#you could make a drinking game out of this

[rimzaaa]

Happily Ever After

Oneshot!

Pairing: Frontman(inho) x Female reader(y/n)

Fandom: Squid Game (오징어 게임)

Summary: What if the final game never truly ended? What if love survived the arena?

Y/N thought she had lost everything. The man she loved—dead. Her world—shattered. But when the mask comes off, and the truth is revealed, she's forced to face her deepest heartbreak all over again. With a newborn in her arms and her past standing in front of her, will she walk away… or risk everything for a second chance?

This is a story of betrayal, grief, found family, and the kind of love that crawls out of hell just to hold you again.

Warning: Violence & death. Blood & trauma. Canon-typical content. Emotional breakdowns. Heavy angst. Redemption arc. Some soft comfort & fluff. Mentions of suicidal ideation (brief)

Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction for Squid Game, and it’s centered around my favorite character—the Frontman (aka Inho/Young-il). I wanted to give the show an ending that we all think the characters deserve. This story means a lot to me, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback and reblogs mean the world 💌

Words Count: 4.2K+

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The air was thick — heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear.

Only three players remained: Y/N, Gi-hun, and Player 222 — Jun-hee’s daughter, too young to understand the stakes of the game.

They stood on the broad, red-stained surface of the triangle-shaped platform, raised high above the arena floor. It was wide enough to move, to run — or to fight. The ground beneath them felt solid, but the danger lay in the unspoken rule: one of them had to fall.

Y/N clutched the child tightly against her chest, her breath quick, her heartbeat louder than the ticking clock. A few feet away, Gi-hun stood in silence, eyes locked on the next shape — the circle, waiting for the moment someone would make the first move.

Time was running out.

Only two players could jump forward.

High above the arena, behind the wall of dark glass, the Frontman stood in silence — his mask reflecting the soft glow of the lights. The VIPs lounged nearby, laughing, drinking, placing their bets. But he wasn't listening.

His heart was pounding.

There they were.

Y/N and Gi-hun.

Two names from a life he barely recognized anymore.

Two people he once knew... back when he was still young-il.

Originally, he had entered the games as a player with one mission — to keep an eye on Gi-hun. But the moment he saw you, everything changed.

He fell for you. Hard.

Quietly. Helplessly.

And without telling a soul, he made himself a promise:

He would protect you. No matter the cost.

But now, as he watched from the shadows of power, that promise echoed bitterly in his chest.

Because all he could think about…

was what happened last night.

⟣ FLASHBACK ⟢

The room was dimly lit. Player 100 and Player 333 were fast asleep after the luxurious dinner arranged for them as finalists. Gi-hun and Y/N, however, remained awake — watching over the baby girl Jun-hee had entrusted to them.

Suddenly, a pink guard entered the room and walked toward them.

“The Leader wants to see you both,” he said flatly.

Gi-hun and Y/N exchanged a glance before standing up and silently following the guard.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft beep.

And there he was — the Frontman, seated calmly on a couch in his all-black uniform, his expression hidden behind a dark mask.

Gi-hun and Y/N walked in slowly, stopping in front of him.

“Sit down. This will take some time”

He said in his cold, commanding voice.

They obeyed, taking seats across from him.

“I have an offer for both of you.”

Both Gi-hun and Y/N stared at him, confused.

An offer?

The Frontman reached into the pocket of his long coat and pulled out two daggers, placing them on the table between them.

“Go and kill the remaining two players,” he said evenly. “And I’ll make sure you both walk out of here. The next game won’t happen — I promise you that.”

“Why should we trust you? Why would you help us?”

Gi-hun asked sharply, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Y/N, meanwhile, was silent — her eyes locked on the man behind the mask. Something in her gut told her something was coming… something big.

The Frontman’s eyes flicked between the two of them beneath his mask.

He took a slow breath, then reached up — pulling back the hood of his uniform.

Then, without a word, he removed his mask.

And looked straight at them.

“…young-il?”

Y/N whispered, her voice trembling, her breath catching.

Her hands shook as she stared at the man she had once fallen in love with inside these deadly walls — the man who had whispered soft promises to her in the dark. The man she’d mourned. The man she thought was long dead.

He wasn’t.

He was alive.

Right in front of her.

Part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms, to cry into his shoulder and tell him how much she missed him.

The other part wanted to grab that dagger… and drive it into his throat.

She clenched her fists tightly in her lap, her heart unraveling.

“young-il… you…?”

Gi-hun looked stunned, disbelief washing over his face. The man he once trusted — the one who had fought by his side — was the Frontman?

The Front Man lowered his head.

“In-ho”

He corrected quietly, barely above a whisper. There was guilt in his voice. Shame in his eyes.

He turned to Y/N. She was gripping the hem of her t-shirt tightly, her eyes glassy with tears — but she refused to let them fall.

“Why?”

Her voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“Why did you do this to us?”

Before In-ho could answer, Gi-hun suddenly stood up, grabbing one of the daggers off the table, rage flaring in his eyes. He raised It as if to strike but stopped just short — trembling, breath uneven.

“Why did you kill Jung-bae?”

He asked through gritted teeth.

In-ho didn’t flinch.

“I’m sorry for what happened to him,” he said. “But killing me now won’t fix it. Someone else will just take my place. You both need to get out of here — with that baby.”

There was a flicker of desperation in his voice.

Despite everything — the lies, the betrayal, the pain — he was still trying to protect them.

“I swear I’ll explain everything. But please… just do what I’m telling you. Go back. End this. I’ll make sure you both survive.”

Gi-hun scoffed bitterly, shaking his head before storming out of the room — dagger still in hand.

Now only Y/N remained.

She sat frozen in her chair, staring at the man across from her — the man she once gave her heart to.

In-ho slowly rose from the couch and stepped toward her.

But she was faster.

Y/N snatched the second dagger from the table and stood, holding it out toward him.

“Don’t… don’t come closer.”

In-ho froze.

“Don’t you dare come near me,”

She snapped, voice shaking.

“You’re a liar. A killer.”

Those words sliced deeper than any wound.

He had been called that before. Many times.

But coming from her?

It shattered something in him.

“Y/N”

He whispered, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!”

She screamed, stepping back.

“Don’t come any closer or I swear… I’ll kill myself.”

She pressed the dagger to her throat.

In-ho’s heart nearly stopped.

His hands flew up in surrender.

“Okay — okay. I won’t. I promise.”

“Y/N, please… just listen. Just this once.”

His voice cracked, stripped of all command.

He was no longer the Frontman now — he was just In-ho.

A man begging the woman he loved to believe in him one last time.

“I don’t believe you.”

Her voice was a whisper.

“You’re not young-il. You’re not the man I fell in love with.”

The words hit him like a bullet.

He couldn’t speak. Only watched as a tear finally slipped down her cheek.

“Please, Y/N,”

He breathed.

“Don’t say that. I know I’ve done horrible things. I’ve lied. I’ve killed. But my love for you — it was never part of the game. It was pure. It was real. It is real.”

She let out a bitter laugh.

“Pure? Do you even know what that word means?”

She lowered the dagger. Stepped back.

“I loved you. I really did. But now…”

She paused. Her voice cracked.

“If you love me — even a little — you’ll help us. You’ll help us all escape this sick, twisted world of yours.”

The words struck deep.

She threw the dagger to the floor with a sharp clatter.

Then turned.

And without looking back…

She walked away.

⟣ PRESENT ⟢

Y/N trembled with fear, but her grip on the baby girl remained steady as she cradled her tightly against her chest.

Across from her, Gi-hun stood frozen in thought, still lost in everything that had happened — and likely still struggling to accept the impossible truth: Young-il… was the Frontman.

“We can’t stay here forever,”

Gi-hun’s voice suddenly cut through the silence.

“We have to think of something.”

Y/N stepped closer to him, lowering her voice as if afraid someone — or something — might hear.

“Gi-hun…”

She glanced around warily, then met his eyes.

“Maybe… maybe we should wait. What if what In-ho said… what if it’s true?”

Gi-hun stared at her in disbelief.

“What?”

His voice cracked with pain.

“You think that man — the one who killed Jung-bae — will save us?”

The memory of that moment was still fresh in his mind.

The blood. The scream. The mask.

“Do you…”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion.

“Do you still love him, Y/N?”

Her heart stuttered in her chest.

She didn’t know the answer.

She’d spent the whole night convincing herself that In-ho was a monster — a liar, a murderer. But some part of her — the part that remembered whispered promises and warmth in a cold, brutal world — refused to let go.

“I don’t know,”

She whispered, eyes falling to the floor.

“But… I want to believe him.”

She didn’t dare look at Gi-hun after that — afraid of what she might see in his eyes.

Behind the dark glass wall, In-ho stood silently, watching it all unfold alongside the laughing, drunken VIPs. He didn’t need to hear her words to know what she was saying.

And God…

It was already tearing him apart.

His thoughts spun in every direction — calculating, panicking, hoping.

He turned his head slowly toward the VIPs, who were already placing bets and laughing about who would fall first.

His jaw tightened behind the mask.

He was running out of time.

But if there was even a single chance to stop this game — to end all of this — he was going to take it.

Gi-hun ran a hand through his hair, eyes flickering between Y/N and the baby in her arms.

The clock was ticking.

Tension rising.

He turned his gaze toward the last platform — the circle.

There wasn’t much time left.

If they didn’t act soon, all three of them would be eliminated.

“I’ll do it”

Gi-hun said quietly, not looking at her.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned to face her.

Stepping closer, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

“Y/N…”

His voice was low. Shaky. Thick with emotion.

“This baby — she’s innocent. Jun-hee entrusted her to us. She deserves to live.”

A beat.

“And you…”

He paused, his lips quivering slightly.

“I know you still love him. In-ho. And I don’t blame you.”

“You’re the best person I met here,”

He continued, voice breaking.

“And I know he loves you too. He won’t let you die.”

He tried to smile — a pained, trembling thing — as tears welled in his eyes.

“I have no one left.”

His voice cracked.

“My daughter… she’s safe. She’s happy. That’s enough for me.”

He looked down at the baby nestled in Y/N’s arms and smiled softly.

“I’ll go.”

“You both need to live.”

Y/N’s silent tears streamed down her face as she stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“No… I can’t let you die for us,”

She whispered, shaking her head desperately.

“You can’t just give up your life like this.”

Gi-hun held her close, his own tears falling freely now.

“Someone has to.”

He pulled back gently, brushing a hand over her arm. Then, leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead.

“Keep her safe, Y/N.”

“And take care of yourself, too.”

“I’m sure In-ho will come for you.”

He smiled faintly, then began stepping backward.

One step closer to the edge.

Y/N sobbed, her voice breaking apart as she screamed:

“NO! GIHUN, DON’T!!”

But he didn’t stop.

In-ho watched as Gi-hun stepped backward, inching closer to the edge of the triangle-shaped platform.

He stopped — just a few feet from falling.

This was it.

Now or never.

In-ho’s jaw tightened, fists clenched. His heart was hammering in his chest.

He couldn’t let Gi-hun die.

Not after the promise he made to her.

Behind the glass wall, his eyes stayed locked on Y/N.

She had fallen to her knees, crying, screaming, begging Gi-hun to stop.

The baby lay beside her on the platform — unaware of the nightmare unfolding around her.

In-ho’s chest burned with guilt.

The sight of her like that — broken, helpless — was unbearable.

“Goodbye, Y/N”

Gi-hun whispered, a faint, resigned smile on his lips.

And just as he was about to fall back—

BANG.

A gunshot tore through the silence.

Y/N screamed.

Gi-hun flinched, stumbling forward in shock.

Behind the glass, the room exploded into chaos.

In-ho stood holding a smoking gun — and one of the VIPs lay dead at his feet.

The remaining VIPs froze — stunned, furious, terrified.

“What the fuck did you just do?!”

One of them roared.

In-ho didn’t answer.

He simply raised his gun again, pointing it toward the one who spoke — who immediately backed off in fear.

“This game ends here”

He said, voice thick with rage and barely-contained grief beneath the mask.

He turned to one of the pink guards and gave a sharp nod.

Seconds later, the cold robotic voice echoed through the entire arena:

“The game has been stopped.”

On the platform below, Gi-hun and Y/N stared upward — eyes wide.

They knew.

They knew it was him.

Y/N lowered her head, tears still slipping down her cheeks — but a deep part of her exhaled in relief.

A part of her that knew he would come for her.

That he would keep his promise.

Another VIP stepped forward, but In-ho fired a shot into the ceiling — making him freeze instantly.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“You can’t do this!”

Another VIP spat.

“We fund your games! You exist because of us!”

In-ho stepped forward slowly, like a shadow rising.

“I’m ending this game.”

His voice was cold now. Final.

“And I’m ending you with it.”

The room was suddenly flooded with guards — all pink suits, all armed, their weapons now turned on the VIPs.

In-ho walked toward the exit.

“Boss!”

The black-mask officer called out.

“What do you want us to do with them?”

In-ho didn’t turn around.

Didn’t flinch.

“Kill them all”

He said quietly.

Then walked out of the room.

Gunshots echoed in the distance as In-ho stormed through the corridors, heading straight for the game arena.

His mind raced. His grip tightened on the gun still warm in his hand.

A pink-suited guard came running from the control room, nearly stumbling as he approached.

“Sir!”

In-ho stopped and turned toward him. “What is it?”

“We’ve got a problem. Coastal guards — they’re headed this way. We believe they’ve located the island.”

In-ho’s expression remained calm behind the mask, but inside, he knew this day would come.

His brother. Jun-ho.

He always knew he’d find him eventually.

In-ho followed the guard into the control room. A monitor flickered, showing the coordinates and proximity of the coastal ships — closer than ever.

Without hesitation, In-ho crossed to a locked panel on the wall.

He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the hidden compartment.

Inside: a single red button.

He didn't hesitate even for a second — then pressed it.

A piercing siren blared, echoing across the island.

“We’re leaving”

In-ho commanded, his voice like steel.

Guards scattered into motion around him, collecting hard drives, burning papers — prepping the evacuation.

On the Platform…

Gi-hun and Y/N looked up in alarm as the siren wailed through the sky.

“What… what is that?”

Y/N asked, her voice trembling.

Was In-ho behind this?

What was he planning?

Or worse… had he changed his mind again?

Gi-hun rushed to her side, knelt down, scooping the baby girl into his arms and wrapping his free arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Stay close,”

He whispered.

“Whatever’s coming… I’ve got you both.”

Suddenly, with a mechanical hiss, the center of the triangular platform began to open — revealing a hidden lift.

Both Y/N and Gi-hun stumbled back, stunned.

The platform rose again…

And there he was.

In-ho. Standing in his usual frontman dress. Mask still on.

“You… what the hell are you doing?!”

Gi-hun shouted, stepping forward as he carefully laid the baby back down.

“What’s going on?!”

Y/N froze, staring at In-ho — her chest rising and falling fast.

She wanted to scream, but something about his eyes beneath the mask told her… he hadn’t given up.

“I’m keeping my promise,”

In-ho said quietly as he stepped forward.

“There’s no time to explain. We have to move. Now.”

“This siren — what does it mean?”

Y/N demanded, her voice cracking between rage and fear.

In-ho knelt beside her, took off his mask and gently lifted the baby into his arms.

Gi-hun made a move, but Y/N’s small shake of her head stopped him.

In-ho looked down at the baby, his expressions changed just for a second. Maybe the memories of his unborn child hit him. He quickly composed himself then looked up at her.

“The island is rigged to explode. We don’t have much time.”

A beat.

“Y/N, please… just trust me. I’ll explain everything later. But if we don’t leave now, none of us make it out.”

Gi-hun took the baby from In-ho and gave Y/N a solemn nod.

“He’s right. Let’s go.”

Y/N stood, still glaring at In-ho.

He reached out a hand to help her up.

But she ignored it. As she was still angry at him. She stood on her own — proud, guarded.

In-ho lowered his hand and curled it into a tight fist, but said nothing.

He led them both out of the arena, through a hidden back corridor.

A hidden dock. A ship waiting.

The guards had already boarded the other escape vessels, leaving behind only the sound of alarms and the ticking clock of destruction.

Gi-hun boarded with the baby, Y/N right behind him.

In-ho hesitated, turning for one last look at the island.

And then he stepped aboard.

Moments later, the engines roared to life, and the ship sped away from the shore.

As they sailed into the horizon, a massive explosion lit up the sky behind them — the island engulfed in flames.

It was over.

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The sky was dark, moonlight hidden behind drifting clouds.

The steady sound of waves filled the air as the ship cut through the black ocean, heading toward the nearest safe dock.

Inside a quiet room below deck, Y/N gently rocked the baby girl in her arms — her tiny eyes fluttering closed, unaware of the world she’d survived.

Meanwhile, up on the deck, Gi-hun stood at the railing, staring blankly into the ocean, lost in thought.

Footsteps approached.

In-ho came to stand beside him, silent for a moment. Then he held out two small bottles of soju.

“You remember?” he said softly.

“We promised we’d drink soju together… once we made it out alive.”

Gi-hun didn’t even glance at him.

He let out a dry, bitter scoff and shook his head.

“I made that promise to young-il.”

In-ho lowered his head, guilt crashing over him like the waves below.

“I know,” he said quietly.

“And I know you hate me for everything I’ve done. You have every right to.”

He looked over at Gi-hun, whose eyes stayed locked on the horizon — silent, hard, unreadable.

“But let me fix things now. Whatever I can. I did… horrible things. I thought humanity was dead. But you—”

In-ho swallowed hard, voice thick.

“You proved me wrong.”

Gi-hun finally turned his head, surprised.

“You were going to give up your life… just to save Y/N. And that baby. You showed me… there are still good people left in this world.”

The man who once orchestrated death games… now standing beside him, confessing his defeat?

Gi-hun didn’t know how to respond.

Not fully.

But after a long pause, he reached out — and without looking — took one of the soju bottles from In-ho’s hand.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath.

He opened the bottle, still not meeting In-ho’s eyes.

But that single action said enough.

In-ho smiled faintly.

He didn’t speak again. He knew forgiveness wouldn’t come easy.

But maybe, just maybe…

This was the first step.

Y/N gently laid the baby down on the bed, her hands lingering on the blanket.

She leaned back against the headboard, eyes fluttering closed.

Click.

The door creaked open.

She sat up instantly.

In-ho stepped in and quietly shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

His voice was low. Hesitant. Not the voice of the Frontman. Just… his.

Y/N didn’t turn to face him.

“There’s nothing to talk about” she said, rising from the bed.

She turned her back to him — because she knew the moment she looked into his eyes, she’d lose all her resolve.

In-ho walked toward her slowly until he stood just a few steps away.

“Y/N…” he breathed.

“I know you hate me. And I deserve that. But…”

His voice cracked.

“Please believe me — loving you was never part of the game. I lied, yes. I did unforgivable things. But you— You were the only truth in all of it.”

His eyes shimmered. His voice, shaking.

Y/N turned sharply and stepped toward him, rage flooding through her chest.

She grabbed his collar with trembling hands.

“How dare you.”

Tears spilled from her eyes now — raw, broken, endless.

“You LIED to me. You faked your death. Do you even understand what that did to me?”

“I wanted to die. Because in a world where you didn’t exist — what was the fucking point of living?”

In-ho’s eyes dropped to the floor.

Her words shattered him.

And then — he fell.

Dropped to his knees.

Like a broken man — like a boy who lost everything.

He wrapped his arms around her legs, clinging to her like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I made you feel that way…”

His voice was barely a whisper, thick with the weight of every buried emotion he’d ever carried — ones he’d never shown the world… except to her.

Y/N stood frozen — watching him.

The Frontman. The cold-blooded man behind the mask.

Now crying like a child at her feet.

She slowly knelt down, trembling, and gently cupped his face in her palms.

She wiped his tears away with her thumbs.

“I… I want to forgive you,” she whispered.

“But I can’t. Not after everything you did — to me, to us.”

In-ho’s heart lurched. His breath caught. Was this it? Was this the end?

“No” he whispered urgently, cupping her face.

He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Don’t say that. You don’t mean it. I know you don’t. Please — just one chance. Let me prove I’ve changed. Let me be better.”

He pulled back, searching her eyes for anything — a flicker of hope, the softness she used to show him.

But all he saw was pain.

So much pain.

She didn’t answer. She just shook her head.

And something inside him broke.

“Y/N, please…”

His voice cracked under the weight of desperation.

His hands trembled.

“I’ll protect you both — you and the baby. I’ll take you far away from this hell. I’ll keep you safe. Just… please don’t leave me like this. Please—”

He was spiraling — voice unraveling, panic rising.

She slowly stood up.

Took a single step back.

And that was enough.

“It’s over, In-ho.”

⋆｡°✩ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✩°｡⋆

The house smelled of warm vanilla and sugar. Y/N had just finished baking Yu-ri’s favorite cookies.

Yu-ri — that was the name she’d given Junhee’s daughter. Now one year old, chubby-cheeked, bright-eyed… the spitting image of her mother.

Tiny footsteps pattered into the kitchen.

“Mama.”

Y/N turned with a soft smile. Yu-ri stood there, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her tiny fists. She was still half-asleep, but hearing her voice always filled Y/N’s chest with a bittersweet ache.

She knelt, scooping her up into her arms and kissing her temple.

“Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”

Yu-ri gave a slow nod, wrapping her small arms around Y/N’s neck.

Just then, her phone rang from the living room. Y/N’s face lit up when she saw the caller ID.

Gihun.

She pressed the green button, settled on the couch, and gently placed Yu-ri in her lap.

“Hey! Gihun. How are you?”

“I’m good. What about you? And how’s the little queen?”

“She just woke up. Moody as always”

Y/N laughed, just as Yu-ri peeked into the camera and babbled: “Un..cle!”

Gihun chuckled, but his eyes glistened with tears.

“She looks… just like Junhee,”

He said softly, and a flicker of pain crossed his face.

Sensing the shift in mood, Y/N tried to steer the conversation gently.

“So? Adjusted to American life yet?”

Gihun had moved to the U.S. a year ago to be closer to his daughter — trying to start fresh, to live differently.

“Yeah. You could say I’m figuring it out.”

Then, a pause.

“Y/N… Inho called me last night.”

Her smile faded.

Inho. The man she had once loved. The man who had broken her.

The memories crashed into her like a wave — the betrayal, the lies, the pain… and somehow, still, the love.

“I forgave him,” Gihun said gently.

“He’s changed, Y/N. And I hope, someday, you’ll be able to forgive him too.”

Before she could respond, the front door creaked open.

“I’ll call you later, Gihun.” She ended the call and placed the phone aside.

“I’m home!”

A familiar voice called.

Yu-ri’s entire face lit up.

“Appa! Appa!!”

She scrambled off the couch and ran to the door.

Inho walked in, catching her in his arms instantly.

“Aww, appa’s little princess” He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

“Can appa get a kiss too?”

Yu-ri giggled and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, making him laugh.

He stepped into the living room, holding her, and Y/N stood nearby — a plate of warm cookies in her hand.

“Yu-ri, come baby. Let’s eat.”

Yu-ri gasped excitedly, “Yayyy!” and reached for the cookies.

Inho gently set her down, and she happily took a big bite.

Y/N turned to head back into the kitchen—

But Inho caught her wrist.

She turned to him.

He dropped down on one knee.

A small red velvet box in his hand.

Y/N’s heart stopped.

“I know you weren’t expecting this”

Inho began, his voice trembling.

“And I know you haven’t fully forgiven me. But it’s been a year… and I’m so thankful you decided to give me a second chance that night”

“Today, I want to make it official. I want to be a father to Yu-ri. I want to be yours — forever.”

“Y/N"

"Will you marry me?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

Could this really be happening?

The memories of the games, the horror, the heartbreak… it all came crashing back — but so did every moment of change, of healing, of the quiet love that had grown again.

She nodded slowly, her voice breaking:

“Yes.”

Inho’s eyes widened, stunned.

“I forgave you, Inho. I just never said it. You’ve changed — and you’ve proven it.”

“But promise me… you’ll never go back to who you were.”

He stood, pulling her into his arms.

“I swear. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you both the happiness you deserve.”

He slid the ring onto her finger.

They both smiled through their tears.

And then he leaned in and kissed her — a soft, emotional kiss filled with everything they couldn’t say. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, returning it with just as much love.

“Oooo…”

Yu-ri’s curious voice made them break the kiss and laugh.

Inho picked her up again and tickled her until she squealed with joy.

Y/N grabbed her phone with a grin.

“Time to tell someone the news.”

She video-called Gihun.

“What happened? You ended the call so suddenly earlier—”

She raised her hand.

The ring sparkled on her finger.

Inho stepped in, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“WHAT? He proposed to you?!”

Gihun’s jaw dropped.

“Damn! I’m so happy for you both,”

He said, his voice cracking, eyes glassy.

“We have decided to officially make Yu-ri our daughter” Inho added.

Gihun nodded in approval.

“After everything… you two deserve this. A real, peaceful life.”

“Finally,”

He smiled.

“A happy ending.”

Y/N and Inho echoed together:

“Yes"

"Happily ever after.”

[flux1563]

Sex Adventure ft Lee Nagyung

Tags : squirting, spanking, creampie, cum in mouth, cum in face, record

Words : 9k

Nagyung was a girl who danced through life with the grace of a gazelle and the heart of a poet. Her eyes, a soft shade of hazelnut, held secrets untold, a gentle curiosity that made her irresistible to those who knew her. She had a way of making silence speak louder than words and could transform any mundane moment into a canvas of wonder with her vivid imagination. Her laughter was like the melody of a distant bell, resonating through the corridors of her small town and bringing smiles to the faces of all who heard it.

On a particular afternoon, Nagyung decided to visit the library, her favorite sanctuary. She stepped through the heavy oak doors and was greeted by the welcoming scent of aged paper and quiet whispers of stories untold. Her fingers danced along the spines of books, feeling the ridges like the contours of a lover's face. Each book promised a world of adventure and knowledge, and she felt alive as she picked one at random.

The rain had been playing a shy game of peekaboo with the clouds all day, but as she exited the library, it finally decided to make an appearance. The drops grew from a soft patter to a furious crescendo, soaking Nagyung to the bone in a matter of minutes. She looked around, her eyes catching the neon lights of a nearby coffee shop, a beacon in the monochrome deluge.

"Hey, Nagyung!" a voice called out from the downpour. It was her boyfriend, his face barely visible through the heavy curtain of rain. He jogged over, holding a flimsy umbrella that was doing its best to shield him. "What a surprise to see you here," he said, his smile wide despite the dreary weather. She laughed, the sound as warm as the first sip of tea on a cold day, and they ducked under the overhang of the coffee shop. "Want to grab something hot before we go home?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The rain showed no signs of letting up. It hammered against the windows of the coffee shop, the sound a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of their hearts. They sipped their drinks and chatted about their favorite books, their voices rising above the din of the storm. It was then that the idea struck them, as sudden and unpredictable as a bolt of lightning.

"Why don't we just book a hotel for the night?" Nagyung's boyfriend asked, his voice a mix of excitement and hope. She looked at him, the wheels in her mind spinning. It was an adventure she hadn't anticipated, but the thrill of the unplanned was a siren call she couldn't resist. "We can stay here, watch movies, and just enjoy each other's company," he added, his eyes full of earnestness.

The coffee in Nagyung's cup grew cold as she contemplated the proposal. It was a bold step, one that made her pulse quicken. But she knew she could trust him; they had built a fortress of respect and affection over the months they had been together. She took a deep breath and nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting into a grin. "Okay," she said, her voice as clear as a bell in the quiet space between the storm's breaths. "Let's do it."

And so, with the rain as their chaperone, they set out to find a cozy refuge for the night, unsuspecting of the intimate journey that lay ahead of them in the quiet confines of a hotel room.

The hotel was a quaint little place, the kind that looked like it had seen a hundred love stories unfold within its walls. They checked in, their cheeks flushed with excitement and nerves, and took the elevator to the third floor. The doors opened to reveal a corridor with a crimson carpet that muffled their footsteps. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and the faint hum of the rain outside.

Nagyung's heart was a wild drum, beating so fast she could feel it in her throat. This was new territory for her, a place where reality and the whispers of her imagination danced in a delicate tango. She had never been to a hotel with a guy before, let alone her boyfriend. The thought sent a thrill of excitement and apprehension through her body, making her fidget with the hem of her soaked dress.

They found their room, a cozy retreat that seemed to be waiting just for them. As the door closed behind them, the noise of the storm was reduced to a soothing lullaby. The room was warm and inviting, with a queen-sized bed dressed in soft, cream-colored linens that looked as smooth as a freshly baked cake. The scent of lavender filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and electrifying.

Without a word, Nagyung's boyfriend took her hand and led her to the center of the room. They stood there, their eyes locked, the rain outside playing a serenade to their impending intimacy. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and kissed her. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of the pent-up passion that had been simmering between them for weeks. Nagyung melted into him, her body responding with a hunger she hadn't known she had. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if to absorb him into her very essence.

The kiss grew intense with each passing second. His lips moved from hers to trace a fiery path down her neck. Each kiss sent shivers down her spine, her body arching towards his touch like a flower reaching for the sun. She moaned softly, the sound a sweet surrender to the moment. His hands found their way to the small of her back, pulling her even closer, as if trying to mold her to his form. The fabric of her dress felt like a barrier to the heat emanating from his skin, and she longed to feel him against her bare flesh.

Nagyung's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing shallow and rapid. The rain outside seemed to mimic the rhythm of their hearts, a tempo that grew wilder with every caress. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "Ahh," she gasped, her hands gripping his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. He kissed her neck again, and she felt his tongue dart out, tasting her sweetness like a thirsty man finding an oasis in the desert. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a whimper of desire.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of sensations, trying to process the sudden onslaught of pleasure. She felt his hands slip down to the zipper of her dress, the sound of the metal teeth parting a stark contrast to the gentle patter of rain. "I think we need to clean up first," she managed to murmur, her voice a soft plea against the background of the storm. He pulled away, his eyes searching hers, and she nodded, her cheeks a rosy shade of pink.

They walked hand in hand to the en suite bathroom, the floor cold against their wet shoes. Nagyung turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water joining the symphony of the rain outside. He took off his shirt, revealing a chest that was a testament to his dedication at the gym. Nagyung felt a thrill as she watched his muscles flex, his skin glistening with raindrops. He stepped closer, his hands reaching for the zipper of her dress again. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come.

With gentle care, he slid the zipper down, the fabric parting like the petals of a blooming flower. He kissed her again, his hands slipping under the material to caress her bare skin. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. His eyes roamed over her, filled with a reverence that made her feel like a work of art. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra with a practiced ease, and it too dropped away. She stepped out of her wet panties, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

"Don't stare at me like that," Nagyung whispered, her voice a soft tremble. She tried to cover herself, her hands shielding her breasts and the curve of her spine. But he didn't let her hide. His eyes searched hers, a silent promise that he would cherish every inch of her. "You're so beautiful, Nagyung," he murmured. "Don't be shy."

Her cheeks grew warmer, but she couldn't deny the thrill his words brought her. He took her hands in his, his thumbs brushing against her knuckles in a soothing gesture. "Let me see you," he urged, his voice a soft command. Slowly, she lowered her arms, revealing her body to him in all its glory. Her breasts, small and pert, rose and fell with each breath she took, her nipples peaked from the cool air and his hungry gaze.

Nagyung felt a mix of vulnerability and power as he looked at her. It was like being seen for the first time, truly seen, and it was exhilarating. He stepped closer, his warmth enveloping her as he reached for the waistband of his boxers. "Can you pull these away?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Nagyung nodded and sank to her knees. The plush hotel carpet cushioned her, the pattern swirling before her eyes as she focused on the task at hand. With trembling fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the band and slowly drew them down. And there it was, his manhood, standing proud and firm before her. She couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it; it was indeed longer than her face, thick and veiny, the tip a dark shade of red that spoke of his arousal.

Her eyes widened, and she felt a strange thrill course through her body. It was a moment of revelation, a moment where she understood the depth of his desire for her. The sight was both terrifying and thrilling, a symbol of the intimate connection they were about to share. She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering just above the shaft, unsure of what to do.

"I don't know if it's so big," Nagyung said, her voice a mix of wonder and uncertainty. Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance, her cheeks flaming redder than the embers of a dying fire. He chuckled softly, a sound that was as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. "It's okay," he assured her, taking her hand in his and guiding it to his cock. "We'll go slow, I promise."

He began to give her instructions, his voice low and gentle, a masterful blend of patience and desire. "Open your mouth," he murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She obeyed, her mouth a perfect 'O' of innocence and curiosity. "Now, just kiss the tip, like you're saying hello to it," he instructed. Nagyung leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head of his cock, her eyes never leaving his. The feel of his skin on her mouth was foreign and exciting, like a secret she hadn't been allowed to uncover.

Encouraged by his soft moan, she began to explore him with her tongue. It was a strange dance, one she had only ever read about in books. She flicked the sensitive spot beneath the head, feeling him twitch in response. His instructions grew more detailed, his breathing more ragged. "Now, take a little more of me in," he urged, his voice strained with need. "Just the tip, for now." Nagyung did as she was told, her mouth stretching to accommodate him. It was an odd sensation, but the way his eyes closed in pleasure made her feel powerful.

As she grew bolder, she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her without force. "That's it," he groaned. "Just like that, baby." His praise was like a sweet nectar, fueling her desire to learn, to give him everything he wanted. She took more of him in, her throat tightening around his girth. It was a challenge she hadn't anticipated, but she was determined to conquer it.

But as she tried to go deeper, her inexperience became apparent. Her eyes watered, and she gagged, her body rebelling against the intrusion. Nagyung pulled back, coughing lightly, her eyes wide with apology.

"It's okay," her boyfriend assured her, his voice gentle. "Let's try again." He stepped into the shower, the water cascading down his body, the steam filling the room with a warm embrace. "Just relax," he urged, holding out a hand to help her up.

Her eyes searched his, and she found the encouragement she needed. Nagyung stood, her body shaking slightly, and joined him in the shower. The water washed over her, warm and soothing, the droplets clinging to her lashes like diamonds. He kissed her again, his tongue coaxing hers to dance with his. Her hands roamed his body, exploring the contours of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin.

Her confidence grew with each touch, and she lowered herself again, her eyes never leaving his. This time, she took a deep breath and took more of him into her mouth, her teeth scraping lightly against the velvety skin. His moan echoed in the small bathroom, and she felt a thrill of success. Nagyung pushed the limits of her comfort, her mouth stretching to accommodate his length. The taste was new, musky and salty, a heady blend of man and desire.

Her jaw began to ache, but she didn't stop. His hands held her head, not pushing but guiding, showing her the rhythm that brought him pleasure. She felt the tension in his thighs, the way his abs tightened with each stroke of her tongue. It was a dance of passion, a silent conversation of lust and love. Each gasp and groan from him was a note in a symphony that played only in the confines of the shower, the rain outside a muffled backdrop to their intimate performance.

Nagyung's eyes watered again, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath and took more of him, pushing through the discomfort. It was a testament to her love, a willingness to explore the uncharted territories of their relationship.

Her boyfriend's eyes grew hooded with pleasure as he watched her, his breath coming in harsh pants. "U are doing great, honey," he said, his voice strained. "Can I go fast?" Nagyung nodded, her eyes never leaving his, a silent affirmation of her readiness to take this step with him.

He took a firm grip of her hair, his hands winding through the wet strands like vines claiming a tree. Nagyung felt a thrill at his dominance, a strange sense of surrender that made her knees wobble. He began to thrust into her mouth, setting a tempo that was fast and rough. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her throat was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that she hadn't anticipated.

"Your throat is so wet, so tight," he groaned, his praise spurring her on. Nagyung's eyes watered even more, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on the sounds of his enjoyment, the way his body responded to her efforts. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel more alive than she ever had. Her hands reached out to hold onto his hips for balance, her nails digging into his skin.

The water from the shower washed over them both, mixing with the sweat that had begun to bead on their foreheads. Nagyung's mouth was a blur of motion, her cheeks hollowed with each bob of her head. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking more forcefully with each thrust. She could feel him getting closer, his entire body tensing with the effort to hold back.

And then it was too much. He pulled away with a gasp, his hand shooting out to brace himself against the tiled wall. Nagyung looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pride and confusion. He leaned down, his eyes burning with desire. "I can't hold it much longer," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

Her heart raced, the question a challenge she hadn't expected. But she nodded, eager to experience every part of this intimate act. He took a deep breath and pushed back into her mouth, his strokes growing more erratic. She could feel his cock swell, the pulse of his veins against her tongue.

And then it happened. With a roar, he came, filling her mouth with his warm release.

Before she had a chance to react, he pulled out his cock, his eyes alight with a mischievous glint. "Now, keep your mouth open," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Don't spoil it."

Nagyung, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed, did as she was told. She felt the weight of his cum in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. It was a strange, salty flavor that she had never experienced before. He took out his phone and snapped a photo, capturing the moment of her submission and his triumph.

The camera flashed, freezing the scene in a burst of light. Nagyung's eyes were wide with shock and arousal, her mouth open to show the evidence of his climax. The photo was raw, unfiltered, a testament to their newfound intimacy.

He looked at the image with a smirk, his eyes lingering on her face, her open mouth, the string of cum connecting them.

"Now drink all of it," he whispered, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down Nagyung's spine. She knew this was part of the experience, part of the journey they were embarking on together. With a deep breath, she swallowed his essence, the salty warmth sliding down her throat. She felt a strange mix of submission and power, a thrill that made her core throb.

Her eyes never left his as she did so, her gaze filled with a mix of challenge and desire. His eyes grew dark with lust as he watched, his hand reaching down to stroke himself gently, the remnants of his orgasm still evident. The water from the shower cascaded down their bodies, mixing with the sticky residue of his pleasure, creating rivulets that ran down their legs.

Once she had taken it all, Nagyung leaned in and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of him with a passion that surprised even herself. His hands roamed her body, his touch more urgent now, his need for her palpable.

They stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to their skin like a second skin. Nagyung felt a sense of liberation, as if the rain had washed away her inhibitions along with the grime of the day. They toweled off, their eyes never leaving each other's, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

The bed called to them like a siren's song, the soft lights of the room casting shadows that danced across their bodies. He pushed her gently onto the bed, the sheets cool and crisp against her heated flesh. Nagyung felt a thrill of excitement as she looked up at him, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum.

Her boyfriend took his time exploring her body, his mouth and hands leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Nagyung's body was a canvas of sensation, each touch and caress a brushstroke that painted a picture of their passion. He took her right nipple between his teeth, rolling it gently as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. She arched into his mouth, her breath hitching in her throat. His other hand cupped her left breast, his thumb flicking her nipple in time with the sucking motions of his mouth.

"Ah, yes," Nagyung moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "Just like that." His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel her arousal building, a warm ache that begged for release. Her hips rolled in silent invitation, her body eager for the next act in their intimate play.

With a final, lingering suck, he released her nipple and moved his hand to her wetness, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you want me to touch this?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with desire. His fingers hovered over her pussy, the anticipation of his touch almost unbearable.

"Yes," Nagyung whimpered, her voice a soft plea. "Please, touch me."

Her boyfriend smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "If you want it, you'll have to beg for it," he said, his hand still poised above her.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she didn't hesitate. "Please," she begged, her voice a needy whisper. "Please, touch me."

He dipped a single digit into her folds, the sensation making her hips jerk upwards. "Beg," he urged, his voice a dark command that sent shivers down her spine.

Nagyung's breath hitched, and she swallowed hard. "I'm begging you," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "I need you so badly."

Satisfied with her response, he slid his finger into her, the intrusion making her gasp. He pumped it in and out slowly, watching her reaction with a hunger that was almost predatory. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

Nagyung nodded, her voice lost to the whimpers and gasps that filled the room. "Yes," she managed to choke out. "More, please."

Her boyfriend's smirk grew wider as he complied, sliding a second finger into her tight, wet heat. "Ahhh," she moaned, her back arching off the bed. "It's so good, fuck." Her words were punctuated by the rhythmic sounds of his fingers moving within her. She had never felt so full, so alive. Her hips began to rock in time with his motions, her body begging for more.

"Fuck, it's too much," she panted, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her walls clamped down around his digits, desperately trying to hold on to the sensation. But she wanted more. "I wanna cum," she whined, her voice high and needy. "Make me cum."

He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin just enough to make her squirm. "Patience," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "We're just getting started."

Her eyes snapped open, the challenge in his voice igniting a fire in her belly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I need you."

With a groan, he gave in, his fingers moving faster, pressing deeper. Nagyung's moans grew louder, filling the room like the crescendo of a symphony. "I'm gonna cum," she screamed, the words a declaration of her impending orgasm.

Her body tensed, muscles tightening around his hand as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Yes, yes," she chanted, her voice hoarse from the force of her cries. She felt him add a third finger, stretching her even more, pushing her closer to the edge.

The orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt, her entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. Nagyung's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she rode the crest of the wave. Her nails dug into his back, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of her climax.

For a moment, they lay still, their breathing ragged in the quiet of the hotel room. The only sound was the patter of rain against the window, a gentle reminder of the world outside their private sanctuary. And then, before she could even catch her breath, he attacked her pussy again, his fingers moving with a ferocity that took her by surprise.

"Ahh, Y/N, stop!" she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. "I can't, it's too much!" But he didn't relent, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace of his ministrations. His tongue mimicked the motion of his fingers, a delicious torment that had her panting and writhing beneath him.

Nagyung's body was a maelstrom of sensation, each stroke and suck a declaration of war on her senses. "It's too good," she moaned, the words torn from her as he worked her clit with a hunger that was insatiable. "I can't think, fuck." Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

He chuckled against her mouth, his fingers relentless. "You're so sweet," he murmured. "So tight and wet." His voice was a dark caress that only served to inflame her further. She could feel another orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each passing second.

"Ahh, Y/N, stop!" she screamed, her body rigid with the effort to hold back. But he didn't listen, his mouth and fingers a relentless force that demanded she give in to the pleasure. "Please, it's different!"

And then it happened. Her body arched off the bed, a spurt of wetness soaking the sheets as she squirted for the first time in her life. Nagyung's eyes widened in shock as she felt the warm liquid spray against his face. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his mouth eagerly lapping up her essence.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of vulnerability and power that left her trembling. She watched, her eyes glazed with desire, as he drank her in, savoring every drop. Her body continued to spasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers as if to hold onto the pleasure.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're so fucking perfect."

Her breathing was still ragged, her heart racing like a wild horse. "What was that?" she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears.

"That, my love," he said, kissing her deeply, "was just the beginning."

The storm outside had passed, but the tempest inside her had just begun. Nagyung knew that this night would change everything, that she had just unlocked a door to a new world of passion and desire. And as she lay there, her body still quaking from the aftermath of her first squirt, she couldn't help but crave what was to come.

Her boyfriend kissed his way up her body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire on her sensitive skin. Nagyung's eyes followed him, her thoughts racing. What else would he teach her? What other secrets of pleasure awaited her in his arms?

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on her breasts, her flat stomach, and the drenched juncture of her thighs. "You're mine," he whispered, the possessiveness in his voice making her shiver. "And tonight, I'm going to show you just how much."

With trembling legs, Nagyung did as she was told, getting onto all fours. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. This was new territory, unexplored and thrilling. Her palms pressed into the softness of the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat that burned through her body.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready, the head nudging at her entrance.

Without warning, he slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Ahh!" Nagyung gasped, the sting of pain mingling with the heat of desire.

"Beg for it," he said, his voice a low growl. "Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."

Nagyung's cheeks burned, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into the humiliation, her voice a needy whine. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Use me like a slut."

His hand came down again, the impact making her yelp. "Say it louder," he demanded, his fingers sliding through her wetness to tease her clit.

"Make my mind can't think," she whimpered, her voice growing stronger, each word more erotic and slutty than the last.

The slaps grew more rhythmic, punctuating her pleas like a drumbeat. "Please," she moaned, "make me your slut."

The head of his cock pushed against her, the pressure building. "Beg," he urged, his hand still raining slaps on her ass. "Beg for me to fill you up."

"I'm begging you," she screamed, the sting of each slap pushing her closer to the edge of madness. "Take me, use me, make me cum."

Her words were like a password to a secret chamber, unlocking his restraint. With a roar, he slammed into her, his cock filling her to the brim. Nagyung's body jolted, the mix of pleasure and pain sending her spiraling. "Yes, yes," she moaned, her voice a desperate chant. "Harder, faster."

He complied, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound filled the room, a symphony of their passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Nagyung could feel the pressure building inside her, a warm coil that tightened with each movement of his hips. "I wanna cum," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "It's too good."

"Already?" Y/n teased, his voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "It's only been a few minutes."

"Ahh... your cock," Nagyung panted, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "It's just too good, too big, fuck."

He chuckled, the sound low and primal, and leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. His hands found her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "Let me cum," she begged, her voice strained. "I can't hold it any longer."

Her boyfriend's hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her clit. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a mix of command and need. Nagyung opened her eyes, her vision swimming with passion. His eyes were dark, his expression intense.

With a brutal tug, he pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. The pain was sharp and sudden, but it only served to heighten her arousal. The slap that followed was even harder, the impact echoing through her body. Her pussy clamped down, tightening around his cock like a vice. And that's when it happened.

With a feral growl, he pulled out in one swift motion, the sudden emptiness making her body spasm. Nagyung's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking as the squirt began. It was like a dam had broken, her juices spurting out, soaking the sheets beneath her. She had never felt so wild, so out of control.

Y/n chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with an ease that spoke of his strength. "Again," he said, his voice a command. "Get on your hands and knees."

Nagyung complied, her legs trembling. He lined up his cock with her pussy, the head nudging against her clit. With a wicked smirk, he slapped her ass once more before plunging back inside her. The force of his entry made her scream, the pain mixing with the pleasure that was now a constant throb in her veins.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard," he promised, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear. His hips began to move again, the tempo fast and relentless. Nagyung felt the tension coil inside her, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust. "You're so wet," he murmured, his hand reaching around to toy with her clit. "You love this, don't you?"

Her only response was a moan, her voice lost in the storm of sensation. Each slap of his skin against hers was a jolt of pleasure, each stroke of his cock a lightning bolt through her core. She was close, so close she could taste it.

"I'm gonna come," she gasped, the words barely coherent. "I can't stop it."

He slapped her again, the sting sending her spiraling. "Do it," he growled. "Let me feel it."

Nagyung's body obeyed, her pussy clenching down as she squirted, the liquid spraying out of her with a force that surprised even her. She cried out, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.

But just as the waves of pleasure began to subside, she felt him pull out. "No," she whimpered, the sudden emptiness a cruel tease. But before she could protest, he was pushing back in, filling her up again.

The cycle continued, each squirt met with a slap and a renewed assault on her senses. Nagyung's body was no longer her own, a plaything for his pleasure. Each time she felt the orgasm build, she would beg for release, only for him to pull out and let her squirt again. It was a delicious torment, a dance of pleasure and pain that had her on the edge of sanity.

The hours blurred together, a blur of wetness and moans, of skin slapping against skin. Her ass was a canvas of red, the sting a constant reminder of her submission. And yet, she didn't want it to end. She craved the feeling of his cock inside her, the way he filled her so completely.

Finally, Nagyung could take no more. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her body a writhing mass of pleasure. "Please," she sobbed, her voice a desperate plea. "Let me come with you."

He paused, his eyes searching hers. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Beg for my cum."

Her eyes watered, the humiliation mixing with her desperation. "I'm begging you," she moaned, her voice a broken whisper. "I need it, please."

With a final slap, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Nagyung's pussy clenched, desperate for his touch. He climbed over her, his cock hovering above her ass. "Say it," he demanded. "Say you're my slut."

"I'm your slut," she whispered, the words a sweet surrender.

And with that, he slammed back into her, his hips pumping with a ferocity that had her screaming his name. They moved together, a single entity caught in the throes of passion. The room spun, the world narrowed to the feel of him inside her, the slap of skin, the sound of their breaths.

And then, with a roar, he came, his hot cum filling her up. Nagyung's body shuddered, another orgasm tearing through her. The feeling of his release inside her was like coming home, a warm embrace that completed the cycle of their love.

But as the waves of pleasure receded, a strange sensation began to creep over her. Her vision swam, the room spinning like a carousel out of control. Nagyung's eyesight grew dim, and she could feel her body begin to give out.

Her boyfriend pulled out, his chest heaving with the effort of his climax. "Nagyung?" he asked, his voice tight with concern. But she couldn't respond, couldn't even lift her head. The world was spinning too fast, the lights too bright.

Her limbs felt like jelly, her body too heavy to move. Nagyung's eyes rolled back, the room going dark. The last thing she felt was his arms around her, his warmth a beacon in the chaos.

He gathered her up, his strong arms cradling her against his chest. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice soothing. "You're okay." He laid her down gently, the softness of the bed a stark contrast to the tempest that had just ravaged her body.

Nagyung's eyes fluttered closed, the darkness a welcome reprieve from the spinning lights. Her boyfriend hovered over her, his eyes filled with worry. "I've got you," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. He held her tight, his body a shelter from the storm that raged within her.

And as she slipped into unconsciousness, she felt his arms tighten around her, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that lulled her into a deep sleep. The last thing she heard was his whispered promise, a vow to protect and cherish her, even in the darkest moments.

Y/n lay beside her, his own eyes heavy with the weight of their passion. He watched as she slept, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The room had stilled, the only sound the gentle patter of rain on the window. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power of their connection, the way she had given herself to him so completely.

He reached out, his hand tracing the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "My sweet girl," he murmured, his voice filled with love. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Rest now. We'll explore more tomorrow."

And with that, he allowed himself to be claimed by the siren call of sleep, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Together, they lay in the aftermath of their storm, their hearts beating in unison, their bodies tangled in a dance of love and lust.

The night stretched out before them, a canvas of unexplored desire. But for now, all that mattered was the here and now, the warmth of their bodies intertwined, the promise of more to come. And as the rain outside grew softer, their breaths grew deeper, the world outside forgotten in the embrace of their shared passion.

Yet, it wasn't long before Y/n's slumber was disrupted by the gentle squelching of Nagyung's pussy, still coated in their mixed juices. His cock, ever the eager participant, began to stir anew, hardening against her thigh. He took a moment to admire the beauty of her sleeping form, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the softness of her skin, and the way her pussy glistened with the remnants of their love making.

With a quiet groan, he shifted into a spooning position, his hand reaching down to stroke his growing erection. The sight of her, the feel of her, was too much to bear. He needed more, needed her, even in her sleep. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. With a gentle push, he slid inside her, her body welcoming him without a sound.

Nagyung stirred, the feeling of his cock filling her up even in her slumber a strange, yet comforting sensation. She didn't wake fully, instead letting out a sleepy moan that was music to his ears. Her body responded automatically, her hips rolling back to meet his, the warmth of her pussy enveloping him.

"Ahh, Y/n, keep going," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Her eyes remained closed, but her body was fully awake, the slickness of her pussy speaking volumes. He complied, his strokes growing more deliberate, the sound of their union a quiet symphony in the dimly lit room.

"How does it feel to lose your virginity to me?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress against the shell of her ear. Nagyung's breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine. "It feels... amazing," she whispered, her words a soft sigh on the pillow. "Like I've found something I didn't know I was looking for."

Her response was all he needed, the validation of his love and her willingness to explore this new chapter in their relationship. He kissed the back of her neck, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb circling her sensitive nipple. "And now," he whispered, "you're mine. Forever."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to face him, her expression filled with a mix of love and desire. "I am," she confirmed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

Their eyes met, the connection between them palpable. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. Nagyung blushed, her cheeks a soft pink. "And you're so gentle," she replied, her voice a soft purr. "I never knew it could feel like this."

Y/n leaned in, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was tender yet demanding. His cock slid deeper, the angle allowing him to hit all the right spots. Nagyung's moans grew louder, her body arching into his. He could feel her orgasm building again, the walls of her pussy tightening around him.

"Fuck," he groaned, his own climax approaching like a freight train. He pulled out, not wanting to end this moment too soon. "Turn over," he instructed, his voice hoarse with need. She complied, her body a canvas of desire. He grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide, his cock poised at her entrance.

With one swift movement, he was back inside her, her wetness coating him in a warm embrace. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. Nagyung's eyes locked on his, her pupils wide with lust. He began to thrust, his movements deep and slow.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his gaze never leaving hers. She bit her bottom lip, the sensation of him filling her to the brim overwhelming. "It feels..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "It feels like home," she finally whispered, her eyes glazing over. "Like I've been waiting for this all my life."

He picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. "Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a dark promise. Nagyung nodded, her breath coming in gasps. "So good," she managed to say, her voice a hoarse whisper. "It's like... I'm complete."

Their bodies moved together in a silent symphony, the slap of skin against skin the only music in the room. Y/n reached down, his hand finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, watching her face contort with pleasure. "And now?" he asked, his thumb pressing harder. "How does it feel now?"

Nagyung's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a tight coil of need. "It's... it's too much," she gasped. "I can't handle it." But she didn't pull away, didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she arched her back, her hips rising to meet him.

"You can handle it," he said, his voice a reassurance. "You're made for this." And with that, he pushed her over the edge again, her pussy clenching around him as she squirted, her juices coating them both.

Their lovemaking grew more frantic, a dance of desire that knew no bounds. Y/n's hand never left her clit, his touch a constant reminder of her power to give and receive pleasure. Nagyung's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her release.

And as they moved closer to the precipice, their eyes remained locked, their hearts beating as one. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a command. Nagyung's body responded, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

But this time, as he withdrew his cock. Nagyung's pussy began to spurt like a geyser, a jet of cum shooting up into the air, arcing over her body before landing on the bed. "Ahh," she screamed, the sensation overwhelming her senses.

Without a moment's hesitation, he slammed back into her, filling her once more with his throbbing length. Nagyung's eyes snapped open, and she let out a gasp that was half surprise, half pleasure. Her body was still trembling from the last orgasm, but he didn't relent, his hips pistoning into her with a fervor that was almost primal.

"Ahh, Y/n," she panted, her voice tight with need. "I can't take it." But even as she spoke, she could feel the beginnings of another climax building within her. Her legs quivered, her muscles straining to keep her upright, but she didn't want him to stop. She didn't want this feeling to end.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "You can," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're so strong, so beautiful." His praise was like a drug, flooding her system with endorphins that only served to drive her higher.

Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, the tremors spreading through her entire body. "It's too much," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. But he only gripped her hips tighter, his movements growing more demanding. "Keep going," he urged, his voice a command that she couldn't ignore. "Keep cumming for me."

Nagyung's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her body was no longer her own, a marionette dancing on the strings of his desire. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over her, each slap of skin against skin a symphony of sensation.

And then it hit her, a crescendo that stole her breath away. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her muscles spasming in a delicious agony. "I'm cumming," she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "I'm cumming again!"

Her orgasm went on and on, a never-ending cascade of sensation that left her trembling and weak. "Y/n," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. "I can't... I can't..."

But he didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as his own release built. "Look at me," he growled, his eyes boring into hers. "Look at me and tell me you're mine."

Nagyung's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with his. "I'm yours," she whispered, the words a vow, a declaration. "I'm yours forever."

With a roar, he pulled out, his cock pulsing with his climax. He grabbed her face, turning her towards him. "Look at me," he said, his voice a command. She did, her eyes wide and trusting.

The first rope of cum shot out, hitting her cheek and sliding down to her neck. Nagyung gasped, the warmth of it a shock against her skin. He didn't stop, his cock painting her face with his release. She felt it on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, a sticky mess that she couldn't help but find erotic.

Her pussy clenched again, a new wave of pleasure washing over her. "Swallow it," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. She parted her lips, and he aimed the head of his cock at her mouth. The taste was salty, musky, a flavor she had only ever known in her fantasies.

With a moan, she took him in, her mouth wrapping around his cock as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed, her throat working around his length, the act of submission sending a thrill through her body.

As the last drops fell, he pulled away, his cock glistening with the remnants of their love making. Nagyung's eyes searched his, looking for approval. He smiled, his expression one of pure adoration. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a warm caress.

Her body was a wreck, a delicious mess of sensation. Her pussy was sore, her ass still stinging from the slaps, but she had never felt more alive. She had never felt more like a woman, more like his woman.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound their heavy breathing and the distant patter of the rain. The hotel room was their sanctuary, a place where they could explore the depths of their desires without fear of judgment.

Y/n's hand reached for his phone, the screen illuminating the room with a soft glow. "Open up your legs," he instructed, his voice still laced with the authority of their earlier play. Nagyung complied, spreading her legs wide, revealing the mess they had made together. His cock, now softening but still coated in their combined juices, rested against her thigh.

"Show me our mix," he said, his gaze intense. She reached down, her fingers delving into her pussy to scoop out the evidence of their passion. The sight of their combined fluids made her feel wanton, a feeling that only grew stronger as she held it up for him to see.

"Make an erotic face," he continued, his eyes glued to the screen as he positioned the phone. Nagyung bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she attempted to channel the seductress within. She knew she was blushing, but the heat of the moment overrode any self-consciousness.

"Show me your face," he said, his voice low and hungry. She leaned back, tilting her head so the cum that had trickled onto her cheek was visible. With a flick of her tongue, she tasted the remnants of their love, a tangy reminder of their intimate connection.

"Good," he murmured, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "Now, make yourself cum for me." Nagyung's eyes went wide, the thrill of his command sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. She slid her hand down her body, her fingers slipping into her swollen pussy without hesitation.

The room grew quieter, the only sounds the slickness of her hand and the rain outside. Y/n held the phone steady, his eyes never leaving hers as she began to play with herself. She felt his gaze like a physical touch, a warmth that spread from her core outwards.

Her fingers worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building as she watched his expression. His eyes were dark with desire, his own hand stroking his semi-hard cock as he recorded her every move. The sight of him watching her, his own need clear, only served to excite her further.

Nagyung's breath grew ragged, her hips rising to meet her own touch. She could feel it coming, the coil in her belly tightening with each stroke. "Look at the camera," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. She did, her eyes wide and glazed with passion.

The orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body convulsing as she squirted once more. The feeling was intense, the sight of her own juices spurting out of her pussy an erotic thrill that had her cheeks flushing even deeper. She moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and embarrassment as she watched herself on the screen.

Y/n leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered against her lips, his hand reaching down to join hers. Together, they worked her clit, the dual sensation sending her spiraling into another climax.

This time, she didn't hold back, letting her body do what it wanted, what it needed. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, her cries and the wet noises of her hand in her pussy. She came hard, her body bucking as she squirted again, the force of it making her legs tremble.

Y/n kept filming, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're mine," he murmured, the words a vow, a promise. Nagyung nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I'm yours," she whispered, the words a declaration of her love and submission.

Their eyes remained locked as she continued to play with herself, her orgasms coming in rapid succession. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, waiting to be claimed by him in every way possible.

The camera rolled, capturing each spasm, each drop of her pleasure. Nagyung felt like she was in a dream, a world where the only reality was the heat between their bodies and the sound of their shared passion.

And as she lay there, her body a wreck of pleasure, she knew that she had truly given herself to him. The act of submission, of allowing him to watch and record her most intimate moments, had bound them together in a way that nothing else could.

They were no longer just a couple in love; they were partners in desire, explorers of the deepest recesses of their sexuality. And as the camera kept rolling, Nagyung felt a sense of liberation, a freedom that she had never known before.

In that moment, she realized that this was just the beginning of their journey, a journey that would take them to places she had never dared to dream. And she knew, without a doubt, that she was ready for whatever came next.

Nagyung's eyes widened as Y/n picked her up effortlessly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm. He carried her to the window, the rain now a gentle patter against the glass. He placed her on the sill, the coldness of the window a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.

With a wicked grin, he slammed into her again, her legs wrapping around his waist. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the glass. Nagyung's eyes were half-closed, the sensation of being filled by him in this new, exhilarating position sending her soaring.

"Look out at the rain," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. She did, the droplets racing down the window like tears. The world outside was a blur, their reflection obscured by the steam that clouded the glass.

He leaned back, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a low growl. Nagyung's body responded without thought, her pussy clenching around him as she squirted again, the warmth of her release mixing with the chill of the rain.

They moved to the couch next, her body splayed out before him as he took her from behind. She watched in the mirror across the room, her face a mask of ecstasy as he pounded into her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She could see the head of his cock disappear into her, the way her pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

The couch groaned beneath them, a testament to the power of their passion. Nagyung reached down, her hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit. The angle was perfect, and she could feel herself building again, the pressure in her belly growing with each slap of his hips.

"Fuck," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to cum." And with that, she did, her pussy gushing with her release, the couch now soaked beneath her.

Lastly, they stumbled out onto the balcony, the cool night air a shock against her fevered skin. He pushed her against the railing, his cock demanding entrance. Nagyung gripped the metal tightly, her knuckles white as he took her once more.

The rain kissed her skin, the droplets mingling with their sweat. She could feel the wind whipping around them, the chill a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. Yet it only served to heighten her arousal, the sensation of being exposed and vulnerable a thrill she hadn't anticipated.

Her orgasm was explosive, her body shaking as she squirted over the balcony, the rain washing away the evidence of their love. "Y/n," she screamed, her voice a desperate cry to the heavens. He followed, his own release a hot stream that painted her back as he emptied himself inside her.

They stood there, panting, the rain a gentle caress as their hearts slowed to a steady rhythm. The hotel room was a testament to their passion, a canvas of their desire.

And as they stumbled back inside, Nagyung knew that she would never forget this night. It was a night where she had truly become his, a night where she had found the strength to let go of her inhibitions and embrace the woman she truly was.

Their love had been tested and proven, the bonds between them forged in the heat of their lust. As they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sated, she knew that this was just the first chapter in their story, a tale of love and desire that had no end in sight.

[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

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a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[daisies-and-domming]

Not so Shy Anymore, Huh? (NSFW)

Summary: Your boyfriend is bold - and no matter how long you’ve been with him, you can’t seem to stop the warm flush of your cheeks when he compliments you so easily. He’s used to you being shy, but one day you reach your breaking point. He wants to be bold? You can be bold, too!

Warnings: swearing, dom!reader, reader is (usually) easily fluster, petnames (Gojo calls you baby, Geto calls you my love, Sukuna calls you petal), p in an undefined hole (Gojo, Geto), praise kink (Sukuna), f!receiving oral (Sukuna)

Features Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Thank you to the lovely @glassofapplejuicee for beta reading <3

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

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This was a WIP that I never finished...I had a portion for Toji and Ino in the works, but I just haven't had time to get around to it, and unless y'all REALLY want their parts, I probably never will. Still, I hope you enjoy <3 As always, feel free to message me if you have any requests.

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Gojo Satoru - Eyes on Me!

“Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight? Because if I haven’t, I’d like to get something off my chest - I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you came downstairs, baby.”

“Satoru!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

You hated how your boyfriend could waltz into the room and just say whatever was on his mind. His unbelievable self-confidence was ruinous - how were you meant to combat the constant barrage of sweet words he throws your way? You feel bad for Nanami, who just rolls his eyes and abandons your conversation, opting to go get a drink in the kitchen. 

He was smart enough to know that you ceased to properly function when your silver-tongued boyfriend was around. In his defense, he couldn't help it, not when your reactions were so precious. He loved the way you froze up, and how your mouth would open and close without a word coming out. He revelled in the way your skin was warm to the touch when he spoke so brazenly, in how you couldn’t even look him in the eye afterwards.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned, grinning at the bashful look on your face. 

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“You’re not sorry at all!” you start with a groan, dragging a hand down your face, “Have you no shame, Satoru? You scared off Nanami!”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Then I get to have my beautiful baby aaaaall to myself. Sucks that we’re out here, or I’d show you just how beautiful I think you are,” he added with a whisper.

He thumbs at the hem of your shirt, but you’re so done with his bullshit. You hate how it barely took anything to get you all hot in the face, and you hate how much he clearly enjoys it. He was a charmer and he knew it, but it didn’t mean he could belittle you like this. Sometimes it made you feel small, like you couldn’t live up to the version of you that he had in his head. 

You spin around, something feral glinting in your eyes. “Let’s go upstairs, then. You can show me just how beautiful you think I am.”

The frantic blink blink blink of his eyes would almost be comical if you weren’t so determined to remind him that you could be flashy and brazen. Two could play this game, after all.

“O-okay!” He just about stumbled over himself as he followed you upstairs. 

You apologize in your head to whoever owns this house - Yaga? - because their spare room was about to look like a crime scene when you were done with him. 

A house party usually means someone stumbling upstairs, drunk, and getting laid, but you were as sober as could be. This was deliberate - you were going to remind Gojo that even his title as “strongest” couldn’t save him from you.

You slip into the first empty room you can find and shove him in first, gently clicking the lock behind you. It’s dark, but you can make out the outline of a neatly made bed and a barren nightstand. You pray to every god imaginable that this room is a guest room as Gojo crowds you against the door, eyes aglow.

“Fuck, I love when you’re assertive like that, sweet cheeks,” he says, stealing a quick kiss between words. 

“Let’s get you undressed, hm?”

“Off, Toru,” you say, wiggling your way out from between him and the door. 

“You strip and get on the bed. Let me at least get the lights, please? Not all of us have six eyes to guide us.”

There it is again - that owlish blink - but he obeys without hesitation, making his way towards the bed. He leaves a trail of clothes in his wake as you flick on the lights, and you let yourself admire the rippling muscles in his back before you start to derobe yourself. By the time you’re done taking off your clothes, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you curiously. 

You two certainly weren’t vanilla in bed by any means, but he had always been the one in control (except the one time he tried to get you to call him daddy - you quickly informed him you would NOT be doing that). This was new for both of you, but he clearly wasn’t opposed to it. If the stiffness of his untouched cock had anything to say about it, he seemed to be pretty damn into it. 

“So…” he started, dragging out the ‘o’ “Are you gonna come over here, or what? I’m getting kinda bored!” Gojo whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout.

You roll your eyes, but make your way over to him. His eyes roam your body, and you pray he can’t see how much it’s affecting you. You try to keep your gaze steely, but you can’t help but look. He’s got goosebumps running up his arms and legs, and his cock twitches when you stare at it just a bit too long. He’s biting his lip when your stare finally makes its way to his face, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust. 

Silently, you motion to him to move further into the sheets, and he does, looking at you expectantly once he’s right in the middle of the bed. 

“Alright baby,” you coo, moving to straddle him. “Be good for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says frantically, hands hovering tentatively over your hips.

You give him the go ahead, and he kneads his fingers into the flesh of your hips, grip already bruising as you grind down on him just right. 

He’s sensitive, more sensitive than he usually is, and you smirk down at him as he bites back a groan when your movements pick up.

“Feel good?” you do your best not to laugh when his head bobbles in response. “Aww, useless already? That’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you.”

“Want to put it in, can I?” His eyes meet yours, his tone dripping with  need. 

“Please, c-can I? Please, I’ve been guh-good, so good! Please please please, wanna feel you around me, see the outline of me in you, please!”

“Hmm, okay!” your hands reach down and you squeeze his cock hard, and your tone shifts. “On one condition. Can you do one little thing for me?”

His eyes are unfocused as you drag his angry tip teasingly against your entrance, but you won’t sink down until you’ve got your answer. 

“Well, Toru?”

“Mhm- I can do it, I can do it!”

You lean down and kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull away. 

“Eyes on mine, or we stop.”

Without waiting for a confirmation, you sink down, right to the base. He’s big, and it hurts at first, but the tears at your waterline are worth it for the fucked out look that overtakes Gojo’s face. He’s already babbling nonsense, a mix of frantic swears and pleas, but you ignore him, choosing to experimentally roll your hips instead. Your eyes are on his the whole time, almost unfeeling, and it turns him on the way that you’re using him right now. He was right - you look absolutely stunning tonight.The sheen of sweat that covered your skin gave you a faint glow under the light of the room. 

Nothing was more beautiful to him, he thought to himself, than you using him like an over-sized dildo.

“Might as well be,” you comment, something mean hiding in your gaze. “You’re-hah-not exactly doing much but laying there and taking it.”

Oh fuck, did he say that out loud? 

“‘m not! You’re just-ngh-ridin’ me so guh-good, can’t help it!”

You rub a thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears (when did he start crying?). Your touch is far more gentle than the brutal pace you set with your hips. It’s bordering on painful, but the friction is so delicious you’re unable to stop as his cock slides against your velvet walls. He almost forgets your request, but when his eyes flutter shut and you freeze on top of him, looking down at him expectantly.

“W-why did you stop?” he sobs, eyes flying open. “C’mon, I was being so good-”

“I had one request, Gojo,” you say, tone cold. 

“One request, and you couldn’t even do it. God, you’re pathetic. Got your dick a little wet and all that talk went out the door, huh?”

He whined, his hands reaching to grip your hips. He weakly tries to move you up and down his dick, legs twitching underneath you, but you won’t move. He really won’t look at you now - eyes anywhere but your face as he tries to buck up into your soft, wet heat. You know that if he really wanted to, the ball would be in his court again. He could overpower you in a second and take what he wants, but he won’t - he’s a good boy at heart.

“Are you done now?” you ask, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at me.”

His eyes find yours again, searching them for a reprieve, but instead his breath catches at the look in your eyes. Despite just how mean you’re treating him, there’s something soft hiding in the glint of your eyes as you look down at him. You feel his heartbeat explode under your hand, and you let out a small huff. You grab his hand and he gives you a curious look, but as you raise it to your own chest he swears there’s nothing else in the universe but you. Your heartbeat is frantic under his fingertips, and when you look up at his face again, you think you see hearts in his eyes. But the moment passes, as all moments do, and you bring his hand back down to the sheets. Suddenly, he’s hyperaware of just how stupid he must look under you right now - hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes teary - but he won’t look away. He thinks if you stop again he might die. 

It made him nervous, seeing how composed you were above him, looking like some sort of deity. The eye contact had embarrassment clawing at him from under his skin, and a flush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest. Everything in him screamed look away, look away! but he couldn’t. There was nothing in this room, in the universe, but you you you and the way your body molded into his.

You weren’t faring much better. His eyes had always been mesmerizing, but there was something addicting to seeing them from this angle and watching them blur with tears. He was looking at you with reverence, with an unconditional sort of love, and it made your walls flutter around him. The rock of your hips started to get unsteady and you reached desperately for his hand, lacing your fingers together once you found purchase. 

You maintained eye contact with him as you pulled it against your chest so he could feel the steady thump thump of your erratic heartbeat against his skin. His hips bucked up on their own, but you could barely care - not when his fat tip rubbed against your sweet spot just right with every bounce.

“Fuh-fuck, baby, can I?” he moaned, eyes teary. 

“Can I, puh-please?”

He didn’t have to say it - you know what he’s begging for. But what fun is it if you let him have what he wants so easily?

“Can you what, baby? Are you asking me to stop?”

Your pace drops to a slow grind, hitting your sweet spot perfectly but not giving him nearly as much friction as he needs to let go. The whine he lets out at the loss of friction is desperate, and he can no longer hold back the waterworks. You reach down to wipe away the tears, feigning concern.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought this is what you wanted. You couldn’t use your big boy words, so I just had to assume, you know.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll do better next time, just please go faster, please, I’m b-begging you!”

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. “So needy, aren’t you? Well, I guess you did ask nicely…”

“S-so, nicely, please? I want it so bad, need it, please please please?”

Always one for dramatics, even when his brain is mush, you note, but at this point you’re also starting to feel a little bit desperate. You want to drag it out more but you can’t, not when his gushing head brushes your sweet spot for the nth time. 

You try to keep your cool demeanor, but it starts to slip when you watch Gojo’s pretty pink lips form the most perfect little ‘o’ as your hips speed up. He’s still watching you intently; brilliant blue eyes locked on yours. You shoot him a sweet little smile before speaking again.

“You’re doing so good baby,” your voice shaky as your peak nears. “So good I might just let you cum. Are you ready to cum?”

A pathetic, needy look flashes across his features, and he begins to blubber out pleas.

“So ready, the r-readiest, never been more ready in my life!” He's struggling to keep eye contact now, but he’s trying your best (and you’re close) so you let it slide.

“Can I, can I please? Please, m-mommy, need it, I need to cum in you, fill you up, please!”

His pleas send you over the edge and your orgasm crashes over you uncontrollably, frantically clasping his hand in yours as it does.

“Cum with me, baby, c-cum, cum.”

He wails, hips bucking violently as he’s finally allowed release. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes open, too, as your orgasm sweeps over you. There’s something so strangely intimate about this moment as you both rut into each other, riding out your highs. Every ounce of love, every word he hasn’t said, he pours into his gaze, and you into yours. There’s a sort of magic in the moment, an almost tangible buzzing in the air around you two. 

There’s a flicker of something in the corner of his eyes, a flash of blue lightning, and the nearby light explodes as his eyes finally roll back. If you were more aware you’d realize that Gojo had felt so good he had lost control of his jujutsu, but the jolt of pleasure-pain from the electricity at his fingertips is enough to send your eyes rolling back, too. 

When you finally manage to stop the shaky roll of your hips, you look down at Gojo, smiling softly at him. He always managed to look insanely gorgeous in every moment, and you couldn’t help but admire him as he came down from his high. You’re still holding hands, and he gives yours a gentle squeeze, looking absolutely lovesick. 

You want to deal with the broken glass, you really do, but instead you gently lift your hips and flop down next to him, exhausted. 

Later, you’d find out that power went out across the whole block, and that the party downstairs definitely knew what you two were up to, but for now, you’re content.

Well, you were content. Suddenly, you shoot up, peering over at your boyfriend, just now processing what he had babbled earlier.

“Did you call me mommy earlier?”

He flushes, looking anywhere but you. “Shut up!!”

You laugh, letting it go for now. A conversation for another time, you suppose. You lay back down, pulling him into your chest. You don’t quite know what took over you tonight, but you’re glad. Because sometimes, your stupid cocky boyfriend needed to be reminded that you weren’t just beautiful - you were deadly.

Geto Suguru - Touch Me, Touch Me!

“Suguru.”

“My love.”

“Suguru.”

“My love?”

You can’t even look him in the eye right now. You don’t have to, because you can picture the smug, self-assured look on his face without actually seeing him. You’re out for dinner with your friends - Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami - and yes, perhaps you wanted to be somewhere else, too, but your boyfriend was being insufferable. Whispering little things into your ear, about how ravishing you look tonight and what he’s going to do to you later and how he’s obsessed with every little thing about you. And honestly? You were sick of it. Not only was he making it impossible to enjoy the night out with your mutual friends, but the warm buzz of arousal under your skin was making it hard for you to sit still. The smugness in his eyes as he watched you clench your thighs together was enough for something more akin to anger to bubble up. The image of him, on his knees, begging for just a touch had you grinning right back at him. He tilted his head, almost as if asking “what?”, but you gently shook your head, rejoining the conversation with your friends. 

Biding your time proved to be worth it. The more you refused to acknowledge your boyfriend’s advances, the more desperate he got. 

“How about we get out of here, hm? I’m starting to get a little bored, and I can think of something far more fun for us to do.” The teasing lilt of his voice and the predatory smirk usually had you biting your cheek and looking away, but you held your ground. Instead, your eyes moved to meet his, trying your best to remain nonchalant.

“Well I’m having fun,” you start, reaching over to squeeze his upper thigh. “So just sit still and look pretty for a little longer, okay? I know you’re impatient, my love, but you can wait a little longer, can’t you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bit back a smile as confusion made its way to Suguru’s face. Mocking him, telling him to wait? You’d never done that, ever. Before he gets a chance to retort, you turn yourself back to Shoko and pick your conversation back up, leaving your hand on his thigh. 

As the night dragged on, even you were starting to get bored. Somehow, Gojo had managed to get a drink, and, immediately drunk, began rambling on about his students and their adventures. You’re sure these stories would be interesting if he was hiccuping between words and taking long pauses mid-story to remember the story at all. Suguru had warned you that Gojo was a lightweight, but you were still surprised by how low his tolerance was. 

Despite the drag, you had a bit of entertainment at the tip of your fingers. Quite literally, for that matter - Suguru’s thigh remained in your grip, and whenever you felt the urge, you’d give it a squeeze. If he was lucky, you might even brush over his dick first, which had stiffened noticeably since you had started your antics. You were starting to understand why he teased you all the time - his reactions were so delicious - and while he wasn’t forgiven by any means, you figured a little payback was in order.

When a (very drunk) Gojo finally got around to paying the bill, you had to try your best not to jump at the chance to leave. You loved your friends, but you had been sitting on a landmine since you’d started teasing Suguru. You had to be careful - push him too far, and he grabs whatever semblance of control you’ve created right out of your hands.

The drive home is silent. You hadn’t drank, so you grabbed the keys out of his hands, giving him a sly grin. Control is a fickle thing, so you tread lightly as you pull the car in. One misstep, and you lose. But you’re pretty confident you’ve got him right where you want him when he can barely manage to get the keys into the door. Yaga (bless his soul) had agreed to watch the girls for the night, so you two had the house to yourselves. 

You watch patiently as he locks the door. He turns around to say something, but you put a finger up to your lips and grab his hand with your free one. Quickly, as to not lose your momentum, you drag him to the bedroom. You guide him to the bed, gently pushing him to sit up against the headboard. You strip yourselves of your clothes, and try to ignore the burn of his eyes as they drink you in. You wanted to tease him some more, but he could see the desperation in the slight tremble of your hands - you needed this just as much as he did.

You sink into the bed across from him, just far enough away that he can’t reach. “Hands to yourself, okay?”

“My love, you can’t be serious-”

“Hands to yourself. And that’s final, Suguru.”

You reach down to touch yourself, gently rubbing your entrance with two teasing fingers. You make sure to exaggerate how good you make yourself feel - a twitch of the leg here, a flutter of the eyes there - and his hands are already gripping the sheets, knuckles white. You suck your own fingers into your mouth, mimicking the motions of giving him head, and pull off of them with an obscene pop! Still fully clothed, you watch his cock jump in his pants, straining against the tight fabric. You grin lazily, and look him right in the eyes as you insert your fingers into your entrance. Your eyes do actually flutter this time as you curl your fingers just right, finding that spongy sweet spot deep inside of you. Your fingers barely reached it, and briefly, you miss the feeling of Suguru’s long, thick fingers, but the drunken look on his face was worth the struggle. 

“Hah- haven’t even touched you and you’re already leaking, aren’t you, Sugu? Does it feel good, watching me touch myself?”

“S-shut up!” A deep red flush overtook his cheeks, spreading so far that his neck glowed a beautiful cherry red. 

“Lay down.”

“What?”

“I won’t ask again,” you say, eyes glowing dangerously. “Lay. Down.”

He moves to lay down, eyes searching yours for an answer, but he finds one when you move to hover over his face. His hands move up to grip your thighs, but you swat them away.

“Did you already forget your manners, Suguru? I asked you to keep your hands to yourself. Can you not follow one, simple instruction?”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he cries out, tears gathering at his waterline. “Can I touch you, please? Need it, need you-”

“Hmm, let me think about it…” you look down at him, biting back a grin at the hopeful look in his eyes. “Nope! Sorry sugar, you’ll have to wait your turn. In the meantime, do you think you can touch yourself for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says, frantically fumbling to get his pants far enough down for his cock to spring out. You hear it thump! against his shirt, and, at a glance, he’s leaking. Fat globs of precum are dripping from his angry, red tip, and the vein that runs so pretty up the side of his cock is bulging out. He reaches a hand down to touch himself, but you stop him, grabbing his hand. You bring his hand up to your face and look him right in the eyes as you spit into his palm. An almost pornographic moan slips from his mouth, and his eyes roll back when you guide his spit-soaked hand down to his neglected cock. Once he’s set a somewhat steady pace fisting his pathetic cock, you reach down to toy with yourself again, staring down at Suguru with lidded eyes. His eyes are fixated on your now glistening entrance, your fingers going in and out tantalizingly. 

He doesn’t know what’s possessing him to listen to you - both of you know he’s more than strong enough to flip you both over and take what he wants - but there’s something so hot about the way you’re looking down on him, as if he’s not even worth your time. As if he doesn’t deserve your presence, but you’re kind enough to give it to him anyways. 

He can’t help the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “D-don’t deserve you baby-hnngh-don’t deserve you! Th-thank you for letting me touch my p-puh-pathetic cock, thank you thank you thank you-”

You cut him off, clenching around your fingers at just how broken he sounded. “You’re welcome, baby. So beautiful like this, all spread out underneath me. Do you know why you’re not allowed to touch me?”

“I-I dunno, ‘m sorry.” he says with a pout. His brows furrowed in concentration, but the cross of his eyes and the tears clinging to his waterline told you all you needed to know.

“Aww, baby, fucked dumb already?” you say, tone sickly sweet. “Didn’t even touch you and you’re already about to squirt.”

He squirms under you, teary eyes blinking up at you owlishly. “‘ts not s-squirt, ‘m not a g-guh-girl! I’m not-mgnh!”

You let out a mean laugh at his pathetic protests. “No? Sure are squealing like one, sugar. Open your mouth for me.”

He does as he’s told, his tongue lolling out uselessly. You reach down with your free hand and hold his mouth open with your thumb and pointer finger and spit, right onto his tongue. 

You hold him there for a little longer, watching him gurgle on your spit and his own moans. “Alright, baby: swallow.”

He gulps loudly, and a slew of broken ah ah ah!s spew out of his mouth. You can see that he’s getting close - the unfocused look in his eyes and the buck of his hips up up up from the bed told you that much - and you’re not too far off, yourself. Your domineering, teasing boyfriend was a total wreck underneath you, squealing and moaning like a pornstar. You could’ve probably cum untouched from the sight, really.

“Gonna come already?” you sneer, snarling down at him. “You’re gonna cum, fisting your pathetic cock like a slut?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, g’nna cum,” he groans out, eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “Ooooh, I’m gonna cum, please please please, need to cum, can I? Hnngh! Can’t hold it, please, cum cum cum-”

“Pull your hand away.”

He borderline screams in frustration as he rips his hand away from his swollen cock, just to actually scream when you quickly move down his body and sink down on his cock. You sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the stretch so intense but so perfect that you couldn’t complain. You were so close you were sure a couple bounces would be all it would take. So you immediately throw yourself into a monstrous pace, the room filling with the wet shlap! of your hips meeting his. 

You lock eyes with him, only for a moment, but it’s all you need. “Cum.”

As if on command, you feel him twitch inside of you, and the splash of his warm cum filling your insides. You lose control of your hips as you bounce wildly, chasing your own orgasm. You miss the way Suguru’s eyes roll back as your own find the inside of your skull, and you cum around him. It’s perhaps the strongest orgasms of both of your lives, and by the time you come down, your legs are shaking and your inner thighs are coated with a gross mix of both of your fluids. The room smells of sex and sweat, and the only sound in the room is the quiet pants of both of you as you try to find some sort of grasp on reality again. 

“F-fuck, my love, what the hell was that?” 

You laugh, a beautiful sound, as you carefully lift your hips to pull his softening cock out of you. “Was sick of your attitude, someone had to do something.”

“Give a guy a warning next time,” he says, throwing an arm over his face to hide the embarrassed flush of his skin. “Don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”

“Mhm, me neither,” you admit. “Wonder if I can break that record next time…”

“Next time?? My love, you can’t be serious-”

You giggle as you head off to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean him up with. “Sorry, what was that?? I think you’re cutting out!”

“We’re talking in real life-get back here!”

Sukuna Ryomen - So Good You Might Just Taste Heaven on Your Tongue

Sukuna Ryomen was not known for his flattery. He did not go out of his way to tell you that he “loved you” or “cared for you”, or any nonsense like that. Instead he was rather blunt. Anything that came out of his mouth he believed to be the absolute truth. Which is why it was so much more flustering than if he was actually trying to flatter you. He doesn’t just mean the things he says - he believes that everyone should, too. 

“Your eyes look like heaven, petal.”

“I want to hold you this instant. My arms feel empty without you in them.”

“I planted the roses in the garden because I was inspired by your beauty, but their colors seem dull whenever you walk past.”

He doesn’t hold his tongue, either. He’s the King of Curses, after all. He had no reason toe - anyone who dared scoff or even laugh at the way he spoke about you met a swift, gruesome end. He’s never minded a bit of blood, anyways.

You, on the other hand, aren’t so forward. You were more in the subtlety - a brush of the hand, a flutter of the eyelash, a love note hidden in between the pages of a book. You’re not used to the brashness in which Sukuna speaks, and he was almost confused by your flustered state at first. He was simply speaking the truth, after all. He had no reason to lie to you, his sweet petal. But as time passed, and he began to understand your silly human customs,  he found your silly faces quite…endearing. There was something special about being the only one who could pull those expressions from you.

“Ryo, stop!”

Like now, for instance. He had simply told you that your eyes glittered like diamonds in the sunlight, and suddenly those same eyes were looking anywhere but his face. You hated when he did this, and he knew it, but it was so hard to resist when your lovely lips had already pulled themselves into a cute little pout. How was he to help himself? You had yourself propped on the loveseat next to the window, animatedly telling him about your day. He had chosen to splay himself on the bed (he had honestly hoped you would have chosen to sit on his lap instead, but when it comes to you, he would take what he could get). Anyone would’ve noticed the way the sun caught in your eyes and made them glow, he was sure. Why else would he be so enraptured by it?

“Sorry, petal,” he said, anything but sorry. “Not my fault you’re beautiful, is it?”

“It’s my parents’ fault, actually.”

“Ha ha.”

This was your usual tactic: attempting to hide your embarrassment behind a joke or two. You knew the sudden loss of eye contact and the nervous fiddling of your hands gave you away, but you like to pretend that you’re getting away with it each time (even when you both know you’re not). 

“C’mere,” Sukuna beckoned with a lazy curl of his finger. 

“Sick of you being all the way over there. Plenty of room for both of us on the bed, petal.”

“Oh, are you now?” You ask, but you’re already moving to get up.

In a moment of boldness (stupidity?) you plop yourself right onto his lap, straddling his thighs. You’re looking right at him, and now you’ve caught him off guard. You couldn’t tell from his face, but the tips of his ears were colored a bright red and it made you grin, something warm curling in your lower abdomen. It’s not often that you get to turn the tables like this on your stoic boyfriend. 

You run a gentle hand up his chest, moving to gently cradle his face. He leans into your touch, eyes curious as you thumb at his lips. He lets them part and you lean in, gently locking your lips with his. It starts sweet, as all kisses do, but the heat in your stomach doesn’t disappear, and the kisses become more frantic. Your hips cant against his once, twice, before you pull away for air.

“Where’d this come from, petal? Not that I’m complaining.” Sukuna says, eyes lidded.

“Dunno,” you murmur, guiding him to lay down against the plush of the sheets. “Want to find out?”

“God, you’re hot when you take what you want.”

“Thanks,” you say, breath hot against his neck. 

It made a shiver run down his spine and a heat rush down to his cock. You feel it twitch against you and you grin up, teasing, but he won’t look you in the eyes. You huff, pinching his cheeks between your hands, turning his face so he can’t look anywhere but you.

“You’re beautiful too, y’know,” you say, looking down at him so earnestly that he can’t help but gaze up at you.

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself ‘beautiful’, petal.”

And in that moment you’re hit with utter certainty that no one had ever called him beautiful but you. The scars he bore and the weight he carried on his shoulders made him a threat to everyone around him, curses and sorcerers alike. And you knew that, sure, but sometimes it’s easy to forget that he had always been that. There was no happy childhood, no middle school crushes, no family to remind him that a part of him was human at all. But he truly was naturally very beautiful - he just never had the luxury of being allowed to be so.

You sigh, shaking your head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

The flush reaches beyond his ears this time, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. “I’m quite certain that’s not true.”

You frown, but something in your eyes glints, feral. “Let’s start with your face, hm? Perfect cheekbones, soft lips, pretty ruby eyes, just the most rideable nose…mhm, mind if I show you just how beautiful your face is?”

He smirks, the sharp point of his canines peeking over his lower lip. “If you’re implying that you’re going to ride my face, then by all means petal, go right ahead.”

You know that you’re only holding some semblance of control because he wants you to have it, but there’s still a rush of heat in your veins at the idea of using his face to get off. You strip your pants and underwear in one fell swoop, flinging them onto the floor carelessly. They were a problem for later - right now, you were going to ride Sukuna’s face to kingdom come.

“Don’t move.” you say, moving to straddle his face. 

His hands move to grab your hips, but you slap them away, sending him a warning look. He looks up at you, clearly amused, but he humors you anyways, letting his hands fall back to his side. You sink down, nice and slow, letting out a gentle sigh as his tongue makes contact with your entrance.

He laps at you gently, eyes fluttering as he tastes your essence on his tongue. A low groan grumbles out of his throat, and the vibrations against your flesh make you sink deeper on him.

Usually, his hands would sink into the meat of your hips, guiding your entrance against his eager tongue, but he was being surprisingly good, letting you take what you want without a complaint. Your hand slides down into the soft tufts of his hair, gently sifting your fingers through it before giving it a sharp tug as his tongue reaches a sweet spot inside you. You consider apologizing, but at the way his hazy eyes look up at you almost reverently, you know he wants this. Wants you to use him like he’s nothing more than a toy, like he’s just meant to be an appendage to your pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask before you can stop yourself. 

“You like being under me like this.”

Shit. You definitely should’ve kept that to yourself - even when it’s true, Sukuna doesn’t like to be made less than, especially by a mere mortal. You lift your hips off of him, keen on apologizing, when a whine tears from his throat at the loss.

“G-get your hips back down here, damn it,” he demands harshly, refusing to actually return your curious gaze.

You huff softly, surprised he’s letting you take it this far. While he didn’t really ask as much as he commanded you to return to your original position, the fact that he hadn’t simply pulled you back down himself was very telling. You decide that perhaps you should test your luck. No matter the outcome, you’re guaranteed a good time, after all.

“Is that how we ask for things?” you ask, disappointment clear in your tone.

“Try again.”

“Are you serious, petal?” he responds, incredulously. “If you’re asking me to beg, I will do no such thing.”

“Okay,” you say, shifting to straddle his chest. “Then you won’t get what you want.”

He’s about to retort, but it’s caught in his throat as you let out a gentle sigh, hand moving to slip your fingers into your leaking entrance. Your other hand presses firmly on his abdomen, just above where his twitching members were begging to be touched.

He’s above this - he’s the King of Curses, damn it - but when your eyes flutter as your too short fingers just barely brush your sweet spot, his resolve crumbles just a bit. He reaches for you, rough hands circling your waist as he tries to move you back up to his drooling mouth.

“Sukuna.”

Your voice is low, commanding, and for the first time in his long life, he listens without a second thought. Hands drop back to his side mindlessly, like his body could do nothing but obey your saccharine voice. 

“Good boy.”

You return to touching yourself, perched on his chest like you own him, and he seethes underneath you. How dare you do this to him, reduce him to nothing more than a dog begging for scraps. He tells himself that he’s letting you have your fun, that soon he’ll flip you over and take what he wants from you, yet he can’t take his eyes off your glistening entrance. It’s mesmerizing the way your fingers slide in and out, and the wet shlick of your entrance has him salivating. He wants to taste you on his tongue, to be the thing drawing those perfect little noises out of you, but instead he’s resigned to watching you please yourself.

The way you look down at him is almost mocking, and he snarls when he finally snaps out of his reverie to look up at you.

“So? Are you going to try again? I believe in you, ‘Kuna.”

“Fuck off!” he growls, eyes sharp. “F-fuck you, damn it! I’ll only say this one more time: get your hips back down here. Now, petal.”

You laugh, a tinkling sound, because you’re smart enough to know that if Sukuna really wanted you to give in to his words, he would’ve already grabbed you and put you in your place. He would never say it out loud, but the flush of his face and the hint of submission glittering in his eyes was enough to tell you that he wanted you to break him. Force him to beg until he was so humiliated he lost himself. 

“‘Kuna. Look at me.”

The second he does, he regrets it. The sadistic glint in your eyes does something to him, and something warm sits in his abdomen that he can’t quite explain. He’s never been this turned on in his life (not that he’d ever admit that to you), and he tries his best to keep his harsh demeanor.

“What is it? Finally giving in, brat?”

“Funny,” you say, leaning down and sinking your teeth into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

His head tilts to allow you better access, and you like a long stripe up the side of his neck, nibbling at spots that you know are sensitive. He tries to remain still under you, but when you bite a particular sensitive spot he jolts as if he’s been shocked. His mouth is pressed into a thin line, a sad attempt to keep any noises from escaping. 

As you mark up his neck, one of your hands reaches down to toy with your entrance again. You’re soaked, and your essence is starting to leave a wet spot on Sukuna’s shirt from how much you’re absolutely dripping. If you weren’t so set on making your goliath of a boyfriend break, you’d be tempted to bring yourself to completion right here, right now.

“H-hey, brat.”

You glance up at him, curious. He seems to be expecting a proper response, but you decide he doesn’t deserve one, opting to raise a brow at him instead.

“You win, alright? I’m done with your games. If I must beg to make you cease your nonsense, then I will.”

You wait, but he says nothing else. You roll your eyes, bringing your hand that’s covered in your essence to hover right over his lips.

“I’m waiting, Sukuna. Will you be good for me now?”

“I’ve never been good a day in my life, you know that, petal-”

“Ryomen.”

You feel the shudder he lets out at you finally using his first name, enjoying the way that even words could draw out such a cute reaction from your usually stoic boyfriend.

“Fine, whatever. I will be ‘good’, sure. Just sit on my face again, won’t you? See, now I’m asking. Is that better for you, petal? Am I finally being ‘good’?”

He’s grinning, cocky, like he’s about to win some sort of prize, and suddenly you can’t help but bring a hand down, slapping him harshly right across the face. The sound echoes through his chambers as he blinks in disbelief, unable to believe that you just slapped him.

“Good? You think that was being good?” You seethe, seeing red. 

“If you don’t fix your god damn attitude, I’m going to make you watch me cum over and over again and let your pathetic dicks wet your pants with precum. Let them turn purple with need, soaking your pants like a dog in heat, and then I’m going to leave you here to jerk them off alone, knowing it won’t feel nearly as good as even my heels digging into them. Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to slap some sense into you again?”

“Crystal.” he swallows, throat dry. 

Suddenly it was so warm in here. You were right - he was feeling just like a dog in heat, pitifully licking his chops at the idea of tasting you. He was certain his underwear was ruined, tainted with globs of sticky precum that was absolutely gushing out of his cocks at the way you were treating him. He wanted you to hit him again, slap him like he was nothing, just do anything to him.

“Okay then, last chance, Sukuna. Beg.”

He closes his eyes. Fuck, was he really going to do this? Let some puny mortal, a feeble human, no less, walk all over him like this? He was a king, the most feared creature in all of the lands, and yet - 

“Fine then. If you don’t have it in you, then I’ll just-”

“No, please!”

You grin, feral, at his response. You don’t move, letting him look up at you like he’s going to die without you on top of him.

“F-fuck, what have you done to me?” he says, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Please, petal. Don’t make me ask again, please? Need to taste you on my tongue, stop teasing me, damn it, I’ll be good, I’ll be whatever you want, just…please.”

He’s flushed red, and you save him any further embarrassment by moving to straddle his face again.

“Good boy, Ryo.”

His eyes roll back as you finally sink back down on his face, tasting your sweet nectar on his tongue. He’s been waiting too long, and he claws at the sheets when he finally has you.

He’s letting out the cutest little sounds against your entrance, sending a pleasant vibration through your core, and you thread your fingers through his hair again. All the teasing you’ve done to yourself has your orgasm barrelling at you, and you’d be embarrassed if Sukuna wasn’t absolutely drunk on your taste.

“God, f-fuck, just like that, Ryo,” you murmur, hips canting against his face.

He doesn’t respond, too lost in the way you’re dripping on his tongue. You're grinding down so hard that he can barely breathe, but he could care less about air right now - all he can think about is you you you. You riding his face so perfectly, you all dressed in white, you with a pretty little ring on your finger. Just you as a part of his forever.

“Ryo, ‘m gonna!” you say breathlessly, hips beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.

He knows you told him not to, but he can’t allow himself to miss a single drop of your cum, and his hands come up to grip your thighs and dig your entrance right into his waiting mouth. As your eyes roll back, his do too, and he thinks for a moment that he might just cum in his pants. Your grip on his hair is lethal, and it’s doing things to him as you use him to ride out your high. The sickening twist in his guts lets him know that he likes this, perhaps a bit too much - being merely an object to your pleasure, a means to an end.

And you - you’re looking down at him with such devotion, and as his eyes meet yours, there’s nothing short of pure adoration in your gaze. You frantically fumble to move down, a gentle hand reaching to thumb at his cheek as you take him in. He looks far too wrecked to have not been touched, and yet, without looking, you knew he was good enough to keep his hands off his dicks without you asking. Your bare pelvis brushes against the outline in his jeans as you shift to straddle him, grinning at the way he groans low in his throat. You laugh airly at this, swiftly moving to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. You can still taste the remnants of yourself on him as his hand finds the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to his. You want to remind him not to touch, but your body can’t resist how sweetly he kisses you, like you two are the only people on the Earth.

He pulls away, eyes tracing your features, an unreadable look on his face. You don’t have time to question him before he’s already speaking his mind.

“Alright, you minx,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve had enough. It’s my turn now.”

Before you can retort, he’s flipping you both over, a sharp glint of something ruthless in his eyes. You gulp, suddenly so small under his gaze.

“Let me remind you who’s really in charge, hm?”

[venusscore]

Hey, could you write a Jason Tod x reader. Where the reader is a sexual menace. Jason hadn't really told his family he was dating anyone. So when Barbara was out one day, going about her day, she saw Jason shopping with a woman[reader], and so being the person she was, she followed them around and from what she could see, the woman was a kind and sweet person so she snapped a pick and left unnoticed. She showed the fam the picture when she got home. A few days later the mystery was eating away at them specifically Dick. So he decided to pay Jason a visit in the middle of the night, only to hear Jason and the mystery woman going at it.

(I actually got so excited when I saw my first real ask on here.)

Jason x reader, but they’re in a secret relationship

I did make reader TECHNICALLY gender neutral, just a bit more feminine sounding with the way I described them. Either way, they can be whatever you want.

Contains: Silly relationship dynamics, nosy batfam, menace reader, implications of sexual activity (I’m sorry if you were expecting more details. I don’t know how to write smut)

When Jason met you, he assumed you were some sweet little thing.

He was walking in a book store, looking at some of the classics, when he felt a force knock into his chest.

He looked down to see your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he knew he was a goner.

What he didn’t know, however, was that you were the least innocent person he’d ever meet!

Sometimes when you both were in a crowded room, you would sweetly lean over, looking like an absolute doll, and then whisper the most despicable thing in his ear and make him turn bright red before choking on whatever he was eating or drinking, and if not that, then the air. It was like a game to you! (He loved it)

Today, Jason was taking you out to the mall. He likes to spoil his partner.

You had a few bags in hand, chatting to him about this and that, while his hand rested on your lower back, keeping you close to him at all times.

What you both didn’t know was that a certain someone (Barbara Gordon) was spying from around the corner. She watched the way he softly looked at you, how you naturally leaned into him.

He was so in love.

She didn’t want to interrupt you both, and you seemed like a sweet person, so she simply snapped a picture and sent it to Dick.

By that night, everyone in the family knew and were DYING to ask questions, but Alfred was very clear that they had to respect Jason’s privacy and wait for him to open up.

Well, eventually two weeks went by and everyone had either lost interest or succumbed to waiting. A few of them sneakily took photos of your dates with Jason, but that was all.

Well, Dick is unfortunately extremely nosy. So he made the decision one night to just… sneak into Jason’s apartment! What’s the worst that can happen right?-

Oh my gosh.

He sneaks in through the window, ready to interrogate Jason when he hears the completely unashamed moans coming from the bedroom.

He was frozen solid. Was that- no… it couldn’t be. Was he in the wrong apartment?-

Then he heard you say Jason’s name and he dismissed the thought. Okay, right apartment.

He was about to exit when the bedroom door opened.

“Dick?”

Dick turned around, still in his Nightwing suit, may I add, and just… stared.

Jason came out of the room in some shorts he just threw on, looking mauled, having marks all over him and lipstick stains (if you wear lipstick). His hair was a wreck, he looked a bit dazed, and definitely sore.

Jason went bright red.. “Did you-?”

“Dude…” Dick mutters. “You look… wow.”

Jason was questioning whether he would kill his brother or beg him to pretend this never happened, when suddenly a giggle was heard and you popped your head out of the bedroom, having slipped on a robe.

“Is that Nightwing?” You ask, clearly not shy.

Jason stutters and tries to figure out how to explain that his idiot of a brother is, in fact, Nightwing.

While Jason stood like a deer in headlights, Dick noticed that you looked… considerably less destroyed than Jason, and very proud of yourself.

“No way.” Dick suddenly calls out, trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Holy shit- Go home, Dick!” Jason snaps at him, not even trying to save face anymore.

Dick quickly scurried off, leaving an angry Jason and a confused you.

After a long night of explanations (and much needed rest), Jason wakes up the next morning to a text in the family group chat.

“When do we get to meet them?”

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Holy crap, wow! Wrote two things in one day. That’s a record.

Thanks for the request! This is different than my usual writings, but so fun! I’m so happy that people are liking my stuff!

Again, thanks for the support. Please add more suggestions/requests.

[luvvjayk]

𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 - 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

PART 1

pairing : fratboy!Jeon Jungkook x reader genre : angst, secret situationship, fboy-to-loverboy, slow-burn, university au, smut word count : ~5k warnings! : alcohol, party setting, drinking, suggestive tension, emotional manipulation, light dom energy, explicit kissing, build-up for smut, fboy!Jungkook, mentions of hookups, reader is not innocent, slow-burn attraction, explicit language.

(MDNI) - contains mature themes!

Rule 1: What happens with us stays with us.

The frat house thrummed like a living beast, its heartbeat a bassline that shook the night, vibrating through the soles of your heels. The backyard sprawled wild, red Solo cups scattered like petals after a storm, cigarette embers flickering like fading stars, beer bottles catching moonlight in sharp glints. Fairy lights hung loose above, their amber glow brushing soft halos across sweaty faces lost in the music’s grip. The air was thick with tequila’s sting, the pool’s chlorine bite, and the sweet curl of weed drifting from dark corners. Bodies danced, shouted, laughed, a restless tide chasing a high only nights like this could weave.

You stood by the pool with your girls, Mia and Lila, your laugh sharp enough to cut through the noise. Your black dress hugged your curves, bold but not desperate, its hem teasingly short, your hair spilling in waves that caught the light like liquid starlight. You weren’t the queen of this scene, and you wore that like armor. People knew you, your quick wit, your unshakable confidence, the way you held a room without begging for its gaze. Mia was mid-rant about some poli-sci boy’s failed pickup line, her voice loud and biting, while Lila, eyes alight with gossip, egged her on. You were a name, not a crown, respected, not worshipped. Guys tried their luck, but you parried with a smirk and a line, your walls built high. You weren’t here to fall, especially not for him.

Jeon Jungkook was a myth spun in ink and shadow, a name that lingered like a half-whispered warning. Across the patio, he leaned against a makeshift bar, a bottle of Patrón dangling from his fingers, pouring shots into a fishbowl with careless ease. His black shirt hung open, revealing tattoos that traced his chest, secrets inked in skin no one was close enough to read. His dark hair fell into his eyes, damp with sweat, and his lip piercing caught the light as he flashed a smirk at a girl leaning too close. He was the university’s golden boy, DJ, party-thrower, frat star with a reputation that burned bright. Every girl craved him. Every guy envied him. And Jungkook? He wore it like a crown, bold and untouchable, with rules to keep his heart caged and his nights free.

You’d heard the whispers: situationships that ended in tears, hookups that flared like comets and burned out just as fast, rules he set to keep things clean, no strings, no feelings, no chaos. He was trouble, the kind that sank into your bones and left you marked before you knew you were bleeding. You didn’t want trouble. You thrived on challenges, exams, debates, late-night bets with your girls, you lived for the rush of proving yourself. But Jungkook? He was a game you weren’t sure you should play.

Yet his eyes found you, a slow burn across the crowd, like a flame licking at dry wood. His gaze was sharp, deliberate, peeling back your walls as if he already knew the shape of your soul. You didn’t flinch. You sipped your soda water, tilted your head, and let a small, defiant smirk curl your lips. You weren’t some wide-eyed freshman. If he wanted to play, you’d make him earn every inch.

Mia nudged you, voice low, “He’s staring again.”

“Let him,” you said, eyes on your cup, voice cool as moonlight but your pulse quickening.

Lila grinned, mischief sparking in her gaze, “That’s Jeon Jungkook, party god, heartbreaker. You sure you want that smoke?”

“I’m not chasing smoke,” you said, sharp but playful, “He’s just a guy with an ego bigger than this house.”

Mia laughed, sipping her drink, “A guy who hasn’t spent a night alone since freshman year. Good luck dodging that bullet.”

You smirked, but his stare clung to you, heavy and warm, like a secret you weren’t ready to share. The night unfurled, the party growing louder, wilder, someone dove into the pool, sparking cheers, a couple slipped into the shadows, their giggles swallowed by the bass. You danced with your girls, the music sinking into your bones, your laugh sharp and free. You weren’t trying to shine, but you did, your confidence a quiet fire, your movements a challenge to the night.

Jungkook didn’t approach right away. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, circling but not striking. You saw him, pouring shots, tossing back his head to laugh with his boys, his presence pulling eyes and whispers. Each time his gaze hit you, it was a spark, a silent dare, Step into my world. You didn’t. You weren’t here to be another name on his list.

But later, when the crowd thinned around the bar, you went for a refill, weaving through bodies and spilled drinks. He was there, leaning against the counter, fingers tapping the tequila bottle, eyes glinting like trouble waiting to happen. The crowd parted, and it felt like the night had set you up.

“You’re dodging the spotlight,” he said, voice low, rough from shouting over the music. His eyes slid over you, slow, deliberate, lingering on the curve of your hips, the hem of your dress, before locking on yours, “Scared it’ll burn?”

You poured a soda water, keeping your movements steady, “I don’t need a spotlight to own the room, Jungkook.”

He smirked, leaning closer, his breath warm with tequila, “Funny, cause you’re stealing it anyway.”

You arched a brow, unfazed, “You always this full of yourself, or is the tequila talking?”

His laugh was deep, raw, like you’d surprised him, “Most girls would’ve blushed by now.”

“I’m not most girls,” you said, voice sharp but teasing, eyes locked on his, “And you’re not as smooth as you think.”

“Oh, I’m smooth enough, Doll,” he said, the pet name laced with a bold edge, grin flashing, all teeth and danger, “But you’re not like them, are you? You’re…” He paused, eyes on your lips, then back to your gaze, searching. In his mind, he thought Trouble, the word a flicker he didn’t dare speak, “You’re something else.”

The word hung between you, heavy and alive, lighting a fire in your chest. It wasn’t just a line, it was a challenge, and you were built for challenges. You lived for the rush of proving yourself, and Jungkook was looking at you like a game he was dying to play.

“Something else?” you said, tilting your head, smirk sharp, “That’s the best you’ve got?”

He laughed, softer, eyes darkening, “Oh, I’ve got plenty, but you’re not ready for it yet.”

You stepped closer, close enough to make him tense, voice low, “And you think you’re ready for me?”

His grin was slow, bold, but there was something else, something that saw you, not just the chase, “I don’t just keep up. I set the pace.” He leaned in, voice a low drawl, “Question is, can you handle it?”

Your heart kicked, but you held your ground. You loved this, the push and pull, the thrill of a challenge, “You might not like losing, Jungkook,” you said, voice dripping with defiance, “Careful.”

“Oh, I never lose,” he said, eyes burning, “And I’d make you love every second of it.”

The air was electric, the space between you humming with tension. He didn’t touch you, didn’t need to, his presence was enough, a heat that sank into your skin. You held his gaze, refusing to break. This was a game, and you played to win.

He poured two shots, sliding one toward you, “To trouble,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on yours, thinking My Trouble but not saying it.

You hesitated, your drive to win flaring. You could walk away, keep your guard up, stay safe. But his gaze, bold, daring, with a hint of something real, made your blood sing. You grabbed the shot, clinking it against his, “To winning,” you said, and tossed it back, the tequila’s burn sharp against the heat in your chest.

He watched you, eyes unreadable, then downed his shot and slipped into the crowd without a word. You stood there, pulse racing, the taste of tequila and his challenge lingering like a promise.

The night spun on, the party a haze of music and laughter. You danced with your girls, threw your head back, let the bass carry you. But Jungkook was never far, a shadow at the edge of your sight. You caught him watching, by the bar, across the yard, his eyes dark, a smirk curling his lips as he poured drinks or laughed with his boys. Each glance was a move, a silent dare to see who’d break first.

You didn’t give in. You weren’t here to be another conquest. But the tension grew, a tightening coil, every look a spark threatening to ignite. Hours later, as the crowd thinned, the air cooler, you found yourself by the pool again, laughing with Lila about some drunk guy’s failed dance move. Jungkook appeared, his presence cutting through the night, but he didn’t pounce. He lingered, leaning against a table nearby, watching you with that same dark gaze.

“You’re still here,” he said, voice low, stepping closer, “Thought you’d run by now.”

You turned, crossing your arms, smirk sharp, “Run? From you? You’re not that scary, Jungkook.”

He laughed, low and warm, stepping closer, close enough to smell the cedar of his cologne, the faint tequila on his breath, “Not scary, huh? Then why’re you keeping your distance?”

“I’m not,” you said, voice cool but your pulse betraying you, “I’m just not falling for your crap.”

He grinned, eyes glinting, “Oh, this ain’t crap, Doll,” he said, the pet name smooth and deliberate, “This is a chase, and that fire in you, the way you move, it’s making me work for it.”

You hated how he got under your skin, how he pushed every button with precision, “You think I’m that easy to catch?” you said, stepping closer, your body brushing his, daring him.

“Not easy,” he said, eyes darkening, his voice a smooth whisper, “But damn, that spark in your eyes, the way you carry yourself, it’s got me hooked.”

Your heart raced, a warmth spreading through you at his words, but you kept your face stern, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you said, voice sharp, but the heat in your core was undeniable.

“Flattery?” he said, leaning closer, breath brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m just telling the truth. You’re a storm, and I’m dying to get caught in it.”

The air was thick, the space between you alive with tension. Your skin prickled, your heart pounding, but you didn’t back down, “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” you said, voice low, teasing, eyes locked on his.

His grin widened, a flash of hunger in his gaze, “Oh, I will,” he said, leaning closer, breath brushing your ear again, “That wit, the way you push back, it’s driving me wild. You think you can keep me out? I’m already in your head.”

You swallowed, his words sparking a rush of heat, but you kept your face stern, “You’re dreaming,” you said, but your voice was softer, the fire in your core betraying you.

“Then why’s your heart racing?” he said, voice a low growl, stepping so close his chest brushed yours, “Why’re you looking at me like you want me to do something about it?”

Your breath hitched, the air heavy with want. You could feel him, his warmth, his desire, the hard lines of his body so close you could barely think, “You think you’re irresistible?” you said, voice low, daring him, your eyes burning into his, “What makes you think you can handle me?”

His eyes flashed, hunger and desire mixing in his gaze, “I don’t just handle a storm like you,” he said, voice rough, “I make it rage. And you, with that fire, those curves, you’re gonna want me.”

Your heart pounded, a shiver running through you at his words, but you kept your face stern, “You’re so full of it,” you said, voice low, but your body betrayed you, leaning closer, your lips inches from his.

“Prove me wrong, Doll,” he said, voice a smooth whisper, and then he kissed you.

It was fire, raw and consuming, his lips crashing into yours like a wave breaking on a shore. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him, fingers digging into your hips as he backed you against a tree, the bark rough against your skin. You kissed him back, just as fierce, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. He tasted like tequila and spearmint, sharp and intoxicating, and when he bit your lower lip, just hard enough to sting, you gasped, your body arching into his.

“Fuck, Doll,” he muttered against your mouth, voice rough as he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second, “Your lips, the way you move against me, it’s fucking perfect.” His hands roamed, one sliding up your side, thumb grazing the edge of your dress, teasing the bare skin beneath, the other gripping your thigh, pushing the fabric higher, his fingers hot against your skin. You pushed back, flipping your positions so his back hit the tree, your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his open shirt, your nails scraping lightly across his skin.

“You think you’re in charge?” you said, breathless but stern, and kissed him again, harder, your lips bruising against his. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you, and pulled you closer, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. You could feel him, hard, wanting, his body a promise of everything you were fighting not to crave.

His lips moved to your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, making you shiver, “This spark in you,” he whispered, voice rough, breath hot against your collarbone, “The way you fight me, it’s gonna be my ruin, and I’m fucking addicted.” His words sent a rush of warmth through you, your heart racing, but you kept your face stern, refusing to let him see how much he affected you.

“You’re not getting to me,” you said, voice low and fierce, and kissed him again, all teeth and fire, your body pressed so close you could feel his heartbeat. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you tighter, and you moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing yours in a dance that left you dizzy.

His kisses turned hungrier, messier, his lips claiming every inch of yours, his hands exploring, one sliding up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your underwear, the other tangling in your hair, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. You matched him, refusing to yield, your hands roaming his chest, slipping under his shirt, feeling the taut lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin. He hissed when your nails dug in, his grip tightening, his kisses turning desperate, a collision of want and defiance. You pushed your hips against his, feeling the hard evidence of his desire, and he groaned, low and deep, his lips stuttering against yours.

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” he said, voice raw, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead against yours, eyes dark and wild, “That fire, the way you kiss, you’re gonna drive me insane, and I’m here for it.” His praise sent a shiver through you, your heart pounding, but you kept your face stern, refusing to let him see the effect he had.

“You’re still not getting to me,” you said, breathless but firm, your lips swollen, your body humming, “I’m not falling for your crap.”

He laughed, rough and low, and kissed you again, softer but still intense, his lips lingering like he was memorizing you, “You’re already falling, Doll,” he said, voice smooth, eyes glinting, “You just don’t know it yet.” He stepped back, adjusting his shirt like nothing had happened, pulling out his phone, typing with one hand, “We’re doing this again, no strings, just us, my rules.”

You smoothed your dress, heart racing, body still on fire, the warmth of his words lingering but your face stern, “Your rules?” you said, raising an eyebrow, voice skeptical, “You think I’m that easy to pull in?”

He grinned, eyes glinting, “Not easy,” he said, leaning in, voice dropping to a smooth, heart-racing whisper, “But that spark in you, the way you kiss, the way you fit against me, you’re gonna want this again. I’m the best you’ll ever have, and you know it.”

You laughed, sharp and dismissive, but his words sparked a rush of heat, “You think you’re irresistible?” you said, stepping closer, your voice low, daring, “What makes you think you can resist me?”

His eyes flashed, a mix of hunger and surprise, “Oh, Doll,” he said, voice rough, “I’m not even trying to resist. I’m gonna make you crave this, make you come running back. That fire, those lips, you’re my kind of trouble, and I’m gonna prove it.” His words sent a shiver through you, but you kept your face stern, refusing to give in.

“Keep dreaming,” you said, voice cool but eyes blazing, “You’re not that good.”

He grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket, “We’ll see,” he said, turning, disappearing into the shadows, leaving you with the echo of his kiss and the weight of his words.

Back in your dorm, the silence was jarring after the party’s chaos. You kicked off your heels, your dress pooling on the floor, and checked your phone. A new message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Rule 1: What happens with us stays with us.

Your breath caught. You hadn’t given him your number, but Jungkook had his ways, probably charmed it out of someone at the party. You stared at the message, heart pounding with something you wouldn’t name. He hadn’t shown you, but he’d saved your number as My Trouble, a vow, a warning, a secret locked in his phone, a name that burned with the promise of you.

You typed a reply, fingers steady despite the fire in your chest

You think I’ll play by your rules? Cute.

You hit send, a smirk curling your lips. You should’ve deleted it, blocked him, walked away. He was trouble, the kind that could set your world ablaze. But you were never one to back down from a challenge, and Jungkook was one you couldn’t ignore, a game you weren’t sure you’d win but couldn’t stop playing.

The next morning, your phone buzzed. No text, just a photo, a grainy shot of a vinyl record spinning on a turntable, his tattooed hand adjusting the needle, the room dim and intimate. No caption, no explanation. Just a glimpse into his world, a silent dare to step closer. Then, another message, timed to make your heart stop,

Next party, I’ll be waiting. Don’t make me hunt you down.

Your stomach twisted, a mix of dread and thrill. Another party, another chance to face him, to play this dangerous game. You didn’t reply, but your mind was racing, picturing the crowd, the music, the way his eyes would find you in the dark. You didn’t know that across campus, Jungkook was sprawled on his couch, staring at your message, a grin spreading as he traced My Trouble on his screen. You didn’t know that he was already plotting his next move, something to push you past your limits, something to test the rules he’d set.

author’s note :

hi, i’m rie ♡

this story's been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now and i finally decided to set it free. honestly? i like it… but i kept feeling like it could hit harder. maybe it’s just me being in my head about the framing or the pacing,i don’t know. but i’m trusting the slow burn, because it’s only going to get more chaotic, messier from here.

part two drops in two days—so stick around. feel free to drop a 💌 in my comments or in my inbox if you wanna be added to the taglist!

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Credit to @livviespixels for these graphics. I need banners, art, fanart, fanfics, and MORE for our beloved Shadow Lord PRONTO PEOPLE!

I adore this man. So damn much. But I've been all over the place. GlimmerFics but imma take a break from writing there especially cause I get emotionally crying over Jinwoo for weeks now, moody over ZZZ gacha troubles and now that's P5X. So sorry for being gone for over a month and if this fic ain't that good for my Shadowlord's greatness.

CW: Self awareness AU brief/implied. Personal issues I've dealt with this past month like emotional depression, gut pains, etc. Tickle fluff, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

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Another insomnia fueled night.

Grinding through the newest hit game that everyone has been raving about.

On your laptop, resting on the kitchen chair, as you lay on your family living room couch, earphones plugged in as you toiled away the dead of night while the rest of your relatives sleep.

Despite having made many friends and some hateful choices along the way, your selfish bias had you pining for one character in particular.

Whether as a horned skulled creature composed of human and animal bones and shadows or as a emo human twink with a passion for the role, you adore this entity. This cool dork. Your beloved Shadow Lord; Skips Shadley.

Besides, the voice sold you on the character. That particular range, richness, versatility, whether gruff and theatrical or gentle and soothing.

Unbeknownst to you, the metas this game has pulled is about to take another big leap. So you thought it was all just a dream, believing you had conked out on the couch in the midst of playing.

Betty was used to your night owl habits so she still missed you sleeping at night with her like the old days. But she appreciated it when you return to her as you sleep through the day.

You could have sought out Farya; the first aid expert might be able to treat your flared up nerve damaged limbs that could involve improving your circulation. But you doubted it, your own personal ailments being incurable.

Gaia was understanding of how you kept coming to the corner of the house most of all to see the evident shadow beneath her stand, but is appreciative of you eventually befriending her, even more because she in a sense kept watch over your favorite house dweller.

Despite the Dateviators technically being on to allow you to be able to interact with these dateable objects and concepts, you didn't feel anything on your face as you were endearingly wrapped up in the familiar cozy darkness. The sight of your chosen lover appears out of the endless dark of his domain, making himself quite visible.

"Welcome back, my dear —!" He cut himself off as he looked at you like he's seeing you for the first time. His charcoal pupils lost in a daze. His glowing yellow blush dusting his face. "You ... you're here."

That's when he noticed the emotional distress on your face as your hands press to your chest and belly, pain evident, snapping him out of it. "Penumbra? What's wrong? What happened?!"

His panic and concern layered with tenderness as he hurries over makes your heart flutter, his misty back length hair sentient as he curtains both sides of you, his moonlight glowing hands carefully raking over your form to find any sorts of physical injuries on you.

"My chest, my stomach, my gut - especially my gut - dull flares of pain! I've been emotionally overwhelmed for weeks now. Am I eating too much? Been drinking coffee a lot too. They say bad sleep can cause gut issues. Or is it just that I'm getting older now? I don't fucking know anymore!" Your blubbering puffy self, wallowing in misery, crumbled apart in Skips' startled, anxious grasp.

"Please don't cry. Pretty please?" Your sniffles smother his chest, his smoky gray scarf he uses to dab your face with, not minding it getting soiled, easily able to clean them out since his attire is composed out of darkness itself. He pat and rubbed your back in gentle circular motions, letting you get out all those pent up emotions, nuzzling his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. "There there, angel~ I've got you."

"I'd rather be a shadow at this rate!" The sudden mood shift created from your moody words had Skips looking downtrodden, his eyes hidden underneath his wispy hair, reminding him of his failed ritual in reconfiguring you. You're the one panicked now. "I'm sorry beloved. I didn't mean to — !"

"Oh really now?" That ominous tone he took gave you goosebumps; that mischievous gleam in his eyes peeking out between his wisps. "Such a particular choice of words there, my dark ally~"

His shadows envelop you as he laid you down on plush comfy padding on his floor. He morphs into his alternate monster form. His towering frame envelops your sensitive teary-eyed self, his gruff rough voice seeped with mischief. "Hmm, perhaps I can remedy this dastardly situation."

The gentle yet thorough examination his giant clawed hands gives your vulnerable body leaves you feeling giddy as you giggle and squirm in his hold. "Nohoho stahahahp~! I'm so ticklihihish~!"

"That's the whole point, love. My punishment for your choice of words is most merciful, most bountiful, and most enjoyable~! Fwa hah haha!" His gravelly, wicked cackling only adds to his tickling more.

Pinned in between his arms, he keeps you caged between the puffy floor and his boney shadow form. Squeezing and pinching your hips, kneading and rubbing both sides of your folded belly, wiggling his lone curled claw along your neck and underneath your chin.

His careful tender touch leaves your heart quaking and your nerves firing. Your upper body quakes and your legs kick out underneath him as your laughs raise a pitch higher.

“That's it, my cute penumbra. Let all your unbridled energies spill out. Become untethered and enter the void~!" His spooky drawl got a watery chortle out of you amidst your squeamish state as his boney snout nuzzles your flushed smiling face.

Despite the predicament you're currently in, you hadn't remembered the last time you laughed. Days came and went in depressing sobbing episodes. It felt so long since you last felt elated. Could that be why he's doing this?

"To bare witness to the sight of you in the flesh ... your adorable real self~ I'm honored." His deep voice rumbles richly, his crinkled eyes sockets bore into your squeezed shut eyelids, his curling grin with boney teeth grows to match your own.

His words are nearly lost on you through the tingling, overwhelming high. All of him gets to you. His attention, his touch, both sides to him, you thrived off it all.

He releases you after a bit longer, letting you breathe, ghostly tickles still racking your curled up form as tired giggles slip out of you. His form reverted back to his human coil, brushing your hair away from your face, cradling your bright warm cheek, doting pecks on the tip of your nose, in between your brows, your forehead.

"I enjoy tickling your heart quite fiercely, my dear human. Especially if it helps you smile again." His shadows returned, this time however, to massage and caress your abdomen, your hips, your chest. Working out the stiff kinks. "To think this is how I'm actually seeing you for the first time."

You finally had your head clear from the ticklish overlay, finally able to ask about it between your pleased sighs and thankful hums. "What are you talking about?"

"I've always seen you on the other side of the screen whenever you play the game. So how ... how are you are here? Then again, lots of weirder shit goes on in this house so this shouldn't be so surprising. But even so," His yellow blushed paired with his lovesick smile made your toes curl and your heart race. "I'm actually meeting you face to face. And you're lovely."

You flush bashfully as he cradles you in his arms now, having you draped over his lap as you play with his scarf and his long shadowy hairlocks tickle your face when you decide to get it all off your chest.

"I'm so tired, Skips. Of feeling all this pain. Of being alone. Of not having anything worth living for back home. I don't want this to be a dream. I don't want to go back either. I want to stay here. I want you. If I have to Realize you to make you human so we can be together, I'll do it." Your rambled words seep with worry, anxiety, hope and need.

"I'm all too familiar with the negative nosedives." His own face nuzzles yours, his arms embrace you, holding onto you, both of you serving as each other's anchor. "You've accepted my true self. You chose me ... all of me. How could I not accept all of you in return?"

His whole being envelop you, submerging you in that tingly cozy warmth that soothes away the cramps, the dull aches within, and the emotional weight that pooled in your mind and your heart. "I'd be honored if you do Realize me. Being human with you, seeing this world for ourselves, or even just staying here in this house together, I want to be with you too, more than anything."

His shadows formed pillows and comfy bedding, laying you down with him joining you, facing you, but keeping you in his arms still. "Until then, you can sleep during the day and I'll watch over you until we can hang out at night. I'll make sure the silverfish don't bother you when you're sleeping."

Your eyes ripple up at him, swelling with hope. "Really?"

He blushed harder, smile dopey like, as his nose brushes yours. "You're a denizen of my realm now. And the Shadow Lord treats his darling penumbra with the most endearment."

You melt in his grasp, taking in his scent, relishing being in his grasp. "Thank you." His darkness made you feel so safe, easing down your sleep anxieties, nuzzling his chest in response to that. "I'll think of you always throughout my days." When you sleep through the daytime, dreaming of seeing him again.

"And I of you, through and beyond my nights." He followed you up, repeating your love lines to each other, humming deeply at how perfect. "Is it alright if I call you by your real name too?" Your sweet nod, your gentle whispering close to his face, made it all the more sweeter when he spoke your name at last with his cute smile. "Y/n L/n. You've made me the happiest I've been in a long time."

"And so have you." Your arms hugged his slim waist, your knees brush his peeking through his ripped tight pants, and your feet brushed his black boots. You just can't get enough of him. He is really truly yours.

"I love you, my beloved dummy."

"I love you too, my angelic dork."

And you're his. You're the Shadow Lord's now. Sharing a kiss or two ... or many pecks and hips and smooches as his shadows keep you both comfy as you two curled up together, intimacy setting the mood.

You'd take his loving darkness over the lonely light, always.

[usagimygoatfr]

you saw a what?! - sophia laforteza x reader

synopsis: sophia's errand day turns to a paranormal experience...?

☆ミ fluff, crack, i was bored

wc: 590

it has been established that sophia will always buy the groceries after the manon and lara incident. sometimes, she would bring one of the members along with her if it's going to be a restock day. today, however, was a friday. and fridays are sophia's errand days. she usually asks a member or two what they want from the grocery store, and she'll get it for them, and today was megan's day. unfortunately for her, megan wrote down what she wanted while she was in game. and while megan tries to do something while she's is in game, that could only mean one thing.

"what kind of penmanship is this, megan?" sophia groans, her eyes scrunching as she tries to make out megan's grocery list. sophia grabs her phone, scrolling through her contact list to find megan's number. she clicks the contact name and waits for megan to pick up. the faint music from the grocery store keeping her company.

"sophia, i'm in game! call me later!" megan shouts from her computer before abruptly ending the call.

on the same aisle, y/n is seen pushing her cart as she scans through the flour section. apparently, double zero flour was indeed different from all purpose. she will definitely remember that the next time she bakes cookies.

"ugh, megan." sophia groans. y/n's head snaps at the direction of the voice. she sees a hooded figure with a basket in hand, the other hand frantically typing something on her phone. 'should i help her?' y/n asks herself. she walks towards the woman, pushing her cart in a corner and setting it aside, "excuse me, do you need help?" she asks. sophia's head turns towards the voice, her eyes meeting y/n's. "ah, i'm fine–" sophia cuts herself off, "actually, do you mind reading this for me?" she hands y/n the crumpled paper with what looked like scribbles at first glance.

y/n reads the paper, her eyebrows furrowing a bit. "one tteokbokki, one peelable mango gummy, two monster energy drinks, and 1 strawbery sorbet, the one that comes in those little tiny..." y/n pauses, "packets." she adds, handing sophia the note.

sophia's eyes widened, "how did you do that?" she asks, amazement evident in her tone. y/n chuckles, "i'm a pharmacist."

"oh," sophia laughs, her eyes scrunching as she does, "that actually makes so much sense. thank you so much..." she pauses, "y/n. my name's y/n." y/n replies. "thank you so much, y/n. i'm sophia." she extends her hand. y/n shakes sophia's hand gently, "i know, from katseye, yeah?" sophia's eyes widened for a split second, "yes. are you a fan?" she asks. y/n nods, "i am, actually. i like your music," she smiles. sophia smiles as well, "do you want a picture?" she asks. y/n shakes her head, "no, not really. i'm glad i can help you though." she replies, walking back to her cart and blissfully pushing her cart to get her all purpose flour. unaware of the absolute shock on sophia's face.

sophia stood in complete stillness that people who were just passing by would think that she's a carboard cutout of a woman holding a basket. her self-induced trance is shattered when her phone rang—megan was calling.

"hey, i'm done. why did you call?" faint video game music can be heard from the background. "hello? sophia? are you okay?" megan asks, watching the leader who was uncharacteristically quiet.

"i think i just saw a ghost."

an: first fic, kinda nervous (i did not proofread this whatsoever)

[rafecameronssl4t]

I need another Thornton!reader PLS

Eight-ball || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

A/n: I was rewatching Topgun Maverick and got inspired by that one scene between phoenix and rooster at the very beginning of the movie when they were playing pool lol

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,015

MASTERLIST (Rafe x Thornton!reader au masterlist)

The music was already thudding through your house like a heartbeat, but you couldn’t care less. You were still pissed. You didn’t even remember how the argument started—something stupid, like most of them. You’d told him not to be late. He had rolled his eyes.

You said you were tired of waiting around like some puppy. He called you dramatic, then you snapped something back that made his jaw lock. Rafe hadn’t spoken a word on the drive over, and when he’d gone to open your door like he always did, you’d already stepped out without him.

Now here you were, halfway through your second drink, cue in hand and focused on the pool table like it was the only thing in the world worth caring about. He watched you from across the room, standing near Kelce and some others, but his blue eyes were locked on you like you were a loaded gun.

He knew that look on your face. He’d put it there more than once—lips tight, chin tilted, fire simmering just beneath the polished surface. You were in one of your party dresses: black, satin, short. One of his favorites. Which only pissed you off more. The balls scattered with a satisfying crack as you broke.

You leaned over again, lining up your next shot. You could feel his gaze slide down the line of your back, heavy and annoyed and possessive all at once. He finally approached, beer still in hand. “You’re really not gonna talk to me?” Rafe asked, his voice low, just for you. You didn’t look at him.

Just chalked the cue slowly, like you had all the time in the world. “Not tonight,” you muttered, eyes locked on the eight ball like it owed you something. Rafe stood on the other side of the table, jaw ticking, watching the way your lips barely moved. The kind of control you had when you were angry was ten times more dangerous than when you yelled.

“You look hot when you’re mad,” he said. Still, you said nothing. You leaned over for your next shot, the hem of your dress riding just enough to make his mouth twitch—and as you lined up the cue, you accidentally (but not really) jabbed the stick directly into his abdomen. Hard.

He grunted, staggering back slightly. “Fuck—” You straightened up, cool and elegant, as if nothing had happened. “Oops.” He narrowed his eyes at you, stepping closer now, dropping the act. “You did that on purpose.” You gave him a saccharine smile. “Maybe I just don’t like people crowding my shot.”

He exhaled through his nose. His smile was slow and dangerous, like a fuse that had just been lit. “You gonna keep playing games, or you wanna actually talk to me like a grown-up?” “Oh, now you want to talk?” You sank another ball—solid. Your side. “Where was that energy earlier, huh? When I was waiting for you for almost an hour?”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, trying to stay calm. “I told you—my dad was at the office—” “You could’ve called. You should’ve called. But no, because God forbid Rafe Cameron act like someone who gives a damn about anyone but himself.” That one hit. You could tell.

He didn’t answer, just walked over and snatched the cue out of your hand, throwing it onto the felt. You glared at him, shocked. “You think I don’t give a damn about you?” he growled, low. “Are you serious right now?” You stepped toward him, toe to toe. “You’re damn right I do.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched, eyes dragging down your face, your lips, your chest rising and falling in quick, angry breaths. “You drive me insane, you know that?” “Right back at you, babe.” There was a charged pause. Then his fingers closed around your wrist.

“We’re not doing this here,” he muttered. You raised a brow. “No? Where, then? Upstairs? So you can pretend like everything’s fine just because I let you fuck it out of me?” His grip tightened for half a second, eyes dark

“Tempting,” he rasped, stepping in so close you could feel his breath, “but I’d rather you stop pretending I don’t give a shit—when you’re the only thing I’ve ever given a fuck about.” And just like that, the heat between you changed. Still fire, but a different kind. The kind that always got the better of both of you.

You tilted your head, lashes low as you gave him a cool, practiced smile. “Then maybe next time… show up.”You patted his chest twice—light, dismissive, the way someone might soothe a misbehaving dog—and turned without another word.

Drink in hand, hips swaying, you walked off—leaving Rafe standing there, jaw clenched, fists flexing at his sides, eyes glued to your back like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss you breathless or drag you into the nearest room and tear that damn dress in half. Spoiler: he’d probably do both.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Bad Idea (3)

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary- Natasha proposes that the two of you become friends with benefits.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI- Friends with Benefits, Jealousy, Drinking, Parties, Fingering , Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Feelings.

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List Ch1 | Ch2

“Alright folks I think a celebration is in order!” cheered Tony as you all started leaving the Quinjet after your latest mission. A few groaned in response as most people were tired after taking down a Hydra base but Tony persisted with his idea. “Come on guys,” he said while wrapping an arm around you causing you to raise an eyebrow, “Just a few drinks, maybe a game or two?” You rolled your eyes at the man as, despite being tired, you would never refuse the chance to drink and he knew that. After a few others agreed you also joined in and decided to go straight to your room so you could flop on your bed before the party.

A body joined you on the bed as you felt the bed dip with her weight before she settled straddling your back. A pair of hands worked over your back and you sighed into the sheets at the feeling of her hands working at the tense muscle.

“What? Does that feel good?” she teased while biting your earlobe earning a groan from you. You left out a muffled ‘Mhmm’ into the sheets earning a chuckle from the spy on top of you. The two of you stayed like that until you felt her peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. You held onto the back of her thighs before flipping to two of you over so you could hover over her. Lips ghosted each other as you stared into her eyes with a soft smile.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious to the effect you have on me?” you hummed out whilst scraping your teeth along her pulse point, a gasp leaving her lips at the feeling.

“Maybe,” she purred out while her hands found a place in your hair to tug your face back to hers. “What are you going to do about it?” Just as you were about to kiss her a loud knock at your door was heard.

“Y/N!” Shouted Tony and you groaned into her neck.

“What do you want Stark!” you shouted back as you had something much better to do then talk to Stark.

“Come on we’re starting the party so get your arse out of bed and get drunk with me!”

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Two hours later and you were with the rest of the Avengers in the common area having a collection of shots or drinks that you would probably regret in the morning. You watched with wide eyes as Tony stood on top of the table and announced truth or dare. As it was Stark’s idea, it was his turn to go first. The night consisted of Tony giving Steve a lap dance, Clint strip teasing the group, Natasha having to take a shot of Asgardian liquor and Sam and Bucky switching clothes. You and Wanda were the only ones left so Tony once again got involved.

“I dare Wanda to straddle Y/n and whisper dirty things until the round is over,” he slurred out and your eyes widened. You looked over at Natasha to see a blank expression before your gaze switched to Wanda who was softly smiling at you. Wanda easily sat in your lap and your hands hesitantly went to her waist. You knew the agreement between you and Nat was strictly just meant to be sex but your feelings towards the spy made this feel so wrong.

“Wanda I-“

“I know,” she whispered softly into your ear. “I think you and Nat would be cute together,” she adds making you blush and to the others it seems Wanda is saying obscene thoughts.

“How?” you whisper back, moving so no one can hear what you’re saying.

“Does everyone forget I’m a mind reader?” she chuckles out into your ear making you blush again as well…you’ve definitely thought certain things about the spy near Wanda. “Also you might want to keep your thoughts quieter,” she teases and you groan in embarrassment earing a cheer from Tony as his thoughts are somewhere else. Once the round is finished, Wanda gets off your lap quickly and sends a wink your way for encouragement and you turn your gaze to Natasha who is refusing to look at you. After a few minutes you see her slip out of the room and swiftly follow after her.

“Nat,” you say while running up to her, your hands going to her waist.

“No,” she says with a hint of anger in her voice.

“You don’t need to be jealous Wanda was just-“

“I’m not jealous!” she snaps while turning around to face you, “Its just….you’re mine!” Her voice is shaky as you looks at you. Your eyes stay trained on hers as she carries on, “I know we agreed just sex but I fell for you. I couldn’t stop myself from loving you and I get that you don’t love me back-“

You cut her rambling off by crashing your lips to hers in a passionate kiss. You tried to put all of your feelings into the kiss and pushed her against the wall to continue it. Your hands cupped her cheeks as you pulled back to rest your foreheads togethers, both of you panting for breath.

“I love you Natasha,” you whisper against her lips. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I couldn’t stop myself falling for you,” you confessed and she pressed her lips back to yours. Your hands made their way to the bare skin of her thighs that her skirt reveals and slowly trail upwards. When you meet nothing but bare skin you moan into the kiss at the realization. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” You stutter out as this feels so much more intimate now you’ve both confessed your feelings.

“No,” she rasps out at the shell of your ear. “So take me to bed. Now.” Her tone is desperate and who are you to deny her when she needs you. You pull away from her and grab her hand before dragging her towards her room as this is one of the soundproof rooms in the building. As soon as you make it to her room, she pins you against the door and starts stripping you of your clothes. Your hands work at her shirt and bra as she bites marks into your neck and eventually the two of you make it to her bed. You push her onto it before climbing on top of her and pressing your lips to hers in another passionate kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” you husk out at her ear making her hips grind upwards into your abdomen, “Show me how good you can be, how submissive you can be for me.” A whimper escapes her at your words and as your hands tease her sensitive nipples before you take a breast into your mouth. Her hands tangle in your hair as usual and she tugs your head back to her face so she can kiss you. Her hands wrap around to play with the baby hairs of your neck while you pull her skirt down to reveal her bare, creamy skin. “You’re perfect,” you mumble against her lips causing a tint of red to appear on her cheeks.

“Please touch me,” she whispers before closing the gap between you. You remain kissing her, enjoying this new intimacy, while one hand trails south to reach her dripping core. A low moan is muffled by your mouth as you run a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness, before moving to circle her clit. Your kisses move to her jaw and neck when she starts moaning as you slip two fingers into her soaking cunt. “Fuck,” she groans out, eyes fluttering close at the feeling, while you continue leaving marks all over her body. You pump your fingers in and out of her at an increasing pace earning a string of moans to pour out of her mouth and her hips grind upwards in time with every thrust. You place one last kiss on her mouth before kissing down her toned stomach to reach where she desperately needs you. Whimpers echo around the room as you tease her by nipping at the skin of her inner thighs. “Please just fuck me,” she groans out while pushing your head towards her core and you happily oblige. You lick and suck at her clit causing her back to arch in pleasure as you drive her closer to climaxing. As you feel her walls tightening around your digits, you curl them making her come with a scream of your name. You work her through the orgasm and immediately send her into another one by brutally thrusting your fingers in and out while sucking on her clit. Once she has calmed down from her high, you work your way back up her body and reclaim her lips. Natasha moans at the taste of herself on your tongue and flips you both over so she’s straddling your waist. She grinds down onto your bare cunt, her clit perfectly rubbing against yours, making you cry out her name.

“Fuck Nat,” you moan as she continues to grind along your cunt. Your both moaning messes when you both start grinding at a faster pace and your head is throw back in pleasure when she grinds down harder. “Please I’m so close,” you rasp out as your hands help guide her hips as her legs have started to tremble.

“Holy shit,” she moans, mouth parted open as she looks down at you, “Come with me.” As soon as she says that you feel yourself coming undone beneath her and she instantly comes with you. You both lay there riding out your highs together before she falls forwards and buries her face in the crook of your neck.

“That was amazing,” you sigh out before kissing her hair and running feather light touches up and down her back. “I love you,” you whisper and she moves to face you.

“I love you too,” she murmurs in response before kissing you again.

[rhettrosunsets]

Just Acquaintances - Bob Floyd X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Bob Floyd X Rival Fem!Reader

Category: Rivals To Lovers. Slight Angst. Fluff.

Summary: You knew one thing, you didn't like Bob Floyd and he didn't like you, but when you got get assigned to Top Gun, thing's begin to change. Even if you keep claiming you're just acquaintances.

Based off this ask here!

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Warnings: Reader does wear a dress, there's a guy being an asshole at the bar and making suggestive comments about reader, Bob and reader have tension. Reader is very firey and want's to prove herself so badly. Inaccurate military knowledge. No use of Y/N. No description of readers looks.

Notes: Anon thank you so much for suggesting this! I had so much fun getting to write this, and I hope I did your ask justice. ❤️

You couldn’t even remember what your first argument was about during basic training.

It was probably something stupid. You always trying to prove your worth. You always wanted get the last word in, always wanting to succeed. And Bob Floyd always made that so much harder.

From that day forward, you knew one thing, and one thing only. You really didn’t like Bob Floyd. 

People were always shocked when you mentioned that fact. He was so polite, always a gentleman. He never raised his voice at anyone, even you. He took everything as it came, always so grounded, always so assured even if he didn’t boast about it. And it irked you like no other.

The two of you became rivals, always trying to one up the other. Something many people weren't used to seeing from Bob, always used to seeing the polite yet assured version of him. It was something all your peers tried to steer clear from when you two got into it.

You were so fiery, so sharp and always ready to take action as fast as you humanly could. You just wanted so badly to just prove yourself and you wouldn't stop at anything to do it. Bob was steadier, more grounded. He always thought things through and was more consistent with his results. You clashed constantly, or complimented each other depending on who you asked.

Your instructors always said that you brought out the best in each other, always pushing each other to the limit, testing each other like no one else quite could. You would’ve preferred peace and quiet, not new limits.

Eventually, time split the two of you apart as you got stationed to different bases and you couldn't have been more thankful. There were no goodbyes, no long hug’s, no more bickering, no more curt nods in hallways, no more pushing one another. Just orders and silence.

And maybe, just maybe, that should’ve been the end of you and Bob Floyd forever. Just a slight bookmark in one's path. But the universe seemed to have other plans. 

The moment you walked into The Hard Deck for the first time your heart sank.

There he was. The man you thought you'd never run into again.

Bob Floyd.

He looked up the same second you did, your eyes meeting. His eye’s seemingly doing a double take just as you had done a moment earlier. He gave you an unreadable stare, a distinct change from the polite smile he had while talking to the other aviators just a moment before you had walked in. 

It was the kind of look that always made you feel like he was thinking five steps ahead of you. The kind of look that made you feel like he always knew something you didn’t. The type of look you’ve missed.

“Lieutenant.” he greeted as you walked over with a curt nod of his head. You responded with a nod back, before muttering out a “Floyd.” In response.

Phoenix blinked between you two her eyes sensing the tension between you. "There's some history there.” she muttered to the rest of the aviators behind her, all watching the scene go down in front of them.

Hangman grinned widely before chuckling out “Exes?” as he nodded at the two of you.

You scoffed, while Bob seemingly choked on his drink before you muttered. “Absolutely not.”

Everyone else thought the tension was flirtatious, like it was a cat and mouse game you two had going. But you knew better, you knew that you and Bob Floyd didn’t even want to touch each other with a ten foot pole.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

Weeks had passed, you avoided him and he avoided you. It was like a truce compared to your training days. You expected this to all be over after the Uranium Mission. But then you all had gotten called into a briefing.A briefing telling you that the Dagger Squad was about to become permanent.

When the Dagger Squad became permanent, something started shifting between you and Bob Floyd. It was small things at first. He started holding the door open for you when you guys walked into the building at the same time. You stopped glaring at him when he got the final shot during trainings. He began to sit near you during lunch. You even laughed when he made a comment about Rooster's mustache.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes seemed to light up at the sound of your laugh and the sight of you throwing your head back because of something he had said.

But others began to notice, even if you didn't.

“We’re not enemies. We're just acquaintances, nothing less nothing more.” you told Natasha one night at The Hard Deck, and it was true. You don’t think you were ever enemies. Rivals, of course. But never truly enemies.

She raised her glass as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and said “To progress, then.”

Then came the night where everything came crashing down at once.

You’d finished an absolutely brutal week of training, and you decided you just wanted to look nice and dress up for yourself. For once, you weren’t in a flight suit. Instead, you wore a cute outfit, a soft dress that you loved on yourself and how it makes you feel. You weren’t what anyone expected you to be tonight, you were just you. No flight suit, no expectations, just you wearing something that made you feel good and confident.

The Hard Deck was absolutely packed. The jukebox blared loudly and the rest of the squad besides Bob was already a few beers in. You were leaning against the bar, sipping on your drink and laughing with Fanboy when he showed up.

Some random guy in knock off aviators, with an ego so big you could feel it the moment he walked near you.

“You look like you could use company, pretty girl.” he said, sliding in to the chair next to you, way too close for comfort. You shifted your stance awkwardly trying to shuffle away from the man, politely nodding a soft smile before responding with a simple “I’m good, thank you.” before attempting to end the conversation then and there.

He ignored that entirely not taking the hint of you leaning away from him, as he leaned even closer to you his breath fanning your shoulder. “You sure? You got a smile that men would gladly go to war for sweetheart.”

You clenched your jaw your eyes darkening a bit, before trying one more time. “M’really not interested. I'd appreciate if you moved.”

And that’s when Bob appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

“You heard her” he said, his tone way too calm for the rage present in his eyes, and the way his hands where clenching into fists.

The guy scoffed with a laugh before sputtering out a “Who the hell are you? Her fucking babysitter?”

Bob stepped forward, his eye’s filled with something much stronger than anger. “I’m her squadmate. And I'm also someone who doesn’t like repeating himself, so I suggest you leave.” He said firmly, leaving no room for questions.

The dude held his hands up, walking away as he muttered something about "psychopathic aviators" and you being a bitch anyways.

The moment he was gone, you spun around to face Bob. “What the hell was that?” You exclaimed with your hands, your face morphed into something between hurt and anger. He blinked, taken aback by your intense reaction. “I was just trying-”

You cut him off

“I had it Bob, I didn’t need you stepping in like I’m fucking helpless!” You said harshly, your voice betraying you a bit as emotion seeped through.

“You didn’t look helpless” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “You looked uncomfortable, I just-”

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Bob.” You said loudly, your eyes welling up.

Bob looked like he’d been slapped as he saw your defeated face and welling eyes. The bar seemed to disappear from both of your ears. All that existed was the frustrated flush on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the regret already forming as you saw the way Bob’s jaw flexed.

He sighed loudly, before looking at you. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

You frowned confusing lining your features “What? What are you talking about Bob.”

“I like you” he said simply, like he didn’t just knock your breath away.

“I’ve always liked you. I just didn’t know how to act on it because we were always arguing. You’re so fucking smart and witty. You don’t take shit from anyone, but you’re one of the most kindhearted people I know, and it drives me insane knowing I've never been able to have you.” He said with a tone of voice that made it sure that you knew you couldn't argue with him on this.

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out as you stand there bewildered, your eyes glossy and wide.

“And I get it if you don’t feel the same” he said as he looked away from your confused expression. “But I wasn’t gonna stand there and let some asshole disrespect you. I couldn’t do that, you deserve so much better than an asshole like that. I know you can handle yourself, but he couldn’t get away with treating you like you were an object and not a human.”

And suddenly before you even knew it, your hands moved before your brain and you grabbed the sides of his face tilting it down toward yours.

His eyes widened just for a moment, before your lips crashed into his. It was years of tension, of stolen glances and arguing all combined into one. It was hot and aching and full of something you hadn’t even realized you needed to feel.

When you pulled back, your breath hitched as you looked at Bob, the both of you seemingly dazed. Bob laughed softly as his face still was dazed “So is that a yes?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close again. “That’s a shut up and let's do it again, Floyd.’”

And he did. Right there, in the middle of the Hard Deck with the whole Dagger Squad watching like it was a soap opera.

Hangman whistled loudly, before shouting a “I knew that wasn’t platonic!” While Phoenix raised a shot glass with a knowing smirk on her lips and yelled. “To not being acquaintances.”

You snorted softly before leaning back in and kissing Bob one last time, feeling his hands wrap around your waist.

Maybe you were more than just acquaintances after all.

[chloe-skywalker]

Entertained - Eddie Munson

Eddie x Fem!Reader!Henderson

Warnings: mention of Eddie being a devil worshiper, thats it.

Word count: 1,245

Summary: Y/n’s Dustin’s older sister and their mom wants her to make sure the rumors about Eddie Munson aren’t true.

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“But Mom!” It’s just a D&D club!” Dustin exclaimed to his mother, frustrated that his group was being questioned by her. All because of stupid old lady rumors in a small town.

“I know it’s just the things they say around town about your club leader-” She started but Dustin cut her off in frustration.

“Are not true!” Dustin yelled, raising his hands up in the air above his head. Then Dustin saw his sister walk into the kitchen to get a drink. She was likely trying to avoid coming for as long as possible having heard their mom and Dustin arguing. “Ask Y/n. She was in his grade before he was held back.”

Their mom turned to her daughter, giving her daughter all her attention while Y/n sent a short glare at her brother for dragging her into their conversation. “Y/n. Do you know him?”

“Eddie Munson? Yeah I know him. Vaguely, we had classes together. He’s harmless mom.” Y/n shrugged answering her mother as she placed some slices of bread into the toaster. Y/n remembered Eddie from school, he was interesting but the rumors about him she didn’t believe for a second.

“Thank you!” Dustin smiled gratefully to his big sister.

“Still I’d feel better if, Y/n could you go to one of these club meetings where they play that game and make sure this Eddie is not how people say?” Their mom asked?

Y/n was shocked her mom took this long to question Eddie Munson with all the rumor’s floating around.

“Sure. I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled nodding as she buttered her toast.

“Thank you.” Dustin thanked Y/n as they left the house so she could drop him off at school.

“You owe me.” Y/n told him taking a bite of her toast, sitting down in the driver's seat of her car.

“You got it.” He nodded in agreement with her statement.

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“Hey Eddie.” Dustin called out running over to the repeat senior who was leaning against his van in the high school parking lot.

“Henderson.” He greeted the curly haired kid.

“Is it okay if my sister sits in on our D&D session tonight?” Dustin asked nervously, not knowing how Eddie would feel about an outsider sitting in.

Mike asked in confusion. “Why’s Y/n going to sit in?”

“Our mom wants her to make sure Eddie’s not teaching us devil worship.” Dustin rolled his eyes annoyed.

“Ah, Hawkins rumor mill strikes again. Gotta love this town.” Eddie said sarcastically, shaking his head. Stupid old people who had nothing better to do.

“So can she?” Dustin asked, waiting anxiously for Eddie’s decision.

“Sure. Why not.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t care. 

“Great.” Dustin smiled relieved before running back over to his sisters car to inform her on Eddie’s decision, so she could leave and come back later after school to sit in.

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“Finally! You're late.” Dustin groans as he waited for his sister to arrive at the school and get out of her car. 

“Dustin I’m 2 minutes early. That’s not late.” She rolls her eyes, approaching her brother at the school entrance after parking and getting out of her car.

“Well it felt like it.” Dustin mumbled under his breath turning around to enter the school, Y/n not far behind.

“Drama Queen.” Y/n shook her head at his ridiculousness.

“So it’s essentially just playing D&D in Mike’s basement but WAY better.” Dustin explains to her as they walk through the halls towards the room they get to use at the school.

“Well I can’t wait to sit back and watch.” Y/n told him sarcastically remembering how boring it could be to watch her better and his friends play their game.

“You’ll be thoroughly entertained. I promise. Eddie’s a great Dungeon Master.” Dustin promised her.

“Oh I remember how entertaining Eddie can be, but I also know how boring D&D can get.” Y/n say’s with a knowing smile.

“Not with Eddie.” Dustin shook his head.

“Welcome to Hellfire Miss Henderson - “ Eddie started when he saw Dustin enter with his sister, but once he saw who Dustin’s sister was he stopped. Eddie furrowed his brows, he didn’t mind the older Henderson being around or sitting in but he was shocked to see Y/n. She was Dustin’s sister? Eddie was happy to see Y/n enter through the door, he enjoyed the time spent with Y/n back before she graduated. If he admitted it to himself he had a crush on her, but he knew she was out of his league. “Y/n?”

“Eddie.” Y/n nodded with a small smile on her lips at his shock.

“Y-Your Dustin’s sister?” Eddie asked, walking over to her meeting her halfway as Dustin went to greet his friends.

“Yes. Did you never know?” Y/n raised a brow in question and curiosity.

“I never put it together.” He shook his head, biting back an excited smile.

“Well don’t let me interrupt.” Y/n raised her hands and went to sit down in a nearby chair, not wanting to ruin their night with her observing.

“Mi’Lady how would you like to sit next to their Master?” Eddie bowed offering her his hand. Really he just wanted her closer. He missed her since she graduated and moved on, maybe he found the courage in her earlier smiles to possibly try to pursue something.

“I would love to.” Y/n smiled brightly at his antics and placed her hand in his. With that Eddie pulled her over and placed a chair next to his throne for her. Y/n had to admit it was entertaining watching Eddie lead the group and game. 

After it seemed to end for the night Eddie turned to Y/n and raised his eyebrows jokingly.

“So am I the devil worshipper everyone says I am?” Eddie asked teasingly as everyone got up to leave. Y/n laughed as she got up to help clean since the kids went off God knows where.

“I already knew you weren’t Eddie. Our mom just wanted me to make sure. You know how the adults in this town are.” Y/n shook her head amused at him. Hawkin’s adult’s needed to grow the hell up, most were to stuck in the old ages or acted like they were still in high school.

“Unfortentually.” He sighed, helping her stack the chair’s.

“I gotta say Eddie, D&D has never been more entertaining.” Y/n told him, smiling at him as he came to stand right next to her.

“I try.” Eddie ducked his head shyly.

“You have succeeded.” Y/n nudged him with her shoulder.

“Thanks. You're welcome anytime to Hellfire.” Eddie tell’s her hoping the open invitation would have her come back. Hoping she would come back more often, maybe not every time but sometimes.

“I just might take you up on that. But we could always hang out outside of your club.” Y/n mentioned not looking at him for fear of rejection. She had always found Eddie sweet and amusing.

“We could?” He was shocked she’d want to hang out with him.

“Definitely.” Y/n looked at him with a small shy smile.

“Would Dustin leave us alone?” Eddie asked, and turned so he was  closer to her so they were practically chest to chest.

“He owes me.” Y/n smirked up at him.

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[lnfours]

little off topic, but am i the only one that finds confidence in lando hot??

like the confidence the ENTIRE weekend was just 🤌🏽. and then this tiktok - gosh it makes me FERAL.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdfDrtBW/

anon i am screaming into my pillow. gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. i, and i cannot express this enough, love his confidence and, for lack of a better word, little tinge of cockiness. like GOD. his little ‘yes?’ and that smile in the video ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???????? he knows he’s hot and it’s not fair.

lando brainrot

the club in london was packed to the brim of people. full of hot and sweaty bodies bumping into each other. overpriced drinks in hands that had ended up spilling over the edge of the little plastic cups slightly as they all danced to the house music booming through the speakers.

when the idea was brought up in the girls group chat, you weren’t really sure at first. you hadn’t seen your friends since the winter break, but after everything that happened, you weren’t really fond of the idea of bumping into a certain someone. much rather content with ordering take out and watching a shitty romcom.

but after a lot of convincing, you found yourself climbing into the back of the car with your friends, taking pictures and laughing at something carmen had said to george about his shoes.

“look who just walked in.” rebecca said, eyes looking towards the entrance of the club over her glass. you followed her line of vision, immediately recognizing the messy curls. even in the dimly lit room.

“guess he’s gotta celebrate another win somehow, hmm?” carmen said, looking over to you now, “have you talked to him recently?”

your eyes shot back to her, shaking your head and furrowing your brows, “god, no.”

your relationship with lando was… complicated. you two had tip toed along the line of friends or more for as long as you could remember, but it always ended before it could ever begin. for one reason or another.

but this time, you were sick of having your heart strings tugged on, your feelings played with, so you stopped. stopped calling, stopped texting. but it never seemed that your absence had effected him. and that’s what hurt the most.

“not at all?” alex asked, genuinely surprised. it was known that you and lando were friends, sometimes even more than, but to completely not have contact with him? that was unheard of.

“no,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink, “don’t think his girlfriend likes me much.”

the girls smirked, you looking at them confused. they obviously knew something you didn’t.

“he’s not with her anymore,” lily said, “turns out it was… messier than we all thought.”

you had seen the rumors spreading like wildfire online, but you weren’t sure of their accuracy. a pang of guilt hitting your chest. you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn’t care, he was the one who played these never ending games. he was the one who never thought about reaching out after it was all said and done.

you downed the rest of your drink, your brain working in overtime as you stood up, “i’m gonna get another drink,”

the girls nodded, watching as you made your way to the bar. you managed to squeeze in through the bodies, finally getting a bartenders attention as you smiled at the blonde lady behind the counter.

“can i get another cosmo, please?”

“sure thing, love,”

you watched the people around you. friends laughing and telling stories, couples sitting closely and leaning in to talk to the other over the loud music. you shoved the resurfacing memories of you and lando down, wishing to get over him. but no matter how hard you tried, there was no use. he’d always live in your memory. stuck there like wine stain on a white shirt.

the blonde placed your drink in front of you, smiling softly, “did you want to start a tab?”

you were brought back to reality, now fumbling at the zipper of your purse to find your card, “oh, uhm-“

then you were hit with the smell of that stupidly expensive cologne, an arm reaching behind you as they handed the woman their card, “you can just put it on mine for now.”

the voice sent chills down your spine. speaking of the damn devil.

“sure, did you want something?”

“i’m good, thank you though.”

she nodded and walked off to the register, the man behind you now fully coming into your view as he took the empty spot next to you. you looked up at him, eyes scanning over his face as he did the same with you. he still looked the same, perfectly crafted jawline and dimples that could have any girl at his feet. except now, he was sporting a little bit of facial hair. and you noticed he had managed to finally take everyone’s advice and go for the mullet.

he looked good. too good. and he knew it too.

“i could’ve gotten it,”

he shrugged, “i know, was feeling generous.”

“could you just sign this for me, hon?”

his attention snapped back to the girl behind the counter, smiling as he took the pen and signed his name. he thanked her again before she disappeared, off to help another customer at the end of the bar.

“congratulations by the way,” you didn’t quite know what to say to him after all these months, “killer drive.”

he smiled, “always sounds better when it comes from you.”

you took a deep breath, taking a sip of your drink before looking down at the bar top, “what’re you doing here, lando?”

“celebrating…?” he said with a furrowed brow.

“no,” you looked back up at him, “i mean, standing here. talking to me, paying for my drink, acting like you haven’t been missing for the past 7 months,”

his head dropped as it was his turn to find interest in the wooden bar top as you continued, “you could be doing this for any other girl who’s practically begging you to fuck them, or better yet with your girlfriend. but, you’re over here. with me. why?”

“i’m not seeing her anymore.”

so it was true. and now you felt like the bad guy.

he could see your sense of guilt for saying it on your face and he immediately shook his head, “‘s alright, i’m fine. wasn’t gonna work out between us anyway.”

“how come?”

“well, after the first bad thing she said about you, i knew it wasn’t gonna work out anyway,” he said and you ignored the way your heart jumped to your throat as you looked at him again, eyes meeting his, “but turns out she fancied one of my friends over me the entire time.”

you gave him a sad look, “i’m sorry-“

“don’t be,” he said, straightening his posture now, “and as for the other question, the one about girls falling at me feet and ‘begging me to fuck them’,” he smiled as you cringed at the mention of your own words, “as pretty and… optimistic as they are, they could never be you.”

you smiled softly, tracing the rim of your cup with your index finger as he kept talking, “and i’m sorry for not reaching out. i should’ve texted you and called you, but i couldn’t. i kept thinking about how much better you deserved, but the truth is is that it made me want to fight every man who thought they were deserving enough to have you.”

“i missed you,” you said softly, but still loud enough for him to hear over the music. he smiled back at you, that same heart clenching smile that made you want to grab his face and kiss him.

“i missed you too,” he said back to you, eyes searching yours, “can i have another shot at this? for real this time, all in. just me and you.”

you nodded, letting him step a little closer as you draped an arm on his shoulder as you smiled at him, “is this winners confidence or are you just trying to get me back in your bed?”

“i mean, every winner needs their trophy, right?”

you hummed, his face now inches away from yours, “smooth,”

he gently brought his hand up to your chin, tilting it up before trailing his fingers to your jaw, “i’m serious this time. i can’t let you go again.”

“you never lost me, lan.”

the familiar nickname was like music to his ears and he smiled back down at you, “can i kiss you?”

“i’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

that was all he needed before he dipped down and connected his lips with yours, your free hand now clinging to the martial on his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. he tasted of expensive champagne, your senses overflowing with all things him.

his hands gripped your hips, keeping you in the same spot. scared that once he’d let you go, he’d lose you again.

you rested your forehead against his, smiling as you both chuckled softly. you bit down on your lower lip before pulling away slightly to look at him.

“wanna get out of here?”

“god, please.”

[saja-boys]

I have a scenario/headcanon request that go hand in hand.

What would nap time with the guys be like and what are their bedrooms like?

Nap Time with the Saja Boys separately and together in the end

Jinu – The Leader

Room Aesthetic:

Sleek and minimalistic. Black walls with subtle gold trim.

Incense always burning. A huge window with blackout curtains.

Framed photos of the group + a secret sketchbook on his desk (he draws when stressed).

Plush lion on his bed that he swears isn’t his (it is).

Nap Vibe:

He always insists he doesn’t nap—then passes out sitting up.

You’ll find him reading or meditating then slumped over within 10 minutes.

His bed is surprisingly soft like memory foam hugging you from all angles.

If you lie next to him he’ll pull a blanket over you like it’s no big deal but he’s quietly pleased.

Bonus: Wakes up pretending nothing happened you drooled on my arm he lies.

Abby – The Musclehead

Room Aesthetic:

Gym gear EVERYWHERE. Dumbbells as doorstops posters of martial arts legends.

A mini fridge stocked with protein drinks.

Surprisingly soft lighting warm amber tones.

Giant beanbag he sometimes naps in instead of the bed.

Nap Vibe:

Refuses to nap unless you literally make him.

Once he’s down he’s OUT Heavy sleeper you could summon a ghost and he wouldn’t flinch.

Loves it if you fall asleep on his chest he calls it weighted blanket training.

Snore just a little but it’s comforting.

Bonus: Will carry you bridal style to the couch if you fall asleep somewhere unsafe like the floor

Mystery – The Enigma

Room Aesthetic:

Gothic meets neon black walls violet LED strips lots of mirrors.

A record player with old jazz and soul albums.

Tarot cards scattered everywhere no one knows if he’s joking or serious.

Smells like sandalwood and secrets.

Nap Vibe:

He naps upside down across the bed like a vampire.

Invites you to join him like it’s a sacred ritual. come we descend into the void together

Might whisper weird poetry before falling asleep.

Is 100% the type to wrap his tail if he had one around you in his sleep.

Bonus: You wake up and he’s staring at you dramatically you look peaceful like a haunted willow

Romance – The Drama King

Room Aesthetic:

Pink and red plush velvet flower petals in a bowl.

Candles EVERYWHERE If it looks like a fire hazard it’s Romance’s room.

Love letters to himself on the wall amirror shrine.

Bed shaped like a heart maybe we don’t ask.

Nap Vibe:

Demands nap cuddles has Nap Playlist #3 For Spoon Mood ready.

Hugs you like a stuffed animal the moment you lie down.

Talks in his sleep says things like yes I am the moment

Overdramatic if you wake up before him: You abandoned me to dreams.

Bonus: Will fake sleep just to make you stay longer

Baby – The Quiet One (But Chaos Hidden)

Room Aesthetic:

Posters of anime scattered plushies and LED stars on the ceiling.

Gaming console always on standby a nightlight shaped like a cat.

Small cozy and feels like a blanket fort.

Scent: something like lavender and mystery sugar cereal.

Nap Vibe:

Loves naps will nap anywhere.

Will pull you into bed like come on just 10 mins and it turns into 2 hours

Has like 4 pillows and insists you pick a vibe matching one.

Likes when you nap side by side hands touching just slightly.

Bonus: When he wakes up first he takes pictures of you with silly filters his phone is full of sleepy selfies with you.

Group Nap Time

If you fall asleep in the common room:

Romance brings the softest blanket.

Mystery dims the lights with a snap.

Abby props a pillow under your head like a bouncer guarding your dreams.

Jinu sits next to you with a book keeping quiet.

Baby snuggles next to you already half asleep.

They may be demon but even death messengers need a nap and with you It’s the one time they all feel human.

[paxaz535]

In Plain Sight - pazzi x reader

the girls been feeling you for the longest, they finally got you where they wanted but people were present during this unfortunate time

teasing , slight smut in front of a few girls (they had no idea) slight pinning , if you haven’t watch squid game yet, slight mention of it in here, just a heads up , language

——————-

you had a feeling that paige and azzi had a little crush on you, but you never really knew why.

well— you played ball, you were attractive, hell— you were funny as fuck. those are traits that’ll make someone fall for you… right?

you never understood it though, but they never failed to show you signs.

it was almost cute.

almost.

———

when kk texted the group chat saying y’all were going to have a watch party for the new season of squid game her dorm, you were excited. you loved squid game—y’all would have movie nights or just binge watch shows every other weekend, or just whenever the schedules lined up. you always brought drinks since your room was always stocked. you didn’t even know why. it just happened. you came with capri suns, gatorade, water, and a few sodas in case someone wanted those.

jana always brought the candy and sweets, kk was the host so she handled the actual food, and ice always pulled up with the chips. you didn’t know what paige and azzi were bringing, but nine times out of ten, they’d just bring their bodies.

your dorm was only two doors down from kk’s, so you didn’t have to walk far. you did have to make a few trips though, and you grabbed the heaviest thing first—the pack of gatorades. balancing it against your hip, you made your way to kk’s door and knocked with your foot. it swung open almost immediately.

kk stood there with a grin on her face. “hey, girlie pop!” you smiled back as you stepped in. “hey, kk.” you set the gatorades down near the little table and stood back up, stretching out your back with a low groan. “fuck, those were heavy.”

“you need help?”

you turned your head to see paige and azzi already on the couch, sitting way too close to not be something. you knew they were together—obviously—but that didn’t stop the little flicker you felt in your chest when they both looked at you like that.

“uh… no, i’m good. i’ll be back.”

you slipped back out the door before anything else could be said, heading down the hall to grab the rest of the drinks. you went back to kk’s and closed the door behind you, officially the last one to arrive. “okay, y’all ready to watch this?” kk asked excitedly as she flipped off the big lights.

you let out a sigh as you dropped down to the floor, glancing over at her. “i’m ready to get pissed off. these people are dumb.” jana burst out laughing at that, already digging into her bag of snacks.

“you always talk the most shit but be the most into it,” ice chimed in, tossing a chip at you that bounced off your shoulder. “and?” you shot back, catching the next one she tried to throw and eating it without breaking eye contact. “i multitask.”

everyone was settling into their spots—jana took the far corner of the bed with ice next to her, kk sat on the bean bag chair by the projector, and that left you with the floor… right in front of the couch.

specifically, in front of paige and azzi.

you sat down and leaned back against the couch cushions, pulling a throw pillow into your lap. the movie started playing, some new thriller none of y’all had seen, and it didn’t take long before everyone was half-talking over it and half-watching. a few minutes in, you felt a sock-covered toe nudge your side.

you glanced to your left, only to see paige pretending to look at the screen.“you good?” you whispered. she didn’t look at you, just smirked. “your head’s blocking the subtitles.” you rolled your eyes but leaned a little to the right anyway. only now you were closer to azzi.

she didn’t say anything—just let her fingers drift down lazily from where they were resting on the couch cushion until they brushed the top of your shoulder. it was casual. easy to miss. but definitely not an accident.

you didn’t move.

didn’t have to.

because if they were gonna play games—

you could play right back.

“i lose brain cells every time someone presses O. you cannot be this money hungry!” you were genuinely irritated now, throwing your hands up as kk and jana laughed at your little crash-out.

you glanced over at them, then cracked a grin of your own. “i’m so serious, y’all. like—if i had the chance to get seven billion dollars? i’m taking it!” jana shook her head through laughter. “you’re insane.”

“no, i’m realistic,” you said, pointing toward the screen. “y’all be thinking too much with your hearts. you know how many people i could pay to forgive me after seven billion?”

“nah, you’re evil,” paige said behind you, her voice low and amused. “evil and rich,” you replied over your shoulder, catching the way her eyes flickered with interest before she looked away.

azzi hummed quietly. “i’d split it with you. just saying.”

you glanced up at her, pretending to raise an eyebrow. “that so?” she nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving yours. “but only if you stop blocking the subtitles.” you scoffed, pushing yourself forward just slightly to lean away from the couch. but if your shoulder still barely brushed azzi’s knee, well— you didn’t move again. it wasn’t until the third episode that paige and azzi started getting very clingy. like—almost questionable.

azzi was the first to start.

she shifted just a little on the couch, ending up with her chin resting on your shoulder. the couch was foldable, so both her and paige were stretched out on their stomachs behind you, close enough to reach without even trying. you felt her breath hit your neck, warm and steady. it made yours hitch.

she was so close.

she smelled so good.

fuck.

you didn’t even know what the show was talking about anymore.

you tried to focus. tried to listen to whatever plot twist had the rest of the room gasping, but all you could register was the slight pressure of azzi’s chin on your shoulder… the slow, lazy drag of her breath as she exhaled near your skin.

you didn’t dare look at her.

you knew if you did, it’d be over.

instead, you shifted a little—barely, like maybe she’d take the hint and back up. she didn’t. if anything, she leaned in more. “you okay?” she murmured, voice low, just for you.“yeah,” you said quickly, eyes still on the screen. “just… watching.”

“hm.”

she sounded unconvinced. but she didn’t say anything else. just stayed there, chin still pressed to your shoulder like it was her spot.

then came paige.

she rolled over, reaching down to grab something from the floor—a capri sun you didn’t even realize she’d dropped. her hand brushed your thigh on the way back up, not accidentally. she leaned forward, now resting her arms on the back of the couch cushions right behind your head. “y’all are locked in,” she said casually. “this show that good?” you looked over your shoulder, catching her gaze for a second too long.

“it’s alright.”

“you look tense,” she added, a little grin playing on her lips. “relax a little.”

easy for her to say. you had azzi warm against your side and paige looking at you like she knew what she was doing. they were testing you.

and you hated how much you liked it.

then—

came the boom.

azzi started pressing her face deeper into your neck, her lips just barely grazing your skin. soft at first. barely there.

your breath caught.

she stayed like that for a second… then pressed her lips to the spot fully.

your eyes fluttered shut.

what the hell was she doing?

where the three of you were tucked—in that corner of the fold-out couch—none of the other girls could see. for one, they physically couldn’t. and two, they were all locked in on the show, gasping and yelling at the screen like nothing else was going on.

but azzi’s kisses started getting messier.

lazier.

her mouth opened slightly, tongue dragging along the sensitive skin of your neck.

and that’s when you realized—

she was giving you a hickey.

your stomach flipped.

your chest burned.

and just as you were about to say something, anything—

you felt the same sensation on the other side.

the right side of your neck.

you froze.

paige.

her lips were slower. smoother. like she was testing you, seeing how far she could go. she took her time with it, making it feel less like a hickey and more like a claim.

now you were sitting there, back pressed to the couch, hands digging into the pillow on your lap, while azzi was on your left and paige was on your right—both of them kissing on your neck like this was planned.

like you belonged to both of them.

your hands clenched tighter around the pillow in your lap, trying to ground yourself, but it was no use. not with azzi’s tongue circling slow and deliberate on one side of your neck, and paige’s lips dragging across the other like she owned you.

you could feel the heat rushing down your spine, pooling low. your breathing got shallow—barely controlled—and paige must’ve noticed, because she let out a quiet laugh, her mouth still right against your skin.

“you’re quiet all of a sudden,” she whispered, her voice warm and teasing.

you didn’t respond. couldn’t.

azzi’s hand found your waist from behind, fingers curling gently around it, pulling you back just an inch—just enough so your body was pressed even closer between them. her lips trailed lower now, under your jaw, teeth grazing just slightly.

“say something,” azzi murmured. “or are we making you feel too good?”

you almost choked on your breath.

the room was still full of background noise—jana yelling at the screen, kk laughing with ice—but all of that felt so far away now.

because here you were, held between two girls who were supposed to be each other’s, but who right now… couldn’t stop touching you.

paige’s hand slid up, fingertips brushing along your shoulder, then dipping beneath the collar of your shirt.

“you’re warm,” she said, almost like it surprised her.

then she kissed you again.

this time slower. wetter. deeper.

azzi wasn’t stopping either—her teeth lightly dragged along the new hickey she’d just made, soothing it with her tongue a second later. her hand on your waist slid lower, palm smoothing over your stomach.

you were trembling. not visibly—but they felt it.

paige leaned closer until her lips were practically at your ear.

“we should take this somewhere else.”

you didn’t answer paige—couldn’t, really.

your throat was dry, heart beating so loud you swore they could hear it.

but neither of them moved.

they didn’t back off.

they just kept going.

azzi’s hand stayed on your stomach, her thumb drawing small circles through the fabric of your hoodie. slow. possessive.

her lips were back at your neck, this time a little rougher—like she wanted to leave a mark deeper than just skin.

paige, meanwhile, had slipped her fingers under your collar completely now. they were ghosting over your collarbone, cold rings making you shiver.

“look at you,” she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the hum of the tv. “sitting here acting like this show’s got you sweating.”

her voice made you clench your thighs.

fuck.

your head tilted slightly without meaning to, giving them more access. and that was all it took—

paige’s mouth was back on your neck, lips open, tongue dragging, kissing the skin right below your ear like she knew exactly what that did to you.

you bit your lip hard. you had to.

because if you made a sound—any sound—everyone would turn around and see what was really going on.

and yet…

azzi’s hand was inching lower. dangerously lower.

“you like this, huh?” she mumbled, lips brushing your skin with every word. “letting us touch you like this in front of everybody…”

you almost whimpered.

almost.

“you’re being so good,” paige added. “sitting still like a little secret.”

you didn’t even realize your hips had shifted until azzi’s hand gently squeezed your thigh.

“but if you keep moving like that,” she warned, her voice dropping, “we’re not gonna be able to stop.”

you didn’t know how much more you could take.

your jaw was clenched, breath shaky, and both of them were acting like you were theirs to touch—like they didn’t care that your friends were just a few feet away, fully unaware of what was happening right behind them.

paige dipped her head even lower, lips brushing over your shoulder, warm breath sending goosebumps down your arms. her fingers hooked into the neckline of your hoodie and tugged it slightly, exposing more skin.

“so quiet,” she whispered, her voice thick now. “you’re doing so good, baby.”

you almost moaned at the way she said it—baby—like it rolled off her tongue naturally, like it belonged to you.

and azzi?

she was past subtle now.

her hand had slid lower, fingers grazing over the top of your waistband.

not under.

not yet.

but close enough to make you stop breathing altogether.

she was still kissing you—open-mouthed, wet, hungry kisses at the side of your neck. her lips moved slow, but her hand said something else entirely.

she dipped her fingers beneath the band of your sweats, just enough for you to feel skin on skin.

you jerked, hips twitching slightly—but paige held you down, her hand pressing gently against your stomach to keep you in place.

“shhh,” she whispered, lips barely touching your ear. “don’t move.”

the rest of the room erupted into laughter at something on the screen. jana threw a pillow at kk. ice yelled something about rewinding.

but you didn’t hear any of it.

you were too focused on azzi’s fingers.

how warm they were.

how slow they moved.

she wasn’t rushing.

she was savoring.

her fingers slipped just a little lower—only a little, but enough to drag her knuckles down where you were already pulsing with heat.

you gasped.

quick and sharp.

but it was masked by the chaos of the room.

paige leaned in again. her lips found your jaw.

“still wanna sit here and act like you don’t know why we like you?”

azzi chuckled softly against your neck, her fingers teasing back up again—just enough to leave you aching.

you couldn’t even answer.

you were too busy falling apart without making a sound.

you swallowed hard, but it didn’t help.

nothing did—not the pillow gripped tight in your lap, not the show playing in the background, not even the forced focus on the screen.

because azzi’s hand was still right there.

still under your waistband.

still playing with that edge of restraint like it was a game she was winning.

she didn’t go deeper.

didn’t have to.

just the soft drag of her fingers against your lower stomach, low enough to set everything inside you on fire, was enough to make you feel like you were going to lose your mind.

you shifted again, barely—trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it only made it worse. paige felt it.

her hand slid further up under your hoodie now, palm flat against your stomach. warm. steady. grounding and dangerous all at once.

“you’re so tense,” she whispered. “you should let go.”

you exhaled shakily, jaw clenched, eyes on the screen like it could save you.

it couldn’t.

azzi’s lips were still trailing soft, slow kisses up the side of your neck. she wasn’t marking you anymore—no, that part was done. now she was worshipping. dragging her mouth like she couldn’t get enough. like she’d been starving for the taste of you.

you shifted again and this time you felt it—her knuckles dipping lower, pressing just enough to make you flinch.

“still so good,” azzi murmured against your skin. “not a single sound.”

paige smiled beside you, and suddenly her lips were on your cheek—slow, warm, lingering longer than they needed to.

you turned your head slightly, not meaning to, but she caught it.

she kissed the corner of your mouth.

then pulled back just a breath.

her lips hovered.

your heart was in your throat.

“you want us to stop?” she asked, but her tone was anything but innocent. it was teasing. smug. like she already knew the answer.

azzi’s hand dipped again—just barely brushing between your legs now, over your underwear.

you inhaled like you’d been punched.

“’cause if you don’t say anything,” azzi whispered, “we’re gonna keep going.”

you couldn’t answer.

not with words.

but you didn’t stop them.

you didn’t move.

and they took that as all the permission they needed.

paige kissed the side of your mouth again—slower this time. her lips were warm, familiar now. confident.

you leaned into it without meaning to. without thinking.

and that was when she finally kissed you for real.

it wasn’t deep—just enough to make you feel it. enough to make your stomach flip. her lips moved over yours like they’d been waiting, like she’d imagined this a thousand times and wanted to savor the first real taste.

azzi didn’t stop.

her fingers finally slipped lower.

no more hovering.

no more teasing.

she pressed her hand between your legs, slow and firm, the friction through your underwear making your breath catch in your throat.

your hips bucked, but barely—just a twitch—and paige pulled away from your mouth with a soft smile.

“mm. careful,” she whispered. “you do too much of that and everyone’s gonna know.”

you shook your head. you didn’t even know what you were saying no to.

paige dragged her knuckles down the side of your jaw, her eyes burning into you. “such a good girl.”

and then azzi slipped a finger under your underwear.

just one.

slow. testing.

then she dragged it up, collecting how wet you were—how ready.

she didn’t even say anything.

she didn’t have to.

her finger moved in slow, deliberate circles.

barely there.

barely enough.

your thighs clenched around her hand, but she didn’t stop.

you couldn’t stop her.

paige watched your face, biting her lip, hand still warm under your hoodie, fingertips brushing the hem of your bra now.

“you’re shaking,” she murmured.

you didn’t even realize you were until she said it.

but god, you were.

your head dropped slightly, breath hot against your own forearm as you tried to stay quiet—tried to stay still while azzi’s finger moved slow and steady, her mouth still at your neck, lips parting every now and then to leave little kisses between soft, breathy praises.

“you’re so wet,” she whispered, so quietly only you and maybe paige could hear. “you’ve been needing this, huh?”

you couldn’t answer.

you were already teetering.

you heard a loud laugh from across the room—ice, probably—and your stomach dropped. but no one looked over.

you were still safe.

for now.

and azzi?

she pushed a little harder.

a little faster.

right where you needed her.

you whimpered—quiet and quick, but paige caught it.

her mouth was back at your ear in an instant.

“cum for us,” she whispered. “right here. just be quiet.”

you shook your head, eyes locked on paige’s.

“i can’t—”

your voice broke, barely a whisper.

“i can’t be quiet.”

her expression shifted instantly. something dark flickered in her eyes—hungry, focused.

azzi looked up from behind you, gaze locking with yours, like she already knew what was coming.

you were right there—right on the edge.

your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open with a sound you couldn’t hold back—

but paige was faster.

her hand clamped gently but firmly over your mouth, her palm warm, fingers pressing into your cheek.

then azzi’s hand covered hers, sealing you in completely.

no one could hear you now.

you whimpered against their hands, your body shuddering as azzi’s fingers circled harder, faster—exactly where you needed her.

your hips jolted, thighs trembling. paige held you down, her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tighter between them.

“that’s it,” she whispered in your ear. “let go.”

you did.

helplessly.

you came silently, violently, your whole body tensing, your cry muffled against both of their hands. you were falling, trembling, gasping for breath under their touch.

azzi didn’t stop right away—her fingers slowed, gentled, teasing you through the aftershocks. paige kissed the side of your head as you slumped back against her, her hand finally slipping away from your mouth.

you breathed hard.

shaky.

speechless.

but they didn’t say anything.

they just held you.

paige’s thumb rubbed slow circles over your hip.

azzi’s lips pressed a single, lingering kiss to the back of your neck.

and on the screen in front of you, the episode kept playing like nothing happened.

like you hadn’t just come apart in both their hands.

you sighed—low and shaky.

they knew.

they knew you had to pee after.

and just like that, they pulled back. azzi slipped her hand from under your waistband, paige slowly let her arms fall away from your waist. their attention shifted back to the screen like nothing happened, but their faces…

smug.

smug as hell.

paige leaned her cheek on her hand, a little smirk tugging at her lips like she could still feel the way you trembled.

azzi barely blinked, chewing her bottom lip like she was reliving it in her head.

you sat still for a second.

then pushed yourself up slowly.

your legs were trembling—barely steady—but you held it together.

you were halfway toward the door when kk glanced over and narrowed her eyes.

“where you going?”

you swallowed, blinking quick to find your voice.

“bathroom,” you said, quieter than usual. “i’ll be back.”

she nodded and looked away, already distracted again by the show.

but behind you—

you felt the weight of two stares burning holes in your back.

you didn’t turn around.

you just reached for the doorknob with a shaky hand and stepped out, closing the door behind you, your pulse still racing.

-

you came back into the room more composed this time.

not flustered. not shaking.

but inside?

fuck.

you had spent the entire time in the bathroom replaying everything.

the way azzi’s fingers worked you slow, deep—like she knew you inside and out.

the way paige talked to you, low and controlled, like she was the one calling every shot.

and then the way they both clamped their hands over your mouth at the same time so you couldn’t make a single sound…

god. it was all so fucking sexy.

you walked back into the dorm like nothing had happened, though your skin was still warm and your thighs still a little weak.

as soon as the door closed behind you, they both looked.

paige and azzi.

eyes locked on you.

tracking your every move.

you didn’t let it show.

you turned to kk with a casual tone.

“what happened while i was gone?”

kk paused, eyes still flicking back and forth between the screen and you. “oh—uh, dude confessed to the girl, then his brother popped up outta nowhere. and now everyone’s being weird again. real quick switch-up.”

you nodded slowly, making your way back to your spot—right between the two of them. paige on your right, azzi on your left.

they were sitting more upright now, legs bent in front of them, feet tucked close. more normal, more innocent.

but you weren’t fooled.

and you sure as hell weren’t done.

you settled down with your pillow again, but this time, your hand moved casually—like you were just getting comfortable.

you let your fingers rest lightly against azzi’s thigh.

nothing major. nothing anyone could see.

just skin. contact. slow movement.

and your other hand?

it drifted toward paige’s leg—your knuckles brushing along her knee, letting your fingertips drag up slightly before resting.

you wanted something to rub on.

to keep your hands busy.

to keep them busy.

and you could feel it immediately.

the way azzi tensed slightly—just enough for you to notice.

the way paige’s head turned barely in your direction, like she was waiting to see what you were doing next.

you didn’t look at them.

just kept your eyes on the screen, pretending like you were paying attention.

but your fingers moved.

slow. deliberate. teasing.

you could play this game too.

and now?

you were winning.

you kept it up.

fingertips dancing soft over azzi’s thigh, the way she did yours earlier. your hand on paige’s leg stayed steady too, thumb drawing slow, lazy circles into her skin like you were bored.

but you weren’t bored.

not even close.

you could feel the heat pulsing off both of them.

paige shifted slightly, her knee nudging yours.

azzi didn’t move at all, but her breath had definitely slowed, deeper now.

you smirked to yourself.

until you felt it—

paige leaned in.

not in a loud or obvious way.

just close enough so her lips brushed your ear, soft and warm.

“you think you’re slick, huh?” her voice low, so low it barely counted as a whisper. “little fingers all over us like you’re running shit now.”

your breath caught.

you didn’t turn your head.

she leaned even closer, her lips now grazing your jaw—just enough for you to feel the words.

“but if you’re gonna act like a tease…”

her fingers suddenly grazed the inside of your thigh under the pillow.

“then we’ll treat you like one.”

your stomach flipped.

azzi chuckled beside you—low, husky. she leaned in too now, her lips brushing the opposite side of your neck.

“you started this,” she murmured. “so don’t act surprised when we finish it.”

you were frozen again.

not from fear.

from need.

their touches didn’t return right away—no, now they were back to being calm. composed.

but both of them sat just a little closer.

like they were waiting.

waiting to see what you’d do next.

[stlllle]

Do you do NSFW Alphabet?? If so could you perhaps do Dae Ho 🙏

Dae-ho NSFW Headcanon ABC

📌 Content Warning:

This post contains explicit 18+ content and soft dom themes. If you're uncomfortable with this type of material, please don’t read.

Character: Dae-ho (Squid Game AU)

Genre: NSFW — Soft Dom, Smut, Headcanon ABC

✍️ Author's Note:

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A = Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...)

Dae-ho is extremely soft after sex. He’ll clean you up gently with a warm cloth, massage your thighs if they’re sore, and kiss every inch of your skin. He always makes sure you drink water and lie on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair. If you’re too tired, he’ll hum softly to lull you to sleep.

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B = Body Part (His favourite body part of yours)

Your neck. He loves to kiss, bite and mark it. Watching your pulse quicken under his lips makes him feral. He also loves your thighs — he’ll grab them possessively and trail kisses there when he’s feeling especially needy.

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C = Cum (Everything to do with cum!)

Dae-ho loves to cum inside. The idea of filling you up, watching it drip out, drives him insane. He’s also the type to cum a lot — thick, warm, and messy. He gets turned on by seeing his cum marking your skin, especially your stomach or chest.

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D = Dirty Secret (Something filthy he did/does/wants to do behind your back)

He’s secretly kept a pair of your panties before. Late at night, when you were sleeping at his place, he stole them to jerk off thinking about you. He plans to fuck you while you wear nothing but his shirt and those same panties one day.

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E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Dae-ho’s very experienced. He’s had a few casual flings before you, but none of them meant anything to him. When it comes to you, though, he’s eager to learn what you like and give you exactly what you need.

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F = Favourite Position (How he loves to fuck you)

Either missionary — because he loves seeing your face, your moans, and the way your lips part when he hits deep — or doggy, so he can grip your hips tight and fuck into you hard and deep. Bonus points if he can pull your hair.

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G = Goofy (How silly is he during sex?)

Not usually. Dae-ho’s intense in bed, though occasionally, he’ll smirk or make teasing comments just to fluster you. Things like “You like when I fuck you like this, huh?” with that cocky grin of his.

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G (extra) = Goal (What’s his goal/dream about sex)

His secret dream is to fuck you somewhere risky — like a balcony at night or an empty elevator. The thrill of almost getting caught excites him. But more than that, his real goal is to make you cum so hard you forget your own name.

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H = Hair (How well groomed he is, etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed but not fully shaved. It’s neat and clean, but still masculine. The carpet matches the drapes — dark and soft.

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I = Intimacy (How romantic is he during sex)

Surprisingly tender. He might be rough sometimes, but he always makes sure you feel loved. Soft kisses between thrusts, whispered praises, and holding your hand as you cum are his trademarks.

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J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He absolutely jerks off thinking about you, especially when he’s alone and frustrated. He imagines your voice, the way you moan his name. And if he has a photo of you saved, you bet he uses it.

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K = Kink (One or more of his kinks about you)

Possession. He loves marking you — with hickeys, cum, or bruises on your hips. He’s also into light bondage (tying your wrists with his belt or his shirt) and soft choking while whispering how you’re his.

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L = Location (Favourite place to have sex)

His bed. It’s where he can take his time with you, fuck you slow, rough, or however he wants. But he’s not opposed to risky spots like a bathroom stall or the backseat of his car.

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M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc.)

Seeing you in his clothes, hearing you moan his name, or you getting a little bratty and challenging him — it all drives him insane. That and when you bite your lip while looking at him.

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N = No (Turn offs, things he won’t do)

Anything degrading or involving humiliation. He might be rough, but he’ll never call you names or treat you with disrespect. Also not into blood play or anything too extreme.

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O = Oral Sex (Giving or receiving? How does he do it?)

Both, but he loves giving. He’s the type to go down on you until your legs are shaking, tongue relentless, fingers teasing. When receiving, he’ll grip your hair and moan softly, praising you between breaths.

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P = Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

Depends on his mood — usually starts slow and sensual, teasing you, then gradually gets rougher once you’re begging. Loves switching between deep, lazy thrusts and hard, desperate ones.

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Q = Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often?)

He loves them, especially if it’s risky. Before going out, in a bathroom at a club, or when you’re wearing something that drives him crazy. They happen often, because he can’t keep his hands off you.

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R = Risk (What risks will he take)

Public sex turns him on more than it should. He’ll risk quickies in risky places, sneaking you into empty rooms, or pulling you onto his lap at parties. But only if he knows you’re okay with it.

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S = Stamina (How many rounds can he last, how quick he cums)

Two to three rounds easily. He can go for a long time without cumming if he’s focused on you, but when he finally does, it’s intense. He loves overstimulating you too.

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T = Toys (Does he use toys, which ones?)

Not often, but he owns a vibrator and a pair of silk restraints for when he’s in the mood to spoil or tease you mercilessly. Loves watching you squirm under him.

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U = Unfair (How much does he tease you?)

Very. He loves edging you, stopping right before you cum, whispering dirty things in your ear while his fingers move slow. It’s his favorite form of control.

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V = Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make)

Not overly loud, but he moans low and rough, especially when close. He’ll growl your name, curse softly, and whisper filthy things in your ear.

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W = Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon)

He loves fucking you against mirrors — watching your face, the way your body moves, seeing your expression as you fall apart under him. It’s a huge turn-on.

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X = X-ray (His cock)

Thick, slightly curved upward, about 7.5 inches. Veiny and heavy, with a flushed tip. He knows how to use it, hitting all the right spots every time.

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Y = Yearning (His sex drive)

High. He wants you constantly — morning, noon, and night. He fantasizes about you even when you’re not around, especially if you leave something of yours at his place.

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Z = Zzz (Sleep after?)

Aftercare is big for him. He loves falling asleep with you tangled up in his arms, one hand on your stomach or thigh. He sleeps better with you beside him.