#Meowle Mumbles

[thisismeracing]

An avid learner | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.9k ― Warnings: not proofread; mentions of food and alcohol; graphic description of sex; oral sex (fem receiving); p in v; +18 (minors DNI); ― Summary: Mick has been nothing but an attentive lover since they started dating, what Yn didn’t know was that he would be even more attentive in bed. It’s their first time having sex, and Mick is an eager learner, he’s set to make sure Yn forgets she ever dated someone before him. ― A/n: Every piece I write here it’s a new experience, so your feedback, comments, and asks are more than welcome. *mwah* 🤍 (I listened to Pink + White by Frank Ocean while writing it, so feel free to listen to it while reading ;))

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“Yeah, and what else?” Mick mumbled, eyes squishy due to the sun, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He was listening to Yn’s rant about how potatoes were the best vegetable and bananas the best fruit, along with her arguments she listed that they were both really versatile and easy to fit into any recipe. Mick and Yn were together for two shy months, and he loved to listen to her and discover more about her when they were together, either her random rants or personal info, everything was a good subject for him. 

Today their conversation has had several topics, from color to airplanes, wine, and, finally, food. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining high in the sky, and the weather was good enough for only one thin coat. They were even sitting on the outside tables of the cafe. A wine bottle, probably their second,  and two wine glasses stand on the table, along with a charcuterie board. 

“Huh?” Yn asked after losing herself in Mick’s features. He was sitting by her side, one of his arms draped in the back of her chair, one hand drawing spontaneous patterns on the exposed skin of her shoulders, and the other busy with his wine glass.

They were inside their own world. Anyone that passed by would notice. 

“I don’t know,” Mick confessed after he too lost himself staring at her plump lips. 

“Can I kiss you?” Yn blinked at him. 

Mick smiled giving her the perfect display of his dimples and red cheeks, “You don’t even have to ask.”

And his lips are on hers in the blink of an eye. There’s a flutter on her stomach, and Yn feels lucky she’s sitting otherwise her knees would give out. She almost meowls when Mick brings her closer by her neck, his big hands covering her skin for the chilly wind, and deepens the kiss. It was not usual for them to kiss in public like this, they were usually pretty reserved when the topic was PDA, but right now it seemed as if the wine loosened them a bit. His lips were frantic against hers, the taste of her lip gloss along with the wine took a low grunt out of Mick’s throat. 

When he withdraws there’s a small smile on his face.

They latch on to yet another subject to talk about, and when they decide to Uber home, the sun is not so high in the sky anymore. In fact, the sun is almost setting in the sky. They snuggled in the backseat of the car, talking in a low voice, inside their own bubble again, and they keep it as they get inside Mick’s house. Yn bends down to pet Angie who’s excitedly waggling her tails and barking for attention, and Mick walks for his Vinyl after taking off his coat. 

“You wanna keep drinking?” the blonde asked pointing to the kitchen and Yn nodded, still playing with Angie. He took his time screwing the wine, and getting two water bottles from the refrigerator, so when Yn walked in he pushed one in her direction. “Gotta drink some water and eat something if we’re gonna keep the alcohol coming,” he explained, and she stood on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

After a quick snack pause full o giggles and lots of talking, Mick and Yn made the path to his room. Yn had the glass they were sharing in her hand, while Mick held the wine bottle, a grin on his face watching her so carefree and happy.

“I got Frank’s vinyl, he’s your favorite, right?” Yn told Mick that Frank Ocean was one of her favorite singers when they talked about music, and though the conversation happened during their first dates before the girlfriend and boyfriend title came, Mick remembered. He was attentive to the details, especially because each small one made up who Yn was. 

Yn held her breath when the first accords to Nike started playing, “Mick, I can’t believe it!” she squealed running closer to the vinyl and leaning on his side. Mick turned his head to watch her eyes glow just like her smile. “You remembered,” she whispered.

“Of course, I did, babe.” 

The song filled the room, and they enjoyed the atmosphere from Mick’s rug, half sitting, half lying down. His back was propped against the bed, his legs stretched, while Yn was sitting cross-legged beside him. She would sip the wine, pass it for him, lie on his shoulders or chest, then sit back up and repeat the action. They did it in silence for about three songs, until her favorite started playing and Yn jumped from the comfort of her boyfriend’s chest. 

“It’s pink and white!! C’mon, get up, let’s dance,” Yn gushed, and Mick couldn’t do anything but leave the glass on the rug and follow. 

That’s the way every day goes, every time we’ve no control if the sky is pink and white, if the ground is black and yellow, Frank sang, and Yn laced her arms around Mick’s neck, slowly swaying around. 

The blonde smiled, dropping his head to the curve of Yn’s neck, and closing his eyes to enjoy the way his girlfriend was humming to the song and running her nails on his scalp. Mick left warm kisses on Yn’s skin and she felt the goosebumps rise. 

“This is nice,” she whispered when she felt his kiss turn into a smile on her skin. 

Mick hummed back an answer then withdrew just enough to stand face to face with her. His eyes roamed around her face and stopped on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Mick purposely repeated Yn’s words from earlier and she smiled, before sealing their lips together. Their bodies pressed against each other almost like their own way of caressing. Yn could feel the pumping of Mick’s heart, the beat of the song, and her own blood rushing through her body. It felt like the best symphony she’s ever heard. 

When Yn broke the kiss to drag some air into her lungs, Mick curled his arm around her waist and trailed kisses from her jaw back to her lips. She gave his hungry tongue the perfect opening and moaned when he squeezed her ass lightly. They backed up until their bodies crashed on the bed, Yn on top, Mick under her. 

His hands found purchase on her waist, and Yn whimpered when she bent down to reach his lips again and her clothed pussy dragged over Mick’s crotch. He swallowed her noises in a frantic kiss, up until she did the movement again and he was the one grunting. 

“You like it?” Mick asked against her lips, eyes open attentively watching Yn bite her lips on top of him. She nodded, her eyes were still closed as if trying to make the sensation last just a bit longer, and he smiled, using his hands on her waist to drag her body against his, guiding the movements at first, but giving her the reigns once she seemed to come back from the momentary bliss. 

Mick bites his own lips holding back some of the profanities that would go through them, while watching Yn change the movements to circles, getting just the perfect angle. He watched as she threw her head back, he detected how her nipples were hard against her thin blouse, and Mick witnessed a particularly loud moan leave her when he pinched them between his pointer and forefinger, rolling the bud and sitting up just enough to help her discard the piece of clothing somewhere around the room. He took his time admiring her naked top right in front of him, before sucking one of her breasts and massaging the other. 

Mick watched how her body would react and how her voice would change with each movement. He thrived with the knowledge that tentatively biting her nipples would turn her grinding into frantic thrusts against his hard dick. 

When half of their clothes were discarded in the room, Mick switched positions, lying on top of Yn. His hands roamed around her body, discovering just how she liked to be touched, how he could pleasure her, and how her body answered to his stimulus. 

“There! Yes, right there, Mick,” she pants once Mick’s fingers found her pussy, pressing her clit just right. He smiled, following her voiced directions, but also her silent commands, such as the way her hips followed his hands looking for relief. 

With a quick movement, Schumacher kneels bringing Yn’s body to the edge of the bed, and pushes her legs apart, each thigh on one side of his large shoulders, his face right in front of her pussy. 

Mick spread her lips and dived in, lapping her pussy entrance and taking turns to suck her clit, he did it all with his big blues eyes open, reading every response Yn let out. His focused face did it for her because the moment Yn opened her eyes to look at Mick having the time of his life between her legs all while looking for clues on how to make her feel good, she couldn’t help but buckle her hips upward searching for more, and extend her hands to caress his hair. 

He made figures eight and flickered his tongue, messily lapped, fingered, and made out with her pussy like it was the best thing he was ever granted. 

“Do you like it when I do this?” Mick asked, using her body’s natural lube to insert two fingers and curl them against her walls. Yn moaned his name in prayer, and he smiled, doing it again and again, until her legs started to close around his head in an attempt to reach her high faster, but also hold back his fingers. This time Yn felt his smile against her thighs, and she couldn’t help but let out one last whimper and shudder, body limp falling onto the bed. 

Schumacher guided her through her climax, and Yn kept one hand on his hair, lazily massaging his scalp while he took his time kissing his way up her body. 

“How do you wanna do this, Schatzi?” Mick questioned already reaching for his nightstand and tearing a condom package open. 

“Can you stay on top? I’m spent after this first orgasm, and the wine,” she confessed, and he smirked, bending down to peck her lips before resting between her legs.

He grind his shaft on her entrance, gathering just enough of her juices to help him slid in. He does it cautiously, observing the way her face contracts with each inch inside until he finally bottomed. Yn laces her legs around his waist, giving him the perfect opening. Mick lets out one shaky breath before sensually thrusting, their hips snap against each other, and Yn choked when his pubic bone grazed her clit. 

Mick grinds his hips against hers and goes for one, two, three thrusts before snapping his hips in a faster movement. He watches as her tits bounce, and her eyes close, and he bends down to her ear tugging on her earlobe with his teeth, and whispering “I can do whatever you want me to, love.” 

Yn cries out in pleasure and snaps her hips up finding his strokes midway, grinding her clit against him, playing with her nipples, and it’s a series of these moments. There were hard, long, deep thrusts, stares, kisses, and whispers before they came apart together. Happy to learn so much about the other’s body. Happy to give and receive so much pleasure. Happy to be the other’s choice. 

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[marvelsuperfangirl]

Cat Girl

Avengers!Bucky x Cat Transforming!Reader

When you told people you were an Avenger, they were instantly marveled. They would ask you a ton of questions to guess what your special abilities were, it was obvious that you had some since you were a apart of the mightiest heroes on earth.

A spy? An assassin? Do you have a super suit? You have magical powers?

None of the above were yours and after hearing all those categories of superheroes with which the people had built their hope with, you were kind of ashamed to admit that you could turn yourself into a cat.

Sure, it wasn’t a really cool super power to have but apparently for the famous Avengers it was pretty worthy.

When you were in your cat form, you could discreetly investigate and spy on people without getting their attention. But the most useful side of your particularity was when you weren’t on missions. You turned into a cat when you wanted to crawl into a small place to be at peace or just set yourself a sunny corner next to the bay window without taking too much room or making a fool of yourself in human form. To sum it up, you were the team’s mascot.

It wasn’t only nice for you but your teammates as well. They liked to have an « animal » and it seemed to make them great good when they could pet you. And honestly, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like your tummy to be gently scratched.

Words of your therapeutic ability as a cat reached all of the Avengers’ ears, who started fighting to know who was next to spend some time with the cat version of you.

So, when Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend and former Winter Soldier, arrived at the compound, you immediately got hired by the Captain as a therapy animal.

That’s how you found yourself in cat form in the middle of a cloudy afternoon, laying on the couch, waiting for your client. Bucky came into the living room a few minutes later and let himself fall onto the cushion. He reached blindly for the TV remote, which was just beside you, and when his hand brushed your fur, he quikcly retrieved it before finally looking at you, his eyes wide with surprise.

You, on the other hand, were looking at him quietly, staring right in his eyes, waiting for his next move. But when nothing came, and his surprised expression changed into a suspicious one, you rolled you eyes and decided to take the matter in your own hands, or paws if may be said.

You stretched your cat body, letting out a yawn at the same time, before slowly walking over to him, sitting down beside his thigh. His eyes haven’t left you, staring at you in a warry way.

He’s never seen a cat in the compound before and wondered how one just appeared out of thin air and right beside him.

You cocked your furry head to the side and mewled asking him about his doubtful behavior in your own animalistic language.

After a few seconds of just staring at each other, Bucky extended his hand to you, presenting it palm facing up and waited for your reaction.

There we are! you thought before slowly making your way over to his hand to rub your face against his palm.

A small smile broke out on his previously uneasy face and he started scratching your chin softly.

« Where do you come from, I didn’t know we had a cat in the compound »

You obviously couldn’t answer in your cat form and instead, pawed at his thigh asking if you could hop on in your own feline way.

He leaned back against the sofa, as silently as you asked, authorizing you to settle on his lap.

With an appreciative meowl you hopped on his thighs and turned around yourself to find the perfect position before laying down on his lap, letting your tail balance against the side of his thigh, showing off your appreciation of the current situation.

« You’re adorable » he mumbled from above you.

You looked up at Bucky, letting out another meowl and rolled onto your back, spreading yourself all over his lap while exposing your belly to him.

When he didn’t react, you blinked at him and pushed a paw against his front repeatedly until he got the hint and brought his metal hand to your belly and started to scratch lightly.

His soft touches made your purr and without even thinking, your feline body stretched even more, over his thighs while you pawed at him to give you more rubs.

While enjoying the soft caresses, you looked up at Bucky, who had a small smile lighting up his features.

“Where did you come from?” he asked you softly.

You mewled in response, pawing at his belly again, asking in your own feline way to get more attention.

“Okay, okay. I get it, you need your dose of love”

His hand wandered to your small skull and his scratched the top of your head with his finger, earning himself a purr, then moved on to your chin, where the scratching made your eyes crossed in pleasure.

And then, you heard a noise you’ve never heard before and weren’t sure you’d ever hear.

Bucky chuckled.

It made you stopped in your track, looking at him with bulgy eyes, not believing what was happening.

His eyes were wrinkling under his happy expression, and you discovered small dimples at the corner of his mouth, that you realized, were probably only visible when he smiled.

“Adorable” you thought out loud, the word coming out as a soft “meow”.

This face, you could get used to pretty quickly!

“Hey Bucky, what are you doing?” a voice interrupted.

You recognized Steve, and watched as Bucky looked behind to greet his best friend.

“I’m playing with the cat, where did you get it from, by the way, it’s the first time I see it around”

“Oh, Y/N I haven’t seen you there” Steve let out, waving at your cat form, not thinking in the slightest that he just blew away your whole plan about helping Bucky out with his sociability problems…

Talking about Bucky, he abruptly pulled his hands from you and directed his mysterious gaze at your whole being, eyes narrowed an suspicious.

“Did you just said Y/N?”

“Oh oh” you thought, feeling the trouble incoming.

Steve stood open-mouthed in front of the two of you, realizing he just messed up HIS own plan to make HIS friend feel better and clearly didn’t know how to pulled himself away.

“Ugh, yeah…You know…”

You rolled your cat eyes and slid off Bucky’s lap to paw your way to the edge of the couch. Where a few seconds later you had retrieved your human form, under the man’s eyes that were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

“Sorry Steve but the secret’s out, there’s no reason to hide it anymore. And sorry, Bucky, didn’t mean to startle you”

His surprise quickly changed into anger.

“Are you kidding, it was you the whole time, for fuck’s sake, how could I pet one of my teammates without knowing it beforehand”

You chuckled

“You weren’t minding a minute ago when you gave me belly rubs” you teased.

Despite his hard expression, his cheeks tainted a deep shade of pink and his gaze adverted from yours to look at the floor.

You leaned over to him and nudged his shoulder with yours, offering him a smile.

“Does this mean I won’t have any rubs anymore?”

He looked up at you, pink still tinting his cheeks but his eyes now were incredulous.

Steve chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulders from behind the couch.

“Come on, Buck, Y/N is like a therapy animal, no judgement here”

Bucky hmphed and looked away, clearly undignified at his place in the whole situation.

“Of course, I’m accepting any kind of affection in both of my forms” you cheered, only earning yourself a glare.

But the whole situation felt playful so you gave yourself the right to add a little

“Meow” while swatting your hand, folded into a paw-like form at him.

Your impression made Bucky’s eyes go wide while Steve could hold his laughter.

The brunette looked up between you and his best friend, clearly not comfortable, kind of grossed even.

When you mewled again, he bolted from the couch, and quickly circled the couch, throwing you a crazed look.

“I’m out, I can’t with all those weirdoes here”

You and Steve laughed before fakely trying to make him come back.

“Come back Buck, we’re just joking!”

“Yeah, I can also give you belly rubs if you like” you called out before the wheezing came back even stronger than before, while Bucky trotted back to his quarter, face red and thoughts in a haze. But still full of the affectionate cat-girl.

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[guacameowle]

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[baejl]

christmas gift

red velvet 6th member au / superm 8th member au

jaein surprises jaebeom for christmas

WARNINGS: pregnancy stuff. yes, I did it. 

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Jaein sat on the bar chairs and bounced her feet up and down as she watched the hour passing by. Two hours never felt so long.

When she was younger, and people would ask her about growing up and having her family, Jaein never denied that was a possible reality to her. 'Maybe’, she'd say. But she never, ever, thought it'd happen so fast.

How was she supposed to do with her career? How are the fans going to react? Somehow all those doubts were gone once she had the results on her hands.

It all started when Jaein realised she was a week late, as she takes a lot of pills to postpone or anticipate her period, Jaein didn't take that as a sign of a human was growing inside her. But then, a week turned into two, and then three, and then a month, and she decided to take a pregnancy test to make sure it was just her hormones.

Positive. That's what the doctor told her hours ago. A soon as she left the doctor's clinic, she gave Jaebeom a quick call, saying they needed to talk. He said he'd be home as soon as he finished the meeting, and there she was.

If it was in any other circumstance, Jaein would consider interrupting this pregnancy. She was young, at the climax of her career, Jaebeom was living the time of his life. Why put a baby in the middle of this? But, coming back to their shared apartment, she pictured a baby in this big penthouse, running and laughing around. She could raise that baby alone if Jaebeom didn't want it, but she wasn't strong enough to end it.

"I'm home!"

Jaebeom's voice echoed through the living room, making her heart stop, and she inconsequentially started crying, hugging the small box with the exam inside. Hearing some low 'meowls', she was sure he stopped halfway to give the cats some attention.

As his steps got louder and closer, Jaein cried even more. It was now or never. When he saw Jaein sitting on the bar, his sweet smile faded into a worried expression.

"Jaein?" he kindly said, placing Nora on the floor before walking over to Jaein. He brought her closer to his chest, and she hugged his waist. "Hey... What happened?"

Jaein took her time there, feeling him closer as if it was the last time because it could probably be. Jaebeom stood there, caressing her hair and letting her cry as much as she wanted, although he couldn't completely understand why.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." Jaein started mumbling against his shirt, and that was when he got even more confused. She seemed just fine when they talked a couple of hours ago. "I don't want to lose you."

"Anne," he called her attention, bringing her head up with his hand under her chin. "just calm down. I'm not going anywhere."

Jaein shook her head. Unable to do much, she just took the box and showed him, but he placed it back on the bar counter, sitting on the chair next to her.

"Jaein, what is going on?" Jaebeom asked, holding her hands. "I need you to talk to me. Do you want me to call someone?"

"No..." she sobbed. Trying to calm herself down, she cleared some tears that insisted on falling. Once she was calmer, she took the box and handed it to Jaebeom again. "Open it, please."

Still concerned but more worried about her situation, Jaebeom opened it anyway. Of all the things, he couldn't imagine anything inside that box that would make Jaein react like that. Even if he didn't know what was inside, his eyes started tearing up.

He took the papers first and then a stick. Well, at least he thought that was just a stick until he completely looked at it. It was a home pregnancy test. In the results, it had 'pregnant' written. Shocked, Jaebeom looked at the test, and then at Jaein, and then at the test again. 

"I-Is this... yours?" he whispered, feeling his voice stuck on his throat. 

"Yes." Jaein nodded, starting to cry again. "I took it today." 

"Are you pregnant? Like, for real?" he asked again, now looking directly at her. "This isn't one of those pranks, right? There's a mini us growing inside you?" 

Jaein gave him a weak laugh but still nodded, confirming the last question.  

"Yes, babe. I'm pregnant." she said, sobbing. 

Jaebeom literally threw the box away and suddenly got up, lifting and hugging Jaein, surprising her. She had to link her legs behind his waist not to fall. He started laughing with a mix of crying, and she did the same. 

"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, kissing her but then hugging her again. "You are pregnant. That’s the best Christmas gift ever!"

Suddenly, a guilty feeling hit Jaein, and she started crying again. How could she ever think Jaebeom would leave her? When he noticed she was crying, he stopped celebrating and looked at her.

"Why are you crying?" he softly asked, sitting her back on the chair. "Aren't you happy?"

"I am!" she interrupted him, cleaning her tears. "It's just that... What do we do now?"

"About what?" he asked, caressing her arm, trying to make her feel safe.

"About everything." she chuckled. "Our careers, our companies, the fans..."

"Jaein, this isn't about them." Jaebeom held her hand. "This is about us and what we want. You've been working for more than half of your life, nonstop. I've been working since my adolescence. We deserve to have a healthy and happy family."

"But you just started your solo career..." Jaein tried to debate.

"And so did you." he pointed out. "But this," he placed a hand on Jaein's belly. "it's not about our career. It's about our love. If you want this, we'll raise this baby with a lot of love."

"Babies cost a lot of money." Jaein pouted. "They cry all day, and I'll look awful." 

Jaebeom looked at her for a while, waiting to see if she was joking or not. When he realised she was talking serious, he laughed out loud. He brought Jaein closer and hugged her again. 

"I don't think any of these things are true." he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. "Now, let's take a bath and relax." he said, helping her to get up. "Tomorrow, if you feel calmer and ready, we'll tell the companies and our families. Is that okay?" 

Jade nodded, closing her eyes as he placed a kiss on her cheek. Before she opened them, he was fast enough to hold her in a bridal style, making Jaein laugh. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, chuckling. 

"You'll get easily tired from now. Let's save some energy." Jaebeom replied, winking at her. Jaein lightly slapped his biceps, understanding the double meaning of his phrase. 

"This is going to be fun..." 

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[odetojeons]

ok ok ok but what kinks do you think mingyu has 👀👀

okay so i’m gonna start answering the requests now like i didn’t disapear for one month :’) and omg i’m excited. I already said this before, I think mingyu is more of a sub than anything, but there are times. there are TIMES. when he doms it’s not too kinky, it’s more like carnal and (very fucking) rough sex in which he gets too impatient to be a good boy and grabs you by the hips, takes what he wants and just completely destroys you,, ANYWAYS, you can read more of my thoughts here. Y’all better sit down and buckle up cuz I have A LOT to say about this man (especially with how fucking much I miss him).

Praise Kink — I HAD to start with this one. I think you can all agree with me how much Mingyu loves being praised. There is actually a video of him getting red all over and whining because he got too happy when he was praised by the other members and IT’S JUST SO CUTE. Mingyu would downright meowl every time you told him how much of a good boy he is and how he’s perfect, so pretty just for me. But I also think he would love to praise you too, wants you to know you’re everything he’ll ever need.

Pet names — Idk if this is considered a kink, but please, he gives me such vibes of being into the pet names puppy or pup. We all know he’s considered the puppy of Seventeen, so I think it suits him and his personality a lot, especially because I think he would be so horny and desperate when it comes to sex. Calling him baby boy, angel, sweetheart, he would love it so much. Although he would love to call you by cute names too, and I think his favorites would be princess, prince and my baby.

Degradation — HEAR ME OUT, I absolutely think he would love being degraded. I just,, I can’t even begin to explain how much I think he would enjoy that. Mingyu is just so dirty, he would go all red when you tell him how he’s the filthiest little slut or are you that desperate for me you can’t even stay still? while he humps his cock on the pillow, too needy to wait for your touches. He could even cum just from such kind of words, in all honesty I think this is one of his major kinks ever, not just the verbal aspect of it but also the physical part too. 

Begging — Oh, yes. YES. Mingyu is all about begging. No matter how many times I think about it, I can absolutely hear his throaty and whiny voice saying please, please, please, let me cum, I have been so good, and he sometimes doesn’t even have to have a purpose or an incentive to do it, he just mumbles it without thinking like it’s the only word he remembers. It would come with the fact that he’s too horny for his own good, seriously, y’all don’t understand how much horny energy I feel this man exhuding.

Exhibitionism — We been knew how much he likes being watched. He may be shy about it, but I guess it can be related with his love for compliments. Although Mingyu would not only like people watching him, but also you as well. The way you move your body on top of him as you ride his dick, or the way he would put a hand on your lower back and make you arch impossibly more just so he could drill into you harder; the contrary of how he would cry and beg later when you edge him and tell him how much of a needy slut he is, being this desperate just because people are watching. ALSO ummm,, I try hard not to talk about other members here but, can I just say that I think him and Wonwoo are so much into watch each other fuck people. God, I even wrote like 18K words of porn of this particular thought. You can read it here.

Breeding Kink — Does this even need explanation? Mingyu would feel an almost animalistic need of putting as much cum inside you as he can. This would do as much as make him feral about it, when he has a stressing day or just because he wants to see his seed dripping out of your hole; no matter what compells him, it would get him aroused to the point where he wouldn’t even be able to wait until both of you get to the room, would rip and thorn both of your clothes off, put you on your knees and make you suck him off until he cums all over your face, just so he could fuck you against the wall afterwards. Which brings me to the next kink:

Strength/Size Kink — Well, is it possible to have a strength and size kink with yourself? Because he does. Mingyu would love to manhandle you around the place, fuck you against every surface of the house, especially if he gets to hold you up as your back is pressed somewhere. Not only that, but I also think it would be due to the movement of his hips. Or better yet; what comes after it. The way your ass and the back of your thighs would get red with how hard he’s thrusting into you, won’t be satisfied until you’re drooling because of his cock and simping for his muscles, bulging over the effort of fucking you. And I just know, I KNOW he would have a dirty mouth about it, would make questions like yeah? You like how strong I am? All this time on the gym gotta pay for something or falling appart on my big cock like you were made to, hm?. Fuck why am I like this. I LITERALLY BRING PAIN TO MYSELF.

Bondage — I think I’m writing too much so I hope y’all keep up with my horny ass, because I can’t stop until I say everything I want to say about him,, so, about this, Mingyu would love to tie someone up as much as he would love to be tied up... Okay, maybe I think he would love to be tied up more than tying someone up, if I’m being completely honest. He just gives this kind of vibes, maybe even as punishment for misbehaving, since he would sometimes be too desperate to wait like a good boy, and he knows you end up letting him take what he wants just because you would tie him up later and make him “regret” (the little shit would never regret anything, and neither would you).

Overstimulation/Edging — Oh, fucking definitely. I have this very vivid image of Mingyu sitting on a chair, hands tied up behind the chair back, legs spread and completely falling appart as you jerk him off. Flick your wrist faster and faster, just to get him on the edge and let go when he’s just there. Then, make that again and again and again, until he’s crying and begging for you to let him cum, and when you finally do, you only keep going, grip unforgiving. Watching his labbored breath of relief turn into little meowls, hips jerking away or closer, none of you are quite sure, but he wants it, saying don’t stop more like a moan than actual intelligible word.

Pegging/Anal Sex — Mingyu would be so shy about it at first. He would come to you, mumbling words you struggle to understand and cheeks burning red, until he manages to get out he wants you to fuck him. But oh lord, when he tries it out he would go absolutely insane. I really think he would be into it, into you rocking your hips and nudging your cock (plastic or not) against his prostate. Just imagine him with a dark blush all the way down to his chest, little whines and meowls that sounds too high and sweet for his own ears, body writhin all over the bed and fists clenching the mattress as his back arches. So damn cute and hot at the same time :( he just wants to be taken care of sometimes, being able to just lay down and have someone fucking him to oblivion.

Power Play — More like fighting for power to be honest. He really enjoys subbing, but when he does it he wants you to put him on his place, because Mingyu is irrevocably and completely a brat. He would tease you to the point where it drives you insane, just so you could snap at him and take what you want, as much as he loves when you do the same to him.

Spanking — Hmmm Mingyu and spanking. And he would do it hard. Full on open fingers going down on your ass until he leaves his handprint. To be honest, I totally think he’s the kind of boyfriend who would be possessive, wants his marks all over you neck and body, however, oh however, I also think he really really reeeeeally love when you do it to him. Everything, from the crescent shaped marks on his back, to the bite on his shoulder you accidentaly gave him when he was fucking you on missionary position, to the mark of your fingers on his cheek when you slap him for being a brat. Okay I kind of lost myself in the kink but yes. Mingyu and spanking.

Double Penetration — HOLY SHIT please tell me you agree with me. Like, fuck, there’s this evil side of him who wants to see you being speared open in more than one cock, wants to see you fucked into another dimension and reduced to an incoherent drooling mess, and it’s just so dirty of him, usually possessive and guarded, to let someone else get their hands on you just so he could watch you fall apart with two cocks. Or even him alone with a dildo, what it matters is to have two things inside you absolutely wrecking you. Or him. Oh shit why did I have to say that cuz now the image of him being double penetrated won’t ever leave my mind IT IS BURNED BEHIND MY EYELIDS FOREVER. Bye.

Choking — You damn right I think about his hands on my neck all the time. They look so big, and I’m sure it’s also something of his size kink, seeing his huge hands wrapped around your throat would make something ugly, something hot burn in the pit of his stomach. You doing it to him too, especially when he’s tied up, only being able to take what you’re willing to give him.

and that’s that! sorry (?) for writting too much, this always happens when I stay too much time without writting any filth,,, last time that happened, I speant two years without any smut so then I wrote 18K words of porn in two days (no, I didn’t sleep) AND I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WRITTING HALF OF IT??? and the time before that, I simply wrote 12K words. what is wrong with me. anyways!! hope you liked it, tell me what you think and your opinions too!!

#seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagine #mingyu #svt smut #svt x reader #svt imagines

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Leaders ~ Bang Chan [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count:1.3K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy, jealously, hidden relationship

↬↬↬Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

↬↬↬a/n: I know it’s a little short I’m sorry but I hope you like it!!!

Chan was watching anxiously from behind the stage as you and Hyunjin presented the music core show like you did all of the time together,

"We have some amazing performances for you tonight from Stray kids," As you said the name of Hyunjin's band he smiled and said your group's name next,

"To NIVA,"

"And the boys of BTS." You said into your microphone smiling into the camera and running the next joke with Hyunjin. Chan smiled watching you, he always loved being able to see you outside of the dorms where you would have to hide your relationship together. His dating ban wasn't up yet so you still had to hide your love for one another away for now.

"Kicking things off with their new Single it's Blackpink with Lovesick girls." The cameras all cut and you walked over to Chan who was waiting for you holding up your favourite hot drink and your phone.

"You guys did great." Hyunjin rolled his eyes as Chan tried to act like he was complimenting you both when he was really just complimenting you and your work,

"See you in ten minutes Y/n." Hyunjin laughed walking off to go and find the rest of his members in their changing room backstage,

"I heard you guys are performing a nice dance tonight, you didn't tell me." You smiled at Chan, normally you and he would tell each other everything about upcoming events or new songs you were working on but you'd been keeping this to yourself for a reason.

"It's supposed to be a surprise, who blabbed?" You groaned already knew it was Minho since he was the one you'd be working on the choreography with,

"I see everything in that building." You scoffed at him pushing him away as he tried to whisper in your ear, but he managed to kiss your cheek at the last second.

"Chan! W-What if someone saw that?" You panicked moving away from him and glancing around but there was no one near you, he smirked wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer,

"We're alone." He winked but you moved away from him not wanting to put anything at risk, your dating ban was up so it didn't matter for you but Chan still had another three months to go until he could openly discuss that he was dating someone else within the industry.

"You just don't want to kiss me because you know Namjoon is around somewhere," He grumbled leaning back against the wall and pouting out his bottom lip in a cute way, you smirked to yourself deciding you were going to have some fun with this.

"You caught me, but you know he's my bias baby I can't help it." It was true, Namjoon was your bias and Chan knew that. He hated the fact that he was your bias, he thought Namjoon was amazing and he respected him but having you - his girlfriend - wanting someone else filled him with jealousy.

"It's bad enough I let him in your phone case," He grumbled referring to the photocard you kept of Namjoon in the back of your clear case, it was something you'd been doing for years and you weren't going to stop it now just because you were dating Chan.

"But he's my bias baby, I love him." You joked rolling your eyes playfully when Hyunjin came back out from backstage.

You continued teasing Chan throughout the night mentioning Namjoon whenever you had the chance but you had no idea what it was doing to him. Every time you mentioned his name Chan felt his heart crush just that little bit more thinking you were actually interested in dating Namjoon but it wasn't until the end of the show when he saw you talking to Namjoon he lost it,

"You guys were great today!" You cooed as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug,

"Thank you, you and your group were amazing as well." You thanked him,

"It's because of our leader, I don't think we'd be anywhere without her." You began complimenting him on how good a leader he was but all Chan could see was how giant your smile was when you were around him, how Namjoon gave you a hug and began standing extra close to you.

"Hyung is Y/n coming around later?" Jeongin asked as he went to stand next to his leader when he saw you and Namjoon laughing loudly,

"Oh-" Jeongin added watching as you laughed harder than he'd ever seen you laugh at something Chan had said,

"What do you think they're-" Jeongin was going to say talking about but Chan was already storming his way over to you without thinking. His arm snaked around your waist as he kissed your temple,

"You ready to go, baby?" The whole world seemed to freeze at that moment Namjoon's eyes were on your waist where Chan's hand was resting. Your eyes were on Chan as you stared at him mouth hanging open waiting for some kind of explanation as to what he was doing but even Chan was shocked at himself for what had just happened.

"Baby?" Namjoon asked looking between you both and smirking as he figured it out,

"You're hiding it because of your dating ban, right?" Chan was stumbling over his words as you stared at him with a raised eyebrow, he knew he was in trouble from that single look.

"Yeah we are, someone is supposed to keep it a secret." Namjoon started to laugh softly as he realised what was happening, he could tell by the look on Chan's face that he was filled with jealously but he wasn't going to mention anything.

"It's nice meeting you," He shook Chan's hand and Chan shook it back beginning to talk to him about their performances together, soon enough you were pushed from the conversation and standing beside Jeongin as Namjoon and your boyfriend spoke about being the leaders.

"The two best leaders together at last." Jeongin cooed wrapping is arm around your shoulder and leaning on your slightly but you didn't find this funny, you could feel the jealously bubbling up inside of you as they exchanged numbers.

"You worried Namjoon is going to take your man?" Chan smirked coming over and waving his phone in your face, you just licked your lips walking away from him and going to find your girls instead.

"Baby! No! I didn't mean it! We're just going to have lunch together!" He cried out following you down the hallway as you kept up the silent treatment for him as a joke, he rushed up behind you picking you up and pushing you into one of the empty changing rooms.

"We're just going for lunch." He laughed at the look on your face, you were pouting out your bottom lip and pretending to be happy, that this wasn't one of the best days of your life. You'd always wanted Chan and Namjoon to meet since they were both such amazing leaders.

"You're just jealous I got your bias's number and you didn't." You rolled your eyes and he smirked leaning close to you as if he was going to kiss you, only to pull away at the last second and leave his lips hovering above yours.

"Maybe if you're good I'll let you come to lunch with us." You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck not caring about Namjoon or his number, you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend properly for the first time all day.

"I take you don't want his number?"

"Shut up and kiss me," You mumbled at him pulling back and looking into his eyes as he smirked at you, picking you up and carrying you over to the small sofa that was inside of the changing room. 

Tagline: @snowy-meowl​ @jooniesdarlingdimples​ @peachyhan​ 

#skz #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz imagine #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #chan #chan x reader #chan imagine #seo changbin #changbin #lee know #lee minho #minho #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #han jisung #jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #seungmin

[its-still-cuppi-cakes]

🍭💞Ally's not-so-sweet week🍭💞

Genderbend Alphonse (Ally) x Seth!

Summary: @rwar 's version of Genderbend Alphonse, Ally, has her time of the month and Seth tries his best to make her feel better!

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Ally whined into her boyfriend's neck, feeling yet again another wave of cramps hit her. Seth, who was on his laptop, rubbed her lower back, kissing her head as his typed out something.

"I know, Princess," he whispered into her ear, trying to comfort her. "The pills should be settling in soon." Ally nodded, hugging the broad shouldered man's neck as she sat on his lap.

She was wearing nothing but a pair of black booty shorts and her pink and black croptop. Yawning, she rested her cheek on his jacket.

"Whatcha typin, babe?" She asked, looking at his face as he concentrated. "Just some things to help your cramps."

"Oh.. Anything interesting you find?" Seth smirked. "Well, we could fuck," the cryptic suggested. Ally lifted her head, glaring at him. "No." She answered firmly. "Come onnnn~ I know you'd like it~," Seth said, kissing pink haired girl's neck.

She meowled and hit his arm. "Stop it, Seth. That's not funny." Seth sighed and stopped kissing her.

"You can eat some bananas." "No, don't have any." "How about doing some exercise?" "Do I look like I can walk, let alone jog on a treadmill?" "Okay then, no caffeine." "That's just mean. I can't function without that shit."

Seth scolded her. "You're not really leaving me any other options here other than sleep and pills." "That's all I need."

Seth slapped Ally's ass. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" "For one, sassing me. And two, you can at least attempt some of these."

Ally grumbled, using her pouty lip. "I don't wannaaaaaaaaa.." Throwing her head back dramatically, Seth rolled his eyes. "Drama queen.." Kissing her cheek, he rests her head back onto his shoulder. "Still my bubblegum princess though."

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"Princess.. hey.. wake up. Food's done," Seth whispered, kissing Ally's lips. Her hair a mess, eyes half opened, she groaned. "Noo.. I don't wanna leeeeeave.." the pale girl whined, hugging her pillow, like it would save her.

Seth chuckled, picking the short girl up. "Up and at em, Babygirl." Walking down the hall, he sat her on the couch.

He kissed her lips, and she smiled a bit. "I'll get your plate." He mumbled, covering her lower half with a pre-heated blanket. "Mkay.. I love you.."

"I love you too, baby."

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"Seeeth.. why did I have to come to the store with youuu..?" Ally whined as Seth walked to the cart at the front of Walmart.

"Because, I need to get you supplies and you get to pick candy and snacks." Grabbing a cart, he put his jacket on the bottom. Picking Ally up, he put her in the cart.

"Now, you don't have to walk." He smiled as she grinned a little. "Oh.. Thank you," she replied, putting her hand on top of his. "Anything for my princess."

Kissing her head, he walked, pushing his girlfriend in the cart, straight to the period care aisle.

Ally grabbed the brand she used, and the overnight ones in the same brand. Seth grabbed the medicine she uses that was on a higher shelf.

"I also need the tampons.." She said, pointing to the small, clear containers. Seth looked at them. "How do you even push these up there?" He asked, looking at the wrappers.

Ally giggled, taking the container out of his hand. "I'll tell you when we get back home."

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice hcs #yuurivoice oc #yuurivoice oc hcs #yuurivoice genderbend Al #fluff #yuurivoice seth

[spideeysense]

The cat sitter falls in love with it's owner. A Bucky Barnes/Reader fic! Chapter 1.

A/N: Hey y'all!! I'm back with a brand NEW fic for y'all! This will be a multipart series. Obviously, for fic reason, it will not follow the TFATWS plot to a T. There will most likely be plot points taken from it however. With that being said, each chapter will have a varying degree of spoilers (I'm so sorry!!), but I hope you all enjoy it! (P.S This fic will be a SLOOW BURN!) Please let me know if you'd like me to start a taglist for this series! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. Don't be afraid to request! Edit: this is will not be released following every TFATWS episode.

This first chapter centers around James (Bucky), the start of his friendship.

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: None!

“Hand me your phone James.” The therapist says, rather sternly. Bucky pauses as if to speak. But decides against it, and defeatedly hands her his phone.

He watches her scroll through his minimal contact and text messages and sighs when her eyebrows shoot upwards.

“Well, this is new. Who’s Y/N?”

Bucky fumbles for a bit before speaking, ”She’s my neighbor, moved in right after the Blip.” He murmurs. The therapist scrolls through the messages between Bucky and you.

“You-“ The therapist pauses “watch her cat?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah, when she’s out of town, she visits her sister, cause she’s pregnant with her second kid.” The therapist purses her lips together and smiles. “Well this is progress, James. This is good”. James shakes his head. “I barely know her, I just watch her cat!” The therapist narrows her eyes as she scans the text. A few pictures of a fluffy gray cat appear the cat by the door, by the window, sleeping on a couch. All of these Bucky had sent.

[Bucky]: Sardine misses you. He keeps asking me when you’re coming home.

[Y/N]: Aw. Since when can you talk to my cat?

[Bucky]: We can speak through our eyes, he’s a kindred spirit you know.

[Y/N]: Good, Sardine needs some friends other than me.

[Bucky]: I think I’m his new favorite person.

[Y/N]: Shut up

He catches his phone with ease when the therapist tosses it back. “From what you just told me, and from what I just saw, you know her pretty well.” Bucky avoids her knowing stare and instead fixates on his leather gloves.

“Is she pretty?” He groans, and sinks into the couch.

“I-,yeah I guess she’s really pretty.” He mumbles, flexing his hands. “I’m not gonna say she’s ugly.” The therapist smiles at him and puts her small notebook to the side.

“You should a-” She starts.

“Can we go back to talking about making amends?” Bucky interrupts, knowing where this conversation was headed.

The therapist sighs and leans back into her chair. Defeated.

Later, while Bucky is walking home, his phone chimes. He fumbles with it in his pocket, before pulling it out.

[Y/N]: How did your thing go?

Bucky feels himself smiling as he types out a short message.

[Bucky]: Good.

At his apartment, he takes off his jacket and cleans up the few things he has. The TV is still on from when he left this morning, but he doesn’t mind. The sound is welcome in the neverending silence. He grabs a plastic water bottle from the fridge, and then leaves his apartment. He arrives in front of your door and fishes your key from out of his pocket. It takes a few tries to get the door open, and for a second he’s worried someone is going to think he is breaking in, but he sighs of relief when it swings open.

MroOOAAAAOOOOW. Bucky cringes at the long, angry, meowl of Sardine.

“Look buddy, I’m sorry I’m late.” He closes the door behind him and crouches down to pet Sardine. The cat walked in between his legs and rubs his head against Bucky’s outstretched hand. Mroooow. Sardine says, hungrily. “Ok, ok, I’ll feed you right away.” Bucky turns on the light in your apartment, and once again is taken aback. Your apartment is lively compared to his. There are plants by the window, on the coffee table, and on the counter. There are a few boxes still lying around from when you had moved in. The couch is a bit old but has a few knitted blankets strewn across it. Not much has changed since the first time he took care of Sardine.

It was already dark outside, and Bucky internally punched himself from arriving so late. He flicks on a light switch, and the kitchen lightens up. It’s quaint, and he can tell not everything is unpacked and put into place yet. He feels movement against his legs and looks down to find, a fluffy grey cat, circling around his legs calmly.

“Hey Buddy.” He whispers.

Soon, he’s rereading your texts to make sure he’s doing everything right. He feeds Sardine, gives him water, and rubs his head a little bit. Tentatively, he sits on the couch, careful not to disturb anything. Sardine hops onto his lap, and settles, purring softly. Smiling to himself, Bucky opts to use his flesh hand and strokes Sardine’s back. He stares around your apartment some more, but careful not to look too much, he didn’t want to pry. Bucky studies the few photos you have strung up, but in the mess of things, he spots a partially wrapped wedding photo. He assumes it’s yours, but secretly hopes it’s your sisters. He goes back to staring at the empty, black void of the television. Not really sure what to do next. He just sits and waits. He didn’t really want to cross some imaginary boundary and touch your stuff.

And as if she can sense his uncomfortableness from miles and miles away, his phone alerts him of a text message.

[Y/N]: Feel free to watch TV, I have Netflix set up. No cable. Sorry :(

Bucky smiles again.

[Bucky]: Ok, thanks.

He fumbles with the sleek remote control but figures it out eventually. He ends up putting on some random show he had found earlier. Bucky doesn’t really pay attention and instead relaxes a bit more into the couch. Sardine gingerly hops onto his lap and settles.

Bucky wanders around your apartment, before settling himself on the couch, like he always does. And as if on cue, Sardine hops into his lap. The two settle comfortably. Bucky turns on the TV, and shoes some random show. It’s alright. Sardine purrs softly on his lap.

You had told him that he didn’t need to spend hours with Sardine, but he had chose to (with your permission of course). He liked his mostly quiet companion. Sardine never judged, and sometimes he would find himself mumbling stories of his past to the cat, and Sardine never hissed, or scratched, or ran away. It’s almost as if Sardine could understand the guilt Bucky felt, the sadness, and sometimes the utter emptiness.

Hours later, a soft knock at your door pulled Bucky down from the dark expanse of his head and back down to earth.

He peered through the peep hole, and opened the door.

“Hey Y/N” The way your name fell off his tongue made your heart palpitate.

“Hi,” You breathed, and for a moment you and Bucky stayed in each others trance The color of his eyes always seemed to steal your breath away. “Thank you for taking care of Sardine, you didn’t have to stay up.” You finally spoke.

“No it’s fine, I wanted to.” Bucky said softly with a smile, “I mean- I wanted to make sure you got home safe. You know, long drive and all.” Bucky turned around and quickly grabbed his coat and pulled it on.

“You need any help with your luggage?” He asked kindly, and you politely declined. “No it’s alright, thank you though.” Bucky responded with a curt nod and a soft smile. “Here I got these for you!” You push a box into his hands enthusiastically. Bucky looks down, and finds a box labeled ‘Vermont Maple Syrup Cookies’. You look up at him expanctantly.

Bucky’s a bit shocked by the sudden gift, not many people have gifted him things. “Thank you.” He murmurs softly, his thumb tracing the lettering on the box.

“Now, if you excuse me, I probably need to see my son.” You chuckle and push past him. “Sardineeee! My baby!” You dote, rubbing your cat’s head with your cheek, and cradling him in your arms. Bucky smiles and gently shuts your apartment door.

Once inside his own apartment, Bucky can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He never feels this way. This isn’t normal for him. It has his head reeling, and for a moment he needs to lean against the counter and gather his thoughts. And his heart.

He stares down at the box of cookies in his hand, and puts the box on the counter. Gently opening the top, he pulls out the plastic cookie tray. The cookies are beige, and shaped like maple leaves, and the scent of maple syrup is heavy and sweet. He gingerly takes a bite, and chews slowly. Unlike the scent, the taste of maple syrup isn’t overpowering, it’s soft. The icing sandwiched between two cookies coats his tongue.

“Damn, these are good.” He says to nobody.

Deep down inside his stomach, a feeling is scartching at his insides. Is it jealousy? No. It’s a wanting. It’s a wanting for the warmth your apartment offers, the quiet and amicable peace. He sadly looks around his dim, grey apartment. It is definetly lacking.

But like he’s done most of his life. Bucky packs those feelings inside a brain box, and locks it. Tossing it into the void of his brain. Never to be opened again. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

#BuckyBarnes #BuckyBarnesxReader #bucky x y/n #Bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky imagine #bucky x you #the falcon and the winter soldier #Marvel #Marvel imagine #xReader #BuckyBarnes imagine

[deerixiie]

u n e x p e c t e d g u e s t

ep 06: hoodies

previous / next (ep 07) / series masterlist

a/n: as you can see by the title, there are some implications that you fit into kenma’s (slightly oversized) hoodie in this chapter. it’s not really a warning, i just felt like i should add it :P

you frowned at the tweet on your phone screen.

kenma canceled his stream. because of the storm, or because of you?

you looked up, already forming some sort of inconspicuous way to ask him, when you realize no one was there. the place the streamer had been sitting mere seconds ago was empty.

you didn't even hear him leave.

you cautiously brought yourself up to your feet. "kenma?" vivid white lightning illuminated the room for a split second, an ominous boom of window-rattling thunder following seconds after. an unsettling feeling washed over you. "kenma..." you said again, more cautiously.

"y/n?"

a sigh escaped your lips as kenma poked his head back into the room. "i didn't even notice you left," you said sheepishly.

kenma's lips curved into a light smile. quickly, his gaze dropped to a bundle in his hands. you followed his gaze, frowning. clothes? when you made eye contact with him again, there was the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. "i brought you a hoodie," kenma mumbled. "'cause it gets cold."

your heart skipped. a hoodie? "oh. um, thanks."

he entered the room and awkwardly handed you a dark grey hoodie with a small logo on it. "Bouncing Ball," you murmured. "you have your own merch?"

"huh? oh, yeah." kenma's voice sounded meek (though, it always did). "is that weird or something?"

"no, not at all!" you smiled down at the grey hoodie, running your thumbs over the downy fabric. "it's soft."

you looked up and met kenma's gaze. he gave you a small smile, a little wider this time, sending the subtlest of flutters through your heart. "thanks," kenma said.

"but he does have a crush on you. the question is, do you?" you furrowed your eyebrows as kuroo’s text came to mind.

do you?

when someone's laugh makes your heart soar, or when someone's smile makes you want to cover the flustered smile on your own face, that means you like them, right?

so what if you did like him? what happens after that?

the blinding flicker of lightning and another deafening boom of thunder startled you out of your thoughts. "do you want to continue playing?" kenma asked, holding his switch.

the canceled stream. you nodded and reached for the switch sitting a little ways away from you, your mind churning. do you ask him outright? lead up to it?

"uhm, y/n?"

you blinked and turned your sheepish gaze on kenma. "sorry, i was just thinking."

"oh." a slightly uncomfortable veil of silence hung between the two of you. you mustered the last of your courage and decided to spit the question outright.

unfortunately, kenma also chose that second to speak.

"why'd you cancel the stream?" you asked as kenma said "i'm sorry that this turned out so bad" at the same time.

kenma's eyes widened and he immediately looked down at his switch. "i'm sorry," he mumbled. "go fir-"

"what do you mean, this turned out bad?" you asked, your voice incredulous. "this has been amazing!"

the sky, ironically, seems to agree, a bolt of lightning and the boom of thunder following seconds after the words left your mouth.

"but the rain," kenma mumbled. he glanced over to where punchy and ankha huddled under the couch, hiding from the storm, "and punchy escaped and we wasted a lot of time trying to find him."

"that's fine," you laughed. "that was fun!"

"still..." kenma sighed. he fiddled with the buttons on his switch for a second before looking up at you. "now what were you going to say?"

"oh." you laughed nervously. "i was just curious, you know, but i saw you canceled your stream."

kenma shrugged. "i don't want to stream with you still here, isn't that rude? plus, the storm could mess with the... y'know, connection and... stuff."

"oh." your gaze flickered from the hoodie to him. "i guess i just feel guilty that i took time away from the stream."

kenma gave you the faintest of smiles. "it's no big deal." your vision is interrupted by another flash of lightning and crash of thunder, causing ankha to meowl in fear. "we should bring them to the studio," kenma mused. "there's no windows and it's pretty cut off from outside noise as well."

you tried your best to give him what you could call an indifferent shrug, but the thought of seeing his studio was sending your heart into hysterics.

it didn't take long to get settled in the surprisingly spacious room. punchy and ankha were considerably more relaxed, even brushing your leg from time to time as they prowled around the room. you and kenma were collapsed in beanbag chairs (kenma didn't seem like he was open to conversation about why he had them) leaning over to check the other's screen as you played. you felt your breath catch every time kenma's head came inches away from yours as he bent over to observe your screen, and kuroo's daunting question would creep back into your mind, bringing a wave of anxiety that you somehow managed to quell. "worry about that later," you told yourself. "focus on this moment."

the lack of windows—or maybe the sheer fact that you were enjoying yourself—must have made it easy to lose track of time because it only seemed like minutes had passed when you saw the "2:16 AM" plastered on your phone screen.

"i'm sorry for keeping you up for so long," kenma apologized meekly as he led you to one of the guest bedrooms. "i'm a bad host."

"you shouldn’t be so quick to bring yourself down" you comment as you walk into the open bedroom. "this was great. you're really fun to hang out with, kenma."

it wasn't a lie. in fact, it was extremely far from one. you told yourself it was the lack of windows that caused you to lose track of time, but maybe it was because of how comfortable you felt with him. no matter how much your blood roared in your ears whenever he leaned in closer, no matter how much your heart would burst when you'd see a rare smile or a small chuckle. you felt content with him. you might even go as far as to say that you felt at home with him. everything he did just flooded your veins with a feeling of calm.

you wrinkled your nose. oikawa would get a kick out of that.

the light smile that rarely showed up on kenma's face made its appearance. "i’m glad to hear that. well, uh, good night. there should be blankets there and stuff but if you need anything my room is at the end of the hallway."

you nodded. "good night!"

kenma gave you a small wave before heading down the hallway. you slowly clicked the door shut and headed over to the bed, your eyes floating to the window. faint moonlight filtered in through the half-shuttered blinds, faintly distorted by the raindrops that still lingered on the window after the storm.

you smiled. you didn't even realize the storm stopped.

because of that storm, you spent almost an entire day playing animal crossing and talking with kenma, the streamer you weren't exactly sure if you had a crush on. because of that storm, you were able to meet his cats, see his gaming setup, get one of his hoodies, and play on his switch. because of that storm, you were able to see the real kenma, instead of the one you saw behind a computer screen.

the urge to check your phone suddenly overtook your mind. your hands floated to your back pocket, freezing when you felt soft fabric instead of denim.

that's right, you had put the hood of kenma's hoodie over your head while you were gaming together. you removed the sweatshirt, your fingers tracing over the white imprinted logo on the front. slowly you hugged it to your chest, breathing in the faint smell of cat fur and laundry detergent, bleach powder and newly bought electronics. you give in to the urge and take off the blouse you'd been wearing, replacing it with the slightly oversized hoodie. the sleeves flowed a bit past your wrists and the hem of the sweatshirt hung below your waist, but it was comfortable.

you took off your stiff jeans and climbed into the bed, falling asleep with kenma's scent filling your nose and his small smile engraved in your memory.

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❍ kenma went to sleep before 3 AM for the first time in weeks

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𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 × 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜

✪Anon request: "Tae and Hobi, please.😳"

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Hoseok's chest was raising and falling in a fast motion. Pulling off his tshirt, Taehyung's left hand trailed an invisible path down his torso, his silver and tiny rings graizing over the smooth and heated skin. He continued to slowly undress him, covering every inch of skin with his open mouthed kisses. Looking straight into Hoseok's eyes, he dared to suck on his skin, marking it, marking him as his.

Hoseok meowled, turning in his stomach after the last piece of clothes was removed. "As up, little boy." Taehyung demanded, sucking and tugging in his earlobe. The older one obeyed, arching his back, his ass on full display. He blushed and bit his bottom lip when, with a loud sound, his dom's hand came in contact with his ass cheek. He wiggled his ass, causing his cock to move too, the precum leaking on the mattress.

"Seems like someone enjoys it rough." He pointed out. Using the precum of Hoseok's cock and a lot of lube, he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside, teasing his hole, then two and three, making him moan louder and louder, losing himself in pleasure. His whole was now ready for takimg his daddy's cock.

"You like it, huh?" Taehyung asked, pushing his hips further, causing his cock to burry deeper and deeper into the other man. Hoseok's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Y-Yes!" He whined, closing his eyes shut, his dark eyelashes covering his heated cheeks.

Taehyung smirked, bitting his shoulder, enjoying all the marks he left on the older man. "Oh, hyung, such a shame. You, the playboy of our school, being fucked by me." He whispered, with his low and deeply voice, causing the other one to shiver and push his face on the pillow even more.

They weren't bothered by the music coming from the party downstairs. For Taehyung, all that counted right then was Hoseok's tight hole wrapped around his huge cock. A whinny and breathless sound escaped Hoseok's lips when, changing the angle, his partner's cock pressed exactly on the right spot into him.

"L-little boy." He mumbled, shivering when his dom rolled his hips into him. Taehyung smirked, pocking his tongue out. Sweaty strands of hair were falling into his eyes. He changed the position then, placing Hoseok's body on top of his. The new position caused Hoseok's hole to squeeze his cock tighter. He groaned, toying with one of the pink nipples, the other hand wrapping around the hard cock.

Hoseok threw his head back, in pleasure. " You don't like it when I call you hyung, baby?". "N-No! Call me little boy! Am your little baby boy, daddy!" He whined, pathetically moaning the words. Taehyung's dick twitched into him. "That's right, little boy. I am your daddy. Feel my cock stretching you out, little pup in heats you are!"

And he encouraged his words by wrapping his hand around Hoseok's throat, squeezing it tightly. "The one who fucked plently of girls came up as being a gay, huh?" His hand started moving up and down his cock, while his hips kept on pushing deeper and deeper.

"O-Oh, daddy!" Hoseok whined, not knowing if it was better to push his hips back or forth, ending up cumming on Taehyung's cnuckles.

"Such a mess." Taehyung teased, holding his fingers in front of Hoseok's face, for him to clean them off with his tongue.

Author's note: waiting for more bts member × male reader requests or member × member :) (I hope you liked it @trinitylynn3565 ) @sombreboy 🤗

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[readingfanfction]

Chapter 10: Burning

For those asking, yes the Dragon Kiss is taken from the idea of what i tend to call a Vampire Kiss. in my mind there's got to be something different that they do when drinking blood that makes it if the person turns into a vampire as well, so hollow fangs and some sort of venom. With the dragon kiss, however, Lucy will still remain human, it just bonds the pair.

Ah, yes. i finished this story, the ending is a bit cheesy and has elements from the manga/anime in it so spoilers ig.

Hissing and growling Natsu protested against Lucy as she cleaned his wounds, he complained until Lucy told him to shut up. Coming around to clean a cut on his forehead Lucy laughed to herself at the pouting look Natsu wore upon his face, his glare casted to the floor. This time when Lucy pressed the soaked cotton ball to his open wound he didn't even flinch.

In truth Natsu was no longer in any sort of pain, he had felt worst in his many battles, play and real alike. But how she fawned and fussed over him, the center of her attention. And now she was bent over him, tending to a small scrape he didn't even know was there, her breast so close to his face. The scent so fresh and alluring, her hair still damp and drying as she was still fresh out of the bath. Standing before him, so close, with such a welcoming smile. Natsu's thoughts came to a singular idea that soon consumed him, filling his senses, a new heat engulfing his entire being. Being a fire dragon meant that he was never cold, but it also meant that he never felt the heat of much of anything. Now his skin was on fire, his veins filled with molten magma.

Neither of them saw it coming, Lucy was talking to Natsu cheerfully as she placed a band aid on his forehead, completely unaware of what was going on in the dragon's head. His body seemed to move on it's own as he no longer could fight his instincts or ignore his burning desire, it was too hot, he couldn't stand this heat. As Lucy moved to put all the first aid away, he grabbed on to her wrist. Startled the princess looked to the dragon, his eyes hidden in a shadow cast by his hair. His grip loosened, his hand sliding down until he held hers.

Were her hands always this soft? Natsu wondered as he pulled her into his lap, her little squeak driving him forward.

"Lucy." The dragon breathed against her cheek, his voice so breathy and hot. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as their lips brushed together.

"Oh, Natsu." Lucy panted, Natsu's eyes flashed gold at the sound of her saying his name. Their lips pressed tightly together, Natsu's hands roamed her body while Lucy's hands held onto his hair for dear life. She let out a little whimper when they parted followed shortly by a gasp and an accidental hair pull as the dragon moved to her neck, moaning into the sudden sharp pain. Grunting and growling Natsu grabbed a hold of each of Lucy's thighs and stood up, easily holding her small form against him and walking to the bed. If they were going to do this, he was going to make sure it was done right.

Lucy giggled as Natsu laid her down on the bed ever so gently, he smiled down at her his chest puffing with pride that he would still make her laugh while still being so aroused. Crawling over the top of her, Lucy thread her fingers threw his hair and meowled as he returned to her neck working his way down. Without warning he used his flames to cut through her shirt and bra. Her heavy breast bouncing as they were freed from the cloth that held them, her pink nipples hardening under Natsu's tongue.

With his mouth working on one mound and his hand kneading at the other, Lucy's body arched up against Natsu's one of her thighs bumping into his raging self, enlisting a deep throated growl. During the apex of his growl, Lucy's sleeping shorts and underwear ignited and burst into flames, the fire nipping gently at her bare skin. Trailing kisses down Lucy's exposed skin, Natsu came to her dripping core, the concentrated scent of her making his head spin.

Gasping and painting, Lucy called out Natsu's full in delirious desire. The dragon's warm tongue dragged up his lovers pulsing wetness, he enjoyed her flavor while she pulled at his hair and grabbed onto one of his horns that slid out when he wasn't paying attention. Sliding one of his fingers into her, he curled it and rubbed his figure tip against something smooth deep inside of her, Lucy's moans changing in pitch and intensity alerting the dragon that he was doing something right. Adding another figure, and eventually a third he gave her no chance to come down or rest.

"N-Nat.." Lucy panted, her body beginning to twitch and spasm as she came into his palm. Her body continuing to convulse under him as he climbed over her, aligning himself with her waiting center. Slowly he pushed himself into her still pulsing folds, savoring the way her breath hitched in her chest and clung to his shoulders.

Slowly, and bit by bit, he pushed himself deeper into her, his weight laying onto her carefully as he grunted and gasped. Threading her fingers into his hair again, she covered his neck in light kisses as a wordless thanks for him holding back and going slow for her sake. Matching each other's rhythm, they quickly picked up the pace until Natsu knew that he didn't need to hold back anymore. He moved over her so animalistic his movements wild and possessive, but still held her so softly and kissed her so deeply.

"Lucy," he growled, "be mine?" Natsu asked when he felt his tip enter a tight entrance deep inside of her, pushing into her cervix.

"I'm. yours. Natsu." Lucy called out between breaths, her grip on his shoulders leaving little pink marks on his skin. Moving his mouth over the side of her neck, Lucy felt his fangs press against her skin. Then they stopped, the sharp fans gently pressed against her soft skin as he continued to pump into her. Closing his mouth instead attacked the base of her neck with feverish kisses that were sure to leave a mark as he released inside of her.

"I love ya Luce." Natsu panted pulling out of her and pulling her tightly into his arms, she mumbled her reply as she began to drift off. Her last thoughts filled with her questions as to why he stopped himself from giving her the Dragon's Kiss.

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[splendidlyimperfect]

written for @fuckyeahft-poly-ships​ fairy tail poly ship week 2020; promt: falling

Natsu is frustrated by his injuries from the accident, but his boyfriends are there to make him take care of himself. 

version française ici

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Natsu Dragneel/Sting Eucliffe/Gray Fullbuster Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Aphasia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Natsu's a stubborn shit, but his boyfriends take care of him Series: Part 16 of i'm with them

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“Happy, get off the table!”

Sting grabbed the water bottle from the counter and moved to the kitchen table, spraying Happy in the face as he tried to drink the leftover milk from Natsu’s cereal bowl. Happy meowled indignantly, jumping down to the floor and shaking out his fur.

“Aww,” Natsu said from the kitchen, looking down at Happy and giving him a sympathetic look. “That’s mean.”

“I’m not mean, he’s being a shit.”

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Happy sauntered into the kitchen and rubbed himself against Natsu’s legs.

“Poor…” Natsu hesitated, looking down at Happy and then back at Sting.

“Asshole?” Sting suggested. Natsu rolled his eyes. “Cat,” Sting said eventually, filling in the blank for Natsu.

Natsu nodded. “Poor cat. He’s just… wants to drink.”

“Well he’s not supposed to be eating human food,” Sting said. He was about to set the bottle back on the counter when he frowned at Natsu. “Where are your crutches?”

Natsu sighed, gesturing to the living room. “I forgot them—” He was interrupted by a spray of water in his face and he sputtered, rubbing his eyes. “What the hell?”

“Natsu Dragneel,” Sting said firmly, holding the bottle with his finger over the trigger and waving it at Natsu. “Use your goddamn crutches. Next time I find you without them I’m gonna spray you again.”

“You can’t do that,” Natsu muttered, shaking out his wet hair.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Sting asked, raising his eyebrow and taking a step back. “Stop me?”

“You—”

“If you can walk over here right now without the crutches and take this away from me, I won’t spray you in the face again.”

Natsu glared at him, shuffling on his good foot and leaning against the counter.

“That’s what I thought,” Sting said.

“You’re mean.”

“No, I’m taking care of you.”

Natsu bit the inside of his lip, staring down at the counter where he’d been cutting tomatoes. The dull ache in his hip was starting to spread down his leg and it pushed him from mild irritation to frustration.

“Come sit down,” Sting said gently, setting the bottle on the table and moving over to help him. “Either let me help or use the crutches.”

“I’m fine,” Natsu insisted, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“No, you aren’t,” Sting argued. “You’ve only been home for a week, and the doctor said—”

“I know!” Natsu’s voice broke and he rubbed his face, swearing when he stumbled forward and into Sting’s arms. Sting held him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I know,” Natsu said again. “I don’t—it’s just… the… I feel…”

“I’m not trying to be an ass,” Sting said gently. “But I know how stubborn you are.  Let me help you.”

Natsu nodded reluctantly, holding onto Sting’s arm as they walked the short distance to the couch. Each step was staggered and uneven, and Natsu made a pained sound of frustration when he finally settled down against the armrest.

“Hate this,” he mumbled, holding the pillow against his chest while Sting grabbed the blanket from the other end of the couch. “It’s…” He trailed off, feeling the irritation grow as the word he was looking for slid just out of his reach.

“I know you’re tired of hearing this,” Sting said gently, crouching down next to the couch and taking Natsu’s hand, “but you need to take it easy, because I’m not going to watch while you hurt yourself again.”

Natsu ground his teeth in frustration, trying to pull meaning out what Sting was saying. He knew the words, but the way they flowed together made no sense.  “Slower,” he said quietly, cheeks burning.

“Sorry,” Sting said quickly. “I know you’re frustrated.” He paused and Natsu nodded. “I want you to be safe.”

Natsu looked down at their joined hands, wishing he could describe the angry, desperate sense of resentment that filled his mind. Everything was difficult. Sleeping was uncomfortable, showering took forever, and half the time he didn’t understand what everyone was saying, or he couldn’t tell them what he wanted because his words didn’t make sense.

“Sucks,” he mumbled eventually. “Want to do—I can do things.”

“I know you can,” Sting said. “You feel trapped.” Natsu nodded. “I know you want to be independent.” Natsu frowned and Sting added, “Do things yourself.”

Natsu sighed. “It’s… frustrating.” He felt a small sense of victory at being able to pull the word he wanted from the fragmented pieces of his mind. “I’m always asking. For help. Showering, um… lying? In the bed.”

“Sleeping.”

Natsu nodded. “And the words don’t make sense. Mine and yours.”

“I know.” Sting squeezed his hand. “You have an appointment on Friday.”

“Hate appointments,” Natsu said, groaning and rubbing his face. “Always—the car, driving, waiting. People and… and they want me to—to tell them. Their words, then mine. And I can’t.”

Sting looked like he was about to respond when the front door swung open, bringing a damp-looking Gray and Rogue along with it. Snow still clung to the sleeves of Gray’s jacket, and he shivered when he unwound his scarf and hung it on the hook. Natsu studied his face carefully – he looked exhausted.

“Hey,” Rogue said, setting down his bag and making his way over to the couch. “You okay?”

“’m fine,” Natsu muttered, bringing the pillow up and pressing his face into it. He knew he was sulking, but part of him didn’t care. Then Gray settled down at the other end of the couch and Natsu noticed him flexing his fingers uncomfortably.

“Your cast,” he said, sitting up and letting go of Sting’s hand to reach out and touch Gray’s arm. “Got it off?”

Gray nodded. “It feels weird,” he said.

“Hurts?”

“No, just weird.” He turned his hand and slid his fingers between Natsu’s. “You okay?” he asked, looking up at Natsu’s face.

Natsu sighed. “No.”

“Me either.” Gray tugged on Natsu’s hand and shifted carefully until Natsu could lay with his head in Gray’s lap. “Today sucks.”

“Mm.” Natsu sighed happily as Gray’s fingers ran through his hair. “That feels nice.”

He felt Sting stand from his spot next to the couch, and then a gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead.

“Do you want me to finish making those nachos for you?” Sting asked. “Or should we get takeout?”

Natsu looked up at Gray, who shrugged.

“Both?” Natsu suggested, giving Sting a small smile. Sting laughed and looked over at Rogue, who nodded in agreement.

“Both it is,” Sting said, pulling out his phone. “Chinese? Sushi?”

“Pizza,” Gray and Natsu said at the same time.

When Sting and Rogue headed into the kitchen to tidy up, Natsu turned onto his back and looked up at Gray.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Bad sleep?”

“Yeah.” Gray rubbed his eyes. “And I don’t like being at the hospital.”

“I know.”

They sat in silence for a while, Natsu with his eyes closed while Gray brushed out the tangles from his hair. Sting and Rogue talked quietly in the background, and after a while, the cats joined them on the couch. Frosche wriggled onto Gray’s lap next to Natsu’s head, while Lector and Happy made themselves comfortable lying across Natsu’s legs. The cozy familiarity of it all helped to calm Natsu’s frustrations and he felt the tense anxiety slowly bleeding out of his body.

“Pizza’s gonna be here soon.” Rogue appeared next to the couch and poked Natsu in the side. “You wanna sit here or at the table?”

Natsu cracked an eye open and peered up at Rogue. “Here,” he said. “Gray’s comfy.”

Gray, who had his eyes closed and his head tipped back against the couch, hummed in agreement.

“Fine, but when we get up to go to bed—” Sting started, but Natsu interrupted him.

“I’ll use the crutches,” he said. “Promise.”

“Good,” Sting said, waving the spray bottle at Natsu threateningly. “Because this is still half full, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

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[guacameowle]

I know I don’t update here often, but I need y’all to know for the past several months I have been wholly possessed by Genshin Impact. The latest archon quest within the chasm broke me emotionally. I may never recover. I cried like a baby. It was great.

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

I Like Surprises Too (Sriracha, Part 44.)

Series description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Diane was gone just right after she came for a visit, but there was still more to go through.

A/N: I just wanna be done with the series, tbh.

Word count: 2.4 K

Tagging:  @nemodoren, @missdictatorme, @ysljordy, @creedslove​, @hopperlover, @btchsm, @rita-lean

Master list: H E R E

Series playlist: Jim Hopper 😠

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For the first time forever, you were afraid to come home. The last time you were so terrified of opening the doors was when Hopper drove you after you've puked all over his beloved Blazer. It was logical for you not to come home - you were standing in front of Harrington’s house, more specifically in front of a building where he had rented a flat, and waited for Robin to open up the door for you.

She came there only in her t-shirt and pajama shorts, her eyes were still glued together by sleepers and she was looking... Awful. Both her and Steve were extremely worried about seeing you at their hour in such an unholy hour, but she ran down to open the door for you. And the worse it got when Robin noticed that you had mascara all over your place, your face was colorless and your hands were shakily holding three cups of coffee and doughnuts from a Dunkin' Donuts. It was obvious that you and Hopper argued.

Without questions, Robin took you in and helped you with the sweets you brought. Steve was pleased to see you, so after he hugged you, he took off your coat and offered you a shower, getting you some of his clothes. Which was something so nice of him that you cried again? And the boy was wondering what did he do wrong.

"Spill the tea, sister. Let the council judge you." - Robin said, already spread all over the lazy chair while eating one of the donuts. So, you talked - about Diane just appearing out of nowhere with a kid, about Hopper drinking... And the small part when you shouted at him that you're pregnant.

"Oh, fuck." - Robin sighed, sitting straight by the end of the story. - "Oh, fuck indeed." - You answered, drinking your cup without caffeine. Steve was looking at you with a shocked furrow. - "You're pregnant? I'll be an uncle?" - Suddenly, he was on his feet, walking around the room. This was the reaction you expected from hopper - pure happiness.

"Robin, you and I will be the best uncle and aunt in the Hawkins, I tell you. Is it a boy or a girl?" - He sat next to you, his eyes shining at the question. Jesus, the boy was something, but you loved the energy. With tears in your eyes, you smiled at him and shook your head.

"I'll tell you as soon as I know something, deal?" - You asked back, having steve falling into a rant about taking the kid to restaurants, swimming pool, teaching them to play basket, and how to pick up girls... And Robin was just laughing at that. In the middle of his ranting, you've fallen asleep - night shifts were a bitch. It was quite funny when Robin and Steve was co-operating to get you into his bed, whisper-shouting at each other because Robin thought you'll bang your head into the doorframe every second. In the end, you were there, safe and sound.

It was around midday when Hopper called the if they have seen you. Eleven reported to Jim that you hadn't shown up the whole day, so Jim rode his daughter to your mum's - so she wouldn't be home alone since it was fall break starting.

Since Steve would tell Hopper all he wanted to know, because that boy was a little bitch, Robin told James the most innocent 'no' of her life before promising she'd call him when you'd appear at their place. You got up around two in the afternoon, smelling something Robin was cooking. Steve was nowhere to be found, presumably being at his shift in the VHS store.

"That looks good." - You hummed and realized how hungry you were. Robin nodded at you with confidence, serving you a plate of her risotto. - "I should go home, shouldn't I?" - You asked silently when you had half of the plate inside, having Robin look at you carefully.

"I kinda wanna tell you you can stay here... But you should go home, yeah." - The girl fixed a few strands of her hair. - "Listen... This isn't a thing about which someone calms down in a few days. This is a baby on its way. A new life you and he created. Even if you'd keep him in the dark for a little longer, he'd get to know eventually. You'd got bigger, you'd have swollen feet and Hopper isn't a dumb guy at all. So, go home, wait for him, talk to him. You'll make it work, at least I hope so." - Robin supported you with the purest tone you've ever heard. - "And if don't, we and Steve can help you with the baby. He's a damn good babysitter." - The girl tried to cheer you up once she saw other tears in your eyes. Geez, these hormones were doing things to you, didn't they?

Soon after the delicious lunch, you set on your way home. What should you expect? Him yelling at you? Will it be a heated argument full of bad words? He already told you that you were acting like a bitch into the phone, so it was quite possibly the words will get harsher from face to face. Was he looking for you when you were gone? Or was he at home? He was sure worrying for you, you knew Jim wouldn't be calm about you just disappearing even for the morning...

It was quite a surprise to find his car missing in the driveway. He had a day off, or at least you remembered so, so it was quite surprising to finding the home completely silent. El was at your parents'  and you let her stay there - it wasn't a good idea to call her to come home before talking to James about the whole baby thing.

You were nervously looking around the house, calling out his name to see if he isn't hidden somewhere out there, but the house was empty. - "Well, fuck." - You whispered to yourself. It was an hour later, an hour of nervous waiting later, when you heard him pulling onto the driveway. And at that moment, it didn't seem that you were sitting in the kitchen for an hour. The panic inside of you intensified almost instantly. Every sound coming from the outside was strumming through your ears like fucking Chinese gong. The stopping of a car motor, the opening of the door, and James' frantic footsteps as he realized that you were finally inside the damn house. You would swear that you heard him talk to himself, but you wouldn't swear that.

The front door opened in the following minute. This sound made your heart stop. Were you ever so scared? No, damn, this was horror at its best. Dear Lord, you closed your eyes for a second - your palm gently rubbed your belly, please don't let us argue. And don't let this relationship end. It would mean the world to me. There was not a single percent of you being religious, but when you saw Jim's shadow in the main hall, you suddenly started to pray to every god you ever heard about.

When he saw you sitting at the table with your nose red, he almost started the conversation by telling you that you look like Rudolf the reindeer. Yet he rather just put his bag down and went to hug you with a great force. One of his palms ruffled your hair as he took in the scent of your perfume. It was just one day and Jim was already going crazy from not smelling it. - "I was lookin' for you everywhere. Jesus fuckin' Christ." - The man pushed you off his chest just so he could palm your face, looking you in the eyes. Your face was already falling into an emotionally unstable expression as you started to cry almost immediately.

"I was worried to come here." - And there you were. There it was. The quiet, basically meowling, tiny voice which indicated that you're not only terrified but guilty as well. This side of you was not to be seen too often. It was possible for the second time Jim was ever seeing this behavior. You shut up, listened, and you were able to say 'yep, I've fucked up too, I've messed up, let's just talk about it'. And honestly, it felt very good. - "I didn't want to argue, again. After you called me a bitch... And the stuff I've said." - You almost rolled your eyes out when Jim chuckled at what you've said, yet he was quick to smooth your shoulders to calm your down. - "We've argued way worse than this. Come on. This was nothin'."

"But the matter is something, Jim. I should've done it differently. I should've told you maybe... Before Diane came here. But I was shitting myself with fear." - The way you clung onto him was almost heartbreaking. It was incredibly sweet, yet done out of fear - it was the fear of losing him. - "I would be terrified too." - The man mumbled into the back of your head, closing his eyes. If I would be pregnant, I mean. Tellin' you would be the worst thing that had ever met me, probably." - The man whispered. This speculation made you grin.

Sure, you two could argue. You could yell at each other for hours to come to no avail. You could tell each other rather nasty things, be very mean and angry. Or you could turn it into a joke. A happy occasion if you will.

Sure, having a baby was far from an actual joke, but you got what Jim was trying to do. He wasn't the most excited to do it again, mainly because of the everlasting fear regarding Sara, but he was happy that he was going through this by your side. A kid. Wow. A damn kid.

"I'm sorry for gettin' so drunk. I fucked that up." - The man whispered as he moved strands of your hair from side to side. - "Sorry for acting like a hysteric bitch. I should've trusted you with Diane. And I failed." - You answered after a while, sighing quite loudly. Carefully, you tiptoed to kiss him, closing your eyes as you leaned into the kiss itself.

"'s alrite. I was probably more confused than you, baby." - Jim's thumbs gently smoothed the sweet spots under your eyes, massaging your skin in the process. He was unbelievably gentle with you. As if you could break under his fingers any minute. - "You acted without thinkin', but yeah, I can be a fuckin' asshole sometimes." - James admitted sincerely, having this small sweet small light inside his eyes.

This man has admired you for some time now. And the more time passed by, the more years you've spent together, the more love he had in himself. It took him a few more weeks to adjust himself to the whole pregnancy situation. And yes, occasionally, there were some misunderstandings and small arguments between the two of you, but would you be a married couple if you didn't have these?

Diane called here and thereafter her visit, still climbing on Jim's nerves and getting inside his head, but these calls lasted less and less time every time it repeated. Eventually, she stopped calling completely. And since then, there was no doubt in your mind about James and his intentions.

What about the other acknowledging that soon, you'll be a mom? Eleven was over her heels. The girl always adored small kids. She loved spending time with them and every time she met some downtown, she stopped just to chat with the kid or to make faces at them. Having a younger sibling almost sent her to another dimension.

Mike and the other kids were regularly happy. Kids were cool... Unless they were younger siblings. Lucas had miss Erica as his sister while Mike had Holly, of both the brothers had to occasionally had to take care. Both the boys realized that over time, Eleven will have to spend her time with the small kid too. And they would most likely have to look after them.

Yet the young gentlemen were so cavalierish that they managed to overcome themselves and to promise you that they'd sometimes look after the kid. You managed to seal a deal with them, pre-planning them as occasionally, fully paid nannies - although your concern about what they'd do with the kid was growing more and the time as you heard what they plan to teach the kid.

Over time, as expected, you grew larger and larger. You grew so much that you had to move your seat in behind the steering just to fit there. Any of your coats and blouses didn't fit you anymore and over the time, you needed to buy some preggy jeans. When you had a worse day than you usually did, which you could recognize based on your back pain, Jim tried his best to help you with the household - he could do dishes, do the laundry and when he was feeling courageous, he tried to cook something. It was nice of him, yes, but he didn't know how to cook at all. Even Eleven could cook better than him. Sometimes, when you woke up from your slumber, you just saw black smoke coming from the kitchen and you knew what James was up to.

Slowly, the time when you couldn't go to work anymore came by. It wasn't that you were sat down on a wheelchair all day or something - but it was quite hard to run around the hospital and to interwiev kids all day. But that didn't take anything from your charming personality - James made sure he behaves or he could be schooled like a small kid. You didn't care how long would it take, but you would have an elaborate lecture all night if needed. It was one silent, calm night when it came.

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Argue me tender, argue me true (pt. 7)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5  part 6

Charles was seen strolling through the campus park with hands in his pockets and a cheeky swing to his hips. He pushed his sunglasses down on his nose to wink at a girl that had smiled in his direction. He opened his mouth to say hello, but someone interrupted him. “Xavier?”

Charles blinked in confusion a couple of times, then turned around towards the guy that had called for him. He was sitting on the ground with his back resting against a tree, legs stretched in front of him and crossed at the ankles. The bottom of his boots was thick and chunky. Charles took a few steps towards him and tilted his head. His lips curled up in a flippant smile. “Erik… Lehnsherr?” Lehnsherr closed the book in his lap and raised an eyebrow. He squinted his eyes against the sun to take a good look at him. His eyebrow raised more. “Quite the outfit, you got there,” he said, tone clipped. 

Charles smirked and toyed with the collar of his black shirt, unbuttoned to the very limits of decency. He turned around and twisted his back in an attempt to look at his own ass. “What about these jeans?” There was a pause. Then a clearing of throat. “Perfect fit.” Charles faced him again and clapped his hands once in satisfaction. “I’m glad you like them.” “You’re not Charles, are you?” “What?” The rubbish bin on Charles’s right started shivering, and he took a step back. “That’s clearly his… body. But you are not Charles Xavier. What have you done to him? You have ten seconds to answer." 

"Raven Darkholme!" 

They both startled and turned towards Charles’s angered voice. "Uh oh,” Charles said. “What the Hell,” said Lehnsherr. “Would you be so kind as to explain to me why on Earth half of the bloody campus is thinking about my arse?” The new Charles stomped in front of the previous Charles and glared at him. “Well?” Previous Charles smiled slily. “You have a remarkable ass, brother dear.” New Charles flushed to the tip of his ears. “Why am I- are you dressed like that.” “It’s the outfit you wore on Friday night, don’t you remember? When that tall guy started to-” “I remember!” Previous Charles chuckled, eyes twinkling with mirth. “But if you prefer something else, I can always…"  His words were interrupted by the soft skimming of blue scales, and suddenly his legs were bare under very short soccer shorts.  There was a choking sound, then Lehnsherr began to cough convulsively.  The new Charles, the Charles in a sensible cardigan, turned to look at him with a shocked expression, as if he had noticed his presence just then. If possible, he got redder. "I- I can explain,” he stammered. “My sister Raven is-"  "A shapeshifter.” Previous Charles smirked one last time, then the blue scales moved again, and in his place appeared a blonde girl with round cheeks and the same smile as before. She waved a hand in Lehnsherr’s direction. “Nice to meet you, hot guy.”

Lehnsherr seemed starstruck, and made to get up, palms on the ground. “Incredible.” “Isn’t she?” Charles looked softly at his little sister, then caressed her golden locks. “You can trust him, Raven. You’re safe here.” Raven seemed uncertain, so Charles squeezed her elbow in encouragement. “Try to be clothed, though.”

She bit down on her lower lip, glanced around at the semi-deserted park, then took a deep breath to steel herself. One more rustle and she was of a brilliant blue. She blinked her fierce, yellow eyes open.   Lehnsherr’s eyes widened, too, and he got abruptly to his feet. Don’t make me regret this. Lehnsherr slowed down and focused on Charles as if emerging from a fog bank. He blinked and nodded once. “Your mutation is breath-taking,” he said to Raven, earnestness bleeding through every word . “You shouldn’t hide what you are… perfection. ”   Charles saw Raven’s cheeks turn purple and chuckled. Something sharp prodded at the bottom of his heart, but he ignored it. Thank you. Lehnsherr turned his head towards him and smiled.

“Charles?” Charles looked up from the tiny tornadoes the circular motion of his spoon had been creating in his tea for two minutes now. “Mh?” “You’re gloomy,” said Raven, and brought the steaming cup of coffee to her mouth with both hands. “I’m not,” Charles pouted. “I’m listening, you were talking about that model friend of yours, Elsa.” Raven raised an eyebrow. “Emma.” “Oh.” Raven tilted her head and blew on the hot liquid. She glanced around the bar with nonchalance. “You know, he didn’t mean it that way.” Charles fidgeted with the napkin. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he mumbled. He didn’t need his telepathy to know that Raven had just rolled her eyes. “That’s a pity, because if you knew I would have told you that there’s no comparison between the way he looked at me when I was you, and the way he looked at me when I was me. Perfect mutation or not.” She shrugged. “Just so you know, brother dear.” “Oh,” replied Charles softly. “Oh, indeed.” Raven hid her knowing smirk in a generous sip of coffee.

Charles didn’t know how he got there. He remembered having thought that if he was in Azazel’s apartment and Azazel was Lehnsherr’s neighbor, then the apartment on the left had to be Lehnsherr’s. 

But he didn’t remember how, physically speaking, he had gotten off the couch, through the outrageous party and in front of Lehnsherr’s door. Let alone why he had done it. He loved parties, and he loved flirting at parties. 

Wait. 

He felt like he was moving towards a revelation. Where on Earth had he left his beer? His head was spinning mercilessly, and he thought sensitive to rest it against Lehnsherr’s door. 

Except he took the measurements wrong and banged his forehead against the hard wood. He meowled painfully but didn’t move. Why hadn’t Moira taken the alcohol away from him? He evidently wasn’t cons-, conscien-, responsible enough to make his own decisions. The door supporting his head suddenly disappeared. Charles gasped, stumbled and started falling forward like a palm-tree trying to hold an overgrown coconut. He scrunched his eyes, and the last thing he saw was a surprisingly clean gray moquette. He stopped mid-air. “Xavier?” Lehnsherr’s baffled voice came from somewhere above his nape.

Charles slowly regained awareness of his own body, and realized that someone was steadily gripping at both of his shoulders to keep him upright. He seized on the first thing he found and heaved up. “Lehnsherr?” “Who else should I be, you knocked on my door!” “I didn’t knock on your door,” Charles corrected. “I banged my head against it. It was an-, un-… I didn’t want to do it.” He flexed his fingers and saw them dipping in Lehnsherr’s naked, bulging biceps. He jumped. Then squeezed them again for the people. 

He finally stepped back from Lehnsherr’s tempting body and saw him frowning. Then smiling. “Xavier,” he chirped in amusement. “Are you drunk?” “Pissed,” Charles confirmed solemnly. Lehnsherr snorted, then leaned against the door frame. When he folded his arms, Charles swayed dangerously on his feet. “I’m surprised, you usually hold your liquor quite well.” Charles puffed out his chest. “I really do, don’t I?” Then just as quickly he deflated, suddenly gloomy, and pouted. “I was bored and kept drinking. I thought Azazel’s party would be more fun.”

And it looked like it was, at the beginning. Plenty of people, plenty of alcohol, dancing bodies, excited minds buzzing in his periphery. The music was still hammering against the wall and his temples were damp. 

Charles twisted his lips. “Why weren’t you there?” Lehnsherr looked startled and scratched at his nape. “I had to, mmh, study.” “I didn’t know who to argue with.” “Is arguing the only thing you do in your free time?” “I was talking to a girl and I said, you know, because I knew how you would have reacted, I said that the law is the actual proof of humanity’s willingness to do right by each other… “ Lehnsherr emitted a disconcerted sound. Charles beamed and flapped excitedly his hand in his direction. “Exactly! But she just agreed with me. It was,” Charles scrunched his face. “Bad.” “Was it?” Lehnsherr’s upper lip had curled slightly. He really had no right to look that yummy in the middle of the night. And soft. “Yeah,” Charles grumbled. “I tried flirting, but…” Lehnsherr slowly straightened from his position against the door frame. Something started buzzing against Charles’ headache like a turned-on mosquito swatter. “But?”

Charles massaged his temple and shrugged. “Didn’t really feel like it. So I left.” He hummed.” I haven’t been polite, now that I think about it.” He stretched his telepathy towards Azazel’s apartment and groped clumsily at every mind stacked in there until he found what he was looking for. It felt like staggering in a crowded room and tapping on people’s shoulders to make them turn around. “Oh,” he said, somewhat relieved. “Doesn’t seem so upset: she’s making out with someone she thinks is hot.

“When he got back in his head he realized that Lehnsherr was looking pensively at him. Intensely waiting. “Why are you here, Charles?” Charles frowned again, because he really didn’t know. He just. Wanted to. He guessed, or he wouldn’t have been there in the first place. He tried to untangle the mess of his soaked, blubbering thoughts to find a thread of logic. 

“I feel,” he attempted. “Satisfied. With you here. I’m not bored and fidgeting anymore.” He was nervous. Why was he nervous? His fingers kept twisting around each other. “Well, I am. But in my stomach, not here.” He tapped twice on his own temple to explain himself. “What if I… I think I like arguing with you more than flirting with anyone else. ” Charles was suddenly invested by the mental equivalent of a geyser, boiling and whipping in his head, but couldn’t make out the flavor of Lehnsherr’s thoughts. His heart was stomping in his chest. He lifted his eyes and locked them with his. 

Lehnsherr looked flabbergasted. He was gripping at the door frame with white knuckles, arms strained, and something in the keyhole was furiously spinning. He stepped forward, then changed his mind and stopped where he stood. His voice trembled when he said: “Maybe you should go, now, Charles. I don’t think it’s a good idea to- ” Charles flinched as if slapped. He ran away ignoring Lehnsherr calling his name.

Mmh… I’m back with this story?

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[15:35] ~ Minho [M]

>>> Genre: Smut 

>>> Pairing: Lee know x Fem!Reader 

>>> Summary: You work for Minho in the office and you’ve been together in secret for a while. During a meeting you decided to tease him in a room full of people and then he took you back to his office. 

"Meet me in my office in ten minutes," Minho ordered in an authoritative as he stood in front of you, his breath was hot on your face and you smirked at him. You'd worn a short tight, black pencil skirt to work without underwear underneath knowing you would be in a conference with him and a bunch of old men. Minho was right across from you and you could keep switching one leg over the other to give him a view which led to him forcing you into the supply closet you were standing in right now. 

"But Sir I have to-" His hand slammed onto the wall beside your head and you smirked knowing you were winding him up.

"Don't, you've teased me enough all morning." He growled at you getting close to your ear you ran your hand over his tie and nodded. 

"I'll be right there Sir," You whispered not wanting to piss him off anymore than you already had, he kissed down your neck before disappearing out of the small storage room.

You waited two minutes before leaving the storage room if anyone was to find out that you and your boss were sleeping together it would be big trouble for you. 

"Y/n," Felix greeted as you walked up to his desk, he was Minho's receptionist and he knew what happened inside of that office but Minho knows what Felix does inside his office when he was away so they kept it all a secret.

"He's waiting for you," You nodded and pushed the door open to see Minho sitting at his desk with his head in one hand and holding his phone up to the other. 

"Yes, I understand that but we have to meet deadlines..." He stared up at you as you shut the door and walked further into the office. 

"I'm looking at the report and I'm telling you!-" He was cut off mid shout when he was interrupted by the person on the phone. You smirked at him and he winked at you, he'd already planned in his head what he was going to do to you but seeing him get so riled up on the phone was turning you on even more. You'd always loved how engaged he was with work and how into it he got,

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched you drop down at his feet and crawl under the desk, if anyone was to walk in on this it would just look like he was sitting at his desk.

"Shh you're on the phone," You reached up and began rubbing him through his suit pants, he was still hard from the conference meeting you'd had that morning.  

"Yes, I'm still here. No that's fine don't put me on hold!" He ordered but they'd clearly put him on hold once again. 

"Don't! Y/n I'm warning you-" He let out a gasp as you freed him from his trousers and began to slowly pump him in your hand spitting on the tip and making him groan. 

"You're in so much fucking trouble." He reached his hand down to rest on top of your head and pushed your head down on his cock rolling his head back as he hit the back of your throat. 

"Fuck, you're too good at- Yes! Yes I'm still h-here." You smirked around him as you began bobbing your head faster, his hand slipped off your head as he tried to concentrate on the phone call. 

"No, that's not o-okay!" His voice went up in pitch as you gagged around him, you pulled off and flicked your tongue against his tip. He groaned into his fist before moving it back into your hair and gripping tightly, 

"Faster." He whispered but it was still an order, you shook your head but he forced your head back down on him rolling his eyes back as he felt your throat tighten around his tip. 

"G-Good girl." He mumbled until the person on the phone came back and he had to go back to talking once again. Once he was talking you began to take as much of his dick as you could and moved your head faster. You felt him twitch so you stared up at him getting ready to swallow when you felt his legs tense up, 

"S-Sir! What are you doing here?" You heard the door shut and you knew that your boss's boss was now in the room from the way Minho was stuttering he only ever got nervous around Chan.

"You alright Minho? You look nervous, I came to invite you to dinner tonight, you and that perky little assistant of yours, Y/n was it?" You heard Chan hiss but you continued to take Minho in and out of your mouth at a fast pace. 

"Yes, that's her name." His teeth were gritted meaning he was angry about something,

"Invite her along, I like her. Hmm and that skirt." The door shut again and you were pulled out from under the desk, 

"You're fucking finished," Minho bent you over his desk and smirked seeing how wet you were, 

"Chan likes this skirt, I don't. It shows too much of what's mine," A hard slap was struck across your ass and you let out a whine as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

"Thanks to your little game I'm not gonna last, so get ready for a whole lot of teasing tonight at the restaurant baby." He was bent down at your ear holding your neck in his hand but put putting any pressure on you just yet, 

"You're clenching and I'm not even inside of you baby, are you needy?" You nodded and he smirked thrusting into you without warning and not giving you time to adjust as he assaulted you with his fast thrusts. 

"F-F-fuck." You gripped onto the edge of the desk as fucked into you,

"Leg on the desk baby, I'm gonna need to fuck you deep so Chan knows who you belong to don't I?" 

"Yes Sir!" You answered lifting your right leg up and hooking it over the desk, he hissed gripping onto your hips as he pushed into you. 

"Ugh shit...You're so fucking tight. After all those nights together and you still can't take all of me can you." You couldn't find words your head was a mess as he continued to thrust into you. 

"Gonna cum." Was all your mind knew what to say as he reached the deepest parts of you, 

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He whispered, your head laid down on the table and he grunted in dissatisfaction and lifted your head up with your hair. 

"Nuh-uh baby, you're gonna look right at that camera in the corner of the room when you cum." You knew this was one of his favourite games, it was his camera and he'd shown you the videos of you both doing this before.

"If you're a good girl at dinner I won't send it to Chan." You clenched around him and he groaned loudly. 

"You want that? You want Chan to see me fucking into you and claiming you as my own?" You whimpered and you felt the familiar warmness in your stomach. 

"M-Minho," You warned him but he knew you were close, he could feel you pulsating around him and he hissed getting close to his release. 

"Cum for me," You gripped onto the edges of the desk so hard you swore it made the desk move, one my thrust and he hit your hilt making the warm feeling spread throughout you. Your hips bucked up and you cried out as you came around Minho clenching tightly 

"I-I'm cumming! Fuck Minho!" Your screams could be heard outside the office door by Felix who smirked down at his phone,

"Shit baby," Minho grunted his hips slowed to a stop and he held himself inside of you as you giggled feeling some of his seed drip down your thigh. 

"You keep all of that inside of you until you get to those toilets, and don't forget to wear this to dinner tonight. I'm not through with you." He whispered kissing the base of your neck and slowly pulling out of you. You let out a whine as he did and then stood up kissing him before leaving the room and ignoring the smug look on Felix's face.

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