#wonton x fem!reader

[blossominghunnie]

Get a Guitar

In which Riize watches a Get a Guitar dance cover from an American dance group called Iridescent Crew and two members fall in love with one of the dancers.

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Pairing: Wonbin x fem!oc x Anton

Genre: Fluff, smau + written, love at first sight trope, poly relationship

Featuring: Leehan from Boynextdoor, HueningKai from Txt, Gyuvin from zerobaseone & Taeyoung from Cravity.

Warning: Cursing

Status: Ongoing

Taglist: Open

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Masterlist

Iridescent Crew || Riize || Wonton’s Friends

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[yanderenightmare]

JJK x curse ! darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, kidnapping, captive darling, degredation

fem reader

Can’t stop thinking about all the little vulnerable curse ! darlings that exist and how easily they fall prey to the merciless Jujutsu Sorcerers that go hunting them down for pleasure.

Geto Suguru x The Curse of Virginity

Doe-eyed, chubby-cheeked and makeup-free. She's always chewing her lip nervously. Spawned from all the sweet, silly virgins out there who're afraid of having their virginity robbed.

Though always so fucking wet for it at the same time that it’s embarrassing.

Geto got lucky and swallowed her up before anyone else could get a taste. Keeping her in his bedroom. He kisses her cheeks while fucking her into a moaning, squealing little mess every night. Making sure all her sweet little virgin fantasies are met and satisfied.

Gojo Satoru x The Curse of Beauty

A defiant little brat who thinks her beauty will enslave any and all men who dare look at her. Cold and dismissive, she never lets anyone touch her – because, in her mind, she’s a goddess no one’s worthy of having or holding.

But Gojo scoops her up and keeps her locked up in his place like a pet cat. Smiling at her awfully condescendingly when she warns him not to lay his filthy hands on her. 

She'll hiss at him, backing up with eyes going wide under the crushing realization that a pretty face stands little chance paralleled with a real force of strength. Understanding with a hitch in her throat how she better start using her looks to please rather than upset him.

Fushiguro Toji x The curse of Insecurity

The cutest little crybaby who thinks every aspect of her is unappealing and gross. She’s always trying to hide her tear-streaked face, making herself as small as she can by curling herself into a ball, hoping no one’s able to notice her. 

Toji just grins his devil-grin with her doughy thighs spread around his hips – keeping her wrists pinned above her head so she can’t do anything but whimper out small denials when he gruffs out how fucking adorable she is, thinking she can keep herself away from him.

Nanami Kento x The curse of Shame

Born from the guilt of every shameful nympho who can’t help but feel so awfully filthy after indulging in their dark desires. 

She's always naked and needy – quaking with heat and dewy from the fever of it – rubbing her thighs closed with such a sorry expression it would make any man rush to comfort her.

Nanami takes good care of her, though. The poor thing. She can’t go a single day without getting her wet little pussy pounded – always coming to him with her coy eyes and sultry whines, riding the thick muscles on his thigh with such a terribly needy pout on her lips. Begging him to make it okay, to sanction her so she needn’t feel so awfully sinful as she cums while still whimpering for his cock like a needy wonton little slut.

Zenin Naoya x The curse of misogyny

Born from all the chauvinistic self-indulgent thoughts men have of what a perfect woman should be – having resulted in the most plaint sweetest little thing – one who only feels comfortable when she's either welcoming her man home, cock-warming him during dinner or when he's rearranging her guts into the late night.

She's the happiest little bride with Naoya. Smiling nicely and humming while he lists all his troubles after coming home in a foul mood like always – she'll play with his hair until he leans into the touch with a moan, possessively tugging her closer – palming her soft skin with a pouty scowl on his face. She'll kiss his chin and tell him how grateful she is for everything he goes through, and it's exactly what he needs to hear – beginning to brush his lips over her skin, undressing her while she continues soothing him with her devotion – telling him she'd be lost without him, that he should take whatever he wants from her as a reward for working so hard, that he deserves it for being so good to her, that he's the strongest and smartest and greatest man in the whole world, and that she'll never ever want to be or do anything but serve him until the day she dies.

[angelltheninth]

Those moments when the most likely to do this genshin boys start teasing S/O so much that they can see her pussy leak through the fabric of her panties. Leaving those pretty little wet marks for them to lick

im thinking Zhongli, diluc, and Pantalone but please, go wild with this food for thought

Thank you for the yummy food for thought. Now let me cook something up.

Pairing: Diluc, Pantalone, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilngus, teasing, panties to the side, clit stimulation, face riding

A/N: My writing is the only kind of cooking I'm good at.

Diluc feels how wet you are while you're grinding on his thigh. You could get off like that but since it's been such a long day he wants to do something special for you. He guides you to sit on the chair and spreads your legs, smiling at the fact that the stain there is just like the one on his pants. As soon as he eases your underwear down your legs his warm tongue of on your pussy, and your legs around his shoulders, his gloved hands feeling so silky smooth on your skin while he enjoys the occasional tremors from your body.

Pantlone lets you sit on his face but as punishment for getting horny at work he doesn't let you take your panties off. You're gonna finish what he started, you're gonna utterly ruin those by the time you're done grinding your soaking wet cunt on his face. He knows you want to feel his tongue, so desperately too, but all that you feel is it pushing against the wet material of your panties, being pushed taunt against your folds and your sensitive, hard clit. Begging won't get you anywhere either, still you can try, he loves the wonton pleas.

Zhongli insists that his tongue is specifically made to eat your cunt out when it gets this messy. Forget talking about contracts, the only thing he'll be doing is cleaning up that mess you made. His tongue is pretty long too, lucky you. As soon as those panties are moved to the side he pushes that long tongue deep into your cunt, flicking it upwards against your sweet spot. He might be the one on his knees but you're the one who's doing the asking, holding onto his head so you don't slide down the wall when you begin to get dizzy.

[stxrmylxve]

ιт’ѕ тσσ вιg! ♡¸.•*

Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem! Reader

Warnings: oral (m!receiving), cum swallowing, nicknames (good girl, darling, baby, princess), overstimulation if your squint really hard, belly bulge, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, a lil bit of cussing, geto is sadistic lol, smut with fluffy ending, not really proofread

Geto would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on as you sat pretty beneath him, your mind beyond fucked out as you gagged on his cock.

Even if it was just a quick suck because he had a big meeting coming up soon, or if it was a reward for you waiting so long for him to get home, he loves every second of it. The way your warm mouth and cunt fit snug and perfect around his member, almost as if you were made for him.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving his cock impossibly deeper into your mouth as you gripped his pants, drool seeping down the sides of your mouth as you fought for air. A small whimper came from your mouth, the vibrations enough to send him over the edge as he threw his head back, emptying his load down your throat with a long groan.

The strong grip in your hair was released as you gasped for air, a string of spit connecting your lips to his red tip as you coughed. His dark eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you, a grin forming on his lips as he leaned over in the chair.

“Did you swallow it all, darl’?” he asks, brushing stray hairs behind your ears as he tilts your head up by your chin. You stick your tongue out, showing him that it was all gone as you wiped some of the spit off of your chin with a snicker.

“Good girl. Wha’cha think you deserve now? I had a long mission after all, so I will let you decide anything we do tonight.” he asks, rubbing your cheek with a soft smile as your doe eyes wandered off to think.

“M’wanna ride.” you say finally, a small smile forming on your lips as he leans back in his chair. Slipping his pants off all the way, he situates you to float right above his cock. You hiss as the tip slips through your folds; it was always a big stretch for you to battle. Not only was he long, he had girth too.

He lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans his head back, resting his hands around your waist as you sink down on his length. Your breath hitches when you're buried down to the hilt, the tip kissing your cervix as you squeezed your eyes shut. You thought that you had been prepped enough, sneaking in a few thrusts with your own fingers when you had been sucking him off. Yet here you were, your walls fluttering around his member as your hole stretched as far as it possibly could.

You let out a sharp gasp as your arm gave out, falling into his chest as your back arched from his length somehow driving itself even deeper than before. Your arms swung around his neck as you held on for dear life, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest as he placed a hand on the small of your back.

"You're acting like this is your first time again. Have I let my sweet baby down and haven't been tending to you enough?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh as you nodded silently. He let out a small 'tsk' as he shook his head, "Well that just won't do, will it?"

He lifts up from the chair, not daring to pull out of your warmth, as he sets you down on his desk with your back against the cool wood. He lifts your legs up and throws them over his shoulders, pressing warm kisses along both of your inner thighs as he starts his slow thrusts. He grins as he watches your lips part, your eyes rolling back as he hits the spot you always love.

You babble a few incoherent words, pausing to let out a wonton of moans before you croak out a small "more, please." His eyes lit up at the words, pausing his kisses with a satisfied grin as he begins to ram into your cunt. Your eyes shot open as you gripped the corners of the desk, your knuckles turning white from the sheer grip.

"What? You said- hah- you said you wanted more. Look at this, I'm fuckin' you so well you can feel me." he says as he takes one of your hands and places it over the bump appearing and disappearing near your stomach. "I should go ahead a breed you, y'know? You would get pregnant in no time, easily. You want that? You want me to fill your sweet cunt up for being so good for me?"

You tried your best to nod, the thrusting doing the work for you mostly, as your hand traveled up to clutch his wrist. Your glossy eyes met his animalistic ones as your bottom lip quivered, muttering 'close' under your breath as your nails dug crescents into his skin, letting out a high-pitched moan as you came all over his cock.

Even though he was close to his own release, he slowed down just enough to loosely grasp it still but not overstimulate you (yet). With curious yet proud eyes, he watched a thin white ring form around his shaft. His eyes bounced up to your face as he watched it contort in pleasure, your brows knitting together with your eyes shut tight.

”Cum inside, please. M’want it.” you plead, your hands loosening on his wrists and moving up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning down to press your foreheads together with a smile as his hips snapped into yours.

He began back with his ruthlessly paced thrusts when suddenly your walls clamped down due to another oncoming orgasm, pulling him over the edge quicker than he thought as he threw his head back once again, spilling his thick seed into your sweet cunt. You followed in suite, cumming for the second time in a row as you gripped his shoulders, shaking in his hold like a leaf.

He pressed a long kiss on your temple, brushing back your sweaty hair with a soft smile.

“You did so good, princess.” He coes, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled.

“Doing what I’m best at.” you reply

“Oh? Ready to continue what you’re ‘best at’ then? I have plenty of stamina too, you know.” he says with a laugh as you smacked his arm.

[formula1blog]

Stay in

Lando Norris x Fem!reader

Summary: Lando had won his first Sprint and you had a whole day planned to celebrate. Only the weather decided to take a turn.

wc: 554

It was one of those days when the weather decided to be annoying, with the constant drumming of rain against the windows disrupting any plans that had been in place. The day started early with little drops of rain against the roof, creating a cozy backdrop for a lazy morning. But as the hours passed, the rain kept pouring, showing no signs of drying up.

With the original plans with Lando canceled due to the rainy weather, the two of you found yourselves huddled together on the couch, seeking cover from the dreary day. The warmth of the room enveloped you, and the glow of the TV lit up the darkened space as you watched 'Tangled' together. Despite the unexpected change of plans, the day had taken on a new charm as you snuggled up to each other.

Lando's hand was running through your hair, massaging your head. It felt like heaven, and you didn't want it to stop. "Do you want to get some takeout?" your boyfriend asked, looking down at you. It was as if he read your mind. "Do you have a preference, or can I choose everything?" you answered.

"So long as it isn't sushi, I am alright with everything you choose." You laughed at his comment. Lando doesn't like fish, not even a little bit. If any food is near a fish, it is directly inedible. It can be a little annoying because you love it, mostly sushi. You just ate it when he was away. "We can get some Chinese. I love dumplings or wonton soup."

You sighed as Lando stood up, leaving you alone on the couch. "I will order it. Don't watch the movie without me. I need to know what she is going to use that pan for." You nodded and paused the movie. It was boring without Lando there. You pulled the duvet higher up, hoping it would warm you up, and took out your phone.

Your social media was full of pictures of Lando winning his first race. You smiled as you saw Lando on the podium. You were so happy for him. You knew how hard he had been on himself for never winning, and even now he wasn't completely happy because it was a sprint race. In his head, it didn't count. "What are you looking at?" Lando sat down next to you again. He took your head and put it back on his chest.

"Your win. I can't help but be so proud of you, honey," you said, ruffling his hair.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's not a real race, though. The win doesn't count." You saw him pout, and you hated it. His face was the most beautiful you had ever seen. A smile on it brightened up your whole day. "I know, honey, but you don't need to beat yourself down so much. You did great, and you have to enjoy that. There will be a time when you cross that finish line in P1 in the feature race, and I will be right there to celebrate it with you."

He smiled and looked you in the eye. "You promise?" You couldn't help but place a kiss on his lips. He was such a great driver; the only problem is that he didn't see it. You put out your pinky for him to take. "I promise."

[xylianasblog]

I didn’t mean to!

Pairings: Jake x Neytiri x Fem reader

Summary: You accidentally stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to see.

Warnings: MDNI, voyeurism, fingering, breeding, slight praise, creampie.

♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥

You didn’t mean to watch, you weren’t even aware of what was happening. You had been writing in your journal a few new samples you had found when you heard the sound of grunts and loud wonton moans filling the air, and your curiosity had gotten the best of you.

You had moved cautiously through the thick foliage of trees to stop once you saw Jake and his mate Neytiri fucking in the middle of the forest. They were surrounded by nothing but trees, yet you had found them by pure accident.

“Just like that baby..” He grunted, “Doing so good f’me..” you watched in complete awe as he fucked into her, your legs pressed tightly together as you squirmed around in your hiding spot.

“Fuck.. so fucking tight..” you covered your mouth, holding in any small noise and whimper that would give you away. Your eyes trailed over his form, watching every bead of sweat that slid down his muscular body. “This pussy is mine.. belongs to me only babygirl.”

You knew you shouldn’t be watching but you couldn’t help it, you were entranced by the way he thrust his hips into her roughly. How her gushing wet cunt gripped into his cock, how her pussy seemed to swallow his cock. In that moment you wish that it was you he was fucking hungrily into. Your small hand trailed down the front of your shorts hovering above your clit before you pressed down, your body jolted forward slightly as you teased your swollen clit through your clothes. A breathless moan escaped your lips, but you couldn’t help it.

There was something about watching him fuck into her that had you hungry for something more. Had your body craving to be fuck into like someone’s own personal bitch. Moving your hands down, you quickly undid your shorts, your hand slipping underneath the layers to be met with your slick.

Gently you teased your folds with your own fingers before focusing on rubbing and teasing your clit. Your free hand covered your mouth as you touched yourself.

Your eyes trained on Jake as he continued fucking into Neytiri, shakily you slide a finger inside yourself, testing the waters before adding another finger. Soon enough you were fucking yourself to the pace of his thrust, your body shaking, you were more aroused than usual. Your juices were making it easy for you to fuck yourself. It was so slick and slippery that you were having trouble staying quiet.

“M’gonna fill you up.. get you pregnant with my baby..” Jake grunted as he slid his hand down to wrap around her neck, he pulled her body flush against his as his hips thrust into her. “Close.. m’gonna cum baby..”

You choked on a moan as you felt yourself flutter around your own fingers, you didn’t stop however, you kept going thrusting. His hips stuttered, Neytiri’s body shuddering as she came without warning, the only indication was the sound of Jake groaning before mumbling incoherent sentences you couldn’t make out. However, watching them both was enough for you to reach your orgasm. The familiar snap hit your body without warning, biting down on the palm of your hand as your body shook. You dropped down to the forest floor panting when you heard your name called.

“Y/n..” Jake called.

The first thing out of your mouth was. “I didn’t mean to I swear!”

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[demxters]

✩ for the blurb requests; jake and ace, date night, cuddling on the couch, eating take out and just being with each other, maybe falling asleep in each others arms

—DATE NIGHT

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

wc: 494

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace),

catch up with jake and ace here!

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As extravagant as Jake could get with date night, he knew that you also loved a casual night in.

Take-out, a movie or two, and your pajamas was all you wanted as long as it was in the company of your boyfriend.

When Jake saw just how exhausted you were after your last round of classes for the day, he knew that a night in was exactly what you needed.

“I am so full right now,” Jake sighs as he sinks further into the leather cushions of your couch.

You scoff, following suit. “I have never seen someone devour so many crab wontons at once.”

Jake laughs, nudging you gently in the side. “You’re one to talk. One second I was grabbing some chow mein, the next the entire box was empty!”

Joining in on his laughter, you slide underneath his arm and muzzle into his side. With a tight arm holding you in place.

He feels your body get a little heavier in his arms and he looks down to see your eyes already fluttering shut. Jake traces a finger lightly down the bridge of your nose. You scrunch your nose in that adorable way that he loves and he presses a kiss to your head with a heart full of love.

You intertwine your fingers with his that lay gently on your belly.

“I thought you wanted to watch that new true crime documentary,” he comments.

You shake your head. “Too tired.”

“Alright, sleepy head, let’s get you to bed.” Jake tries to get up but your arms squeeze tighter around his waist.

“No, stay,” you whine. In any other circumstance you would’ve felt pathetic. But your boyfriend was just too comfortable and warm that you didn’t want him to move.

Jake settles back into his position, hesitantly. “Bob and Mickey are gonna kill me if they find me asleep here.”

“Oh, please, they let Javy sleepover all the time.”

“You sure?”

“Promise. Now shhh… I’m trying to sleep,” you mumble into the skin of his neck.

A hushed chuckle leaves Jake’s lips as he gives you a soft peck on the forehead. “Love you, Ace.”

You sigh happily in his embrace. “Love you more, Seresin.”

Jake waits until he feels your breath even out before finally closing his eyes. He could never fall asleep before you, always one to make sure you were safe and sound first.

“Not possible,” he finally whispers into the night.

Had you been awake to hear him, he knows you’d argue with him until your throat goes dry. Jake finds it endearing how adamant you are that you love him more. You could argue all day about it. He doesn’t doubt that you love him, he just thinks there’s no way you could love him more than he loves you—his perfect girl.

Knowing he got the last word in your playful little argument, though unfairly, Jake finally allows himself to drift off into a restful sleep.

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[unique-high]

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

summary: Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

genre: fluff, angst, humor, and romance.

a/n: I made a playlist for this fic if you want to check it out :). sorry for any mistakes in the fics.

Chapter One: The Red Journal

It's only 2:15 in the morning. Yoongi sat in his usual spot in the back of the ramen shop eating his usual order of creamy pork belly shin. The crispy pork had a nice crunch, and the broth warmed his chest and stomach in the cold winter month of December.

The little ramen shop wasn't busy, just the same faces Yoongi had seen when he came here when he hit a mental creative block in his music writing. Oftentimes times Yoongi would people-watch, taking in insignificant details of the other customers he could somehow use in his music.

Like the old man with ink-stained fingers, Yoongi wonders if the old man is a kind of comic creator.

Then there was the young man slurping down his noodles as he studied for some kind of test.

Yoongi noticed a red journal sitting in the center of a table a few feet away from him. He looked around to see if the owner of it was anywhere. No one was at the serving counter or at the tea machine. The little ramen shop didn't have restrooms, so you had to use the restroom at the 7-Eleven across the street. So he thought maybe the owner could be there.

By the time Yoongi was done eating, he paid for his meal at the serving counter and bought a strawberry mochi ice cream. He walked by the table with the red Journal; he stood there for a moment staring at it. The owner never came for it.

So Yoongi took it to the serving counter.

“Someone left their journal here,” Yoongi said to the cook.

The middle-aged man looked at the journal and then at Yoongi.

“Okay?”

“Do you have a lost and found?”

“Does it look like I have one?”

“Can I leave it here in case the owner returns?”

“It'll get thrown out with the trash.”

Yoongi put the red journal in his messenger bag. He gave a tight lip smile to the cook and left.

The red Journal sat in front of him on his desk. He stared at the Nirvana sticker on the cover. He opened the journal to see if there was information so he could return it to the owner.

Yoongi reads the pretty handwriting, and the name written inside Y/N with hearts drawn around your name. There was no other information, so he flipped to the first page.

There's a faint hint of coffee that hits his nose and a coffee ring in the upper corner of the page with a movie ticket taped down from some French movie you saw back in July.

Yoongi read the first page of your journal. At first, he thought it would be crossing into someone else private life: what if there's some really deep personal shit here?

But Yoongi was a little nosey about who you, Y/n, might be.

June 1, 2023

I and my friend Namjoon ate at this Chinese restaurant above my apartment building. It's a small little one run by a husband and wife. I had sweet and sour pork with steaming white rice and Namjoon had Wonton soup. Namjoon thinks it's a little childish that I made a wish on my rice. I never told Namjoon this was something I always did with my grandma. She'll cook some rice for us on my birthdays, sprinkling a little sugar and adding some butter, before digging in we made a wish on the rice. I know it's nothing special to some people, but for me, brief memories like that with my grandma felt like hot chicken noodle soup on a bitter winter day warming your insides. So yeah, I'll continue wishing on bowls of rice, just to keep that memory of my grandma alive when she wasn't.

Yoongi's fingers trailed over each sentence until he was at the end where he saw a little chibi drawing at the bottom of the page with two people, a younger girl and an elderly woman with bowls of rice in front of them and scribbled above their heads read: Granny and Me.

His chest tightened a bit, and he batted his eyes to keep the tears away. It reminds him of him and his grandpa when Yoongi was a small boy, they would always go fishing, and Yoongi and his grandpa would wish on dragonflies so they could catch the biggest fish. They never did though and it never disappointed Yoongi when he caught something even smaller, it was the moments he spent with his grandpa that made these little memories special.

So Yoongi could understand you, wanting to keep that part of your grandma alive.

All he can do is try to imagine what your smile must have been like when a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of you, did you close your eyes? Or did you thank whatever God you believed in, if you even believed in one?

He was curious about how many wishes you made over the years, what you wished for, and did any of them ever come true?

Only from the first page of your journal Yoongi could tell you were someone with a pure heart.

Maybe you saw the world a little differently, like a child did when they first become curious about the world around them.

Maybe you were nice. Maybe you weren't nice enough. Maybe you smiled too much. Maybe you smiled too little. Maybe you cried easily when someone slightly raised their voice to you. Maybe you didn't cry at all.

A lot of maybes Yoongi thought about. Just a couple hundred words that Yoongi read he wanted to know who you were as a person. That all the maybes he had could be answered.

He flipped through the pages of your journal, just scanning over the pages. Some pages were torn out, with scraps of paper left behind from where you ripped them out.

Yoongi counted 96 pages with pieces of you scattered throughout the stained pages, folded corners, pretty handwriting, and every page smelled of lilacs.

a/n: the idea for this was random because I wanted to buy a journal and I'm like, what if there was a story about a journal and two people? I asked my friend who it should be about. It was either between Namjoon and Yoongi. And Yoongi made it. I may or may not do a Namjoon version. 😭

For a good portion of the story, we only will see Y/n through her journal and how Yoongi may see her.

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[slvt4weasley]

Lollipop -R.weasley x fem bodied reader

not requested! this is my first post, please don't make fun of me (i'm literally trash)

warnings; smut, j*rking off, ron kinda being a perv, oral (m receiving) lmk if i missed anything

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In potions, drowning out Snape as always, Ron looks around the room for Y/N. There she was Y/N licking and slurping on her lollipop, almost as if she knew he was looking. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pants tightening as his mind starts to wander. He softly whimpers gaining the attention from his best friend beside him. ''you alright there Ron?'' questions harry. ''M'fine'' answers Ron, face red from embarrassment. Ron slowly starts to palm himself through his pants trying to relieve himself of his hard on. ''may I be excused?'' Ron almost screams at Snape. Ron runs to a broom cupboard to jerk off. ''Fuuuuuuuuck Y/N'' Ron moans. Wonton moans escapes Rons beautiful mouth ''oh you feel so good around my cock'' ''yes yes yes spit on my cock baby, can you take it love?'. After a few minutes, Snape sends someone to go get him, and its you. ''Please baby im gonna cum fuck i'm gonna cum for you!'' says Ron, just then the cupboard door flies open. ''Fuck!'' Ron screams as he tries to cover himself up. ''Ron? what the hell are you doing?'' Y/N exclaims. ''Its not what it looks like!'' Ron says shyly knowing he's been caught. Y/N closes the door behind her ''it doesn't even matter, do you need help with that?''. Redder than ever, Ron viciously nods his head yes as Y/N gets on her knees. Ron closes his eyes as he waits for Y/N to take him in her mouth. She licks up the base to the tip, causing Ron to squirm under her not wanting to buck into her mouth. She bobbed her head faster reawakening the knot in his stomach from before. ''Y'like that Ronnie?'' questioned Y/N. ''Yes yes yes baby I fucking love it, i'm so close'' Ron says while his hips stutter into her mouth. ''cum in my mouth baby'' Y/N says. Seconds later, Ron cums in her mouth . They both get themselves decent to return to class before anyone asks questions when Ron returns to reality. ''Why did you do that?'' asks Ron. ''because I like you, always have''.

[kittywritessmut]

Don’t cry princess - Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Entails: porn with a bit of plot, jealousy, sex, heavy making out, confusion, rough sex, man handling, cream pie, profanities, use of nicknames (princess, daddy, whore and slut).

Your pov:

You sat in a circle, surrounded by fellow members of the bakusquad. Mina had her arms slung around your shoulder, Kaminari was failing at an arm wrestle against Sero and Kirishima and Bakugou were trying to fix dinner for you all.

“Hey (y/n)? Wanna play kmf?” Mina tilted her head and pulled you closer.

“What does that stand for?” You ask looking around at everyone.

“Kiss, marry, fuck” Mina says with a smirk.

“You guys are playing that? I wanna playyy” Kaminari whined massaging his arm.

“Sure, do you also wanna play Sero?” Mina asks with a chuckle situated at the end of her sentence.

“Of course, constantly beating Denki is you know, getting a bit to easy ha” Sero chuckles.

Kaminari shoots a dirty look at Sero, they both scoot closer to you and Mina.

“Alright, I’ll go first. (Y/n) kmf, Bakugou, Midoriya and um Todoroki?” Mina says with a smirk as she looks at you.

A blush covers your face, you scope out the surroundings making sure that Bakugou was out of the area.

“Um kiss Midoriya, marry um Todoroki and uh…” You look around “Fuck Bakugou..” You say cautiously with your eyes closed.

“The fuck did you say?” Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard Bakugou’s voice.

You opened your eyes to see the angry blonde towering over you. Mina, Sero and Denki chuckled, covering their mouths to avoid being yelled at by the blonde.

“U-um..I..” You we’re stopped with the angry male yanking you upwards by your arm.

Bakugou pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you both. He put both muscular arms next to your head, trapping you.

“The fuck did you say you’d do to me?” Bakugou snarled moving closer to you. His warm breath fanning your neck.

“I-I said I would um fuck you..” You looked away in embarrassment.

“And were you lying princess?” His crimson eyes looking deep into your soul.

You felt heat pooling in your sex, clenching your thighs together to create friction. Your face was a deep red and your breathing had become heavier.

“No it..it wasn’t a lie..Katsuki” You mumble looking away from him.

He pulls you to face him, his lips plastered in a shit eating grin. A soft dust of pink on his cheeks and a recognisable erection.

“That’s daddy to you princess, understand?” He brings his hands to your waist pulling your pelvis to him, rutting his erection against you.

You nod nervously and grip his shoulders with shaky hands.

“So princess, do you want daddy to fuck you?” Bakugou purrs and grabs your chin with one of his hands, tilting it towards his face.

“Y-yes please daddy” You whimper and part your lips slightly.

Katsuki chuckles and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue licks your lips, asking for permission. Once you part your lips, his tongue instantly explores every cavern of your mouth. His hands fumble on your jacket, quickly unzipping it. Only for him to find you in nothing but a crop top. Your pebbled nipples showing through the fabric.

“Fuckkkkk princess, no bra?” He groans, his pants tightening as he feels precum staining his boxers.

He moans and begins to need at your breasts. You let out a soft groan and begin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his jeans. He chuckles and bites his lip. He then proceeds to lift up your (f/c) skirt. He lets out a loud gulp as he sees you wearing (f/c) panties.

“Fuck princess…holy fuck” He moans feeling his climax near, just from looking at you.

Your hands fly to your womanhood. Trying to cover up your dripping sex. He snarled at your hands covering you up, pulling them away.

“Princess you’re beautiful” He lets out a wonton moan and rubs himself through his boxers. A wet patch forming in his already stained boxers. You bit your lip and hook your fingers on the top of his boxers. With a light tug you pull them down, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, pre cum leaking down his tip. You observed his leaky mushroom tip and the serval veins pulsating on his thick dick. He hiked both of your legs onto his waist. He pecked your check before hiking both your legs up, placing them on his hip bone. His pulsating dick leaking with pre cum so close to your dripping sex.

“Princess- fuck- I need to put it in now” He groans sliding his dick between your slick folds. Both of your juices mixing together.

“B-but…daddy it’s too big” You tremble and dig your nails into his muscular shoulders.

He moaned rutting himself against your wet folds. You groaned as he rocked his tip against your clit.

“Fuck daddy…just put it in” You moan, slick starting to run down the curve of your ass.

Katsuki chuckled and pressed the tip against your dripping hole. With a snap of his hips. His dick was buried in your tight hole. Your gummy walls squeezing his dick. He sucks in a breath and tosses his head back. His dick settled at your cervix, his dick shaping the inside of your cunt. After a while he began to bottom out, his hips rutting into you like a dog in heat.

You were both covered in sweat, moaning like pornstars into each other’s mouths. His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing messy circles. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, tossing your head back. Your gummy walls milking his dick. You let out a string of moans and look into Katsuki lust blown crimson eyes. 

“F-fuck tryna milk my dick huh? Want my cum inside you slut?” Katsuki snickers and picks up his pace. 

You nod, to overstimulated to speak a word, all you could do was moan and grip his shoulders, leaving dents of your nails. Katsuki’s eyelids flutter and with a sharp snap of his hips, he came. His tip kissing your cervix, his cum filling you too the brim.

“Holy...holy fuck” Katsuki pants and slides out of you, cum dribbling down your leg. 

He gets toilet paper and cleans the both of you up. He peppers kisses all over your face. 

“How are you feeling princess?” Katsuki cups your cheeks, and he looks into your beautiful e/c eyes.

“Great..” You pant, a light chuckle at the end of the word. You lean into his hands. 

You’re about to have a sweet kiss when a knock on the door startles you both. 

“Guyssss I know you were fucking...I just really need to pee” 

[blossominghunnie]

1

Wonbin’s POV

Today we were going to watch some Get a Guitar dance covers for a YouTube video. We needed content so our manager thought it would be a good idea.

Anyway, we sat on the coach and the staff placed the camera on the tripod and the laptop on a table that was in front of us.

“Hello! This is Riize!” We all screamed enthusiastically.

“Today we’re going to be reacting to some Get a Guitar dance covers.” Shotaro spoke and we all clapped.

“The first one is by Artbeat.”

It was a pretty good cover, they all danced synchronized and with energy.

“Wow.” We clapped again. “That was so good.” Sohee commented. “Next!”

The second one was good too, they were a little bit out of sync but it was good nonetheless.

“This next one is by Iridescent Crew from New York.” Seunghan read the title of the video. “Okaay, a foreign group.”

Since the start of the video my eyes were glued to the screen. The girl doing my part was not only an incredible dancer but really pretty too, and it looks like I wasn’t the only one that thought that because I heard Anton, who was on my left, mutter a “wow”.

For the rest of the video I just watched her, and it wasn't because the rest of group was bad or anything, on the contrary, they were pretty good but the girl just mesmerized me.

"10 out of 10, for me." Sungchan said clapping. "What do you think, Anton?"

"She danced so good." He said with a dumb smile but after realizing what he said he flustered and tried to fix it. "I-I mean, they ALL danced super awesome."

"Aw, does our Little Anton have a cruuush?" Eunseok teased him, which wasn't surprising since he loved teasing him.

"N-no." The youngest stuttered.

"You're so cute." He pinched his cheek and soon enough everyone started mocking him, even me.

"Don't think you're off the hook, Bin." Shotaro spoke. "I also saw the way you were looking at one of the dancers."

Shit, I thought I was safe.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to look at him with a blank expression.

"Your eyes were literally shinning."

"I'm still clueless." I played dumb, hoping it would work. I didn't want to be their next victim.

"Okay, then. Let's see if the fans saw it too or I'm crazy."

We saw our manager making a signal which meant that we needed to end the video, since we had another schedule soon.

"Okay guys, we'll end the video here. Thanks for watching, we hoped you enjoyed it." Sohee talked to the camera.

"Bye!" We all said and stopped recording.

"I'm going to be the laughing stock of the internet." Anton whined and cuddled to my side, putting his head on my arm.

"You'll definitely be." Eunseok laughed.

“Yeah, or they’ll think you’re cute. Fans love when the maknae acts adorable and such.” Sohee said.

“Let’s hope that’s the case.” Anton pouted.

Summary: In which Riize watches a Get a Guitar dance cover from an American dance group called Iridescent Crew and two members fall in love with one of the dancers.

Notes: In this world, fans don’t get mad if idols have crushes or date or anything. 🤠 (As it should be. 👹)

Taglist: @jiaant11, @sannab, @zhonglele02, @perrywinklefairy

Wonton’s friends || 2

Masterlist

[twogyuu]

Can I pretty please get a 14 for 2 minus 1 for the fanfic asks💝

14. Share a headcanon about one of your fics (optional: a specific fic).

Headcanon for Two Minus One!? Aghhhh hahahah - it's been so long! Who would've thunk I subconsciously manifested Vernon becoming my bias with this one-

pairing: two minus one!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: shrek spoilers?

wc: ~1k (im so so so incredibly sorry, i got carried away 💀)

Ask a question about my work here >> Fanfic writer asks!

. . . .

I think I ended this fic with them getting engaged LOL

It's Friday night! Woohoo!!!!

But it's also been an incredibly long week for you and you hardly seen Vernon, your now fiancé.

Rather than going out like you both originally planned, you forego your dinner reservations and meeting up with your friends (Woozi included **sobs**) later that evening, and opt to stay in instead.

While you take a warm shower and bundle up in your softest pajamas, Vernon's tasked with ordering takeout (and therefore, picking up - he isn't paying delivery! In this economy?) and choosing a movie.

He's not back yet, so you wait around a bit and scroll on your phone.

When he does come back, he opens the door and stands there like 🧍🏻‍♂️ for a moment, just staring at you with food in his arms and vice versa.

"You haven't loaded the movie?" he asks.

"You didn't tell me what movie," you reply.

"Didn't I text you?" he asks as he sets down the food, reaching for his phone in his back pocket. "I even sent you a selfie- oh."

And you're all like 🤔🤨

And he's like 😗🙂😅

"I . . . um, sent it to Seungkwan," he confesses, pressing his lips into a thin, sheepish smile.

You scoff, too hungry to care further. You walk towards him and start reaching past him for the brown paper bag.

BUT LOL HE THINKS YOU'RE GOING IN FOR A HUG 😂🤣

So he opens his arms, fully thinking you're gonna wrap your arms around his core and snuggle in, but you pay him no mind completely, ravenously opening the brown paper bag instead.

And he goes, "Oh," arms flopping by his sides.

You look up, wonton already pushed between your lips, silently asking him 'what?'

"I just . . . thought you'd, like, y'know," waves his arms as if that would tell you that he thought you want a hug.

Usually, he has no problem telling/asking people things straight up, but for some reason, with you, his words, always get stuck in his throat.

You offer him a wonton, pushing it close it to his lips, which interrupts his musing and he just let's out a quiet sigh and laughs gently.

He snakes his arm around your waist anyways, pulling you close. It's so natural at this point, you don't think twice about it, just proceeding to unpack your meal.

"I wanna watch Shrek," Vernon announces after a moment.

"Again?!" you exclaim.

"It's wholesome," he protests, "Easy-going for a night like this."

"We could watch Can't Buy Me Love," you offer instead.

Vernon rolls his eyes because HE KNOWS you have some weird (but kinda adorable) obsession with 80s teen romcoms.

You've watched it so much by this point, he knows Cindy's poem by heart - and to be fair, in his professional opinion, it's not even that good.

"So angsty?" he teases, poking your side.

"Like Shrek isn't?"

"We should flip a coin," Vernon suggests.

"Or let's just ask Seungkwan."

. . .

The unfortunate thing is that even though Seungkwan was your bestie first he will always side with Vernon.

So . . . y'all end up watching Shrek.

You're all pressed up against Vernon's side, arms wrapped around him, under a blanket 🙃🤡

And you get to that scene where Shrek and Donkey are stargazing, and Shrek gets all worked up about the way creatures judge him . . .

NGL, Vernon loves this movie, but he's also kind of tired (Woozi WORKED him this week), so he's starting to doze off.

But then, he hears sniffling.

At first, he just thought it was Donkey in the movie, but wait - Donkey's yelling at Shrek. Ain't nobody crying!

He looks over and your wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

"A-are you . . . crying?" he asks, trying not to laugh.

"No!" you protest, shoving him away.

"You are!"

"Am not!"

He throws a cushion at you and you whine in annoyance more than anything.

"You suck," you get up, trying to leave.

Vernon catches your wrist, still laughing, nearly, toppling over, bc y'all know how he laughs with his entire being.

"No, no - come back! It's not done," he protests in between snorts. "We promised we'd finish all the movies we watch together."

So after some push-and-pull, you reluctantly (not really LMAO), sit with him again, though with your arms crossed, pretending to be mad at him.

This time around, he rests his head on your shoulder.

You watch the film up to when Shrek comes to interrupt Fiona's wedding with Lord Farquad.

"You okay?" Vernon asks randomly, but softly. The tears from earlier still puzzled him. You've watched Shrek multiple times and this is the first time you cried.

"I'm fine," you reply, but you don't look at him.

You have a tendency to hold it all in - part of it being, you're not quite sure how you're feeling, the other part being, you've just learned to cope with being numb.

He pokes your cheek to get your attention anyways.

Raising his brows, he asks again, "Really?"

And it makes you melt. Because he just looks at you with wide eyes and soft, but also oh so serious bc he just cares so much. If you say you're fine, he really wants you to be fine. If you're sad, he wants to give you the space to be sad.

But for that very reason, all the bad things about the week seem to fizzle away in this moment and you give in.

Your walls crumble, your guard fades, and you let him in.

You lean down and give him a small peck, taking him by surprise.

Vernon sits up and you flop into his lap.

"This week's done, you're here, we're watching Shrek - what more could I ask for?" you ask quietly.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and deadpans, "Patrick Dempsey."

You turn around and throw him a dirty look, but he's only grinning at you, lips stretched from ear to ear.

"Living the dream," you say sarcastically.

(but you really mean it actually).

[angelltheninth]

Can you write Neuvillete being a bit of a control freak while being jealous after seeing someone talking to his fem s/o?

A control freak you say? Hell yeah, he would be.

Pairing: Neuvilette x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, biting, rough sex, mating bite, orgasm control, made to beg, outdoor sex, creampie, jealous!Neuvillette

A/N: He can be in control this time, cause he's so damn handsome, but I still think he's at his best when he's whimpering.

Judging by the sudden heavy downpour outside Neuvillette was upset about something, you didn't know what

It was a big event, one that you'd both been looking forward to

A firm gloved hand fell onto your thigh where you sat, getting your attention to shift to your boyfriend

He seemed very displeased

To avoid any incidents, not that Neuvillettte would cause any in a public space, you excused you both to get some fresh air

It was still raining outside but you found a spot in the gardens, with a big tree above you and besides if needed he could protect you from the rain

He didn't want to dance around this, he was jealous of the men swarming around you, circling you like you were something good to eat

Worst of all was the fact that he could smell you getting excited as he told you of this

You shouldn't want anyone else's attention but his, not in that way at least

Neuvillette is the only one who can look at you with lust and the only one who gets to... ah, he really shouldn't be doing this here but he can't help himself anymore, he pushes you against the tree, his hand leaving deep claw marks along the bark of the wood

How can he hold back when you're almost begging to be fucked right now

Why don't you beg huh, once will be enough for him

Or maybe you need more encouragement to do so, do you need his lips, his fangs trailing along the mating mark on your neck again, do you want to hear him growling against your ear as he lifts one of your legs up with one hand and cups your clothed, wet pussy with the other

You can still move but you both know this won't be enough for either of you

Even if you were allowed to come right now, if he didn't have that control over you with the way he looked at you, you would still crave him

When you call Neuvillette's name in that pretty, desperate, wonton tone, right against his ear as your hands fumble to fish his cock out he knows once again that you only think of him

That won't spare you the rough fucking he planned to give you

Be as loud as you want for all he cares, let the guests inside hear you moaning his name and let them all know who you belong to

He knows it's his cock that makes your cunt quiver the most, his cock that you think about on lonely night, his cock that you would love to suck under his desk

He's made it all happen before, and now he'll make you orgasm right outside of a big party for all to hear you

The force at which he presses himself against you and grabs the three splinters it a little, the rain sounds falling so fast all around you that they cover most of the sounds you make

You feel his warm cum flooding the inside of your pussy as you let your head fall back, mouth slightly parted before biting your lip to stifle your loudest moan yet, grateful that he's holding your shaking body against his

By the time you both gather yourselves enough to return to the party hand in hand, the rain had stopped, now replaced by the sun

[stxrmylxve]

A Birthday ‘Special’ ft. Rin Itoshi

Notes: cussing, a bit of possessiveness, scissoring, slight hair pulling, hickeys, unprotected sex, nicknames (goodgirl, angel, pretty thing, love), creampie, and of course moaning and groaning A/N: I’m also kinda writing this for later on when my birthday is later this summer 🫣 Pairing: Rin Itoshi x Fem!Reader

“Rin, I just wanna’ go hang out with my friends. It’s my birthday, come on!” you exclaim as you pull on a shirt, glancing at his scowl through the mirror.

“…I don’t want you out alone like that.” is all he settles on saying as he glares at your figure, also not wanting you to leave in such a pretty outfit that only he should be seeing.

“Alone like what? Why are you so protective lately?”

“Because you’re not here with me anymore! I’m fuckin’ jealous!” Rin exclaims as you turn around to face him, stifling a laugh with your hand.

“You should have just said so then.” you say as you pick up your phone, calling your friend to tell her you were skipping the party.

“I know, I’m sorry. Rin wants to throw me my own little…party, though.” you laugh as you say goodbye, clicking off of the call as you set your phone down.

“Well? I’m all yours now, whatcha’ going to do with me?” you coo

Rin captures your lips in a heated kiss, groaning as you pushed him back onto the bed with a smile. You felt around until you found his zipper, unzipping his pants before breaking the kiss.

“Want me to-“

“No please, just need you. Now.” he asks, almost pleads, as he flips you over, slipping off your shirt and sliding your skirt up as a small glint forms in his eyes, something very rare for such a stoic man like him.

“What?! But I’m not ready- ngh” he slips two fingers in at once, scissoring you open to take his length. The lewd noises bounced off the walls, edging you on even more since you were on full display for his greedy eyes at this point.

“Shhh, just let me do the hard work, yeah? Just sit there and take it ya’ pretty thing.” he coos as he smears the precum on his burning tip, slowly pumping himself as he continued to work you open.

Soft moans fell past your lips as he drank them up, pressing loving kisses along your thighs all the way up towards your heat. His fingers slowed once you hit your high, allowing you to come down from it before starting on anything else.

“You ready, love?” he asks as he presses a kiss on your temple, slightly grinning as you eagerly nodded your head.

He toyed with your clit as he teased your entrance, pushing the tip in just enough to pull a little sound out before slipping it right back out. It was always his favorite thing to do; to get you to the edge just to pull away, or to toy with you until he had you begging for more.

He did this a few more times, each time pushing in a little bit further before fully pulling out, a whine escaping your lips. Nonetheless, he always had the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

And just as you went to roll your eyes and to huff and puff about the lack of friction, he pushes himself all the way in, his length almost splitting you open as a wonton of moans filled the room. Leaning down over your figure, he pressed long and sloppy kisses along your neck as he drilled into your cunt, taking in all of the heavenly moans you had to offer.

Your nails pressed red crescents into his back as you held on, scratching his back with each thrust bouncing you up and down. The room turned hot, the air was thick, and the room had faint music mixed with the lewd sound of skin slapping and moans combined.

“Rin- agh- t’much!” you exclaimed as you pulled him into a kiss, connecting your lips the best you could as the bed continued to rock back and forth. Your hands intertwined into his locks, pulling them every once in a while as he hit a new and deeper spot.

His hand wandered up to cup your breast, giving it a small squeeze as he smiled into the kiss, abruptly pulling a small groan out of you. He broke the kiss, panting slightly as his hands went back to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he angled himself deeper into your heat.

“You like that, huh? Y’want more? You’re squeezing me like- mmh- like you want more.” He teases as he quickens his pace, edging himself quicker towards his high.

You tried to form a sentence, or even just a word, but nothing would come out besides broken moans. You nodded as you reached for his wrist, mumbling a small “close” as you squeezed your eyes closed.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your legs shaking as louder, more high pitched moans fell past your lips. You threw your head back into the bed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back, the overstimulation of Rin’s dick still pounding into you as another knot began to form just moments after you came down from your high.

“Just a little more, can you give me one more angel?” he asks, slowing down momentarily to lock eyes with you, your drunken ones meeting his needy ones as you sheepishly nod.

His pace quickens again, his head bring thrown back as his hands return to their spot on your hips. Though, he didn’t last long as you clenched down on him with your own oncoming orgasm, pulling him right into his as his hips stuttered.

It surprised him, to say the least, because he doubled over into your sweaty chest, painting your walls white as a long groan left his lips. He eventually presses kisses along your collarbone, lifting himself up.

“Damn, that was great.” he chuckles as he brushes through his hair with his hand, his crystal eyes meeting your hazy ones before dropping back down to watch his cum dripping out of your cunt. He takes a finger and pushes it back inside of your quivering hole.

“Keep it inside like a good girl, yeah?”

DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS. THIS BELONGS TO STXRMYLXVES/MINX.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Memory lane

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem reader

Description: You and Liv look through your childhood photos while visiting your mom

"Hey mama!" You hug your mom after the two of you walk in her door, Liv places a bowl with takeout Chinese food especially wontons knowing how much your mom loved them. She smiles at the two of you as she eats and you sit on the couch talking to her, you smiled showing a picture of you and your family to liv which makes her smile as well, after your mom telling liv stories of her life when she was growing up, having your siblings and you, and raising all of you throughout working and being a single mom, you smile at the two talking as you find photo albums and sit them on the table, showing her your mom's wedding album to your step sibling's father, you smile showing her a picture of your parents together feeling emotional as you tell her about your dad, he passed when you were 12 and it took a toll on you for a while. But you pulled yourself out of the hole of grief so it didn't consume you completely, you feel yourself fall head over heels for her again as you watch her smile, laugh, and squeal at pictures of you when you were younger, you secretly take a few pictures of her looking in the albums, her and your mom talking, and them spending time together which warmed your heart immensely at the two people you cared about so much just bonding that made you feel such joy and emotions as the three of you watch tv and eat dinner together, the two of you leave after taking pictures on your phone of a lot of the pictures in the albums and hug your mom tightly saying I love you loudly, you scroll through your phone as you lay in bed after showering and waiting on liv to finish her nightly routine while a random movie plays on the tv until you see a video of you and your mom looking to see pictures of you, your mom, and liv in Instagram and the caption in the post made your heart surge through you and tears form as you read the caption. "The wonderful woman who brought the love of my life into this world and raised her and she is my mom now too" you giggle a little at the last part, you screenshot the post and send it to your mom who calls you as liv sits down and says on speaker "I love you too livy and you are always welcome your my daughter too after all" she smiles as you share a quick kiss saying bye to your mom and giggling again as you look at liv "I love that she says that and we're not married yet" she smiles big as well as you guys put on Buzzfeed unsolved and talk for a while longer until you both fell asleep a few minutes apart from each other.

[lattenha]

hell shell — Y. KEEHO

your best friend is tiktok famous and convinces you to do a video with him. ft. tiktoker!keeho (p1harmony) x fem!reader genre! fluff, implied feelings between friends w/c! 2841

it’s no surprise to you that your best friend managed to blow up on tiktok overnight and has since then created a platform for himself on the silly app. with a whooping 564k followers and an abundant of consistent views that go for 600k to 1 million, you almost envy the public attention and popularity he so easily gained from posting one lip syncing video that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously in the first place.

at first it was a lame take at a joke, something to poke and prod at all the cis heterosexual corny males that do that lazy arm swing with their phones high above them to get the illusion of a facebook mom angle, while they flash their corniest smiles and barely move their lips to match the lyrics of the audio.

using what he’s learned from the algorithm on his ‘for you page,’ and doing enough retakes that the seven second song eventually engraved itself in your brain, you watched from your best friend’s bed with a judgmental look; cringing due to the second hand embarrassment of each redo.

keeho would laugh hysterically at every attempt, discard what he recorded, and do everything all over again. this repeated for about the twentieth time into the night until you decided to step in and snap at him to “just post what you fucking have already you dork!”

this would definitely be the last time you ever want to hear ball w/o you by 21 savage.

since then you’ve followed keeho throughout every tiktok video of him from behind the scenes with a front row seat either on his bed or out of view within proximity whenever he had his phone out to record. you would scoff, shaking your head and resuming your own leisurely activity of scrolling through instagram.

whenever his videos would pop up on your ‘for you’ page you never missed the opportunity to expose him in the comments to purposefully embarrass or call him out, cackling to yourself at the attention from his followers who usually replied to your comment with an “LMAO,” “HAHAHAH,” a keyboard smash of some sort, or the skeleton emoji.

“can you not expose me like that.” keeho whined, the dimly lit screen of his phone illuminating his face.

the two of you were watching a movie in his living room with a half eaten bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap. keeho’s attention toward the tv was long gone but you were adamant about actually wanting to watch the film. some cheesy romcom you picked since nothing else from netflix’s catalogue piqued your interest.

the movie followed the stereotypical best friends to lovers trope between the main characters. as per usual, both the guy and girl were in denial of their feelings for each other, scared to risk several years of being close friends that they’ve known each other only to possibly ruin it because they fell in love for the other person in their friendship.

it’s so cliche and corny that it makes you want to barf up the popcorn sitting in your stomach, along with the homemade wonton soup you made for dinner with keeho, and the melona bar you inhaled right after for dessert.

deep down you wish you could experience what the two leads in the movie have and are only shitting on the thought of best friends becoming lovers because you want something (cute and corny) like that to happen to you.

think about it. why spend another lifetime trying to get to know someone else and waste money on failed dates with a person you’re not even compatible with, when you literally have a friend sitting right next to you who knows all your embarrassing secrets; seen your childhood photos and family album; comforted you when you were at your lowest; took you to prom as their “date” even when there were a ton of other girls dying to go with him; and caught you standing in his room with just your bra and underwear on because he didn’t think to knock first before entering.

you sighed defeatedly. if only.

you came over because he invited you in the first place claiming that he was bored and alone by himself. he explained on the phone that his older sister, anna, was out with friends at some “fancy event or whatever” (keeho’s words not yours) and his younger brother was upstairs hiding in the room playing video games “or something.” with keeho’s parents constantly out of town due to work he hardly saw them as much as he’d like to.

lately it’s been like that. keeho beckoning you to his place and each time you would comply. it’s not like you had anything better to do anyways, and when it comes to your best friend, you’re down for anything. whether it’s a midday facetime call or a 10 P.M text at night, you somehow always find yourself with your two feet standing at his front door accepting his invitation to hang out.

even if that means he abandons his original plans to watch tiktoks (more like rewatch his own tiktoks and gawk at how “hot” he is).

the movie eventually came to an end with the long run of extended credits on screen. you let out an obnoxious yawn and stretched your arms above your head. you turned to observe keeho who was still entranced with his phone, no longer on tiktok and instead skipping through people’s stories on instagram with the quick tapping of his thumb.

“so, are we actually gonna do anything or am i just here for my health.” you nudged keeho’s thigh with your foot and he was quick to react by whacking your shin. “ow!” you kicked him harder this time and he shrieked at the pain, rubbing the sore area with scrunched eyebrows.

“what the heeeck, y/n. that shit hurt,” keeho whined once more. you simply scoffed at his behavior in the past two hours, arms folding over themselves as they rest against your chest in disappointment. “i know something we can do. there’s a tiktok—”

“no! absolutely no tiktoks i don’t wanna be in any of your thirst trap videos you do for clout.”

keeho’s bottom lip jutted out and you quirked an eyebrow at how (soft and cute) ridiculously stupid he looked pouting at you. “it’s not another one of my ‘thirst traps.’” his fingers doing air quotes when he said the word ‘thirst traps.’ such bullshit. he knew what he was doing each time he posted. he’s just too shameful to admit the truth because his ego is bigger than his pea sized brain.

you huffed, willing to hear him out when you let out a tiresome: “what is it?”

the silver headed boy pulled up a tiktok trend that was hot amongst couples a year ago, doing the little hip bouncing movement on beat to a sped up version of hell shell by young nudy. you knew of this, of course, because you remember cursing every happy couple in your head that would appear on ‘for you’ page. no matter how many of them you blocked, no matter how many times you pressed “i’m not interested,” tiktok would not get the hint that you despised seeing people in their own lovey dovey relationships.

the audio circulated on tiktok recently when people decided to bring it back expressing how distraught they felt that they have yet to do the dance with “someone’s son” or “daughter.”

“are you serious right now?” you craned your neck to look at keeho, breath hitching in the back of your throat unaware that his face was so close to yours. you quickly shot your eyes back to his phone and watched the tiktok replay for the ninth time as a nervous sweat ran through your body.

“c’mon it’ll be fun!” your best friend padded across the living room and propped his phone on a flat surface high enough to get a full body shot of you two in frame together.

you stood next to him awkwardly, your shoulders hunched forward just a little given your poor posture. staring at the reflection of yourself on screen you internally cringed at your appearance. you didn’t look as effortlessly great as the other pretty girls on tiktok do when they perform the bare minimum. it’s a wonder how blessed they were with the perfect genetics.

your eyes dawned on the sweatpants sitting at your waist and the random halter top you grabbed from your closet before leaving the house in a rush. your hair was tied in a high ponytail with loose strands that fell to the sides of your temples in a messy “i just woke up” type of way and not in a “i naturally look this cute” type of way.

off to your side standing merely five inches apart from you was your best friend. his fingers combed through his bleached locks, pushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. you couldn’t help but to notice that silver on him enhanced his features and drew attention to his chiseled facial structure. high cheekbones, prominent jawline, sharp eyes, handsome nose, and the prettiest pair of plumped lips that put women who use fillers to shame. he worse the most basic outfit: an oversized hoodie and shorts that sit below mid thigh.

you stared [in awe] slightly fixated. never in a million years or in another universe would you think to find yourself checking out keeho, someone you’ve known since middle school and shared half of your life with so far.

who knew that the little boy that was once a troublemaker would grow up into a handsome young male. his only downside and biggest red flag being that he makes tiktoks for his 600k fanbase of followers. aside from that, you can’t help but to admit that keeho is actually a great person both above and beyond the surface.

he’s humble, kind, generous, a little snarky and sarcastic from time to time but you’re just the same, if not, worse than he is. it’s how you guys get along in the first place because no one else is capable of tolerating his sassiness and blunt attitude.

he was your shoulder to cry on whenever a guy would ghost you for no good reason or friend zone you without giving you the chance to prove your worth as a potential romantic candidate. he was there to soothe your tears when you had a nasty breakup with your ex almost a year ago. crying bloody murder on the phone when you instinctively called him right after the whole shit show went down. it was terrible, to say the least, a distant dark memory you wish never to bring out of its file cabinet you buried in the deepest pit of your mind. keeho understood the assignment and whenever a friend of yours or someone outside of your social circle tried to pry the details out of you, he would shoot daggers and shake his head disapprovingly of their nosey antics, to which they would back off and quickly shut up.

he was there to mourn the death of your family pet, haku, when he passed away after 16 years of a beautiful life with the best owners and loving household that gave him everything. as a little something to remember your memories of the yappy shih tzu he edited a one minute compilation of videos and photos you had with haku. that day you cried harder than you ever did over a boy (and missed the sight of keeho’s wavering lips when he held you in his arms while you sobbed into his shirt).

you’re grateful for keeho, an understatement that speaks volume for itself. although you don’t explicitly vocalize your appreciation for him you hope that seven years of friendship is sufficient enough to do all the talking.

“okay, ready? you spin around so your back is facing the camera and then we start doing the dance.”

you nod, heat rising to your cheeks when keeho starts the timer as you watch it count down from three to one. camera-shy eating at your confidence once you hear the music playing. you’re incredibly stiff and, not to mention, really fucking awkward trying to sway your hips to stay align with the beat.

when the song ends after what feels like a century over the span of six seconds, keeho belts out a screechy laugh at your guys’ first attempt of filming the dance. he scolds you for looking robotic and gets you to practice a couple of rounds to the music playing on repeat before he records.

“here,” he approaches you from behind while his hands naturally latch onto either side of your waist. you gasp under your breath and stare doe-eyed at the phone in front of you. “like this.” keeho breathes, guiding your hips and counting aloud the beat to help you match the rhythm of the tempo.

“i-i think i got it now, t-thanks…”

keeho’s grasp burns your skin through the material of your sweatpants. when his eyes trail your figure to the location of where his hands are he promptly retreats to his original position on your right side, not without clearing his throat as a beat of silence dawns on you both. his touch lingers and it sends goosebumps throughout your arms. you rub at your skin hoping to rid of the biological reaction your body has in response to what just happened five seconds ago.

“you cold?” keeho asks. his cheeks are dusted with the faintest shade of crimson red.

“oh— i’m fine! just felt a little chilly for a second.”

you tug at the hem of your top, secretly wishing you had worn something more comfortable with full coverage like a hoodie or a sweater. but no, you just had to pick what you thought might capture keeho’s gaze. what the fuck were you thinking—

“okay i’m gonna hit record.” your best friend announces, cutting you off of your internal mini meltdown.

once more the timer counts down.

3, 2, 1.

you throw up a peace sign at the camera scrunching your nose and adjusting your loose ponytail that’s slowly falling down from the height on your head. keeho nods approvingly at your drastic improvement, giving you a boost of confidence and encouragement you were missing in the first take. he grabs your hand, holding it in the air, when you spin on your heel to turn your back toward the phone just as he instructed you. with your fingers intwined, he gives you a reassuring squeeze gesturing that you’re doing way better than before.

you chant keeho’s counts in your head like a mantra singed into your memory. one-two, one-two, one-two, left, right, left-right.

it takes you a couple of seconds to register that it’s finally over when keeho gently drops your hold from his and grabs his phone to watch the replay. you peer over his arm and giggle at how ridiculous you look versus keeho who’s a natural at this sort of stuff.

“that’s the best you’ll get out of me so you might as well just post that.” you plop onto the couch and sigh heavily with a sheepish smile. maybe seven seconds of fame for being in a tiktok with keeho will give you the opportunity of a piggy back ride for free clout.

keeho jumps onto the empty space next to you on the cushions and leans his 5’10 figure on you, barely being able to support his weight given the four inches he’s holding above your head.

“posted it! that went better than i thought it would, to be honest. especially you, little miss stiff-and-awkward.” he poked at your leg teasingly and dodged the pillow you sent flying at his face.

“yeah, yeah. let’s hope none of your followers start roasting me or something.”

subconsciously your fingers tangle themselves in keeho’s hair as you comb from the roots to the tips. humming softly in content to himself, keeho switches apps to the camera and quickly takes a blurry selfie with your face cropped out, willing to risk the high dive off the edge of a cliff when he posts an eyeful of a lengthy rant on his private account about how much he (loves) is thankful for his best friend and other half.

the following morning you woke up to a spam of text messages from none other than keeho himself. it was 11:23 A.M and he sent those texts two hours ago when you were still asleep. it’s the weekend for fucks sake, why is he awake so early.

you rolled over in bed to lay on your stomach, rubbing your hand against your face, and blinking away at the sleep still evident in your eyes. you read through each keyboard smash until he was able to coherently put together a proper sentence in english.

[yoon steph (curry)] Y/N!!!

[yoon steph (curry)] OUR TIKTOK BLEW UP LMAOOAAOAO

[yoon steph (curry)] LOOK (Attachment: 1 image)

[yoon steph (curry)] everyone loves you bruh

[yoon steph (curry)] i’m gonna start forcing you to do more tiktoks with me 😈😈

you sighed. what the hell did you get yourself into.