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all I need is the air that I breathe, and to love you ft. lee mark !

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ genre ; non-idol!mark × fem reader. fluff, pure unadulterated fluff. established relationship au. use of pet names (for her: baby, pretty girl / for him: lovie). just a short drabble to get used to posting on tumblr. ugh this turned tooth-rottingly sweet.

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ word count ; 1.4k (this was supposed to be shorter but well, i got carried away haha)

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ warning(s) ; none that i see ^^

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ notes ; divider by @mewryn (it's so pretty oml)

laughter. the sound of laughter had to be your favorite music that drifted leisurely throughout the apartment.

be it hushed chuckles over a movie or a funny tiktok your boyfriend sent over to you, the rambunctious cackling that tailed your group of friends when they'd indulged a little too much in drinks after dinners that often than not happened in the home you shared with mark–you cherished them all the very same.

before you moved into the flat on the tenth floor, the highest any residential building went in the street equidistant to both of your workplaces, you had some doubts. mostly concerning how eerily quiet it tended to get even with the faint honks of traffic in the heart of seoul.

you could owe it to your upbringing in the city, never once truly alone despite how easily it was slipping into a faraway headspace. you still did that sometimes but after meeting mark, the use of your headphones that'd found purchase against your ears got lesser and lesser. until you could go days just listening to his little tangents.

of course, it was more because of the fact that you adored how his whole face brightened as he shared with you something, anything he held dear. the way his soft brown eyes twinkled as he animatedly explained his point made you lose all sense of reality.

once in sophmore year of college, he had stopped for half a minute and then chuckled at you staring at him in awe. it had taken him waving his hand before you and a "hello, earth to _______? do i have something on my face?" for you to realize your embarrassing predicament.

only mark didn't seem to find it odd. no, on the contrary he found the gesture endearing. he had that tendency to ramble, everyone told him as much. but for you to listen to every word and hang onto it infused a swell in his heart, a giddy feeling he honestly did not want to suppress.

with mark, everything came in it's most simple form. relationships were not supposed to be easy, each one had it's own complications as did yours. but with him you knew you would always try to work through every rough patch because your boyfriend was willing just as much.

you had put an official label on your relationship in junior year, and not being strangers to the amount of teasing that would ensue from your rather large circle of friends, you had decided to keep it lowkey, letting them find out on their own and ease into it.

but with your streak of not keeping your hands–or lips for that matter—off each other, it took them two weeks flat to figure it out. but that's on johnny and his inability to knock on doors as he strutted into mark's dorm as if it was his own, oblivious to you both tangled in each other's arms on the small sofa pushed against the wall beside the balcony.

to your surprise, no noticeably grand change came with the reveal. in johnny's words, you and mark had always been sort of touchy with each other even as friends. he told you to keep the make-outs to a minimum and nobody else would know for sure.

after graduation, mark had mustered up the courage to ask you to move in with him. he had put a lot of thought into it—scoured for decently sized apartments, looked for help from his older friends and even went as far as to ask your parents for their opinion.

of course, the one answer that mattered was yours but even the fact that he asked your parents made you feel elated. and it definitely earned him their seal of approval.

the hesitant question had followed a meal of chinese takeout for dinner as you leaned your head on his shoulder, watching the movie playing in the living room of his childhood home, an arm wrapped around his waist. you had noticed his skittishness all night and it all came to a head as he played with the ends of your hair.

"i was thinking", mark started, taking your hum as approval to continue while you lowered the volume of the tv. "and seriously you can take as much time to think or even say no, i won't force you."

this time you turned to face him fully, a frown creeping up to your face. "what is it, markie? is something wrong?"

"i– well..." he took a sharp breath, eyes never once meeting your own. "i was thinking maybe you can move in with me?"

the silence that followed only plummeted his heart further down his stomach. mark moved an inch away from you, grabbing the remote from your grasp while shaking his head. "never mind. it's way too soon to think of that stuff, right? that's was a sudden, stupid ques—"

"don't say that. nothing you said is stupid." regaining your voice, you shifted closer to him, your grip sliding up his arm and towards nape as you rubbed the area. his shoulders slouched visibly, irrate heartbeat slowing just a little.

you smiled up at him, deft fingers smoothing across his across his brow and finally resting against his cheeks. it took a little tug for him to finally face you, mouth opening and closing as he wracked his brain for the appropriate words to find him when you spoke again.

"i would love to move in with you, mark."

as much as you loved mark when he's talking, sometimes you took great pleasure in rendering him speechless.

as quick as lightning he held your wrists with widened eyes, stopping the advances of your hands down his perfectly sculpted face. you brushed his knee softly as his adam's apple bobbed with a dry gulp.

mark found it hard to even formulate a thought, let alone speak. just when he'd started believing all of this was a bad idea, horrendous really, your admission nearly made his brain short-circuit.

"woah, wait— no. what?" he stumbled over the words eliciting a giggle out of you. "run that by me again, baby. i don't think i heard you correctly."

swatting his shoulder playfully, you took liberty to throw a leg over his, straddling his lap. "you heard me just right the first time, lovie. i think we should do it, move in together. i mean, we have somewhat stable jobs and it would stop us from inconveniencing your parents or mine. honestly, i love your mother but i got goosebumps when she winked at me on the way out."

mark managed a chuckle, rubbing up and down the sides on your legs on either side of him. this had been your arrangement after college. date nights in either of your houses meant the parents always had to leave unless they wanted to walk in on their not-so-little-anymore kids doing anything reserved for behind closed doors.

suddenly, you found yourself being pulled forwards into his chest as his ecstasy evolved into child-like laughter–carefree and unbound. his arms tightened around your form as you succumbed to your own joy.

mark whispered against your hair between pressing kisses to the crown of your head, "i love you, you know that?"

you peeked up at him, cheeks starting to hurt from the wide smile that nothing in the world could dampen. "do you?"

"mhmm. and now that we will live together, i'll remind you everyday, pretty girl. over and over."

sometimes, it scared you how dependent you had gotten on this one single person. finding your chest surging with pride in his every minute success, just as it ached when he hurted.

mark looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky. then again, you were sure you'd visit every length to do just that if he so much as asked.

and that night had brought you to this one, sitting against the armrest of the loveseat surrounded by your friends, legs thrown over your boyfriend's as he held you close. you knew he would never let you fall but every fiber in your being appreciated the closeness regardless.

you smiled at haechan's dramatic recounting of some incident in the pub last night, finding comfort in the fingers thrumming to an unknown beat against your hips.

as your eyes wandered to every occupant of the cozy living room of your apartment—yours and mark's—you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars for this chance.

because until you have this little life, this warm, lived-in home, your friends, family and most importantly him by your side, nothing could make you a stranger to the sense of contentment.

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satocidal · 5 months

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—RING RING!!

Say hello to our Operator Number One, and A Fan-Favourite:

── .˳⁺⁎˚ This caller seems to be into Humiliation and Generalised Behaviour of a Male Thot

── .˳⁺⁎˚ Geto Suguru — Starring in ⌞Valedicktorian⌝

Synopsis: your favourite academic rival, he wants to respect you, he really does—but he just prefers seeing you cry more.

— Word count: 5.4k

— A/n: I know I know, we all love a cocky lil shit that my man is <3 and tagging @romiyaro @blkkizzat @driaswrld becauseeee I can <3333 (+this was supposed to be way longer but haha)+i know it's supposed to be more smut and kinky than story line but :( I apparently cannot do that

— Warnings: Smut!!MDNI!!AFAB! Fem Reader x Suguru; teasing on both parts; dubious methods of going along a lot of things; Suguru is almost like a soft Dom; hints at spitting; Suguru eats reader out through her panties; reader almost gives Suguru a strip tease or smn like that; Suguru is a cocky bitch; emphasis on academic validation somewhat; smut begins late; reader is a virgin; Oral (fem receiving)

~November Beginning~

[8:03 a.m.]

Your eyes scanned the board fast, alone you stood towards the first corner—aware all too well you’d never even fall below

the first row.

Rank Marks Allotted

Y/n L/n [Valedictorian] 97/100

Suguru Geto [Salutatorian] 91/100

You didn’t bother lowering your eyes any further—a huge grin remained etched on your smile as you rocked back and forth about your Position, waiting for him to drop by.

Eyes flitted simply through the screen of your phone—mindless swipes, mindless likes passed on Instagram as you patiently, a whole wait of 7 minutes, you counted—how so very careless.

You beamed as his silhouette came into view, and his best friend’s right beside—lanky, they both stood, you never cared enough.

“You’re late,” you murmured as he shoved past you—an audible grown let out even though he just knew with the way you stood, that he was beat again.

But this time the difference stood of a worthy 6 points—just 6, how easily that he could’ve had you.

Satoru simply cackled beside him—indulging you with the very complicated handshake he and you had designed in the first year of your college.

“You're both stupid,” he, satoru, grinned, “I barely passed and that's so sick,” you simply chuckled at his words—joy emerging more so at Suguru’s annoyance.

“You’ve got the scholarship from your football team Toru’, unfortunately for us—6 marks make a huge difference,”

“6 marks don't matter,” Suguru grumbled, a frown lay upon his lips — “we’re not kids-”

“-except you will cry like a kid when you go back to your dorm because 6 points was what stopped ya from Rank 1,”

A smirk you bore—he wanted to drill it out of you so bad.

“The only crying that goes off in my dorm are the girls I bring about,” he smirk was his this time, your face twisted in disgust.

“And had you spent that time actually studying maybe you'd have gotten somewhere—and is that a confession that you’re that bad a fuck?”

He was tall, but the certain way he towered over most was amusing–not you though, never you.

Equals, in most senses of the word.

“But then,” you continued, and grinned wide—“don't suppose two minutes could've saved you from anything.”

A brow he raised, “you've been learning insults from middle schoolers—and what would your virgin ass even know?”

Jaw clenched you stared, Suguru Geto had realized your insecurity quick back in the first year—exploiting to all ends possible.

“Maybe you should try learning from them, gonna help you with grades and STDs,” a thin smile you wore, a thin smile he did too.

“At the end of the day, we both get the same grade, same gpa and probably the same job offers,” he paused—staring at your face—you took your chance, “And yet you’ll always remember that I was the one that beat you to the first place.”

A wink you passed, a clenched jaw he stilled.

—.—.—

[1:10 p.m.]

The semester was finally over—Satoru’s parties galore.

A tradition almost, celebration of his, scoring marks enough to pass—an ‘ode’ he deemed it, to you and Suguru for tutoring him together.

More so just an attempt to to spew you both together, failing just as always.

“You’re gonna show up tonight doll?” Satoru asked—eyes staring at your face from beneath—head placed in your lap, feet in Suguru’s lap as you both read books that couldn’t have been more neglected when the tension between the two fell so high. .

A hummed you passed, “Will you let me say no?”

A snort Satoru let out, answer all too obvious.

You sighed, “Tonight, sure but I have some projects to catch up and-”

“-perfect,” Satoru interrupted, all to your annoyance, “hm?”

“Suguru has some remaining too, right?”

Interested piqued slow and with a topic that deepened his natural frown, he—Suguru stared at you.

“I’m in mood for help from her,”

Eyes narrowed, you scowled, “yes well I’m not offering any either ways,”

“Not like you could,”

“Says the- ah!”

A sharp yelp you couldn’t help when Satoru pinched your side in midst of your banter—Something in Suguru found the noise adorable—he hated this little something, “excuse you?”

“You wouldn’t shut up otherwise, right?” A bashful smile he held, and so it happened you just couldn’t hold him guilty, an eye roll and you paused.

“Whatever, I’ll show up tonight but don’t hold me up for the rest of the week ok?”

“As you wish, doll,” a sharp edge Satoru held to his words, invoking a sense of alert in both you and Suguru—neither daring to consult the other.

[7:55 p.m.]

“And who exactly are we wearing this piece for huh?” Shoko’s eyes fell on you hard—“Who’s got you that hooked?”

A roll of your eyes, “Just wanted to feel cute is all,” you muttered under your breath—and that was mostly true.

It’s wasn’t such that you’d found someone, nor were you dressing to impress, but then, it was out of spite in some sense.

His words rang in your head- in wasn’t an insult really, being a virgin was fine, it was ok, but you hated even the littlest ‘advantage,’ that he could hold on you.

And so you trudged it on, the little black skirt that Satoru gifted you, so small you’d initially kept it only as a joke—and oh how the turn tables.

The top wouldn’t stand any better at all, almost sheer it lay—a floral print to keep what little of your modesty you wanted to show.

Pathetic and desperate, you called yourself, for turning about so easily—pathetically desperate however, you wanted Suguru to be.

[8:15 p.m.]

A step into his mansion, a wolf whistle greeted you.

“Shut up Satoru,” you mumbled, a shy smile playing on your lips—almost guilty, “I know it’s not for me, so who’re you dressed to impress?”

A heat caught up slow on your face at Satoru’s words.

Your eyes landed on Suguru who came sauntering just beside him—jaw clenched at just the sight of him, the perfect way his jean jacket clung to him, “And why couldn’t I dress up for you?”

Satoru’s smirk only grew, all too aware of the hostility and the sexual tension that Suguru and you’d fostered—his biggest mystery lying in the way that it was third year of your college degree and you still hadn’t fucked the lights of each other.

A wink, charismatic, most would say, “because you know I prefer you without anything on princess,”

Had you not known Satoru you’d have probably been disgusted, but wonderous what two years of being together did to a person and their adaptations—and you wondered just why you hadn’t adapted to his black haired best friend.

A soft punch on his arm, you shook your head with a smile, “Really though, you look gorgeous—right Suguru?”

Your eyes moved slow, hesitant almost to meet his, “Yeah sure,” he shrugged casually, and just a little your heart hurt too.

Pathetic.

“You don’t look half bad,” you spoke still, adamant to be the bigger person—adamant to have something going.

He eyed you for a second, then another—a scoff, “what’s up with that top? Fix it please- you look like a slut,”

Silence, the music blaring almost stunned out.

Your face burned, heart all the more—a baffled “what?” Escaped your lips—and possibly Satoru’s, you weren’t sure

You weren’t sure if anything there on..

A roll of his eyes caught you off guard further, heart beat racing despite you when he leaned a little towards you, “if you’re going to try dressing like a prostitute, carry it with confidence—do you have any idea how many guys have been staring? Your boobs are practically falling from in there,”

You hated it, hated his words, his demeanor, his proximity—the way you almost found it endearing that he looked away when you tried your best to fix it, the way he almost ‘shielded’ you from anyone looking at you weird.

You hated it all.

“I don’t need you to ‘watch out’ for me,” you spat—Satoru lay forgotten in the moment, maybe he’d slipped moments ago—had he been there at all?

“Not looking out for you doll, just sayin it doesn’t suit ya,” you wanted to thank the dimmed down lighting, your tears were at the brink of falling, you wanted to punch him.

“What would you know what suits me and what doesn’t,” shaky a voice, drowned by the loud music—a smirk Suguru adorned, “think your rival would pay enough attention on you to know what suits you and what doesn’t,” his grinned only ever widened as he stepped back to stand beside you, “but sure, you do look fuckable,”

Jaw clenched, your eyes stared at each other, “whatever,” a shrug you passed, retired.

“Wait,” and wait you did, persistently at his words, “I’m assuming you don’t know most people here, given you’re the pretty nerd-”

“-do you have anything of material to say or should I go?”

The annoyance lay naked, so did the hurt in your voice.

Suguru was perceptive, perfect in the way his eyes trailed down your body, “I’m just saying, tag along with me—don’t want no accidents happening to my nerd,”

“You’re a nerd too,” a scoff, yours, “that’s what you caught from the whole statement?” A chuckle, his.

You bit the inside of your cheek hard, a mindless nod as you let him hold your hand, unsure of it entirely but never more certain that it was the right thing.

His nerd.

[8:45 p.m.]

“You drink?” A shake of your head and a sigh, his, “Really are a goody two shoes huh?”

A scoff you passed at his words, “Nothing goody two shoes about it, just that I don’t like the taste and-”

A snort interrupted you, “Pardon, the taste? Alright then, let me order my doll a strawberry milkshake,”

Your scrunched face only ever helped his face concort with laughter further, “I’m not your doll, or nerd or nothing. Don’t call me yours.” yours Words all too defiant, he smirked.

“Eh?” A pause, heavy, “Don't remember hearing objection for when you’re with Satoru,”

You bit the inside of your cheek-how exactly could he make everything so tough?

“Satoru’s a friend,”

“I'm not?”

You grinned, the lighting lay dim—his smile a blur, as was yours — “You're nothing more than competition,”

A grin, his too, “Ouch—after we spend so much time?”

“What, you enjoy it? You're masochistic too huh?”

“If you're the one who's gonna be torturing me doll,” a wink he offered, you bit the inside of your cheek, as insufferable as always.

However before a retort would fall, before your grin would broaden, before his smirks would lighten—“Here’s your milk shake ma’am!”

An internal groan and a condescending little, “be a good girl and finish it all up for me doll,”

A groan- which bartender even agreed to make milkshakes? At parties? At night?

Your eyes scanned the tag he kept attached, Toji F.

[11:44 p.m.]

“Suguru,” your words were frenzied, grip tightening on his arm—eyes moving over the surrounding crowd, “I don’t wanna play,”

Drunk.

The usual it was, late the party started and ended up almost at the next morning, you could hear Satoru Hollering down in the background, eyes narrowed down onto the group of your peers that sat in a circle.

Truth and Dare, the tradition.

Everyone you laid eyes upon, drunk, you were sure Suguru himself stood slightly tipsy, saved for your sake entirely, “Cmon,” his words a drag, “It’s just truth and dare, what’s the worst that can happen?”

And you knew well, that was exactly how all the bad teenage movies began.

“Everything, please, let me go if you wanna continue, that’s alright-”

“-no, can’t let you go,” you smiled slightly at the little pout on his face, adorable he surely was when drunk.

“Yes you can, I can walk back from here you know-”

Sudden, all too sudden he pushed you slight, pinned to the wall.

Words interrupted by his weight shifting onto you, your eyes widened at the closeness- “Won’t let you go alone, too many creeps,” a sincere nod was all you could pass, mouth dry and heart racing—he smirked.

“You like this?”

A shake of your head—another pout from him.

“You lie too much,” he murmured against your form, a hand placed softly on your waist—never moving an inch—“you would do well with a round of truth and dare actually,”

You giggled at his words, heart racing fast still as his hot breath fanned over you, “What if I just choose dare?”

Closer, somehow, he only seemed to move closer.

“You’re too chicken to do that,”

“But what if?”

“Do you?”

“Maybe”

“Ok,” he paused—stepping back, “here’s child’s play for you,” the smile he held now was concerning in ways—you didn’t mind it, “I dare you that if I manage to score better than you in the next semester, you have yo do everything I say for a good one day,”

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out at that.

“You have a thing for losing huh?”

A scoff, an eye roll—why was everything from him gorgeous?

“It’s a dare babe, take it or leave it,”

“Sure thing Suguru,”

“Atta girl,”

—.—.—

The tension was held high, the second semester was to end soon—you weren't all so tensed for that, however something did bother you.

Suguru Geto, for the first time that your eyes had seen, was studying.

Day in and day out, the library was where most people would find you—not Suguru Geto, certified fucker of the batch.

“Pass me the book when you’re done please,” your eyes narrowed at the tone, so damn sweet , “please,” uttered so carefully, you wanted to punch him for no reason.

“Of course,” you smiled back politely, wanting to be anything but so.

your eyes flickered over to Satoru—grinning as he texted the girl he met at the party.

“Why don’t you teach Satoru a lil something too though? He could use your help,” it was a constant, you and your little comments, hell bent on distracting Suguru, hell bent on getting more study time than him—hell bent on winning that particular bet.

He’d been drunk, you were hoping he’d have forgotten—hopes always lay crushed, for in the certain way he grinned when he looked at you, it meant something, surely a promise of winning from him.

Suguru Hummed as he always did—hostility between the two of you hadn’t ebbed exactly but it was bearable—he made it bearable, simply readjustments.

Ever since the party, you weren’t sure if you liked the change or no.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the lies Satoru fed you about him wanting you — or the half truths Your heart screamed, of Suguru wanting to screw you.

However, not being rivals never equated to being friends—obvious in the way not even his begging had softened your heart to lend him your notes.

“Why don’t you? Seem pretty done with the outline of it,”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pertaining a gaze on you softly, he grinned, “Too busy to let a friend fail?”

A defiant ‘yes’ you muttered, eyes stuck on Suguru- adding a little, “we’re not friends,” but pausing as the long fingers moved, long fingers reaching out to give you a note—“what’s that?”

He grinned as he shrugged, but before you could open the little piece of paper, folded all so carefully, “ah ah ah,” he chuckled, “open it outside,”

And you did—walking away with a huf—decided that the library was no longer just your spot, not a glance shared with Satoru, focused all so much at the objective of hogging as much study material as you could for the exam.

A sharp inhale though, annoyance seeping in as you viewed the message on the white piece of paper, decorated with all so many hearts, “Good luck losing, doll-face.”

—.—.—

~Night before the Exam~

“You’re sick for this, you know,” Satoru’s words rang in his head, he scoffed, maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t.

How could it even matter?

The flashlight remained tucked between his arms, working, quick, eyes scanning over the question paper as he stood in the Dean’s Office.

Being a good student, trusted student of course had it perks—the security cameras just somehow malfunctioning could be no coincidence either.

And then again, he wouldn’t cheat a lot, just enough, just to beat you — just enough.

And so the next day, while your confident farce broke just a little to see him ask for more sheets than you, to see him write longer—to see him almost do the exam better than you, something told you that the bet wasn’t made in vain, Suguru Geto was a man of plans.

—.—.—

~1st December~

You were sure you’d left before him, before anyone—as always.

And yet, just the way your stomach twisted when you saw his figure standing by the notice board—his grinning face—that was all it took for you to realize that something wasn’t right.

“The fuck are you grinning for?” The nervousness was obvious—Suguru loved it.

“Mind the language love,” he mused—stepping aside, letting your eyes find their own horror.

Rank Marks Allotted

Suguru Geto [Valedictorian] 95/100

Y/n L/n [Salutatorian] 94/100

And oh how he loved the way your face fell, how he loved the green in your eyes and the red tint of your of your burning ears.

“The test was hard though so you know-” the glint of victory all so evident, “-shut up,” you huffed.

“Shut the fuck up—it’s just-”

“-just one mark? Yeah, no.” He snickered behind you, “and ah? Aren’t you the one supposed to be doing what I say? No more teetering me about, doll,” a wink, a shiver up your spine.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Whatever, what do you want? Laundry done or what? Breakfast-”

Suguru’s head tilted to the side, adorably, as if a puppy’s, “you think that’s bad? Oh jeez y/n,” he grinned, “somebody’s in for a surprise?”

And before the realizations of what something worse had to be, before a retort could befall your lips, Suguru Geto had spoken once more—voice defiant, “To my dorm, now.”

The wind around you was cold, yes but chilly was the sensation you felt down your spine.

The room was organised, books on the right shelf, mangas on the left—his family photo on the right corner of the desk and a poster of his favorite baseball team right in front.

Nothing you would ever find your room as—scrawled up notes lay shoved in every corner—silly gifts from friends and a pile of unwashed coffee cups.

The contrast was thorough.

Your eyes bore into his, his into your figure-“what do you- why are we here?”

Suguru glared for a second, “what did you think would happen when you lost?”

Not this.

Or, well.

You’d assumed Suguru would use his chance to embarrass you, thoughts were quick though, infested you sat through seconds and hours, days even—thoughts of Suguru Geto and your “humiliation”.

It wasn’t that you wanted to lose, but you wouldn’t have minded—and so a blind eye was all you had to offer when Satoru dropped the keys to the dean’s office—a deaf ear turned when you heard him bragging of the plan to his girls, a stifled laugh when Suguru smacked his head for talking too much.

But now that the situation lay bared, maybe, just maybe it wasn’t the best situation to be in.

Maybe, the nervousness finally crept into the skin—maybe, you realised, maybe you shouldn’t have.

Fortunately or not though, Suguru was perceptive as he was caring—somewhat, “Don’t be nervous, I’m not gonna- you know,” he grinned, thoughts pertaining to your imagination—you didn’t like where and why it lead to everything it did.

Suguru hummed as he walked about, you stood all so awkward in the middle of his room—a hand patted the space next to him on his bed, “come on up here doll,”

You didn’t want to, but oh how the feet moved before they could stop.

“I don’t want to,” he smiled, soft, “well, you do realize what I want, right?”

A gulp, “I’ve never-”

“-I know,” he paused, “I’m not gonna force you into it, only if you wanna-”

You did want to, hell if there was anyone you wanted to trust, it would forever be Suguru Geto somehow.

“What if I say no?”

“Then feel free to just lounge about, I’d love talking to you,”

Heart pace quickened, you licked your lips—“I thought you- you’d make me…”

“Not a monster doll, not gonna do nothing you don’t want,” and just then you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face too, fuck, you really were into him huh?

A bite of your lips, a giggle his—“I think…I think you’ve won fair and square,”

Another small giggle, and boy was everything he did adorable—“you know I cheated-” you bobbed your head, and oh how he was down bad for you too.

“C’mere,”

15 minutes in, you’d already taken off your rings—the rules of the game Suguru wanted you to play were simple.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” he’d chuckled, “but, s’not gonna help today,” a book lay in his hands— “I ask the questions and you answer, for every wrong answer you strip, take off one piece of clothing,”

A grin you passed, “of course,” you’d snickered—sitting across him.

“What is my favorite color?” A brow you raised, confused still as to why Suguru even bothered opening the book which read, “NEUROROBOTICS” when all he bothered asking were stupid questions with stupider answers.

“It’s…white? Or uh, blue?” Shots in the dark, all wrong—what pained you though were his answers—“nu uh,” he grinned, “take something off again, and better not tease me again,” you giggled.

The last two questions were just trivial as this, about him, and you’d answered them right too—except he just didn’t accept them at all.

You cursed internally, for skipping wearing socks because as of now you you were debating for the crucial options, the jeans or the top.

Suguru grinned, “my favorite color’s that though, you know when you blush,” you groaned at his words—chuckling along with him because frankly, when had you ever ‘blushed’ for him at all.

Your eyes moved fast, the top it was.

His eyes were sharp, stuck onto your form, pulled right over your head—Suguru was loving his day.

“White huh?” he grinned, your face burned at the way he stared at your Lacy white bra, “it is my favorite color after all,”

“Ask the next question” you snapped—hand reaching for a pillow to help yourself.

Suguru’s smile was soft, “ok, how about…how long have you wanted to fuck me?”

It physically made you uncomfortable to how hot the tip of your ears had gotten.

“No point lying, since we're both here to fuck anyways,”

You pursed your lips, it was true but then—“since the beginning of this year,”

Suguru chuckled at that, clicking his tongue—“the pants now?” your face dropped, it was risky—it would be a first, and with the way Suguru sat fully dressed, humiliating.

“I'm not lying-”

“Liar,”

“I'm not-”

“I'll make ya take off two pieces if you keep this up,”

Two- pants and either of your bra perhaps, or panties, neither seemed better than the other.

A retired ‘ok,’ you choked out, scoffing at how he smirked when your fingers moved in to pull the pants down, slow—“what's the correct answer?”

“The day you first saw me,”

You despised the way he was correct.

Pushed down your legs and thrown aside your pants lay—your eyes and Suguru’s, trailed up all the way to your calves.

“Matching set? You wanted this to happen hm?”

And you despised the experience and knowledge he had—his gaze remained stuck on the white Lacy panties you'd decided to wear.

For him.

How scandalous.

“Continue the game,” Suguru grinned—”how long have I wanted to fuck you?”

Your mouth ran dry—oh?

“The beginning of the semester?” you guessed, truthfully, heartbeat fastening when he smirked—”you have no idea how long I've wanted you here, like this,”

He stood close now, very close, his hand itself moving to unclasp your bra—warm breath fanning your face, “how long?” you whispered.

“Forever. Since I saw you,”

A giggle you let out—“you- no way, you simp,”

A giggle, his—“and there, you ruined the moment,”

A giggle, together.

“Let me see?” Suguru murmured, pulling away softly, slowly the pillow off of your form—finally, the bra pulled away too—his hands held your breasts softly.

You were sure though, the nervousness all too evident in your face, “easy, I'll take care of you,”

You passed a nod in response— biting your lips as the way his hands squeezed you, held you—his thumb rolling onto your nipples—half hardened they stood already in the chilly air of his room.

“You're damn gorgeous,” he whispered- lips pressed against yours, fingers massaging your boobs carefully, “fuck I- you've never?”

A swift shake of your head, “mm’ gonna corrupt you tonight ok?”

And just like that, pushed down to your back you lay, “spread your legs doll,”

And you did, pace fastening as he leaned into the spot between your legs, hand lingering on your inner thigh—“are you turned on?” the smirk on his face was telling, of course you were, “got turned on thinking what I would do to you? Aren't you just the cutest?”

You were inexperienced, sure, but you weren't going to let him tease you all so much-“hurry it up I- hah!”

Or maybe you would, you didn't know.

A soft gasp interrupted your words quick, two fingers pressed directly onto your pussy, prodding about, dancing slight as he tramped about your opening.

“You must've touched yourself?” the question itself felt sickening, you shouldn't have to tell him—“yes,” you mumble slowly, “ever thought about me?”

Another ‘yes’ indiscriminately fell off your lips.

Right at your position you saw him smile, dumbfounded when he whispered a ‘me too,’

Suguru’s other hand—fingers ran close circles on your thigh, “I won't go all the way tonight, you're scared and that's fine—” you gulped, reassurance flitting through you, “wanna make you feel good though,” and exactly as his sentence ended, he propped your legs all the way to his shoulders, despite all that he was doing, an almost innocent —“comfy?” he dropped in the name of formality.

“Relax,” he cooed, soft and gentle as he slowly leaned in, “you're in good hands ok?” your breath hitched still as the first lick came about, wetness spreading all the more than it already was—you were sure you’d never found yourself all so wet.

“Suguru- I- c-can't we do this without the-”

Without the panties—you were already wrecked for him.

A Cheshire smirk spread on his features from down below, “no, we'll go step by step, that's how the studious ones go, right?” you held back a moan when his fingers found your clit—rubbing slow circles, panties getting drenched in your own slick.

“Was that a moan doll?” his words suddenly caught up—a sharp slap landed on your pussy, eliciting a small cry, ”I wanna hear everything from you doll, every whimper, every cry and moan—everything,” you could only nod, and gasp slight as he dived in to press a kiss against your clothed folds.

“I'm so glad you're wearing white sweets,” a devilish grin his and an embarrassed squeak yours as he pinched your folds through your panties—drenched in result of his spit and licks and your own slick, completely see through.

And all throughout, Suguru was relentless in the way he spread apart your folds easily, peeking at the hints of your exposed cunt.

Fingers hooked to repeatedly rub your clit, so slow, never the right pressure or pace—snickering at how your mouth hung ajar, eyes drooping with pleasure.

Low pants and shy breaths only encouraged the raved haired boy still, sparing fingers and diving right in with his lips attached to your pussy lips and panties—tongue pushing against so obscenely against your hidden hole.

A sheepish grin he held, “Suguru,” you let out a broken sob, “please,”

The whine had him feeling back, looking up at you—eyes never Fuller, almost as if drunk in your juices, “hm?”

“Want more—pl-please,” it was almost a drag, your words.

Sobbing almost, at the way he chuckled—“nu uh, this is still technically your punishment, you know that right?”

But even so, Suguru knew he wouldn't deny you pleasure, just…maybe, just tease you a lot—drive you over the edge with his words before his tongue would do it, but he would get to it, surely.

And deep down he knew it too, he couldn't have had anything in him to deny you it either, not when you squirmed for him so adorably.

Just as before, Suguru attached his tongue to your see through panties, swirling around your folds and nub—until he playfully nimbled on it—basking in your gasp and sudden clutch of your fingers on his hair.

Suguru wrapping his lips over your clit once again, feverishly suckling on the swollen flesh— tempted to just move your panties to the side and eat you out like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

But then, even with, close to none, experience that you had —you were sure that is what carnal desire would be presented as.

The idea was enticing, to just have it all flipped to the side—but he wasn’t one to give up so easily—and then he did want to see you suffer and cry all for him. Even if he’s currently losing his mind to actually get a taste of your pussy.

“S-Suguru—please, s’close!” his tongue danced about your folds, warping and swiveling the mushy flesh until your legs started to shake—as did you.

Your back arched, loud moans leaving your mouth—almost pornographic they sounded, as your hand was still gripping Suguru’s locks tightly.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks with your jaw slightly hanging open but no words were escaping your lips, your body spasmed, your grip on suguru’s hair loosened as you held onto the sheets underneath you instead—before you came really hard, drenching your panties even more with your cum.

Suguru was kneading the soft flesh of your thighs as he looked up to you, licking his lips, practically tasting your cum on his tongue already. You swallowed thickly, meeting his intense gaze on you and before you could mutter or say anything— Suguru had beat you to it.

“Not done yet doll,” he grinned—fingers hooking in the waist band of your panties—“next question decides if you become the good little student that you are, and I teach you how to please me—or you get punished more when I get it actually gt to play with your pussy,”

A broken giggle escaped you, “oh well, what is it?”

Suguru couldn't help but giggle at you too, so damn cute that he found you, “how many times are you cum for me?”

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fudanshidoublevision · 2 months

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It's pretty funny how the three love interests have something in common 。。。。besides their obvious interest (Haley) and obsession (Double Vision and Ray) towards the MC of the game.

The three of them smoke, which might be something banal for some but I like to hold into small details like these and make up stuff.

Haley takes smoke breaks, Ray smokes when he is in your apartment and Double isn't shown smoking in the game but he does on his birthday illustration. ᶘ ⊙ᴥ⊙ᶅ

Not sure if that was on purpose or just a coincidence but either way, it makes sense to me.

Ray, especially, the fact that he smokes.

Considering that he spent most of his pre-teen and teenage years until he was 18 years old living with Steel Sheriff and remember, Steel Sheriff is a shitty person and a BAD influence, so it makes sense that maaaybe that bad habit was influenced by that horrendous man and Ray took a hold into it.

Ray strikes me as the type of guy who's addicted to nicotine and honestly? I don't blame him at all, that man went through so much shit since he came out of his mother's womb so if he EVEN chain smokes, it wouldn't faze me at all.

Not sure if Ray smokes only at night but someone dear to me does and well, the only time of the day Ray is completely free of any duty is at night, as far as i've seen? Also, smoking at night sounds...right to me, he takes notice of you and opens the window so he isn't stinking up your place...which is surprising, the only smokers I know always smoke in secluded places and I can smell it all the way into my bedroom. ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ

I'm aware that nicotine has some benefits but we are talking about Ray, who is freaking Binary Star, HIS ABILITY???? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. /j This man does not GAF about the side effects or the benefits of smoking. Out of the three I believe that Ray is free from any illnesses or any type of side effects, heh.

Now, Haley, they are shapeshifter...? Correct me if I'm wrong, im an amateur on the Haley department. Crazy idea but imagine if they smoke on their cat form, holy fucking shit. Their brain, gastrointestinal system or even their heart is not safe though...but I believe that they can easily shift into any animal with the strongest lungs ever and live another day without being worried about any complications? Huh, this sounds batshit crazy so I think I'll stop writing this part.

Like Ray, Haley seems to smoke as a sedative, what if they smoke herbal cigarettes? Also, I believe that they can easily quit if they want to (heh, now that I'm reading this part i forgot that this is something most addicts say, LOL.) , which I beg to differ when it comes to Ray or Double, I don't judge them, just an observation I guess.

At last, my favorite character and current obsession, Double Vision.

Cigarette smoking, yeah but what about vaping? He looks like the type of guy that would vape or maybe is it too tame for him? Maybe he wants something stronger. Wait, does anyone really need a reason to smoke? ಠಿ_ಠ

People say that vaping is less hazardous than smoking but to me? It's the same thing, most e-cigarretes contain nicotine but yeah, you are inhaling smoke from burning tobacco when you smoke a cigarette. I don't know anything about vaping. It's pretty popular in my country though, never tried it but my friend told me that vaping feels and tastes different from smoking, so I believe their judgement.

Forgive my yapping, like I was saying! He isn't safe from the lung cancer, at all. Yeah, this man can do sick tricks with the smoke, for sure... I'm not going to name any because I might be wrong but you name it and maaaaaaaybe he would be capable of doing it, if you can do something for him back, of course. Oh, I'm 100% sure this freakazoid throws the smoke in your face on purpose, I find that hot actually...if only my nostrils and eyes could say the same about that. If he does that, I'll be coughing like I have asthma until I die.

Hmm, I can't think of when he started smoking...maybe on his teenage years? After all, I think it was at that time that he started to get along with shady people and ugly business. The power of influence and their ambience might be a big factor of this habit on these guys. Heavy on Ray.

That's everything I could think of. For now.

If you are a real person, don't smoke, I guess?. Do whatever you want BUT DON'T BE TELLING ANYONE THAT TUMBLR USER fudanshidoublevision encouraged you to do it.

If you are fictional character, yassss smoke all you want beautiful inexistent individual, you don't exist after all!

GODDAMN!!!!!! I MIGHT START SMOKING RIGHT NOW IF I CAN LOOK THIS HOT 😍😍😍 GIVE ME THAT CIGARETTE 🔥🔥🔥

#binary star hero #bsh double vision #bsh haley #bsh ray #binary star #my goofy ahh writing #actually i feel like this post doesn't deserve this tag but rather #overnalyzing writing

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eliyips · 7 months

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HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!

But also genuinely curious about the design translation from the actual skins to your interpretations due to the small but mighty details added in

Infodump as hard as you want!

If i ever pass up an opportunity to talk about my X design, it will be because I am either dead, or dying!!! neither are true at time of posting, so here you go! I will be going over my ENTIRE design process for Xisuma, starting with my initial design:

My initial design for Xisuma wasn't anything special, in my opinion. Most of what I included was directly ripped from the classic Doomslayer. Though, the face scars were inherited from fanon, of course. :) The changes that I did make were in service of having things make more sense for Xisuma. Namely, the belt buckle, and the fabric covering the arms...

The belt buckle is simple - bullets didn't really make sense as a design motif, all considered - but the fabric is more complicated. I have a couple different ideas about why Xisuma wears the suit, but I haven't settled one way or the other on some of the specifics, so forgive me if I'm a bit vague. Ultimately, It is just my impression that X is not comfortable having his body visible more than it needs to be, whether that be for health-related reasons or for personal/emotional reasons. I don't intend to ever draw Xisuma with his helmet off, because of that. To me, it feels like a violation of boundaries. To be perfectly clear though, that's just for me - more power to other artists who draw him without the helmet/armor! :)

By the time I was full-on fixated on Xisuma, I realized I was unsatisfied with this first pass at his design. Mainly, in regards to the helmet. So I did more work on it!

I feel like my re-design process for the helmet is a good example of the importance of using reference. :) I did a lot of unsatisfactory sketches before pulling up pictures of real helmets, at which point I feel like I settled on something I was happy with very quickly.

Specifically, I referenced motocross helmets! My choice of reference was mostly driven by my passing interest in sports equipment design, though motocross helmets are similarly bulky and have the same distinct mouthpiece as X's helmet, so I think it was a good choice. I also feel like the pixels at the top of Xisuma's skin can be pretty easily read as the brim of a helmet, so it works out!

Other than the motocross helmet influence, I also made the choice to add tubing to the sides and back of the helmet. This rolls with my headcanons about the purpose of the helmet, connecting to air tanks on his back! I also think it helps to distinguish him from the doomslayer, in addition to the new helmet shape.

The only other changes I made were to the helmet's palette, added a few additional grey tones for contrast, and the positioning of his scars. I decided I wanted them to be a little off-center, leaning towards his left eye. I'm pretty inconsistent with how I draw the scars though, lol, so it changed again by the next time I drew him.

At this point my design is mostly settled for him, and I don't expect it to change very significantly any time soon. I don't have much else to say about it, but I listed the other iterative changes I made to the design above! I figure I will continue making small tweaks to his design every time I draw him :)

That said... I have yet to answer your initial question! So I will answer it now:

"HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!"

My answer is that it's (almost) all in the eyes!!! I have already talked pretty extensively about Xisuma's eyes. So I won't dwell for too long! In short, human facial recognition is very closely tied to the eyes. The ability to see the eyes of a character clearly affords you a lot of flexibility when it comes to making a design seem approachable, or "friend-shaped." I painted over a screenshot of doomguy to illustrate my point!

My drawings tend towards being a little cutesy, of course, so that helps :) but you can see that the bright, saturated color, big distinct eyes, and less harsh expression all contribute to making him seem like he is less of a threat, despite this literally just being the doomslayer.

Another thing that helps is, again, related to the style I draw in. My art is very "clean" looking, not gritty. I use a lot of soft shape language and don't texture things too heavily. With Xisuma specifically, I also make no effort to make him seem intimidating. I use very neutral angles when drawing him, I don't frame him in a way that makes him seem intimidating or imposing, I don't pose him too confidently or angrily. Because he's not that kind of guy! Though it would be an interesting challenge to try and make him look as intimidating as possible :) I certainly think he could be quite scary, if he wanted to be. Just a matter of what I'm trying to convey.

... I think that's all I have to say for now! Once again, blown away by all the nice things people have to say about my Xisuma design and my art. Everyone here has been so kind and encouraging, and I really appreciate that. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to yell about Xisuma! If you have follow up questions, by all means, I am ready to answer :)

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #xisumavoid #xisuma #character design #askeliyips #if you also can see the helmet brim on xisuma's skin please let me know #could be a mirage #mcyt

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Just Trying to Save You

Yandere Male Alpha Ferret Hybrid x Gender Neutral Omega Human Reader (CW: Kidnapping, dubious content, A/B/O dynamics, smut, musk/sniffing kink, ferret monster man, general yandere behavior, biting, claiming/marking, dacryphilia, breeding, heat cycles, implied impregnation) Word Count: 1.7k (I am still working on the much longer and complicated yandere wolf pack fic, but since it will be a longer project I like to take a break to do other things too. I was chatting about ferrets with one of my beta readers and got the idea for a ferret man. Shout out to @lilliumumi for beta reading, making suggestions, and helping me develop the idea. A quick fact about ferrets to put the whole fic into context: female ferrets die if their heat is not taken care of.) You were an omega, alphas and omegas were especially rare in humans. Many of your fellow villagers looked down on you, but what choice did you have but to stay for your own safety? Monsters and stronger races could easily be attracted inadvertently by your scent. You were a bit miserable, you could feel your heat approaching. It was once a month and always lasted about 4 days. 4 days of being bed ridden and horny with no release. 4 days of feeling too hot for your own skin. You were all by yourself on the outskirts of your village, just outside the fence that helped prevent wolves from getting the chickens and deer or rabbits from getting the vegetables. You liked to walk around the village to be alone with your thoughts. At least you had thought you were alone, out of the woods walked a thin man with a long, brown, slender, furred tail, fur up to his thighs, and soft looking ferret ears on top of his ears. His skin was white which contrasted well with his dark brown fur, His yellow eyes locked with your own and he came towards you, his long brown hair swaying gently in the breeze. “Excuse me sweetie, what’s your name? I am Remy and I do believe you are the source of the most tantalizing scent I have ever smelled.” He, obviously having no sense of personal space or boundaries, nuzzled his nose into your neck and underarms, making you blush deeply. “You smell like you are unmated and are about to go into heat. Do you have a mate?” “Uh I am (Y/N), and uh, n-no I am not mated, but that’s okay! I-I don’t need one.” Your mind was a bit fuzzy from the strong musk emanating from the ferret man. He was clearly an alpha of his species. You backed away but he grabbed your wrist suddenly and pulled you closer. “WHAT!? You don’t have a mate?? But you’ll die if you’re not knotted and bred, oh you poor thing, you’re lucky I happened by! Don’t worry, I’ll take you and keep you safe and breed you as much as you need.” And with that Remy pulled you into the forest, your mumbled protests and cries for help ignored or unnoticed. “I’m not a ferret! I won’t die if I don’t get b-bred!” You twisted and turned in his grasp, but he did not let go and just continued dragging you. “Ah, you don’t have to worry about it being a burden, it is no imposition, I promise! I was looking for a mate anyway! You smell so nice~ And I just know that you’ll love my nest, and I have so very many trinkets and treasures in my hoard, but you will be the crown jewel of my collection.” He was so engrossed in his excitement that he barely even took notice of your struggles until you tripped him and made a run for it. You bolted off in the direction of your village, weaving around trees and through bushes. He wasn’t far behind though. “(Y/N)! I am just trying to help you and keep you safe!! Please come back!” His voice wasn’t that far behind you and could tell there was genuine panic in his words, but you did not know him and were scared of what he would do to you. If anything his pleas only motivated your legs to go faster. Suddenly you were practically tackled from the side and knocked down. Remy had managed to catch up and flank you. He was smiling down at you as he jumped and hopped erratically in in all directions. “Haha! Yes, I got you!” The triumphant ferret continued his odd dancing, but you just stared at him with fear. “Oh.. uh.. sorry, sometimes my people dance when we successfully catch something. Anyway…” Remy pulled you up to your feet and began dragging you off again in the direction of his home, his scent was stronger after the chase, it kinda made you want to submit to him, but you had to stay focused. You resumed your struggles in his grasp. “I know you’re scared, but you gotta calm down. You can’t just leave me and run off on your own, what if you got away from me and your heat hit? You could die! I am trying to save you!! So just relax. I won’t let your heats hurt you. Here maybe this will help.” He stopped dragging you and instead pulled you close with one of his hands pushing your head into his hairy sweaty underarm. You tried to hold your breath and turn your head away but you could only delay the inevitable and eventually you had to inhale. His pheromones were powerful, so manly and dominant. You nuzzled your nose into him to get more of the scent, you could not help it, it just made you feel so calm and safe. He chuckled at your sudden change of heart and kissed your forehead gently, “Come on sweetie, we got to get home.” You were much more compliant. You couldn’t help it. You felt a flutter in your stomach and your instincts and timid personality told you to just submit to the nice smelling alpha. They told you that Remy would take care of you. And that would probably be a good thing, since his smell accelerated your looming heat cycle and you could feel slick start to run down your thighs. You shyly clung to his arm and let him guide you to your new home, you stared at him the entire way, had he always been so handsome? He was all smiles. Remy knew a powerful dose of his scent was just what you had needed to know that he was a strong, safe, and compatible alpha to be with. He led you into his den at the base of a great tree and took you into his room. It was a surprisingly large space with a big bed. The ferret man stared down at you as sat you on the bed. “You’re so precious (Y/N), you’re lucky you found me, it smells like you’ll going into heat much sooner than I thought!” Remy sniffed all over you, nuzzling his nose between your thighs as his cock got hard. He pulled off your shirt and started licking at the sensitive scent gland on your neck. You blushed at the new scent of his arousal and submissively leaned your head to one side to give him better access. He sucked gently at your neck before starting to remove your remaining clothing. “You’re such a good little mate for me. So obedient~” The alpha scooted you to the edge of the bed and got on his knees, positioning himself between your thighs with your legs over his shoulders. You gasped as he started licking around your slick-lubed hole. The strong muscle grazing over your entrance teasingly. Remy, unable to hold back any longer now that he was losing himself in your scent and juices, plunged his long tongue into you hungrily. His tongue explored every inch, groove, and contour of your insides, eagerly lapping up your slick, savoring the flavor. It was, by far, the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He started stroking his cock as he continued tasting you, your little gasps and whimpers of pleasure spurring him on. You spread your legs wider for him, desperate for more, your mind too sex-addled and clouded by the powerful scent of aroused alpha surrounding you, far stronger than any human alpha. You started sobbing, his tongue no longer enough to satisfy the heat inside you. You felt so hot, you were starting to become drenched in sweat, his scent and attention finally sending you into a full blown heat. “R-remy I n-n-need more”, you managed to choke out between sobs. “More what babe?” He looked up at your face, red from your heat and tears streaming down your cheeks. “Remy pl-pleeeeease!” You could not even form the words to ask for what you needed, you were sobbing so hard now, so desperate to be knotted and for your heat to calm down. Your whole body was shuddering with the force of your crying. As beautiful as he thought you were all wrecked and sobbing for him he wouldn’t tease you any longer. He’d give you what you needed. “Okay, okay, don’t worry (Y/N). I got you.” Remy pushed you back on to his bed and put you in a mating press, kissing your lips sloppily as he plunged his entire cock into you all at once. Your wet hole accommodated the large man eagerly and with no pain. Your sobs started to fade and you relaxed slightly as you finally had a nice dick in you. Remy started by fucking you slowly and deeply. He caressed your side with his soft tail as his lips dominated yours and his tongue explored your mouth. He removed his lips from yours and started biting somewhat hard in various places, your wrists, your arms, the area around the scent glands in each side of your neck, your chest. It hurt but it mixed beautifully with the pleasure of him breeding you faster, diving his cock in and out of your needy little hole. “So good, such a good mate, perfect omega~ Gonna knot ya, gonna fill you with cum (Y/N), gonna fill you with my kits!” His knot inflated inside of you and locked him into you as he came deeply. Remy did not stop yet though, he kept rocking his cock inside of you, his knot rubbing so wonderfully against your walls, until he came again. When he did he bit the scent gland in your neck hard, causing your whole body to shake as you came. Your tummy was bulging with his seed, you would almost certainly be knocked up. You clung to him tightly as he was still tied to you and he licked all the bites he left on you clean, with much emphasis on the beautiful claim mark he left on your neck. Your heat had calmed down a lot, though you would probably still need a lot of breeding for the next few days, it probably was not done flaring up. Maybe life with Remy wouldn’t be so bad, you couldn’t convince him you would not die like a ferret if your heat was ignored, but at least you had a nice alpha to take care of you and a knot to fuck away the worst symptoms of your heats.

#yandere teratophilia #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere alpha x omega reader #alpha x omega reader #my oc #my oc remy #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

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lakia-chan · 9 months

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Science & Faith

A parallel case study of how Alhaitham is like in love.

pairing: alhaitham x gn!reader

contains: fluff, stream of consciousness

word count: 722 words

a/n: i feel that most people either write alhaitham as loving rationally or irrationally and stick with it. but i love exploring both sides depending on my mood lol. (also yes the title is a rip off of The Script) ANYWAYS!! my very first fic!! i haven't properly written since i was like 12 so here's my debut i guess lol. i wanna take requests but felt that i needed to write something first y'know? my blog is kinda empty right now so just ignore and feel free to send in anything or interact!!

Your existence is a phenomenon.

Scientifically, you check all the boxes. Your unparalleled beauty that would make the divine envious, your pleasant demeanor that makes the coldest hearts thaw, and your soft gaze that engulfs your target.

Despite all his flaws and yours not, you've decided to grace him with your affections and time. The one in a million idyllic scenario that he concluded was only theoretically possible.

He's knowingly a rude, uncaring hermit that grimaces at the grievances and noise of the people that surround him. Yet, you have never once been the subject of his ire. Somehow, you're never too loud, never too proud and always so understanding of his disposition. It's as if you’ve cracked the code that is him, a skillful balancing act of not too much and not too little. Everything there is that makes up you compliments him, from the melodious inflections of your voice, your easy gait and the click of your heels, to the things that pique your interest that you speak so passionately about. You neither annoy nor bore him, something he’s unused to.

You're the missing piece in the complicated puzzle of his life, something he didn't even know he yearned for until your arrival. You fall into place easily, with all his awkward corners and sharp protrusions.

It just feels so right. You just feel so right.

You've jump started his heart into life, something he didn't think would happen in this lifetime, and it truly feels as if he was created solely to meet and love you.

The people of Sumeru City mourn the fact that you've decided on him out of all your potential suitors. And his own personal friends wonder about the intricacies of the seemingly odd pairing.

He feels quite the opposite. You decode all the errors of his mind, turn the negatives into positives. It's as if you're the missing variable in the formula, and the perfect solution you and him. To him, it is inconceivable that he could be with anyone other than you.

He will continue to love you so, because rationally, you just make sense.

Your existence is an anomaly.

Despite all the empirical evidence that you're just so wholly different from him and that he should find no reason to, he loves you.

Your charming image, the twinkle in your eyes, and the teasing lilt in your sinful cadence mess up the neat lines in his head, break the code in the already failing system that is his heart before you. Until the only thing that makes sense is you, loving you.

There's nothing to decode, to analyse, when it just feels so right in the depths of his chest to be with you. It's unfathomable that something that feels this right could be wrong.

Unknowingly, he has accepted you and your anomalies into the ecosystem of his mind. Thoughts of you become entangled in the web of information and pure logic he operates on. You become part of the algorithm. You're a part of him, mind, body and soul.

Now, your smile that sends his heartbeat into overdrive is part of the procedure, the tips of his reddening ears an expected outcome when conversing with you.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

It's decidedly bad for him, with the way he humiliates himself in your presence and throws caution to the wind when you're concerned. Terrible for his reputation too, might he add, with how he indulges in nonsensical mannerisms to please your whims and ignoring his ethos of order and rationality.

The people of Sumeru City constantly speculate how a mismatched pair came to be, scrutinising his actions and concocting wild assumptions. Even his own personal friends are in doubt, how far does the cliché of opposites attract truly go?

Truthfully, he feels the same. You've made the man who functioned on logic and numericals crumble at your feet, ensnaring him in the trap that is you. He's a man gone insane, having consumed the forbidden knowledge of loving you.

You're a curiosity to him, the way you've made him experience and embrace the irrationality of human nature. Under your guidance, he now believes in something as superficial as fate and coincidence, rather than calculated chances and statistics.

He will continue to love you so, because irrationally, you just make sense.

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #alhaitham x reader #lakia.writing #hsr.writing

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alexanderlightweight · 8 months

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Congrats on the move being over!! I just did that in the fall and it is so miserable. Hopefully y'all are safe and sound and can get to the fun stuff like decorating. For prompts, what about Magnus noticing that Alec clearly has a competence kink and is always trying to jump him after he does anything that Alec deems impressive, a lot of which are things Magnus rarely gets complimented for. Everything from little things like making some basic (for Magnus) potions, or pulling off a complicated ritual, or putting someone in their place.

Thank you!! ooof yeah it really is. it's been a bit f a mess too cause i'm unpacking for multiple people (they physically cant) and so it's slow going lol and my focus is just being done tbh. but we are all safe and honestly it was good timing with how bad the heat got around here. we wuld have been really screwed at the last place.

i hope you enjoy this!

<3 lumine

It’s impossible for Magnus not to notice Alexander interest. He gives himself away so easily, never truly trying to hide his curiosity or the delight that watching Magnus inspires in him.

Alexander acts as if even the simplest of tasks are impressive.

He’s full of delighted pleasure when Magnus explains making his own shampoo and the next morning when they slip into bed, he murmurs his awe against Magnus’ jaw. Such a simple thing, and yet it impresses Magnus’ darling so very much.

Alexander’s pleasure sends thrills down Magnus’ spine and it coils in his gut and his magic.

Sometimes when Magnus is studying and dissecting a ritual — cannibalizing it for ease of use or just because he can — Alexander will press fervent kisses to his jaw when checking in on him. They are never distracting, but they do linger with heat and Alexander always murmurs such delightful things before he leaves Magnus to his work. It’s enough that Magnus is nearly always tempted to follow — and sometimes through no fault of his own, Alexander sways him — before he gets a hold of himself.

Alexander will watch Magnus create a star and then kiss the dust and ash of it off of Magnus’ fingers with eyes more luminous than an aurora. He never seems to grow bored of Magnus’ more flippant experiments, instead equally curious no matter if it gets set aside or not.

The first few times Alexander happily accompanied him to Pandemonium, Magnus hadn’t understand what his boy got out of it.

Beyond the pleasure of Magnus’ company of course, which Magnus knew was the main draw.

However, while he didn’t hate it, Alexander wasn’t known for his love of Pandemonium of any of the other clubs he sometimes joined Magnus at.

It typically depended on how his night had gone and if he — if he worked — had the energy or even left the Institute early enough to join Magnus. Or if he didn’t work, if he’d gotten enough rest where going out and dealing with Pandemonium wouldn’t defeat the point of taking a night off.

Sometimes however, Alexander will manage to stop by for no reason at all.

He’ll cut himself a few hours of time in patrols where instead of returning to the Institute he instead meets Magnus at Pandemonium. He stays for a bit and then meets the next patrol he is due to lead or train.

It had never quite made sense to Magnus, until he realized how often Alexander came while Magnus held court.

Too often holding an open court will turn to complaints or even fights. While Magnus is hardly ever directly involved, he typically does shut down and end the conflicts before they can get out of hand. It took a few weeks — where Magnus was admittedly busy with other things — before he realized that Alexander liked seeing Magnus put others in there place.

It lit something in Magnus’ boy, a spark that would turn into an ember that Alexander carefully hoards until they can meet again. It explains the passion that Alexander so often meets Magnus with the mornings when they reunite after such evenings.

It's been a very long time since Magnus has been so wholly appreciated.

Such simple things and yet by Alexander’s delight and awe alone, it brings them both pleasure.

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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Such unsmiling people

The comment that moved me the most after posting that August 10 diatribe came from a very special blogger, @myrthil23. I promised her a longer, thoughtful answer, so here it is.

I share with her way more than meets the eye and with a bit of deductive skills, you could easily place us very specifically on an European map. To be honest, I was surprised (and then absolutely thrilled, of course) to find someone like her hanging on in here. But this is not the only reason prompting a response - her comment made me think a lot about a couple of relevant things.

For those who loathe foraging for reblogs, here goes:

In the colorful Shipper family, the Eastern Europeans are (supposedly) the unsmiling ones. This is one of the stubborn clichés that informed the Western gaze, especially in Communist times. Unsmiling, foreboding and unfathomable people: I am not smiling, I am laughing while writing it, because if anything, Myrthil, @zeya-zg, a couple of others and I do share a superb ability to use bullshit-o-meters, an unsinkable sense of humor and a hefty dose of sarcasm. All of these are basic, compulsory street smarts if you want to survive, God knows how, a nuclear winter of sorts.

Imagine you grow up in a world with empty supermarket shelves but permanently sold-out concert halls, where trivial details such as cotton swabs, potato chips (crisps, heh), political parties or The Last Tango in Paris are virtually unknown. Imagine your family is either cautiously aligned to some public idiocy they loathe everyday at home, teaching you at the same time to never talk to strangers. Or even worse, a political pariah, for reasons that have everything to do with the way you sip your tea, as Ella Fitzgerald would say. The latter situation (mine) was something very much akin to a civil death. And you just knew you could never be, for imbecile but firm reasons, an architect, a lawyer or even an epidemiologist: jobs way too sensitive to entrust the enemies of the people (and their spawn) with.

What is left for you, then, when the view from your window, in 1982, is something not very different from this photograph:

(side note: these people are staying in line to buy 1 kilogram of sugar for each person, which was the monthly allowance fixed by law in my country, from 1980 to 1989; you could only buy those with Government-issued tickets, not unlike what happened in the UK during WWII or what you can see in series like The Handmaid's Tale)

When all is seemingly lost, you will still have, in no particular order: books. Music (including piano lessons). Sports. Each other (although that was overall more complicated than it seemed). Going to the opera and never taking off your winter coat inside, but enjoying every second of it. Impromptu dinners by candlelight during power outages ("wir machen ein bisschen Stimmung"/let's make a bit of atmosphere, grinned my aunt). Foreign languages (a must). Fits and giggles and jokes galore. And the ability to adapt to just about anything, anywhere.

When change finally reached us, many had the almost surreal opportunity to go West. Some came back, others didn't, simply because they chose to continue elsewhere their pursuit of happiness. And yes, Myrthil is right, that fabled West was always something to behold and measure up to. In my case, it was almost too easy, but then I consider myself really lucky: going to live in Paris, at 18, felt both as homecoming and being left alone (and with unlimited credit) in a candy store.

So, here we are. We may have discovered Sylvia Plath a bit late, but I think we are decently knowledgeable about Chaucer. We sometimes may sound Edwardian and if we do, you should probably blame C.E. Eckersley's Essential English (this is how that life-long affair started, for me). And if anything, we bring another, perhaps even more inquisitive, angle to these strange things we are dealing with daily, in here.

But for the love of Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, don't you ever dare tell us what to think and with whom to talk. Don't call us stupid. Don't call us liars. Historical reasons prompted a durable allergy to sanctimonious speech and yes (I can only speak for myself) I will always, always react. Because we do not deserve the arrogance of people who have no idea of how it really was to grow up somewhere in Eastern Europe during the Eighties. Oh, and something else, lest I forget: being pariahs never bothered us - we can cope.

Other than that, we should go along just fine. :)

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PS: @claraisabelcampohermoso, you probably don't know how your gif made me smile. Nadia will always be Nadia: a humble, warm person with a terribly heartbreaking story.

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bleeding-hart · 9 days

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visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

#marauders era #marauders #hp marauders #jegulus #marauders hc #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #sunseeker #starchaser #queer marauders

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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taejoon + comfort, fluff, ddlg + "your hugs are so nice...", please!! <3

daydreams:

pairing: namjoon x taehyung x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || ddlg || established relationship || friends to potential lovers (?)

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

word count: a little less than 1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, complicated feelings (mild angst? but not really), dd/lg themes (she’s of age since people wanna comment on it), boyfriends taejoon, light manhandling, no explicit smut but, dom! joon, switch! tae, softy sub! reader— all will make sense if you read <3

notes: drabble requests closed <3

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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“Oh? What’s this?” Taehyung kick off his shoes, jacket slung over the back of the chair, sure to be picked up by Namjoon later.

Taehyung was curious–if anything, of you straddling his boyfriend’s lap. Teetering on the brink of sleep, body lax, lips pouty and eyes closed.

“Someone’s feeling a little soft around the edges today” Namjoon hums, hand running over the expanse of your back; never venturing under your sweater.

Taehyung falls onto the couch beside his boyfriend, ever so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair, wary as to not startle you. The arm around Namjoon’s neck tensing, only for a moment before you shiver, muscles melting, sinking further into Namjoon’s gentle embrace.

“Is that right?” Taehyung whispers.

You dare open your eyes, fingers unsticking themselves from Namjoon’s bicep to take ahold of Taehyung’s hand; fingers interlaced. And he wonders if you realise he’s there, mind entirely too soft– weightless like clouds or cotton candy, sweet and malleable. Coddled by your own gentle dreams, far away in a world entirely your own. Perhaps pink like the blush you like to wear, where Namjoon and Taehyung were princes and you their princess, dressed in satins and velvet.

Neither you nor Namjoon know when their apartment had become an escape for you. Your own little den, even before Taehyung had started dating Namjoon. It was easier to relieve the built up stress of the week this way, easier to just let go in the company of Namjoon because as much as you loved your roommate, this was a side of you, you never wanted her to see.

You’d stopped coming over as often once Taehyung and Namjoon had made it official, even less when they’d moved in together. The little crush you had on Namjoon leaking into a little crush on Taehyung too. Your heart too full of love and no one to give it to that you’d gotten scared.

Namjoon had worried, of course he did. He knew how overwhelming the world was, how sometimes you just needed that few hours, an evening, really anything to just forget about it, even if momentarily. Something Taehyung had reassured you he hadn’t found weird, endearing if anything that Namjoon had become such a safe-space for you.

And utterly adorable how shy you’d get, rocking on your heels as you’d ask if he wanted to colour with you, or look for pretty flowers in the park that could be pressed between book pages until dry so you could frame them for Namjoon’s office.

It felt selfish indulging yourself in a fantasy that will never come true. Living amongst daydreams, pretending that in these few moments Taehyung and Namjoon were really yours.

Maybe jealousy would have felt better than this. Better than whispered reminders that what Namjoon and Taehyung have will never be something you'll experience.

Maybe one day you will fall in love, settle for less when those two who would have given you more.

It had been easy for Taehyung to naturally follow Namjoon’s lead when you’d slip. With no chance to take control in the bedroom, Taehyung revelled in the casual dominance he had over you. Falling into the role ever so easily, that you found yourself plummeting each time they’d invite you over.

Small things like cutting up your food, to cutting up fruit as snacks or napping together on the couch. Cartoons instead of movies as Taehyung let you use his paints, the longer they let you stick around, the further away you walked from salvation.

“Hey sweetness” Namjoon croons, “I need to cook dinner for us, I’m sure Taetae would love a hug though”

You hum, entirely too comfortable to even think about moving on your own.

You feel the rumble of Namjoon’s laugh throughout your chest, Taehyung a little unsure as his hands hook underneath your arms, dragging you over his lap.

It doesn’t take you long to settle, fingers tangling in the back of Taehyung’s hair, rhythmically tugging.

“Your hugs are so nice, baby” Tae praises, tucking your face a little further into his neck when you fuss over the noise Namjoon was making in the kitchen.

“Feels nice” you whisper, lips barely pressing a kiss to his collarbone, eyelashes tickling bare skin.

Because truly it felt nice floating in daydreams, pretending that this was real.

And it could be. You may have been friends with Namjoon first, and Taehyung may have fallen for his boyfriend before you, but Taehyung’s heart may just be as full of love as yours is. Namjoon equally as bursting with something a little less platonic than you like to tell yourself.

Though for now, Taehyung will revel in the weight of you in his lap, floating in his own daydreams of what life would be like if one day you were to be theirs.

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung #namjoon imagine #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #namjoon #bts imagines #bts non idol au

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rshmra · 11 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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written: 1.1k words

chapter five: potassium yttrium sulfur

it's around eleven in the morning, but yn and the rest of his group are practically drenched in sweat after an intense dance practice.

they don't typically have a set schedule for each day, but the choreography for their latest single is extremely complicated and they're determined to get it down point.

ivory drags a hand down his face, collapsed in a heap against the wall. "let's take a break." kuli plops down next to him as the other two breathe collective sighs of relief.

yn wipes the sweat from his brow, grasping for his water only to realize it isn't even there. chaeri takes notice of this, and laughs directly in his best friend's face once he defeatedly turns back around. "holy shit, you're stupid."

"why, you crusty-haired ass-"

"hey, i was GOING to offer you some of mine but never mind."

"i don't want your pisswarm water?!"

"if the either of you can go a single minute without cussing or fighting, i'll buy you both a days' worth of meals." it's a funny sight to see their usually stoic, unflappable rapper with a face flushed so red, glasses ridiculously askew and hair a mess on the floor. chae opens his mouth, likely to make a smartass comment, but kuli holds up his hand before he manages to speak. "say anything even remotely mom-related and you're being thrown out the window."

chae shuts his mouth.

yn exhales a breath of laughter before getting hit by another wave of lightheadedness. "jesus- unless someone has water cold enough to reboot my system, im gonna go buy some." he looks to ivory for approval, but the leader is way too out of it to respond. however, chae perks up at this, rushing to the main vocalist's side with a renewed sense of energy.

"great 'cause i'm so hungry so let's go to the café sounds good ok bye!" he bolts for the exit in a hurry but is inevitably delayed by his skeptical seniors.

"practice isn't done, we're only taking a break. you're gonna throw up." kuli scolds him with a frown.

ivory just grins tauntingly. "what happened to being broke?"

"i borrowed your money." ivory's amusement is immediately replaced by shock, then fury. "it's for a good cause!" chaeri takes it as his cue to run when the white-haired boy scrambles to his feet. a high-pitched scream tears through the air, and he grabs yn by the wrist, flings the door open and sprints down the hall, dragging his bewildered friend with him.

"dumbass, you're so dead!" yn cackles once they slow down, still dizzy from the chase but highly entertained. the two enter the cafeteria while trading meaningless banter back and forth. the older starts to rummage through his pockets as they approach the cashier, fishing for money until his eye catches on a familiar face.

"oh, it's sunoo!" he would have said hello, but then his gaze ends up subconsciously drifting over to the significantly taller male sunoo was conversing with and the words die in his throat. apparently he's pulled an interesting expression, because chaeri easily follows his line of sight, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"what are you..." it takes him a moment, but the kid's not that dumb that he can't piece the situation together with the hints he already has. the description of grocery boy's appearance, sunoo's group mate, it all fits. yn doesn't even get a chance to explain before chae's shoving him in riki's direction, racing to order food. "i'll buy you a water."

"dammit chae wait up-"

"yn!"

ah shit.

sunoo waves him over cheerfully, and he reluctantly obliges. not that he isn't happy to see his friend again; of course he is, but he senses a scheme being plotted by said friend.

riki isn't wearing a mask this time, which makes it a lot easier for yn to fully observe- and honestly, cute's a major understatement.

this boy is fine as hell.

nevertheless, our lovely protagonist can, fortunately, maintain a fantastic deadpan. "hi sunoo, hey riki."

"oh? i wasn't aware you two knew each other."

that's the sunoo i know, goddammit.

it's no wonder the fox is his representative animal, really. yn has to stifle a laugh when riki starts glaring holes into the side of sunoo's head, and the latter just beams as if he has no idea what's going on. "that was chaeri back there, wasn't it? i'll be just a second, i haven't seen him in a while."

sly fuck.

with that, he excuses himself and practically sprints away to find chae (who has oh so conveniently vanished into thin air). poor riki seems like he's ready to pass away from humiliation, ears burning redder by the second, and this time yn can't hold back his laughter.

in reality, riki was torn between strangling sunoo or simply bursting into tears on the spot, though he refrains from acting upon either and chooses to focus on what's- or, who's- in front of him.

he's just as mesmerizing as the first time he saw him, by the way, and his name is yn.

quick quick, say something!

"...hi...i'm, uh, riki."

he already knows that, dammit!

for the sake of his own dignity, yn humors him (and riki is eternally grateful for that). "hi, riki. i'm yn, but i'm sure sunoo told you that by now?" he smiles teasingly, and riki's heart leaps into his throat. however, he can't help but notice how scratchy the singer's voice is, at least compared to their last run-in.

"are you feeling okay?" he frowns, concern seaping into his tone, and yn's in disbelief at the way the boy is so ridiculously endearing. "you sound kind of sick. not that you sound bad. but y'know, your, uh, you...do you get what i'm saying?"

"i understand, riki," yn laughs, and nishimura has to remind himself to breathe. you know, like a normal person. "i don't bite! you don't have to be so nervous. and yeah, i was trying to buy a water, but then chae started being weird and all, so..." riki doesn't even think twice to offer his water.

"you can have some of mine if you want." he gets whiplash from how fast he regrets the decision- is that too forward? but it pays off in the end, because in turn yn doesn't hesitate to accept gratefully. within only a few minutes, the teens already feel more at ease in the presence of one another. as he rehydrates, yn proceeds to launch into a conversation, and riki suddenly forgets to be intimidated by the pretty boy.

meanwhile, a certain pair of troublemakers fist-bump in the background, hidden by the all-too clichéd means of a trash can.

notes: COMPLETELY SKIPPED AN UPDATR DAY IM SOSOSOSO SORRY. havent been feeling too good as of lately but ill do my best to make it up to yall 😭 felt the need to incorporate some twt cus tbh i forgot abt it. i WONT speedrun the relationship btw... prepare for a shit ton of obliviousness 💯

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zaeliaeve · 1 year

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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 2

18+ only, MINORS DNI. NSFW WARNING!

Kylian Mbappé was becoming more complicated by the day.

First, he was hot, then cold, and back to hot again. Bianca's skull was practically ringing at the whiplash of his constantly changing emotions this week. Perhaps it was an internal battle he was having inside, the same one that kept Bianca up at night.

In the late hours underneath the moon in the comfort of her own home, it would be reminded to her that Kylian is someone's father. His daughter is an adorable bright-eyed little girl who Bianca had seen photos of everytime she stepped into his office, hung proudly next to his accomplishments. That poor girl didn't deserve to have her home taken away from her.

It was only in those times that Bianca felt utterly disgusted at herself. Times like when she was faced directly with a reminder that he had an entire seemingly happy life outside of those office walls, one that she could easily destroy.

But then, the sun would rise again and make it easier to push those guilty thoughts into the back of her mind far enough for her emotions to rise again. That strong presence and charisma were intoxicating enough to drown out any of her negative thoughts.

The Frenchman felt like a parasite that crawled into her brain, sucking up all of her common sense and previous strong morals. Bianca found herself only craving his attention more and more, although they hadn't done anything since the only time in his office. They hadn't even mentioned the incident to each other, but it definitely shifted their relationship dynamics.

"Mr. Mbappé, the lawyer from Chantilly has been calling here all afternoon for you and says you've been ignoring his phone calls. He doesn't sound too happy." Bianca tells her boss, phone pressed firmly to her ear as she looks at the long call list from the lawyer.

She hears Kylian sigh heavily and scratch what she presumes is his head. "Has he been leaving messages?" He asks, voice strained.

Bianca opens up the notebook on the desk and almost laughs to herself at the nearly full two pages of things the man asks her to relay to Kylian. "Yes. Many, many messages."

Something shifts in his tone, now low and gravely and teetering on the line of suggestive. "Do you want to come up and read them to me?" He swallows thickly.

She is no fool. If he truly cared about the lawyer, he would have had her read the messages right there, over the phone to not waste time. This was something more, and whatever it is she wanted it. Bianca's heart began racing so loudly she could feel it in her throat. "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Mbappé."

She almost hear the smile in his voice. "Wonderful. See you soon, then."

The line goes dead.

At lightning speed, the black notebook left the desk as she clutched it tightly in her hands and headed to the elevators. Bianca checked her hair and makeup in the reflection of the elevator, reapplying some lipgloss when the metal door slid open.

Bianca took her sweet time knocking on the office door in fear seeming desperate. The door ringer buzzed signaling it was now unlocked, and Bianca slowly opened the door with a small smile even though internally she was screaming. "Bon après-midi, Mr. Mbappé" The door shut firmly behind, now locked again.

Kylian's eyes are clouded with want as he pats his empty lap from behind his desk. "Come here Bianca"

The notebook is dropped messily somewhere on the floor when Bianca crawls onto the chair and into the warmth of his muscular legs. Kylian's lips instantly attach to her exposed neck, licking and sucking everywhere he could reach.

Bianca's heavy panting grows into small moans when he finds a sensitive place at her collarbone. Underneath was Kylian's clothed erection, she ground instinctively against it earning a cry from Kylian.

When it was evident that Kylian was enjoying himself she rocked a bit harder, smiling when he pushed at her sides for her to go faster. "Merde" he breathed into her chest as they found a rhythm.

He lifted his head up to meet her half-lidded gaze, nearly whining when he saw her biting her plush lips in a state of pleasure.

Within a split second, Kylian's toned arms lifted her onto the cold floor below him and onto her knees. Bianca wet the fabric of his pants as she mouthed his bulge, hoping to prove that she deserved to see it.

Kylian's lips upturned as his hands met her hair. "So pretty and needy, ma belle."

Both hands left her to unzip his pants and pull down enough for his hard dick to spring freely against his clothed stomach. Bianca drooled at the site, impressed by its wide girth and long length. "You've earned it, go ahead" Kylian smiled down at her.

Bianca didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around his throbbing length, widening her jaw to be able to adjust to its fullness. Kylian sharply inhaled, hips stuttering as he tried to control himself. She didn't tease him at all, only took him deeper and deeper, and pulled up a few times to cough for air.

Once she felt she got the hang of it, she pulled her head up and swirled her tongue at the slit of his tip. Kylian's hips rose sharply at the feeling but he didn't push further. She could tell Kylian was holding back, and that was not what she wanted at all. "Use me, Kylian."

That's all it took for him to grab onto her locks and grind his hips into her mouth, groaning openly as he shallowly thrusts. Bianca kept her tongue flat against the base as he got rougher with his pulls.

Kylian threw his head back with pleasure as his hips bucked up wildly, filling her sloppy mouth completely "Putain, it's like you were made to have your little throat fucked." Another harsh thrust, this time deeper.

His fingers tangled tighter within her hair, relinquishing in the loud squelching of his cock hitting the back of her throat continuously. Bianca scratched at his bare thighs, mascara-stained tears flowing down her cheeks as she hallowed them further to bring as much suction as possible.

One strong hand pulled her head up, sending her coughing and choking as air flowed back into her lungs. Kylian wrapped the other hand around himself to slap it against her soft tongue, smiling as he caught the pleased glint in her eyes. "You love this, don't you? You love being used like a cock hungry whore?"

Bianca eagerly nodded before moaning when he rubbed his whole length across her face, spreading her saliva and his shiny precum across her hot skin. Kylian let her catch her breath before shoving her head down into his lap again, only giving her a quick second to readjust to his large size.

Her thighs pressed together with need as Kylian groaned in pure ecstasy, murmuring incoherent curses when he felt himself get closer. He continued to thrust deeply into the wet heat until his thighs were shaking. "You want my cum, princess?" He managed to get out in between whines.

Loud muffled moans vibrated his dick, begging for her reward. He pulled his throbbing dick out fully, now stroking himself over her spit-soaked face. "Beg for it" his tone was low and scratchy with lust.

Bianca lost all shame as she blinked up at the strong figure above her, grasping onto his skin in an attempt to feel him again. "I need your cum down my throat, please Daddy. Please give it all to me" She cried out, too far gone to think about anything other than his release.

Kylian instantly shoved himself into her mouth until her nose met his stomach, moaning unabashedly as thick white ropes of his load spilled down her waiting throat. "Such a fucking good girl, ma chérie. So good for me" he praised as she continued to lap up his cum proudly.

His thick cock pulsated and jumped as he painted her mouth, eyebrows furrowed and head leaned against his chair while he whimpered. His orgasm was intense, toes curling and eyes watering as she finished draining his balls.

She stayed there until he started squirming from overstimulation, tapping at her head for her to get up. "Fuck I came so much" he sighed with relief, chest heaving.

The back of Bianca's wrist met her swollen lips to clean off some spit. "I loved it, Mr. Mbappé."

"Me too. Open up" Kylian instructed as he swiped his fingers across her face, scooping up his past precum.

She held her tongue out one last time as she cleaned off the sticky liquid from his hand. Kylian leaned down and peppered her forehead and cheeks with short kisses. "You're amazing. Thank you for everything, Bianca" he pressed one last long kiss on her temple.

Their eyes met again."Anytime, sir."

Bianca excused herself to go clean up in the bathrooms, beaming with joy to have at least gotten to please Kylian but still needing to finish the rest of her work. She gasped when she looked in the mirror and realized she looked completely and utterly fucked out, but she couldn't be happier about it.

That being said, she was back at her desk looking presentable again in under ten minutes.

Even in high moments, it's inevitable for it to become low again at some point.

The next couple of days were rough for Bianca. It was the one-year anniversary of her father's death. All she wanted to do was go home to be with her family but that wasn't really an option. Her time and money weren't endless enough for her to be able to fly all the way home, so she was stuck in her own sadness in Paris.

Coming to work was the last thing she wanted to do on the anniversary of her father's death but the light bill had to get paid somehow.

"Good morning, Mr. Mbappé. Would you like some coffee?" She asked, eyes brightening up at the sight of him in his blue suit.

Kylian kept looking down at his phone as he walked past her desk, he didn't say a word back to her. Bianca's smile dropped and she brushed it off as maybe he just didn't hear her.

It kept happening all day.

Every time they would cross paths he'd go the other way. It was almost as if she was a ghost. The lawyer from the day before kept calling and Bianca finally had enough of it. She called Kylian to let him know about the situation, but it had instantly gone to voicemail. Three whole times.

Is it even possible to block someone on a landline phone? Let alone your own secretary? Why today of all days?

While Bianca was organizing files she hadn't noticed someone walk up to the desk. "Hey Bianca, Where's your twin?" A feminine voice questioned teasingly.

Her head shot up to be met with the CEO's wife, Antonella. In most other circumstances it would probably be weird to be somewhat friends with the CEO's wife but it felt like she was different.

Antonella was always popping in to make sure everything away okay while her husband, Leo (as he preferred to be called) was away doing things for the company in other cities. Everybody loved Antonella. She was always sweet, chatty, and funny. Not to mention stunningly beautiful.

There aren't many girls at the firm so when there is one, she goes out of her way to be kind to them. Bianca and Antonella just got along well, so Bianca was always thrilled to see her. They would gossip about the guys freely every once in a while during lunch breaks. "My twin?" Bianca repeated back with confusion, knitting her eyebrows together.

Antonella flashed a wide smile at her. "You know, Kylian? Every time I come in here you two are finding some way to be around each other."

Bianca frowned slightly at the mention of his name, not wanting to be reminded of him at all right now. "I think he's busy. I haven't really talked to him much today."

That's an understatement.

The Argentine cocked an eyebrow. "Something must have happened."

"Nothing happened, he's just been in a weird mood lately" Bianca half lied before shutting the file cabinet shut.

There was no way she would say the full truth to anybody, not even her own family. Too much shame comes with it. It would make it all too real.

Antonella shrugged and leaned in closer so only Bianca could hear. "Between us hermana, I would be an asshole too if I had to deal with Camille all day."

That brought out genuine laughter from Bianca, who turned to face the smaller woman fully. "En serio, you didn't like her either?"

"Sí! I made Leo come out to dinner with Camille and Kylian when Kylian first started working here. She was so rude to the waiter that I was like never again. Poor Kylian I could tell he was so embarrassed. Had her whole tetas out in the middle of the restaurant too " Antonella explained, eyes scanning to make sure no one was around to hear them.

Bianca covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh too loudly. "Girl stop! I wish you could have seen the day she came in here a few months ago. She was calling me crazy ass names over a cold Subway sandwich! Was she nice to you though?"

Antonella moved back from the desk, still giggling "She doesn't have any other choice but to be nice to me, my husband's the boss."

They parted ways, still giggling to themselves quietly. That was the only brightening moment on this shitty day. Kylian had left a lot sooner than usual, probably to be with his girlfriend. As soon as her shift ended, she left so she could get home and cry in peace.

She wondered if Kylian had forgotten of all the times she'd confided in him about her dad's death, and all the times he had comforted her as they shared meals together, or maybe even worse. Maybe he just didn't care.

Tears flowed the whole journey home.

As Bianca pondered her thoughts with puffy red eyes and wet cheeks, she finally arrived at her doorstep.

A big bouquet of an assortment of flowers sat proudly against her door, completely covering her doormat. She figured it was from her mom or siblings but as she looked down she found a card hidden between a few flowers.

When Bianca opened the sealed card a blank check slipped out from between it.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Bianca. I'm sure your father would be so proud of how far you've come. Your strength is unrivaled, but even the strongest need rest. Go home for a few days on me.-K.M

Bianca almost dropped the card in shock.

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 <3333!!!! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!

#kylian mbappe #kylian smut #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe smut #football fanfiction

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I'm reading summaries and transcripts, and once in a while forcing myself to watch episodes of anything after season 3 of Smallville (solely so that I can rewrite them in a way that's much more coherent (and CLexy, but that goes w/o saying))... and my GOD, they are so dumb sometimes. Poor Michael. having to convincingly say shit like "your girlfriend was possessed by the ghost of a witch" with a straight face! (Side note what the actual fuck is the plot in this season? Season 4 is insane and I don't even want to talk about it.) Yes the show has always been a little goofy and has some storylines that are questionable... but they are really pushing it now.

Also one of the main strengths of the show is the chemistry between Michael and Tom, and yet they have full episodes where they don't even interact, and it's just like, *what* are you doing?! And then to top it off, each summary just gets more and more ridiculous and complicated as the seasons goes on, and I'm just like oh thank god I have simplified it in fanfiction! They are no damn witches (because let me not even get started on how witches are portrayed in most TV shows!), there are no spirits floating around trying to possess people (just because you have Kryptonite around does not mean you get to hand-wave literally anything at all. Why in the hell would a Kryptonite nodule or some dust cause ghosts to exist? It affects *living cells* with *radiation*. I don't even understand why they would make a decision like that. They really must have been desperate for stories already, and we're not even halfway through the show yet).

I'm not going to even get started on my main gripes with the show that have existed from the beginning, like turning Superman into a self-serving, abusive, selfish liar who lies, or the fact that their main "villain" was created out of victim-blaming and abuse and then everybody's just gleefully happy for Lex be treated like shit for no fucking reason whatsoever, while his Literally Evil father is turned into some kind of pseudo "good" guy. Cuz yeah, abusers should be redeemable. but their victims should end up alone and tortured and treated like shit by everybody around them. That totally makes sense. I won't get started, I really won't, because I will be here all day. Or the fact that nobody seems to have figured out that Clark is a meta at the very least, when he does all kinds of weird shit all the time. These people are smart. Chloe and Lex especially are not fucking stupid by any stretch. It just simply would not have taken them four or more years to realize that he could easily one of the mutants in town. Nobody would be shocked in the slightest; but they play it like they're just too stupid to figure it out, and it's terrible because Clark is the worst liar in the universe.

Also, somebody who's not yet Superman is not going to be fighting beings like Doomsday when they're still like 20. It's just not going to happen. I'm not even getting started on creepy stuff like how they're totally sexualizing someone who's playing a minor because she is their eye candy on the show. Lana and Kristin deserved better! The female lead who basically existed to further the two guys' storylines for like three seasons finally gets her own story... but it's about being possessed by an ancient witch or some shit? They are actually sexualizing her near death experience, like some kind of creepy PG snuff film (who actually made the decision of trying to make Lana being slowly suffocated a weird sexy vibe?! So fucking problematic I don't even know where to start). And then the male lead's other love interest is summarily killed by their cardboard cutout villain of the week with his lack of character development, simply so that she can't get in the way of Supes' future storyline, because she was literally created only to be a roadblock to his future goals, masquerading as something to keep him from actually being lonely to death. All she did wrong was to wish she could free of stigma about Mental Health... then shortly afterward, when she was essentially killed about it, he turns around and is fine again because he gets a football scholarship. What the fuck?! (Yes, I'm looking at you, Pariah).

I can't even with this show sometimes. I'm so glad I quit when I did. I tend to forget how insane and Incredibly questionable a lot of it is until I have to watch something of it in order to rewrite it. But I guess that's why there's fanfic in the first place!

#Smallville #clex #the assassination of Clark Kent #wtf

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sneaky link // kim sunwoo (tbz)

genre: smut

paring: fwb!sunwoo x fem!reader

warnings: sunwoo is a bit mean, fingering, getting caught, not proof read

a/n: why is sunwoo so hot, why does he fuck me up on a daily basis, why-

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it’s friday and you’re cuddled up on the couch with the rest of your friends, watching a movie. well, you weren’t sure how many were still awake except for you and sunwoo, who was right next to you. you yourself feel like you’re about to drift off to sleep until a sudden touch on your skin, shakes your whole body up.

“sunwoo,” his name leaves your mouth like a threat, “don’t be ridiculous,” you whisper and throw him a glare as soon as you feel a hand slide under the blanket and rest on your thigh. usually you would take it as a normal gesture between friends, since your friend group was pretty comfortable around each other, but this is sunwoo you were talking about. and your relationship was complicated. friends with benefits to be exact. hooking up whenever you want except never with other people in the room. so this was surely a new experience.

you look to your side but the man beside you is keeping his eyes locked on the tv screen, acting as if nothing’s really happening. meanwhile his hand slowly slides upwards, reaching the hem of your shorts and playing with the soft material.

your breath hitches in your throat as you glance around the remaining of your friends who just so happen to be already sound asleep, scattered around the room. it was the third movie and now it was coming to an end so it only made sense why everyone was tired already.

sunwoo shuffles in his spot until he’s close enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, “no one will notice,” he mutters right into your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine, “if you stay silent.” his hand continues moving upwards until it stops at the beginning of your shorts. you don’t say anything and it only gives a green light to sunwoo.

he swiftly slides his hand into your shorts and moves your panties to the side. a finger slowly grazes over your folds, “you’re so wet already, did you miss me that much?,” sunwoo lowly chuckles and you shake your head as a response, “oh baby don’t lie to me, we both know the correct answer.”

you focus your eyes on the tv, too reluctant to look at sunwoo in the eyes, scared of melting from his burning gaze.

“hm,” sunwoo pretends to think, “what should i do?,” he asks as his finger continues the antics of sliding up and down your folds, “should i focus on your clit? or do you want me to shove my fingers into you?”

the way his voice sounds so seductive and low as he whispers these dirty things while your friends sleep inches away from you, is messing with your head. it almost feels like you’re becoming high off his voice, your mind going blank by seconds.

“answer me baby otherwise i don’t know where to start,” he pouts but you know he’s lying. it was his way of humiliating you, pressuring you into telling him what you want, when he could so easily take control. you don’t answer him again, scared of your voice cracking and being too loud.

“then let me help you decide,” sunwoo mumbles, his fingers wasting no time and pressing down on the sensitive bud. he draws languid circles around your clit earning a few quiet whimpers out of you as a result. “you’re so useless when answering to my questions, do you know that?”

you nod your head.

sunwoo chuckles, “bad girl, only answering when you’re being degraded, wouldn’t have expected much from you anyways,” with that he presses harder, right on the sensitive bud, and you squirm away, “that’s a pity, i guess your pretty clit needs some time alone”

you almost squeal as sunwoo swiftly pushes in a finger into your pussy. you didn’t expect him to move on so fast. but then again, it’s sunwoo - being full of surprises was in his nature.

“now now, don’t make any noise y/n, you don’t want to wake up the others, do you?,”

shaking your head, you cover your mouth with the blanket and sink your teeth into the soft material. sunwoo snickers next to you as he watches what you do.

he pumps his finger in and out of your warm walls in a consistent speed before adding a second finger. you knit your eyebrows together as a quiet moan slips past your lips but gets buried into the blanket instead.

“focus on my fingers baby,” sunwoo mumbles as he notices your eyes still being wary around the people in front. the thought of being caught, both scares you and excites you but you still know that you definitely don’t want to be caught in a position like this. sunwoo, however, doesn’t care.

he doesn’t care and continues to show that by gradually moving his fingers faster and containing your attempts of closing your legs by moving the other hand to clasp at your thigh. “think you can handle ‘nother finger?,” he mumbles, already pointing the third at your entrance.

you look at him, the feeling of panic setting in your body, “they will definitely hear sunwoo-“ you protest, shaking your head in return.

sunwoo shrugs, “so? it will be all your fault, princess. take it and keep your mouth shut.” he orders, eyes burning holes into your face.

you brace yourself because you know you won’t be able to escape from him anymore. sunwoo continues to thrust in two fingers and soon sinks in the third.

you gasp, maybe too loudly for your own good. you can see chanhee stir in his spot, turning around to face both of you on the other couch. but his eyes are still closed and the only sound he lets out is a quiet snore. you breath out a sigh of relief but know you have to be more cautious.

sunwoo doesn’t let the speed of his fingers die down. he keeps pumping three fingers in and out and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying you won’t let out another loud moan. on the contrary, the only sound you can’t control is the squelching sounds coming from below.

“so god damn wet,” sunwoo chuckles right after as if reading your mind.

“sunwoo please..,” you whimper out, feeling desperate. you’re finally being able to feel that sweet sweet release coming up. without thinking, your own hips begin to push into sunwoo’s fingers.

it feels too good for your own sake and suddenly you forget the kind of situation you’re in.

that’s until chanhee suddenly gets up. you close your eyes again and sunwoo abruptly stops, his fingers still buried deep inside of you. you try to calm your breath and pretend to be asleep. but also annoyed your high was so rudely taken away from you.

“hmph, the movie already ended…,” chanhee says, his voice groggy from just waking up. you can hear him shuffling around, searching for something until the sound of the tv being turned off emits in the room.

he gets up from the couch and walks to somewhere. you can still feel him being in the room and you don’t let yourself to be find out. sunwoo, however, has other plans. he slowly brings up his thumb to rest on your clit and he begins moving his fingers again. this time adding pressure onto your clit.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you’re pretty sure it will draw blood by how hard you’re biting. you want to cuss sunwoo out but can’t, afraid it will only cause more attention.

chanhee walks around for a bit, probably collecting his belongings until you hear him walk out of the living room completely. the sounds of him walking up the stairs gradually fade out and you shoot your eyes open.

“are you fucking stu- GOD,” you don’t get to exclaim your annoyance towards the man because sunwoo is already back to immensely thrusting his fingers and the familiar feeling is gradually building up. suddenly you don’t care that there are still some people left in the room rather focusing all of yourself into the pleasure you keep getting.

“sunwoo please, please- mmh!,” along with that incoherent words fall from your mouth as you plead sunwoo to go faster. “s-so close-“

“cum for me baby,” sunwoo whispers and that’s all it takes for you to go over the edge. your mind goes blank and your legs shake as you come through and down your high.

your breathing is messy as you slowly open your eyes. sunwoo pulls out his fingers and you can feel yourself spasm due to the emptiness. sunwoo takes out his fingers completely and you can see your juices glistening down his hand from the small table lamp that is still weakly inducing some kind of light in the room.

you try to catch your breath and calm yourself down but it’s taking a toll on you. “good job baby,” sunwoo caresses your head with another hand, “you did so well~”

both of you gaze at each other and a weak smile appears on your lips. as you lean in to kiss him, a voice comes from the other side of the room.

“next time PLEASE go do that somewhere else,” hyunjae grumbles out and both of you jump. you quickly burry your head into sunwoo’s neck as blush creeps out on your face. you’re so embarrassed you can’t even look up.

oh for fuck’s sake.

#kim sunwoo smut #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo smut #the boyz smut #sunwoo smut

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