air. Your warm and slimy bodies slowly intertwined as you wrapped your arms around his back. After a while, you felt light kisses on your shoulder. Levi was kissing your skin gently.

He slowly went up your neck. You tilted your head and met his lips with yours. Your lips locked, sucking on each other hungrily, tongues dueling each other. You both pulled back at the same time, staring at each other with half closed eyes.

Levi swallowed and said, "be mine, Y/N. Because I'm already yours."

You echoed, "I'm already yours, Levi."

[hyunsvngs]

Getting shared by 3RACHA in the studio ‼️

Showing up in a dress with nothing on underneath but that’s unknown to them until you lay on the couch waiting for them to finish until you get impatient and Jisung jokingly says to just fuck yourself- little did he know you just would if they wouldn’t 😚😚

So then you just lay yourself back down on the couch and pull the hem of the dress up above your hips and start touching yourself since you apparently have to do everything yourself👎

god this is really speaking to me. this got quite long tho so under the cut <3

jisung sat there in his bucket hat, pulled low over his eyebrows and his mask pulled down under his chin. you’re needy, he can see that - he’s been sat on the sofa next to you for the past hour while changbin and chan work on a track. changbin looks just as delectable, the black fabric of his shirt pulled almost to the breaking point over his muscles and chan’s sleeveless shirt sending you into haywire.

you needed something. anything.

trying to be patient, your fingers fumbled with the hem of your sundress. you’d tried to be all pretty for them - even though you’d just be keeping them company at their studio, you wanted to be something nice to look at. you’d foregone panties in the hope that the sundress wouldn’t even be long, but well… it’s been a while, now, and you’re worried your pussy is going to start soaking the leather of the sofa.

sighing deeply, you turn to jisung. “sungie, can we…? i’m feelin’ a bit, um, needy.”

jisung turns to you, raising an eyebrow. he’s smirking, head tilted to the side. he nods towards changbin and chan, engrossed in their work. “needy, huh? you can see they’re busy. why don’t you fuck yourself? we won’t mind.”

the joking lilt to his voice is missed completely by you in your horny daze. you plant your feet up on the sofa, turning to face jisung completely as you hike up your dress onto your hips. the flurry of movement exposes your pussy instantly, and jisung’s jaw drops when his eyes land on your wet folds.

“i didn’t- you’re actually gonna?!” he sounds astonished, cocky expression replaced with a flustered blush to his round cheeks. you sigh when your fingers make contact with your folds, using the slick that had accumulated to rub around your clit teasingly.

“mm, since i have to do everything myself…” you let your eyes flutter shut, head hitting the armrest of the sofa with the relaxed state of your body. you’re rubbing mindless circles on the little button between your legs, hips shifting slightly into the pleasure.

you’re just building into your peak when your arm is snatched from your body. your eyes open to see chan, looming over you with that facial expression he rarely gets unless he’s extremely pissed off. changbin is turned towards you in the computer chair, headphones slung around his neck and that sexy downwards smile on his face. jisung’s still staring at you in shock.

“what do you think you’re doing?” chan says, voice steady and firm. you shrug.

“well, apparently i gotta do everything around here, so-“

chan scoffs, cutting you off abruptly. “changbin, c’mere. i’m gonna need you to hold her down, she’s gonna get squirmy during this one.”

♡ juno

p.s i’m a whore for 3racha

[tortured-writers-parttime-poets]

police izuku au

i dunno how i didnt think of this before bc i actually love reading fics of this au

this is gonna be a bit unorganized because its straight from my notes app but oh well

-izuku being one of the youngest graduates of the police academy/helping out so much at the station that they just go 'fuck it' abd give him a license

-IZUKU WITH GUNS !!!

-he also does part time detective work because his analysis is unmatched

-he has degrees in psychology, criminology, social work, and he's a licensed EMT + his detective/police shit

-everyone knows him in the station, and so do heroes that frequent there like eraserhead

-hes basically naomasa's son

-he has coffee+smoking addictions but hes stoll the sunshine boy of the police

-though once or twice they've seen him get real mad on the field and the officers that witnessed it are vaguely terrified of him

-but he's still baby

-martial arts !!!! his local dojo is his third home, only behind the station and his shitty but cozy apartment. 

-he's been doing minor detective work since he was fourteen, at fic time he's like 16 and also managed to stop the war by predicting attacks and arresting/saving and rehabilitating the league and shooting afo through the head.

-the hero students know of and have seen him at this point but havent spoken to him

-they just kind of see him popping up everywhere and hanging around crime scenes and periodically annoying tsukauchi and eraser because he's a chaotic neutral gremlin

-he would be chaotic lawful but he's only lawful where the law can see

-He should have never met nedzu.

-he's chaotic neutral because while he is technically a Good Guy, he does chaotic (illegal)shit when he wants where he wants because he wants to and has no survival instincts

-he's lowkey kind of depressed/suicidal

-hes also on anxiety meds which tend to ramp up the sucidal thoughts for some fucking reason

-so thats why he isnt a jittering ball of nerves, stuttering and other cringe shit

-also because he got that shit beat of out him like he's hella traumatized

-also kinda psychotic but its cool

-he laughed in bakugous face once

-legit looked down at him(cuz i made izu tall), smirked, snorted, and burst out laughibg while bakugou was threatening him.

-"id say im sorry but im not, its just hard to take you seriously when i have to crane my neck to look down at you-" then turned around and walked away towards the detective, still giggling

-bakugou was so stunned he didnt go after him.

-HE HAS A MULLET !!! ITS  NOT SUPER NOTICEABLE BUT ITS THERE

-he also has his ears pierced, 

-the earing on his left ear is one he had custom made from a piece of his jawbone he had to get removed after he got fucked up on the field one time

-its sick as fuck and he'll tell the story to whoever asks, its not a sensitive thing

-his jaw is a bit crooked too like u can see where the chunk is missing

-not super noticeable but still there

-he's like 6'2, so noticeably much taller than naomasa, but the detective still likes to ruffle his hair, even though he has to reach up now. 

-sometimes he looks at him and sighs, grumbling about how his son is all grown up now

-1A and 1B  are 2A and 2B at fic time, and simce the war never happened (for them), they are significantly less traumatized

-izuku however was at the frontlines when they went in for the final takedown of the league,

-so he's traumatized enough for all of them.

-he's covered in scars from knives, bullets, claws, SH, etc etc

-he's also ripped

-gotta be for the police work

-not like aizawa ripped but if he rolled up the sleeves on a button up and crossed his arms the seams of the shirt would be straining.

-one time he was in one of those tight sleeveless shirts that have bare hips (yk the ones whore) and he got called in so he didnt change and everyone got a good look at all the muscles and scars 

(//👁️////👁️//)

-the UA students were there too because he was called in (optionally) to help with training shit and he just didnt bother to change 

-they were simpin fr

-he's aroace tho <333 (projecting) 

-tsuki tossed him a double thigh holster 4 knives which made his baggy cargo pants a bit less baggy and a bit more *cough* defined (cue more student simping)

-he's completely unaware of the effect hes having on them btw

-and fingerless gloves with padded+built in brass knuckles!!! he already had those on tho

-hes just funky like that

[toxickehlani]

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟥,𝟥𝟢𝟢

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝖨💘: 𝖬𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖸𝗈𝗎

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Amelia's POV

   𝗠𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗗 to the bright sun blinding me, shining through the window's blinds. I let out a groan, stretching my limbs above my head. Since I was up before Jonathan, I climbed out of bed and headed to my attached bathroom. I turned on the water and pulled out lounge cloth. When I knew the water was to my liking, I stripped off my clothes and stepped inside the glass enclosure.

   Standing under the hot water, I moaned and massaged my shoulders, relaxing the muscles. I squeezed my shower gel onto my mesh sponge and began washing. After washing my body, I turned the water off, stepped out, and wrapped a towel around myself. Once dry, I wore black Nike leggings, an oversized white shirt, and black Nike crew socks. When I tossed my hair into a bun, I grabbed my phone and headed to the kitchen.

   The time on the microwave read 9:45, so I knew Jonathan would wake up soon for work, so I decided to make him breakfast. Taking out all the ingredients, I started cooking pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and sausage for us. As I grabbed the pan out of the oven, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from my bedroom and knew my boyfriend was awake. I knew he'd smell the scent of food in the making once he was dressed and out of the shower. Hell, anything cooking would wake him up from the dead.

   Suddenly, when I flipped a pancake over in the pan, I felt arms wrap around my waist. I smiled as my boyfriend kissed my neck, and we softly swayed.

"You have the kitchen smelling good in here," Jonathan mumbled, kissing my head.

"Thank you." I smiled, beginning to make my boyfriend a plate. "Here you go."

"This looks so good. Thanks, babe." Johnathan smiled, grabbing his plate. "This would be better if you were naked."

   Turning to my ignorant boyfriend, I glared at him as he laughed. "Go sit and eat before this ends up being the last time I cook for you."

   Jonathan grinned as he made his way to the living room and couch as I grabbed my plate. Following my boyfriend, I sat beside him, watching Kevin Hart: Laugh At My Pain. As I put my empty dish in the sink, I hear my phone beginning to ring. I grabbed it to see Jessibelle calling me.

Hello?

Tootsie🏹🤍 - Oh, so you're awake?

Yes. Why?

Tootsie🏹🤍 - Cass said you were getting some dick.

I did, and what about it?

Tootsie🏹🤍 - Ha, I knew it fucking whore.

Whatever. What's up?

Tootsie🏹🤍 - We're going to the nail salon. Do you want to come with us?

Sure, what time?

Tootsie🏹🤍 - Now I'm on my way to your place.

Okay, I'll get ready.

Tootsie🏹🤍 - Okay, bye.

Bye bye.

   Walking into my bedroom, I tossed my phone on the bed and searched the closet for an outfit. After contemplating what to wear, I dressed in a white ribbed button-front sleeveless bodysuit, light-washed distressed shorts, and mint green Hermes Oran leather sandals.

   I placed my mint green Chanel cotton cloche bucket hat on my head before grabbing my white Chanel chain wallet shoulder bag, walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Where are you off to?" Jonathan asked, eyeing my outfit with lust.

"Nail salon with the girls," I replied, drinking the cold beverage.

"Oh, you want some money?" My boyfriend questioned, picking up his phone off the coffee table.

"You don't have to," I said, shaking my head.

"No, I want to." He smiled, nodding his head.

   Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my purse to see a notification from CashApp.

Cash App - Jonathan sent you $300 for nails.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to," I said, leaning down to kiss his lips.

"You know I don't mind." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

   The vibrating sound made me look at it to see a text from Jessibelle.

Tootsie🏹🤍 - I'm outside.

Ok, I'm on my way down.

"Well, I'll see you later." I smiled, waving at my boyfriend as I walked out the door.

   Getting on the elevator, I rode to the lobby and got off when the machine stopped. As I left the building, I saw Jessibelle's car waiting for me. A smile came to my face as I opened the door and got in the back seat with Michelle.

"Nice to see you're up and moving," Michelle smirked, turning to me.

"Right, texting me that you were getting some dick last night," Cassandra replied, laughing from the passenger seat.

"I was feeling well last night, though. The jungle juice was getting to me." I giggled, leaning my head against the window.

"That juice made all of us feel good." Michelle chuckled, nodding her head.

"You got that right," Jessibelle replied, pulling up to a red light.

   Once the light turned green, Jessibelle continued driving to our nail lady. Arriving at our destination, we exited the car and headed inside, where the owner, Mrs. Kim, greeted us.

"Mrs. Kim, how are you?" Jessibelle asked, hugging the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

"I'm good. You, ladies, are so beautiful." Mrs. Kim smiled, complimenting us.

"Thank you," I replied, hugging the woman.

   Cassandra, Jessibelle, Michelle, and I have been coming to Gloss Nail Bar for three and a half years. We're regular customers, and the employees do fantastic work.

"Come on. I have your seats ready." Mrs. Kim smiled, waving us over.

   Following the establishment's owner, she led us to four empty pedicure chairs. I slipped my shoes and socks off, placing my feet in the tub. The warm water felt good on my feet. One of Mrs. Kim's employees approached me smiling as she added salts to the water.

"Hello, how are you today?" A young girl appearing to be around my age greeted me. "My name's Angie."

"I'm doing good, and you?" I politely questioned, returning the smile.

"Great, taking the days day by day," Angie replied, rolling her cart over before she sat down. "So what are we doing today?"

"A simple white gel pedicure," I replied, smiling at her.

"Coming right up." Angie nodded, grabbing the foot products.

   After Angie let my feet soak for about ten minutes, she grabbed my foot and started cutting my toenails, exfoliating my feet, and rubbing a cherry blossom lotion into my calves. Now, I had to admit that with how she massaged my feet, plus the relaxing chair working the knots out in my back, I was on cloud nine and didn't want to come down. The next thing I knew, my eyes closed, my head leaned back, and I dozed off.

"Girl, I know you're not asleep," Cassandra said, making me open my eyes, and I looked at her.

"Girl, with how this chair feels and Angie is making love to my calves, I can't help it." I laughed, glancing at my friends.

"I know, right This shit feels good." Michelle nodded, grinning at me.

"How does shopping sound after this?" Jessibelle asked, looking at the three of us.

"Sounds good to me." I smiled, leaning my head back against the seat.

I didn't care what Angie did to my toes as long as she didn't stop making me feel this good. After she painted my feet, she began working on my fingers at her station. Once I was finished and paid, the workers finished Michelle and Cassandra's nails. Finally, after Jessibelle paid for her fresh set, the four of us said bye to Mrs. Kim before getting in Jessibelle's car. Arriving at the mall, she parked, we stepped out, and headed inside.

The first store we walked to was Fashionnova since they had a 30% off sale. I found a cute pair of ripped jeans, a sexy black cut-out midi dress, and a few tops.

Jonathan’s POV

Yet again, another client drove away satisfied with my services. The car needed a wheel alignment and shocks on it. While waiting for another vehicle to arrive, I pulled out my phone and texted Amelia.

Are you still at the nail salon?

my one and only🧁💕 - No, I'm at the mall with the girls

What are you buying?

my one and only🧁💕 - Nothing in particular.

Buy something sexy for me🥺

my one and only🧁💕 - Why so you can ruin it?

Exactly😁

my one and only🧁💕 - Do you like my nails?

Yea, they're cute, but they would look better wrapped around my dick🥵

my one and only🧁💕 - You're so nasty😂

Only for you, bebita.

my one and only🧁💕 - Shouldn't you be working?

Te extraño. ( I miss you )

my one and only🧁💕 - I miss you too, but get back to work before you get fired😘

Fine, I'll ttyl✌️❤️

Sticking my phone back in my pocket, I returned to work. The following vehicle that came in was a white Honda Accord that needed a wheel alignment and antifreeze. After another three hours, lunchtime finally arrived. Felipe's Aunt Yoselin brought us her famous chicken & beef tamales. When she handed the bag to him, my stomach instantly growled with hunger.

"Tell your Tia Yoselin I said he tamales are to die for," I mumbled with a mouth full of food.

"I'll tell her." Felipe nodded, biting into his third tamale.

"Damn, these are good as fuck." I praised, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded in my mouth.

"Hell yeah," Diego replied, agreeing with me.

Felipe stood up, walked over to the small ice chest, and grabbed three cans of Sprite before handing one to us.

"Thanks, bro." I smiled, opening the can and taking a swig of it.

"So, what happened to you and Amelia last night? I didn't see you after you went inside the house." Diego asked, looking at me from his phone.

"I went outside to talk to Amelia. She confronted me about why I've been ghosting her the past couple of weeks." I explained, washing down my tamale with the soda before continuing, "I apologized to her and went back to the party, but we were there for ten minutes before I decided to go home and fuck her."

"Ya'll did what?" Felipe questioned, laughing at me.

"We fucked last night." I clarified, grinning at him.

"Was it good?" Diego inquired with a smirk on his face.

"I had her speaking in tongues." I nodded, chuckling at him.

"I know that's right," Diego replied, slapping my shoulder.

"Don't get me wrong, I love Amelia with everything in me, but sometimes she smothers." I expressed, shaking my head.

"That's why I'm single." Diego joked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Man, shut the fuck up. We all know Michelle has you by the huevos." I said, smacking my lips.

"No, she doesn't." He denied, smiling at us.

"Man, whatever." He waved us off, shaking his head.

"She does. We know who wears the pants in the relationship." Felipe laughed, clapping hands with me.

Felipe and I laughed at Diego's facial expression. We stood up, throwing our trash away before lunch had ended.

Jessibelle's POV

The girls and I were in the mall for at least four hours buying unnecessary shit, but we didn't care. We left the mall and piled our bags into the trunk. I climbed into the driver's seat, fastened my seatbelt, and drove out of the parking lot. Michelle wanted to see Diego, so I stopped by the Mechanic Masters, where the guys worked. When we arrived, we headed inside, where Diego's friend Jaiden sat at the reception desk.

"Hey, James." I smiled, greeting him with a smile.

"Jessibelle. Long time no see." He nodded, laughing a bit.

"I know it's been a while, but seeing you again is good," I replied, running a hand through my curly hair.

"Yeah," He said, averting his gaze to Cassandra, who sat on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

"Talk to her," I whispered, nodding toward my friend.

"I've tried to. The last time we met up, we didn't do much talking." Jaiden explained, shaking his head.

"You guys are messing around again?" I asked, arching an eyebrow in curiosity.

"It was that one time we met up." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"I guess I can try to convince her to talk to you," I suggested, pursing my lips in thought.

"Thanks, Jessi, I appreciate it." Jaiden nodded, thanking me for my following action.

"You're more than welcome." I smiled, nodding back at him.

Walking over to Cassandra, who sat on the sofa now taking pictures, I sat beside her, making her look at me.

"You two seemed cozied up." Cassandra teased, grinning at me.

"We were talking," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"About what?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

"You." I cheekily smiled, flashing my teeth.

"Why me?" My best friend asked, looking at me confused.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" I suggested crossing one leg over the other.

"Why should I?" Cassandra asked, picking at freshly painted nails.

"He wants to talk to you." I nodded, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"I don't see why. I have nothing to say to Jaiden." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Jaiden told me he wants to be on good terms with you," I claimed, shrugging my shoulders.

"He told you that?" Cassandra asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, he did." I nodded, answering her question.

"Okay, fine." She sighed after contemplating for a couple of minutes.

Cassandra's POV

   Walking over to where Jaiden stood behind the reception desk, I leaned against it as my heart pounded. Why was I suddenly feeling nervous.

"Hey, Cassandra." Jaiden smiled, greeting me.

"Let's skip introductions like we're strangers. You wanted to talk, so what's up?" I questioned, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Okay. I know the last time we met, we didn't get to talk about our situation." He addressed, rubbing his hands on his jeans.

"Which was all your fault," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't want to talk out here; come on." Jaiden sighed, nodding his head for me to follow him.

   Shaking my head, I walked behind him to the office in the back and sat in a chair against the wall.

"This is pointless," I said, sighing through my nose.

"Work with me, Cass, please." My former lover pleaded, leaning his elbows on his knees.

"What the fuck do you mean work with you? I've tried to work with you." I gasped, widening my eyes in shock.

"No, you haven't. Every time I've tried talking to you about it, you'd reject me or ignore me." Jaiden explained, making me feel guilty. The sincerity in his eyes told me he was telling the truth.

"Well, we wouldn't be in this situation if you didn't stick your dick in that nasty bitch, Mercedes!" I argued, pointing my finger at him in anger.

"I said I was sorry damn. What more do you want from me?" He wailed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nothing. I want nothing from you but to leave me alone, please." I begged, standing up and opening the door.

   As I got ready to walk out, Jaiden grabbed my shoulder and slammed me against the door.

"Can't you see I fucking love you? I got love for you, and I'm in love with you." My ex-boyfriend breathed, pressing his forehead against mine.

   Rolling my eyes, I scoffed before speaking, "Yeah, right, dude, no, you don't."

   The next thing I knew, Jaiden crashed his lips to mine. My lips moved against his with a mind of their own as a moan threatened to escape my throat. Realizing what was happening, I pushed my former lover away and slapped him across the face as hard as possible. He stumbled back and stared at me in disbelief. As I stared at him, all of the hurt and pain came out in the tears I released.

   I hit Jaiden, slapping him on his shoulders and arms, crying my eyes out. "I hate you. I hate you for making me feel like this."

   Jaiden grabbed my hands and pressed me against the nearest wall, saying, "Sleeping with Mercedes was a mistake, and I'm sorry that it happened."

   Through my tears, I stared into Jaiden's brown eyes as my mind and adrenaline ran. I started thinking if I should give him another chance because he was sincere in his apology, and not every relationship is perfect. He wiped my face, making me lean into his soft but calloused hands. Letting out a sigh, I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed him with passion. His arms went around my waist, squeezing my ass through my jeans.

   Finally, I pulled away from our kiss and pressed my forehead against his as we enjoyed each other's presence. After a few minutes of silence, I spoke.

"I'll give you another chance, but if you hurt me again, I will come for you like you've never seen before." I sternly said, staring into his eyes.

   Jaiden nodded his head in understatement, and I knew that he knew I was serious. "I understand."

Pushing Jaiden away from me, I exited the room and walked to the lobby, where Jessibelle was playing Candy Crush on her phone.

"Did you guys talk?" She asked, looking up from her phone.

"Yes, we did." I nodded, answering her question.

"What happened?" My best friend questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

"I told him I'd take him back, but if he hurts me again, he's a dead man," I explained, shrugging my shoulders.

"How do you feel?" She inquired, rubbing my shoulder in comfort.

"I'm happy, but I just don't want to get hurt again," I responded, trying not to overthink my decision.

"I'm happy as long as you're happy," Jessibelle replied, smiling at me.

"Thank you." I laughed, pulling Jessibelle into a hug.

   The girls and I stayed in the lobby, talking and laughing for two hours. As I followed Amelia out the door, I heard Jaiden's voice calling after me, making me stop.

"Hey, Cass, is your number still the same?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, it is," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Okay, I'll call you tonight," Jaiden said, smiling at me.

"I'll answer if I'm not already asleep," I responded, walking to Jessibelle's car.

   Smirking, I got in the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt. Since Amelia and Michelle were going home when their men got off, they were going to stay. After Jessibelle dropped me off at my apartment, I hugged her goodbye and walked toward the building. Once I unlocked the door, I entered my apartment and closed it before heading to my room. I sighed, deciding to take a shower.

   After turning on the water and letting it heat up, I stripped off my clothes and stepped inside the glass enclosure. Once I washed up, I wrapped a towel around my body and dried it in my room. I changed into a butterfly FX print triangle bralette and matching butterfly FX print boy shorts. As I climbed into bed, preparing to sleep, my phone started ringing.

   I groaned, grabbing it to see Jaiden's number calling me.

Hello?

+1 (941) 780-6156 - What are you doing?

I was about to lie down and sleep, but you called. What is it?

+1 (941) 780-6156 - Sorry. I wanted to check up on you.

Really?

+1 (941) 780-6156 - I wanted to tell you thank you for giving me a second chance.

Please don't make me regret it.

+1 (941) 780-6156 - I won't. I promise.

Okay bye.

+1 (941) 780-6156 - Bye.

   After hanging up the phone, I plugged it into the charger before getting comfortable under my blankets.

[starlostseungmin]

right here（ say less, princess ）— kim seungmin.

disclaimer !!　inspired by right here by chase atlantic. requested by my lovely moot @l3visbby because sleeveless seungmin with lip piercing is a fucking surprise, thank you so much i suffered a bit while writing hehe and @starseungs happy birthday ♡ — reposting because it won’t show on tags i deeply apologize.

✰ pairing : frat boy!seungmin x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).

✰ genre : friends to lovers, 18+, suggestive lmao, slight comfort, angst if you squint.

✰ warnings : lots of profanity and kissing (making out), pet names, angry seungmin, hyunjin is a jerk and calling names, him and seungmin fighting, mentions of blood and violence, nudity, MDNI semi-proofread. lmk if i missed one :'>

✰ word count : 3.1k

“Kim fucking Seungmin you shouldn’t have punched Hyunjin like that! He’s your friend!” You scolded him as he walked ahead with his long legs making you chase his pace. “Seungmin, wait!” 

It was one heck of a night after you went to the frat party Chan organized and got an invitation knowing that you’re close with him and Seungmin. You thought it would be great to have a social life for once and not end up causing a misunderstanding between a drunk Hyunjin and Seungmin who resorted to a fistfight after the former called you a whore when he doesn’t even know you that well. Frankly, it was so great seeing Seungmin punched Hyunjin square on his face but you can’t help but think about what he said that made your best friend fumed in anger.

“And let him degrade me like that? He was way out of the fucking line Y/N!” Seungmin argued, turning around showing his busted lip and the cut on his cheek. You stopped walking when he was looking at you like a sharp knifeーwanting to stab you in the chest. “I also did it for you so don’t take his side.” He added, pointing at you. He even got insulted by a drunk Hyunjin who didn’t seem to know any boundaries when alcohol struck him like lightning. 

“Why are you stooping down this low with some,” Hyunjin paused, looking at you from head to toe, eyes filled with disgust. “I don’t know man, she isn’t even pretty, not even suitable for being someone’s whoreー” Hyunjin didn’t even get to finish his sentence when Seungmin landed him a punch on his cheek so strong, he even collapsed to the ground. You know Hyunjin deserves it. 

“Fuck!” Hyunjin hissed, touching his busted lip as it bled to the back of his hand. He gathered his composure with Felix and Jeongin’s help as he glared at Seungmin. Hyunjin was about to approach him but Felix went ahead to interfere. 

“Seungminー” You called aiming to not him go any further. 

“Stay out of this Y/N!” Seungmin hissed at you. 

“Bitch,” Hyunjin scoffed. 

“Hyunjin shut the fuck up and apologize!” Felix snapped, shoving him to the side as he used his body to block Hyunjin’s way. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at the younger one as he wiped the blood off of his lip and hissed in pain. 

“Are you serious about her, huh? You’re better than that, Seungmin!” Hyunjin scoffed while wearing that smug smile on his face making Seungmin ball his fists tighter as his rage grew larger than the fucking warehouse they were in. 

You stood at a distance on the verge of tears watching them in turmoil thinking that you shouldn’t have come even if it was an exclusive invitation from Chan. It was just him and Seungmin that you’re friends with, not the rest of the kids but they were good, except Hyunjin who was way out of the line. You can’t even move out of your spot because you were too scared and disappointed. You’re not pretty. It was painful, like a slap or it felt like you were the one who got slammed. 

“Hyunjin don’t be such an ass. Apologize right now!” It was Chan who smacked Hyunjin’s arm but it wasn’t much of a help. 

“You can’t make a normal conversation with this dumbass,” Seungmin retorted as his face burned at the thought of his friend being an absolute shit. “You don’t know Y/N to say things to her like that and I’m not like you who loves being fucked out by whoever you motherfucking cunt.” And that’s when Seungmin added fuel to the fire as Hyunjin punched him in the face. Hyunjin’s ring hit a thin layer of skin on Seungmin’s cheek as it made a cut and bled. 

“Hyunjin stop!” Felix scolded when Seungmin hit the table. His eye twitched as he exhaled deeply and got even more furious. Hyunjin was smiling like he was out of his mind which is his current state. Seungmin suddenly grabbed his collarーinfuriated with his jaw tightened while looking into Hyunjin’s eyes filled with hatred. The others tried to separate them but it seemed like neither of them heard it. 

“Seungmin calm the fuck down!” Chan said who was holding his arm to loosen his grip on Hyunjin’s collar. “Let him go!” 

“I swear I’ll rip that fucking mouth of yours if you speak about Y/N like that again,” Seungmin said gritting his teeth and pushing Hyunjin away who just smirked in return. Seungmin shrugged everyone off and left the warehouseーclosing the door with a loud bang. You apologized to Chan saying you shouldn’t have come and gone to chase Seungmin out to the streets. There you found yourself talking face to face, still having those teary eyes of yours. 

You should have done something while you were there, maybe slap Hyunjin or kick his balls for being rude but you couldn’t. 

“He was right, okay!” You told him feeling like there was a lump in your throat while trying to hold those tears back. It should be ignoredーa comment like that, especially coming from a stranger isn’t worth it but seeing how Hyunjin looked at you brought up an insecurity that you always loathe. “I’m not pretty.” You repeated. 

“And you believe him?!” Seungmin asked with his nostrils fuming as he glared at you showing his creased forehead out of irritation and annoyance. “Do you fucking believe him?” He asked once again, this time his voice went a little bit higher. You couldn’t speak and just look at him, filled with self-doubt and uncertainty. Seungmin took it as a yes and exhaled heavily in dismay. “Fuck,” He breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair and left. 

A pang of guilt embraced your heart as you bit your lower lip. You followed him silently as he walked a meter away. He took glances at you to make sure no one else was there. It is past midnight after all and you don’t know where you’re headed to. The alley that Seungmin took wasn’t the way to his apartment. You didn’t want to ask any questions knowing that he might not be in the mood to talk after getting pissed while the words from Hyunjin were going in circles inside your head. It was heavy at each step, he didn’t have to call you out like that when you already know it. He may be stupid for calling you names but just those three fucking wordsーSeungmin’s world crumbled while you took it to heart. 

Not long after, you reached an unfamiliar place. A short building with no lights on. It looks like it was abandoned at some point but Seungmin suddenly opened a door by the hallway. You didn’t ask him anything and just followed him inside, removing your shoes by the entryway and walk barefooted. The lights were on the moment you entered and the room was a messy case. A studio filled with mirrors, music sheets all over the place, lamps, an old chair, and a broken couch, the bricked walls were painted white, and empty bottles of alcoholic drinks you didn’t want to know. 

Seungmin ran his fingers through his hair as he sat down on the couch, trying to ease the anger he felt out of Hyunjin. He was tired and you were exhausted after the party took the soul out of your body. You didn’t want to trigger him in any way now. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asked, looking at you standing by the door as your eyes wandered around. 

“Where are we?” You asked him. 

“My studio,” He answered. “This place is a mess, I haven’t started cleaning yet.” He added. 

“It’s fine. This place is cool,” You smiled but it didn’t reach your ears. Seungmin gave you a nod as you sat beside him, trying to examine his bruises. “Let me see your face,” You said. 

“Forget it,” Seungmin huffs as you glared at him, placing your palms on his cheek, carefully not to touch the wounded area. He knew he wouldn’t be able to brush you off. 

The edge of his lips got busted but the bleeding stopped a few minutes after, yet the cut on his cheek seemed so fresh. Seungmin couldn’t keep eye contact because his heart was going insane. Your touch has made an impact on him that he wanted to pull you closer and kiss your insecurity away but he knew he couldn’t. You were just friends. He tried to keep his composure like this was nothing but deep inside, he was unable to calm himself down. 

Seungmin is handsome, you won’t deny that. You loved his look tonight. A white sleeves top with a black collar and a tie, his ripped jeans and suspenders, his warm arm gloves, and that fucking lip piercing he has. You couldn’t take your eyes off it and the urge to touch his lips with your thumb made you curious how he’d react. 

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts off, Seungmin took a glance at you. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Do you have at least a first aid kit here?” You asked, trying to shift your attention to something else. 

“There’s one on the vanity,” He said as you quickly got up and headed straight to the vanity, avoiding any further thoughts and urging actions. You found the small white box sitting on the flat surface and grabbed it before sitting next to Seungmin. A soft click was heard when you placed it on the space between you and him as you opened it, taking a Q-tip and a cream for his wound. 

“Don’t do that again,” You told him as you placed a small amount of cream on the tip before rubbing it gently to his lip. 

“He’s an asshole,” Seungmin said, cringing at the stingy feeling as the cream touched his fresh cut. 

“He’s not worth it,” You answered, having your eyes focused on them as your hands got busy. Seungmin's eyes fell on your face thinking about how blind Hyunjin was. He’d kill him if he had the chance and there were words that he wanted to say but all he could ask was if you were okay. “I’m fine, he was speaking the truth anyway,” You sighed, and switched to treating his cut on the cheek and left a bandaid over it. His eyes were staring intensely at you. No way Hyunjin would say it without looking at you properly. “Truth comes out when people are drunk, Seungmin, that doesn’t surprise meー” It all stopped when Seungmin leaned in to kiss you without warning. 

He has been smitten for a long time now and what Hyunjin said hurt him as much as it hurt you. The kiss was unexpected and yet you’ve been waiting to feel it from him. His lips tasted like what he consumed at the partyーa sweet and sour lollipop he sucked and a few lime drinks. It was tender and sweet as it sent jolts of electricity to your nerves and shivers down your spine. His arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours even more. You kissed him back feeling his warm and soft lips with a cold touch from his lip piercing as your arms reached around his neck, letting your lips collide along with his. 

There were no words needed. 

He moved his mouth gently against yours, sighing in excitement as he smiled with a hand placed on the side of your cheek. You ran your fingers through his black locks and knotted your fingers as you played with them earning a soft moan from him. He captured your lips over and over again, sharing your breaths not wanting to pull away. You didn’t know why your body moved by itself because you wanted to have more of his delicate kisses. The fast beating of your heart fueled the urge to want more. Your brain couldn’t function properly as you were under his spell, an intoxicating kiss that made you feel high. Everything was on the back of your mind. 

Seungmin drew back slightly as he whispered thingsーrisking that might put this friendship at risk. It was also the same case for you yet you’ve been waiting for this moment.

“I…like you, Y/N…” You heard him say as he rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t listen to what they say about you. I don’t give a fuck about my friends… I only need you,” He added while catching his breath. His eyes met yours but you were already looking at him with a giddy smile plastered on your face as you reached your hands back on his cheek, gently, not wanting to cause pain to his cut. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” You told him, pressing your lips against his as a response. 

He pulled you closer in a sprint out of his impatience and lifted you, kneeling above his lap. Your hand reached for his tie, twirling it around, and pulled him closer making him crash his lips onto yours deeply, wanting to bruise it up until it swelled. He doesn’t care. 

Seungmin's kisses felt gentle at first like a gentleman kissing someone for the very first time yet as time went by, it became hungry and voracious. Your knees felt weak above him and blood rushed through your veins. From one kiss to another, he bit your lower lip as he pulled it lightly, slowly sucking it to mold his lips over yours again. 

You didn’t give a fuck anymore as Seungmin’s hands brushed the leather jacket off your shoulders, exposing the spaghetti-strapped black dress that highlights your curves. A hand was placed at the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away just to take it off as the kiss felt more desperate and heated. You pulled the sleeves off of your arms, tossing the piece of clothing to the floor before wrapping your hands around his neck with his hands placed below your hips as you shifted closer to his lap, grinding slowly upon feeling the slight, hard pressure beneath while removing the space between you and him. 

“You’re driving me nuts,” He murmured against your lips as his kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck, pressing his warm and soft lips, leaving kiss after kiss, and licking and nipping your skin. Your breathing quickened feeling his hot lips as you leaned your head back with your eyes fluttering unable to take a clear vision of his ceiling just to expose more of your neck for him and moan. It’s all for him and he wanted all of you. 

His fingers played and adjusted the thin straps of your dress, dragging them off your shoulders to narrow his kisses down from your neck to your bare shoulders until his lips reached your perfectly shaped collarbones, leaving marks and slight bruises. 

Your bodies felt fireーblazing from each other’s touch. The secret feelings he had for the past 4 years since high school and now that you’re almost finishing college, he finally has his hands all over you even though he couldn’t believe that it is actually happening and you were fine with it. Apparently, it goes the same way for you too and words didn’t matter now. You kissed him thoroughly that night as your hands brushed against his shoulder blades to his neck. His kiss deepened, filled with desire and want. You felt his hands on your lap, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards to expose your thighs, squeezing them as you sighed happily in his mouth, savoring and indulging the feeling of his heated kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said leaning away slightly as he let his index finger push some strands of your hair away from your forehead to the side. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks making a light shade of pink and feeling hot about it. 

“No, I’m not,” You answered, yet you couldn’t hide the idiotic grin on your face. Seungmin smiled as he leaned closer again to plant his lips on yours. A sense of satisfaction and pleasure was felt. It’s becoming addictive and there’s no room to breathe. 

“Yes, you are.” He said getting upset. 

Your hands reached for his shoulders making Seungmin press his hips onto yours even more. Grinding above his hardness caused friction and the heat inside you to grow immensely. You heard him groan on your lips and pulled you even closer to him. His hands roamed around from your thighs to your hips, slowly slipping inside your tight dress to caress your bare back. You felt him smirk against your lips as you cupped his face, kissing him hard. Seungmin is enjoying how this uses fewer words rather than confessing and get awkward later. This wasn’t planned after all and a proof that Hyunjin is so fucking wrong about you. 

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, allowing it to enter as your tongues fought for dominance. Kissing him like a starved woman had you rocked back and forth over his lap while Seungmin’s thoughts were filled with nothing but wanting to own you. The hem of your dress folded until it reached your waist, showing him your laced lingerie. It drove him insane like a man seeing a woman’s ankle during the Victorian era. He never stopped kissing you either, yet his hands are urging to do something more. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful that I want to fuck you…” He groaned in between those hungry and perilous kisses as he drew back on your neck, kissing all the marks he made. 

“Fuck, please I want you Min…” You moaned. “Feels so good, shit… I want more.” You spoke. Something felt more eager and awake when he heard it. Clear as crystal and loud as a shout inside the four walls of his studio. He hissed against your neck as he pulled away, loosening his tieーshoving it above his head, tossing it somewhere as you helped him pull his top off exposing his perfect bulkier physiqueーthe abs he had been hiding for a while. This time you’re the one who was about to go insane. 

“Say less, princess,” He smirked against your lips as his hand around snaked on your neck while the other took your dress down to meet the other half of it. “God, I’m so lucky, you’re perfect,” He said with a smug smile on his faceーscanning his eyes to your stripped body before laying you down on the couch while hovering above you and kissing you hard. 

You won’t be sleeping through the night after all. 

no part 2 sorry!

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[goon4gods]

Why not just wear sleeveless shirts or a stringer tank? What's the point of squeezing yourself into something that barely fits, to where it looks like raising his arms will tear it apart?

...The answer to that question is musclelust. He loves to be a bodybuilding freak and wants every aspect of his life to show your devotion to being a total muscle whore.

When the clothes makes no difference

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Tapestry of Leather: Vergil x G/N Reader

SUMMARY: Vergil finds some old clothing.

BEGINNING NOTES: Vergil x G/N Reader Pre-established Vergil and you live together Fluff Lime? Not quite smut but still has some spicy stuff (god I feel old for using the term “lime” lmfao)

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     The rain pattered softly against the abnormally quiet house. Only one of the two residents was currently home and he hated it.

     It doesn't come as a surprise that Vergil disliked having days off--especially if you weren't with him; however, it happens sometimes and today was just one of those days. His brother and son were out on a job, the ladies were... somewhere, and you had gone out to do some shopping. The blue devil offered to accompany you but you said you'd be fine. He had been too stubborn to admit he wanted to spend more time with you. 

     That he missed you.

     A soft sigh left his nose as he shut his book with a small thump, unable to focus. He leaned back in his chair with an elongated groan and placed a hand over his face. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he spotted his tattoos. Admittedly, he wore his sleeveless turtleneck because you enjoyed playing with the off-black markings; but now that you weren't home, Vergil felt nothing but an unending loathing for his marred-up skin.

     "Why do I even still wear things like this," he clicked his tongue in irritation as he stood up. 

     The eldest twin slid off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He opened the dresser drawer and rummaged around for something to wear when a certain old leather duster caught his eye. 

     With a small 'hmph', he pulled out the neatly folded clothing. He had forgotten that he had kept the stolen apparel. Out of curiosity, the blue devil rummaged further into the back of the drawer and found the rest of the outfit; sandals and all. 

     He held out the corset and raised a brow, “Such brazen and unsightly apparel,” he pursed his lips before looking around; despite being fully aware he was alone. 

     Vergil quietly huffed as he carefully laced the black corset around his middle, leaving it loose enough to move comfortably but still stay wrapped around his middle. He slowly turned and viewed each side of the black leather in the mirror.

      He let out a small huff in thought, “What was I thinking when V decided this was an appropriate outfit?” 

     His curiosity about how he’d look in this old leather got the better of him. As Vergil removed his yoga pants his brow furrowed. The eldest twin could practically hear how a younger Vergil would’ve reacted. How he would've insulted himself for dressing in such a way, for dressing like a cheap whore.

     Slowly, he slid on the skinny black jeans, buckled the belt, and hooked the skull chain to his right side. His jaw clenched as he became increasingly aware of how pathetic he looked right now; how unrefined he has become. 

     Behind all these bitter displeasing thoughts, however, there was another voice. The lowly sultry voice of the man who had last worn this colorless punk outfit; the small part of himself encouraged him to finish the outfit. Vergil slid on the sandals and picked up the duster jacket, holding it in his hands. 

      A voice from the doorway behind him caught his attention, “If I had known this is what I was coming home to... I would’ve been home a Hell of a lot faster,” Vergil whipped around to see you standing there with a warm smile, eyeing him up and down. 

      “I-” his face quickly became red with embarrassment and was unable to find a response. 

      You approached him and gently ran a hand down his chest, “You look divine, Vergil,” you gently grabbed the front of the corset lacing, “Are you gonna put the jacket on, too?”

      His eyes met with yours, “Do you want me to?”

      “I mean,” you smiled, “Only if you want to.”

     He stared for a moment before coyly sliding it on. A soft hum came from you as you reached out to fix the collar of the jacket, then slowly ran your fingers down the old leather. 

     “Do… Do you like this..?” Vergil’s eyes followed your fingers that had moved to the lacing of the corset, tugging it slightly.

     “Want me to be honest?” 

     He nodded, feeling an odd nervousness pooling in his gut.

     Your voice was low and seductive, “I came home expecting to have a sweet dinner date with you,” you gently leaned up to his ear, “but now?” You bit his earlobe, pulling it slightly, and let go to place a kiss behind his jaw, “I want you to fuck me senseless, to turn me into poetry.”

     Vergil’s face shot bright red and his eyes widened. Before V re-conjoined with Urizen, the lithe man had been quite the flirt with you and that line was something he used frequently; a promise of sheer decadent intimacy.

    The feeling of teeth grazing his neck brought Vergil back to reality. A small grunt came from him as he felt your teeth grip him harder and he harshly dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you tight to him. Between the two of you, something was growing and, quite frankly, V’s skinny jeans weren't exactly hiding it. As your teeth left the blue devil’s neck, he moved you to the bed, tossing you down lightly. 

     He moved to straddle you, watching as your chest rose and sank with each uneven breath. He felt your fingers ghost over his strained cock.

     He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours, “ ‘Love and harmony combine,/And round our souls entwine’,” Vergil's lips brushed against yours, “ ‘While thy branches mix with mine,/And our roots together join.’,” the blue devil placed a hard passionate kiss against your lips. 

     Tonight he was going to make good on those words, he was going to make sure you understood exactly how much he yearns to hear your sweet song; to hear you in nothing but sheer ecstasy. 

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ENDING NOTES: Poem quoted:      “Love and Harmony” by William Blake (yes, I know V says this to Urizen, just let me have this lmfaooo Also V saying this to Uri has always been funny to me because the poem is about fucking and making a kid lol) 🐄🐄🐄 Sorry this is so short lol I kinda just wanted something small to work on. Ngl had this sitting in my WIPs for a while because I didn’t know how to finish it. Finally found a way to ;))) Thanks so much for reading!! Hope y’all enjoyed!

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[jaeminsz]

Hateful sex with Sunghoon in a very very risky place like middle of the living room while everyone else sleeps and you have whispers and keep hushed

idk why but kitchen was the first place i thought of so plus this gives me love me hate me vibes

tw: unprotected sex, sunghoon being an ass

You didn't know how you ended up bent over the kitchen counter with Sunghoon's hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucked your brains out. Even if you swore to yourself that you would not be having sex with the infamous player of the university ever again after that one specific drunken night, here you were in his kitchen while his his roommates, most importantly your best friend whom had a crush on you, were asleep just meters away.

''Such a whore, sucking the popsicle as you looked right into my eyes.'' He groaned, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. ''Not Jay eye fucking you while you were sitting right next to him but your eyes longed for me, am I lying?''

He wasn't. It wasn't a secret that you despised the boy but you wanted him get his way with you in that moment. He just looked extremely attractive wearing nothing but a sleeveless tee and trousers. You wanted him to notice you.

You grunted against his hand as he started to thrusts harder, a familiar feeling in your abdomen growing. Sunghoon leaned in next to your ear. ''Told you to be quiet, didn't I?'' He whispered, smacking your ass, making you whimper in pleasure. ''You know your dear best friend Jay would be heartbroken if he sees me fucking the love of his life in our shared kitchen, wouldn't he?''

You shook your head in response with his hand still on your mouth. Sunghoon wasn't stupid, he knew how loud you could be. He was experienced with you but also, he heard both you and Jake fuck when you thought the flat was going to be empty., though you didn't have to know that.

''Good girls stay quiet when they're asked to.'' Sunghoon murmurs before his lips meet the skin on your neck, sucking and licking. It doesn't surprise you when Sunghoon releases inside of you soon after but one thing you didn't expect was him to pull out before you could reach your own high.

''What the fuck Sunghoon?!'' You yelled quietly as possible, trying so hard not to punch him in the face.

''What? You wanted my cock so I gave it to you, didn't promise anything about an orgasm.'' Sunghoon shrugged, pulling his pants up before handing you your underwear.

You snatched the clothing from his hands before speaking up. ''You're such a menace to society Sunghoon. Fuck you.''

With that you stormed out from the kitchen, walking in front of that one particular door and knocking on it. You knew Sunghoon was watching you, leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

You smiled to the owner of the room when he finally opened the door. You weren't surprised to see Jake awake, he was probably focused on his game.

''Remember the other day when you promised me-'' You started, swinging your lace panties that Sunghoon gave you just a minute ago in front of his face. His eyes widened when he understood what you wanted. ''-that you would eat me out next time.''

''God, you're going to be the death of me. You know Jay is asleep next door right?'' Jake stressed but you pressed your lips against his to shut him up. Jake didn't waste time to drag you inside of his room and lock the door.

Sunghoon bit down on his lip, fuming from your actions but he was the one who asked for it. If he gave you the orgasm you craved for, Jake's tongue wouldn't be making you moan. It was too late to regret his decisions now.

[ladymarycrawley]

Meet the parents - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Would you be able to write a Trent Alexander Arnold fic where he meets your family for the first time (or vide versa) just a lot of fluff

Warning: none really, maybe a sexual innunendo but it's all so fluffy

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @footballffbarbiex (because I know she's a whore for Trent 💓)

Who would have thought you would have ended up dating a footballer? And that you would have made it to the stage where you would meet each other’s families? No one and yet you were there getting ready to go and have lunch at your parents’ house and finally introduce Trent to them.

You were eager that moment finally arrived; on the other hand he was a little less happy and a little more worried.

“What the fuck should I wear?” He asked in distress, looking desperately at all the clothes hanging in front of him which were like staring at him back but being helpless.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

Trent grunted, staring at trousers and shirts.

"I don't know what to wear"

His frown made you smile as you left the mirror you were standing in front of to go and help him with that impossible choice. 

"Keep it simple, like a light shirt and dark trousers"

He hummed, following your advice and taking the hanger with the white cotton piece of clothing out of the closet.

"I love how this looks on you" You cooed, wrapping your arms around his middle, as you propped your chin against his chest.

He smirked and left a small peck on the tip of your nose.

"Let me see what you're gonna wear yourself"

You smiled showing him the long, sleeveless blue dress you chose for the occasion. 

"Cool…you'll look gorgeous in it, too gorgeous…"

"Trent, behave"

He rolled his beautiful eyes, biting on his lower pulpy lip. “Would you zip this up for me?”

“Well you’re not helping me”

You tried to suppress a mischievous smile as he got closer to your back, When his hand reached for the higher part of the dress meaning he already completed the task you asked him to do, he sealed everything with a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Thank you but now get ready or we’re gonna be late and my parents don’t like stragglers”

He scoffed, taking the clothes he chose with your help in his hands, ready to get dressed.

You couldn’t stop smiling that day, even though a little part of you was worried your parents wouldn’t have liked him based off the fact that they were so caring and nice but sometimes a bit too hard to please. But you were sure - or hopeful at least - he could pass the test.

His voice telling you he was good to go interrupted your stream of thoughts.

“How do I look?” He was really pouring himself into looking the best he could to make the best impression to his future parents-in-law. It was so endearing.

"You're irresistible, no doubt they'll fall in love with you as soon as they see you" You tried to reassure your boyfriend,smiling and then kissing his plumpy lips.

“You look good too” He whispered, returning your kiss.

“Let’s go, I don’t wanna hear them complaining” You took his hand to show him out of your house, headed to his car.

During your short journey to your parents' house you couldn't stop grazing your fingertips over Trent's hand placed on the gear shift. That special way of touching him had a specific meaning and he knew you used that when you were anxious or worried about something.

"Baby?"

"Mhh?"

"How are you?"

"Fine, why?"

"Don't lie, I know you’re hella nervous"

You huffed. The ability he had to read your mind, navigate through your soul, could be annoying sometimes, most of all when you didn't want to make him worry.

"It'll be alright" He simply said, trying to reassure you, squeezing your hand as soon as he stopped at the red traffic lights. 

When you parked near their driveway, you spotted your parents waiting for you at the window, hidden behind the sheer cream curtains. 

As soon as you got out of the car, Trent took your hand in his and your mum opened the front door to welcome you.

"Hello sweetie! How was the trip? Was it packed?"

"Hi mum! No, not really, just some stretches"

You kissed her on the cheek, doing the same with your dad standing next to her.

"Hello! I'm Y/M/N, we've been really looking forward to meeting you" Your mum gently hugged Trent, even before you could introduce him to them properly. 

"Well, yeah he's Trent but I guess you already had a clue" You giggled a little embarrassed.

Your parents hugged and kissed him on the cheek -well, your mum did, as your dad kept it more formal -.

The four of you took your seats at the wooden table in the living room that had been set for lunch. Your mum was sitting in front of you while your dad was in front of Trent.

“We’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Y/N is so happy about you”

“Is she?” Trent smiled, looking at you as you blushed at your mum’s remark.

“Yeah, we know her and she really is the happiest”

You squeezed your boyfriend’s hand under the table in yours. He smiled back at you, letting his thumb graze your knuckles.

“So tell us something about yourself, you’re a footballer, right?”

“Yeah and he’s quite famous actually” Your dad noted, trying not to act like a fangirl.

“Which team do you play for?”

“Liverpool”

“As you can see my mum isn’t really into football” The four of you laughed.

“It’s fine, I love talking about it”

They kept on talking with him about everything, something more than small talk.

When you're finished eating your meal you helped your mum clearing the table so you could have the dessert she prepared. She was putting the tableware in the dishwasher as you passed her the cutlery.

“He really looks like a good guy”

You smiled at her words. “You like him?”

“For the moment yeah, I can say so”

“You’ll love him, he’s so sweet and funny” You told her as you were staring at him from afar with dreamy eyes while he was intently talking about football with your dad.

You two took the chocolate desserts in the living room to your men as they thanked you.

“Oh what a dummy! I forgot to show Trent the house! Will you do that, honey, while your dad and I clean all this up?”

“Sure”

You and Trent got up as you started showing him around.

“My mum really cares about showing the house to her guests, I bet she’s feeling guilty for not doing it as soon as you arrived”

Trent giggled, putting your hands on your hips as you guided him towards what was your bedroom.

“...and that’s my bedroom”

“Aww look at this cutie!” He cooed, taking a frame with a picture of you as a kid.

“Yeah, I was so cute back then too”

“Well, back then you were cute, now you’re hot” Without pulling his hands away from your hips, he pushed you against the wall.

“Trent, stop it. My parents can hear literally everything”

He pretended not to hear a thing of what you just said, kissing you.

“A quickie please” He begged, biting your earlobe.

“Not now” You giggled as you pushed him away from your body, fearing your parents might catch you. “They told me they like you so fucking their daughter in their house on the first day you met them isn’t exactly a good idea”

“They like me?”

“Yes, they do so don’t spoil it”

“They’ll love me even more when we’ll give them some grandchildren or when I’ll ask them for your hand”

He smirked before leaving you there, as your mind was still trying to realise what he had just said: did he really want a family with you? And to marry you?

You smiled watching as he left your childhood bedroom. 

Was he really planning on spending the rest of life with you? Because you couldn’t agree more. He was the one and there was no doubt about it.

[despairots]

#   ⌒ WHAT’S UP CLASS PREZ!?

𖥦 ˖⁩ ࣪ ִֶָ your parents paid your school for you to be class president and frankly, nobody treated you like one, not like you wanted to, all changed when you had sex with the outgoing, popular boy at a party.

★ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) › prompto x m!reader — nsfw / lime, highschool au (no, not brotherhood)

tw / warning: cyber bullying, dirty gossip / rumours, forced friendship, just dirty things.

you never wanted to be class president nor did you want to be top student in ever class, “hey look, class prez asked they parents to let them be top student in every subject.” some girls gossiped, you sighed. how much more can you take from these bullshit rumours and faked friendship?

soon. “what’s up, class prez?” you looked up seeing blair, “what.” you asked with raised eyebrows, she laughed sitting on her desk, “come on, you can’t say no to the party.” she said crossing her legs, grabbing my chin, “if i do, people will talk shit about me.” i explained as she sighed dropping her hand.

“just for me please.” she begged as i dropped my head, “fine.” she cheered, “sit your asses down in your sits, you bugs.” the teacher walked in, everybody groaned sitting down in their sits.

“now, class president.” “hm?” “can answer this question?”

“hey, did you guys hear?”

“what?”

“the class prez had sex with lorraine, she said they forced her.”

“no way.”

“yeah! wanna bet that they gonna beg they dear old mommy and daddy?” i bit my nails as i saw blair smirking telling the whole school, ‘stupid hoe bag.’ i glared at her as lorraine came up to me, “huh? what is she saying now?” “saying i had sex with you.” i said grabbing her wrist.

“ew, does she know i’m a lesbian and dating aerith?” i shook my head, “i mean, we could tell it to the principal and he could deal with it.” i shrugged my shoulder, “sure! let’s go.” we walked towards the principals office, “yo, principal.” “oh! hi, lorraine, y/n, what’s wrong?” i looked at lorraine.

“blair is telling everybody that me and y/n had sex even when we didn’t, i have proof, y/n was studying at the library, you were there supervising, i was on date with aerith.” lorraine explained as the principals eye widened. “i’ll deal with this immediately.” they said as lorraine jumped.

“i’ll come to your classrooms later.” i nodded as we left the office seeing some students glaring at blair, some glaring at us, “stupid whore.” i commented as we entered are classroom, everybody stopping and looking at us. “yo, y/n! how was her pussy!?” i rolled my eyes and stuck my middle finger to jean as aerith came up to her, grabbing her hand.

“you guys are disgusting.” aerith said as the three of us sat down at are seats. “hey? you good?” i looked at the voice realizing it was prompto, the popular boy every single girl had a crush, i sighed before nodding.

“did you tell the principal?” he asked leaning against my desk beside me, “yeah.” i answered as the principal entered the room with the teacher, “blair… you are expelled.” the principal announced as blair gasped, “w-what? why!?” she yelled as the teacher glared at her.

“those false rumours you said about lorraine and y/n having sex is ABSOLUTELY unacceptable!” the teacher explained blair gulping. “b-but i’m not lying-“ “you are, y/n was studying at the library under my supervision and lorraine was on a date with aerith.” the principal pushed up his glasses, the whole glass whispering to each other along with glaring at blair.

“tch!” she looked at me, “you may resume with your class.”

“can’t believe your still invited to the party even when blair hates your ass.” lorraine laughed as i walked to blairs doors. lorraine’s clothing was a black sleeveless cropped top, a black short skirt with garters suspending her fishnets and finished with school girl shoes.

i was wearing a dark maroon shirt sleeved shirt that had black strips, black loose pants with a hot topic belt (cause ya boy know they hit diff 🗣) thigh highs and finally with dr. martins boots.

i chuckled at her sentences as we entered the house, the whole place with disco lights, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, the sound of skin slapping, typically a normal highschool party. “this is… amazing!” lorraine squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the drinking.

“yo! it’s the class president!” jean slurred pointing at me as everybody cheered, “wassup prez!” one of jean’s buddies threw their arm around me, i recoiled in disgust from his breath, “worst when i smelled your nasty ass breath.” i pushed him away.

“never knew the class prez liked going to parties.” prompto smirked at me— prompto was wearing a black leather jacket, white turtle necked, black pants and converses. i grabbed a cup of fruit punch, prompto guiding me to the staircase, “i don’t, i just got forced to by the backstabbing bitch.” i said, prompto laughing.

i never talked to prompto, i thought he was a snobby, popular boy but turns out he wasn’t when he came up to me in school, “let’s go play truth or dare with everybody else in the class.” i groaned smiling a bit when he dragged me to sit down on a couch as the whole class gathered around.

“hmm? tifa! truth or dare?” aerith asked tifa as she thought about it, “truth.” “is it true you used to be in a gang?” aerith nudged her, “what? of course!” tifa answered, everybody oohed. “blair, truth or dare.” “dare, i ain’t no pussy.” tifa smirked, “i dare you, to confuss your undying love to y/n.” blair flared up everybody gasping.

“tifa! i don’t like them!” blair yelled as prompto gritted his teeth, “it’s a dare! unless you want to take one of your clothing piece off~” tifa teased as blair took off her shirt revealing her black, laced bra the boys and girls drooling.

“there!” truth or dare became boring as noct said they should play smash or pass, everybody agreeing, “ignis, smash or pass, gladio.” everybody knew they were dating but holy fuck, “smash.” the whole class cheered as noct smirked at his answer.

“prompto, smash or pass, cindy.” “pass.” cindy smiled, everybody knew they used to date but cindy didn’t have feelings for him anymore and said she didn’t want anyone or him to make anything sexual between them, “y/n, smash or pass, blair-“ “fucking pass.” i answered crossing my arms as blair looked away with red cheeks.

everybody took turns before we decided to play never have i ever, “never have i ever masterbait?” gladio asked, blair, jean, noct, gladio, prompto, ardyn took a sip.

“never have i ever had sex in public.” jean and blair took a sip.

“never have i ever sent a nude photo to someone.” lorraine and aerith took a sip.

“never have i ever faked a orgasm.” three of jean’s buddies along with tifa took a sip.

“never have i ever had sex in the bathroom.” cindy, gladio, ignis and prompto took a sip.

“never have i ever used handcuffs or other implements.” luna and nyx took a sip.

“never have i ever had dirty thoughts of a certain class president.” my eyes widened as jean asked, blair and prompto took a sip, the class sheeshed.

“so that’s why you wanted y/n to go to the party.” tifa said as blair was flustered while prompto smirked throwing an arm around me shoulder, “damn, looks like i had first hand of taking y/n’s first kiss.” now that, was a lie but i guess it was just for blair to get angry. i rolled my eyes as everybody started playing seven minutes in heaven.

“hey! would you look at that, it pointed at y/n and prompto!” lorraine exclaimed as tifa and aerith stood up taking both me and prompto to the room, “look lovebirds, you have 7 minutes, a couch and a bed! make time!” tifa teased, winking at me before closing and locking the door.

“you have dirty thoughts about me?” i smirked as prompto rolled his eyes, “i’m a man of no lies.” he answered before i grabbed his jacket pulling him into a heated kiss as he pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands as he moved down to my neck making me throw back my head letting him have more access.

“7 minutes, we only have 7 minutes.” i said between my pants, “and i’m gonna give you 7 minutes of heaven.” he muttered against my neck, his grip on my wrist tightened as he left hickeys on my neck, “fuck.” i swore when one of his hands trailed up my shirt, “take it off.” prompto took off my shirt as he walked me to the bed.

i took of his leather jacket as he smashed his lips against mine forcing his tongue into my mouth, exploring my wet cavern, as hd pulled away a string of saliva trailing from his tongue to my lips cutting it when he wiped his lips with his sleeves. “it’s not fair, take your shirt off~” i whined as i forced us to sit up taking off his shirt before he grabbed my wrist with a small smirk on his face.

“not yet, darling~” he teased as he grabbed a handcuff that was on the side of the couch, looks like this room was made for kinky stuff, i gulped when he handcuffed my hand making him throw it around his head before he gripped my waist technically forcing it down completely, he unbuckled my pants as i threw them off leaving me in my boxers and thigh highs.

“you look cute in that.” he smirked as he grabbed my jaw and forcing me into another kiss that was more begging and obsessed, “y’know… i had always thought i would never have a chance with you cause of blair getting in my way but now… she has zero chance.” i whined grinding down him bitting down onto my shoulder leaving a mark. i tugged on his shirt, making him chuckle taking it off along with his pants.

“4 more minutes!” tifa yelled on the other side as prompto grunted quickly takinf off both of their boxes before laying me down probably onto the bed rehandcuffing me against the metal rod, “hurry up- ah~” i moaned when just thrusted into me, “harder~” i whispered into his ear as he thrusted in harder and faster making me cry.

“3 more minutes!” prompto swore as he gripped onto my thigh and pushing them higher trying to go deeper, “ugh~” i drooled as my eyes rolled up when he went deeper, “c-cum-“ he smashed his lips onto mine, swirling his tongue against mine, i moaned louder as i came along with prompto as he pulled out before moving down.

“7 minutes are up~” “tifa, tell the rest to give us 22 more minutes!” “fine! but only 22 minutes in the mean time will play truth or dare.”

he smirked at me before kissing my thigh and licking up the remaining cum, overstimulating me, “n-no m-ore.” even as i said that, it’s like i’m begging for more, he chuckled before moving up, “ready for round 2?” i looked away with flushed cheeks before nodding. he smirked, putting in two fingers into my whole making me yelp at the sudden feeling when he started scissoring it.

i moaned louder making me bite down on my lips as he thrusted it in and out hard and fast, “aw, don’t hide those cute noises~” he teased as he continued to edge me, “don’t be share.” he went harder making me moan loudly as i felt a familiar knot, “not just yet.” he said making me whine as i buckled down, my wrist tugging on the handcuffs.

“f-fuck~ uwah ugh~” i stuck my tongue out, tears falling down from the pleasure and my eyes rolling back, “let’s try something new.” he muttered opening the drawer on the side still thrusting his fingers into my begging hole, he pulled a large dildo and a vibrator with its controller.

“n-no.” i whined as the pleasure left before being replaced with a different pleasure, he chuckled at the sudden mood change.

“fuck…” i moaned as he started thrusting the dildo faster and harder, i gripped onto the handcuffs, my legs shaking at the pleasure, “ah, ah, ah, remember don’t come just yet.” he pulled the dildo out as i cried at yet another denial, he grabbed the vibrator turning it to the lowest setting before sticking it in there.

i quivered trying to get more pleasure, i whined trying to get my hands out of the handcuffs, “more, more~” i drooled as he turned it up a little making me thrust down for more, “oh? you wanted it to be faster?” i nodded quickly as he smirked turning it up more, to the highest one making me jerk up from the sudden vibration.

“ah! more! more!” i begged my back arching as prompto enjoyed the scene happening infront of him, i twisted and turned as i felt him shove it up a little higher, “please~” i whined making him take it out before being replaced by his cock. “shit~” i moaned as he thrusted at such a inhuman pace, he kissed me eating up every single moan as he continued to overstimulate me.

“i- i’m gonna-“ “cum? yeah, go ahead, darling.” he said leaving craving his name onto my shoulder, i arched my back as i came, panting, prompto pulled out throwing the blanket over us letting trying to calm down from the sudden tension.

“we should try that again.” “yeah, when my legs work.” he laughed as he carried me to the couch picking up are clothing and helping me get mine on since my legs were still sore.

“wait, did you both actually fuck for 29 minutes?” lorraine gaped as prompto helped me walk, “um…” blair glared at us, “so, are you guys dating now?” tifa asked, “uhhhh-“ “yeah.”

[lixis-sin-cauldron]

Entertainment [Tomura Shigaraki]

Rating: Explicit 18+ content MINORS DNI.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki X fem!reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Kinks and Warnings: Abuse of authority, dubious consent, body horror, graphic descriptions of flesh and bone, orgasm denial, ‘pet’ names, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, degradation, praise, blow job, biting, gagging, breeding, quirk play, mention of blood.

BEFORE LOOKING AT SUMMARY: This fic takes place after the MVA arc, aka just after season 5 so minor spoilers. (this note will be removed when the anime catches up)

Summary: Re-Destro wants to make sure Shigaraki is as happy as possible so assigns you to provide the Great Commander some entertainment. After your disgrace at Deika City, you’re expected to do so in any way possible.

Can also be read on Ao3 here: Entertainment

As always, big thank you to my lovely beta reader @lilleeboi

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"What the hell do you want?" Shigaraki's voice was filled with irritation at your arrival in his suite, eyeing you and your supervisor with a wary look. You wondered why he had called you in if he didn't want the disturbance.

"Apologies for bothering you, Commander. If you like, we can wait outside until you and your Lieutenant are finished?" your supervisor offered happily, sucking up as much as possible to the new leader.

Your eyes briefly shifted to the smartly dressed masked man that sat across from the white-haired man.

"That didn't answer the question I asked."

"No, I suppose it didn't…" your supervisor coughed into his fist awkwardly, "I'm here to introduce this young lady to you," he answered, gently pushing you forward while stating your name. "She's here to entertain you."

"Entertain me?"

"Yes, sir. I could go down the list of things she can do, but she is proficient in many areas to summarize. Now, I've taken up enough of your time! I'll be on my way and allow you two to discuss how she may serve you." Your supervisor slipped out the door quickly, clearly not wanting to overstay, but not before placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze. It was far from a squeeze of comfort, but a reminder. Do a good job, prove your loyalty.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward toward your new assignment; the man who now led the group you were part of, now re-named Paranormal Liberation Front.  You began to bow as you opened your mouth to greet him, "A pleasure to—"

"Get out."

The words caught you off balance and almost caused you to stutter the remainder of the greeting. Brushing the skirt of your sleeveless dress as a way to steady your nerves, you parroted your supervisor’s words, "I'm happy to step out until you two are finished."

Shigaraki sighed—you noticed his good hand twitch—and you swallowed, mentally pushing down your anxiety.

"Get out and don't come back. I don't have time for your entertainment. Whatever that is supposed to be."

Before you could explain, Mr. Compress stood, walked over to Shigaraki, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. The commander listened to his companion for a moment then let out a cackle before turning to you with a wide grin.

"So, you're a whore!"

The declaration was like a slap to your face. You hated when people talked to you like that, yet you could not retort, not if you wanted to live. Instead, you gave your sweetest smile, "That word does describe some of the ways I could be used to entertain you—if you would like that service. However, I'm proud to say I'm skilled at various things. Arts, literature, music. I could even provide an ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on if you need such an outlet. I'm always happy to serve."

"I think I'll take my leave," Mr. Compress stated, heading towards you. "Good luck," he whispered as he strode past you and out the door.

It took all your self-control not to beg him to stay. You did not want to be alone with Shigaraki, no matter how much you believed he would lead the world to liberation, you did not feel comfortable around a man who had killed so many. Yet you had no choice, your new role was to be whatever he wanted you to be, running or failing that was not an option.

He gave another sigh, scratching at his neck. "You made me laugh, so you've done your job. Now leave, before I stop finding you entertaining." He shifted in his seat, the brace on his left leg clicking as it adjusted to the movement. The majority of his wounds had healed since the Deika city battle, but his leg was taking its time.

Swallowing down your fear once more, you strode forward with determination, ignoring the dismissal again. You couldn't leave it here, not if you wanted to prove you were still loyal to the PNF, doubts of your integrity still whispered behind your back after your 'betrayal' at the battle.

"I'm sorry, but I can't follow that command yet, sir. Please allow me to prove that I can be of use to you. Even if it is just as a servant to run around doing tasks for you."

Shigaraki seemed to consider you from his seat, crimson eyes studying you through a squint. You were sure he was going to snap, or something worse, but instead he smiled. His iconic hand mask was absent, so you could see his face in full, and your emotions wouldn’t settle on whether you found the man attractive or terrifying.

"I get it," he said, chills going down your spine at his tone, "you were told to make me happy. I'm sure you'll be in trouble if you don't, but—" reaching out with his right hand, he gripped your left arm tightly "—you're irritating me, so this should be enough proof for why you left me alone."

You could barely suppress the shriek of anguish that rocked through you as you felt your arm break down, flesh and bone crumbling to ash under his grip. Stumbling back, you fell to the floor against the chair Compress had sat in. Whimpers came from you as the ash crawled up your arm before fading away just below your shoulder, leaving barely a stump. You held the wound tightly, eyes shut tight as tears edged out the corners.

"You'll want to move quickly to get that treated if you don't want to bleed out." Shigaraki snickered, brushing the remnants of your arm from his hand.

A whine was all you gave in reply, but you stayed still where you had fallen. Your breathing steadied as you nursed your wound.

Sobs faded as you calmed yourself, being replaced with a sharp intake of breath, soft pops, and slick, wet noises. You stared at the wound as lines of red muscle stretched out of it, winding around the white of bone that grew within the twisting mass. Flesh stretched along the new limb as it grew, covering pulsing tissue. You flexed the fingers as they formed, staring at the wet red tips as your skin covered them.

Taking a few staggered breaths, you used the chair as a brace to stand back up. You winced as you felt the newly grown muscles tense with the activity. Once fully standing you brushed the remainder of the ash from your dress and stood as calmly as you could in front of the man. "Shall I clean that up for you, or do you wish to do more first?"

He stared at you, processing the sight he had just witnessed before he started chuckling, "A healing quirk, I guess they wanted to make sure I couldn't break my new toy so easily, huh?"

For the first time since your arrival, he stood from his chair. He limped, brace clicking as it moved with him until he was close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off him,  "How much can you heal?"

"M-most anything, long as I have time to focus on it."

"So, if I took off your head, would you survive? What if I took out your heart?"

"I… I can replace my h-heart, I don't know about my head…" The line of questioning was normal for you, but his increased interest in you made you uneasy. You knew going into this assignment it may lead to him pushing your quirk to its max, maybe even dying, but you had hoped he would have an interest in more normal things. Less dangerous or painful.

"Shall we test that?" he purred, reaching up and cupping your chin.

You flinched in reaction, expecting the pain of your flesh disintegrating once again. However, it did not come. You realized he was only partially holding your face, pinkie hovering over your skin.

"You really thought I'd do it, huh?" he laughed. "Oh? Did that piss you off?"

His supposed joke was not only cruel but embarrassing, enough so that you had blundered and scowled at him.

"First time I've had someone look at me like that since I got here, all of you just tend to suck up. You must really hate me to let that look slip through."

You gave no reply, only looked away from his gaze and wished he would choose another way to entertain himself with you.

"Well?" he snapped, squeezing your face and making you look at him again.

"...Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I hate you."

His grip slipped away, and you shifted your jaw around in response to the relief of pressure.

"Because you think I'm not worthy of running your little cult?"

You almost snapped at him, berating him for calling it a cult. You hated when people called it that. You withheld though, instead answering the question, "No, Re-Destro says you will be the one to lead us and I am far from being one to question such his judgment."

"So, you hate me because you're supposed to be my toy?"

"...You killed…" you mumbled.

"What was that?"

"You killed my friends!" you snapped.

"I've killed a lot of people. If your friends were among them, it's because they got in my way. Bet they were part of the sad attempt to take me down right?" He shifted his weight off his bad leg before stepping back to sit down, his chin resting on knuckles as he smiled at you.

You hated how much he seemed to enjoy tormenting you.

At least you were entertaining him.

"Yes. They were part of the… sacrifice that led us to you…"

"Is that what they’re calling it? If you were so close to these friends, why weren't you part of that sacrifice, fighting out there with them?"

Lips pursed at the question, shame coursing through you. "I… I ran."

"Hmm…" his eyes ran over you, considering you, "come here."

The command surprised you, but you did as he asked and stepped forward until the two of you were close enough for him to touch you.

He did just that, reaching forward and grabbing your arm with another partial hold and tugged you to land on your knees, drawing a sharp hiss from you at the jolt of pain that came with the impact. Before you could question his action, he gave another order.

"Blow me."

"What?!"

He laughed at the reaction, "I thought being a whore was part of your skillset?"

"I—I thought you didn't—why now?"

"Because seeing you suck my cock when you despise me is funny as fuck. You're here to entertain me right? Well," he grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face into his crotch, "get started."

You reeled back from the location, his grip allowing you some movement, but it didn't give you relief from his smell as it overwhelmed your nostrils. It wasn't horrendous, just the strong musk of a male. Sweat mixed with, to your surprise, the scent of a woody cologne and medicinal smell that must have come from his injuries. It made you dizzy trying to handle the sudden aroma along with the devilish command.

This had always been a strong possibility that you would have to pleasure him, given the assignment, but the man had been going one direction to another with his attitude towards you. It was giving you whiplash trying to figure out where he was going.

"I'm waiting," he growled, tightening his grip as a warning.

You began doing as told, unfastening the clasp of his pants and sliding down the zipper. While not eager for the task, you were less eager to test if your head could grow back.

It took only a moment to withdraw him, given he was going commando beneath. He was even generous enough to move his hips as you adjusted the clothing to better accommodate the act. Soon enough, cock and balls were free, and his scent was even more overwhelming than before, drawing a sigh from you as you tried to breathe.

Perhaps he found the sigh humorous because he gave a light chuckle, which drew your gaze up to meet his. You fought a tremble at the sight of him staring down at you, a cocky smirk on his cracked lips. There was also the slight feeling of excitement, knowing that he wanted you to please him. Despite all your shortcomings, you were still a loyal member of the front and this man was your leader. You were being given the privilege of pleasuring him.

That reminder was almost enough to settle all your nerves after his games until he spoke again.

"What's wrong? Don't know what to do or just hesitant to suck the cock of the guy who killed your friends?" His smirk widened in response to your glare.

Taking him in your palm, you began stroking him. You could feel his cock throb as you did, reacting to the touch readily. Pausing as you noticed the dryness on the skin against skin, you smirked as you removed your grip and spat on your palm quickly before returning to the hold.

"Sorry, forgot my lube," you quipped, enjoying your small act of disrespect.

"Was going to be covered in your spit sooner or later," he replied as you stroked, head leaning back to rest against the chair. Fighting back the urge to further test how far you could act out, you continued. The feel of him became harder in your grip, his pulse against your skin as he twitched. You leaned in and started lightly pepper kisses along his growing length while fondling his balls.

The slightest moan, a quiet hum in sound, came from him as you worked.

"Getting impatient," he growled a few moments later, his grip tensing once again on your head.

Despite this claim, this was a breathy aspect to his voice, causing a spark of excitement to shoot through you as you heard it. He was enjoying your touch and that was causing its own knot of need to build with you. You weren't happy to feel it, but it was difficult not to find him being turned on hot as hell.

Sliding your tongue up his shaft, you reached the spongy head and enveloped it with your lips. Even at half-mast, you knew you were going to have a difficult time with him as he became further erect; the man was not just well-endowed with power.

"About time." He hissed with satisfaction as you took him in your mouth. "Don't try anything idiotic, now. While I'd love to get an answer to if your head will come back, I'd hate to be blue balled if the answer was no." His threat was followed by a slightly stuttered laugh, his hips arching to push more of his girth into you.

He was just trying to get another rise out of you, so you chose to ignore the taunt. Relaxing your throat, you responded to his movement and took him in almost eagerly, tongue wrapping around the shaft and sucking at him. What you didn't take, you kept a hand around, massaging the tightening muscle to its base while bracing yourself against his thigh with your free hand.

Head bobbing, you sucked at the cock slowly, while taking as much as you could down your throat. He was eager for you to take more, pressing his partial grip against the back of your head while his hips rocked. Since he was not allowing you to withdraw for air, you fought against the insistence somewhat, not eager to gag on him and keep the ability to breathe through your nose...

"Guess my little whore does know what she’s doing," Shigaraki groaned.

The sudden praise caught you off guard, a moan of delight at the words slipping from you in response.

"Hm? Did you enjoy that? Being told how well you suck my cock?" His pressure loosened for a moment, and you took advantage to pull back and take a sharp intake of air, a loud pop emitting as the seal around him broke. "Oh, what's wrong? I thought you were having fun being my toy."

You panted, glaring up at his grinning face. You responded to his tease by gently nipping at the tip of his cock, barely grazing your teeth across the soft flesh.

He gave a stuttered groan at the action, a soft chuckle following, "Bitch," his eyes wild as he spoke. His fierce grip returned and shoved your head down, forcing the thick cock down your throat. Your lips pressed against the soft white public hair at his base as your passage stretched to accommodate him.

Gagging, both your palms braced against his lap. Fingers dug into the cloth of his pants as you attempted to withdraw. His hold remained firm, allowing only a bit of retreat. The moment you receded a certain length he pressed down and arched his hips once more, thrusting his massive girth forward to the hilt.

"Th-there we go," he stuttered between ragged breaths as he fucked into your mouth, "such a sweet mouth-pussy you've got. I'll have to thank Yotsubashi for sending you to me. It w-was him, right? The one who thought I needed entertainment?"

You whimpered, mind dizzy as he used you.

"Ah, I guess you can't really answer can you?" He cackled, breaking into a deep groan as he forced you to his base again. He held you there, his free hand trailing to your bulging throat; fingers grazing along it. "Need some air? I could give you a new hole for that," a loose grip began encircling you, the feel of his prosthetic fingers cold against your hot flesh, "give me a new hole to fuck, too," he added, giving another breathy laugh.

Spots danced at the edge of your vision. The lack of oxygen was starting to affect you. Abruptly, he yanked your head back, fully unsheathing himself from you. You took the freedom quickly, gulping down the air as you gasped to breathe; it burned to feel as your lungs reacted to the denied resource.

Shigaraki seized your chin and forced you to look up at him. Your sight was shaky, eyes unfocused from the abuse. You could feel the drool coating your face, saliva dripping from your lips.

"Fuck, you look good like this. Being a fucktoy really suits you."

"Th-thank you.."

"Hmmm? Oh, shit. You actually enjoyed that, didn't you? Being facefucked like that? Bet your panties are soaked, aren't they?"

Between your brain trying to regain its function and the unbearable knot that had grown inside you, there was no way you could deny that he was right. You loved to serve, and not only had you made him feel good, the sporadic praise as he used you had been driving you wild.

"Does my slut want more?"

More what? Abuse? For him to use your mouth like a fleshlight again? To praise you for making him feel good?

"Y-yes."

"I thought so. Stand up."

The command confused you, not registering why he would want that. He stood as well, leaning himself again with the chair to make sure the brace moved properly. He looked down on you as you remained on the floor, then reached down and took hold of your arm and pulled you up with surprising strength.

You were sure he was going to snap at you for not following the command. Instead, he dragged you to a nearby dresser and shoved you against it. Swiping away the objects on top with a brush of his arm, he returned his focus to you.

"Turn around," he growled, "or you still too fucked to follow that one, too?"

Reacting quickly, you turned so you leaned over the dresser, now registering the large mirror he had positioned you in front of. Your appearance startled you; your face was flushed, drool and tear-stains dried at the corners of your mouth and eyes, your eyes were glazed and lips puffy, even a little torn. You were a complete mess.

"Nice view, right?" Shigaraki whispered in your ear, startling you. Even with the mirror, you had been too focused on yourself to see him move behind you.

Before you could think of a reply, he pulled your skirt up and exposed your ass while pressing you further against the dresser, his hand against your shoulder. Using you to brace himself against the bad leg. His fingers trailed along your skin and fabric of your underwear, goosebumps forming where he touched.

"Tight little ass you've got." He smacked a cheek, and you gasped not just from the impact but from the momentary feel of your flesh breaking down where he touched, full contact with his hand given. The wound faded as new flesh formed, where he ran his fingers along again until he reached the edge of your panties, now frayed from the impact. His fingertips traced along the edge, gliding downwards between your legs, his foot pushing against yours to force you to spread yourself more as he itched closer to your sex.

"You're drenched," he stated, feeling the wet cloth and slithering past it, pushing into you and parting your lips.

A sigh escaped you as he touched the sensitive area, a mix of terror and excitement swirling inside as your mind raced at what he could do to you with that hand down there. The fabric became taut as he took hold of it and pulled, you felt ash against your flesh as it dissolved in his hand. You flinched.

"No moving unless I say so, I'll be very pissed if you make me fall," His hand on your shoulder pressed harder, reminding you that you were his brace to balance with. "Got it?"

"Yes." your voice trembled.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… sir?" you offered, unsure if that was what he wanted. Another smack of your ass pulled a new cry from you.

"Good girl," he purred with a chuckle.

You realized the smack had been a reward. Your body shivered as you registered this, wondering what a punishment would be like. His fingers drifted back between your legs and began to explore your folds. Trailing along your entrance, he reached its top and found the swollen bead.

He massaged the point, applying pressure as he did so. The act drew a moan from you, relief at the touch after being worked up from everything. You were so confused but dared not to question it. His attention changed, fingers sliding back down and with no warning, he slipped two fingers deep into you.

A gasp ripped from you as he did so, his fingers pumped roughly inside you stretching and exploring. You whimpered in pleasure as you felt him graze against your sweet spot. He picked up on the sign immediately and returned to the spot, focusing his attention on it.

"F-fuck—!" Your legs shook, trying to remain steady as he fingered you.

"Does my whore feel good?"

"Y-y—fuck—yes!"

"Look at you," he chuckled, "enjoying being played with. Happy you ran away now?"

The words hurt, the reminder of your shame. "I—" your sentence cut off before it began, as his pace quickened inside you, ripping more moans from you in its place.

"Didn't catch that, did you want me to stop?"

"N-no, please. Sir."

The hand on your shoulder eased off, repositioning itself under your arm, and pulled at the front of your dress, the cloth torn easily with the help of his quirk and exposed your breasts. He began kneading at the nearest one, your nipple hardening in his fingers at the sudden cold air.

The knot became tighter as he did so, you were so close to it snapping apart. Just a little more.

"Say you're glad you ran. Admit it."

"W-what?"

He made a sound of dissatisfaction and you learned quickly what he considered a punishment.

There was no holding back the scream his touch caused this time, as he took full hold on the breast he had been playing with. Tears glazed your vision as you felt the tender area shred away. You could see the mound dissolve in the mirror. He released the full touch after a few moments, and the crumbling stopped with it, leaving a broken, fleshy lump in its place.

"Damn, that made you tighten up," he hissed, his fingers still at work inside you.

The mix of sensations was baffling, your mind trying to process the mix of pain and pleasure. The knot twisted inside you, trying to understand how it should be. You could only whimper as you watched your breast heal and reform itself in the mirror, not sure how else to react.

"Now, tell me the truth," he started again, unrelenting in his fingerfucking, "would you rather be dead with all your precious 'friends' or," he removed his fingers from you, much to your disdain, "would you rather be here, where I'll shove my cock into that eager cunt of yours?"

"P-please, I just—"

"Answer the question." He grabbed your hip, and you whined at the feeling his touch provided you as his quirk activated once again; however, if that feeling was pain or pleasure, as your knot reacted to it, you were starting to be unsure. Your body ached for relief of any kind.

"Here," you finally responded.

"What was that?"

"I'd rather be here!" you yelled, then immediately cried out as Shigaraki shoved his cock inside of you.

"Good answer." He gave you no time to adjust to him, pulling out and thrusting back in just as forcefully as he could. Your walls ached as they stretched to fit him, your body rocking as you held yourself steady against the dresser, keeping yourself propped up to ensure he had the support as he had ordered.

Ragged gasps and moans mixed with curses of ecstasy as his assault continued, "S-sir,.. fuck—ah!" you cried out as he felt him pressed deep into you, hitting against your cervix. Again, the confusing mix of pleasure and pain flooded you at the feel.

"Such a tight cunt. Feels like my cock is being strangled. Yet…" Another smack of your ass, pulling more screams as his hand rested against the flesh. "There we go, yes," he growled as he shoved into the tightening hole between your legs. "Such a delightful little plaything, making your owner feel so fucking good—fuckyes—that's right, you like being told what a good whore you are. Don't you?" he inquired, feeling your body react to the words of praise.

"Yesyesyesohgod—"

"My toy close to cumming?"

You moaned in agreement, your head nodding eagerly given just how close you were. It felt as if you were going to break with how tight the winding knot had become. Just a bit more.

He withdrew as suddenly as he had entered, causing a long whine to come from you at the abrupt denial, "Why?" you begged, chest heaving in his grip. The question was rewarded with a sharp pain as that grip tightened, pressing against the center of your chest so you were pulled back to press against his own chest.

"Don't forget, I get to choose how I play with you," Shigaraki growled into your ear. As he spoke, he removed his palm, relieving you of the assault of his quirk. His fingers trailed along the area as it healed, causing you to twitch from the pain of the open wound being agitated. His breath was hot against your skin, a low chuckle emitting from him as you reacted to the touch.

Keeping a partial hold on your chest to keep you rigid against him, he used his free hand to take hold of your thigh. "Lift," he ordered, pulled at the limb.

You obeyed, moving the leg with him as he raised it. He rested it against the dresser. With the mirror, you could see how spread you were for him. His grip released, and you quickly worked to remain balanced against the dresser and his hold. You watched his hand press against the flesh of your raised leg, seeing your body break apart at the touch yet again. He glided his grip down the curve of your leg, spreading the damage.

You were grateful for the control he had over his quirk, knowing how he could let the quirk spread until it engulfed your body. Instead, he was choosing to start and stop it with the touch. As grateful for his kindness as you were, it didn't stop the tears and whimpers the injury caused as it spread against you.

He finally relented, removing his palm and hovering it over the broken flesh.

"Never got to play with a healing quirk before," he purred, "so much fun."

"H-happy to—ah—" his teeth sank into your neck, interrupting your words. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror, and you could see just how much he really was enjoying himself.

He ended the bite and smiled at you.

"Keep watching," he commanded, as his hand left your leg to reach behind you.

It took only a moment to see where it had gone as you looked in the mirror for it. It appeared between your raised leg, gripping his hard cock. He pressed the head against your sore pussy and pushed back inside.

You moaned as your walls stretched to welcome him back, your body trembling with delight as you both saw and felt him move inside you. You could see each upward thrust he made into you, burying himself to the base within you repeatedly, his cock slick with your juices. Yet again you started to feel that burning need as you watched yourself be used, that knot tight within you that had been denied after being so close to relief.

"Enjoying the show?" he whispered, his breath uneven; evidence of his own pleasure in the words.

"Yes, you feel s-so good," you moaned, hoping the praise would keep him from denying your climax again.

If the words had any effect on him, he showed no sign on his face, but his thrusts intensified. "Is that right? The slut enjoys being filled with cock. So. Fucking. Surprising." He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips. His fingers dug into your hip as he moved, the slow spread of his quirk digging into your flesh.

You cried out at the incredible mix of pain and pleasure, pushing so close to your edge, then he slowed his pace. Switching from fast, rapid thrusts to slow, deep ones. You did all you could not to whine at yet another denial.

He grinned at the sight of you in the mirror, clearly enjoying edging you.

"You know," he began, voice quivering with his own pleasure, "I could make this even better for myself." The hand bracing your chest drifted downwards to rest over your stomach and pressed against partially with his hand, the pressure making the feel of him inside you increase as he did so. "I could reach through you and give myself a hand job while fucking you," he whispered, placing full contact with the area.

You jolted at the double contact, hip and stomach, back arching as he dug into you. The knot snapped inside you, your mind going blank with the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt, and let out a muted cry.

"D-damn it, trying to rip my dick off?" he snapped, giving a subdued laugh. Moving from the wounded areas, he grabbed both your arms and yanked them from the dresser, forcing you against the objects and knocking the wind from you. Your shoulder ached with its own pain as he took full hold of it, pushing down against you to keep himself stable. "I don't fucking recall saying you could cum!"

"I'm-I'm s-s-sorry," you cried as you felt him pump into you, every thrust sending shocks through you as he forced himself through your sensitive tunnel.

"You're not, but you will be before you leave—ugh, fuck," his threat broke off as his hips slammed against you once more, holding deep inside you. A warmth filled you, and after a few moments of him resting against you, he withdrew, releasing his hold from you, sidestepping, and leaning himself against the dresser as well.

Slipping from the furniture, you slid to the floor and sat there; your body shook as you tried to regain composure. Taking slow breaths, you focused on your wounds and made sure they finished healing before taking an unsteady glance upwards to the man standing above you.

He, too, was catching his breath, eyes shut as he rested. But he took quick note of your gaze and opened them to meet it. As you tried to organize your feelings and thoughts as he looked at you, one particular worry bubbled up.

"You… came inside me."

His brow raised the statement as his cracked lips spread to a wide grin. "I don't recall you providing a condom."

You flushed, reaching into the pocket of your tattered dress and withdrew the packets, "I—"

"You thought I was serious?” he stated as he eyed the condoms in your hand, “Ha, no. In fact…" he motioned for you to come to him. Shakely, you did as told and stood up next to him. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer, pulling you close to his face to where your lips almost met his, "Beg for it."

"Beg…?" your voice was shaky at the closeness.

"Beg for me to breed you." The order startled you, causing you to stutter nonsense. Yet, as you considered everything you had just felt, everything he had just made you feel…

“Please… sir, please, breed me like the whore I am....”

“Good girl,” Shigaraki praised, pulling you against his lips for a kiss. You leaned into it eagerly, surprised by the intimate act. He broke the contact, smirking, “you are going to be fun to play with.”

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Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Refresh

college student! Hyunjae x milf! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, cheating, mild spanking, mild degradation, dom!Hyunjae

Ok so I definitely do not encourage or condone cheating. Just been thinking about college student Hyunjae taking up a job as your pool boy for the holidays. You - a rich, elegant but lonely housewife, cooped up in a large beautiful house with nothing (or noone) to do. Hyunjae - a dashing young man with a bright smile and strong work ethic (depends what or who the work is).

Your new pool boy is a sweetheart, listening to your woes and keeping you company throughout the day. One day, you're frustrated at your boring sex life, wishing for something new, and he takes matters into his own hands.

You're bent over the kitchen counter, nightdress bunched up around your waist, moaning loudly as Hyunjae pounds into your tight pussy. He's got his large hand around your waist, and the other in your hair, pushing your face onto the surface of the counter. This position hurts your jaw, but you were so lost in the pleasure between your thighs that you didn't mind.

"Your husband could never make you feel this good," Hyunjae grunts, punctuating every word with a harsh snap of his hips into yours. You groan as you feel your sensitive nipples drag across the counter with every thrust. Your husband was the last thing on your mind when your favorite pool boy was fucking you till your legs wobbled.

After weeks of you ogling him as he worked on cleaning and maintaining your pool, casual touches on his toned arms and sharing drinks once he was done, you finally made a move. You had greeted him at the door as usual and left him to work in your backyard as you rushed upstairs to change. You came back downstairs, dressed in a skimpy, see through slip dress and called him from the kitchen. He turned and saw you dressed like that, holding two glasses of drinks, and he dropped everything in his hands.

Hyunjae walked over to you, his eyes roaming all over your body, an intense look in his eyes. His fists were clenched with the effort to resist taking you right there and then, and it made his muscles even more prominent under his white sleeveless tee. You offered him a drink and he sips it quietly, eyes never leaving yours; a stark contrast to his usual bubbly self. Granted he was rather shy when he first started, but he soon opened up and often chatted with you as he worked, listening intently as you talked about your kids, your life as a housewife, and even your husband. Your sweet, kind, but rather passive husband, who rarely initiates sex and even if he does, it's always too vanilla for you.

Today you were complaining about the latest argument you had between you and your husband. Him having a low sex drive and you, being cooped up at home while the kids were at school and daycare. You had needs too, and you needed fulfilment, you lamented as you placed a manicured hand on his muscular chest. Hyunjae nodded understandingly as he finished his drink. He set his glass on the table before pushing you into the marble kitchen counter, caging you in with his arms.

He leaned down to bring his face close to yours. "What if I could help you, you know, fulfil those needs?" He asked gently, eyes trailing down to your lips. You felt yourself getting wetter and your pussy throbbed at the thought of getting your way. "It's all I've wanted these since I met you," you breathed. He surges down to devour your lips, the sweet and gentle Hyunjae no longer present. His large hands grabbed at your tits, massaging them through the thin fabric as he shoved his tongue in your mouth.

You moaned shamelessly as he licks into your mouth, sucking and biting at your lips, spit going everywhere and he slots a leg between your knees. You subconsciously grind on his toned thigh, which he proceeds to move slowly, letting you use his leg to get off. He pulls apart from the kiss and grabs you by your jaw. "So needy, my sweet lady. Why get pleasure from my thighs when I can give you something better?" he smirked.

He pushed you to your knees as he freed his cock from his shorts and slapped his tip on your lips a few times. You wasted no time taking him into your mouth and sucking hard, rubbing your tongue all over his hard length and stroking his shaft with one hand. He groans at your skills, gripping your hair harshly as he thrusts lightly into your mouth. His sounds only make you wetter and you sneak your free hand into your soaked panties for some relief. Hyunjae noticed this and pulled harshly on your hair. "No touching," he snarled.

You whimpered around his dick and resorted to jacking him off with both hands as you continued to suck and lick him all over. He cums with a low groan, tilting your head back by your hair, blowing his load all over your face and chest. You keep stroking him until he stops spurting thick white cream. You scoop up his cum with a finger and swallow it, continuing to do so until your face and chest were clean, despite some cum stains on your dress. Watching you swallow his cum gets him hard again quickly and he pulls you back up to lean against the cabinets.

He starts to suck and lick your nipples through your dress, soaking the fabric with his spit, his hand rubbing your folds. Your moans turn into a yelp as you felt him rip your panties off and shove two fingers into your slick pussy, thrusting them roughly. He curls his fingers and you mewl, legs shaking from the force of his thrusts. You can barely hold yourself up as Hyunjae left marks across your chest despite your pleas not to. "Let your husband see them. Let him see how you let me wreck your body," he sneered, before flipping you over on your front.

He kneels down to lick a long stripe up your folds and gives your ass a harsh spank, making you cover your mouth to quieten your moans. He gets up and pulls both your arms back, telling you that he wants to hear your filthy noises, wants you to tell him how good he fucks you. He spreads your legs further apart and he eases his throbbing length into you, drawing a lewd moan from your throat at his size. The stretch of your walls burns deliciously and you find yourself pushing back into him. He laughs mockingly, "Let me do the work, mistress. I'll make you forget your husband ever existed."

He pulls out all the way and slams back into you at once, causing you to scream. He pounds into you mercilessly, grunting and cursing under his breath as he admires how wrecked you look, laying on the counter since your legs didn't have the strength to keep you up anymore. and your body jolting with the force of his hips. Your slutty moans echoing off the marble surface, spit drooling down your chin and your eyes rolling up into the back of your head.

"Has he ever made you feel this good? Ever been able to fuck you stupid like this? Turn you into a dumb whore, unable to speak 'cause you can only think about my thick cock that's fucking you so deep?" Hyunjae taunts you as he fucks you even harder and deeper, his orgasm building. You swear you can feel his dick in your tummy and you're sobbing, begging him to let you cum but he only spanks you and tells you to shut up.

He reaches down to rub your clit roughly, and you clench your pussy tight around his cock, prompting Hyunjae to cum inside you with a guttural moan. He keeps pumping into you, albeit a bit sloppily, as he rides his orgasm out and you can't handle the overstimulation, cumming all over his dick. He plays with your clit as you cum and your swollen walls clench and unclench around him, some of your mixed cum dribbling out and down your thighs. He slows down and rocks to a stop, leaning over your back to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

You're both panting harshly, Hyunjae's softening cock still inside you, preventing more of his cum from spilling out of your pussy. He kisses up your back and your shoulders, before turning your face so he can kiss you on your lips, even more gently than ever. You kiss him back, sweetly making out when you hear the kitchen door open, and you both freeze in shock as you realise your husband is home and gawking at your compromising position.

"Honey..?"

A/N: Gee I wonder why Younghoon is in that picture too 😉

[getlitaesthetic]

Yes?? Ofc???

Lol so I never did this. Alright, so my absolutely baseless opinions on the new characters, this is exclusively based off of the original art for them.

Raphael: Literally no fucking fashion sense. His puffy sleeves and idiot shoes hurt my feelings, and also why does he have puffy sleeves on a sleeveless shirt in the first place PLEASE. His skin tone is a mess, his hair is wack as fuck, his shoes are disgusting, and he's going to die a virgin. The crotch tassles?? He's giving 13 year old's fanon edit of a child from a Mammon/Simeon/Solomon poly AU. Throw the whole bitch away. He's in Hell bc God didn't want him.

Mephistopheles: Whore behavior. Looks like a twink who dyed his hair the wrong fucking color with Splat and now he can't change it without losing his hair. He looks like he wants to try and dom Lucifer but he'll get absolutely curb stomped straight to the 7th level. The heeled cowboy boots??? The silver cane with the gold uniform accents but white gloves?? This is a pirate who tried to take over the ship and will be walking the plank for his crimes.

Thirteen: Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stylish. I wish she was POC but I'll take it. Bi pride hair. Tattoo going off but she should get more of them who only gets one thigh tatt and calls it a day? Shoes dope. Throw the fucking scrunchie away why does she have it. Change her nail polish color the yellow looks weird. How does her one half fishnet stay up? I love her.