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yndrgrl · 1 year

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yandere! kiribaku are your gym crushes, & you're their obsession

long ass fic. polyamory. quirkless! au. established! kiribaku. switch! kiribaku

warning: nsfw, voyerism, kiribaku seggsy time, stalking, spit-roasting, double penetration, cockwarming

a/n: i hope y'all like big boyz (please request scenarios) also can someone tell me how to reply to comments or something... idk how to. also writing this took forever cuz it kept deleting parts frfr

let's be mutuals :) insta: thebufferfish

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kirishima was the first one to notice you out of the pair. you showed up at the gym an hour after him & bakugou arrived. something drew him to you, his eyes trailing you into the locker room.

you didn't wear anything "high fashion" per se, just what you felt confident in. boy, did it show. you walked back out with a certain aura around you-- sure, ready to work, & determined. whatever goal you had in mind for that training session, you were going to achieve it, kirishima could tell.

"oi! what are you looking at, shitty hair?" bakugou scowled as he arose from the bench, reracking the weight then followed his boyfriend's eyes. he saw your figure facing away from him. you were on the treadmill at walking speed. his breath hitched for a moment, but he blamed it on working out. he tried to rationalize that he hasn't even -technically- seen you, & you're probably just an extra in his movie anyways.

after your warmup, you went for a squat rack, where you would stay for a good portion of your workout. you started off with squats-- tried & true. you had big, bulky headphones on & your hair tied up out & away from your face.

bakugou & kirishima got a good look at your face through the reflection of the giant mirror that lined the walls. you loaded your weight for your warmup, & bakugou scoffed.

"what is that chick even doing?" he rolled his eyes to kirishima, turning his back on you. he swatted away any curiosity that he had for you.

he heard you rerack the weight, take off the clip, & slide off your warmup weight. he examined kirishima's usual happy expression turned into one of shock, approval, & a hint of arousal. bakugou would've been offended, jealous, cursing his boyfriend with every name under the sun due to this reaction.

"what is it now?" he groaned, turning his head back to face you. he was expecting maybe you flashed kirishima, maybe you somehow seduced him with siren power, but he wasn't expecting you, with a leather weightlifting belt strapped against your stomach, squatting way more than expected. if they were being honest, it almost looked inhuman, yet you had no indication that you were struggling.

kirishima breathed out, "you know, kats, she's actually kind of strong."

bakugou knew kirishima, of course he did. he knows all the little tendencies he does when he feels a certain way. when he's nervous, he has a smile that's stretched a little too wide; when he's angry, his normally-bright red eyes turn blood crimson-- almost black. that's why, when he saw his partner adjust his pants & bite his lip, he knew kirishima was undoubtedly attracted & turned on.

"is that all it takes to get you going?" bakugou barked at the redhead, angered, not because he was jealous, but because he was puzzled. truly puzzled. he was so content with the life that him & kirishima had, the routine they fell into. wake up together, get ready & eat breakfast together, have some morning fun, go to the gym, work, come home, have more fun, sleep. that was their life.

yet here comes you, a random stranger with the brute strength of hercules & the beauty of a goddess. you wrecked their unsaid routine.

"what are you talking about?" kirishima questioned when he tore his eyes away from you. he just watched you add more weight to your next set.

"are you that easy?"

"katsuki, you're one to talk," kirishima laughed, switching positions with his partner so he could begin his set of bench press. "i saw you look straight at her ass, & don't deny it 'cuz i watched your eyes."

"i don't know what you're talking about," katsuki growled. his boyfriend unloaded the weight, bringing the weight down to his chest then pushing it back up. even when struggling under a mass of metal, kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"yeah, you do," kirishima uttered out between his reps. "i can see your hard-on right now."

"shut up!" bakugou yelled. kirishima & bakugou's eyes darted towards you & met your semi-scared gaze in the mirror.

"katsuki," kirishima reracked his weights then sat up.

bakugou lowered his voice, saying, "listen, shitty hair, i'll admit that she got me a little bit hard, okay? but i'm not going to do anything about it, i'm loyal to you-"

"i want you to," kirishima laughed, cutting off his partner's endearing, aggressive rant.

"what?"

"i want you to do stuff to her," the redhead reiterated, "i want to do stuff to her. honestly we're both attracted to her, & i wouldn't mind sharing you if it's with someone like her."

"what if we get to know her?" kirishima suggested, sly smirk glued on his face. bakugou couldn't help but copy.

that night, after snooping through your gym bag when you went to the restroom, they found out your name was y/n l/n & your instagram username, thanks to your notifications.

over a quick dinner they made when they got home, they scrolled through your posts. they learned that you were nineteen, three years younger than them. they found what college you're studying at & what major you went into. more importantly, they found all the progress pictures, selfies, & outfit-of-the-day pictures.

whether it was posts themselves or past stories, they screenshot them all. every single one. the more they looked at you, the more they realized how good of a choice they're making by perusing you-- not that you knew that yet.

then they found the gold mine. you're a college girl trying to live it up while you're still young, that much they gathered. what they didn't expect was to see you & your friends (the important part is you though) in costume that bordered lingerie. the post's caption was, "baby rave!"

it felt sinful to see you in such a way. at the gym, you're pristine, well-mannered. in this post, however, you are a complete party girl with lights of different colors radiating, confetti in your hair, & an alcohol-induced flush on your face.

you wore a dark red bikini top that barely held your breasts. metallic chains draped around your body, all connected by a black pearl choker. your bottom matched the top, & you wore ripped-up fishnets underneath.

if bakugou & kirishima were there that night, they would've fucked all of your holes in the middle of the mosh pit.

grunts & sloppy slurps echoed off the walls of the room they shared. "ah, fuck, eijiro," bakugou groaned, his eyes shifting to the man sucking his cock to the pictures of you at a rave, letting your friends jokingly squeeze all over you. he wishes that was him & his boyfriend's hands all over you.

kirishima coughed, spit & pre-cum mixed sliding down bakugou's cock. "choke on that dick, babe," the blonde taunted. in response, kirishima shoved his head down onto his length then moaned. the vibrations sent shock waves through bakugou through the tip & into the rest of his body.

not long after, bakugou forced kirishima on his feet. he stood with him, both of their impressive sizes in his grasp, pressed against each other. he spat onto kirishima's girth, & already was kirishima jacking his hips forward for friction. "god, fuckin' do it already," demanded the redhead, biting his lip. bakugou stroked their cocks simultaneously as kirishima crashed his chapped lips against his.

soon, they were moaning into each other's mouths, eyes cracked open to see the picture of you propped now on the bedside lamp. "oh fuck, i need her so bad," bakugou admitted, & kirishima's heart leaped out of his throat. he could've won a marathon with how wide his panting smile was.

"tell me how bad you need her, kats~" kirishima said as he slipped out of his boyfriend's grasp & got behind the blonde. he reached around bakugou's waist, making him face the photo of you with your hands spreading your ass ever so slightly, only fishnets & a bikini bottom covering your most precious parts.

the bulky redhead, with his other hand, lined his tip with bakugou's hole. "i need her bouncing on my cock while she's choking on your massive fuckin' dick," bakugou responded, & he was rewarded with kirishima pushing past his entrance with his tip & him pumping faster.

"what else? that can't be the only thing," kirishima laughed. "i know how crazy you can actually be."

"'gonna ruin her so bad, she'll only need us. god, she's gonna become our cute, little house wife."

"oh yeah?" kirishima pushed his entire shaft into bakugou asshole, & they groaned together. bakugou leaned his body into the bigger man, shutting his eyes as kirishima pumped him hard, thrusting in & out of him.

"fuck yeah," said bakugou, "she's gonna -harder, bastard- she's gonna our fucktoy house wife, addicted to our cock. i'm gonna fill her up every night of the rest of her life, i swear to god."

they both looked back at your picture, your stunning body, every curve & every muscle & every stretch mark. they were obsessed, needy. "f-fuck, ei, i'm gonna cum," bakugou choked out, brows furrowed & concentrated on your photo.

"me t-too," kirishima said, thrusting harder into his boyfriend. thinking about you already felt good, so what would it feel like if you were actually here? they both wondered. great minds think alike, after all.

in kirishima's hand, bakugou's cock started to throb, jets of cum shooting out & onto your picture, all over the night stand. kirishima followed in suit; he pulled his cock out of bakugou's gaping hole & jerked himself off to you. "y-y/n," he moaned, releasing his cum all over you.

you didn't know any of this, you didn't know just how badly they wanted you, what they did to the mere thought of you. you were unaware of a lot of things, it seemed to them. you didn't know how perfect you were, always hiding your stomach by crossing your arms over it when you sat down. you didn't know how much you teased them when you swayed your hips.

& you didn't know how much you ruined their daily routine.

they found themselves less present at the well-oiled machine of a company they own; not that it mattered, they only go for a few hours every week just for check ups. they spend an ungodly amount of time at the gym, taking note what time you show up on certain days. they figured out your workout routine, what machines you like using, how often you refill your water bottle, what supplements you take.

you couldn't help but notice them as well-- not to the extent they notice you though.

they were eye-catching, everyone in the room would find themselves magnetized to their hulking selves.

bakugou was intimidating, wearing tank tops & loose fitting pump covers. he was at least six foot two, weighing in at 230 pounds of nothing but pure, raw muscle. he looked like he was born with a scowl on his face. unkept, wild ash-blonde hair, a small stubble growing in neatly.

kirishima was the opposite. he was approachable, a friendly giant. he was bigger than his counterpart, standing at a terrifying six foot six & weighing nearly 300 pounds. he was always found with a smile on his face-- happy to be there. he wore tight fitting, long sleeve shirts. small scars littered his hands & clean-kept face.

they shared one thing though, their demon red eyes, lasered in with focus & intent.

you noticed them & how ridiculously handsome they were. just from their appearances, they were just your type.

you moved into the city from a small town on a full-ride scholarship to the local university. you wanted to experience everything city life had to offer because everything was different. from the concerts to the markets to the men. no one would ever describe you as meek in most aspects of your life. in school, you were hard-working; in your career, you were ambitious! however, when it came to your love life, you were subtle.

other girls approached the two musclemen, chatting & giggling. you watched as the girls gave them their socials before leaving to finish their workout. you, on the other hand, would use a machine close to the one they were using. yup. that was it. that was your grand, big gesture of flirtation & seduction.

when you got lucky & they would look your way, you averted you eyes every time with a dark blush (that you blamed on your workout) as heat flashed through your body. you were only meant to watch from afar, you thought.

bakugou was the first to approach you. blunt as ever, too. it made kirishima want to die of embarrassment. "oi! you!" he called out, but you could barely hear his voice through your noise-canceling headphones. you pushed one side off of your ear, turning your head to see who he was talking to. it was you. "you new here?"

it's been two weeks since you started going to this particular gym, which means it's been two weeks since they've been trying to get your attention so you'd talk with them.

"oh, uh, yeah, i am," you told them as you slid off your headphones, letting them hang on your neck. the music buzzed quietly, you doubt they could hear the song. "j-just moved here." you cleared your throat. since when do i stutter, you mentally face-palmed.

"really? from where?" kirishima butted in. them standing in front of you, only a few feet away made you feel tiny.

you said the name of your town, & bakugou snorted, "i've never even heard of that place. sounds lame."

"compared to here, it is. there's nothing to do over there besides working out & hike," you said with a small smile. most people said that about your town so you never really took offense.

"how do you like it here?" kirishima asked.

you could gush about the city all day. you didn't want to bore them though. "i love it here! there's always something to do. the other day i went to my first rave, & there were more people there than people that live in my old town!"

kirishima laughed at your sudden excitement. they were both relieved that you weren't a raging bitch, that you had such a sweet, lovely personality. truly, beautiful inside & out.

in the city, it was so hard to find gems, yet, without even needing to look, they found you. that must mean that you were meant to be theirs, right?

"tch, you probably aren't that interesting, huh?" the ashen blonde spat, even though he was completely enamored by you.

it caught you by surprise. "you're one to talk, big guy. i've probably lived more life than you," you barked back, half-jokingly & half-warning.

with a staggered laugh & a glance at his amused/annoyed partner, kirishima said, "you got a bite on ya', i like that. please excuse him, he's intimidated by pretty ladies like you."

the people back in your old town always told you that city boys had no charm, that they weren't capable of actual romantic emotion, but this red-haired, toothy-grinned man is proving them all wrong. he was smooth with words, easing your mind.

"i'm eijiro, by the way," he said to you with his hand outstretched.

you secured your weights before taking his hand, to which he gently turned yours & placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles as you were introducing yourself. "i-i'm y/n."

anyone else would've been unbelievably jealous that their hunk of a boyfriend is -very clearly- flirting with another person, but bakugou honestly didn't care. in fact, he was giving eijiro a look that told him to keep going. bakugou knew that, out of the two of them, eijiro was more inviting.

you turned your attention away from eijiro. bakugou took this as a sign to introduce himself. "katsuki."

"katsuki," you repeated, holding out your hand to shake his. "got it, i'm y/n," you said in case he didn't hear you the first time.

the only ones who call him by his first name is his parents, his hunk of a boyfriend, & now, you.

eijiro & katsuki shot a look over you. "do it" eijiro could practically hear his partner demand. "so, y/n, have you been to any good restaurants?"

"there's a few i really like! i haven't seen any with my favorite food though," you said, & that made you remember that you were insanely hungry. as if on cue, your stomach grumbled in complaint. embarrassed, you tried to cough to cover up the fact you could eat a horse & then the whole barn.

eijiro shot you a smile. if he heard your stomach, he didn't say anything. instead, he offered, "what's your favorite food? i promise you that kats & i know a place."

you told them what your favorite food. they already knew though; you loved to post about it on your instagram highlights.

"no way, we were just about to head out to get some! you should come with," eijiro offered.

"i-i don't know," you said as you rubbed your arm. what if he's just being nice? what if he felt like he needed to invite you? those questions & then some circled your head.

"what don't you know, sweetheart?" eijiro questioned as he took your hand again, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "we're not scaring you, are we?"

"n-no! that's not it!" you quickly denied. you didn't mean to give them that impression-- even though you were slightly intimidated by them. however, you were more nervous than anything. your two gym crushes are, not only, in front of you, not only talking to you, but inviting you to a restaurant with them. in your delusions, you pretended that it was a two-way date, even though it was just a friend hangout for sure.

"then what is it, baby?"

"you can just say you don't wanna go," katsuki said, rolling his eyes.

of course you wanted to go! it was a dream to have an opportunity to get closer to the two. "i do wanna go!"

"okay, then what's stopping you?" katsuki scoffed.

you admitted sheepishly, "i kinda spent a lot the other day on groceries & things from amazon."

eijiro was silent at first, then started laughing. "you're cute," he sighed as he let your hand go.

"listen, he didn't ask if you had money. he asked if you wanted to come with us, dumbass," katsuki said with a smirk. eijiro & him, before approaching you, had a long talk about how he needed to be nicer, so his lips turning upward ever so slightly was his "nicer."

"kats," eijiro warned, narrowing his eyes at his partner. katsuki gave a shrug as a response.

"i mean," you began, their attention turning towards you, "if you say it like that, i couldn't miss out on some good food." like a weight being lifted off of eijiro's chest, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

after you finish your last set, you headed to the locker room to freshen up while they waited for you. you fixed your hair, applied more deodorant just in case, & change your shirt-- also just in case.

they led you out of the gym, katsuki slightly in front of you. though his rough exterior, you saw how he was trying to be gentlemanly by making sure you were following him to the car. eijiro, once the car was unlocked, opened the passenger-side door for you. "are you sure?" you questioned while he slid off your duffel bag from off your shoulder.

he replied back, "yeah, i sit up there all the time anyways. it's tons more comfortable in the back for me."

you reluctantly sat in the front seat. the redhead threw himself into the back, placing your bag on the ground beside his.

katsuki slid into the driver's seat with his gym bag in hand. the moment eijiro sat up properly, katsuki threw his bag at his face.

laughter bubbled from you as you gasped out, "that was so mean!"

"yeah, that's why i did it," katsuki replied, getting more giggles out of you. he was in cloud 9, & so was eijiro. katsuki let himself relax to your laughter, falling for your voice. it was ten million times better than his favorite song, & if he had to choose his top band of all time or your voice, he'd never listen to the band ever again. eijiro would allow himself to get hit in the face with katsuki's duffle bag a thousand more times to see that expression on your face. smile wide, mouth agape, as you laughed for him.

"jerk," eijiro muttered, slapping the driver's shoulder.

"whatever," katsuki replied as he backed up the car, "it made the pretty girl over here laugh, so i don't really care if i was being a jerk."

you blushed at katsuki's sudden compliment. eijiro also seemed surprised. "i didn't think you had it in you, kats," eijiro praised, you thought it was because eijiro was just being a supportive friend. the other two knew that it was because of something deeper, something they've worked through in their relationship.

"hey, i got an idea," eijiro started, changing the topic, but you still couldn't get over how flirtatious the two were being. "how about we order takeout from the place? it's pretty busy around this time, so it'll be a wait until we actually get to sit down & eat. is that okay with you, y/n?"

"uh, yeah! if that's what you guys want to do, i don't mind," you said. "where would we eat though?"

"we can go back to our place?" eijiro suggested.

"yeah, i'd be okay with that as long as the two of you are okay with me coming over?"

"we are, don't worry," eijiro said, fishing his phone out of his gym bag. "i'm gonna start ordering, okay?"

while he ordered online, you began talking with katsuki. "i didn't know the two of you were roommates."

"roommates? yeah, i guess we're something like that," katsuki replied. he placed his right hand on the gear stick; he tapped his finger to the beat of the song you decided to play after they practically forced the aux cord into your hand.

"well what else would you call the two of you?"

"no, roommates describe us pretty well," katsuki lied. in his head, it wasn't technically lying. they split the chores, the bills, the rent, just like real roommates do. they grocery shop, they clean, they take turns mowing the lawn & keeping their plants green. the only difference is that they suck each other's dicks & fuck each other in the ass... roommates for sure.

katsuki glanced in the rear view mirror & made eye contact with eijiro. the shark-toothed man rolled his eyes with a knowing smile then continued to pay for your guys' food. he asked you earlier on the way out of the gym what you wanted to order to save time since he already planned in head you were going home with them.

"so how long have you guys been friends?" you asked to fill the silence.

"we've been friends since freshman year of high school," eijiro told you. he wasn't ready to reveal his relationship & how he wanted you to be a part of it yet as he didn't know your stance on polyamory.

"that's a long time! i don't have any friends from high school honestly," you recalled, your town was pretty small after all so all the people were just clones of each other, & it freaked you out.

"yeah, we're pretty good friends. i know kats here inside & out~"

by the time you arrived at the restaurant, the food was done & packaged. "i'll go get it, be right back," eijiro announced before getting out of the vehicle. katsuki had enough curtsy to park in the nearest space closest to the entrance.

"i'll come with you to get the drinks," katsuki said, unbuckling his seat belt. "just stay here & be pretty, easy enough, right?"

"oh, o-okay, i guess," you replied. the keys stayed in the ignition, air conditioner pumping cool air throughout the car. you pulled out your phone, texting your college friends about what was going on.

outside, eijiro pulled katsuki close, whispering in his ear, "be nice or i'll make you."

katsuki pried his lover's hand off of his neck with a scoff. "i am being nice. look at her, she doesn't care."

"i swear to god, katsuki, you're gonna fuckin' pay if you scare her off," eijiro threatened through gritted teeth. he brushed his fingers on katsuki's semi-hard cock through his sweatpants. eijiro took a deep breath, & katsuki stared at him with an amused expression.

by the time you looked up, they were already headed back with a plastic bag full of food & specialty drinks they wanted you to try. you smiled at the two of them, unlocking the doors when they got to the car. you didn't see the interaction between the two of them moments before. maybe if you did, you'd put two & two together.

the drive to their apartment only lasted a song & a half. you were expecting to pull into a regular, slightly warn-down apartment complex with four floors of rooms. instead, they drove into the parking lot of a glass building, a skyscraper to you-- just another tower to city folk.

"woah," you said, though you didn't mean to. "what is this?"

"it's where we live," katsuki said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but... how? it's so fancy," you gasped.

katsuki parked the car as eijiro chirped, "you haven't even seen our apartment."

to call it an apartment was an understatement. it was a penthouse that could fit your apartment three time & still have room left. it was luxury at its finest, if you do say so yourself. you couldn't fathom how this could be someone's "regular."

the statement wall was nothing but glass, sunlight spilling into the living room. the high ceiling -along with the two men who towered over you- made you feel miniature. the decor matched the house, yet it didn't match eijiro or katsuki. it was pristine, minimalistic. when you pictured a boys' apartment, you thought it would be messy with random decor that don't match. hell, your dorm room was messier than their entire penthouse! at least, from what you could tell.

as they took off their shoes, you followed in suit. eijiro took you by the hand, saying, "allow me to give you a tour, sweetheart."

"i-if you insist," you stuttered out; you weren't used to the physical contact, even though it's happened a few times already. he showed you to the kitchen, which had a beautiful backdrop that complimented the countertop. all their kitchenware matched because why wouldn't it? even their barstools matched!

the dining space was nothing but a glass table with black chairs. the centerpiece was a black-tinted, glass pitcher with fake locks of wheat inside of it. "pretty cool, isn't it?"

"so fancy, i'm kind of nervous honestly," you half-joked, half-told-the-truth. seriously, who were these two? how could they afford this at their age? you figured they were around your age, maybe a few years older than you. you've met people who are twenty years older than you who don't have living spaces as nice as eijiro's & katsuki's.

"what? why?" asked eijiro, who sounded slightly offended. he caught that you were joking, but he was curious what made them so intimidating.

"it's just you guys are so put-together. i've never met anyone like the two of you," you told him, & it was true. you've never seen anyone so well-built in all aspects of their life.

eijiro laughed as he ran his fingertips through his spikey hair. "trust me, we had to work our asses off for this place. all the furniture & stuff came with it, so we never changed it."

he started to guide you to the living room, showing off all of their consoles that sat on the tv stand shelves. "any game you wanna play, we got," katsuki said from the kitchen, sounding proud of their collection.

"it's true. we love video games," eijiro told you with that same, charming grin that gets your face red. the way he kept flashing the smile made you think he knew how flustered it got you. "let me show you the rooms. that's probably the only place we decorated on our own."

as he led you through the hallway to the bedrooms, you took note of the framed pictures hung on the wall. it was a mixture of photos of katsuki & eijiro on their own & them two together. "you guys must be close," you stated, pointing out the obvious.

"yeah, we're really close," he said back. "believe it or not, but he's softened up over the years. katsuki used to be so much meaner back in high school."

"that's neat that you guys basically grew up together. i never really had like, a best friend," you revealed. you don't know why you were telling him this, you felt like you could though. "i'm jealous of people who can make those connections honestly."

"i lucked out. it's pretty hard to make deep connections, like you said," eijiro agreed, opening the door to guest room/office. "you make it sound like you've never had a relationship."

"i mean, technically i have," you admitted-- you didn't want to seem lame or inexperienced in front of him after all. "just not a long term one. it's hard dating in a small town where everyone already dated everyone else. you'd think that it be like, ten times easier to date in the city, but it's not!"

eijiro listened to your tangent, adoring how riled up you're getting. he didn't want you to stop, it was such an intimate moment -to him- that the two of you were sharing, just the two of you. "oh yeah? tell me more."

"my parents were right, city boys are so much more... direct. they can barely hold a conversation with me in person & over text then they flash me their... you know, thing. i mean, i get being horny & all, but i don't think i'd ever show off like that to get some. it doesn't actually work though, does it?"

"no, unsolicited nudes ever work. guys on dating sites are usually super desperate. you've already figured that out, huh?" eijiro asked, masking his anger (because you went out on dates with other guys) with fake interest. he already knows most things about you. it's not hard to get into chat logs if you know the right people.

"oh, yeah i have. i wasn't interested in this guy after one date, so i cut it off with him, but he kept texting me for two weeks straight. saying stuff like how i was a gold-digger then he'd apologize, asking for another chance."

"sounds terrible," eijiro replied as he exited the room, you following close behind. he opened the only other bedroom door, telling you briefly that it was his-- he's not a liar, he's just not telling the full truth. he sat down on the bed & offered a spot next to him so you can comfortably tell him all the things men did to you.

"maybe you're looking in the wrong places," said eijiro, his voice dropping an octave lower. his face inched closer to yours, but you didn't notice as you continued your rant.

"it is terrible! another guy took me on a date to this really nice restaurant & he brought both of his parents & his little sister! said something about how we were going to get married because it was god's plan. it was actually really scary at the time. i give up on dating."

"i don't even know where to look! i mean, i guess the gym is a good place to find guys with goals like mine; they're usually misogynists or taken though. you & katsuki are the only ones i'd actually date though, but you guys are swimming in girls-" you cut yourself off once you realized what you just said so clearly. "i mean, i know you guys aren't interested, & it's weird to have two crushes-"

"calm down, sweetheart," eijiro interrupted, & you looked up at him. you almost jumped once you saw how close he actually was. the tips of your noses nearly touched, his left hand was propped behind your back against the bed, his fingers toying with the waist of your pants. his other hand rested on your upper thigh. "i just need to know before i say anything more. do you think i can handle me?"

you nodded, shrinking away from him. could he hear how your heart pounded against your rib cage? your heartbeat rang in your ears as it muffled whatever he was saying. your voice was caught in your throat; you knew if you tried to talk, you'd just squeak.

"do you think you can handle katsuki?"

you nodded again.

"how do you feel about both of us? can you handle both of us?" his hand traveled up your body to cup your chin. all you could do was nod. you've never really thought about two men at once before until now. "use your words, y/n."

"i-i could d-date both of you," you said out of innocences. you didn't want him to know about all the dirty thoughts swimming through your head.

"ah-ah-ah~" he tsked. "i asked if you could handle us both because if you say yes, i promise you that you'll be more than just a date to us. you'll be our pretty, little girlfriend. so i'm going to ask you again; could you handle both of us?" you let your eyes wander for just a second. you saw katsuki leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face. his hand readjusted his member, but it only brought attention to how it tented against his pants. you gulped.

"y-yes i can, i-i can h-handle both of you," you said, intrigued, curious. you could barely spit out that sentence before eijiro crashed his lips against yours. you let out a muffled squeak, & he took that as an invitation to let his tongue roam into your mouth.

a string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away from you. he turned to katsuki with a lusted expression with half-lidded eyes & a toothy grin. "you hear that, babe? she wants to be with us."

babe? you thought. babe is what you call a girlfriend... or a boyfriend. they watched as you finally realized why the two of them lived together, why the photos on the wall were them doing more-than-friend poses, why there wasn't another room for katsuki. "th-the two of you are, um, a-a thing?"

"took ya' long enough," katsuki taunted, sauntering towards the two of you. he grabbed eijiro by the throat, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. he threw his red-headed partner off of him as fast as he kissed him. he placed his hand behind your head, colliding your lips together.

once the two of you disconnected from each other, you tried to defend yourself. "i-i'm sorry! i r-really didn't know y-you two were dating!"

"yeah, we know," eijiro laughed, his hand roaming back down to your leg. "it doesn't matter though. you're worth sharing, you know that, sweetheart? you're so utterly beautiful that we couldn't help but fall for you. can you blame us?"

"you're just our type. motivated, real. you're just so fuckin' sexy," katsuki confessed. he sat down on the other side of you. he dragged you into another rough kiss, & eijiro latched his lips onto your neck. both of their hands began to touch you all over. eijiro's hand found itsway in between your legs, & you grinded against his thick fingers. katsuki's was under your shirt, under your bra, squeezing your flesh.

eijiro whispered in your ear as you made out with katsuki, "you want this, don't you? you really want us."

you moaned into katsuki's mouth as a "yes." your panties were stained with your slick at this point. your pussy throbbed in need, how much you needed them inside you. eijiro nipped at your neck again, marking you in hickeys & love bites. you threw your nervousness to the side as leaned against their arms. both of your hands started rubbing against their bulges. you pulled away katsuki, gently shoving him away. "y-you guys a-actually want me as a, you know, girlfriend?"

"we do, pretty girl. we want to be the only ones to love you, to need you. we're going to be the only ones you ever crave," eijiro purred into you ear as katsuki threw off his shirt. "tell me everything you're worried about so i can ease your mind~"

"a-are you sure you want me?" you uttered with a reddened face. this was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

katsuki butted in, "we fuckin' need you, idiot. how clear do i need to be." he grasped you by the throat, making it harder for you to breath. "i need you."

"i need you, too, sweetheart," eijiro whispered against your neck, which was littered with red marks. you didn't even realize that he stripped down to nothing but his grey boxers. out of his waistband poked his leaking tip, oozing precum for you. "say what you want from us~"

"i-i need you too! i need both of you!" you squeaked out, though you were nervous for what the future might hold, you wanted to experience this, them, to the fullest.

"good answer," growled katsuki, slipping off his sweatpants. "now strip. you can't be the only one hiding yourself."

you did as you were told in an instant. you threw off your shirt, &, with the help of eijiro, you took off your pants. as you stripped, eijiro pulled katsuki in for a victory, sloppy kiss. their tongues fought for dominance. you couldn't help but get more aroused as you watched the two & their passion.

to return the favor, you start peppering kisses on eijiro's neck. his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his mass by grabbing the meat of your ass. you butterfly kisses turned into desperate bites to mark him. you sucked on his most sensitive spot; he moaned into katsuki's mouth, his eyes fluttering open just to roll in the back of his head. katsuki invaded his mouth with his tongue, making eijiro choke on their mixed spit & his thick muscle.

katsuki, though his eyes were shut, pulled his boxers down & stroked his length. every up-stroke caused more precum to bead out of his tip. it dripped down his shaft, being used as lube while he played with himself. katsuki was an impatient man, though. his own hand can't keep him satisfied for long. the hand that was tugging at his dick shot into your hair. he grasped a fist full of your locks, & he forced your face against his cock. all while he made eijiro's mind numb with nothing but his tongue.

you opened your mouth. one moment you took a deep breath, the next you were choking on katsuki's heavy dick. your eyes watered as he forced himself down your throat. you felt your throat bulge, you felt yourself gag, & there was nothing you could do but choke & cry.

the ashen blonde finally pulled away from eijiro, his other hand on the other side of your head while he thrusted in & out of your mouth. "kats, baby, don't be too rough with her~" eijiro told him, but he knew katsuki wouldn't listen. in fact, he knew he would do the opposite, & that's just what he wanted.

in retaliation, katsuki thrusted deeper down your throat. your hands pressed against his hips to try & stop & catch your breath. instead, he let go of your hair & grasped both your wrists & yanked them behind himself as they straightened. you were forced to take all 9 inches down your throat. drool dripped down your chin.

eijiro unclipped your bra from behind, & he sat you on his lap. his cock stood squished between your thighs. he bucked his hips forward, & your panties began to shape to your pussy lips. the cloth rubbed against your clit, a moan bubbled from your throat, but it was muffled thanks to katsuki's prick thrusting in & out of you mouth. "you said you can take us, prove it," hissed katsuki, glaring down at you while he fucked your pretty, little mouth.

eijiro slipped off you panties, strands of your wetness snapping away the further he pulled them down. katsuki finally shoved your face off his spit-coated dick. eijiro say you against the headboard so you were sitting. he was on his hands & knees in front of you.

katsuki was behind eijiro, a loud spank jolted the redhead forward. with your spit & katsuki's precum as lube, he thrusted into eijiro's asspussy. you watched as eijiro's eyes widened & his mouth hung open. "a-ah, fuck, kats," he moaned out as he abused his hole. eijiro locked gazes with you, then gave you that same, charming smile. through the slapping thrusts that filled the room, he asked, "does this get you excited, hm? you like watching us?"

you were speechless, so turned on beyond belief. all you could do was nod.

"you're so c-cute, y-y/n," he whimpered, his fingers finding your pussy. you spread your legs wider, & your juices gushed out. he inserted two fingers, it was already thicker than you've ever handled. he pressed his mouth to your tit, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you squealed as you stared into katsuki's eyes. his narrowed eyes stayed trained on you while his cock was buried in his boyfriend's ass.

you cheeks were still tear stained, your eyes red from pleasure. eijiro inserted a third finger. a hand, your hand, shot up to cover your screams of pleasure. katsuki pulled out of eijiro. he went to their shared bed stand & used a clean towel to wipe his dick.

eijiro, with no effort, carried you on to his lap as he fell to his hip so he was sitting down. he brought your knees to you ears. katsuki sat in front of you on a chair that was beside their full-length mirror. you could see everything; you could see eijiro's cocky expression, how wet your pussy was, how excited katsuki stroked his cock. "ready to prove you can handle me, sweetheart?"

"y-yes, eijiro!" you shouted, mind clouded with lust. "please fuck my pussy!"

following your command, he thrusted his entire girth into your weeping hole. you screamed in pain & pleasure, more juices leaking onto his lap. "y-you're so fuckin' big," you moaned out. he hasn't even thrusted yet, & you already saw stars. after a moment, he moved his hips. your tits bounced with ever thrust.

in the mirror, you saw how your stomach bulged when eijiro was balls deep inside you & how it would disappear when he pulled out, only to reappear when he slammed himself inside you. his thrusts were slow, but not gentle-- unlike katsuki's. "eijiro," katsuki said, getting bored of his hand. "my turn."

eijiro rolled his eyes, but he released your legs & lifted you off of him. "bend over, sweetheart. he loves your ass," eijiro told you, & you listened. katsuki stood up as you bent down in front of him, using your hands to spread your ass & pussy lips apart.

"god, you're too fuckin' short," katsuki growled. all of a sudden, your feet were off the ground as you were still bent over. eijiro grabbed onto your flailing hands. as a thank you, you shoved his slick-covered dick down your throat. katsuki wasted no time & fucked your pussy while you were airborne. his hands carried you by your hips. he used you like you were toy, pounding your cervix with his angry tip. eijiro didn't even have to move with how much katsuki manhandled you.

you were trying to scream as katsuki picked up the pace, but all that came out was spit & gags. "you're gonna break her," mused eijiro, feeling your arms go limp. you accepted that they were in complete control, & that there was nothing you could do about it.

katsuki didn't respond. instead, he groaned between thrusts, "take. this. slut. you're. such. a. fuckin'. tease." his deep, long strokes turned shallow & spastic. shots of hot, white cum coated every inch of your pussy. it swelled in your womb; you felt katsuki's cock twitch as your pussy milked every drip. you came with him, your juices squirting onto the ground, rolling down your leg.

with a few more thrusts, eijiro flooded your throat with his cum. his salty, bitter jets dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. katsuki set you down & pulled out, & eijiro followed. their cum leaked out of your holes onto the floor, & you collapsed on the floor. eijiro held you up by your arms.

"we're not done with you," he snickered as he carried you onto the bed. katsuki, who was already laying on the bed, had you lay on top of him. he held your legs open while his tip ghosted over your asshole. eijiro was in between your legs, straddling katsuki's. he readied himself at your entrance. he bent down to kiss katsuki, then you.

he & katsuki simultaneously shoved themselves into your throbbing holes. you let out a scream. you convulsed, legs shaking while you came all over them. through your release, they picked up the pace. when one was out of you, the other was buried inside you. because of your orgasm, you were more sensitive than usual. "i-it's too m-mu-much!" you cried while you came again.

"aw~ is my baby getting over stimulated?" eijiro cooed, yet his pace was still as harsh as ever. having both of them inside you made you feel so full. you could feel how much more length katsuki had, but eijiro had more girth.

"that's a shame," katsuki snickered. his hand found it's way in between your legs from behind. using his middle finger, he started rub your clit.

"s-stop! i-i'm go-go-"

"let it all out," was the last thing you heard before everything went white. all you felt was pleasure, they pumped in & out of you.

"m-more, more, more," you mindlessly moaned with every thrust. they gave you more, just to see your face every time you came. you don't know how many times they came inside you, it was all just a blur.

you loved how full they made you. your throat was scratchy because of their cocks, because of how much you screamed your name. you were covered in hand prints, hickeys, love bites, & their cum.

you don't know when you switched positions, but now the three of you were on your sides. katsuki was buried deep inside your pussy once again, releasing his seed deep inside of you. eijiro coated your ass in cum before inserting himself back inside your asshole.

they finally stopped moving. they were still buried in your tight, sore holes. you were sandwiched between them, connected to them. "go to sleep, good girl," katsuki praised, kissing your forehead. eijiro kissed your shoulder, then the two of them shared a kiss. your eyelids immediately shut. that's when you learned that you loved feeling full when you slept.

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astrae4 · 28 days

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HAN TAESAN | happy wife, happy life

pairings — idol!han dongmin x idol!reader

warnings — hanging joke, saying marriage but not actually married yet(?)

genre — FLUFF & romance hehe (wc. 789)

note — mentally not the best so im rlly inconsistent but it’s okay for now guys 😎👍 if u have any requests i’d be very happy to make it for u 😘😘 plspls like repost n follow 🙌

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DING! DING! DING!

The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.

Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messages—only to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from ‘manager 😫🔥’.

manager 😫🔥: WHERE ARE YOU???

manager 😫🔥: WE’RE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!

you: im On the Way!

you: gimme a bit

manager 😫🔥: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isn’t moving AT ALL.

you: okay im actually almost done.

you: seriously, the line’s almost over

you: [picture attached]

manager 😫🔥: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.

you: 👍👍

“Order 1140, Mr. Woonhak!” Called a server.

Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.

(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)

“Here!” He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.

“Matcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?” They asked to be sure.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Replied “Mr. Woonhak” as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.

He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.

“Yah!” shouted Woonhak, “why’d you take so long!?”

“Don’t you see the line?” Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.

“Yeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldn’t be late to ISAC—we already missed the track race!”

Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), “That’s because it’s y/n’s favorite cake.”

“Yeah Woonhak,” butted another menace (jaehyun), “It’s their 2nd anniversary— but of course youuuu wouldn’t understand since you’ve never had a woman’s touch before other than your mom and sister.”

“YAH!” screamed Woonhak.

Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.

(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknae’s patience)

EXCLUSIVE: BOYNEXTDOOR’S TAESAN MISTAKES ISAC FOR WE GOT MARRIED?

In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoor’s fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.

Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and we’re here to tell you the scoop!

Boynextdoor’s Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for that—like a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!

Running in the building—and then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]’s view—before procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [reader’s favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.

Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZ’s Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the couple—as well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseone’s Gunwook jokingly in his group’s vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!

When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viral— saying “Happy wife, happy life”, despite them not being married yet. [reader’s group] have not yet responded to this statement.

Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that it’s so fresh and sweet of them two—some even joking and saying that “I’m the guy h*nging in the lights behind them” (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that it’s extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!

What do you think about it?

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s.

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing.

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply.

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air.

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently.

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself.

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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@lecheugo,, @seunghancore,, @heavenfilm,, @recordsfilm,, @bananabubble,,

@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys,, @gong-fourz

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atinycafe · 9 months

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yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt). warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin) note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.

bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.

athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.

nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.

dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.

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leggerefiore · 3 months

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I've always wondered what it would be like if Pokemon Masters was a thing in the Pokemon world and how da boyz (Maybe Ingo, Emmet, Larry, and Cyrus) would react to their s/o's maxed out 5/5 EX units of them. Every alt, all theme skills maxed out, etc. Why do they tweet "honey come home" on social media with screenshots of the banners...? They come home to them everyday...

cw: short, mostly confused men

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Larry, Cyrus, Grimsley

▲Ingo▼

● He does not really think about the game. They asked for the right to use his likeness, and he had agreed. His brother and him had long since been Unovan icons, so this was something that he was very used to. You, however, were very into it. Ingo knew little of what was actually going on with it, but if you liked it, he supposed it must have been fine with what it did to him. Then, you finally showed him the model of him in the game. He was confused. Why was he red? The question was asked aloud, to which you explained that he was ex'd and more powerful. The older twin blink and felt aged by at least thirty years. What did that mean? Then, you showed him the butler costume. He supposed it was fine enough (he was not the biggest fan of the monocle), but in switching over, he noticed a little five out five. The explanation that followed related to that was long and bewildering. You had to “roll” for him? Was this gambling? He felt worried. Apparently, you had “maxed” him out at level 150 and fully upgraded him. He wished he understood.

● The tweets make him more confused. Come home? Had he been working too much that you were projecting onto the fictionalised version of himself?! He needed to get a day off soon and spend time with you. Before he could rush off, somehow, a younger Depot Agent noticed his panic and opted to check in on him, fearing something might have happened in the station. A quick explanation made their eyes go wide, and a chuckle left them. They had easily clarified that you were talking about getting him in your pulls in the game and not about his schedule in reality. Ingo felt lost. What did any of this mean? He was still going home early to ask you personally. This was all too much for the Subway Boss's mind to comprehend. He needed to write another train timetable to calm himself down.

▽Emmet△

○ He had heard of the app and agreed to let them use his likeness. Granted, since Ingo had agreed before him, he wondered if they technically already had that? Ingo looked exactly like him, after all… Putting that aside, it was not exactly something that he would enjoy. Yet, you, his darling, absolutely did. He saw you often grumbling about events and how they were “bleeding you dry,” at various different times. Emmet felt curious about if you had him at one point and finally asked. He had been entirely unprepared for what was to come. You eagerly gushed about how strong his unit was and showed him a green version of himself with apparently completed stats. He felt complimented on his strength yet also bewildered. Why was he green? The uniform did look nice, but… Before he questioned the colour anymore, you showed him the butler costume he had. Emmet blinked. It was also fully upgraded. He just nodded along as you continued to explain things. It seemed he was verrrry much beloved by you in many ways.

○ Elesa showed him the tweets, and he had felt mortified. Come home?! Had he been overworking unconsciously? He had been so careful with his schedule and felt like he had been coming home an appropriate amount of the time. Before he could pack his things and abandon Elesa at the café they were trying together, she grabbed his arm and kept him down. She rolled her eyes and explained that you were trying to get him in the game. He huffed. Well, the phrasing made him worry. He still wanted to at least call you. The model let him. Your laughter at his concern killed it, at least. You were talking about the butler costume, not him. He was now silently making plans for when he got home.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 When Geeta asked everyone in the Paldea league (alongside a few student trainers), if they would let their likenesses be used in some phone game, he had initially wanted to say no. Larry barely let the league itself use his face, much less some company who might do who knows what with him. Yet, you, his dear partner, got so excited when he mentioned it offhandedly that he was almost inspired to agree. Now, months later, you had come to sit next to him on the couch and eagerly show him the finished product of it. There he stood in your game, looking as exhausted as he did in real life and wandering around with his briefcase. Dudunsparce was the pokemon that they had decided on for him, it seemed. He blinked, registering himself again. Why was he in a pale green suit? Your explanation that this was his EX form got a nod from him, but he really did not understand. You also explained other things, but he truly did not understand. Yes, he was max level and five out of five'd. Of course. He simply was glad that you were happy with the results.

🍙 Rika had shown him the tweet with a chuckle. He stared at it. What did this mean? Were you so lonely that you were posting about the fake version of him in your phone game? He swallowed. Maybe it was time to ask if he could have some takes cut back or rescheduled because you clearly needed him more than he thought. Rika caught his shoulder before he could stagger off, though. She explained that you were simply trying to get more of him in Masters, not that you missed him currently. He nodded. Sure. That was possible, but… He still felt concerned. Rika set him free, and he went to ask Geeta to be let off early today. She said no. (You reassured him when he did get off that Rika had been correct but appreciated his effort and concern.)

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Saturn had signed them up to get their message and plans across to a new audience. He felt odd about letting a company go wild with his likeness but ultimately trusted his second-in-command with the decision. He had not expected his partner to eagerly show him their phone one day and see himself. Apparently, you were a fan of the game Saturn had licensed out to. He gazed at the alternate version of himself. He wore a purple vest and had Palkia as his pokemon. That seemed good enough for him. But, you excitedly continued to show him all that you had done. Apparently, he was fully upgraded, whatever that meant, and you found his damage very adequate. He nodded along as he tried to understand what any of this meant. Internally, he made a note to ask Saturn about this later. You did complain that he was a free unit, so they did not make him too good, whatever that meant. Then you showed him the Darkrai alternate, and he had many questions. (And an interest in the clothing, actually.)

☄️ Mars had shown him a tweet you made, posting a picture of a screenshot from the game with that Darkrai alternate front and centre. “Come home, Cy😭,” it read. Come home… Had you become that lonely? Had he ignored your needs that badly? His posture tensed, but he attempted to keep the emotions from truly crossing his face. He felt mortified that he had failed to notice your condition. With a quick excuse, he found himself rushing away to call you and figure out what you needed. Your laughter through the phone as he explained the situation silenced him. You had been wanting to get another “pull” of him in Masters, was all. Cyrus was both relieved and annoyed. He ended the call politely and sat down at his desk. This is another reason he needed his new world, he believed.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ When he had been asked for permission to use his image in a game, he had not been so surprised. The ex-Elite Four member had been an icon of sorts in the gambling world and competitive battle scene, yet he found the game itself not overly befitting of him. They had used his younger self, especially, it seemed. Grimsley was not ignorant of gachas. In truth, he had found himself a little addicted as they fulfilled his thrill seeking behaviour in a pleasant, cheap way. You, however, seemed very much into Masters EX. You had leaned into his side one day to eagerly show him all your hard work. Apparently, he had a few forms now. His old suit that he used to be his staple outfit, a “Sygna suit” based off a Sharpedo's look (which got a proper grin out of him), and his current look. He listened closely as you explained that you worked so hard to fully upgrade him. How difficult it was to pull him since he rarely got spotlights and was all general pool. Despite the terminology not being exactly what he was used to, he really did understand. You got a genuine praise out of the gambler, who felt his ego swell at how much you clearly adored him.

♡ He was shown the tweet by Nanu, who had originally been shown it by Acerola. The Kahuna was fully ready to scold him for not paying enough attention to his partner that they were now turning to fictional versions of him to get their fill. Grimsley cocked a brow. Apparently, you were working to finish off his “kimono” variant and were getting desperate. The surfer shrugged off Nanu's concern with it being terminology that he just did not understand. The Kahuna narrowed his eyes but gave up quickly. The old man would instead go check with you personally. (You were fine – Grimsley spent most of his free time with you.)

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madamemaddy · 9 months

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“if you don’t like sebaciel, then you shouldn’t be able to like grelle either, cause she’s a fictional murderer!”

cool ok so this is what tumblr is gonna put on my dash today.

how do i explain to some of y’all that the reason most people don’t like sebaciel is not because we can’t handle “dark themes in fiction” or whatever the fuck. it’s because y’all take a topic that is widely considered to be problematic, ethically wrong, and ILLEGAL and turn it into something to romanticized and fetishized. this might be a hot take, but i wouldn’t have such a problem with sebaciel if a majority of the people who talked about did so with the sensitivity and grace that topics such as CSA deserve. if people ACTUALLY explored the consequences and toxic nature of such a pairing would inevitably have, instead of just drawing cp of their favorite anime characters. if people didn’t talk about it like “uwu my hawt yaoi boyz teehee they’re so cute together” (this is an example of hyperbole by the way.) you say people should be more accepting of dark themes in fiction, but are YOU mature enough be talking about them like they ARE dark themes?? because to me a lot of you don’t, and treat it like a fucking twilight novel. to quote a tumblr post, “no one on fucking ao3 is vladimir nabokov.”

anyways. i don’t think liking a character who’s a fictional murderer means i have to endorse the fictional pedophilia ship.

#the media literacy is in HELL #sorry but i couldn’t not say anything #i might delete this later #putting liking grelle on the same level as liking sebaciel was the last straw for me #im nothing like y’all #jumps to the other goldfish tank #tw sebaciel #tw csa

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thesafecafe · 8 months

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Mirrors - Choi Chanhee

Summary: You just want your boyfriend to know how pretty he looks when you make him feel good...

CW: 18+, MDNI, pwp, handjob, pet names, soft dom reader, sub Chanhee, tall & chubby reader, mentions of orgasm denial, reader is called mistress, cum licking, (song reference at the end), smut under the cut, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of The Boyz would act in this way in real life, nor is this meant to be a representation of their real life actions. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 405

"Keep your eyes open for me baby. You can do that for me, can't you?” You cooed sweetly at your boyfriend, Chanhee, as your hand moved along the length of his dick. He sat between your legs on the edge of your shared bed, back pressed against your chest. You were making him face the mirror, focusing on you.

“Look at yourself baby. Aren't you just the prettiest boy in the world? My pretty boy.” Chanhee gripped your thighs, squeezing them hard enough to leave a bruise as he tried to obey your commands. “Yes mistress, I'm y-your pretty boy.” He forced himself to look at your face in the mirror, feeling dangerously close to giving in to the pleasure and throwing his head back.

But he knew if he did, you wouldn't hesitate to stop, and start the process all over again. You'd already denied his orgasm twice, and he was desperate for you to keep going. “You should really see what you look like when you cum. It's such a shame you haven't been able to. You do wanna cum, don't you baby?”

You gripped him harder, suddenly speeding up the motion of your hand. You smirked as his hold on your thighs got tighter, as he fought to keep his view on the mirror. “Fuck, yes mistress, wanna cum so bad. Please let me cum. F-feels so good, please.” He whined, thrusting his hips forward, his hips matching your movements the best they could.

“Does it feel good? Then be good for me, pretty boy. Look at yourself while I make you feel good. Look while I make you cum.” Your words send him over the edge, and his orgasm hits him in waves. His cum spills over your fingers, and you slowly work your hand over him to help him ride it out. You take a moment to admire his expression: jaw slack, and eyes blown wide as he watches himself release.

When he comes down, you kiss his cheek. His head rests on your shoulder, and he watches as you raise your hand to your lips, licking the cum off your fingers. “Always so sweet baby. Like honey.” Chanhee blushed, murmuring into your neck. “Speak up baby. Don't be shy now.”

“I said you were right.” You raised an eyebrow. “About what?” Raising his head to look you in the eye, Chanhee smiled. “I do look pretty when I cum.”

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Tagging: @frenchkisstheabyss, @grandlightcandy, @wisejudgedragonhairdo,

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halaboyz · 2 months

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undercover, sangyeon

bff, police detective! the boyz sangyeon x special operation unit gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 3.7k warnings: mentions of minor character death, guns, you know police/detective stuff (ie cults) on kdramas but nothing too deep (ie blood, murder, etc.); reader is not especially on the modest side, i would say tomboyish but just imagine hyojoo's charac in happiness! everything's revolved in there (charac's love plot) a/n: RRRRRRRAAAAAAHH sangyeon FITS detective charac so mUCH you have no idea how much my brain racked this idea ;; kdrama happiness and flex x cop inspired !!! GOD i just canNOT make action fics bffr i do not KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE THINGS networks: @kflixnet

"Public rental unit for police at Gangnam? Won't you need, like, high points for that?" Changmin questions, mouth full of food as he stares curiously at you.

"Mmm, they're giving out three special units to the police." You casually nod, downing a spoonful.

"Really? What are the conditions then?" Changmin perks up, suddenly curious when he senses that you were too nonchalant, conditions may be as simple.

"They score it based on seniority, size of family, marital status, etc. etc. You know, basic requirements. But you know what matters the most? Number of arrests and evaluations," You ignorantly shook your shoulders, making Changmin's drop. You sigh, "I'd definitely get it if those were the only requirements," You shake your head, losing confidence.

"What are you going to arrest, terrorists?" He scoffs, smirking at you.

"In life, Changmin, you never know." You point your chopsticks at him.

"Evaluations are good, but I quit getting them. The apartment's all yours. How are you getting more points?" You had no idea at all, opting to just eat in silence when your phone rings and vibrates in the table.

"Might get married, might not." You slyly smile, slowly widening when you read the caller ID. "Let me get this for a second," You excuse yourself out of the table with a smile, Changmin gawking at your sudden and absurd idea.

"Good morning to my most handsome friend there is," You start as you answered the call, hearing him chuckle in the other line. "You miss me?"

"I think I should ask that. I'm guessing you need something for you to call me something like that," He instigates, and you hear him unlocking his car.

"I don't. At least yet. Why'd you call though?" You pick on your helmet that hung in one of your suit belts, looking longingly at your food. "I got some eating to do, you know."

"I'll be fast. I heard there's someone in your team leading drugs associated with child prostitution. Police will be there after some investigations, but right within the day." Sangyeon informs, starting his car and putting you on hold for a second.

"Oh," You coo, nodding. "Who is it?"

"I'm just informing you, not blatantly revealing files to you," Sangyeon teasingly laughs out, and you hiss.

"Then, if I catch them before you do, it will be my arrest, right?" You think of the points for the free special unit that are being given away to the police, making you smile widely.

"Look at you," Sangyeon hisses as well, "I'm actually on the way there now, partner in crime. You will need to sit your ass down because your best friend will be arresting the bad guys. You be the good cop," He chuckles, warning you. He asks you to go back and eat and bid farewell, hopping back to your seat.

You squint your eyes at the contact, pointing at it as if a light bulb just lit up in your mind.

"You're scaring me," Changmin says, pouting at the phone. "What's the face thing doing on your phone?"

"I think I just found my husband."

"What a waste." You scoff as you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at your once favorite student getting arrested right in front of your eyes. Sangyeon mirrors your actions, standing beside you with a smirk.

"Well, we never really know people." He shakes his head, signaling his team to go on without him. "That's how my work goes," He removes his id and tucks it in his pocket, meaning the end of his work. "Should we go for lunch?"

"I just ate, but who am I to decline another round of food?" You give a bright smile, patting him in his arm. "Wait for me here, I know a good restaurant just near here."

You grab your things as you bid goodbye to Changmin, leaving him speechless at your sudden leave in the middle of the training.

"Hey! Where are you going?! What am I supposed to do with the newbies alone?!" Changmin screams as he watches you hop away, glee in your steps.

"You can handle them alone! I'm off to go get more points for my future apartment, I'll just treat you to some delicious food next time!" You wave, even giving a flying kiss which he annoyingly swatted away.

"Let's go handsome!" You drag Sangyeon away as his face contorted as if he just ate something sour.

"Why do you keep calling me that? It's getting on my nerves," He shivers in his place, taking a good look around the restaurant you were arrogant about.

"Let's eat first, hmm? The beef here is so delicious you have no idea." He chuckles at how you acted, all giddy and excited at how the beef was grilling in front of you.

"Hey, hey! That's not yet cooked!" He swats your chopsticks away with the tongs, hissing at you. He glares at you as he points the tongs at you, making you wait.

You shrink on your seat as you nib on your chopsticks, eagerly waiting for it to be, quotation marks, cooked.

When you were finally done, Sangyeon finally waits for you to open up a talk.

You uncomfortably shift on your seat, smiling wryly.

"Sangyeon," You smile a bigger one, "Should we get married?"

It was needless to say Sangyeon almost coughed all his intestines out. You stretch a glass of water out to him, rubbing his back with an apologetic smile.

"Did you lose a screw or?" He coughs out, pointing at your head. You click your tongue, explaining the situation you wanted in. "So let me get this straight, you're short on points, so you want my arrests to be of points to you?" He summarizes, gulping down another glass of water.

"Yeah, that's basically it." You nod shyly, forking another slice of beef to your mouth. "Hey, when you think about it, I'm a decent per-,"

"Okay."

"Huh?"

Silence engulfs the both of you, just silently staring at each other. Yet your heartbeat was ringing in your ears.

"I said okay. We can get married." He nods, now finally calm and collected, repeating what he said.

"Sang... married, as in... married. Living for life," You clear out, clearing your throat.

"You wanted it, and I said okay," He chuckles at your bewildered state, feeling all jittery inside.

"Oh, okay." You shortly reply, nodding. "Wow, okay. I didn't expect that you'll agree like that." You chuckle, finally calming yourself down. "I should've accepted your confession back in high school," You mumble, shaking your head.

"H-hey! Are you still not over that? I didn't mean my confession back then! It was... pressure! Right, pressure only! My friends were there and urging me and-,"

"Fine, fine! Why are you explaining over again..." You mumble, chuckling at his now sheepish state. "I'm sending a form then. We're married." You confirm, stretching out your hand for him to shake. He chuckles, shaking your hand with a hum.

Well, that was easy now, wasn't it?

You know what's not easy? It's suppressing your growing feelings for your best friend.

"I did not even dare imagine I would get to live in an apartment like this," Your eyes roam around the newly renovated apartment flat, on your tippy toes as Sangyeon tailed you with a smile. "i'm planning on changing a lot, but since it was just renovated, we can push that off for a while and enjoy the scent of the new flat," You smile, turning to him as he agrees whatever you want to do with the apartment. You stop when you open a room, spotting two beds beside each other with a table lamp between it.

"Oh, that..." Sangyeon trails off, thinking of any reason. "The other room is packed with storage boxes so... I moved in here first. Don't worry! When we get it cleaned up I'll move," Sangyeon panics, pointing here and there to prove his point.

"It's okay," You nod, glancing at him awkwardly. "We can stay together. To be safe from unit inspection officers, too. We're married. We should be together in one room, at least." You ignore the thumping of your heart as you made your beeline away from the tightening walls of the room, leaving Sangyeon stunned. "Well, I'm satisfied. Are you?"

You both finish wandering the flat, satisfied smiles on your faces as you plan ahead on how the bills would be parted.

Your little bubble of happiness pops while you both were eating your housewarming meal when both of your phones rang together, signaling an emergency.

You both looked at each other curiously, wondering why it had to be the same time your phones alerted an emergency when you had different fields.

So when the police and the special operation units team up to take down a massive cult, Sangyeon and you grow worried about each other.

"You be safe." You mumble to Sangyeon before he drives off after dropping you to your outpost, having to run to his station as well.

"You too. See you later." He nods at you before seeing you off, dashing inside to be on the emergency meeting.

"Oh, y/n. You're here." Changmin pulls a chair for you as the meeting continues, summarized as the SOU will only be a back-up and the police will be leading the operation.

Specifically, Sangyeon is.

You raise your hand immediately to gain attention, silence overtaking the whole room when the supervisor points at you to continue.

"Can't we lead with them? I mean... wouldn't it be the same to go there as back up? Why can't we lead as well so that there are more people to ambush the place?" You suggest, but the supervisor shakes his head immediately to dismiss you.

"It's a case that's been going on for years already. We can't afford to fight with the police to take credit for their hard work. They only asked for back and especially the SOU so that more range of the main post of the cult will be surrounded and ambushed." You nod in response, growing worried of how the case was being approached.

If it was lasting for a year already, wouldn't the suspects already be so cut out to be hard to take down? So why would you have to be at the bleachers when your man is risking his life out there in the fields?

"That being said, yn and Changmin, you'll be with the Tech team of the police in contact with those getting silently in the field in disguises. You'll be together with them for stakeout. Get ready for any alerts and emergencies."

"You mean the police will disguise themself as part of the cult's members?" You clear out, repeating what the supervisor said.

"Yes. It's their plan and we're acting on it." You stayed quiet after that, letting the meeting go on while you were on your head until Changmin gets to the best of you to remind you the meeting's done and you got to move.

"Let me make a quick call." You pat Changmin and excuse yourself to the bathroom, hands shaking as you start looking for that certain contact. "You dipshit! How could you not tell me about this?!" When you hear the line connecting, you immediately curse out Sangyeon which earns you a chuckle.

"I'm a police. Cases are top secret. I think I've told you that a hundred times already." He scoffs, and you hear a lot of background voices in the back, probably getting ready.

"You're going in alone?" You put your annoyance aside to finally get some information from him, he sighs.

"Did you not listen on your meeting?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips, "We're five." Opting to just answer your questions, he leans back as the chaos erupts behind him. "Oh, yn. We need to go, they go around picking victims by this time of the day in the park. You should go with your team no-,"

"For how many days will you be inside? When's the attack going to be?" You cut Sangyeon off, wishing you can stop him longer from going.

"Will be there for at least three to five days to offer some comfort to them. Could be earlier, could be later." He hears you heave a deep sigh which prompts pulls the sides of his lips to a genuine smile, appreciating your concern over your friend which is now your husband. "Hey. Listen to your supervisors, okay? I don't want you getting hurt." Because of him.

"Are you kidding me?" You retort, "Then try not going on dangerous missions!"

"It's my job though," He replies calmly, making you weirdly more agitated. "You don't have to worry about me, yn. I'm Lee Sangyeon, I've been awarded as the Honorable Police Detective for three consecutive years now. I have my back."

"If you come out there with the slightest scar on your body you'll die by my hands," You threaten so lovingly, Sangyeon lets out a hearty laugh. "Be safe, Sangyeon. I'm serious,"

"Okay. Thank you, I will. You too, okay! Don't be so rash about making decisions." You hum in reply as you end the call, sighs still coming out of your lips in worry.

"Don't worry. He'll be fine." You comfort yourself in front of the mirror as you washed your face, heading bravely now outside to pack your things.

After another briefing of the mission, it is now taken into action. You jump into the van with your bag of protective gear with Changmin.

"Hey, yn. Don't let your emotions get through, yeah? I mean it with no offense," Changmin pats your arm in assurance. "Team work."

"Oh, absolutely." Half sarcastic, half not. Of course you shouldn't be putting your emotions into cases. You're not allowed to do that.

Of course. Okay. You can do that. You can, right? You nod at yourself. That was easy.

You spent the first two days cramped up in the back of the van with another police who handled the tech, the tech, and you and Changmin and only listening to Sangyeon and the other four whatever was happening inside and only when they had something to share to the bud.

"We're going ahead and sneak to the office by night when they announce lights out in bedrooms," You hear Sangyeon say through the speakers, and you nod at Changmin. It was an hour before said takeover.

Both of you changed into your gear and vests, preparing everything you need to prepare. Just as time had passed, you were on standby, You sigh, anxiously picking on your finger.

"He's going to be fine, yn. Loosen up."

"Can you... I'll... stay outside. Call me in if something happens and we need to go. I'll remove the bud."

"You can't do that," Changmin hisses, holding your hand to make you stay. "Stay here. Remove the bud but don't go outside. At least, you'll see what's going on." He suggests, and you remove your bud. Through the small cameras set up by the five inside the 'house', you watch each of their movement.

"Fuck." Right when they were in a blind spot inside the office, the tech exclaims and the both of you perk up and the lights inside the office lit.

"What happened? Do we go inside?" You ask, grabbing Changmin by the shoulder in panic.

"We still haven't gotten any orders, yn." He levels with your panic, but still trying to calm you down.

"The team's silently making their way around and inside. Please don't move unless we tell you so," The police you're with pleads, and you stay put on your sit with a huff and a heavy heart.

Your eyes search for Sangyeon through the cameras but no signs seen. Assuming their buds were taken since no one has then uttered a word, they've been taken by the members into interrogation.

"So what, are we just going to fucking sit here? There are five of your team there! Are you just going to let them die?!" You get loose, grabbing your helmet. Changmin stands up and calms you down once again, and the police doesn't bat you an eye.

He remains seated and eerily busy in his computer, showing that police cars have already surrounded the area.

You wait for any order, any, just to go out of these sickening van. Your husband was out there, not knowing if dead or alive, and you were out here stuck on your sit because they told you so.

"They rang the car sirens," You hear the numerous and loud police car sirens which also alarms your leave, sharing a look with Changmin and getting your gears and guns, rushing out of the van and skillfully making your way to back up the polices, already in their places. Plenty of suspects make their way out of the house in a hurry not knowing they are already surrounded as some detectives fight their way into these suspects and in the house.

After a suspenseful, agitating wait until they've all surrendered, arms and feet get impatient as it shakes in worry and anger. Lastly, who you've been briefed about as the cult's leader, make his way out of the house and handcuffed, one by one, the disguised detectives make their way out of the house honorable, but not quite yet.

Sangyeon was still inside, location unknown.

Another surge of detectives make their way inside to search for said man and you're on the surge of breaking down.

"Where the hell is he..." You mumbled, eyebrows meeting in the middle as you stand up straight and fucked the form up, chucking your gun into your holster and make your way to the front.

Changmin wasn't able to stop you now because of how determined you were and how worried about not seeing Sangyeon. So you immediately ask one of his colleagues that went in. But to no avail. They were separated when the lights lit and since Sangyeon lead them, he was interrogated alone by the cult leader.

Okay. If they're not able to tell them where Sangyeon is, the cult leader will.

You angrily heave a sigh as you stride closer to the handcuffed man, still all dignified and mighty even though he was caught. You remove your helmet to throw aside, grabbing him by the collar aggressively which makes heads turn, the polices and now Changmin gasping, trying to stop you but your hands stayed where it was.

"Where's the other one?" You ask through gritted teeth, glaring up at him. He scoffs, smirks, shaking his head and looks at you with innocent eyes.

"I have no idea. You tell me," He smiles devilishly once again, and you click your tongue in annoyance. You step farther away from them and your face scrunches, annoyance and anger getting the best of you.

You launch a hard kick on his stomach which sent him flying away from the polices hands, and you dashed at him with the intent of then punching him in the face as he folds in pain. You put your foot in his chest and sigh satisfyingly.

"I'm asking you once again. Where the hell is he," He cowardly hides his face under his hands as he groans in pain due to your weight on his chest.

"He's in the walk in freezer in the basement!"

Right as he reveals Sangyeon's location, the police runs to the basement as you tail them, leaving the assailant with a hard, last push of your weight on his chest.

The medical team prepares heaters and hot packs, towels, coats as you wait for it to be opened, tapping your foot as finally, Sangyeon- half conscious and shivering and all tucked up in a corner, comes into sight.

They rush in to usher him out, putting endless of towels and coats over him and handing him hot packs and leading him to a heater. He sighs in relief, seeing your worried face that he oh so loved so much, unscratched and waiting for him, he smiles.

The police, now all done with their work inside with Sangyeon spotted, leaves you both alone and you finally break into tears.

You tightened your jaw, making your way towards him with heavy, angry steps. Sangyeon ineffectively tries to turn around to find someone that can shield him or just run away but the towels and coats limit his movements.

You warm your fingers up as you land a hard punch on his arm, the punch going through the thick layer of towels coats that causes him to groan in pain and lie on his side.

"Oh my god," Sangyeon breathes out, looking at you. "I thought you were worried about me!"

"I said I was going to kill you with my own two hands if you had the slightest scratch on your body." You remind him, fingers folding to a fist to get ready to punch him again.

"Stop! That hurts!" Although it really did hurt (two things he feared for life was death and an angry y/n), a smile was plastered on his face as he shuffles himself to sit, facing you with the biggest smile. "The operation was a success, aren't you happy for me?"

You were silent. You were still glaring at him as he met your eyes, but he knows that you were only worried sick about him. It was indeed a dangerous mission, and the fact that if he wasn't found for another minute, he would've died.

But he didn't, and he get to see how worried you were right when those doors of the freezer opened. He gets to see you.

That was worth it.

Your fist relaxes as you meet his eye level, sighing in relief as you took him into your arms, giving him the tightest (almost deadly), warmest, and sweetest hug that assured him of everything.

"Never do these kinds of operations again," You mumble, burrowing your face in the towels that held him closer than you. "I get worried sick. Being a good cop is boring. I'll be the bad cop now so you don't get to do these kinds of things anymore. How about that?"

You hear Sangyeon chuckle as he's now the one burrowing his chin in the crook of your neck, enjoying the warmth you exuded. He definitely was not going to let you do that, but now he just decided to keep quiet and enjoy how he fit right into your arms.

"I missed you."

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myfaveficrecs · 2 years

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Remember This?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Word Count: 2,011

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of injuries/medical procedures

AN: I am dipping my toes back into the writing world for @roosterforme’s #love is in the air tgm challenge. My song is, “I’ll Make Love to You” by Boyz II Men. Hopefully this isn’t a flop! Happy Valentine’s Day! XOXO

You enjoyed your job immensely. Helping people had always been something that was extremely important to you, and you were lucky enough to be able to do what you were passionate about. You finished medical school 3 years ago and now you were employed at your local VA Hospital part time, your other half being on base with your husband, Bradley. You had been high school sweethearts and you were still going on like it was your honeymoon.

You were overjoyed when you learned you were going to be able to help soldiers from all branches from all over the country. You helped veteran soldiers with rehabilitation mostly. Post war injuries that needed extra help and attention when they were able to come back home.

Bradley and his squadron were all in the Navy. Fanboy and Halo had done 3 tours in Iraq and Afghanistan while Bradley had done 2 recently. Hangman was almost killed in combat 4 days before he was due to come home from his last deployment. The others had thankfully come home in one piece, only minor scrapes and injuries from their time overseas. Bradley hadn’t been as lucky.

Bradley had been shot once in the chest inches away from his heart, and shrapnel had sliced through his face, neck, and arm. He was lucky to be alive but thankfully the doctors he had were good at what they do. They were able to save his life but not without complications. He had severe nerve damage through his left shoulder and bicep and his collarbone had been shattered and completely reconstructed. When he was sent home, he started showing up to the hospital you worked at for his physical therapy, often riding home with you at the end of the day.

You had just finished with a patient when you were heading to your office, passing by the nurses’ station on your way. You dropped the patient’s chart off at the desk but before you could start heading in the direction you desired, your charge nurse, Rebecca, stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?”

“If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

She just shrugged her shoulders noncommittally with a smirk, walking away from you to continue your filing. Looking at your basket you noticed you had no patients waiting and walked to your office wondering who could be waiting for you.

As soon as you walked into your office your face broke out in a large smile. You knew it was your husband without a doubt. His 6’1” frame standing in front of your large window overlooking the city, broad shoulders, long legs, tight little ass, and hair with perfect curls for pulling.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” You smiled while shutting your door, taking off your lab jacket and throwing it over the back of one of the chairs in your office. He turned around quickly and smiled at you, holding his arms open wide for you to walk into, bringing you into a warm and tight embrace.

“Yeah, I had my last appointment today and thought I’d come up and see you.”

“How’d it go?”

“Good. Almost as good as before.”

“That’s awesome, honey.”

“You don’t have any patients do you?”

“No, I think my next appointment is in another 45 minutes, why?”

With a mischievous look and a flick of the lock on your door, Bradley looks towards your desk and says, “Hey Alexa! Play my baby maker playlist.” You couldn’t help but laugh, burying your face in his chest as “I’ll Make Love to You,” starts to echo in your office.

“Haven’t heard this song since the night before my last deployment...you remember that night?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Of course, I do! But Roo, we can’t do that here!”

“We can. I locked the door. C’mon baby, I thought we could celebrate a little early.” He could see the slight crack in your resolve and pounced on the seconds of vulnerability, the pride. “Besides, Rebecca is probably listening right outside the door right now anyway.:

Close your eyes, make a wish And blow out the candlelight For tonight is just your night We're gonna celebrate, all through the night Pour the wine, light the fire Girl your wish is my command I submit to your demands

Bradley wrapped one hand into your hair, gently pulling your head back, tracing his nose up your cheek. Pulling back slightly he hovers his lips over your own, a little quirk to his lips when he pulls millimeters away when you try and connect. Once, twice more before he lets out a breathy chuckle at your frustration, finally crashing his plush lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His other hand pushing into your lower back and pulling you flush against him, swaying to the harmony of the song. When he pulled away you were both breathless and dizzy. Desire had pooled in your core, and you could feel an impressive bulge digging into your stomach. “You gonna let me love you like it’s that night all over again? Right here, right now?”

He didn’t give you any time to respond before he crashed his lips back onto yours once again. This time the kiss was all tongue and teeth. He loved to bite on your lower lip when you kissed, and it always managed to send shivers down your spine. As soon as you let out a moan, he knew he had you right where he wanted you and he smiled against your mouth. He quickly picked you up, digging his hands underneath your ass cheeks and plopped you unceremoniously on top of your desk, pushing everything out of his way to give you enough room to lie down. Your movements were frantic, knowing time was limited, ironically the same as the night before he left.

I will do anything, girl you need only ask I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby, all through the night I'll make love to you When you want me to And I will not let go 'Til you tell me to

Bradley was usually a rough lover, but he always managed to make you feel loved and protected, no matter what you were doing, and the sex was no different. His touch held a tenderness; a reaffirming touch that he would always be there to care for you.

You quickly pulled his shirt off of his broad shoulders and pulled it up over his head to reveal his chiseled chest and abs. Reaching up you pulled Bradley down toward you, kissing over his scars from the old wounds, shrapnel, and surgeries. This was something you always did, letting him know you were thankful he was alive and in your arms. The reminder that he was still beautiful in your eyes.

Girl relax, let's go slow I ain't got nowhere to go I'm just gon' concentrate on you Girl, are you ready? It's gon' be a long night Throw your clothes (throw your clothes) on the floor (on the floor) I'm gonna take my clothes off too I've made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me, you know I can do

Bradley pulled your hair and moved your head back far enough to stretch your neck long, licking a broad stripe and ending with a quick nip underneath your ear. You let out an obscene moan making him pull back from you and stand up as straight as he could while leaning over your desk for support. “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He practically ripped your scrub pants and panties off of you in one quick pull, your shoes flying off along with them from the force of his tug. He placed your feet wide along the edge of your desk, opening yourself up to him. “Fuck Y/N…you’re already soaking wet.”

“I’m always wet for you, Bradley…now are you just going to stare or are you going to make love to your wife?”

I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby, all through the night I'll make love to you When you want me to And I will not let go 'Til you tell me to

Bradley’s demeanor instantly changed. His eyes quickly shot up to yours, narrowing into slits. He clenched his jaw making it tick, and he snapped his belt open, never once taking his eyes from yours. The intensity bringing a new wave of slick rushing out of you. There was no reply from him, his face telling you everything you needed to know. He was most definitely going to love you, and he was going to make sure you remembered it.

Pulling his jeans and boxers down just below his ass, his erection sprang free. It was long and thick, steadily leaking drops of precum. He wrapped his hand around the base, slowly stroking upwards, giving you a show. With a smirk he wrapped his hand around your thighs, pulling you down until your ass was flush with the edge of your desk.

Baby, tonight is your night And I will do you right Just make a wish on your night Anything that you ask I will give you the love of your life, your life, your life

No warning was given before he thrust into you in one slow and measured thrust, filling you to the brink, and trusting your body to accept him as it has hundreds of times before. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth opened wide to let out a sound you had never heard yourself make before, not that you could bring yourself to care.

“I said,” he pistoned into you quickly, “be quiet. You don’t want those coworkers of yours getting too curious, do you?” You shook your head, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to muffle your noises. Bradley set a punishing pace knowing time was not on his side. His hips quickly meeting yours, the sound of slapping skin loud enough to echo throughout your office over the music. He pushed your scrub top up and over your breasts, pulling the cups of your bra down, and started to roughly caress your breasts with his left hand, his right holding tightly onto your hip to keep you from scooting across your desk from the power of his thrusts. The cold metal of his wedding ring made your nipples harden to tight peaks, the sensation running like a lightning bolt to your clit. “Fuck…Roo…please.”

He didn’t need to ask what you needed, knowing your body better than you did after all of these years. He quickly put his body flush with yours, chest to chest, intertwining your hands together beside of your head, and slammed his lips onto yours once again, tongues battling for dominance and attempting to muffle the noises trying to escape. The new angle caused him to move even deeper inside of you, completely bottoming out. The feeling of being so full and the delicious friction his pelvis was giving you by rubbing against your clit sent you over the edge.

I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby all through the night I'll make love to you When you want me to And I will not let go 'Til you tell me to

You arched your back and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. The tight fluttering of your walls sending Bradley into his own orgasm, giving a growl you felt deep within his chest as he released himself inside of you. The sound of your intercom on your office phone went off, Rebecca’s voice floating through the room. “Your last appointment of the day just cancelled. See you tomorrow, Dr. Bradshaw!”

Both of you were still breathing heavily, interlocked together to the point you couldn’t tell where you began, and he ended. “Thank God because I don’t think I can walk after that.”

You both broke out into laughter, ready to go home. Bradley knew he had that record on the bookshelf in his office...round 2 is exactly what the doctor ordered.

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wonik1ss · 1 year

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Together Again — Ni-ki

pairing : enha!ni-ki x 6th newjeans member!reader

song rec : l.a. boyz - victorious

summary : ni-ki finally asks you out after a few months since your first meeting

a/n : no more after this!

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After Ni-ki had helped you with your dance, you guys could never get back in contact. When you were free he was on tour, and when he was free you had your first concert with your members.

Even now you were still busy promoting. Which was a given because of the six songs you had this comeback. But even after your promotions you felt like you and Ni-ki would be busy.

So you kind of have thrown all hope away of seeing each other again after realizing how busy being an idol really was. So when you walked out of your changing room ready to go home, you were surprised to see Ni-ki. The youngest members giggled but Minji shushed them and left to your groups van.

“Ni-ki what are you doing here?”

“I texted but you didn’t answer.. I just wanted to know if you’d.. hangout with me for awhile”. You pondered the thought noticing you weren’t busy and Ni-ki obviously wasn’t busy since he was asking.

“Sure we’re are we going?”

“It’s a surprise”. Ni-ki said as he told you to close your eyes; and he helped you walk out of music bank.

As you got a in one of’s hybes vans with Ni-ki you heard a door open and the suddenly you were in an elevator.

“Ni-ki were are we?”

“Just keep your eyes closed! We’re almost there”. You could hear and feel the eagerness as he dragged you threw two more doors.

“You can open your eyes now”. Your eye brows furrowed as you opened your eyes to see Ni-Ki’s room.

“We’re hanging out here?”

“Ya no one’s in the dorm expect Jay to supervise us”. You laughed when Ni-ki put quotation’s around supervise. Then pointed to a sleeping Jay on the dorms couch threw the slit of the door.

“Ok wait here while I get the snacks”. You nodded sitting on his bed waiting for him to come back with some delicious treats.

“Here they are!”

“Are you sure we can eat all that Ki?”

“No but I bought this with Jays money so it’s fine”. You laughed again as Ni-ki got his laptop and pulled up scream 6.

“Oh I love this one!”

“Oh ya..?”

“What is that a problem Ki?”. Ni-ki turned away as he blush and scratched the back of his neck hearing the Ni-ki you gave him.

“No.. I just didn’t think you would have seen it that’s all..”. You nodded and turned to the screen popcorn and sour patch kids in your hands.

As the first kill happened you jumped while Ni-ki laughed.

“It’s not that funny!”

“Here I protect you from the scary ghost face”. Ni-ki said as he put his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. real smooth ni-ki real smooth.

As the movie continued you and Ni-ki stopped paying attention and started a small food fight that ended with a bunch of popcorn in Ni-ki’s hair.

“You got some popcorn there”. You said as you pointed to three pieces of popcorn on the taller boys head. Ni-ki took two off his head and smiled at you, until his eyes went wide watching you get closer.

He finally closed them as he felt you only a few inches from his face.

“There you forgot one”. You said as you tossed the third popcorn into trash next to you. y/n the rizzantor at it again.

For the rest of the movie you two made side comments and giggled during the most stupid scenes.

“You know I actually think Ethan’s really hot”. The older boys head snapped to look at you and you giggled.

“What’s wrong Ki?”

“Nothing I’m just obviously more attractive”. You laughed as Ni-ki tried to flex.

“Really”

“Ya really”. You blinked twice as Ni-ki got closer and closer to your face.

“Why do you not think I’m hot too?”

“Nope not at all”

“Well then can I show you something?”

“Ya-“. You barely started your sentence when Ni-ki gave you a quick kiss and the smiled back at you.

“Hay that was to short!”

“Ya? And what are you going to do about it?”. Ni-ki said taunting you while getting of his bed. Then started the chase of your trying to get another kiss; as Ni-ki dodged your attempts.

“This is why I said we shouldn’t have them here together again..”. Jay whispered with the rest of his members nodding in agreement while; watching the two of your run around Ni-ki’s room happily.

Oh wasn’t it nice to be together again…

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seokmthw · 1 year

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crazy for your chemicals | seok matthew

⇢ pairing: matthew x afab reader

⇢ warnings: smut, brat tamer!matthew (slightly soft dom), brat!reader, oral (female recieving), spanking, slight manhandling, orgasm denial, i think that's it lol

⇢ word count: 1.4k

⇢ note: listen, i think matthew and jacob from the boyz (who both happen to be my bias from each group) are extremely similar and i think that they would both be completely different if you somehow managed to piss them off, and so that thought is what inspired this. it might also be slightly self-indulgent, but that's besides the point. to the anon who requested i write matthew smut, here you go, and i hope you enjoy!

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matthew was always the sweet, loving boyfriend he showed when you were around your friends and family. he always had a sweet voice, pure intentions, and was loving beyond belief. he rarely lost his temper, let alone lost it with you, and it took a lot to even push him to that point, which is exactly why you currently had your lips on his best friend’s, the crowd of drunken truth or dare players surrounding you cheering loudly.

you wanted so desperately to see what his anger was like, and see whether or not he would actually take it out on you behind closed doors. you pulled away from hanbin, a smirk adorning your face as you did so. all the boy in front of you did was giggle, his face flushed and hair messy from the alcohol coursing through his veins.

you glanced over at your boyfriend, taking note of the way his eyes darkened and the bright smile he was flashing was now turned into a scowl, brows furrowed in frustration. this was it, you thought, you finally pushed him past his barrier of sanity. the game continued for a few more rounds before he rose to his feet and headed toward the bathroom, subtly motioning for you to follow him.

you followed suit a few minutes later, padding down the hallway and eventually feeling his fingers curl around your wrist, his usual gentle nature completely abandoned by how tight it automatically was. he didn’t say a word, instead dragging you down the hallway toward his bedroom. you were completely unsure of what he planned to do, which excited you more than you would like to admit, and you could already feel your arousal pooling in between your legs at the thought.

the musing pulsing from the living room gently vibrated the floors beneath your feet and drowned out any of the angry grumbles he made along the way. finally, he shoved his bedroom door open, roughly pulling you in with him and slamming your body against the back of the door, his hand twisting the lock almost immediately. you gulped, eventually meeting your eyes with his burning gaze. you felt so small with him looking at you like this, and you momentarily regretted even starting this to begin with.

his hands found their place on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to surely leave bruises in the morning. without saying a word, he leaned forward, catching your lips in a feverish, hot kiss, his mouth molding perfectly with yours. you snaked your arms around your neck, a quiet moan falling from your lips the moment he began trailing one of his hands beneath your shirt and over one of your breasts, rolling one of your nipples in between the tips of his fingers.

his lips began trailing down your neck, sucking so harshly he knew he would leave a deep, purple mark on your skin. you groaned, arching into him, but only for him to pull away, his pupils blown out wide, and growling, “do you really think kissing hanbin was a good idea?”

“it was just a dare,” you feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. you knew you were pushing just the right buttons as you added, “i never back down from them when we play, you know that.”

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hissed, “last time i checked, you were mine,” his other hand found your clothed core,, rubbing harshly, “and only mine.”

you whined out the moment he pulled away from you, his eyes hungrily looking your body up and down as he tugged your shirt over your head. his own followed, tossed carelessly aside into a pile next to the door, before he lifted you up and took you over to the bed positioned near the center of the room.

he laid your body down onto the mattress, his lips finding your neck once again. your breathing was ragged as he worked on the most sensitive spots; just below your ear, under your jaw, at the nape of your neck. bruises were littered across the entirety of your throat and chest, stinging from the harsh bites and sucks that your skin had succumbed. letting him have his way with you like this did things to you more than you would like to admit

he left a trail of wet kisses down your chest and to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of both your pants and your underwear and pulling them down off of your legs. he peppered small pecks along the insides of your thighs, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to be the most. you whined, trying like hell to get some sort of friction, but he hooked one of his arms around your leg, forcing them to stay apart.

“brats shouldn’t get rewarded, you know,” he mused, his voice thick and eyes meeting with yours, “but i’m not one to make you entirely suffer, so you should consider yourself lucky.”

with that, he dipped his head down, licking a delicious stripe up your slit. your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation, feeling your back arch up off of the mattress. you felt your legs begin to twitch the moment he hummed against your clit, lips just barely grazing it as he stated, “you’re already soaked, and all for me, right? not because of hanbin?”

“n-not because of him,” you breathily answered, “only you.”

matthew continued his assault on your clit, groaning the moment your hands threaded through his hair and tugged at the roots. your orgasm was almost there, so close you could almost taste it, but the moment you uttered those words to your boyfriend, he was pulling away from you, completely ruining any chance you had of being pushed over the edge.

you whined out, begging for him to continue, but matthew simply chuckled at your response. instead of giving in to you this time, he began to unbuckle his belt, his hooded eyes watching your face intently, your cheeks flushing peek from both embarrassment and frustration. he smirked, sliding his pants and boxers down, his painfully hard cock springing free from its restraints.

you swallowed harshly at the sight of him, but before you could plead him for anything else, he commanded, “get on your hands and knees, now.”

you did as you were told, rolling over onto your stomach before propping yourself up as he asked. you waited, although you wouldn’t consider it to have been patient waiting, to feel his hands grip your hips, but it didn’t come. instead, a harsh smack was left on the sensitive skin of your ass, causing a surprised yelp to slip past your lips.

“you know what you did wrong, right baby?” he questioned, his typical sweet voice replaced with something completely different than what you were used to hearing.

deciding you wanted to see how far you could push him, you smiled slyly, answering his question with mock innocence, “no, sir.”

another harsh slap landed on your ass, and this time, you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning and letting him know you were enjoying yourself. matthew offered a dry laugh, “you sure about that?”

“positive.”

“last time i checked,” you felt a final hit on the angry red patch of your skin, “kissing one of my best friends is considered to be wrong, even if it’s just a game.”

his calloused fingers yanked your hips backwards roughly, pressing the tip of his cock teasingly against your entrance. you attempted to push back on him, and this time, he let you, bottoming out inside of you with a loud groan. he filled you up perfectly, stretching you out just the right amount, but before you could fully adjust to him, he was pulling back and snapping his hips into yours with a force you’d never experienced from him.

his pace was quick and relentless, and before you could bury your face in the sheets below you to muffle your whimpers, he was tangling one of his hands in your hair, yanking you up, his voice raspy as he spat, “what, are you too shy to let him hear you? you were so adamant on kissing him, surely you wouldn’t mind this, hm?”

nothing but an incoherent string of words came from you, and matthew simply scoffed, “already fucked you dumb, have i?” he reached down with his other hand between your legs, beginning to rub your clit in circles harshly. you felt a shiver run down your spine at his next words.

“buckle up, love, you’re in for a long night.”

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