#yeah this snowballed into a long ass post

[springseasonie]

the walls are thin | NJM + LJN (M)

Roommate Jeno x fem reader x Roommate Jaemin

Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.

Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors

Word count: 7,4k

A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago

The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.

You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.

"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.

"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.

"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.

"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.

"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.

It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?

"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again

"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."

Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.

"You are so spoiled you know that."

You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"

"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."

You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."

"But I like the chase."

You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.

"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.

"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.

"You're funny."

"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.

You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."

Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"

"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.

"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.

"Never gonna happen."

-

"Fuck, come on!"

You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.

"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."

Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?

"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.

"Sorry. This game is just-"

"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.

"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."

Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"

"Yeah, just a little," you admit.

"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.

You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"

Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."

The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"

"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."

"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask me a question."

"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.

"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."

Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"

"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.

"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."

Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.

"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.

He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.

Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.

"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.

Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."

At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-

"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.

You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"

"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."

You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."

Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.

Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.

"Let me hear you."

You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.

"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.

"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.

"Then say it," he said.

"Say what?"

"What do you want me to do?

"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."

Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."

His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.

"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"

Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.

"Then say it again."

"Make me cum."

"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.

"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."

Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.

"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"

"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.

"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."

Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.

Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"

"Please.."

Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.

Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."

You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.

"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."

"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.

"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."

Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.

Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."

You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.

"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."

He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.

Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.

Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.

"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."

You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.

But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.

It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.

What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.

And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.

You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.

You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.

"You're such a bitch."

You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"

"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.

You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."

Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"

"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.

"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.

"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.

Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."

"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."

"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.

"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.

"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.

Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.

"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.

"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."

With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."

Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-

"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."

It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.

He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.

"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

"Y-yeah."

He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.

So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.

"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"

You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."

"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.

You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"

"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."

Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.

"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.

Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."

And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.

"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.

"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.

"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.

"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"

"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.

Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.

You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.

"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."

His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.

"Y-yeah."

"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.

"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.

"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."

Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.

Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.

You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.

"Look at me when you cum okay?"

"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.

"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.

Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.

"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.

Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.

"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.

"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.

"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.

"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."

"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.

"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.

Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"

Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.

"Spit on it."

His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.

"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.

You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.

His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.

Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.

"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.

"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."

You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."

You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."

There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.

You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."

At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.

"Open your mouth."

Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.

And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.

"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.

"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.

Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.

Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.

You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.

"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."

Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.

"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.

You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.

Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.

"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."

Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”

Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.

“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.

The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.

Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.

Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.

Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”

Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”

The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.

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Cream Pies

Choi Yeonjun x Male Reader

cw: top yeonjun, public sex, bareback, creampie, ass to mouth, messy rimjob, snowballing, yn was in a bad relationship, jockstrap kink, fantasizing, sex toys, angst, fluff, post-break up sex(?), cumming hands free, pet names, some praising, lame jokes.

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“good morning, what do you want today?” the happy, always smiley yeonjun said, he was the barista at the coffee shop near the area. it was a not so small cozy place filled with the delicious aromas of differentes pastries and types of coffee.

“please can you give me an iced americano, please” yn said.

“of course, one minute please” yeonjun said with his pretty smile.

although they never spoke about it, it was obvious that there was some tension between the two boys like the continuous stares or when they touched their hands when delivering/receiving the coffee. the coffee shop was like a second home to yn, he always spends his free days there. in fact a friendship started to grow between him and yeonjun. the latter developing deeper feelings but he knew it was wrong, yn has a boyfriend.

yeonjun couldn't help thinking about yn, sometimes when he was horny he would use a pocket pussy and think it's yn the one who's riding him.

“yes yn just like that” he moans while playing with his perky nipples, cumming inside the toy and feeling embarrassed right after that “post-nut clarity sucks” he says. sometimes he felt embarrassed having to attend to yn knowing how in his mind he was fucking him in the most perverted way possible, “this sucks” he murmurs…

some days later he welcomed yn with the same bright smile as always but this time something changed, yn was sad with a gloomy aura around him. he didn't ordered something he just went to sit on the farthest table staring at the ceiling. yeonjun was worried about him but couldn't go to ask him what happened due to so many people being in the shop. the shift is over so yeonjun can finally go to see how was yn, but closing and locking the shop's door first.

“hey ynnie what's wrong?”, concerned laced in his voice.

“i don't know” the other replied “i just broke up with my boyfriend but…” he takes a deep breath “i don't feel that bad about it”.

“what do you mean?” yeonjun asked.

“jun it was kinda a bad relationship you know.. it wasn't toxic but it felt like we were together just to avoid the feeling of being alone..” a few tears threatening to roll down his eyes “we came to the conclusion that this wasn't good for us so yeah…”.

yeonjun just hummed “so what now?” he asks.

yn cleaned the few tears off of his face “now just … being happy i guess” he laughs “i want the strawberry pastry please”, “as you wish pretty boy” yeonjun puts his left hand on his forehead as if he was a soldier obeying his superior’s orders.

both ate the strawberry pastry with some cream landing on yn’s nose. “let me clean it” yeonjun went to clean it bit the sight in front of him was too much to handle, he has the pretty yn inches away from his face. he grabs a napkin and starts wiping the cream, “you're so fucking handsome” yeonout's compliment was received by a shy “thank you” from yn. they lock eyes, each one appreciating each other's features. ‘those lips look so good’ yn thought.

finally giving in, both kissed. it was desperate, they both craved for each other that long. no matter how much they tried to hide it, the feeling was there. yeonjun's tongue exploring the other's mouth while his hands sneaked down yn's pants to feel that amazing ass. yn also put his hand inside yeonjun's pants massaging the growing bulge.

“you taste so good” escaped from yeonjun's mouth who was now leaving kisses on the other’s neck, “you make me so horny junnie” yn moans. “let's go back there” yn jumped on yeonjun's arms and he carried him towards the back room (uh-oh) while still kissing…

yeonjun didn't hesitate to strip yn, discarding his pants and staring and the black jockstraps the boy was wearing, his ass in all his glory was there just for him. the thought of yn wearing that type of underwear all days made yeonjun way hornier than he was “fuck … you look so pretty with this on” he said lifting one strap and then released it causing yn to moan, “i just have to pull down your oants and you're ready to get fucked and filled by me” the top grunts.

he went directly towards yn’s hole, his tongue doing wonders inside of it, “yeon.. jun… too m-much” whimpered the bottom. “but i'm just getting started, love” he replied.

“so. fucking. good” yeonjun spoke in between pants, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to the other's wet hole “i. can't. get. enough .. of it~” his sexy deep voice sending chills down yn's spine “why are you so sexy jun” he questioned.

yeonjun applied some lube in his shaft and put it inside slowly, leaving it there so that yn gets used to his size, “fuck yeonjunn~ it’s so thickkk..”.

yn was in one of those rotating chairs, so yeonjun took advantage to use both his holes at the same time, he thrusted inside his hole then rotate the chair and put it inside yn’s mouth.

time passed by and the pair was still at it, with yn riding that dick while yeonjun praised him, telling him how good he makes him feel. the smell of sex filled the room, their wet sweaty bodies against each other, every caress leaving a burning sensation that they loved. after “unconsciously” yearning for each other all this time they're finally becoming one. “fuck yn, i love you so so so fucking much” yeonjun confessed emphasizing each word with a deep thrust. “i l-love you to-too yeonjunnie” yn confessed too with a little difficulty because of how hard yeonjun was fucking him, it was like this would be the last time they were going to be together. “i’m gonna make you mine” yeonjun hugged yn tight while giving some sloppy last thrusts “i’m gonna fucking fill you up ynnie” and that was what he did, he emptied his balls inside the other, his throbbing pulsating cock sending waves of pleasure throughout yn’s body making him came hands free on yeonjun’s torso.

“fuck i came a lot” he said surprised opening wide both cheeks and staring and the gaping hole dripping with his seed. he buried his face in between the cheeks to suck sperm “after all.. i have to taste my recipe” he said in a cocky sarcastic tone, “if that's the case.. let me taste too” yn grabbed yeonjun by his chin and kissed him, the sperm being passed around between both mouths. “if you want your buns to get filled with my special cream just tell me” yeonjun reassured the other with a passionate kiss…

despite having confessed their love for each other in the middle of sex, both boys decided to start dating to get to know each other better, their relationship progressed and seeing how they had a lot of things in common, now the couple lives happily. yeonjun continues working at the cafe while yn goes for his favorite coffee every day sitting at a table while appreciating his boyfriend's beautiful smile.

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Nobody's Gonna Know

(Part One)

Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).

Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?

Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?

Word Count: (Part One) 4,100+/9,000+. Sorry, lovelies, I couldn’t stop😆.

A/N: Yes, it’s lengthy, but the idea snowballed into something unexpected. I hope you all enjoy it!

Inspired By:

Lounging lazily on your king-size bed, you laid on your back comfortably in an oversized t-shirt. You silently scrolled through Instagram. Your breath hitched at the feel of fingertips gently stroking your calves. Still staring at the phone screen, a wicked little idea popped into your head. You smirked, tapping the add a new post button. Using your free hand, you positioned it atop the head that rested on your pelvis and between your thighs. Not wanting to give him reason to stir, you gently stroked his head, and he relaxed into your touch. The movement of your hand paused long enough to snap the picture. He was none the wiser as he continued to search for something to watch on HBO Max. Eyes still searching the screen, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Soft ass thighs.”

A soft moan fell from your lips. You made sure Yahya’s face wasn’t in the shot. Your digits glided across the keyboard, adding a Nicki Minaj lyric as the caption, “My man full, he just ate💦😘.” You tapped the post button and laid your phone on the nightstand.

Yahya had just licked you to tears. No one knew about the two of you. That you started as best friends turned into a sneaky link. The both of you have secretly been trying to figure out what this was morphing into. Unsure of where things were going, you decided to keep things quiet. You both enjoyed teasing the people in your inner circle on IG (they were all extremely nosey). Thus the reason for posting said pic—that it would sometimes get a rise out of the other person was a bonus.

Yahya received a notification that you had posted. Still lying between your legs, he teased, “What thirst trap are you posting now?” He froze, seeing a picture of his current position. He huffed, “You for real?”

Yahya rolled over, still lying on top of your stomach. His hand rained down on your thigh.

“I thought this was supposed to be on the low? You damn near ripped my head off for telling my bro I was over here in the middle of the night. I guess the rules only apply to me,” Yahya grumbled. His face changed from frustration to a sly grin.

“Boy, calm down. Nobody’s going to know that’s you. That’s what makes it so exciting, you teased. “And why do you have that stupid grin on your face?”

“I just noticed the caption, so I’m your man now?”

“Don’t do too much. They’re just lyrics. Relax, my guy.”

“Yeah, right. When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game, Yah'?”

“Stop acting like this isn’t more than just a sneaky link now. I’ve been blowing your back out for over four months.”

“And I greatly appreciate it. Why do we have to get into specifics? We have amazing sex. No need to make it more complicated.”

“Are you dating anyone else? I know you better not be fucking anybody other than me, Y/N.”

“I’d hardly call a few dinner dates that haven’t gone past friends, dating. It’s been nothing but innocent, Yah'.”

His jaw ticked at the revelation of you being in the presence of another man’s company.

“For the record, I don’t make a habit of having more than one sexual partner. That’s your thing, not mine.”

“You refuse to let that shit go, huh? I slept with her one time! We had just started whatever this was at the time. I cut her off once I knew this wasn't a one-and-done situation. Who exactly did you go on a date with, sweetheart?”

The question and term of endearment dripped with jealousy. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for more confrontation. There was no doubt in your mind that the answer would upset him.

“Michael. I know you don’t like him. We just went on two dates. Nothing happened, Yah'.”

He pulled into a seated position on the mattress.

“Out of all these thirsty ass dudes that beg for your attention. He had to be the one you said yes to. How many times have I told you that’s a waste of your time? How do I get you to understand that he just wants to knock you down?”

“Is that not what you’re doing with me?“

“Stop that shit. You know how I feel about you. Your ass doesn't want to hear it because you’re scared. We both know this could be so much more.”

“This is stupid. Why are we arguing? We’re not a couple. This is supposed to be easy and chill.”

“There you go deflecting as usual,” he sighed.

“Do you want me to delete the damn picture, Yahya? It’s the reason this conversation even took place.”

“No, no. Leave it up. You know what? You’re right, love. Lay back down. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”

Yahya was the least bit worried about your IG post. It was only for close friends, and he wanted them to wonder. Acting angry was just a means to an end. He had a reason to get his lick back. Now, he had an excuse for what he was planning.

Hearing you went on two dates with Michael sent jealousy coursing through his veins. He made a mental note to keep his enemies closer. Seeing that you were focused on the show, he went to Instagram. Yahya went to Michael’s page and added him to his close friends. 

He wanted to see how your friends were reacting to your photo. He pulled up your page and skimmed through the comments. Yahya chuckled at your best friend's comment. In bold letters, she said, “Okay, best friend! I see you! No clue who that is, but get that head in your comfortable bed! Yaaasss👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. I expect full details and a face reveal when we link tomorrow. I’m tired of all this damn anonymity.” Yahya laughed, knowing that you weren’t giving up any information.

Yahya waited two days before he put his plan in motion. He hit your line, inviting you for a movie night at his place. You were sure the night would end on your back with Yahya between your thighs. Anytime the two of you were alone, your hands always seemed to roam. Every time you two gave into temptation, it would go for rounds. Knowing this, you brought an overnight bag. He knew just how to put you to sleep.

Only twenty minutes into the movie, you were already at the edge of the mattress. Yahya placed you on all fours with your box braids wound tightly around his hand. He tugged at them, pulling you into the most perfect of arches. His free hand crept to the top of his nightstand. You were plunged deep into the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed him pick up his phone. The only light in the room came from the television. Pistoning in and out of your tight walls, he managed to open Instagram. Yahya needed it to be pitch black to pull off his scheme.

“Nobody watching this shit for real, baby. Alexa! Turn off the tv in the master bedroom,” he groaned.

The tv shut off as he pulled out and slammed back into your slick heat.

“Ye-yes. Fuck, baby,” you cried, arching your back deeper.

His face lit up at that. He continued giving slow, deep strokes as he recorded you both in the dark.

Yahya made sure this was for close friends only. With confirmation, he laid the phone on the mattress next to the two of you. He proceeded to put in work, going crazy in your walls. Your sweet, soft, and sensual moans were like music to his ears. You were used to Yahya laying some good pipe, but tonight he was on demon time. This man was trying to tear your walls down and ruin you for any other man.

“Feel me deep in your shit, baby?”

You moaned in response.

He thrust so deep that your hands instantly flew to his abdomen. You tried to push back against his stomach, wanting him to take it easy on you. He growled, binding your wrist with his free hand.

“Move your fuckin’ hands,” he half moaned, half growled. His hand let go of your hair and rained down, smacking and grabbing your left cheek. He slapped the right cheek before burying his digits in your braids again. “I thought you could take all of it, baby? That’s what you begged for. Right, love? Hmm? This ain’t what you wanted?”

You whimpered.

A faint “Please, Daddy” escaped your lips. 

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“I can-ah!”

“Yes, you can, baby. You gon’ be my good girl, and take it,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your back, fully sheathing himself inside you. His length tapped that spot deep within you.

 “Y-yes, baby, I’ll take it, g-give me that di-Yes, Yah'!”

Yahya tapped at your spot repetitively, sending you spiraling. You buried your face in the mattress, clawing at the bedding. Your release approached, barreling toward you like a freight train as you attempted to muffle your screams in the sheets.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Each word was highlighted with another thrust. “Yeah, come just like that, mama.”

Satisfied with himself, Yahya ended the video and posted it to his stories. He hoped none of your closest friends would recognize your voice. There was only one person he needed to figure it out, Michael. Yahya knew you were going to throw a fit, but so long as nobody could see you. He felt he could get you to be cool with it. Leaning against you, he licked, nibbled, and kissed your shoulder. He was still plunged deep inside you and solid as a rock. Yahya’s lips trailed over to your ear. Releasing a deep groan, he rasped, “Hope you got one more in you, love. Daddy needs to come too. He pulled out until it was just the tip. About to respond, he plunged deep inside, forcing you to gasp. Yahya pulled two more orgasms from your body before spilling inside you.

He made quick work of getting a warm cloth to clean you up. You moaned at the sweet actions of his aftercare. Yahya smirked at how easily it was to turn you on. He swaggered into the bathroom and finished cleaning himself up. 

Collapsing into bed, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Rolling onto your side, you pushed back against him, making yourself the little spoon. Yahya’s hand crept from your thigh and up the side of your body. His large palm found its destination as it gently cupped your breast. His lips left light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“You’re always trying to cop a feel,” you sassed, sucking your teeth.

“You know this is my emotional support Titty.”

“Shut up, Yah',” you giggled.

Yahya bit his lip and smirked as he tweaked your nipple.

“Uhn-uh! If you’re going to be on my body like this, your ass needs to behave and sit still. I’m exhausted thanks to your big dick bandit ass,” you teased.

“You know you like that shit,” he responded, tugging at your nipple again.

He pressed his semi-hard erection against you. The action caused your breath to hitch.

“Tell me you don’t want me again, and I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe.

About to reply sarcastically, you lost your train of thought as he dipped his hand between your thighs.

“You were saying something, love?”

“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” you panted.

“Come here, mama. Want you to ride me.”

Sliding down his length, it became clear you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Yah', baby,” you whined.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good. Ride me, mama,” he urged, guiding your hips.

Though he had fallen asleep satiated and peacefully, his morning was the opposite. Yahya jolted out of his sleep as he struggled to breathe. You had covered his face with a pillow while chastising him.

“I just know your big-headed ass didn’t record us fucking and post it to close friends! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.”

Yahya's hand tugged at the pillow over his face. He snatched the pillow, throwing it across the room. He overpowered you, flipping you onto your back as he smirked.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want your side hoes to find out about me?”

“The only side hoe I have is you.”

“Naw, sweetheart. I’m your main dude. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever! You better hope nobody recognizes my voice, freaky ass,” you kissed your teeth.

“Oh, I hope they do,” he smiled. “You’re not even mad, for real. I know that shit lowkey turns you on. Listen to those pretty little moans, mama.”

You did your best to bite back a smile but lost. Yahya licked his lips, giving you a million-dollar smile.

“I know I sound good. You ain’t gotta sweat me or nothin’.”

“I should’ve left the lights on while I recorded that shit. Give them something to really talk about.”

“You want to tell people we fuck so bad,” you teased.

“It’s going to come out sooner or later. I’ma make you mine, shortie. You can continue to run from it but in the end. You’re going to be mine.”

Wanting to avoid such a touchy topic, you switched the subject.

“Boy, shut up and feed me. I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast, best friend?”

Yahya smiled devilishly, “This dick.”

“Nasty ass. I want food, Yah',” you whined.

“That’s a whole ass meal, fuck you mean?”

Eyes rolling and smacking your teeth, he laughed.

“I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. Let’s get the baby’s tummy full. What do you want to eat, baby girl,” he responded in his best baby voice.

“Can you make french toast and bacon? You make it better than I do,” you asked in a cute tone.

“You know I can’t say no to that voice and face. Come on, spoiled brat,” he teased as he slapped your thigh.

Yahya scooped you from the bed, dangling your body over his shoulder. His hand grabbed a handful of your behind, giving it a loud smack.

“Ouch, Yah'! That hurt,” you whined.

“I didn’t mean to smack it that hard. My bad,” he smirked, rubbing the pain away.

“Lying ass.”

Carting you off to the kitchen, he got you fed and full. Neither of you had anything planned. The two of you spent the remainder of your Sunday binging television and ordering takeout. 

When the time came for you to head out, Yahya felt his chest tighten. He was sad to see you leave. If only you two could figure out where to go from here. He’d have you sleeping in his bed every night. Little did you know, your best friend’s feelings for you had existed as long as the friendship had. He just never knew how to tell you. The chemistry and attraction lingered between the two of you. That is, until one drunken night, he did something about it. He fell back on his couch, missing you already, as his mind drifted back to that night.

You were spiraling down a black hole of heartbreak. Yahya came running to offer support and a listening ear to vent to. 

His fist balled up, jaw flexing as his memory replayed the image of you opening the door. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy as you did your best to keep from crying again. Yahya’s heart sank seeing how distraught you were. He stepped closer to you, and in a low baritone, he said, “Hey, mama.” The sympathy in his soothing voice sent a fresh trail of tears rolling down your cheeks. He sighed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Yahya’s chin rested on your head as you curled into his chest, body trembling as the tears flowed. “You’re going to be straight, mama. I promise I got you,” he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He gave you a minute or two to let it all out. Releasing you, he bent back, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears. Yahya leaned forward, sweeping you up bridal style. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch. I’ll fix us some drinks and snacks. Then you can tell me everything, alright?” Giving him a faint nod, Yahya kicked the door closed. He made quick work of getting you situated on the couch. Yahya wrapped you in your comfort blanket. Gently kissing your forehead, he whispered, “Be right back, love.”

He called from the kitchen, “Are you in the mood for something light or heavy?”

“This calls for the hard shit. Bring the tequila. I don’t even need a damn chaser. Give me something that will make me forget the last twenty-four hours.”

Yahya strode back into the living room, alcohol in hand.

“What are you about to tell me, love?”

“Maybe you should take a couple of shots first.”

Yahya set the shot glasses and bottle on the coffee table. His hand ran down his face as he took a deep breath, “Am I going to have to beat his ass?”

You sat up straight, dropping the blanket around your waist. Pouring two shots, you answered, “Just promise me you won’t lose your temper.”

“No.”

“Yah', please,” you begged, voice trembling.

“The desperation in your voice tells me that I’m going to regret this, but fine, I promise not to lose my temper. What happened?”

“Drink first.”

Shots were thrown back, and you grimaced, pouring out two more. After the second, you started to pour another round, but Yahya’s hand gently grasped your wrist, “No-.”

A small whimper fell from your lips as his eyes grew. Yahya’s eyes darted from your weary ones down to your wrist. His hands were like lightning as he slid your sleeve up a bit.

“No, fuck that, mama! Is this a bruise?” 

“You promised, Yah'.”

“Promises are meant to be broken. Where the fuck is his punk ass at?”

He sprang from the couch, searching his pockets for his keys.

“Where’s he at?”

“No, please, Yahya. You promised! I handled it.”

“Why are you protecting his bitch ass? Has he been putting his hands on you this whole time?”

“I’m not protecting him. I know he’ll press charges against you. It’s not worth it. This is the only time it’s happened, honestly!”

“Don’t lie for him. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”

“I’m not lying, Yah'. This is the first time. I handled it, I swear. You should see the side of his face. I smacked the shit out of him.”

“Did he hit you anywhere else,” he asked, checking your face and body for more bruises.

“No, I’m telling you the truth. We were arguing about him getting caught up in his lies and cheating. I told him I was done and that he needed to get the hell out of my house. This dude had the nerve to snatch my wrist, demanding I hear him out. I told him he was hurting me. His response was he didn’t give a fuck. That pissed me off, so I slapped him. He charged at me, and I kicked him in the nuts. How do you cheat on me with a bitch I called a friend and have the nerve to be mad that I no longer wish to be with you? The audacity!”

“I pray he tries to show up while I’m here.”

“He won’t. It’s over, and he understands that now.”

Yahya looked at you, not quite believing it.

“I told his ass if he tried contacting or coming near me again that you’d beat his ass. That or he was going to have a chat with Nina.”

“Thought you didn’t want me to put hands on him. You swear your ass is tough with that baby Glock. Who the fuck puts hot pink on the butt of their gun,” he retorted.

“I don’t want you to, smart-ass, but he knows you would. It was only said to get my point across that I was done with him. Not too much on my baby, Nina.”

Yahya sighed, frustrated that he’d have to keep his promise. He reclaimed his spot on the couch, crossing his arms irritated. You kissed your teeth, “I know you're not mad at me for keeping you out of trouble?”

“It’s whatever. He needs his ass beat, though,” he sulked.

“Just leave it alone, Yah'.”

“I heard you the first time.”

The room grew quiet. It stayed that way for a little while. That was until he heard you sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you, love. I just really want to rock his shit.”

“I know you’re not mad at me. It’s just.”

“What is it, mama?”

“Am I not good enough? Dudes do me dirty, and people I call friends turn out to be grimy. You’re the only person who has always been down for me. I’m so thankful for your years of loyalty and friendship,” you rambled, tears sliding down your face.

Yahya pushed his anger aside, taking a deep breath. His hands reached for your arm, pulling you into him. His palm cradled your head, guiding you to lie against his chest. He kissed your temple, speaking words of encouragement.

“That’s just god's way of making room for the real ones to come into your life, mama. You’re going to be alright, love. You’ll shake back from this. You’re strong, girl. The right man is out there. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

As he held you, speaking enlightenment into you. Something shifted inside you. Not quite sure what the feeling was, you shook it off.

“More tequila,” you offered.

The pair of you went shot for shot. It only took a short time for you both to get drunk off your asses. In a drunken stupor, you both laughed as you recounted the numerous times you had to fake a climax with your ex. Yahya was in tears, holding his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

“This man had to be talked through eating the box. Every. Single. Time. At what point do you finally get the gist of eating pussy? I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did.”

“Why did you stay?”

“The dick was big.”

A hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips, shocked at what you had just revealed.

“Sorry. That was probably too much information. I need to stop drinking,” you slurred, no longer able to look him in the eyes.

Yahya cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not too much. That’s some pretty useful information,” he rasped.

Your breath hitched as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“I don’t follow.”

“That’s what you like, mama?”

Yahya’s hand trailed to your neck. His fingers circled your throat, giving a light squeeze. You knew you should pull away, but your mind and body said two different things.

“Yahya,” you whispered.

“Answer me, mama. That’s what you like?”

You moaned, nodding your head yes. Yahya licked his lips at your response. 

“I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me what you like. I want to make sure you understand what I’m trying to say,” he groaned.

The liquor urged you to take it further. You leaned closer, his hand still squeezing your throat. Lips only inches apart, Yahya watched in awe as you answered, breath tickling his lips.

“I love a big, long, thick di-.”

Before you could finish the sentence, Yahya groaned and devoured your lips. Not giving it a second thought, he slid you on top of his lap as your tongues battled for dominance. Hand still placed around your neck, you ground against his lap, loving the groan he released. 

“I can see why that was useful information now,” you purred.

It was evident, even inside his jeans, you could feel that he was massively large. You pulled back, slipping your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your breast as he cupped them, kissing and suckling your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want, mama?”

“Yes, I want you, Yah'. Fuck the pain away, please.”

Kissing your lips again, he held you close as he raised from the sofa. Arms wrapped around his neck. You tasted each other's lips as Yahya carried you to the bedroom. The following morning wasn’t even awkward. That’s probably because you woke up with Yahya’s head between your thighs. A serious discussion occurred over breakfast. Though you both decided it probably shouldn’t happen again, time would reveal that it was too late to turn back.

I know I left it on yet another cliffhanger, but that's my specialty😆. I got my lovelies, though. The fic is complete, so slide on over to part two. Before you go, leave a comment and tap the love button. Reblogs are greatly appreciated🫶🏾!

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[randoimago]

That Yusuke going to build-a-bear post suddenly popped into my head and that snowballed into taking Karlach there. Could I ask for a modern au date with Karlach to build-a-bear? I think she'd love it! And Clive (her camp teddy bear) would love a new friend!

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Karlach

Note(s): It's always fun to imagine different characters going to various places. Karlach in Build-A-Bear would be a level of chaos that I'd enjoy very much.

Karlach

She side eyes S/O at first. She knows Clive is a bit raggedy but she hopes this date isn't an attempt to make her replace him. He's her ride or die.

And then it's clarified that you took her here so she can make more stuffed friends for herself or even get Clive some clothes and Karlach feels more excitement at the idea. As long as you're paying then she'll gladly have some fun.

Probably not too finicky with choosing the clothes. I mean, it's a stuffed animal. A hat or bowtie would be cute. If there are any leather armor type clothes then she'll gladly get those. She's a fan of blacksmiths (and loves Ren faire).

She does make sure you make a bear too. Will not leave unless you pick out a good partner for Clive. She is very (playfully) judgy about if you try to set up her bestest boy with some poodle or something.

Karlach would want to make stuffed animals themed after the rest of your friends. Will absolutely want to make a bear for Scratch and the Owlbear too.

Almost gets you kicked out of the store cause she wants to record the bear saying "Fuck yeah" or "Kick some ass" and there's children around so the staff gets a bit annoyed. She doesn't have any regrets though.

[spamtoon]

DCRC Book Club TWO !

for last week. oops. i'm so sorry puffy school and driving have been kicking my metaphorical ahh BUT. i need to read more of the funny uno comic. you have uno it came free with your ducklair tower (has said this joke like five times)

PLEASE know this is just going to be like. liveposting. rather than an analysis im typing this all while i'm reading the comic

pkna spoilers. again long post do not feel like you have to read unless you want to

please know that every time i look at an evronian now i think HOLY SHIT ! its Agron from Evron! me and my friends had a very enjoyable reading of issue 1 but this bad boy is allll me baby

i was going to say wow this penguin guy looks sick i wonder if he's an actual charcter and then i realized the big metal thing is NOT armor that is their WEAPON and i am more dsappointed but yknow what sure. we need more penguin representation in duck.verse aside from those fuck ass penguins (referring to tus.kernini's penguins)

i would also like to note that the italian sound effects are very funny. i am told there is a SPAM later in the comic and i would like to see that come to fruition

ooh? you're already at the making breakfasts stage donald? how fascinating... sorry no matter if i get an attachment to uno i will acknowledge he is forever donald's alright. the fucking way uno looks back i'm so... he's so goobity. he's such a thing. such a goober in fact

well you see uno. this vandal is a club penguin fan and is looking to recreate the box dimensio--nevermind he's not taking any of the boxes joke cancelled HAH NEVERMIND HE IS TAKING THE BOXES see i told you

your AUNT is a mutant. obsessed with the idea of donald duck using your aunt instead of your mom because of his family being full of a whole bunch of uncles and aunts its beautiful i think

angus fangus can you please get your bitch ass out of here and into the other hemisphere for me? thanks. you made donald sad. you made him so fucking sad im so (feat lyla lay swagger)

cog i ough. from what i understand from other comics the publication that tries to frame them is almost never Actually On Their Premises. this could lead to some interesting setups...

donald yyou little fucking shit. i see where the 87 triplets get it from. i mean i approve but you little fucking shit. i love that uno just goes along with it like yeah this guy's a dick let's mess him up

im appreciating how they write lyla okay. she's so Manipulative but not in a bad way you know. yes she just said she was the duck avenger but she's doing it in order to gague donald's reactions, or as donald thinks possibly tip him off? she clearly knows a lot more than anyone gives her credit for and yet here we are.

oh she fucking knows knows actually alright. alright i see where they're going with this (i dont) (i am reading with Intrigue...) wait wait my epic brain thoughts alright.t they're doing the thing where they set something up and then they have a reveal so lyla lay. just might be a mutant like time fucky wucker was talking about eh? eh?

the fucking fight scenes int his comic... the way they show the differences between weapons and just like. play with the panels. it might be standard for th medium and i just havent read hat many comics but i love shit like this

please know that if uno didn't exit camera 9 would be my favorite character. spamcore. to me. and the fucking way they portray time travel here ough. cool as fucking hell. the slow stepping forward and the Wind Effect oho. ohoho.

uno's fucking face sory i just. i too wonder how the fuck they're gonna outliquida.tor themselves out of this one becuase this. guy does in fact seem overpowered but donald probably has to deal with many more overpowered people

2 issues in and we've already introduced time police dear lord i wonder how it's going to snowball from here.

the duck avenger version of the everyone's an idiot d.arkwing falacy. everyone's a fucking snoop and its beautiful. donald is so serious here and yet everybody else is like five steps ahead of him

uno smiling is so fucking precious i don't care what anyone says its so fucking precious okay. please know i'm starting to feel important is making me emo but im writing the rest of this post immedaitely after rewatching a goo.fy movie with people so... and after three episodes that make em fucking nsnngamgsnmgngnsmgab you know

the fucking way i actually went :O over this i'm so predictable omg. that's so cool. robots... are so cool holy shit. so there's just robots everywhere alright thats Fucking Sick Actually. i retract the thing i said in vc today acab does not apply to her i think she's... a silly girl...

hey uno. you see with uno. i dont even know much about him yet. i don't want to say it for certain right now but it feels like. not quite a bright spark in terms of Level yet but like. like bright spark in that i feel like him rejecting me would make me feel good you know. yes please list all the ways that though i am mechanical i am a disgrace to all robotkind, with my primitive technology and even more primitive habits. this could change. i am on the second issue of this long running comic. but at this point that probably isn't the case. uno makes me feel like a rat in that he's beautiful and i will prioritize saving him over the various citizens in the city. not that he needs it

gay ahh wink from this mega.mind lookin ahh... dude i literally went to movie night and then when i came bakc there were like. two three pages left. but y'know what i ough. as i've said before i am invested in this thing and i have homework to do but i also kinda wanna do week three right now y'know. oughghghg i just. i'm so glad that they like gave l.yla lay an acutla purpose like i knew she had to be the only pk.na character in mudae for a reason but from her introduction i was SO worried they were just gonna have her be. The Girl Friend Character but she is shaping up to be so so so much more than that.

thank you dipshit duck for getting me to like. suck it up and be comfortable with reading comics because theres so much duckverse has in store for me and i cant wait to experience it all

[fraudulent-cheese]

MY THOUGHTS ABOUT EPISODES 5 AND 6 OF SEASON 2 OF TD2023!!!

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

I'll get the ships out of the way - WE DIDNT GET RAJBOW DIVORCE!!!! REJOICE!!! Their conflict wasn't solved well, but at least it's solved man! Rajbow is still alive!

Ripaxel is actually really growing on me? The shipping hasn't overridden their personalities which was a MAJOR concern for me. Glad to see Axel still kicking ass and Ripper being actually funny! ALSO THEY BROKE THE COUPLE'S CURSE! Neither of them have even been at risk of being eliminated which is kind of insane because usually the couples in TD have one partner (or both in gidgette's case) be eliminated right after they're established but THEY DIDNT! YIPPEE!

Priyaleb on the other hand... Yeah i don't care for them, sorry! they are the obligatory straights of the season for me, i REALLY don't care now that Caleb might be returning those feelings (i can STILL hold on to my grey-romantic Caleb headcanons >:D ) and i prefered when they weren't returned! Zee's involvement was funny tho, and Priya's pretty enjoyable in episode 5! They're cute but i DONT CARE.

MKULIA IS STILL IN THE GAME! Love how the only thing that bothered Chris was that MK stole his hair dryer XD that is very in character!!! They were fun in episode 5 and hey! They're still doing the alliance bit since they got a duo confessional in episode 6 so im excited to see where they go next!!!

Damien was fun in episode 6. just got nothing to add i don't really care for this man

i LOVE ZEE AAAAAA HE IS SUCH A SILLY LITTLE NOODLE OF A MAN lowkey might be one of my favs now (in canon) they figured out how to make imaginative jokes that have to do with the soda bit! He is such a vibe man

MK's been great too, i like how the cheating had consequences without those consequences being getting kicked off the game!

i'll mention the challenges before going over the eliminations, the iceberg challenge was pretty nice imo, i think Ripper getting involved with the MKulia cheating is fun and him ripping his shirt off is funny tbh. The snowball fight was really fun too!

The obstacle course is fine, the wall with the boots reminded me of Wipeout (which, fun fact, is called Total Wipeout in french) so that was pretty neat

The kayak challenge had a neat twist, loved Axel just punching Ripper off the boat and the confessional right after was pretty funny. Axel and her stupid ass boyfriend, it's great

OK ELIMINATION TIME!!! CANT SAY I DIDNT CALL THEM BUT I TOTALLY DID!!!!

I did say Nichelle might get eliminated since the writters have done nothing with her, but i... don't like what they did at all. The movie deals should've been real and Julia just snuck them on her bed since they were sent to production and they didn't give them to her yet. it just. sucks that all but one elimination while the teams were active were girls, especially Emma's and Nichelle's. Scary Girl is 100% coming back later tho so we'll see!

ALSO. DID I PREDICT EXACTLY HOW BOWIE'D GET ELIMINATED OR DIDNT I? Ok it wasn't exact but i was right on the money in saying Julia would get him eliminated by telling the others about him supporting the cheating. especially since she did it to save MK, im considering that an MKulia win. For once im actually satisfied with an elimination this season! dang!

My predictions are kinda the same - Scary Girl coming back, MKulia being real, Priya being eliminated soon - but i'll add my specific thoughts on who i think will be next in terms of eliminations next monday i think.

DAMN, this post is LONG wow

[en-chi-la-da]

I'm glad I'm not the only one simping for the Overlord of Ice. Since you did it with Kaz, what are your thoughts on Gundham? Like fav ships, moments etc

my thoughts on gundham? looks at you. looks at my icon. well anon,, :)c read more cause it got kinda long

the MOMENT we are introduced to him in the game, my VERY first thoughts were "omg LOOK AT THIS OREO COOKIE HAIR HAVIN' GOTH ASS CRINGE E-BOY REJECT LOOKIN' ASS GUY LMAO yo wait..... this fools name is gundham?? sick. and this guy has HAMPTERS?? also sick." and then my likeness for him kinda snowballed from there lol i like hearing him talk uwu (there were a few moments during the trials where he says something fuckign silly out of nowhere and i thought to myself "GUNDHAM BABE I LOVE YOU BUT I NEED YOU TO SHUT THE FUCKUP IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HAPPENED HERE" 😭)

as we progressed through the chapters, it was a lot of me seeing gundham still alive after a kill and going "OH THANK GOD" BUT as we got to chapter four i was getting real nervous for him :( i was thinking "there's no way gundham is gonna survive to the end... he's too cool and funny/likeable as a character plus he hasn't really had an Arc™ happen to his character yet tbh :( oh no :(((" and then sure enough... OH THE MISERYYY 😩

i hate gundham's execution 💔 i love gundham's execution 🖤 i almost cried by the end of it, it's in my top five dr executions list tbh

LMAO as for ships. well anon,, looks in my gundham tag. if you can't tell what my FAVE ships with gundham are by now then i must not be doing a good enough job posting about it 😔 LOL but yeah, obviously i love hajime/gundham and sonia/gundham the MOSTEST along with some variation of gundham/hajime/chiaki/sonia ship square whoa! i also enjoy him with nekomaru and gonta! and not necessarily as SHIPS but i love seeing him with ibuki, peko, chihiro, shuichi+gonta(and kokichi), celeste, sakura, hifumi+kiibo (his dangan S/UTDP events with them are such fuel lmao)

in the end i LOVE!!! this guy!!! love his design, love his voice, he makes me laugh, he's GOTH, he loves animals and his friends even if he denies feeling anything for puny mortals (or even sacrificing his own life to help get them out of a killing game) bc of how EVIL he is as a dark overlord! >:) my favorite moments with gundham are ALL OF THEM (although his final fte/island mode ending are my top fave moments with him hmmmm i wonder why 🤨) and sometimes idk what the FUCK he's talking about but i dont care, this man has ENAMOURED me :) with his SILLYNESS :///) the blorbo of all time!!! sigh <3

but anyways anon, hope this was enough of an explanation for you ✌🏼

[percervall]

Hi Mar!! ✨ been thinking a lot about the process of creation recently and I would love for you tell us about a piece of writing of your own that’s near and dear to your heart! What inspired you writing this piece, what were some outtakes that didn’t make the final cut and what you hoped the readers felt or took away from the story? What did you imagine happened after your story ended? Also feel free to discuss fun trivia that led to its creation! Love you and your work 💕

I have three fics that immediately came to mind when I saw this question so I'll try to answer it for all three. Buckle in, this is about to be a long-ass answer

What inspired you writing this piece? Okay so, like I said, 3 fics immediately came to mind: la gente que es mi hogar, the past has tasted bitter for years now and there's a sorrow (in the corners of your mind). The first one was inspired by a song, Hogar by IZAL which was just filled with this nostalgia and a wistfulness that hit me right in the feels without really understanding the lyrics and when I looked at the translation it hit me how much it reminded me of the beginning of Gerlonso -that partnership between Xabi and Stevie. I mean, the first verse literally translates to: "Today I stay With my feet glued to this ground That is mine and at the same time the rest Of the people who are my home" Yeah. I'm not okay. The Iker fic (the past has tasted bitter for years now) was inspired by my curiosity when I wanted to know for some weird reason if real madrid had club songs similar to Liverpool for the players. I'd also read two different fics in the same time period that dealt with Iker's retirement and then I came across a club song that translated to my heart is a madridista and it just spiralled from there really, because Iker came through the academy, he was the personification of Real and when you read how the club treated him towards the end of his career there, I truly ached for him (and then the poetry in him having to quit football after suffering a heart attack. Don't get me wrong, I don't wish that fate to my worst enemy, but knowing he loved his childhood club so much only for them to turn around and spit him out, for him to move to a different country and for his body to give out on him? You know that phrase the body keeps the score? well, that's how that news felt; almost as if his body finally caught up with what had happened and it just... it just shut down) And then I fell down a rabbit hole of research and ended up reading article after article about Iker's departure from Real and the fic is technically me just giving you an interpretation of those articles. I kid you not, this fic has a bibliography of like 9 different pieces of evidence. And finally, the Darwin fic was actually inspired by something you posted and I couldn't stop imagining how he'd look. And then it just snowballed into this fic about a man who's just barely older than a boy, suffering from his need to be good enough for the people he loves and admires, who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and the season that's anything but the dream start to his Liverpool career and oh god it made me ache. There was something almost so.. i don't know.. In a way Darwin's start at Liverpool feels Grecian to me, in a way, like in a Greek tragedy kind of way. He reminds me of Atlas and there was something so heartbreakingly beautiful about that analogy, especially combined with his partner reversing the roles and wanting to take care of him for a change that I just had to write it. Ended up writing it in a day. Also ended up giving myself all the feels when I was done.

Outtakes For the last two, there are none. I usually don't save the scenes that don't make the final fic, but I did save one bit from the Gerlonso fic that I ended up scrapping: The call had come sort of out of the blue. His former manager hadn’t been surprised and when he had told Xabi at the end of the season that clubs would be calling, Xabi had categorised that as improbable. Sociedad was a small club, and had never been one of the greats who competed for the title season after season. Yet they had found themselves second at the end of last season, something that hadn’t happened since the late eighties. Finishing that high in the league had also meant the club would play in the Champions League, which Xabi had to admit, had been a short lived experience, but it had left him wanting more. It made no sense to him why other clubs would pay attention now. Raynald told him after Spain was knocked out of the EUROs that despite them not even progressing beyond the group stage, he had told him people had been impressed by him. I think a version of this did end up in the final fic though, but timeline wise this version didn't fit in with the fic.

Takeaways Oof. I think the biggest takeaway for all three is that there's always more to a story than what meets the surface, that people are infinitely more complex than we perhaps give them credit for, that it's so easy to judge someone solely on what you see. That, maybe, despite the fact that we think of these footballers as being lucky and privileged, that they are human first and foremost. We are so used to just watching them perform, praising them when they score and criticising when they don't that we maybe sometimes forget that they are people with real feelings and real emotions.

After the story ends For the Gerlonso fic, I created a whole playlist of songs that reflect their journey. If anyone is interested, let me know and I'll make a separate post for it. But basically, it's a story of drifting apart, of wanting different things in life. Don't get me wrong, Stevie and Xabi both want to chase that taste of success, of lifting that CL trophy, but the difference between the two is where Xabi is able to uproot his life in the chase for success (first back to Spain and then to Germany), Stevie has the weight of a city on his shoulders -an albatross around his neck if you will. Liverpool is Steven Gerrard and Steven Gerrard is Liverpool. And I think that during their careers/relationship, this lead to a quiet resentment that ultimately turned into acceptance on Stevie's side. His career would always be tainted by the almosts where Xabi's is littered with trophies. For Iker it's a story of healing and acceptance, of reconnecting with old friend and repairing what was broken. It's repaying Sergio for all the support and being there for his best friend as he faces the same fate Iker faced: being forced out of a club you thought would keep you until retirement. But also about re-discovering who you are without football. For Darwin, it's a story of growth, of vulnerability. It's about becoming comfortable being in your own skin and accepting that there are things outside of your control. It's about being open and honest about your feelings and emotions and that transition from surviving to thriving.

Thank you so much for this wonderful ask ivy! 🥰

[this-is-fox-speaking]

why are they bad?

(a post about trumps possible second term plans, from an lgbtq= afab 18 year old living in america, who is terrified for her life in the next year)

ending gay marriage = splits families apart. forces many couples to lose eachother after already facing so many hardships for just how they were born into this world. could force so many parents to become single parents. could possibly quickly lead into children of these queer or same sex parents being taken away and being forced into foster care, which could be heavily traumatic and cause a mental downpour for them. we would probably be having to resort back to methods from like the 1920’s or something just to feel joy with those we love! nobody should suffer that!

remove sexual orientation and gender identity from non-discrimination policies = directly turns neutral laws to shoot directly at queer and lgbtq people. this is just turning already existing policies written for all citizens to go specifically to harming lgbtq citizens. no human should be targeted just for choosing to live somewhere! we deserve to feel safe in the society we choose to settle down in!

ban + remove trans troops from military = you can easily joke this off as “oh hah well we don’t wanna go into the military anyway!” but this is something that could go from small into a large snowball. it’s a small act of discrimination, in some peoples eyes, but can ultimately ruin people in the long run. and although i personally don’t really like how my country handles military budgeting, some people really do want to strive to become a soldier and protect those in their state! we all deserve to fulfill our dreams!

ban trans healthcare for kids = will 100% cause trans kid suicide rates to go up. this ban will force trans kids to live in a body they hate to look at or even feel. some people have dysphoria so bad- ESPECIALLY during puberty- that they can’t even look at their bodies. could you imagine being forced to live like that? it never ends well.

outlaw pornography = porn is a natural thing that humans want, because it’s an easy way to fill that sexual desire we have. it is not wrong or dirty. outlawing it will also lead to people losing their jobs. imagine what’s going to happen to all the pornstars! they’re gonna get fucked, and not in the fun way!

imprison people who create pornography = just having a job that hurts nobody around you will imprison you, just because some people can’t learn to just not look at it, and decide it’s a widespread evil that needs to be demolished.

register educators and librarians who offer pornography as sex offenders = porn is something that can actually be suggested to you to learn what you like, how to satisfy your partner, what your partner likes, etc! this law would be ass backwards, anyways, as i imagine these educators are not offering it to get off to your uncomfortability hearing about it. you can just say no and they go well okay that’s alright. it’s apart of their job to help and educate you! don’t go and offer pornographic content to a little kid, yeah, but grown adults who pay for the service to actively learn these things, like sex therapists? yeah, that’s fine! it’s not wrong, it’s just apart of learning! i cant word this well but yknow?

apart of this would also be banning “transgender ideology”, as project 2025 considers it pornography. just think about that for a moment and process how dumb it is. wanting to feel safe and comfortable in your own body, and taking the measures to not want to feel like wanting to kill yourself every morning when you open your eyes, with the consent of your parents or you yourself as an adult, with several other adults who are doctors and therapists and the like- all of this, the simple idea, being counted as pornography. is this gets passed off, trans kids are doomed.

national abortion ban = if this law is passed, women are DOOMED. children going through early puberty and getting early periods, blooming early, etc can get raped and be forced to go through with the traumatic experience of giving birth to another child. process that. read it again. a child giving birth to another child. this is the life that project 2025 writers want to excuse and live by, and it’s fucking disgusting. all for some clumps of cells that aren’t even alive nor conscious??

limit access to contraception, such as the plan B pill, in an effort to end recreational sex = no more sex for fun! sorry! abide by our christian laws being forced upon you or get jailed for wanting to enjoy your life however you want. isn’t this sort of thing illegal? shouldn’t it be?? forcing your religion into laws that effect an entire country population should be illegal if it isn’t already. your job is to protect the people, not protect your beliefs and forcing random citizens to abide to it. if you have sex in any way, with this law passed, you’ll constantly be at risk of being forced to have a child and bring it into this world. teenagers will be forced to bring children into this world.

public health clinics must emphasize the importance of heterosexual marriage = marriage is not the business of a health clinic. what does personal information about your sexuality have to do with health? it’s just another law to enforce your beliefs onto random people who just didn’t ask.

repeal any programs that support single mothers or lgbtq parents + as per the bible, the only legally recognized families are those with a husband, wife, and biological children = single mothers and same sex or nonbinary, etc, parents will have no support because they don’t match a random group of peoples view of a “””proper””” family structure. even straight single mothers won’t be helped, because they don’t have a husband. they don’t deserve help just because they’re on their own? what does this mean for single fathers? will they still get help because they’re males and not, i presume, silly, foolish women?

increased prescription drug prices = work harder if you want to get any help for your pain! body pains, mental pains, unwanted thoughts, impulsive thoughts, disorders, hallucinations- you’ll just have to find a way to work harder if you want the right to help yourself and live an easy life! what a load of bullshit. i’m not hiding my rage anymore, this is just fucking evil.

social media control = locking down social media for young kids makes it so they lose that safe space they have away from their possibly abusive parents, families, grandparents, etc. away from their possibly shitty life. and it locks away the ability for them to connect with a community of those similar to them! it locks them away from creating any friends, or getting help, or finding a way out! this also locks away information easily accessible to them, such as explanations for why they’re a certain way, or why their familys treatment towards them or others like their siblings is horrible. and at the end of the day, if it were truly about making children’s lives better, they wouldn’t be doing this when a genocide is happening across the world.

eliminate the department of education = this should terrify you. this should make you afraid for what they’re going to teach your kids or your younger siblings in school- from kindergarten, elementary, middle, and so on! kids are easily impressionable. especially at a young age. eliminating the department of education means there will be an easier influence over what is “correctly” taught and what is deemed “wrong” for children to learn. this could even cover up past events, like world wars or slavery, if you really wanted to get crazy with it.

create a “parents bill or rights” = an idea that is equally scary. parents limiting what their children get to learn about is horrifying. science could get completely thrown out the window, in some parts. children wouldn’t learn about some parts or large chunks of history. this bill would disrupt children’s learning and make everything confusing in the long run. other effects of this bill are also listed in the original post.

end funding for any school offering diversity or lgbtq youth programs = imagine just wanting your students to feel safe in your school and have a place where they can truly connects with others- and your school gets shut down for it from lack of funding. it’s gross.

ban education or race, gender, and slavery = oh, look at that, my suspicions were right. they really are trying to put the whites on top. how lovely (/s). watch out kids! if you’re not straight, cis, white, or a man, america will fuck you over! the history of black people will also be erased, and a large chunk of children won’t know it ever happened! that’s bad! we need to know our past to fix out future!

end free school lunches = starves poor or homeless kids who don’t have the money to eat at school. some kids look forward to school lunch because it’s the only time of day they get a good meal, and taking that away is practically telling them to starve for something out of their control.

infuse public education with christianity = your religion! is your religion! let others! do their own! thing! that’s not very love thy neighbor of you!

consolidate the power of the president by firing thousands of apolitical federal employees (scientists, engineers), and reclassifying them with political appointees. = having an echo chamber of your own opinions while being this high in power is just a show of your own ego, and that you refuse to listen to anyone but those who trust you. it’s a horrible way to think, and knowing a man like this is someone people look up to scares me deeply.

end separation between the department of justice and the white house = your trial will be at the hands of the president instead of a separate, lone jury. this is not good. i cant put it into words, myself, but the original posts does it well.

use national military to break up protests = imagine using soldiers who’ve ended entire wars to break up a fight between two group of people on the street. this feels more like a fear-fest than to actually protect the people. if military is involved, it’ll scare more people into possibly not protesting. protesting is a given right, and is a valid way to voice your concerns to those in charge!

i don’t have the energy to go entirely over the climate change section. so heres a one take on it.

climate advisors replaced with fossil fuel lobbyists + cut environmental protection agency + discard peer reviewed research and privatize polluter profits + end of regulations on the fossil fuel industry, restrictions on drilling, renewable energy programs, and regulations on greenhouse gas emissions = this all means that instead of keeping people wanting to save the earth, they’ll be replaced with people who’d rather destroy their only planet for money.

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G. Suguru — Needy

Synopsis: Geto Suguru, your brother’s best friend, finally sees the chance to go from your confidant to something more at an apartment party one night.

cw: MDNI, 18+ content, porn with a plot, f!reader, no curse!AU, use of sex toys, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, use of nickname (princess), dirty talk, a little hair pulling, choking, creampie, Geto has a soft spot for you

wc: 7.4k

note: hello! this is my first fic i’m posting which is a little scary. i did my best to edit it, but i apologize for any spelling mistakes. if you like it, please feel free to stop by and say hello :D

Geto Suguru was a man of principle. He was respectful to a fault, endlessly patient, and always gentle with your delicate situations. Which is why, you assumed, he felt so conflicted as he stood in front of you. Still, you couldn’t help the little pleas that came rolling off your tongue, and you didn’t bother to lift up your slipping dress. To you, none of his friends mattered anymore in this moment. 

But truthfully, this was exactly where he wanted you. Begging, disheveled, wanting more. He wanted the satisfaction of you begging for him, not a favor. Still, he had a role to uphold. After all, he couldn’t let you think your brother’s best friend, that you knew for so long, thought so salaciously about you. No, he couldn’t give in so easily.

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“You don’t get it,” your voice rung though the phone that sat on the table, “it’s hazing.”

“They don’t haze graduate students. You’re the one who wanted her master’s.” Your brother reminded you. Geto looked up at him, and he mouthed a “sorry” with an eye roll. Geto smiled before returning to his numerous reports. 

“I don’t regret it, but god, some of these people have sticks so far up their asses,” you said. Geto could tell that, at least, you were in much higher spirits since last call. Perhaps you were past your breakup.

“I literally just called you to see if you could host the get-together next week instead of us. After all, it was your idea that snowballed into this huge party.”

Geto heard you dramatically sigh over the phone and a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah, no problem. My roommate’s going out of town. But you’re helping me clean.”

“I can offer my services as well,” Geto finally piped up. Your brother shook his head quickly.

“Oh Suguru! I didn’t realize you were there, sorry you had to hear all that,” you said. He loved the way you said his name. 

“Ah, no worries. You needed to get all that off your chest,” he cleaned up the stack of papers in front of  him, “it really sounds like you just need to relax.” He heard you laugh.

“See, you get it Sug. I’m gonna hop off and go talk to my roommate about the party.”

“K, bye,” your brother clicked his phone and shook his head. “Dude, you don’t have to help her clean. I probably won’t, she’s an adult.” He watched as Geto stood up, picking up his papers.

“That’s why she likes me more than you,” he said, walking toward his bedroom.

“No, she likes you more because you enable her dramatics,” your brother shouted from the table. Geto laughed and shook his head. Maybe he did enable, but it wasn’t just for your benefit.

He liked knowing your secrets, that you trusted him. Even if you complained about every little thing. He especially liked it when you ragged on the guys that hit on you in class, that even the best of them couldn’t meet your standards. He liked that you played with his long strands of hair, even if it was to braid it some late night. You were precious to him in a way he never attempted to tell your brother. Never attempted to tell you. 

But the daily sessions dissolved once he left for college. Long nights turned into quick phone calls, which soon turned into eavesdropping on family calls. Geto tried to lose you. He tried to find someone else. But he realized it was fruitless when he heard you first talk about your boyfriend, his anger inconsolable. And he was shamelessly happy when you broke up. And it wasn’t just because you were moving to his city.

He spent the next week fighting hard to keep you off his mind. But he found himself smiling at his phone when your texts popped up. With your address, with the time the party started, even with the silly “dress code” that drove your brother insane. 

But by the time he was ringing the doorbell, it was well past 8pm. He was happy to have made it at all, some last minute deal almost dashing any hopes of seeing you. He clutched the tiny jewelry box in his large hand, a gift he picked up during the week.

He was stunned the second you opened the door, all dolled up in your flouncy dress and perfectly pinned back hair. Your face lit up once you recognized the figure in front of you, practically leaping into his arms. 

“Oh Suguru! I was so worried you wouldn’t make it. My brother told me you had to work late,” you said as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“I wouldn’t miss this. After all, I did say I would help you clean if you hosted, princess,” he smiled down at you, letting his arm linger. God, you always smelled like the most beautiful flowers. You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“I hoped I outgrew that,” you said, slightly pouting your glossed lips. You stepped aside and let him walk into your apartment. He kicked his shoes off.

“Well, princesses are typically spoiled, right?” He held up the gift. Your eyes fell onto the box and you gasped.

“Oh, Sug!”

“Think of it as a house warming treat,” he said. He watched you open the velvety box and admire at the tiny, golden heart. Not exactly subtle but…

“Oh, it’s stunning Sug. I can’t believe you,” you pulled the necklace out and put the box down. You held the necklace up, admiring it. Geto took it upon himself to take it from your manicured hand and unclasp it.

“Let me,” he waited for you to turn around. He put the necklace on, letting his hands linger on your bare skin. Your hand immediately flew up to feel it. “Beautiful, of course,” he said, rubbing your shoulder. The rings he wore were cold on your skin.

A blush crept up your face to flush in your cheeks. You had hoped that the years apart from him would have washed away the little crush you had on him. Especially with all the stories of him scoring every girl in college. You had hoped that your own college experience would have scrubbed away the remnants. The aimless hook ups and eventful relationship would crush any fantasy that dared to live. You had hoped…

But here you were. Feeling giddy at the thought of him seeing the delicate necklace and thinking of you. Truthfully, you were still bummed he wasn’t your first kiss.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey! We’re waiting to start pong!” The body attached to the voice popped into the entryway, eyes snapping from you to Geto. He froze at the sight of the tall, dark-haired man that stood behind you, who also had a possessive hand on your shoulder.

“Oh of course! Here, Abe, this is—” you began.

“Geto,” he finished your sentence. While Abe noticed Geto’s tone, you just rolled you eyes.

“He’s my brother’s oldest friend. He’s like family at this point,” you cringed internally at the description that just rolled out. “And Sug, this is Abe, he’s in a few of my classes,” you cheerfully introduced. Abe nodded, scared to steal a look at you.

“Charmed,” Geto said, “speaking of your brother, let me go find him.”

“He’s on the couch!” He heard you say as he walked into your living room. Damn Abe, he tried to mask the scowl on his face.

“Geto!” Your brother hollered from the couch, holding up a can. He walked over, pulling his hair out of the bun it was in and sitting on the free couch cushion. He did his best to not watch you walk back in with Abe.

Geto tried to relax into the party, knowing that that he would get to be with you soon enough. In the meantime, he had to watch you and Abe, who seemed to have a severe case of wandering hands.

“Hey,” your brother leaned over eventually, “let me know if you get a read on that guy.” He gestured to Abe, who was your current pong partner. And the only pong partner you had all night.

“Huh?” Geto took a swig. 

“I mean, you called her shitty ex from a mile away. Your BS radar must be better than mine,” he said. It was true, Geto never liked your ex and never hid it from your brother. But truthfully, that came from a place of seething jealousy not any kind of vibe.

“You just wanted her to be happy, most people could see he didn’t really get her,” Geto recalled an argument he had overheard on some family vacation you all went on. It was playful at first, you were mad at your boyfriend for finishing your drink. But it soon spiraled into a whole issue about your attitude that left your ex storming into your shared room. The only plus from it was that you sat out on the deck with Geto afterwards, watching the stars and finding constellations to distract you.

“Yeah. But Geto, I think you’re the only one who gets her,” your brother snorted. Geto shrugged, finishing off his drink.

Soon after, Abe had knocked your phone off the edge of the table. Geto watched as you smacked his arm and bent over to grab it. He watched as your beautiful dress kept riding up until he got a full glimpse at the lacy panties you wore, the shape leaving very little to the imagination. It was brief as you popped back up quickly. Geto would’ve let it go if  he and Abe hadn’t made direct eye contact. And his expression told Geto everything.

Geto shot up, announcing, “I’m getting another beer.” Abe tore his eyes away from Geto’s death glare.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” Abe loudly told you, rushing away. Geto watched him walk away as he entered the kitchen. Likewise, you watched Abe practically run away from you before seeing Geto enter the empty kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the rest of your classmates and wandered into the kitchen. You spied Geto at the fridge, sifting through the different chilled drinks you had.

“Boo!” You leaned over him, jumping back as he slowly turned. He smiled down at you, cracking open a beer. “Please, drink as much of that as you want, my brother bought so much and I can’t stand the shit.”

“Not a beer person?” He offered you the can but you gently pushed it back to him.

“Uh huh, I like my drinks sweet.” You grabbed a new cup and filled it with the bright colored mix that sat in the punch bowl next to the fridge.

He took the opportunity to sneak behind you, getting close enough that you were overwhelmed by his cologne. You had to restrain yourself from taking a deep sniff in like some animal. He reached out and took the drink, helping himself to a sip.

“Not bad,” he placed the cup back into your hand, “definitely a you drink, though.” You turned back, narrowing your eyebrows at the statement. Before you could argue with him, he asked, “so, have you been relaxing?” 

Your sour expression relaxed quickly, remembering what he had said before, “I’m certainly trying to.” He watched as you took a sip, putting the cup down behind you.

“Hey, I could always take you on a long drive like old times,” he offered.

“You know what Sug,” you said. He tilted his head, curious, “I think you’re too kind to me.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “but I don’t think so.” You reached out, grabbing his free hand to fiddle with the rings he wore.

“I think you accidentally set my standards too high,” you tried to shield your embarrassment behind your actions.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “At least, that’s what my ex thought. He told me to stop talking to you. Said you’re probably the reason I’m so needy. Complained a lot.” You confessed. Oh. That explained a lot.

“It’s not my fault he was a shitty boyfriend,” he looked toward the pong table through the kitchen doorway, bitter. He heard you giggle.

“No, but I probably should’ve dumped him like you said,” you pulled one of his silver bands off, placing it on your own finger. It was far too big, twirling around your finger.

“Well, not everyone is as smart as me,” he huffed, taking another sip. Surprisingly, you lightly grabbed his chin, making him look at you.

“You don’t get to be all smug about it. After all, you haven’t even had a girlfriend yet,” you taunted. He looked down at you, the teasing look in your eyes nearly driving him mad. He opened his mouth, but your finger came up to press against his lips, silencing him. “If she didn’t last two months, it doesn’t counter, player.”

You quickly dropped your finger, giggling again. He had to pick his next words very carefully. “Maybe you fucked with my standards too.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And how’s that? No one else complains enough?” You twirled his ring on your finger. He reached up, taking a fallen strand of your hair and twisting it around his fingers. You realized just how close he was to you, and you were reminded just how handsome he was.

“Couldn’t find someone with your spark,” he said, lowering his voice. You smiled, bushing slightly. “I wouldn’t give that heart to just anyone, after all.” 

You wanted to say something, so bad. You wanted some witty, flirty retort. But those words got caught in your throat, his finger leaving your hair to trail down your jawline.

“Geto!” Your brother shouted from the living room, “they pulled out the cards!” You rolled your eyes again.

“Don’t let him make a mess with them, please?” You asked. Geto smiled down at a you, leaning back.

“Of course,” he said, You picked up his hand, placing the ring back on.

“Good, because I’m sure he’s plotting his escape now.” You gently kissed the finger you held before releasing his hand. He watched you walk back into the party and prayed, so strongly, that your brother was.

And, by some luck, he was soon stumbling out of your apartment carried by some of their friends. After he made his dramatic exit, your friends began to filter out until it was just you and Geto.

And Abe. 

You smiled politely at your classmate as he held open the trash bag for you. Geto scowled when your back turned, gathering the scattered dishes. He was hoping your kindness was out of courtesy. That it didn’t linger deeper. But you didn’t have to laugh that much at whatever stupid shit he was saying. Was it the drinks? It was probably the drinks. 

He chose to start washing the dishes, hoping the chore would fill his mind instead. As he did, your voice drifted closer until he could tell you were in the kitchen.

“Oh, Suguru!” you came up next to him. “You didn’t have to wash them, I could’ve done that.”

“And risk your pretty nails? I know they’re expensive,” he smiled at you. You admired your powder pink nails. It’s true, you had just got them done, and it was a splurge. 

“I don’t know how you remember these things,” you said. He tilted his head, grin still plastered on his face. A strand of his hair fell from in front of his eyes. Without thinking, you reached up and placed it behind his ear, nails lightly scratching his skin. Such a sweet, innocent gesture. He could tell by the way your hand retracted you were embarrassed.

“Thanks princess, what would I do without you?” He said. You felt your words get caught in your throat again. 

There was a loud noise behind the two of you, and Abe stumbled in. 

“I think I got them all,” he proudly stated, holding up a black bag. Your smile turned from Geto to him. 

“I’m gonna get the rest of the trash, do you mind tossing that? The can should be right outside.” You asked. Abe nodded, a little to eagerly.

Once you stepped out of the kitchen, Geto’s demeanor changed. He stood straighter and casted a glare over his shoulder. He watched Abe struggle to close the bag.

“I can take it from here once you toss that,” he said. Abe looked up, a deer in headlights.

“Oh, I don’t mind staying.”

“Well, I just don’t know if that’s smart. You know how her brother is,” Geto watched Abe’s face fall.

“N-no I don’t, is he protective? He didn’t seem like it.”

“It’s an act, he’s the worst,” Geto casually turned back to the dishes, “I mean, I’m his best friend. But you? Tsk, I’ve seen him threaten dudes for less. Almost overturned a diner ‘cause a guy tried to kiss her in the bathroom.”

“I mean, we’re friends. He’d understand that.” Abe picked up the bag. Geto threw one last cold look over his shoulder before turning off the sink.

“Are you really? I could tell he didn’t like the way you were touching her tonight. Plus,” Geto started to dry a plate, turning around, “you’re lucky he didn’t catch you obviously staring at her ass. Did you knock her phone off on purpose?” He watched the blood drain from Abe’s face and his fist tighten around the bag.

“Hey,” you wandered back in with a handful of plastic plates and napkins, “are you struggling with the bag?”

“Oh, no, no. I was just thinking, I should probably head out after this,” he looked over at Geto, who silently turned back to the sink.

“Totally! I wouldn’t ask you to stay and clean for me,” You smiled at him. He returned a shaky smile and nodded.

“So, I’ll just toss this and see you Monday?”

“Of course!” You beamed at him, “thanks for coming again.”

Abe nodded and rushed out your apartment without another goodbye A small smirk snuck onto Geto’s face. He put the plate down and dried his hands. He caught the pout on your lips.

“Ah, don’t read too much into it,” he reassured you, “I’m sure his mom just told him he’s out past curfew.” You snorted at the idea of that, putting the trash on your counter. 

“Hey, do you mind grabbing my charger from my room? It should be on my bed.” You asked. Geto began to leave the kitchen. “And after, you can also leave if you want. I can take it from here,”

He stopped next to you and said, “I can work a vacuum, hmm? What happened to you relaxing?”

“I like to clean.”

“And I like helping you.”

He left you in the kitchen. You exhaled, trying to swallow the feeling that was threatening to rear its ugly head. You hadn’t been alone with him in years. But were you really bold enough to make any kind of move? And what if he rejected you? You could never live that down.

Meanwhile, Geto strolled into your room. He spied your charger plugged in and leaned over to grab it. When he turned back, his eyes landed on the slightly ajar cabinet door on your bedside table. Curiosity took over as he reached down and opened it. He was met with some silly colored dildo plus a small vibe.

And as if he found his missing puzzle piece, Geto knew exactly what his next move would be.

He walked back into the living room and held out the charger. When your hand went to take it from him, he lifted it higher, out of your reach. You looked up at him, puzzled.

“You know,” his voice was different, deeper, “I couldn’t help but feel real bad for you when you were chatting with your brother.” You smiled at him and shook your head.

“It’s not that bad, I was just so wound up. But I just needed to give everything time,” you reached for the charger again. He did the same thing, dangling it over your head. 

“Still,” his free hand came up to place his pointer finger under your chin. He dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, smearing some lip gloss. The tiny gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I want to help you like I did before, princess.”

“I don’t want to waste your time,” your voice came out in a hushed tone. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip again, dragging it further down again. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s never a waste, princess,” he insisted. “Please let me help you feel better” he said, leaning closer to your face. 

“Sug?” Your eyes shamelessly fell to his lips before returning to his intense gaze. His hand moved from your chin to the hair on the back of your head. You couldn’t tell if he tilted your head back or you did it yourself. 

He watched your eyes flutter shut without another word, your lips slightly parting for him. So inviting.

He gently placed a kiss on your lips. Enough to taste the sweet lip gloss he had already ruined. Not nearly as rough as he wanted. Again, you gasped. This time, it served to open your mouth to meet his. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, dropping your charger. Your own hands came up to tangle with his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as you did. He couldn’t help but groan as the feeling. 

He let you take control, let you attempt to devour him. He was almost surprised at your eagerness. But soon, his brain was clouded with you. Your perfume, your lipgloss, your hands in his hair. He dropped both hands to your waist and picked you up. You squeal and instinctively wrapped your legs around him. 

“Oh, princess,” he muttered, breaking the kiss. You already looked so sinful. Eyes lidded, the light lipstick you wore under the gloss smeared, your hair pulled out of the small barrettes that held it.

“Please, Sug,” there was a whine in your voice. Your ex was right, you were needy. But that drove Geto crazy in a different way.

“What can I do?” He asked simply, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck. Instead of words, a whimper left your lips. He started to make way back to your room, the leftover mess long forgotten.

You closed your eyes again, only opening them when you felt him lower you onto the plush comforter over your bed. He crawled on top of you, reuniting his lips with yours. On your back, you pulled him as close as he would go. He buried his hands into your bed to wrap them around you. His hair fell around you as he moved to kiss your neck again, pulling sweet little noises from you.

He nearly let his plan go in favor of indulging you. But your voice pulled him from the trance of your skin.

“Please, please…” Your fingers raked through his hair desperately. He picked up his head and looked into your pleading eyes. He forced himself to stand up.

“I can’t—I shouldn’t.” He said, hoping his reluctant performance was convincing. You propped yourself up on your elbows. His eyes drifted down your body, admiring the way your dress looks even as you’re on your back. One strap fell off your shoulder, the top of your tit starting to peek out.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You reassured him, reaching up to him. Oh, you’re too sweet. He couldn’t help but grab your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles.

“I shouldn’t sleep with you, princess. What if you hate me after?” he said. Admittedly, it felt silly for him to even pretend. But he was going to drag this out, make you beg. Make you need him. And the little pout that you make told him he’s getting there.

“It’s not like that, Sug,” he could see a blush creeping up your neck. “I— I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“But this line—things will change.” Which was, truthfully, his goal. 

“Well, yeah. But…” you couldn’t argue that.

Geto’s eyes wandered down to your bedside cabinet. “What if I didn’t fuck you?” Your eyebrows narrowed in confusion. “Is there anything I could, well, use?” He tried to look as sheepish and innocent as he could. Your eyes widen as you blushed.

“I do, yeah. Would you really want to?” You asked.

“I want to help you relax, princess. Plus, it could be fun. Something new,” he leaned back down to kiss you. Feeling his lips on yours again, the deal was sealed. Not wanting to break the kiss, you tried to reach the cabinet. 

He took your lead and opened the door. Keeping up the performance of a lifetime, Geto does his best to look shocked.

“Oh, really?” He picked up the purple dildo, ignoring your reddening face.

“I—I—” Your face nearly matched the pretty blush you wore. 

“Shh, don’t worry.” He said, tossing it onto the bed. He knew he would come clean about this charade sooner rather than later which washed away his guilt. “Here, let’s get comfortable,” he offered. Before you could process it, he was moving you around. You let him guide you until you were laying on him, your back against his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, nose nudging his neck. His large hands rubbed your newly exposed thighs. He slowly pulled your dress up.

“What should I do?” Your voice came out as a whisper. He smirked.

“Just relax,” he looked down at you, bringing his lips to yours. You let him envelop you in another kiss that stole your breath. Your hand flew up to grab his arm when his fingers finally began to brush against your clothed core. He was still rubbing languid circles, letting the pads off his fingers linger over your clit. 

He kept up the repetitions until he pulled a real whimper from your lips. His hands left your panties to grab the straps of your dress. He was thankful you wore a stretchy one, the material easy to peel off your body. He paused the undressing to grab your newly exposed breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly enough to pull a mewl from your lips. 

“No bra? Naughty girl,” he muttered. The comment went straight down to further dampen your panties. He pulled at your nipples, rolling them in his fingers. Your back arched without warning, and he couldn’t help but nip at the crook of your neck. This earned another choked moan. “So promiscuous.” 

His hands eventually returned to your dress, slipping the material off your body. Finally, those tantalizing panties were exposed to him. His fingers played with the edges, snapping the elastic back onto your skin. 

“What’s this?” His fingers ran across the pretty lace.

“I— They make me feel pretty,” you already sounded breathless.  

“You certainly looked pretty flashing me earlier,” he said, snapping the band again. He loved the way it made you squirm. 

“When did I…?” You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. How many people saw? Geto tsked.

“And here I thought you gave me that alluring show on purpose,” he caught your earlobe in his teeth and nibbled slightly. You squirmed again.

“I wouldn’t do that. Not without asking,” you protested weakly.

His hands moved below the waistband of your panties, dragging them off. “Well, I wouldn’t mind a show like that in the future,” he removed them completely, “but only for me.” He dragged his fingers up your sensitive inner thighs.

One hand found itself between your legs again, slowly drawing circles over your clit. The other dragged all the way up to your tit. His ministrations were light, earning whiny gasps and causing you to buck your hips into his hand. 

“Su—Suguru please…” You began to beg, closing your eyes and turning into him. He felt your breath on his neck. 

“Let me make sure you’re ready,” he dragged two fingers down to your slit and back up again, gathering your arousal. He brought the two fingers up and you watched, with bated breath, as he licked them. Your face heated up again, watching him clean the pads of his fingers. He dropped his gaze to your face. “Sorry, I just needed a taste,” his lips curled up.

Before you could respond, those same fingers returned to your slit. This time, he slowly pushed them both in. You involuntarily arched your back and whined. He rested his fingers inside of you for a moment, his free hand coming down to hold you. He didn’t expect you to be so responsive, but he certainly wasn’t upset.

“Let me stretch you out a bit, I would hate to hurt you,” he whispered in your ear and began moving his fingers. They were a welcome change from your own. Even a welcome change from your dildo. He watched your every reaction, quickly zeroing in on the spongy spot that made you even more erratic under him.

He drew out the teasing for a few more seconds, enjoying the sound of your begging and whining. “Maybe you are needy,” he teased. He heard you huff.

“Don’t b—be mean right now.”

He chuckled, speeding up his fingers. This earned a high pitched gasp from you. “But I’m making you feel so good, right?” When you didn’t respond, he pulled his fingers out. You whined at the loss. “Ah, ah, patience princess.”

He brought his hand up again and looked down at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his glistening fingers. He brought them to your face this time and watched as you tentatively opened your lips. You welcomed his long fingers in your mouth, more eagerly than even you were expecting. It felt dirty, dirty in a way that you couldn’t help. Dirty in a way that only Geto would get to see. 

He pressed his fingers down onto your tongue and slid them in until his rings hit your lips. He watched as you took them in, hollowing your cheeks. He slowly slid them out before pressing them in again. He was sure you managed to clean them off, but he was mesmerized at the sight. Your looked up at him, your careful eye makeup now smudged. A beautiful mess. He pulled his fingers out before he could loose control.

“I think you’re ready, princess,” he said, “but I’m gonna need your help.” 

“How?” You spread your legs more. He grabbed your arms and guided them to your knees.

“Pull these back for me,” he instructed. Your slowly followed his request, gripping the underside of your knees and pulling them back. If you weren’t already so far gone, the position would make you blush. 

Geto, on the other hand, silently cursed that he hadn’t moved your mirror to the edge of your bed to get full view of you so spread out. Oh well, next time.

He brought the silicon head of the toy to your dripping slit. He dragged it up and down a few times, mimicking his fingers. 

“Sug you’re so mean,” you whined out finally. Her chuckled under his breath and slowly pushed the toy in. 

“I thought I was too kind, princess,” he corrected. You pressed your face into his neck, whimpering. That was enough of a reply.

Geto bottomed out the toy and tapped his fingers on the flared base. You gasped, pulling your knees even tighter to your chest. 

“If it gets to be too much, just ask me to stop, ok?” He said, placing a kiss on your temple. You nodded quickly, eyes clamped shut.

Geto set the pace. Nothing too brutal, but still fast enough to earn your sweet, little moans. He placed his free hand on your lower stomach and pushed down. Partially to keep you in place, partially to hear the loud moans the new pressure caused. He bit his own lip, his dick straining against his dress pants. If you weren’t squirming so much against him, it would be easier to ignore. But the friction mixed with the sounds that began to fill your room made him wonder if he could cum from this. 

“Feel good?” He asked, teasing.

“Sug’ please, just like that,” you began to chant, words and moans slurring together. 

“Of course princess.”

“Mhm, yes Suguru, yes, yes,” your words began to trail again. He began to fuck you rougher, ignoring the burn in his wrist. He felt his hair stick to his forehead while he watched you.

“Good girl,” he muttered, watching your face, “do you think any of those guys could fuck you like this?” You shook your head adamantly, crying out. He brought his lips to your ear, making sure you heard every word that came out of his mouth. “I’ll make sure you’ll never have to think about them again. You’ll never have to think about your stupid fucking ex again or about any other fucking guy, alright?”

“Yes, please Sug, please, please,” you were whiny, starting to babble words out.

“Who’s heart are you wearing around your neck, eh?” He asked. You couldn’t form a coherent response. This only made his actions rougher. “Answer me, princess.”

“Yours! Yours, Suguru!” You shouted. He kissed your ear, happy with your responses. With his lips close, you could hear his heavy breathing. 

You began to buck your hips more, the grip on your knees loosening as your moans began to peak. He relished in the way you cried out his name. He gave up on anchoring your hips to the bed to favor sloppily rubbing your clit.

You felt the orgasm roll over you. Before you could scream, you turned your head in and bit down on the crook of Geto’s neck. You missed the groan he let out as you came, still moaning through your clamped jaw. 

You let go quickly as his ministrations slowed down. You looked in horror at the angry bite mark you left on his neck. It would be hard to cover at work. And even harder to hide from his friends.

“Oh, Sug,” you could barely catch your breath, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked down at you, his lips slightly parted but no noise coming out. Before you could move, he engulfed you in a blistering kiss. Your open mouth allowed him to nearly shove in tongue down your throat. You moaned into his mouth, tilting your head back as far as you could, wrapping an arm around his neck. 

He slowly adjusted the both of you, letting you lay back on your bed. You weren’t aware of his plan until he began fucking you with the dildo again. This time, rough and hard was the goal. He used his whole arm to pull it nearly out and then shove it back in in long, sloppy strokes.

You nearly went limp, now half propped up by your anchored elbow. The angle let him see every little expression you made. The way your eyes couldn’t focus, or how you couldn’t form words with your mouth agape.

“Come on princess, I know you’ve got another in you,” he practically taunted, his pace unrelenting. He watched as your lips attempted to form words, and he was almost nervous you were going to ask him to stop.

“Pl— please, Sug’, please—” you managed finally. A wicked smile spread across his face.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He brought his face down, lips nearly brushing. Your head fell back onto your pillows, feeling a second orgasm mount.

“Please, god, please fuck me,” you finally forced out. And as he brought you to another orgasm, that became your mantra. Begging him to fuck you as his hand was slowly getting covered in your arousal. As your own cum was beginning to leak onto your thighs. As you could barely keep your eyes open. It was everything he dreamt it would be. This time, he buried his head into your pillow to bite your neck. You screamed for him as you came, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

You tried to even your breathing as he slowly stopped the onslaught. He peppered kisses all over the mark he left, pulling the dildo out of you. He placed it on your nightstand and wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry about that,” he said, obviously not sorry. “You did such a good job.” 

“Suguru,” you pleaded. He looked into your eyes. You reached up, carding your fingers through his beautiful hair. 

“What is it?” He smiled down at you. Instead of responding, you reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Hey,” he warned. You leaned up until you lips were centimeters from his.

“I need you to fuck me, Suguru.”

“I meant what I said before,” was all he could muster. He felt your soft hand against his chest, nails scraping up and down his chest. His head was spinning. 

“Oh Suguru, I’ve only wanted you, and I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear,” you admitted. His brain stalled. You hand went down to his belt and you began to slowly unbuckle it.

“If I fuck you, I’ll never let another man touch you again. Do you understand that?” He tried to look sternly at you. But you only giggled.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” You pulled his belt out and dropped it on the ground. The clank pulled him out of his trance. He grabbed your wrist as it unzipped his pants.

“And I’m not gonna go easy,” his grip was tight.  

“I’m not a twig,” you peppered kisses over the skin you could reach on his neck. “I can handle you,” you teased. He freed your wrist and placed a finger under your chin.

“Ass up, princess.”

He got up after you nodded. You watched him take off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. Your eyes immediately went to his dick, almost shocked by his size. Of course he had a big dick, a small dick wouldn’t support his confidence.

Geto cupped your chin, reminding you what he ordered. You did as you were told, turning onto your stomach and arching your back. You pressed your face into your comforter.

The bed dipped around your knees soon after. His hands reached out and squeezed your ass, pulling it apart. His thumb rubbed across your already messy cunt, paying special attention to your puffy clit. 

“Gone shy on me?” He asked, spreading your pussy with his thumbs. You mumbled out a response that got lost in your comforter. Geto grabbed your hair and pulled it, turning your head and pressing it back down onto the bed, “no hiding, princess.” He tapped the head of his dick against your slit, smearing the cum that had dripped out.

He didn’t waste much more time before filling you. Geto was slow, but his cockiness was fading quickly with the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick. The desire to tease you was quickly overtaken by his own lust.

Still, he managed to draw back slowly before filling you up again. But his grip on your hips and the grit in his teeth gave it all away. He let his head tilt back as he continued his slow ministrations. 

“This is pretty tame, Sug,” you choked out. He smirked down at you, filling you up before bending over your. Like before, his chest was pressed against your back. The new position causing his dick to hit you at a new angle.

“Oh really?” His breath fanned your ear. 

“You talked a big game,” you weren’t going to waste the opportunity to tease him, even if you were going to pay.

“Well, if my princess demands more,” he snaked an arm around to your front and up to your neck, “I must deliver.” He straightened, keeping you pressed against him. He squeezed the sides of your throat, stunting your whimper. He started fucking you again, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip to steady you.

“Is this okay?” He asked. You nodded. He tightened his grip around your throat, “didn’t catch that.”

“Y—yes!” You shouted desperately. 

“See, that wasn’t hard, princess,” his voice was breathy and strained. You whimpered in return. “So dirty,” he continued, “did that nickname always turn you on, hmm?” Your jaw fell open but no words came out. His quicker speed made you dizzy and dumb, your body arching to allow him to ram as deeply as he wanted. 

Geto’s grunts rung in your ear, like a melody to goad you on. His strokes were sloppy, and your moans were loud. The both of you became much more desperate. One of your hands flew up to hold onto the hand that wrapped around your neck, the other reached back to grip his hair. He pressed open mouth kisses on your neck, dragging his teeth across your sensitive skin.

Feeling you squeeze around him, Geto knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Before he could lose focus, he let go of your hip and moved his hand to rub your clit again. You gasped at the new stimulation, gripping his hair even tighter. 

“F—fuck, I’m close,” he groaned out.

“C—cum in—inside me,” you said suddenly, causing him to almost lose his pace.

“You really want me to ruin your pretty cunt like that?” Geto let out a breathy laugh when he felt you clench around him.

“Please, please, please,” you begged. The pleas were desperate and whiny.

“Well, since you ask so nicely,” he said. 

He let go of your throat and let you fall forward onto the bed. Both of his hands grabbed your hips once again. He was fast and rough, nailing the deepest parts of you. You bit your comforter as you reached another blinding orgasm.

Geto fell over the edge, spilling himself inside of you. He finished off with a few languid thrusts before pulling out completely. He watched his cum spill out of you, painting your thighs white. He took two fingers and traced the cum back up into you. A weak whimper slipped out of your lips. 

“Let me clean you up princess,” he pulled his fingers out, letting his cum spill back out. Geto spied a towel hanging on the back of your door. Taking it, he gently wiped your thighs and pulled another whimper from you when he cleaned up your leaking slit. He couldn’t help but tease you more, purposefully dragging the towel over your puffy clit.

“Sug, please,” you whined, falling over on your side so you could look up at him, pouting your lips..

“Sorry princess, couldn’t help it,” he wiped himself off, bending over to grab his boxers. You watched him put them on.

“Are you gonna stay?” You couldn’t stop yourself before asking. 

“Do you want me to?” He honestly hadn’t thought about it. You kneeled on your bed and reached out to him. He dropped the clothes he picked up and walked over. Once he was close enough, you cupped his face. He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to kiss the heel of your palm.

“Always,” you said.

“Anything for you, princess,” he reassured. The relief that washed over you was visible. “We should shower though,” he said. You fell backwards onto your pillows.

“Give me a few minutes,” you threw an arm over your face. He shook his head and climbed onto the bed, pulling you into him.

“So needy,” he kissed your cheek before resting next to you. 

[venusiangguk]

may we see the fight tae oc scene pls pls please!!! u can delete later🤔🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳😳 i’m really curious. i mean ofc u don’t have to. still 😧🙃

idealizations concerning real life relations: deleted scene

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / icrlr!couple

>>genre: fwb, angst, rated PG

>>word count: 2.5k

>>warnings: alcohol, implied smut

>>notes: this is a deleted scene from icrlr, that i omitted simply because of the length of the final fic!! feel free to skip or ignore, it doesn't change anything, but since u guys are curious about it, i'll post it as a lil ty for helping me hit that milestone <3 it takes place after the tattoo party scene, and before the lecture scene.

this does NOT provide an alternative ending.

>>summary: taehyung tries to make you see things for what they really are, but it's hard to see through the rose colored glasses.

Winter break has been long awaited and it is finally, finally here. The snow has coated the ground thick, making the town look like a winter wonderland. The air is sharp and cold but not to a miserable extent. Just chilly enough to bundle up, to hold a hand a little tighter and soak up their warmth.

Your favorite season is fall, but the later months are a close second. You love seeing the way everyone’s faces get red when snow flurries come down to kiss their nose and cheeks. Love the way pom poms bounce atop little hats as children play and have snowball fights. Winter is surprisingly one of the warmest, sweetest times of the year. Like the hot coco Jeongguk has been swapping your regular macchiato with lately.

There’s a greatly anticipated party tonight- a mashup of Taehyung’s birthday and New Year’s Eve. Anticipated for the simple fact that said birthday boy has steadily been ignoring you for weeks, and tonight was a night where he couldn’t evade your attempts of reconciliation. He hasn’t returned a single call or even sent a text back. You can’t even be mad at him really, you know it’s justified. You know you fucked up. The coffee date you had with Yoongi last week let you know what you did.

Over an iced coffee, you learned that you had unintentionally skipped out on your best friend's Winter Showcase. The important one that he mentioned multiple times. The one you promised to attend no matter what.

It wasn’t on purpose; you wanted to go, to support him. But you just got caught up. In life, in school, in Jeongguk. It happens.

When Yoongi asked you why you had missed it, when he told you how hurt Taehyung was by your absence, your heart dropped, sank deep within your chest as your mouth fell open before closing, a small pursed frown on your lips. You didn’t have a good excuse. You went to get tattoos with Jeongguk and then to a party where you fucked him, and then home after that? You were too tired to make it? You just simply forgot? Those excuses weren’t good enough for you and you knew they wouldn’t be good enough for Taehyung.

Whereas Yoongi was okay with distance, long periods in between hanging out and talking, Taehyung wasn’t. He was the kind of friend that needed support, reassurance that you cared. He liked quality time and hangs outs that were planned ahead so he could look forward to them. He was looking forward to you being at his showcase.

The party is packed, even more so than usual. Students, drop-outs, alumni, and randoms alike, all congregate to bring in the new year, to celebrate the end of finals, and a certain art majors birthday. Bodies are on bodies, music is loud and deafening. Cups, bottles, and small baggies litter the floor and the smell of weed is nauseating.

Jeongguk’s hand in yours is sweet, though. Enough to ebb the distaste in your mouth as you watch the stereotypical disaster that is a college party.

“I’m going to go find the drinks, okay?” you lie, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand lightly.

He squeezes back, kisses the side of your head as he says, “Bring me one back too?”

You nod, and slip out of his view. Scanning the crowd until you see a familiar face.

Jimin is laughing, red cup in his hand, eyes curled and happy. He’s sitting on the arm of a couch, legs swinging as he laughs with a group of people. He takes a drink from his cup and let’s his eyes roam the room like he’s looking for someone.

The way his face changes when he sees you approaching is like a punch in the gut. It goes from happy, and carefree to stony- only a small, irritated, close-lipped smile on his face. Eyes harsh and cold, no longer holding the mirth they were just seconds ago. He says nothing when you step in front of him, he just looks you over like he’s bored and waiting for you to get on with it so he can be done with it.

You shift on your feet under his scrutiny. “Where’s Tae?” you ask.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head. “Now you want to know where he is? Haven’t been concerned with his whereabouts for months. Definitely weren’t worried about it last week.”

You wince but carry on swiftly. “Listen, I know I fucked up. I’m here to apologize.” You look at him expectantly, but he holds his ground. When he doesn’t falter, you resort to begging, “Please, Jimin. He’s my best friend… I miss him.”

You must look pitiful, because Jimin’s indifferent facade fades, and he clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed at himself for giving into you. “He’s getting us drinks in the kitchen.”

A smile takes over your face as you rush out a ‘thank you’, quickly turning on your heel to head in the opposite direction, before Jimin calls after you.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“If he’s your best friend, maybe treat him like it, yeah?”

You continue to the kitchen without replying, and you can’t help the little simmer of annoyance that bubbles in your chest. Taehyung has been your best friend for years. And even though Jimin had a point, who was he to tell you anything about yours and Taehyung’s friendship?

Before the thought can fester, however, you see the boy you came looking for, two bottles of vodka in his hand like he’s trying to decide which to use. You see the little party hat atop his shaggy hair before anything else and your heart aches a little. You really did miss him. He lets out a small annoyed sound, and knowing him, he’s probably trying to figure out which has the highest alcohol percentage. You come up next to him, and say his name gently. He jumps, but when he realizes it’s you, the ghost of a smile curls on his lips like he’s happy to see you.

Until it’s replaced with resentment just as quickly. His sharp eyes squint at you before turning back to the bottles in his hands, scowl still in place.

“So you decided you could pencil me in between getting your heart toyed with and your back blown out?” He gives you a side glance and sees how your jaw drops in surprise. He carries on, unbothered. “Or did this just work out because it coincides with New Year’s and because he was invited? Only because he’s Jimin’s friend might I add.”

“Tae-” you try, doing your best to keep the hurt whine out of your tone.

“Save it, __. I don’t want to hear the excuses you have. Just-” he looks at you again, and you think that maybe he softens when he sees your crestfallen features. He sighs like he’s tired. “Just leave me alone. Just for a bit, okay? I’ll get over it eventually,” he finishes, finally deciding on the vodka he wants.

You know his request isn't unreasonable. But it’s already been so long that the distance in your friendship has been eating away at it, that you’re scared ‘eventually’ might take too long and by the time he comes around, there won’t be much of a friendship left. That the damage done, will be irreparable.

“Tae… It’s already been months, can’t we-”

Like night and day, the softness that you were able to pull out of him is immediately replaced with that resentment and anger you were met with when you first stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he seethes, strong brows furrowed. “And whose fault is that?”

His words are sharp and the sting from them makes you take a step back. That is, until you feel anger of your own creep up your throat like venom. “You’re one to talk, Taehyung. You could have reached out to me, too. You’re no better than me when you’re in a relationship.”

He groans, gives an exasperated laugh before shrugging. “You know what? Maybe I am just as bad as you, but at least I’m actually in a relationship,” he spits, “You’re just fucking someone that doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

You know he’s hurt because of the distance. That he doesn’t intend to be so mean. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, and it doesn’t stop the angry tears from pooling in your eyes.

And although you’re angry, almost shaking with rage at the feeling of being cornered and blamed, your heart aches at hearing his words.

Jimin, who started seeing Taehyung after you started seeing Jeongguk, had already made your friend official. Had given him the title, the commitment, the relationship that you had been patiently and understandingly waiting for with Jeongguk. The bitterness that bleeds into your heart makes you feel gross and ugly.

You know what they say; that labels are superficial and don’t mean that much. But when you don’t have them? It makes you wonder. If a label really isn’t that important, like everyone says, why is Jeongguk so reluctant to give one to you?

“Jimin’s your boyfriend?” you whisper.

Taehyung gives you a short nod. “Month and half ago. You would’ve known if you got your head out of Jeongguk’s ass.”

Almost like he was summoned, the topic of debate waltz into the room, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck.

It’s instinctual now, the way your body responds to him. The way you melt into his chest like second-nature, how your hands settle over his like they are keeping them in place. How immediately in his presence you feel calmer; the panicky, hurt feeling you were experiencing moments ago vanishing as if it were just a fleeting thought and not something that’s always in the back of your head.

Not in a possessive, ‘I need him to be mine’ kind of way, though.

More like, ‘Why won’t he be mine?’

“Hi,” he murmurs into your neck.

“Hi, baby,” you respond softly, out of habit. The room shirks around you whenever he’s near. Makes you feel like you’re in your own bubble with him.

Jeongguk’s about to reply, ask where the drinks are, but then he hears an annoyed scoff sound in front of you both. Jeongguk bristles as he looks up and sees Taehyung taking a big swig from his cup.

“Uh- am I interrupting? Should I go?” he asks hesitantly, looking between you and your friend.

“No-” you say at the same time that Taehyung says, “Yes.”

You cringe, and turn in Jeongguk’s arms, hands resting on his chest. “Just give me a couple more minutes okay? I’ll bring the drinks.”

Jeongguk searches your eyes, before looking at Taehyung one last time before giving you a stern nod and a quick kiss.

You turn back to Taehyung, ready to apologize for Jeongguk’s interruption, when he talks over you.

“You’re pathetic,” he starts, and you roll your eyes with an irritated sigh before he continues, “but I know you love him. And that you can’t help it,” he shrugs. “But as your friend, I have to tell you that it’s not going to end well. You probably don’t even need me to tell you that. You probably already know and are choosing to ignore it for the sake of the delusions you’ve made up in your ‘pretty little head’.”

You pout at him quoting you, and your brows furrow. “He cares about me. And he’s Jimin’s best friend. He’s a good person, you don’t even know him,” you argue defensively. Though you know your arguments make little sense and are flimsy at best.

Taehyung frowns. Pauses like he’s thinking.

“I didn’t say he was a bad person, and maybe he does care about you in his own messed up way. But he doesn’t care about you in the way that you want him to.” His lips are still down turned when he speaks again.

“And the difference between him with you and him with Jimin is astronomical; it shouldn’t even be a comparison, but I will humor you,” he rubs a hand up and down his face like he’s tired. “The dynamic is completely different, for obvious reasons. For one, Jimin is a safe relationship. You are not. Jimin isn’t in love with him, Jimin isn’t sucking his dick, and Jimin doesn’t want things from Jeongguk that Jeongguk cannot give, or does not want to give,” he says with a raised brow as he takes a sip of his drink.

It seems that the anger has died down some between you both, a semi-civil conversation finally being had. You wrinkle your brows in confusion at him. “What are you talking about?”

He rolls his eyes. “Cmon __. Why do you think he hasn’t made you his girlfriend? Why do you think he literally has not been in a serious relationship since high school? Why do you think he never agrees to anything more than 2 months out?” He waits for you to answer but you just purse your lips stubbornly. “He’s scared. Dare I say terrified of commitment, and that’s exactly what you want from him right?”

You stay headstrong and quiet for a moment longer, ignoring his question in favor of asking one of your own when you finally do speak up. “If I’m so scary, why hasn’t he left?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Fuck if I know? Maybe he does care about you like you say he does. I don’t think so, but hey,” He raises his hands in mock surrender, like he is throwing in the figurative towel. “Maybe you’re right and maybe I‘m wrong. Or maybe there’s some fucked up codependency fermenting between you both when you copulate. I genuinely have no clue, and frankly, I don’t care to find out. Don’t text me until you come to your senses. And don’t get mad when I tell you ‘I told you so’.”

And with that, he turns and leaves you to make your own drinks. You hope the smile you give Jeongguk when you find him is believable.

That night when you go back to his place, you voice your concerns to him in between sweet, heated kisses that taste like hot cider. You tell him hesitantly how Taehyung voiced his concerns about Jeongguk not caring about you and Jeongguk got a little irritated, a little miffed as he unlatched his lips from your neck. He asked what Taehyung knew, how he even came to that conclusion when he’s not around you both.

He assured you with gentle touches and tender words that of course he cares about you. He reminded you that he always makes time for you, he always answers your calls and your texts, he takes you out every now and then, too. He asks you what you think and when you contemplate your answer, going over what he said, you can’t really argue with him. Even if an uneasy, dismal feeling settles in the pit of your tummy.

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hellooo!! again, this is just a scene and part of the plot that i chose not to use because i felt like the fic was already so long. i wish that i had ended up including it tho, so i hope you enjoyed even though its nothing special <3 feel free to do the things if you liked it: like, comment, reblog, send an ask~~ love u, ty again for helping me reach that milestone <3

[waka-chan-out]

your fics are so good!!

idk if you take requests but if you do, could you do a third gym fic (tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi) with a switch reader?

Third Gym Reunion

akaashi, kuroo, tsukishima, & bokuto x switch!reader

Plot: Your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji, gets invited to meet up with his old practice buddies. His friends already know you have an open relationship and are fully ready to take advantage of it.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 8.5k (jesus christ !!)

content warning: (deep breath) established relationship, open relationship, five-some (if that’s even a word), sub!bokuto, reader calls bokuto puppy, bokuto with mommy kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, degradation, snowballing, spanking, hair pulling, spit-roasting, finger sucking, calling tsukki his given name, spitting, in my canon akaashi and bokuto have hooked up before so you’ll see the repercussions of that in this story, don’t mind me putting in an anal warning for them here, slight exibitionism but not really, slight overstim but not really, essentially it’s filth.

“For the last time, no,” Keiji said.

“Why not? I want to meet the boys,” you whined, grasping at his forearm. He kept staring straight at the road, seemingly immune to your pleading.

“Because I know my friends. It will not end well.”

“How come? Don’t you trust them?”

Keiji laughed. “Absolutely not. Bokuto I can talk into behaving. Tsukishima and -- oh god -- Kuroo? Absolutely not.”

“What could they possibly do?”

“They know we’re more . . . open, love. They’ll try to take advantage of that.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Babe!”

“What? You said they’re all tall, right? Are they handsome?”

Keiji shrugged, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. My answer is no.”

“Why don’t you just take me along? I’m sure they’d bring a girlfriend if they had one. You’re the lucky guy out of the three of you.”

“What if they try to . . . proposition you?”

“If they’re icky, I’ll say no.”

He turned to you, alarmed. “And if they aren’t?”

“Are you saying they aren’t?”

“Answer the question.”

“If they aren’t, I’ll look to you for approval.”

“No.”

“What? You don’t even know they’re gonna ask.”

“You haven’t met them. Bokuto is going to take one look at you and be latched onto you all night. God only knows what Kuroo will do.”

“What about the other one?”

“Who?”

“The blond.”

“Oh, Tsukki? He’ll just insult you. I doubt he’d ever sink to asking me.”

You smirked. “He sounds fun.”

“Only some --” Keiji noticed your cheeky expression. “Hey! No.”

“You never know.”

“I know.”

“Whatever you say, Kei.”

“Don’t call me that around them.”

You pouted. “Why?”

“That’s Tsukishima’s first name.”

You grinned. “So you’re saying I get to come as long as I don’t use your nickname?”

Keiji sighed. “I guess so. I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t.”

“Yay!” You hummed happily, then turned to him with a cheeky smile on your face. “Wait . . . is Bokuto the one that you--” Keiji cut you off by clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t.”

“I’m right! Oh my god, Keiji, I’m excited to meet him.”

“It’s been a long time, love. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

“Oh please, if it was with you, he remembers.”

Keiji’s brows knitted together.

“What does that mean?” he asked. You wiggled your fingers at him.

“You’ve got very memorable hands.”

His face flushed a bright red and he turned away from you.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

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Your confident demeanor only faltered slightly when you arrived at gym three, where they all used to practice together. Only Kuroo and Bokuto were there and, as you suspected, they weren’t even remotely icky. Kuroo was tall with dark hair, his dress shirt and pants hiding a slim but muscular frame. He looked like he had just come from work. Bokuto on the other hand was huge. He wore simple sweatpants and a sweatshirt and looked thoroughly happy to be there. He was holding a volleyball and yelling when you and Keiji stepped through the doorway.

“What do you mean I’ve gotten worse? I’m a professional!”

“You’re a dumbass that can’t receive the ball.”

“And you’re a scammer!”

“Bokuto, this is my work uniform. I don’t scam people.��

“You look like a scammer.”

“I work for a legitimate company!”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. See? Scammer.”

“Bokuto-san,” Keiji called from the doorway. “His company is real. You need to calm down.”

“Aghakshi!” Bokuto sprinted for his friend while Kuroo fell into step behind him, a pleased smile on his face. Bokuto wrapped Keiji up in a bear hug.

“You’re late, ‘Kashi. Kuroo was mean without you.”

“I’m not mean.” Kuroo placed a hand on his chest. “I am a very nice man.”

“No, you’re a scammer and a liar.”

“I’m not --”

“Guys,” Keiji butted in. He gestured behind himself to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Please behave around them.” Both men’s eyes froze on you, making you distinctly aware of your height difference. Keiji wasn’t short by any means, but these men were huge.

“Hi,” you said, pasting a cheerful smile across your face. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys. I’ve heard all about you.”

“I guarantee we’re worse in person,” Kuroo said, eyes sparkling as he reached out to shake your hand.

“Why do you do that?” Bokuto asked, eyebrows drawn down in a frown.

“It’s the truth.”

“It’s not the truth,” Keiji stepped in, separating your hand from Kuroo’s. You hadn’t realized you were still holding it. “You’re both dorks and they know it already. Stop being weird.”

“Hi,” a bored sounding voice came from directly behind you. You turned around and shrunk against Keiji. Tsukishima stood behind you, shaggy blonde hair just barely hiding his serious eyebrows. He was thin, too, but tall. He and Kuroo were about the same size, but seeing Tsukishima so close to you made your heart pound.

“Tsukki-poo, how are you, buddy?” Bokuto yelled, pushing past you to wrap his friend up in his arms.

“Don’t call me that.” Tsukki sounded bored and annoyed, but you knew he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t miss his friends just a little bit. “Who’s the little one?” he asked, staring down at you with cold eyes. Bokuto grinned, still hanging onto him.

“That’s Akaashi’s partner. Isn’t that cool?”

“Sure. You guys fuck other people, don’t you?”

Silence. You stared at the ground, eyes wide in amused disbelief.

“That. Well. You aren’t wrong but that seems inappropriate.” Keiji was bright red and only burned brighter as he spoke.

“Not as inappropriate as you describing your sex life to us. Do they know you do that?”

“Yes, I do,” you said, staring up at him. “Slow down, lamp post. I think you need to relax.”

Kuroo let out a hyena laugh. “I like them,” he said.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Are we playing or not?”

“Playing,” Keiji said.

“Fine. Akaashi, you help tiny. Bokuto, you can be on their team.”

Bokuto frowned. “Why? You guys just have two middle blockers.”

“Kuroo can receive and both of us can spike.”

“Who’s going to set for you?” Keiji asked.

“I can,” you chimed in. Keiji’s friends all turned to you in surprise.

“I played through college. It’s only fair. Bokuto and Akaashi against me, Tsukishima, and Kuroo.”

Kuroo smiled, eyes glinting again as he stared at you. “I think that’s a brilliant plan. Ok with you, ‘Kashi?” Keiji narrowed his eyes at his friend, who still had his eyes trained on you.

“They can play setter for you. That’s it.”

The three other men looked at each other in surprise. The implication of his words was . . . jarring. You smiled nervously and walked to one side of the net. You shrugged off your jacket, revealing a thin long-sleeved shirt that no longer covered the back of your leggings. You could feel at least two men’s eyes on you, but you ignored it. All you had to do now was prove you could still play volleyball.

“You know the rules, then?” Tsukishima asked, tying his shoes tighter.

“I’ll be just fine, Tsukki-babe,” you said. He cringed at the nickname. “I’m more concerned with how Kuroo is going to play in his work clothes.

“Give me a minute, dearest,” he said, walking past you with a bag in his hands. “I brought clothes.”

“Hustle up, buddy, or we’ll start without you.”

“Shut up and practice before we lose to the chaos twins.”

Tsukki scoffed. “Like we’re going to lose to them. Bokuto’s going to go emo-mode in ten minutes, guaranteed.”

“Emo mode?” you asked. Tsukki’s brows raised and he smiled for the first time since you had met him.

“You’re dating Akaashi and you don’t know about Bokuto’s emo mode?”

“I guess not.”

He let out a delighted laugh, completely out of character but quite sweet. “God, you’re in for a treat.”

Kuroo returned in a short pair of red athletic shorts and a black t-shirt.

“Is that the same outfit you had in high school?” Keiji asked, a smile on his face.

“The very same,” Kuroo said, laughing and stretching his arms across his chest. “Well, not the exact same clothes, but the same colors. I outgrew my old stuff. I’ve gotten much bigger since high school.” He winked in your direction.

“Gross,” Tsukki said.

“Shut up.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Can we start?” He shrugged off his own jacket, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and athletic shorts.

“Who gets first serve?” Keiji asked.

“There are more of us. You guys can start,” Kuroo said.

“Bokuto, do you want to serve or should I?” Keiji turned to Bokuto, who looked grumpy at the lack of attention he was getting.

“You do it, ‘Kashi.”

“Are you sure?”

Bokuto nodded vigorously and Keiji walked to the back line. You stood up towards the net while the other men backed up on the court.

“Nice serve,” you yelled.

“Shut up. He’s on the other team,” Tsukki said, sounding exasperated.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“So, you should want to kick his ass,” Kuroo said. You laughed and Keiji hit the ball over the net.

It went to Tsukki, who easily bumped it up. It traveled high in the air, thank goodness. You were a little rusty, but this made it much easier on you.

“Left!” Kuroo called, hand in the air. You pushed the ball his way, satisfied at the way it lifted off your fingers. You missed this feeling. It landed right against Kuroo’s hand, who slammed it down. It barely grazed the top of Bokuto’s fingers before spinning off and hitting the ground. Kuroo ran for you immediately, grin on his face.

“That was great! I gotta say, I thought you were going to suck, but that was great.” He continued rambling as you turned to Tsukki.

“What did you think, tough guy? That was a nice receive.”

“It wasn’t that impressive. I just knew it had to go high so your dumbass could actually hit it.” He sneered as he spoke, but from the way he was rubbing his forearms you could tell he was excited too. Though he played on his own, you were sure he missed practicing with this group.

“I’d like to see one of your famous blocks next time,” you teased.

“Then tell Bokuto-san to receive the damn ball.” He turned away from you and walked to the back line.

“Hey!” Bokuto had gotten into a receiving position, hands on his knees waiting for your team to serve. You couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were, even through his sweatpants. “Can we go or is Tsukki-dude gonna keep complaining?”

“We’re going,” Tsukishima replied, picking up the volleyball that Keiji had rolled over to his feet. “Relax before you use up all the energy in your brain.” You couldn’t help but snicker. His responses were so quick. He was an ass, but he was charming in his own way.

Tsukishima took his place on the back line and easily popped the ball over the net. Bokuto received it and sent it up high. Keiji had to run for it but he got under the ball. Tsukishima and Kuroo took their places on the net, following Bokuto closely with their eyes. You backed up and bent your knees, ready to receive if they somehow missed it.

They didn’t miss it.

The ball hammered into Tsukishima’s hand and he flexed his fingers, sending it straight back down over the net. Kuroo hollered and slapped him on the back, while Bokuto drooped down and a pouty expression came over his face.

“It wasn’t a hard spike. I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” Tsukishima said as Kuroo continued chattering on about how much he’s improved.

“Aghashkiii,” Bokuto said. Tsukishima’s attention was on him in an instant, eyes twinkling.

“Oh fuck, it’s happening.” He gestured for you to come closer. “Shortie, are you watching?”

“Yes, I’m watching. What’s going on?” You approached and watched as your boyfriend’s shoulders fell in a deep sigh.

“Kashi, we have to switch,” Bokuto whined. “You can’t set it to me anymore.”

“Told you it’d be less than ten minutes,” Tsukishima said, expression smug.

“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked. Kuroo laughed.

“He’ll be fine,” he said. “He just needs his setter. Akaashi, on the other hand, will barely survive. He hasn’t had to deal with this in years.” You snickered, then briefly wondered if they knew about Bokuto and Keiji’s . . . antics back in the day.

“Does he do this on his pro team?” you asked.

“Not that I’ve seen. Either they’re better at managing it or Bokuto just goes full baby for Akaashi.” Kuroo rolled his eyes and walked away.

You laughed to yourself. What an idiot. However, he was an idiot that was wrapped around your boyfriend’s finger. Interesting.

“Bokuto-san, are you sure?” Keiji was saying. “Your setting isn’t very precise.”

“Apparently neither is my spiking.”

“Fine. Good luck.” Bokuto didn’t see Keiji shake his head as he spoke. Tsukishima grabbed the volleyball again, a wide smile on his face.

“God, I can’t wait to see this one,” he said, then raised his voice so the other men could hear him. “Akaashi, it’s coming to you!” Keiji nodded and got into position. Bokuto’s eyes were still wide and blank as he got closer to the net.

Tsukishima hit the ball right into Keiji’s arms. He bumped it up without much trouble and shouted for Bokuto.

“Get under the ball, Bokuto!” He backed up to start a spiking approach.

“I got it!” Bokuto sounded frustrated. He ran for the ball, settled underneath it, and . . .

It clattered to the gym floor behind him. His expression remained blank and focused on the air above him, even when his arms flopped down to his sides.

“Our point!” Tsukishima called, smiling again. He ducked to the other side of the net and grabbed the ball. He really was a brat.

“Bokuto --” Keiji started.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” Bokuto said, slumping to the gym floor.

“You can’t just give up like that,” Kuroo interjected, sounding more amused than frustrated.

“I can and I will. Let’s just go to dinner. I don’t want to be sweaty if we’re going somewhere nice.”

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You were grateful that Keiji had convinced you to bring something nice to wear to the restaurant, otherwise you would have looked completely out of place. Kuroo had put his work clothes back on. Keiji had thrown on a sweater. Tsukishima wore a button-up and a vest and Bokuto was wearing a blazer with a t-shirt. Somehow, the outfits suited them.

“So,” Kuroo said between sips from a bottle of beer. “Akaashi has told us all about you.” You chuckled, pushing around the remaining rice on your plate.

“Is that so?” You glanced at Keiji, who sat beside you. His cheeks were slightly pink. He looked precious, like he was skating right on the edge of a giggle fit.

“Yep,” Kuroo continued. He had a sly smile on his face and looked all too happy to be talking to you. He leaned toward you across Tsukishima’s lap, who frowned and shoved him off. Kuroo flopped back down, leaning on an elbow on the table in front of his tall friend. “I’d say we know more about you than you know about us.”

“You know, that’s probably true.” You leaned on the table and matched his posture.

“Lame. Akaashi, why don’t you talk about us?”

Keiji took a deep sip of his drink and shook his head.

“Because I knew meeting you guys would do all the talking,” he said.

“What’s that mean?” Bokuto said a little too loudly, leaning into Keiji’s lap. Keiji looked down at him patiently, cheeks flushing a bit darker.

“It means your personalities are so aggressive that they need no explanation.”

“I’m not aggressive!”

“But your personality is.”

Bokuto frowned, not understanding but accepting the answer.

“So, what do you know about me?” you asked, turning back to Kuroo. He shrugged, staring into space to consider your question before giggling.

“What are you laughing at?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew exactly what he was thinking, but you wanted him to say it.

“The…nature…of your relationship with our boy Akaashi.”

“Yeah?” You tipped back your glass and grinned.

“We’ve heard all about it.”

“All?” You turned your face towards your boyfriend.

“Not even close,” he said through a smirk.

“What?” Kuroo asked, snapping his gaze to Keiji. “You’ve told us so much.”

“And there’s so much more to explore,” you said with a smug smile and exaggerated gesture.

“Yeah? With who?” Bokuto chimed in. You leaned over to Keiji.

“You’re right. That didn’t take long.” Keiji shook his head at your words and finished off his drink.

“I told you not to trust them,” he said. He turned his attention back to Bokuto. “With anyone, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head.

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.”

“Truly anyone? Or are you one of those couples that acts like they’re kinky but really just watches porn together or something?” You were surprised that Tsukishima decided to chime in now, but you weren’t surprised by his comment. He was the type that had to see to believe. You narrowed your eyes at him and ran a finger down the back of his hand, which still clutched his glass on the table.

“Try me and find out,” you said. His eyebrows twitched and he looked away.

“Wait wait wait wait,” Kuroo cried, leaning over Tsukishima again. “Is that an offer?”

“What would you say if it was?” you asked. Keiji scoffed.

“Seriously?” Bokuto asked, eyes huge. You shrugged and looked at your boyfriend.

“What do you think, Kei?”

Tsukishima choked on his drink, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Kei?” he asked, a deep flush crawling up his cheeks.

“Jesus Christ,” Keiji said, rubbing his eyes. You laughed.

“Sorry, Tsukki. Short for Keiji.” Tsukki’s eyes remained trained on your face, looking not-quite-convinced with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. You turned back to Keiji before you could get more distracted. “Well?” He let out a long sigh.

“Whatever you want, love.” He looked defeated, but you could tell he wasn’t unenthusiastic about the idea. You saw the way he had cupped a hand on Bokuto’s hip earlier, supposedly to keep him steady as he leaned into his lap. You couldn’t suppress a grin as you glanced back at the other men at the table. Bokuto looked confused, eyes still wide. Kuroo had paled, and Tsukishima seemed to still be reeling from you accidentally using his given name.

“Our place is closest,” you said. All three men looked like they had just been slapped.

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It started off awkard. There was plenty of time between your statement at the bar, getting the check, everyone finding their way back to your and Keiji’s shared apartment, and getting in a mental place where you could bring them all into your bedroom. Keiji had thrown a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube onto the foot of the bed, making everyone’s eyes go wide. Without kissing, touching, some sort of foreplay, it felt awkward, but truthfully, you had no connection to these men. They were just hot strangers that knew your boyfriend. You could do this.

“Who do you want first, love?” Keiji asked. You stared at the expectant faces in front of you. Kuroo’s eyes were glinting. He would be fun, but you didn’t want to jump into him right away. Tsukki was a silent brat, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. You’d fix that later. He wasn’t a problem to deal with first.

“Bo?” you said. The large man perked up at your words, wide eyes trained on yours. “Come here, baby.” You gestured for him and he complied, swallowing hard as he crossed the room to you. You stood as he got to you and pushed him to a seated position on the bed.

“You seem eager, puppy,” you said, sinking to your knees in front of him. He inhaled sharply.

“I’m not--oh!” His sentence was cut off as you palmed him through his sweatpants.

“You aren’t what, Bo? You can tell me.”

“I-- shit.” His eyes fluttered closed as you established a slow rhythm, feeling him getting harder at your touch.

“You aren’t going to talk to me?” you pouted. You tried to sound sympathetic but you spoke through a small smile. “You haven’t been touched like this in a while, have you?” He shook his head and let out an unsteady breath.

“Want me to help?” you asked. “Want me to suck your cock?” There were several inhales from the wall behind you, but you kept going. You rose up a bit, keeping a hand between his legs as you kissed along his neck.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Aw, puppy, you know you have to ask better than that.”

“Will you -- fuck -- will you suck my cock?”

“So close, Bo. What do you call me?” There was the sound of Tsukki saying “seriously?” before he made a quiet grunting noise. Someone had elbowed him in the side.

“Ma’am?” Bokuto asked.

“Is that what you want to call me?”

He inhaled sharply and your hand ground into him harder. “I don’t want to say it.”

“Aw, puppy, why? You know I’m here to help.” You closed your teeth lightly on his earlobe and he exhaled hard, making you almost worried for his poor lungs. You whispered into his ear. “I want to hear you call me something pretty when you come down my throat.” His hips bucked up into your hand and he muttered something under his breath.

“What did you say, Bo? I couldn’t hear you.”

“M--” his eyes darted to the other men standing against the wall. You grabbed his face and made him look at you.

“Don’t worry about them. What do you want to call me, pup?”

“Mommy,” he said, so quiet you could barely hear him. You drew in a sharp breath. You were expecting something good, but that exceeded expectations. Your reaction seemed to give him a little confidence, because he spoke louder this time. “Mommy, please suck my cock.”

“Jesus Christ,” said a voice behind you. It sounded like Kuroo.

You grinned. “Good boy. Help mommy take off your pants.”

He immediately did as he was told, tugging them off and letting you throw them to the side. He was big, a little longer and thicker than Keiji. You felt heat rising in your stomach imagining your boyfriend in this same position years ago, using his adept fingers and skilled tongue on the man sitting in front of you.

“So big, puppy,” you said, smiling up at him. Let me help.” Before he could respond you had settled your lips over the head of his cock, swirling your tongue before taking him in deeper. He swore loudly and buried a hand in your hair. You hummed at his noises and moved your head faster. The room was filled with lewd noises that were quickly drowned out by Bokuto’s breathy whimpers.

“Talk to her, Bokuto-san, don’t be shy,” Keiji said. This is why you loved Keiji. He could swap personalities so fast, especially with the right partner.

“Feels good,” Bokuto stuttered, head tipping back. You heard footsteps approaching and felt a warm figure kneeling down behind you.

“Good girl.” It was Keiji. He leaned his face into the side of yours and undid your pants, slipping his hand down the front of them. “So wet already, love. I knew you were a slut, but Jesus.” He slipped his fingers inside you for a moment, wetting them before circling your clit quickly. He had a setter’s hands, precise and sure in every movement. You moaned and took Bokuto all the way into your mouth. He exhaled sharply and swore above you.

“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, darling. Go faster for him, yeah? He likes it.” You complied, bobbing your head up and down and eliciting a series of loud noises from Bokuto.

“I want you to come when he comes, love. You’ll be good and do that for me, right?” You hummed in what you hoped would be interpreted as agreement and you sunk into Keiji’s touch. He knew exactly what to do to send you reeling in no time at all.

“Bokuto-san, tell her when you’re about to cum, yeah?” Bokuto nodded frantically and Keiji slapped his thigh. Bokuto jumped at the sudden strike, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. “Use your words, Bokuto-san.”

“Yes. Fuck. I will, I promise.”

“Good boy,” Keiji said, rubbing faster circles against you. You continued to moan and you felt Bokuto twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close and thankfully, you were, too.

“Close, ‘Kashi.”

“Tell them, not me.”

“Mommy, please.” Bokuto moaned loudly. “Gonna cum soon.” Keiji leaned in close to your ear again, never losing his pace on you.

“Don’t swallow. Make him clean up his mess,” he said. You reached behind and squeezed his arm so he knew you understood, shaking a bit with your own approaching orgasm.

“Fuck. Holy shit,” Bokuto groaned, hips bucking as he came into your mouth. You continued moving on him as Keiji sent you over the edge, moaning around Bokuto’s cock.

“Dirty girl,” Keiji said through a laugh, pulling his hand away and returning to the wall. You pulled off of Bokuto, making sure not to accidentally swallow as you straddled his lap. He twitched at your advances, staring wide-eyed at your still-full mouth.

“Mommy, too -- fuck. Too sensitive.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his. He parted his lips instinctively, allowing you to kiss his own cum into his mouth. He swallowed obediently, moaning a bit as he did so. You smiled into the kiss, grinding your hips a little against him. He inhaled in a panic and pulled away, burying his face into your chest. You laughed and ran a hand lovingly through his hair.

“Good boy, Bokuto. Such a good boy. Should we let Kuroo go next? Wanna watch him fuck mommy?” Bokuto nodded against you, chest still heaving. You turned your head to face the wall. Keiji was smirking. Kuroo’s face was bright red. Tsukki didn’t look too phased, although you could see that he was fully hard.

“Kuroo, hon,” you said. He stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Bokuto says he wants to watch you fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Don’t be difficult. Get over here.”

Kuroo swallowed hard and approached you. You planted a quick kiss on Bokuto’s head and climbed off of him. He let out a gasp at the loss and laid back on the bed.

“Where do you want me?” Kuroo asked. You stared down at his hands and the growing bulge in his shorts and shook your head.

“No. Tell me where you want me.” You began working off the buttons of his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Lay back.”

You smiled and did as you were told, scooting farther up onto the bed. Bokuto shifted so he wasn’t in the way. Kuroo smiled and leaned on top of you, capturing your lips in his. He was eager, tongue slipping easily into your mouth. You could still feel the happy curve of his lips as he moved against you, sliding one hand deep in your hair and the other curving around your waist. You kissed him back enthusiastically, surprised but delighted by the genuine affection. The hand on your waist slipped up under your shirt, like he wanted to pull it off but was too focused on the kiss to pull away. You tugged away from his lips and he followed, eyes still closed. You chuckled and sat up a bit under him, pulling your shirt over your head and capturing his face between your hands, pulling into another eager kiss. He breathed a sigh of appreciation and ran his hands over your newly exposed skin.

He pulled away and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin. You sighed and tangled your hands in his insane hair. He kissed down, stopping just above the fabric of your bra. He tipped his head up to look at you, eyes bright. He licked his lips and you felt heat reaching the very tips of your fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded, giving him all the go ahead he needed to pull down the front of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth. You sighed again, grip in his hair tightening. He let out a huff at your reaction and circled his tongue. He bit down gently and you let out a gasp, locking your legs around his midsection.

“Kuroo,” you breathed. He didn’t break away from you, just let his eyes flicker up to meet yours. You felt a blissed out smile reach your lips at the sight. “Take off your fucking clothes.” He sucked harder on your chest for just a moment, eliciting a gasp from you, then leaned back down to kiss you again, grin on his lips. He only kissed you for a moment, tongue hungry in your mouth, before tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side recklessly.

“Oi!” Tsukishima called out from the side of the room. You and Kuroo both laughed as you worked in tandem to get his belt loose and pants open, kissing clumsily as you went. As soon as you got them down and he kicked them to the side, you pulled your legs up and wiggled your pants down. Kuroo reached behind you and unclasped your bra (something that took even Keiji several tries and a hearty laugh) and began to kiss over your chest again. You tipped your head back and reached down, wrapping your hand around his already hard cock through his boxer briefs. He hissed against you, biting down where he was. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Jesus,” he said as he pulled away again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your lace undergarments and tugging them down. He stared at you for just a second before snatching up a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. “Flip over,” he said, voice rougher. You complied instantly, breathing heavily from the kisses and adrenaline. You were faced with a stunned Bokuto, who you had forgotten was still laying -- or now, sitting up -- on the bed. You laughed and reached out for him. His eyes were wide as he laced his fingers through yours. From behind you, Kuroo teased your entrance. You sighed and leaned your head forward onto your arm, bracing yourself. He pushed in gently at first, shuddering out a deep breath at the contact. Impatiently, you pushed back onto him, feeling his full length sinking into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward on top of you while your fingernails dug into the back of Bokuto’s hand. He began moving his hips slowly, the curve of his dick hitting perfectly inside of you. You leaned forward onto your hand, still clasped with Bokuto’s. Kuroo sped up his strokes, leaning back up and getting a bit rougher. His hands found their way to your hips, tugging you back against him as he moved. You choked out a moan as he pushed into you deeper with the new motion.

“Kuroo,” Keiji said. Kuroo apparently didn’t hear, swearing under his breath. Keiji scoffed. “Tetsuro!”

“Fuck -- what, Akaashi?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” Kuroo ignored him, slowing down for a moment, hitting a particularly deep part of you that made you whine and bury your face further against Bokuto’s hand. “Kuroo, hit them.”

“What?” Kuroo sounded slightly incredulous, or at least as incredulous as he could sound when out of breath and buried inside of you.

“Spank. Them.”

Kuroo chuckled slightly and brought one of his hands back to rest on your ass, rubbing it before winding it back and landing a heavy smack against you. You bucked up at the motion, your back losing its arch for a moment. Your mouth fell open and you felt Bokuto reach up, running a finger along your lip in fascination. You looked up at him, tongue lolling out to make contact with the digit. His eyes widened and he pressed the finger onto your tongue. Kuroo landed another hit on your ass and you jumped forward, taking Bokuto’s finger far into your mouth. He shuddered out a breath. Kuroo smacked you again and you moaned loudly, still maintaining eye contact with Bokuto. His breath was picking up as he watched you, tongue swirling around his finger.

“God, you really like this, don’t you?” Kuroo asked, a smile evident in his voice. “What if I . . .” he reached forward and gathered the hair at the nape of your neck, tightening his fist so he was pulling it without yanking your head backwards. Your eyes fell shut and you let out a muffled moan, the sensation adding a layer of delicious pain on top of the pleasure racking your body.

“I knew it,” Kuroo continued. “Jesus, you’re fun.” He gasped, hips jumping slightly. You heard a scoff at his words. Your eyes flickered open and found the two men still sitting on the side of the room. Keiji was smiling, but Tsukishima looked like he was trapped in a haze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening in front of him. You pulled off of Bokuto’s finger with one last slide of your tongue. He shivered and brought his hand back against his chest.

“Tsukki,” you sang. Tsukishima looked up, eyebrow cocked. You let out a gasp and your eyes flickered closed for a second as Kuroo landed another smack. You smiled at the tall blond and the expression dropped off his face. “Come here, Tsukishima.” He rolled his eyes.

“You seem occupied,” he said, voice wavering just a bit. You bit down on your hand as Kuroo slowed down again, dragging his cock nearly fully out before steadily driving back in.

“Tsukishima, I’m not playing that game,” you managed through a gasp. “Get over here.” He rolled his eyes and stood, beginning to approach you. Your eyes met his hungrily. “Take off your shirt,” you said as he stopped in front of you. You moved so you could face him, Kuroo moving with you and adjusting to the new angle easily. Tsukishima made no move to follow your instruction, staring down at you with an unreadable but distinctly gruff expression on his face. You scoffed and reached out, grabbing his waistband and pulling him to you. You could see his dick, long and thin, fully hard through his slacks. Impatiently, you pulled at the button until it opened. You yanked down, freeing him from his pants and undergarments  in one motion. You wasted no time leaning forward and wrapping your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning as Kuroo picked up his pace again.

“Jesus fuck,” Kuroo gasped. Tsukishima didn’t look like he knew what to do with his hands, holding them up by his chest in surprise. You hummed around his cock, looking up at him. He held eye contact, previously cocky eyes wide. Kuroo let out a groan and dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

“Fuck. I’m cl -- fuck!” he groaned, hips stuttering. He wasn’t even capable of finishing a coherent thought, pounding into you from behind. He moved your entire body with each stroke, making you involuntarily take Tsukishima deeper into your mouth at every forward motion. Tsukki finally relaxed a bit, hands gently burying in your hair as Kuroo’s swearing got louder. He leaned down, supporting himself with one arm on the bed and the other wrapped around your midsection. He plucked at your nipples, elliciting surprised sounds from you that were muffled against Tsukishima.

You felt the moment Kuroo came. His face pushed into your back, panting breaths heavy against your skin as his hips broke their rhythm. He pulsed inside of you, dragging a groan from deep in your chest. Tsukishima’s grip on your hair tightened and he let out a sharp hiss, clearly trying to hold back any noise.

Kuroo finally pulled out and tipped away from you, probably realizing how close he was to Tsukishima. He stood up and took a few steps back, brushing his black hair, now sticky with sweat, out of his eyes. You popped your mouth off of Tsukishima and ran your hands up quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt open from the bottom up.

“What--” he started. You cut him off.

“Bo, baby, move.” Your order was gentle but firm. Bokuto recognized your tone immediately, scrambling pantsless up from the bed and moving out of your way. You sat up on your heels and pulled on Tsukishima’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He sat down and backed against the headboard, brows furrowed. His face flushed when he looked down and realized he was fully exposed, but you remedied that easily, crawling into his lap and silencing whatever snarky remarks were boiling in his brain to calm his nerves. You planted a heated kiss against his lips.

He was a gentler and less smiley kisser than Kuroo, but more precise. Every movement of his tongue felt like a calculated effort, feeling out your weak spots and taking advantage of them once he found them. You sighed and sat farther down in his lap, grazing his cock between your legs. You ground down slightly before realizing -- shit. You were so distracted by the kiss that you almost forgot. You leaned back, breaking the kiss but remaining in his lap. You snatched up a condom and wagged it in front of Tsukishima’s eyes. He scoffed.

“No need to act so giddy,” he said. You just smiled at him, taking in the vision of the red faced man in front of you. His lips were slick and parted, like he was desperately waiting for another kiss, and his glasses were slowly de-fogging. You laughed and captured his lips in yours again, biting lightly at his bottom lip and just barely teasing him with your tongue. When you pulled away, he followed you slightly, then immediately sat back and blinked, like he was trying to cover up the motion. You huffed a laugh and slid his glasses off his face.

“Kashi,” you said, holding them out behind you without breaking eye contact with Tsukishima. You felt them leave your hand and you returned your touch to Tsukki’s face, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“Cute,” you mumbled, nearly laughing again at the way his face turned an even darker shade of red.

“Agashi,” Bokuto whined behind you. You laughed and peered over your shoulder. Bokuto was squirming. He had put his boxer-briefs back on, but you could see that he was hard again, probably painfully so.

“Keiji, love, take care of him,” you said, carefully putting on the gentle tone you used with Bokuto. Keiji slid next to Bokuto, whose eyes were now wide, and you turned back to Tsukishima knowing your boyfriend had everything under control. You heard Bokuto gasp and Kuroo mutter “Jesus,” but you just held the condom up to Tsukishima’s mouth. He looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“What?” he asked.

“Open,” you replied, holding it closer to his mouth. His eyes grew wide but he leaned in, opening his mouth and closing his teeth on the wrapper. You smirked at him and tugged at the foil. You pulled out the condom when it was finally open and tossed the wrapper from Tsukishima’s lips to the side. You replaced it with your lips as you moved your hand between your legs and slipped the condom onto Tsukki. He gasped at the contact, leaning his head back against the headboard. You followed him with your lips and deepened the kiss as you wrapped a hand around him, lining him up with your entrance. You sunk down, not giving either of you a chance to really react until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He broke from your lips and leaned his forehead against your cheek. He let out a shuddering gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned your face and kissed his forehead, then lifted up slightly and sunk back down onto him. He gasped and you began to rock more steadily, slowly picking up the energy and pace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he let out a sigh, fingers burying into your skin.

“God, you feel good, Tsukki,” you breathed into his hair. He grunted in response, lips pursing to kiss at your skin. You sighed and tipped your head back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. His hands shifted to your hips and he gripped them tightly, pulling down as you slid over him, making him hit you somehow even deeper. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck.

“Shit,” you whispered as he took control of your pace, pulling you down hard. “Tsukki,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.

“I--” he started, but was cut off by a sweet, choked sound that came from deep in his throat. “Say my name again.”

“Tsukki,” you said. He shook his head against you. As he tipped his head up towards yours, you heard the familar click of the lube cap and felt weight sink onto the edge of the bed. You were unsure who it was until Bokuto let out a strangled gasp. Ah. Keiji really was taking care of him. You pressed a quick kiss against Tsukishima’s lips and leaned your forehead against his.

“Say my name like earlier,” he said. “The other one.” Your eyes widened and you smiled.

“Are you sure, Kei?” you teased. He groaned. “Aw, you like that?” He didn’t respond, but his face was screwed up into a look of concentration and pleasure that almost looked like pain.

“Again.”

“You feel so good, Kei.” He moaned, a sound you didn’t think you were going to be lucky enough to hear. “So good. Fuck, Kei.” You scattered his name into bouts of praise and swearing. He removed one of his hands from you, making you have to keep up the pace with your hips. You didn’t understand why until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, starting to draw small, focused circles against it. Your hips stuttered out of pace and you moaned, tightening your grip around his neck. You were so oversensitive from Kuroo and Keiji’s advances that the movement on your clit was almost too much. Your breathing was coming in gasps.

“Bokuto-san, relax,” you heard Keiji say, though it felt like it was a thousand miles away.

“Get off of my fucking foot,” Tsukishima said, sounding frustrated even though the words were strained. Your eyebrows pinched together, frustrated.

“Move, Bokuto,” Keiji said, and you felt the weight shift again.

“Kei,” you said, loud enough to give Tsukishima pause. “Don’t pay attention to them.” He looked suprised.

“I --” he started.

“No.” You cut him off with a particularly devastating buck of your hips, and his expression changed. Just a moment later, though, he was glancing behind you at the source of the muffled gasps and whines behind you. You grabbed him by the jaw and stopped moving.

“Open,” you said. His eyebrows knit together.

“What?”

“Open.” You ran your thumb down his bottom lip, holding it for a moment before he complied. You leaned above him and spat.

Shock was the first thing to flash over Tsukki’s eyes, followed very quickly by something dark. He swallowed, staring into your eyes like you just set him on fire.

“Learn your lesson?” you asked. He said nothing, but his hands returned to your hips and dug into them, like he was begging you to move. “Good,” you said through a smile. You began to rock into his lap once more.

He let out a genuine moan, choppy and desperate and gorgeous. It was like that one motion made him yours, completely. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing faster and more desperate circles. You crashed your lips into his, moaning into his mouth as he returned the favor. There was something so intimate in his motions. It was hard to believe this Tsukishima was the same asshole from earlier.

“Fuck, Kei, I’m close,” you said. Tsukki nodded, forehead still pressed against yours.

“Come with me,” he mumbled. If you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have believed he said it, but sure enough, you were both leaning against each other like your lives depended on it. He started swearing, small “fuck”s that grew in volume the closer he got. You could feel yourself reaching the peak, eyes squeezing shut and body locking. Right when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, right when you were about to beg Tsukishima to hurry up and finish so you could die against him, his grip around you tightened. He could still move you, riding out his orgasm inside of you, but he squeezed you so close you thought you could shift into his chest if you really wanted to. Your body shook, jerking involuntarily against his thumb. Both of you were panting, and it felt like the world went black around you as you kept your faces pressed together.

You couldn’t tell when the moment ended, but when it did Tsukishima was kissing along your shoulders and allowing you to slump against him, arms barely holding you up.

“Why don’t you lay down?” he whispered, and you nodded, feeling almost drunk. You swung your leg off of him, shuddering at the loss of him inside of you. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss against your forehead as you laid on your back.

“Love, scoot closer,” you heard Keiji say. Fuck. They weren’t done with you yet. You opened your eyes to finally see what had been happening behind you while you were falling apart in Tsukishima’s lap.

Bokuto was laying on his back, legs pitched up slightly. Keiji’s hand was pressed flush up against him, preparing him for who knows what else. Your eyes widened and, without thinking, you did what your boyfriend told you to do.

“Bokuto, turn around,” Keiji said, and Bokuto did as he was instructed. He looked blissed out and shaky, but allowed himself to be pushed forward until his face was laying against one of your thighs. He smiled up at you, as if he was greeting an old friend intead of laying ass up with your boyfriend positioning himself behind him.

“Y/n, open your legs.” Fuck. Bokuto’s cheeks flushed and he turned to look back at Keiji.

“‘Kashi, I--” He was cut off by one slow, perfect thrust by Keiji. You did as you were told, staring up at Keiji’s face in awe. His eyes had closed and he looked unbelievably content.

“You know what to do, Bokuto,” he said. “Just make sure you breathe.”

With that, Bokuto buried his mouth against you.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation, like Keiji’s commands were magic. He had been like this as long as you had known him, but judging by the surprised sounds Kuroo and Tsukki made, it wasn’t the Akaashi they knew.

Bokuto seemed hungry, like you were the one thing holding him back from starvation. His tongue made long strokes against you, making your hips shake. He stopped every so often to focus on your clit, swirling his tongue or sucking harshly. You weren’t even sure what kind of noises you were making at this point, just that someone was making a lot of sound and it was more than likely you. Akaashi’s thrusts were slow and deep, making Bokuto groan against you. It was an overwhelming feeling, your boyfriend fucking someone else into you. With how oversensitive you were, you didn’t think you’d last long.

Your orgasm wasn’t a slow build this time. It was choppy and harsh, almost painful as Bokuto sucked enthusiastically on your clit. Your legs couldn’t stay open on their own, crushing his head between your thighs as you made a panicked noise. The rumble of another groan from Bokuto is what sent you over, back arching and head leaning back into the bed. You were breathless, not making much sound as your body reacted out of your control. You had to push Bokuto off of you and slide away in order to get him to stop. He was so eager it seemed like he would have tried for another if you hadn’t escaped.

Now all you could do was watch as Akaashi leaned forward, taking Bokuto’s cock in his hand and timing movement with his hips. Bokuto was drooling onto the bed, making the sweetest whining noises you had ever heard. He came quickly after that, crying Akaashi’s name into the comforter as his lower body jerked. Akaashi fucked him through it and followed soon behind, face scrunching and breaths coming out as gasps.

Bokuto collapsed against the bed as Keiji pulled out, yanking off the condom and tucking himself back into his slacks like nothing had happened. God, he was a piece of work sometimes.

You stood, collecting your clothing from the floor. You pulled on your shirt, not bothering with your bra. You didn’t even know where it was.

You missed the left leg hole of your pants twice before Kuroo finally wrapped an arm around you and helped you get them up, even buttoning them for you once they were on.

“Well,” you said, but it came out strained. You coughed, smiling up at the group of men. “That was . . .” You couldn’t finish the sentence, letting out a choppy laugh instead.

“That was,” Kuroo agreed, laughing with you.

“If you guys would be willing . . .” Tsukishima said.

“Can we please do that again?” Bokuto said, a bit too loud for the room. Keiji’s eyes grew wide.

“Not right now!” he said. Bokuto laughed.

“Not right now. But sometime?” They all turned to face you, looking precious and eager. You laughed, then sighed heavily.

“Absolutely.”

[sixthwater]

🏵️Synastry and: the Friends V🏵️

Exploring more platonic synastry~! Oh my gosh I don't know what to put here and I don't like faking enthusiasm oh my goodneeessss ok let's go

Note: This is using and based off of personal experience, I will be using specific people and referencing them throughout the post

Me & 🌸's placements

☉: Cancer / Cancer ☽: Taurus / Pisces ☿: Cancer / Cancer ♀: Cancer / Leo ♂: Virgo / Taurus

We're the iconic kyoani duo and then this friendship (gif) hits you from your blindside (as well as whatever the hell you call bokuto and kuroo)

See it's funny because that gif actually happened

🌺 Overlays

Me: Sun & Mercury in 9th / 🌸: Sun & Mercury in 5th

Learning to better mingle with their family meets destroying the other in video games. These overlays play out a lot more straight-forward than the previous ones. We tend to delve into deep long topics and get lost within them because we get side tracked Very easily, but they are usually under the broad umbrella of psychology and human empathy and junk like that. Our last conversation was about how we've been affected by certain personal situations within our lives and how 'it's so weird how certain things from our childhood snowball into us being thrust into this caretaker role' and that was a like a 40 minute conversation that took place after we were talking about Dominos Pizza on a bus to New York, and then we immediately changed the topic to bubble tea. On the other hand, I want to better communicate with some of her family members so I wanted to take it upon myself to learn their language. For the 5th house: video games. She kicks my Ass in about nearly all of them, but I still enjoy playing them with her all the time. Besides that, I like going on trips to Aquariums, Museums, etc--because I know we'll have fun no matter where we end up.

Me: Moon in 7th / 🌸: Moon in 1st

Honestly, I have to talk about these two as if they're a combined overlay. This combination is a crutch for the fact that my moon is rarely aspected by her (and if it is she struggling). This is attributing to the fact that we constantly see ourselves in kyoani pairs in particular I believe--because while my previous friend has a red/blue dynamic and we can find ourselves in multiple places, we usually only find ourselves here. It has a lovers feel to it because the 7th creates this rosy feeling that you feel like you can be a little giddy and you've found someone that understands and appreciates you for your 'hidden' qualities (since the dsc has to be uncovered or worked for), whilst the 1st overlay is always in awe of the qualities of whatever planet is there, and said planet will encourage that native to not be so shy or embarrassed of themselves and bring them out more. Examples (🌸 & Me) would be: Kumiko & Reina (Hibike! Euphonium), Tamako & Midori (Tamako's Market), extra note for Bubblegum & Marceline. Bottom line is that this energy gives off couple/honeymoon lover vibes.

Me: Mars in 11th / 🌸: Mars in 3rd

Remember when I said we talk for just like 40 minutes in the weirdest spots about random junk. Yeah. This can send a lot of stimulation and energy towards hobbies and we can energize each other at times. We also share a lot of hobbies, and if we don't we don't mind watching the other person enjoy themselves (for the most part).

**We have an overlay with my venus in her 9th and her venus in my 7th, but it just sort of repeats the energy of having fun and enjoying each other's company and the rose colored glasses blah blah blah

💐 Aspects

Alright so!

My Moon Square 🌸's Venus

Multiple Squares between My Mars & 🌸's Personal Planets

This can lead to some slight tension. I can be too emotionally sensitive and respond too volatile or aggressively, and sometimes my words can stab 🌸 where it hurts. This is a guess however, because we've never had a full blown argument or even really had a tit-for-tat. If anything, we've only gotten under each other's skin by slightly annoying each other by things we've said or just. Generally being annoying. If anything, with my Mars being the one squaring everything, I'm the one more likely to actively respond and the source of that will be because I've felt slighted, and it will be because 🌸 said something hurtful without realizing it.

Besides that our synastry chart is pretty normal. She is heavily water influenced and more emotional whereas I have things to balance it out a little bit more, but my responses to things are a lot more delayed so it looks like I'm blowing up for nothing while she let's herself feel things more healthily (aspects granted).

[velveticamoon]

AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha- 

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for: 

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs 

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited. 

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;) 

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :) 

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house 

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol 

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that 

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else 

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot? 

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)  

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did 

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he 

EREN 

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it 

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol 

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now) 

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING- 

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol  

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it 

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are 

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA 

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you” 

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie) 

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her 

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence 

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep 

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together 

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN 

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite) 

Popcorn fights while watching them 

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face” 

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you 

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?” 

“jean, we’re literally dating-” 

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“ 

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point 

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt 

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby) 

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN 

Making holiday cards with him 

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before 

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him 

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE 

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen 

It just kinda,, did,, 

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something 

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control) 

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting 

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet- 

Y’all can probably guess what happened- 

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face* 

And so the war begins 

Two words: S N O W  F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-) 

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it 

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA 

Popcorn and cranberry garland 

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone 

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg 

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;) 

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho 

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-) 

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI 

Caroling with them omfg- 

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine 

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;) 

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that- 

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops 

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops 

[demareth]

fun fact: you WILL see me reblog anti jk rowling posts however you will NOT see me reblogging any of the posts shaming people for still liking harry potter

apparently unpopular opinion: but its ok if you still like harry potter... just as long as you are not giving that bitch any more money and you are educated about how shitty she is and are actively making choices not to give her any more fame/money

if i do decide to see the third fantastic beasts (big fat if because the second one was... yikes... hard to come back from that 😬) you bet your ass i will torrent that bitch. there isnt a snowballs chance in hell i will be getting that clusterfuck of a game because... YIKES and also really dont wanna give her any money even if it wasnt abominable. when i was at newbury comics the other day my mom tried to get me to look at the harry potter merch and i was like "NOPE NO! NO WAY MUM WE ARE NOT GIVING THAT WOMAN ANY MONEY" wouldnt even look at it because it makes me angey.

but yeah... i still like harry potter... like it or not it WAS an important part of my formation and evidently super unpopular opinion: it DID teach me a lot of morals growing up. the morals we learned may have been in spite of or in subconscious response to the authors biases... but we did learn them.

in the argument of seperating the art from the artist (as a nonbinary art educator fyi): it is possible to like and feel emotionally connected to the work someone did in spite of how horrible of a person they may have turned out to be. but you also need to engage with their work within that context. if anything, knowing how shitty of a person jk rowling is has made those lessons that more poignant, at least for me. because now i know smol child me was learning those lessons in subconscious response to how shitty she is. she probably didnt intend for us to take all of those lessons the way we did but we did in spite of her and i think thats kind of cool 😎

we arent saying youre a shitty person if you still love cthullu in 2022 because hp lovecraft was a raging racist are we?

we arent saying if you like picasso's paintings in 2022 youre a terrible person because he was an abusive dickhole are we?

anyway im just getting increasingly irritated by all of the posts shaming people for still liking harry potter. its ok to like art made by terrible people, its just critical to be critical of the artist themself within that. as long as you are not doing anything to give jk rowling more fame/money its ok to still like harry potter.

its infantalizing as hell to say people arent capable of that. and is really indicative of how black and white your thinking is.

done ranting sorry not sorry

[shadow--writer]

Hey there! I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if I could request headcanons for the main six and what it would be to cuddle/play fight with them? And make it extra fluffy! You’re writing is really awesome btw!!!

Dawwwww you’re making me blush. I’m so glad you like my writing :DDD

Hot dang my last post blew up way more than I thought it would more than my story too no im not bitter at all

So thanks so much! Hope ya like this, I’m glad you’re liking my writing ^^! Requests do be open my dudes, check out my pinned post bc Tumblr has a thing against links

Main six x MC play fight (cuddles would make it super long, if ya want cuddle headcanons send in another ask and I will be happy to get on it ^^)

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Julian

Play fighting with this man gets pretty intense and dramatic 

Ya know that one scene in Princess Bride with Indigo and Westley? 

Yeah that’s you and Julian, sword fighting with anything you can find around the house (if this is a modern au he would be quoting that movie no I don’t take criticism) 

Up and down the stairs swinging your fake swords, quipping back and forth

“You’ve bested me this time MC my sweet, but I’ll get my revenge!”

He’ll swish his coat back and forth like a villain’s cape

Things get intense as things go on, and he starts to take things seriously 

He’ll tackle and pin you down, declaring his win

“I win” you whisper

A bit of confusion “Why? I have you pinned!”

“Exactly”

That never fails to turn him bright red and sputtering 

During his sputterings, you flip things over on its head, holding your fake weapon to his throat

Dramatic swooning “Ah MC you wound me, using my momentary lapse against me!”

Dramatic death scene, this is Julian we’re talking about if he wasn’t dramatic he’s been replaced

“Ah and I’m dead.”

So much laughter coming from the two of you it’s unbelievable

“Ah, and what about my reward for besting you again?” ;)

Asra

Play fights with harmless magic

Tickle magic (think animated feathers), fake swords and so on (modern au he’d be a big fan of Star Wars lightsaber fights, imagine fighting with fake sabers with him)

You bop him on the head with a paper rolled up and he attacks

Magic and sparkles go everywhere, shooting out of his fingers

He does not play when it comes to play magic fights

And he will tackle you 

Like straight up launch through the air to take you down

Leaving you both laughing so hard you can’t get up 

“I do believe that’s my win MC. Care to reward me~?”

Smack him with a pillow and things turn into a pillow fight

Literally do anything and he will retaliate 

In a loving way of course, he enjoys hearing you laugh and goof around 

He would make light swords with magic 

Imagine how cool that would be though, like hear me out here

Turn off all the lights and fight in the dark, bouncing off the bed and couches, light swords illuminating your faces

If this was a modern au he’d be quoting Star Wars

In the end it’d be a draw

*swooning* “Oh MC you’re...too powerful!” *falls on you*

“Asraaaaaaaa!”

Lots of yelling and trying to (unsuccessfully) get him off of you 

You give in eventually, calling an end to the fight

Nadia

What do you mean by play fighting? She’s a countess she doesn’t play fight anymore-

Did...did you just bonk her on the head with a scroll?

You’d better run fast because she’s the youngest of six and she will kick your butt

She’ll chase you around the palace, throwing pillows at you 

Ducking behind surfaces, think a snowball fight but with pillows and blankets

“MC get back here!”

It’s the first time you see her like this, the weight lifted off her shoulders and laughing so much 

You will hit Valerius in the face at one point 

Knocking him and his wine over

Nadia goes to apologize, but then you nail her with a large pillow, also knocking her to the ground

Laughing so hard you fall over, you and Nadia laughing together

Valerius is embarrassed but won’t mention it if you won’t

Don’t tell anyone about this incident

She’ll kiss the top of your head, making you squeal breathlessly 

“I love you darling. We’ll call it a draw.”

“Well I clearly won!”

“A draw.”

Muriel

He’s so big he doesn’t wanna hurt you 

But when you smack him lightly with a small (magical) gust of wind it’s on

Honestly he’ll just pin you down and you have no hope of getting back up 

It’s very funny to him but less so to you

“I have you pinned, you have nowhere to go.”

He’s very ticklish on his sides so if you prod him there he’ll fall off of you with a squeak

Play fights with Muriel usually end up as tickle fights anyways

He’s too easy to beat at those, and you’re thankful for that

Otherwise you’d never win your play fights

Ever

He pouts and says you’re cheating 

All’s fair in love and war though ;)

If you straddle him he’s never getting up. Straight up will die on that floor with you on top of him 

Inanna joins in on the fighting, barking and jumping up and down

She’ll lick your faces when you both fall to the ground 

He’ll bundle you up in his arms, and roll over onto you, pinning you down with his palms

Both of you are out of breath and smiling like idiots

Gosh he’s so cute 

10/10 mountain man will play fight with again

Portia

She’ll make the ‘bzzst’ and swoosh sounds as she swings her fake sword

Don’t play with me she totally would

“I’ll win this fight don’t you worry!”

Pretending to be pirates, sword fighting across her house

You both have tripped on Pepi more than you’d like to say

Modern au (along with Julian from time to time) she’ll quote Pirates of the Caribbean at you 

Even dress up 

You’ll fall into pillows and blankets a lot her house is covered in them 

Bouncing off the couch, falling with muffled ‘oofs’ into pillow piles

Laughing at one another’s frizzled hair and how unimpressed Pepi is with the two of you

She’ll wrap her whole body around you to take you down

“Ha! I got you this time MC! You can’t escape me!”

Try as you will it will never happen

Fall back on her with a squeak onto the pillow pile

“No fairrrrr!”

You win this time just by falling over

She pouts about it for days, you teasing her about it

“I will beat you one of these days!”

Love fights she will always win

Kiss your face all over until you call for mercy she will

But she’ll cuddle with you after every play fight, both of you out of breath and giggling

Ah she’s so cute

Lucio

He has no idea the difference between play and real

Prepare yourself for an ass whooping because he was raised by Morga 

Also make sure to play with fake swords I cannot stress this enough-

He knows how to do a takedown, wrapping his arms around your waist and slamming you down on the bed 

Leaving you out of breath and kind of hurting 

Man was he always this strong?

“Ha! I bested you MC yet again!”

He wouldn’t mind if you used magic during a play fight, ever more challenging 

He would ask for kisses (and maybe more ;3) as a reward for taking you down

Again

He always wins, but you will beat him eventually 

How you do beat him his sitting on his chest, holding his hands above his head with yours

He’d make suggestive jokes I swear

“oho....things are heating up aren’t they?~”

Smack him

Do it

Make him wheeze before laughing 

“Fine, I guess you win just this time. Next time I won’t go as easy on you.”

Easy huh? 

Curse him to trip on himself for a whole day and we’ll see who’s going ‘easy’

He loves you though, and is always open to play fight anytime