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laniidae-passerine · 4 months
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cannot decide if Nio or Throb is going to win. Nio feels like she can take anything and make it her own, fit it to her own specific brand, but that can come at the cost of actually fulfilling the brief, you know? Throb consistently provides something that may be less striking but it’s almost always perfect. You ask for Trash Can Kid, you get Trash Can Kid. You ask for Rockstar, you get Rockstar. You get Hotel Ghoul, you pretty much get Hotel Ghoul. I love them both for such different reasons but I just feel like Nio’s branding and insanely captivating looks might edge her over that winner’s line.
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zestyleaf · 8 months
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ALEX HIRSCH IN THE NEW BIGTOP BURGER?!?
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todayisafridaynight · 8 months
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tumblr stop trying to copy twitter and for the love of god please improve your tagging system i just want to find A Post using keywords i know should work
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steaksex · 3 months
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if/when i develop my slutty little guy youll be the first to know :3 free puppycunt for everyone! -🐾
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAHOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!! godspeed soldier!!! o7 and ty!!!!!!!!! heeheeeee YAHOOO
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grymmdark · 5 months
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im at a party at the cat shelter and someone asked if i was a parent of one of the kids here....
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mkstrigidae · 2 years
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Rich ppl are SO. BAD. AT. MET GALA THEMES.
#i'm so annoyed#met gala#look guys i know there's a shit ton of real news happening right now but this is what i have the energy to be spiteful about right now#so right now i'm going to be fucking annoyed that all these BORING supermodels and kardashians and weird influencers are just#blatantly ignoring the theme#look there were a few that nailed it#nichola coughlin#Lizzo#obviously#Billie Eilish#surprisingly#kid cudi#all these tasteless clueless fucking wealthy idiots could afford to do spectacular things with their outfits#but nope it's just the cardinal sin of GENERIC and PRETTY and UGH#don't even get me started on everyone who is wearing flapper shit#you are fifty years ahead of where you should be#also all of the kardashians should just be shunned#like you have the opportunity to attend the biggest night in fashion#and you don't even TRY?!?!#also kim ur literally 90 years ahead of where you should be and you look fucking boring#you don't have 0.01 percent of marilyn monroe's personality and uniqueness#like you just spent so much time making yourself into a copy of other generic boring shit#and now you're the one that people copy generic boring shit from#its the ciiiiircle of llife#also let's get anna wintour out please#she's a relic from a fashion world that shouldn't be allowed in polite company anymore#ugh#i'm SO ANNOYED#also if gigi hadid showed up to a gilded age themed party i was hosting wearing that monstrosity i would literally make her walk the plank#like the absolute balls it takes to get invited to something like this and just... ignore the theme.
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widevibratobitch · 1 year
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Thanks for your post explaining the situation surrounding Mariusz quitting his job! You write: "As someone who lives in Wrocław and is a student at its Music Academy I can only tell you - he was... not much liked, to put it lightly, by the Big People". By all means, he was a celebrated opera singer in Europe and the USA. What made them dislike him so much?
oh goodness gracious, i really cant say, why would you even ask me that! im the last person who'd engage in such shameless gossiping!
sike lol
i never heard anyone say he was not a great artist. no one doubted that. people only questioned whether he was the right guy for the job, only having experience as a singer, a perfomer, no matter how renowned. or rather, the main issue was - how much, having no experience in the position he now occupied, he was earning. because that really was an insane (and i mean. INSANE) amount of money.
Ołdakowska getting the job of the director was also a pretty controversial thing, so automatically, people who weren't in favour of her winning, didn't also like Kwiecień since she was the one who chose him for the job.
then there was the issue of the changes Mariusz wanted to make. he was in favour of promoting young, new singers and hiring big names for guest performances, ergo, many of the singers who had already been hired full-time for years by the opera house in Wrocław stopped getting big roles etc. no roles - no money (or rather, very little money, the bare minimum actually). this, coupled with the amount Kwiecień was earning... well.
he and Ołdakowska also promised Big Things but sadly they both got the jobs in the beginning of 2020 and we all know what happened then, not much could actually be done when the entire world was more or less paralysed by the pandemic.
and yeah, that's more or less it. id say, tl;dr in the end it's always all about money. and some personal beef he may or may not have had with some people, i really can't say cause that's all i know.
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verstarppen · 6 months
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omfg i love your fics they’re so funny 😭😭 i had an idea for a max fic that i think you would do so well 🫶 so like she’s his teammate and she has a bf (no idea who but prob another athlete or something since they tend to kinda be fboys 👀 but not another driver please because those dynamics make me cringe in second hand embarrassment 🙏) then he like cheats on her publicly, but she decides to live in idgafistan and max helps her make her ex jealous 😝 but he’s like actually been into her for a really long time and everyone ships them and stuff and then he bags her with his irresistible chronically offline awkward white boy rizz 💋
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summary; cheaters deserve to get cheated out of their career, or at least that's how max justifies destroying your ex's life
pairing; max verstappen x fem! red bull driver! reader [ no faceclaim ]
warnings; suggestive language, swearing
a/n; DISCLAIMER the boyfriend is made up and also a sims 2 reference, if by chance there is a real tennis player by the name of Dominic Lothario im so sorry sir this was not written with you in mind ALSO this is my VERY sneaky way of telling everyone my favorite song is trophäe by paula carolina so naturally i had to shove the word trophy everywhere to justify using lyrics as the title I HOPE I DID YOUR PROMPT JUSTICE also i skipped over singapore because we don't talk about singapore
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maxverstappen1 The only time I've cheated.
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feeltheorange WHAT DID HE SAYYYY
meepshoemaker the double take i just did cracked my neck
yukinator22 NAHHHHHHHHH
albogeant BRO DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER TIME TO RECOVER LMAOOOOOOOO
ynln7 everyone has permission to laugh i came up with the caption
pierregasly Thank god charles_leclerc I'm going to hell I laughed before I saw your comment pierregasly Me too ynln7 assholes (affectionately)
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ynln7 anyway
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christianhorner This is not the team bonding I was talking about
charles_leclerc Shut up, some of us have waited years for this pierregasly Seconded danielricciardo Third...ed?
simplyclerc LET HIM COOK
lionkingseb max verstapprizz
mcmango he saw an opportunity and he took it
redbullpapaya i manifested this with magic beyond the human comprehension
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redbullracing An immaculate performance today from @ maxvestappen1 and @ ynln7 that’s a 6th Constructors’ Championship for the team!! 🏆 CONGRATULATIONS, WORLD CHAMPIONS!!
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super_max they know they ate
staraikkonen the blueprint for all powercouples
shadownorris LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO
angelricciardo talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference
dominic_lothario 👎
redbullracing Shouldn't you be looking for a job? What are you doing in our comments.
kirbyvettel MAXY/N SWEEP
maxverstappen1 The trophy is not my only win this week @ ynln7
ynln7 ok now let me pass you maxverstappen1 No 🧡 You're pretty in p2
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ynln7 celebrating the win the RIGHT way (playing f1 2023)
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easportsf1 Amen
ynln7 LMAO
maxverstappen1 I let you win
ynln7 bruised ego alert
christianhorner Such a RESPONSIBLE team, aren't we?
orangleclerc THE T-SHIRT
strawberryrosberg Did they turn down the afterparty invite for this because mad respect
charles_leclerc Tell me your record, I'll beat it
ynln7 in your dreams, leclerc maxverstappen1 Beat us in real life first charles_leclerc First of all.
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seungminheart · 7 months
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AUGUST IS A FEVER — kim seungmin
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pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff word count: 12k warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! mild jealousy, mean(ish) dom!seungmin (he's mean in a nice way okay), face fucking, hair pulling (f. rec), thigh riding, overstimulation, dumbification, mild degradation/humiliation, aftercare
summary: seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong.
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"Stop looking at him like that," Hyunjin sighs.
"Stop looking at him like what?" You ask innocently.
"Like you want to jump his bones."
"I have no idea what you mean."
"...Two minutes ago you said you wanted to, and I quote, "lick the sweat off of his face.""
"Really?" You ponder. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes it does!"
You groan, fanning yourself with your hand. "Whatever! Can you blame me? He just looks so hot!"
The view from where you are sitting on the sidelines is spectacular, glorious even—so much so that you can almost forget the sun beating down on you as you wait for your friends to finish up their game.
"Nope," Hyunjin covers his ears. "I am not going to agree while you objectify my best friend."
"Okay... Well, it's not my fault that your best friend is the sexiest man on the face of the Earth."
You have always thought that Kim Seungmin looks the hottest when playing sports, and it is rewarding to (yet again) find yourself proven correct. Today, he is the main event: with his brow furrowed in singular determination, his hidden competitive nature full on display, his lean body hidden underneath a deceptive white tee and black joggers...
There isn't anything overtly provocative about him today, and yet you still have to stifle the urge to strut onto that field, grab him by the wrist, drag him behind the bleachers, drop to your knees, and suck him dry.
"I'm literally right here!" Hyunjin cries.
On the field, Jisung clumsily passes to Seungmin, who dribbles the ball down the field and swipes a sharp left, kicking the ball straight into the goal past Chan.
A small, self-assured smirked hooks onto the edge of his mouth when he walks back to his position, and you have to fan yourself to stop the heat on your cheeks from spreading down your neck.
"Oh honey," you tut, only momentarily distracted by the glorious view in front of you. "It's okay, I still think you're cute."
"That is so condescending coming from someone who can't confess their feelings to a guy who is obviously into them," Hyunjin scoffs. "And I'm not cute! I'm sexy."
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," you roll your eyes, gaze still trained on the field. "But Kim Seungmin is not into me."
"Yes he is."
"No... He isn't."
"And who are you to tell me that?" Hyunjin narrows his eyes. "I think I know my best friend well enough to know how he feels, thank you very much!"
You swat at the back of his head.
"Hyunjin, you are literally one of the most oblivious people in the world," you point out. "Forgive me for not taking your word for it."
"Okay, b-but!" Hyunjin splutters. "Not when it comes to this. I'm telling you, Seungmin is so down bad for you, it's actually painful."
"And how do you know that?" You ask, mostly just to humor him.
"Because it's obvious!" He exclaims. "Literally everyone knows. Everyone."
"Mhm," you nod along. "And... Has Seungmin ever told you this?"
Hyunjin pauses for a moment.
"...W-Well—"
You click your tongue. "That's what I thought."
"He doesn't have to say it for me to know," Hyunjin insists.
"Uh, really?" You snort. "Because it sounds to me like you're just pulling things out of your ass."
Across the field, Jisung cheers as Seungmin scores another goal. By now, they have been playing long enough in the heat for rivulets of sweat to carve their way down his face, and the thought comes to mind once again—you would love to lick it off his face. Desperately. Maybe if you begged nicely, he would let you have a taste...
Would he like it if you begged?
"Dude," Hyunjin deadpans. "All he has to do is look at you and he pops a boner. I think that's a pretty good indication that he's into you."
"Really?" You ask, momentarily stupefied by the thought of Seungmin's dick.
"Yes."
"No way," you exclaim a moment later, shaking your head. "Seungmin would never."
"Be attracted to someone? Yeah, I used to think so too..."
"No!" You pout, pinching his arm. "I mean he's such a gentleman. There is no way that is true."
"Yeah," Hyunjin scoffs. "If being a gentleman means jacking off as soon as he gets home from hanging out with you, then sure."
"Don't talk about him like that!" You pull him into a headlock. "Just because you are a nasty little shit doesn't mean that he is, too."
"Oh, god," Hyunjin groans in agony. "Yes, he definitely is."
Your grip on his neck tightens and a choked wheeze passes through his lips. A vindictive smile slips onto your face at the thought of making him suffer for putting strange thoughts about Seungmin into your head, and your grip tightens even more.
It is only when you chance a look up at the game and find Seungmin staring in your direction that your chokehold on Hyunjin slackens. Under the heated weight of his stare, the blush that you spent so long trying to fight off comes back in full force.
"See?" Hyunjin hisses. "I told you he's into you! Oh god, he looks like he's plotting my murder."
"I dunno," you sigh. "I think he looks kind of dreamy."
You drop your arm completely, and Hyunjin wrestles himself free from your grip. Seungmin smiles at you before turning back to the match, and you swoon on the spot.
"Wow," Hyunjin wrinkles his nose in disgust. "In the most offensive way possible, I think you two are meant for each other."
"Aw, you really think so?" You beam.
"Unfortunately..."
You frown. "Well... If Seungmin is so into me, why hasn't he made a move yet?"
"Because you're a psychopath?" Hyunjin guesses.
"Hwang Hyunjin, keep it up and I'm going to be the one murdering you," you threaten.
"Okay, okay!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I dunno. Maybe he's just a pussy?"
"He's twice the man you are," you sniff.
"You're only saying that because you want his dick in your mouth," Hyunjin notes drily.
"No I'm not!" You protest. "...Well, that's not the only reason."
Jeongin runs past you, the ball between his feet as a mischievous cackle escapes his lips, and the slight tailwind he provides only grants you a moderate amount of solace from the heat beating down.
"Believe me, don't believe me..." Hyunjin trails off. "I don't really care."
"Rude," you pout. Jeongin misses the goal, and Seungmin runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face him.
"All I'm saying is that there is a foolproof way to figure out whether or not Seungmin actually wants to fuck your brains out."
"And that is...?"
"He rolls his eyes. "Duh. Just seduce him."
"I'm not going to do that!" You hiss. "He's going to think I'm a gross little gremlin that's trying to get into his pants and then he's going to reject me!"
"But you are a gross little gremlin trying to get into his pants."
"Not true! I like Seungmin for more than just his body, thank you very much."
"Okay..." Hyunjin says. "Well, as I've already said, he's definitely not going to reject you."
"You don't know that." You glare at him. "When was the last time you saw him accept anybody's advances?"
"Literally never because, again, he's into you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"As if."
"Whatever!" He throws his hands up in the air, his face growing redder by the second. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care. I tried!"
Hyunjin pushes himself up from the ground, dusting his pants off in a tight and jerky motions.
"Wait," you begin. "Hyunjin!"
He doesn't spare you a glance as he stomps off towards where the rest of your friends seem to—finally—be wrapping up their game.
"Where are you going? Hyunjin? Come back!"
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A nice cold shower is exactly what you need after a morning of watching a sweaty Seungmin in his element.
Which is why the moment that you and the guys make it back to Seungmin and Hyunjin's apartment, you waste no time in claiming Hyunjin's bathroom for yourself.
He refuses to speak to you the entire way back, and you decide to take your revenge by making a break for his bathroom. Maybe it's mean, because you know he's had to pee for the past twenty minutes, but you find a little bit too much joy in seeing him suffer to actually care.
You are grateful to find your shampoo is still in the same spot you left it last week when you stayed over. Hyunjin might be your best friend, but you wouldn't put it past him to use it all up—that was the fate of your facial cleanser last time you left it at his place.
The steady stream of water pelting your back is soothing as you wash yourself, and the lukewarm water does wonders for your horniness.
"Hurry the fuck up," Hyunjin whines, bursting through the door without a second thought. His irritating voice only helps quash your horniness further.
The shower curtain is solid enough that you can only make out his vague outline through it, but you don't have to wonder what he is doing in here for long—the sound of him peeing is undeniable, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.
"You're so annoying," you shout at him.
"Whatever," Hyunjin gripes, washing his hands. "I'm hungry, so like... Hurry the fuck up."
"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. He lets out a huff, then exists without saying another word.
Your shower lasts a little longer than usual—mostly because you know that it will piss Hyunjin off. By the time you are finished, only five stray thoughts about jumping Seungmin's bones have passed through your head, which you consider an accomplishment.
A warm blanket of contentment settles over you as you towel yourself dry. It is only after a few moments without the stream of the shower dulling your senses that you get the odd feeling that something is off.
It takes another moment for you to realize that the apartment is awfully quiet. The faint buzz of the TV streams in through the walls, but other than that... Nothing.
For a moment, you wonder if your friends have finally learned how to act like normal people and actually use their inside voices—but then you remember that Minho and Changbin couldn't shut up even if they wanted to. Which means that either someone has finally snapped and forcibly gagged them, or... They aren't here.
The urge to go investigate is so overwhelming that you decide to skip blowdrying your hair altogether (scandalous, you know), but when you reach for your clothes, you realize they are not where you left them.
In fact, a quick survey of the bathroom reveals that they are nowhere to be found at all.
"What the...?" You gnaw on your lip.
Then it clicks. You knew Hyunjin had been too quiet earlier when leaving the bathroom. He must have taken your clothes...
Which normally wouldn't have been that big of a predicament, considering that you have no shame when it comes to stealing his clothes, except for the little fact that his bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment.
Great.
You pinch the bridge of your nose before wrapping your towel around yourself resolutely and opening the bathroom door.
"Hyunjin?" You call, only peeking your head out.
In the living room, you hear the distinctive sound of footsteps, but your best friend remains silent.
"Hello?" You try again, but still, silence is the only thing that greets you.
You narrow your eyes, irritation welling up inside of you.
"Hyunjin," you squeeze out through gritted teeth, pushing the bathroom door all the way open. "I'm actually going to kill you. Where did you put my clothes?"
Despite the anger in your tone, he still has the audacity to ignore you. Unsurprisingly, you quickly reach the end of your fuse.
"You're so—" You seethe, storming into the living room.
And then, you promptly come to a screeching halt.
"Oh!" You squeak out, a rush of embarrassment striking you in the chest. "You're not Hyunjin."
"No," Seungmin says mildly. "I'm not."
He is sitting alone on the couch, his hair damp, and you are not too surprised to notice how sexy he looks like this—domestic and relaxed. The black joggers from earlier have been replaced by sinful gray sweats, and you only have a moment to lament how unfair that is before you remember that you are standing basically naked in front of him.
To his credit, Seungmin doesn't seem fazed. In fact, his eyes remain focused on your face, his gaze cool and collected as you flounder for the right words.
You are half-satisfied, half-disappointed by his reaction (or lack thereof) because on one hand, it means that Hyunjin was wrong and Seungmin is decidedly not into you at all... But on the other hand, it means that Seungmin is not into you at all.
"Ahem," you clear your throat. "D'you know where he is?"
"Him and the guys went to get food," Seungmin tells you.
"Bitch," you mutter bitterly.
Seungmin raises a brow at you, and your eyes widen.
"Not you!" You clarify. "I'm talking about Hyunjin. I mean, he's a little bitch who took my clothes while I was showering and then went off to get food without me."
You pause, not noticing the amused look on Seungmin's face.
"Wait," you pause. "Why didn't you go with them?"
He shrugs. "Thought it was kind of a dick move to leave you here all alone."
You perk up. "Aw, thanks!"
"Although," Seungmin points out, "it was also kind of a dick move to eat his last yogurt, so I guess you guys are even."
You gasp. "Seungmin, I thought you weren't going to tell him!"
His mouth turns up in a lopsided smirk. "I never said that."
Your mind flashes back to last week when Seungmin caught you sneaking the last yogurt cup, and you frown. Technically, you realize he's right—but you had shared the yogurt cup with you, so you thought you were partners in crime.
Although, it was kind of sexy how ruthless he is...
"You're evil," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Then, you remember you are clad in only a tiny little towel, and your promptly uncross your arms.
He cocks a brow. "Would an evil person offer to lend you clothes in a time of need?"
The thought of his clothes, on you, is enough to make your brain short circuit.
"Really?" You exclaim, your voice pitching an octave higher.
He pushes himself off the couch with a nod.
"Kim Seungmin, you are an angel," you gush. "I could kiss you right now."
You trail after him towards his room, not noticing how your words make him freeze.
"Or, like," you blabber on. "buy you ten bags of Hot Cheetos!"
"Only ten?" He teases.
"Eleven." You bargain, and he tilts his head as if he is considering the offer.
It is right as you are considering just how puppy-like he looks that he hands you a stack of clothes.
"You can change in here," Seungmin says, and then like the gentleman he is, he walks out the door and closes it behind you.
It's strangely humbling to be in this position—in his room, with only a towel wrapped around you, as he walks out and leaves you alone without so much as a spare glance.
It's equally humbling just how hot his indifference is. Instead of making you want to back off, Seungmin's reaction only makes you want to see just how far you can push him...
To distract yourself from your horny thoughts, you unfold the clothes he has given you and take the opportunity to look around his room.
Despite how long you've been friends with Hyunjin—despite how much time you've spent in this apartment over the past two years, this is the first time you are seeing the inside of Seungmin's bedroom.
Somehow, it looks exactly how you imagined it would. Clean gray linen sheets line his simple bed, which takes up most of the center of the room. Two bookshelves stand flush against the wall, stacked with a plethora of books. His desk is a picture of perfection—white and spotless and so Seungmin, much like the rest of the room.
In a word, it is pristine. Clean. Polished. The mirror of absolute control.
You can't help but wonder if he is this controlled in every aspect of his life. If he was under you, would he still exhibit that perfect restraint? Or would you be enough for him to snap?
The thought is so electrifying that you dress in a record time, slipping out of his room before you have the chance to do something you might regret.
Even the clothes, you notice, are so him. The navy blue shirt is simple yet perfectly pressed, as if he has just bought it, and the gray sweatpants he has given you are the carbon copy of the ones he had been wearing earlier today.
"Thanks again for the clothes," you say as you walk back into the living room.
Seungmin is sitting on the couch exactly where he had been when you first came out of the bathroom.
When he looks up at you this time, however, his gaze seems to linger on you. Under his scrutiny, a flush of heat creeps up your spine and your mind blanks.
If you were a little bit more lucid, you would have registered how absolutely insane it is that one single look from him is enough to turn you on. Instead, all you can focus on is how enticing his calculating stare is.
"Your shirt is on backwards," he says then, and you flush once more—this time in embarrassment.
"What—" You begin, looking down in panic. "Oh. Haha, really funny Kim Seungmin."
Your shirt is, in fact, not on backwards. The smirk stretched across his face when you look back up tells you that Seungmin definitely knew that.
You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him when he looks so good, so instead of yelling at him the way you would have it if it had been anyone else (ahem, Hwang Hyunjin), you opt to take a seat next to him instead.
For your own mental sanity, you maintain at least a few inches of distance between you, even as you pull your legs onto the cushions and burrow your way deeper into the sofa.
"Do you want to watch something?" Seungmin asks.
"Sure," you nod. "Anything good on?"
You don't actually care what you watch—he could put on anything for all you cared. Knowing you, you were going to spend the entire time trying not to focus on him anyways.
He says something about some new reality show and you agree immediately. Before you know it, the two of you are three episodes deep and somehow, equally invested in the messy relationships.
It's right as the tension of the episode reaches the peak that the lock of the front door turns.
"Hey guys!" Changbin strolls in, a grin on his face and a takeout bag in his hands.
Seungmin barely nods in acknowledgement. You, on the other hand, leap up from the couch immediately when Hyunjin and his stupid face come into view.
"You."
"Yes?" He responds, unaffected by the way you are glaring at him.
"I'm going to kill you," your murderous gaze narrows.
"Hey now," Jisung interrupts, popping up from behind Hyunjin. "That's not very nice—"
"Nobody asked you," you turn your glare on him, effectively shutting him up.
Changbin plops down on the couch next to Seungmin, offering the takeout bag to him. Jisung, afraid of your rampage, scurries after him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen.
"Where the fuck did you put my clothes, asshole?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs at you.
In the background, the hum of the TV is loud enough to drown out Changbin's voice.
"Really?"
Hyunjin raises a brow at you, giving you a once over. "Well, you seem to have found clothes somewhere. I don't see what the big deal is."
You gasp.
"Hwang Hyunjin, did you do this on purpose?"
"...I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yes," you say, noticing the red tinge to his ears. "You do!"
"Okay, fine!" He bursts. "You and Seungmin have been so irritating, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sue me!"
You are silent for a moment.
"And how exactly does stealing my fucking clothes equate to taking matters into your own hands?"
"Oh, I don't know," he says sarcastically. "How does leaving you, naked, alone with Seungmin factor into my plan to make you seduce him?"
You gape at Hyunjin.
"Literally what the fuck goes on inside your head?"
He glares at you. "I can't believe I set up the perfect scenario for you guys and you still managed to fumble the bag! What do I have to do, fuck Seungmin for you too?"
"Not fair," you pout. "At least let me fuck him first."
"What—?" Hyunjin chokes. "That's like, exactly what I'm trying to make you do!"
You roll your eyes. "Okay, yeah, but again, Seungmin is not into me."
"I don't understand," Hyunjin complains. "Nothing happened when we were gone? Like, for real?"
You think about how Seungmin didn't even spare you a second glance when you came out in nothing but a towel, how he barely even looked at you when he led you into his room.
"No," you roll your eyes. "Because, guess what? He's not into me!"
"But—"
"Which," you continue. "By the way, brings me back to my first point. Where the fuck did you put my clothes?"
"They're in the bathroom cupboard," he sighs finally.
You stare. "I literally could kill you right now."
"I don't understand, though..." He mutters to himself, still confused even when you turn to head back into the living room.
When you look up, you find that Seungmin's gaze is focused on you and Hyunjin, staring intently even as Changbin continues to talk to him.
And you swear—when his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze without flinching, your heart skips a little.
Only a little.
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The next time you see Seungmin is a week later when Hyunjin tells you that clubbing is on the agenda for the night.
Enough time has passed that you are (mostly) no longer pissed at him for stealing your clothes and ditching you to get food, and so you agree without a second thought.
After all, any situation in which Kim Seungmin and alcohol are involved sounds like the situation for you.
When you arrive, you are greeted with a shot at the door (courtesy of Changbin) and a sloppy kiss to the forehead (courtesy of Jisung.) It is only the pregame and yet both of them are absolutely sloshed. The strobe lights have been pulled out of the closet and the music playing inside is so loud you could hear it down the hall when you were coming up.
"Oh, thank god," are the first words Hyunjin says to you when he finds you in the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too."
"Shut up," he waves you off. "That dress is, like, the only thing you've done right recently."
Your fingers automatically go to the hem of your short black dress. When you picked it out of your closet, you did think it was particularly cute, but something about the way he says that makes you worried.
"...What do you mean?"
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Black is Seungmin's favorite color. Maybe he'll finally get the hint tonight."
You stare at him.
"I'm so glad to have a friend like you."
"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"If I ever feel delusional," you continue, patting him on the cheek. "All I have to do is look at you and then I remember there are people much worse off."
He gasps. "I'm not delusional!"
You reach out and grab Felix's arm right as he is passing by.
"Felix," you ask, "do you think Hyunjin is delusional?"
He looks at you, then Hyunjin, then back to you.
"Oh, most definitely."
"Traitor!" Hyunjin screeches as you let go of Felix and he walks away."
"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "What does one have to do to get a drink around here?"
"Did you say drink?"
As if summoned by your words, Seungmin appears behind you, holding a red solo cup in his hands. He offers it to you without a word, and both your heart and your pussy throb at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
The visceral effect of his presence is only exacerbated by how fucking hot he looks—simple jeans and black t-shirt are somehow already a deadly combo on him, but today his hair is up and the unfiltered view of his forehead has your thighs clenching.
"Thanks," you say breathlessly.
Hyunjin looks at you in half-awe, half-disgust, as if he knows how such a simple action has you all hot and bothered. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but when you look down at the cup and see the pink liquid inside, you swear, you swoon.
Of course Seungmin had to be sexy and sweet by remembering your favorite drink.
"No problem," Seungmin responds. "Couldn't leave you without a drink if you plan on spending the night around Hyunjin."
"Good call," you nod seriously.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin pouts.
Seungmin shrugs his shoulders right as you say, "that you're fucking annoying."
"You guys always gang up on me," he sniffs. "You know what, I'm going to go somewhere where I'm actually appreciated."
He turns over his shoulder dramatically, glaring at the two of you as he goes, but the sly wink he throws at you right before storming off tells you all that you need to know.
"Glad to see that you haven't lost any more clothes recently," Seungmin says, his eyes trained on your black dress as he says it.
He leans against the counter behind him, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips. He looks so good right now that its hard to think—would he look this composed, this assured, while fucking you? Or maybe—
You take a quick sip of your drink to distract yourself.
"Who says I haven't?" You say over the rim of your cup after you swallow.
"Oh?"
You shrug even as our heart beats a mile a minute.
"I don't kiss and tell," you say.
For a moment, Seungmin doesn't do anything except watch you, his gaze piercing from under his eyelashes. The attention alone is enough to send tingles down your spine.
And then, he smiles.
"We'll see about that," he says.
You choke on your drink. "W-What?!"
Seungmin raises a brow. "I just meant that if you've lost any more clothing around here, I'm sure it will show up eventually."
Your face flushes.
"C'mon, losers!" Jisung hollers from the living room, saving you from having to come up with a response to that.
"The Uber's coming in five, we're doing shots before it gets here!"
You groan, the cup in your hands still heavy. "But I already—"
"Chug it!"
You pinch the bridge of your nose, pausing for a moment, but nonetheless do what he says. The sound of Seungmin's laughter accompanies the sharp sting of alcohol in your throat as it burns your throat.
Needless to say that by the time your group actually makes it down to the Uber, the liquor coursing through your veins has started to take effect.
That is probably why you don't notice the current dilemma facing you and your friends until it is too late.
"There's only four seats," you vaguely hear Hyunjin say.
"Someone's gonna have to sit on someone's lap," Changbin agrees.
Jisung, far more drunk than you, wiggles his eyebrows.
"All you had to do was ask," he grins, even as Changbin shove shim away.
The night is dark and cold, but you hardly feel it as you stare cluelessly out onto the lamplit street.
"What about the other Uber?" You ask, thinking about where Chan and the rest of your friends had disappeared to.
"Already left," Seungmin says.
A sneaky smile flashes across Jisung's face.
"Well ,you guys have fun figuring this out," he says gleefully as he climbs into the passenger seat before anyone can stop him.
Changbin sighs. "Well, I guess there's no choice. Hyunjin can sit on my lap."
Hyunjin scoffs, his face twisting as he opens the door to the backseat and shoves Changbin in. "As if!"
Changbin grumbles as he goes, but eventually concedes. Hyunjin follows suit, taking the middle seat.
Which leaves you and Seungmin as the only ones outside the car.
You reach for the door, about to climb in after Hyunjin, when it hits you—you, Seungmin, and only one available seat.
Fuck.
"Uhhh—" You begin, your eyes wide. "I—I can just—"
"You can sit on my lap," Seungmin interrupts.
Your jaw drops. "What?!"
"Unless you want me to sit on your lap?"
The look he gives you is half-teasing, half-reassuring. You bite your lip, considering your options. It isn't fair how he makes such a difficult choice sound so easy.
Eventually, though, you have no choice but to agree. Still, even when he gets into the car, you hesitate.
"Hurry up!" Hyunjin gripes from inside.
"Fine..." You mutter.
Your face blazes as you carefully climb in, barely breathing as you take a seat on the edge of Seungmin's lap.
The heat of his body sends you into overdrive and you barely notice when he pulls the door closed behind you. Blood thrums through your ears, loud enough to drown out the soft melody of whatever song is playing.
"A-Are you sure this is okay?" You crane your neck to look at him.
Seungmin huffs out a laugh.
"Yes. You can sit comfortably, I won't bite."
Even if he did, that wouldn't be a problem for you. Then again, nothing he could do would be a problem for you...
The car eases into drive and you scoot back a little in an effort to relax. You are still gingerly perched on the edge of his lap, however, no matter how hard you try.
Eventually, Seungmin just sighs and wraps his arm around your abdomen, pulling you so that your back is flush with his chest.
"Better, right?" His breath tickles your neck, and you swear, your heart stops beating.
"What's wrong?" He asks innocently, as if he has notices the visceral reaction.
"N-Nothing!" You squeak.
To your right, Hyunjin and Changbin have started bickering. In the front, Jisung has struck up a conversation with the driver about God knows what.
Even though you are surrounded by your friends, it feels as if you are caught in a bubble, just you and Seungmin. It is strangely intimate, and the thought only sends a food of heat through your core.
The drive is ten minutes at most, and yet it feels like a lifetime—both excruciating and delicious as you squirm on Seungmin's lap.
The issue isn't that you aren't enjoying this. On the contrary, the issue is that you are probably enjoying this a bit too much. All you want to do is turn around kiss Seungmin senseless, to beg him to have his way with you. But—despite how much Hyunjin might claim it to be true—there is no way that Seungmin is into you like that.
Even now, the arm wrapped around your waist remains respectful, barely touching you. He doesn't seem flustered the slightest by your proximity... Not the way you do.
The alcohol running through your veins does nothing to help your overthinking or your horniness. It is a weight off your shoulders (and Seungmin's lap) when you finally arrive at the club.
"Woah—" Seungmin starts when you almost fall onto the pavement in your haste to get off of his lap. "Are you okay?"
"Yup!" Your face is ablaze once more, this time with embarrassment.
It is only by sheer luck that the other guys arrived earlier than you and are almost at the front of the line to get into the club. You almost cry when you see Chan—because it means less time waiting outside in the cold, and it means more distance between you and Seungmin before you accidentally do something bad, like try to jump his bones.
"Shot?" You ask Chan when you finally make it through the doors.
"Uh..." He looks around, but the rest of the guys have already branched off through the strobe-lit club, leaving the two of you alone.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great!" You grin, wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him towards the bar.
The bass of some awful EDM song thrums straight through your chest, practically shaking the walls as Chan orders from the bartender. You are too busy looking around to pay attention to what he asks for—you have never been to this club before, and everything is new.
The walls are a melting mural of neon colors, a balcony overlooks the dance floor a few feet away, and there is even a clear slide that snakes through the club.
On the opposite side of the room, across a sea of people, you spot Seungmin and Hyunjin. They are on the outskirts of the crowd, drinks already in their hands, and your heart leaps into your throat.
Even from so far away, Seungmin looks good. Great, even. Yummy might be the right word to describe it, actually...
"So..." Chan interrupts you from your daydreams, handing you a cup.
Your eyes light up and you down the shot in one go. The burn is barely there, masked by the smooth, buttery taste of butterscotch.
"You and Seungmin, huh?"
"What?"
Chan frowns. "Isn't there something going on there?"
"Uh..." You narrow your eyes. "Did Hyunjin say something to you?"
"No? You both just spend so much time staring at each other, so I assumed..."
"Stoooop," you pout. "Don't say things like that. You're going to get my hopes up."
"Say things like what?" Chan asks cluelessly.
You are half-tempted to order another drink, but the edges of your vision have already begun to blur, and you know it probably isn't the best idea.
"Chan," you sigh. "I'm already delusional enough. Why does everyone keep trying to convince me that Seungmin is into me?"
"...Because he is?"
To his credit, Chan doesn't sound half as annoying as Hyunjin when he says it.
"Stop it," you frown.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he says immediately. "We can, um, like, dance or something?"
You nod. "Yup. Dancing! I love dancing."
In truth, you don't care much about dancing, but this is a club and you are just drunk enough that your limbs feel weightless, and you have the strange feeling that you might be able to float if you tried hard enough.
Chan is skeptical as he follows you onto the dance floor, but he remains silent nonetheless. The heat of the crowd is electrifying, and coupled with the drunken haze you have slipped in, you feel invincible.
You roll your hips in time with the music, laughing carelessly as people jostle you from all sides. Chan looks worried as you grab his hand.
"C'mon, let loose a little!"
"I don't—" He begins, but the rest of his words are drowned out when the music picks up, blasting even louder through the speakers.
And yet, even as you try your hardest to stop thinking about Seungmin, he remains at the forefront of your mind. Despite your best efforts, you find your gaze drawn towards his corner of the club.
Only—this time when you look at him, you find Seungmin staring back. His dark gaze is piercing even at such a distance and your breath catches in your throat. Even when he realizes you are looking, too, he doesn't look away.
Slowly, he takes a sip of his drink. When he pulls the cup away, the edge of his lips are curved up. you aren't sure why, but such a simple action sends a thrill down your spine.
Your eyes remain on Seungmin as you continue to dance, distracted by the promising look in his eyes. They remain on Seungmin even when someone approaches you, a flirty smile on his face.
"Hey," the guy grins.
"Hi," you say, dragging your gaze away from Seungmin after a long moment.
The guy in front of you is tall and—if you weren't so deeply obsessed with another man (Kim Seungmin)—you would probably think he was cute, too.
"D'you want to dance?" He asks.
"Already am," you giggle.
"I know," he says bashfully. "Just thought it might be more fun if you were doing it with me."
You shrug, a wide smile still across your face. He takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can see the light smattering of freckles across his nose. Emboldened, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. Any distraction from Seungmin is a welcome distraction, and, well, at least this one seems fun.
The guy takes the opportunity to place his hands on your hip, just low enough to be flirty but not low enough to be indecent.
The crowd surges and he stumbles forward, his lithe body pressing against yours.
"So," he asks in your ear. "D'you come here often?"
You laugh, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.
"Not like that! Just—I haven't seen you here before, is all."
"It's my first time."
The music changes tempo, slowing down to a sultry electro-beat.
"Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," he says. "What's your name?"
"Hmm..."
Instead of answering, you unwrap your arms and take his hands into yours, turning around so that you don't have to look at his face. You then take his hands and place them back on your hips.
"Thought you wanted to dance, not talk," you tease.
"Touché," he leans in. His breath is warm as it ghosts your neck, and the familiar sensation brings you back to the car earlier. Thoughts of Seungmin, and his lap, and you on his lap, and him under you, blossom in your mind. Your chest grows uncomfortably warm and against your will, your eyes trail to where he had been standing before.
Your heart stutters when you find him still watching you.
His expression is blank, a puzzling inscrutable look that sends your mind spiraling, and yet his eyes remain on you.
You are astutely aware of the distance between the two of you, even as the blood thrumming through your ears dulls your senses. The only thing you are aware of is his stony gaze. You hardly even notice when the guy behind you asks if something is wrong.
"Sorry..." you say distractedly. "I think I'm, um, going to go to the bathroom..."
"Oh, yeah, of course—"
You don't wait for an answer before disappearing into the crowd. It baffles you how you can feel Seungmin's gaze follow you even now.
Your horny thoughts and confused feelings swim through your head, a nasty cocktail of anxiety that is amplified by the alcohol. A bathroom break is exactly what you need—oh, how you wish tonight was a girl's night instead. They would know what to do in this situation, but alas, your only point of reference is Hyunjin...
Yeah, you would rather fend for yourself at that point.
The corridor leading to the bathroom snakes around the back of the club and is considerably more quiet than out in the main room. The muffled bass matches the padding of your footsteps as you continue down the hall.
You stumble slightly when you turn the corner, bumping into a firm, warm body.
"Oh—" You let out when large hands reach out to steady you.
"Sorry about..." the words die on your lips when you look up to find Seungmin staring down at you.
The same expressionless look is still on his face, but up close, you can see his eyes more clearly—how dark they are, piercing, but something more too.
"Y/N," the curve of your name on his lips sends a shock through your system.
"Seungmin," you breathe.
"You okay?" He asks gently.
"Hmm?"
"That guy," he clarifies. "Was he bothering you?"
Seungmin's face remains impassive as he asks, but the way he chews on his bottom lip catches your attention. It seems almost as if he is on edge about something... But what?
"Who?" you ask, momentarily stunned. "Oh! No, he wasn't bothering me."
Seungmin nods once, releasing his lip from where it was snagged between his teeth. Almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax.
"Okay, that's good."
"Seungmin..." You narrow your eyes. "Were you worried about me?"
His lips purse into a thin line. A moment elapses where he remains silent, and an elated gasp bursts from your lips.
"Oh my god, you were!"
"Didn't know it's surprising that I care about the safety of one of my friends..."
"Nooo, it's sweet that you care!" You coo. "But we were just dancing!"
"I wouldn't call that just dancing," Seungmin mutters.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You pout.
He just shrugs, not responding.
If you didn't know better, you would say that Seungmin is jealous. But of what? Your head spins and all you can think is how good he looks like this—mildly annoyed, dressed to impress, towering over you. And his hands are still on your waist, which really isn't helping your current situation.
"Seungmin..." You begin. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I have a question for you."
"Everything you say sounds crazy."
"...I'm going to ignore that."
He bites back a smile.
"Do you..." You hesitate. "Are you—or, well, would you say that you—y'know, are interested in me?"
"What?"
"It's just that Hyunjin has been telling me for ages that you like me," you blabber. "At least, that you like me the way that I like you, but that's not possible right? I'm probably just making things up in my head—"
"I do," Seungmin interrupts.
"See, that's what I—wait, what?"
"I do like you," he says.
Your jaw drops. "Like... as a friend?"
"As more."
He says it so casually you think you have misheard him.
"B-But—you've never shown any interest in me!"
He rolls his eyes. "Yes I have. It's not my fault you're so oblivious."
"No I'm not."
"You were eye-fucking me from across the room all night and I was reciprocating," Seungmin says.
"Don't be mean!" You squeal.
His eyes are bright as he takes a step towards you.
"You love it," he murmurs.
Your face warms and you take a step back, the feeling of the cool wall behind you soothing the heat flowing through your body.
"You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"
"I've been dropping hints for literally months," he laughs.
"Seungmin..." You breath. "Can I ask you another question?"
He raises a brow.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I don't know," he teases, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can you?"
"You're so annoying," you gripe, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Now who's not being nice?"
He leans down, his breath fanning over your face. Your heart thrums loudly in your chest, and in the background the music from the dance floor changes again right as you lean up and press your lips against Seungmin's.
The kiss is wet and hot as you move your mouth against his, savoring the feel of his plush lips under yours. He tastes of vodka and mint, a strange combination that has you pressing further into him. You lick a strip against the seam of his lips in hopes of deepening the kiss, but Seungmin teases you, pulling back so that your lips are barely touching.
A breathy whine escapes you as you chase his lips. His hands on your hips tighten, holding you in place.
"Min," you pout, your mouth only centimeters from his.
"So needy," he says.
You nod your head eagerly, and Seungmin seems satisfied by your easy admission.
His teeth snag on your bottom lip as he kisses you again, sucking against it in way that feels so delicious you can't stop the moan that bubbles up inside you. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, moving so perfectly against yours that your legs shake.
Seungmin's grip on you is the only thing keeping you upright as he crowds you against the wall, kissing you methodically in a way that has you thinking he has perfected the art of kissing. His hips rut slightly against you, the outline of his hard length pressing deliciously against your stomach.
His mouth works its way from your mouth down the column of your neck, and you pant as he licks and bites at your skin. Your legs rub together, your underwear uncomfortably wet.
"Hey, there you are, I've been—" a voice interrupts. Seungmin's mouth pulls away from your skin.
You open your half-lidded eyes just in time to see Chan rounding the corner. He freezes in his path when he sees the way the two of you are wrapped around each other, his face paling.
"Um..." you begin.
"I didn't see anything," Chan says, lifting his hand to shield his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"
"We were just making out," Seungmin rolls his eyes, his grip bruising on your hips. "No need to be so dramatic."
"Well," Chan clears his throat. "Um, carry on. I'm—leaving."
"Yes, please do."
"Seungmin!" You hiss.
He just shrugs, not even bothering to look ashamed. He remains pressed against you even after Chan practically sprints down the hall, taking a moment to look at you while considering what to do next.
When he finally pulls away, though, Seungmin looks as composed as ever. The only indication that he had been seconds away from making you come untouched a few feet away from the club bathroom are his swollen lips and his blown out pupils. It sends a shot of arousal through your core when he grabs your hand and says simply, “let’s go.”
“What?” You ask, the haze of lust over you clouding your senses.
He raises a brow. “Are you into exhibitionism?”
“…No?” You respond, confused.
“Then let’s go,” he tugs. “Because I’m five seconds away fucking you right here for everyone to see.”
“Oh,” you breath, your thighs clenching.
“Unless you don’t want that,” he says, completely serious. 
“N-No,” you shake your head. “I want it!”
His mouth lifts in a wicked smirk. “Desperate, are we?”
You hardly notice as he leads you away from the bathroom and out of the club, nor when he orders the Uber back. Your mind is too clouded by the thoughts of Seungmin fucking you and, more pressingly, the way his thumb rubs soothingly over the back of your hand as the two of you wait outside.
It has your heart swelling and makes you want to get down on your knees and show how much you appreciate him. Instead, you decide to exercise self control and instead stare longingly at him with a pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks.
“Nothing,” you mumble.
“Really?”
You nod, the cool night breeze nipping at your arms.
“I don’t believe you,” he tells you.
Seungmin’s eyes are dark as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“How can I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, baby?”
Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes are wide when he pulls away, an innocent smile on his face.
“Maybe if you beg, I’ll give it to you. Maybe.”
You are saved from responding by the car that pulls up to the curb. Seungmin, like the perfect gentleman, opens the door for you and lets you slide into the car first. Dumbstruck by his words, you stare blankly at him, before finally noticing that the Uber is here.
The entire drive back, Seungmin doesn’t touch you once. He barely even looks at you, in fact. Your underwear is drenched, you can see the outline of his dick through his pants, and yet he pretends like the two of you are nothing more than friends, even as you squirm impatiently next to him.
It’s humiliating how much his indifference turns you on. Seungmin is already edging you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on you.
Even as you ride the elevator up to his apartment, he remains two feet away from you. The silence is suffocating and heady at the same time. 
Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as Seungmin opens the apartment door. He is unhurried, languid even as he slides his shoes off of his feet and places his keys on the counter.
The thrill of knowing he is most definitely going to fuck you senseless tonight, even as he does something as mundane as washing his hands, is almost too much for you to handle. Almost. You feel on the precipice of bursting, of falling to your knees and begging for him.
“Do you want something to drink?” Seungmin asks as you perch on one of the barstools.
You shake your head and then watch as he pours you a glass of water and hands it to you anyways.
His eyes watch you expectantly and you drink it without a word. The water is refreshing after the club, and you find yourself feeling much more sober after the drive back.
“So,” he says, still standing on the opposite side of the counter as you. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”
“Apologize…?” You ask, confused.
“For being such an attention whore earlier.”
Your lips part in astonishment, and yet you can’t help the rush of heat that floods your core.
“I-I wasn’t—”
He raises a brow, and you fall silent immediately. 
“I guess you just can’t help it,” Seungmin says. 
He steps out from behind the counter, holding his hand out for yours. 
“We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”
You stare at his hand for only a second before placing yours into it. 
“Are you…” Seungmin begins. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I do,” you say shyly. He looks at you for a long moment before sighing, leading you out of the kitchen.
“Green is for if you’re doing okay,” he says as he pulls you into the bedroom, “and red if you need me to stop. If it gets too much, just say the word. Okay?” 
You nod when he sits down on the bed, perfectly made, and he shakes his head.
“Use your words. I know you can.”
“Yes,” you breathe, standing in the space between his thighs. 
“Good,” he says. “But it’s not going to be too much, is it?”
You shake your head shyly.
“You still haven’t apologized,” Seungmin says, placing one hand on your hips.
“F-For what?”
“For that stunt back at the club, hmm?” He asks, the other hand still entwined with yours. 
“What was that? You like me,” he mocks, “but you were ready to fuck anybody who gave you a chance, huh? Are you that easy?”
“No,” you shake your head, a pout on your lips. 
“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re such a slut, I bet you would do this f0r anyone else.”
“Would not,” you insist, eyes wide as you look down at him. “Only for you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true!” You insist. “Only you.”
“Hmm,” he clicks his tongue. “Prove it.”
His gaze is calculating and cold as he looks at you, and it makes your mind hazy.
“Prove this cock is the only one you want. And you better make it believable.”
He takes his hands off of you and places them on the bed beside him. His words have you sinking to the floor slowly, falling to your knees.
Your hands drift up to his pants, hovering over the zipper. Wordlessly, your eyes look up to him for permission, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you.
After a moment of hesitation, you slowly drag the zipper of his jeans downwards. One of your hands drifts to palm over the bulge in his pants. You consider your method of action before finally deciding to reach into his boxers. 
It is awkward, pulling his dick out while he just sits there and watches you, but there is something enticing about the humiliation of it. You can feel yourself growing more wet, and your mouth waters when you take your first look at him. He is long and hard and pretty, and your breath catches in your throat.
Curiously, one hand holds him by the base while the other swipes an exploratory thumb over the head. You look up to see Seungmin with the same expression, almost bored. 
Still, he doesn’t say anything as you continue to get a feel for him.
He is so warm and firm in your hands, and you are having so much fun with your light touches—but you have something to prove. You give him one more pump before leaning down and spitting. 
The spit dribbles out of your mouth and onto him as you look up again, making eye contact with Seungmin. Then, still looking at him, you place a small peck on the head of his cock. The salty taste of his precum invades your sense and sends your mind haywire. Emboldened, you wrap your lips around him, suckling the head lightly before taking him as far as you can into your mouth.
He is so long that you can’t fit him all, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, and your hands reach up to wrap around the rest of him. The only indication that he feels anything is his dark pupils, but it is enough to motivate you to continue. 
Ignoring the burn in your throat, you bob your head on his length, building up a steady pace with your hands and your mouth. The room is silent except for the lewd sounds you make, sucking and squelching as you work. The noises are so erotic they send heat flushing through you, and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure. 
The silence is interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. You pull mostly off of his dick, swirling your tongue around the head. Seungmin reaches for his phone and you release him with a pop.
The phone continues to buzz, and he turns his gaze down on you.
“Did I say you could stop?”
Your face flushes and then his cock is in your mouth again. Your eyes look up at him, but instead of saying anything more, Seungmin swipes right on the call and lifts his phone to his ear. 
“Hello?”
You freeze. On the other end of the line, music blares and the fuzzy sound of someone talking reaches your ears. 
Seungmin keeps the phone against his ear with one hand while he reaches the other down, placing it on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully further down his cock. The sudden movement has you gagging, a choked noise coming from the back of your throat.
“Calm down,” Seungmin sighs. “I already left.”
You inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain still. Seungmin, of course, has a different idea, and pulls you off for a moment so you can catch your breath, before pushing you down his cock once again.
“Yes, Hyunjin,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who left me for some girl, remember?”
Your eyes water as you choke on his length, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in your mouth.
“Y/N?” Seungmin says then, looking down at you. “Yeah, I took her home with me.”
You whimper around him, gaze blurry as you look into his eyes.
Another moment passes before he eases you off of him again.
“Okay, bye Hyunjin,” Seungmin says. He ends the call and then tosses his phone away.
His attention turns downwards to you, readjusting his grip on your head. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers, and then he yanks so that you are looking up at him.
“You couldn’t even do that right, huh?” Seungmin asks. “I thought I asked you prove that you want this cock.”
“I do,” you whine. “Please.”
Instead of responding, Seungmin positions you so that your mouth is once again over his dick. His grip on your hair is tight enough to sting, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to make a heady concoction of horniness. 
Then, he pushes you down. He inhales sharply when your gagging around his cock turns into a drawn out moan, and then pulls you up. His dick twitches in your mouth when you tongue at the slit on the head, and he pushes you down once again.
Seungmin builds a torturous and steady pace, fucking himself with your mouth as you gag and moan around him. The way he uses you is so sexy that you can’t help but sneak one hand downwards towards your soaked center. 
Your dress has bunched up on your waist, which makes it easier for you to slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. You rub your clit at the same pace he fucks your mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout your body.
It is only when your moans slowly devolve into whines that he notices.
He pulls you off, his hand leaving the back of your head to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly tender gesture. 
“What are you doing?” Seungmin asks softly, cupping your jaw.
Your hand stills.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“N-No, but—”
“Up,” he offers you his hand. On shaky knees, you rise to your feet.
“Clothes off,” he demands, sneaking one finger beneath the band of your underwear and pulling it back so it snaps against your skin.
Your face blazes when he stares at you expectantly. Slowly, your hand reaches up to push the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You shimmy it down your waist, letting it fall into a heap on the floor and leaving you in just your underwear.
Your fingers trail down to the waistband, but you hesitate, feeling shy under his gaze.
“Color?”
“Green,” you tell him, and then take your panties off too.
Seungmin nods in approval as his eyes darken, but his gaze remains firmly trained on your face. It is almost as if he is punishing you and himself by refusing to look at your body.
“Come here,” he motion. Obediently, you pad over to him.
His hands rise to your hips, pulling you down onto his lap. A yelp leaves your lips as he pushes your core over his right thigh, your feet folding under you onto the bed.
“Since you’re so desperate to get off that you can’t even wait for me,” he says, one finger tipping your chin upwards so that your eyes are level with his. “Get off like this.”
You whimper, squirming under his gaze and he raises an eyebrow.
“Ride my thigh, and maybe we’ll see if you deserve to come.”
As if to prove a point, his hands on your hips pull you closer to him, and the delicious drag of your clit against his thigh has your mouth parting with a breathy moan.
Of their own accord, your hands rise to grip his shoulders. Your fingertips press into the divot of his collarbone as you roll your hips slowly against his thigh. His dick, hard and wet from your mouth, is pressed against his shirt by the waistband of his pants. It doesn’t escape you that he is fully dressed while you are completely naked.
The creases of his pant leg create a delicious friction that has you whimpering as you begin to move your hips faster, using your hold on his shoulders as leverage to press your cunt against him. You are so wet—have been since he first kissed you in the club, especially when you had your mouth on him—and you can feel your slick accumulating below you.
You’re too embarrassed to look down but you know, undeniably, that there must be a dark, wet spot on his pants. At some point, the thought of embarrassment fades away as the pleasure begins to build, a slow cresting wave inside the pit of your stomach. 
You roll your hips against him faster, sloppier, and you bit your lip to stifle the loud whines leaving your mouth.
“Look at you,” Seungmin murmurs. “Making such a mess on my pants. So desperate, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you moan in affirmation.
His arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against his and your hands go from his shoulders to loop around his neck as you bury your face into his neck.
“Feels good?” He asks mockingly.
You nod without lifting your face.
“I’m not even doing anything and you’re already so fucked out,” he sighs. “Could you come like this?”
“Yes,” you whimper, “yes, please.”
His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and pulls you back, forcing your face right in front of his.
“You’re going to come without me?” He pouts. 
“Please…” Your eyes glaze over, the precipice of your orgasm so close that you can taste it. Every nerve is on fire, your cunt clenching on nothing. 
“I’ll let you choose,” he says. “Come now and we can wash up after. Or hold it, and I’ll fuck you the way you need it.”
“Min,” you whine.
“Choose,” Seungmin breathes, his hands taking over for you as he grinds you down against his thigh. “Or I’ll choose for you.”
“Ngh,” you choke. “T-The… oh, the… The second one!”
He smiles at your answer. And then, instead of pulling you off his lap like you think he is going to, he begins to move your hips faster, pressing his thigh upwards to provide even more pressure to your clit.
“Seung—” you start, a loud moan escaping your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure excruciating, and your orgasm hurdles even closer than before. Your moan devolves into a high pitched whine.
“N-No,” you whimper. “I’m going to—g-going to, mmmph.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and Seungmin laughs in your ears.
“You’re going to come?” He says. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
“I do,” you whine pathetically. “Please, don’t—”
“It’s your choice, remember? If you don’t want to come, then hold it.”
You shake your head. “I c-can’t.”
Your thighs clench, your climax building inside of you.
“Hold it.”
Your breath comes out in pants, and you try to think of the unsexiest thing you can, you try to ignore the solid feeling of his thigh underneath you—you try your hardest to not come.
Seungmin continues to move you against him, but his pace slows down until he is barely dragging your messy cunt over his thigh.
Eventually, he stops completely, watching as you quake in his lap.
“Good girl,” he coos, and he sounds both condescending and comforting. A hand lifts to cup your face, running a thumb soothingly over your face.
You can hardly focus on anything more than his touch, still quaking from the after effects of your almost orgasm. Your mind is blank, a resolute desperation worming its way into your heart as Seungmin lifts you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed. 
You watch through glassy eyes as he pulls his shirt off in one motion before his hands go to the waistband of his pants. 
“You did so good for me,” Seungmin praises. “So obedient, hmm? Didn’t know you could do that. I guess a little desperation works wonders.”
You moan at his words, watching as he pulls his pants and boxers off, leaving him just as naked as you. He produces a condom, unwrapping it in a record time, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him slowly roll it onto his hard length.
Your mouth waters again at the sight of it. He felt so big and full in your mouth, so you can’t help but wonder how he will feel inside your cunt. A gush of wetness floods you, and your pussy throbs at the thought of it.
It’s painful, how slowly he moves as he situates himself in between your legs. You push yourself up further and use your hands to pull your legs apart, watching as his dick gets closer and closer to where you want him the most. 
He holds himself by the base, and then in one fluid motion, pushes himself all the way into you.
A long moan escapes your lips at the sudden fullness and you collapse flat onto your back, the pure bliss of how hot and big he is inside of you taking over every sense. 
“So tight,” Seungmin grunts, bottoming out. 
You nod your head quickly, not really processing what he says.
He pulls out completely, before pushing into you again. This time, it feels even better than the first as the ridges of his cock slide against your walls. You moan again, this time louder. 
“Feel good?” He asks, building a slow and torturous pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head.
“S-Soooo good,” you whine.
Seungmin’s movements are sharp and controlled, rolling into you with precise depth and force. It is like he knows what you need before you even say it, the head of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside of you.
His thrust speed up and a string of whimpers, each louder than the previous, fall out of your mouth. The orgasm you had been denied of begins to bubble up inside of you again, this time somehow warmer and more consuming than before. It feels like liquid fire as it burns through your veins, mounting higher and higher still.
You have no control over the noises escaping your lips, a combination of loud whines and moans as Seungmin continues to fuck you so good you see stars behind your eyelids.
He’s quiet as he fucks you, but the few pants and moans that slip out as he rolls his hips against you are the hottest things you have ever heard. He sounds so pretty as he fucks you, and the image of his furrowed brow, his bitten lips, his sweaty hair—its enough to almost push you over the edge.
A particularly deep thrust has you moaning loudly, your mouth falling open.
“You’re so fucking loud,” Seungmin grunts, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Shut up.”
His words have the opposite of their desired effect as you whimper at the dark tone of his voice. At the noise, his eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.
“I said,” he pushes the thumb past your lips into your mouth. “Shut up.”
You nod, your lips wrapping obediently around his finger. 
Your tongue swipes over the pad of his thumb right as he resumes his deathly pace, breathing heavily through his nose. His face remains stubbornly blank except for the slight crease of his forehead.
Trying your hardest to keep your moans down, you suckle on his finger like you had his cock earlier, and he moans quietly at the feeling. The sound spurs you on, and you bite down lightly on it.
Seungmin pulls the thumb out of your mouth and moves his hand downwards, pressing unforgivingly against your clit. He doesn’t move it, only applying pressure and he continues to fuck you, but the feeling is enough to push you close to the edge.
“Close?” He asks.
You nod, unable to form the words as your lips part. Your eyes are glassy and your expression fucked out as your brain struggles to catch up with your body.
“Say it,” Seungmin hisses through his teeth and you whine.
“Aw, are you being fucked too dumb to speak?” He coos, and you nod again.
“Nope. Not good enough,” he tsks, pulling his finger away from you. “Beg me to come, or don’t come at all.”
“P-please!” You cry out finally, clenching down on him as he moves. 
“Hmm.”
“Please, Min, please. L-Let me come, oh—”
“Well,” he pants. “Since you asked so nicely."
Seungmin thrusts speed up, deeper and sloppier in the most delicious way, but what ends up pushing you over the edge is when he leans down and captures your lips with his, his tongue moving in a messy kiss against yours.
He swallows your whimpers as you come, fucking you deep through you orgasm as your cunt spasms around him, and then with one harsh grunt, he comes a moment later.
You collapse boneless on the bed, your legs still twitching as you come down from your orgasm, and Seungmin slumps over you, his sweaty body a comforting weight on your chest.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, still the endorphins lighting up even the very tips of your fingers.
“Are you okay?” 
Seungmin’s question is half-worried, an amusing juxtaposition to the way he was just fucking you.
“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m better than okay.”
He frowns at you, his bangs plastered over his forehead, and then he pushes himself off of you.
“Noooooo,” you moan. “Come back.”
“I will,” he says gently. “Just give me a moment.”
You lay there, cold and tired, as Seungmin disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and kneels at the foot of the bed, gently wiping you down.
“You—”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I didn’t do too much, did I?”
You push yourself up, a hand lifting to caress his jaw as he focuses on his task.
“Seungmin, I’m fine, really.”
“Really?”
“That was the best sex of my life, so yeah.”
He purses his lips. “…Okay.”
“And besides,” you say, pulling him up from the ground onto the bed besides you. “Do you think I suck dick like that for just anyone?"
“Well….” He trails off bashfully.
“The answer is no,” you giggle. “Now come here and cuddle me!”
He lets out an annoyed huff, but listens anyways, climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers over the two of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“By the way,” you begin. “If I haven’t said it already, I like you Seungmin. I really like you.”
A soft smile stretches across his lips. “I really like you.”
Seungmin presses a kiss against your hair. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in your ears and serves as the soundtrack playing as you fall asleep.
And the next morning, after Seungmin eats you out and then fucks you, when you come out of his room wearing nothing but his shirt, Hyunjin almost weeps.
"Finally!"
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・˳ . ⋆ guest starring Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Choso Kamo, Hiromi Higuruma, and Atsuya Kukasabe x Fem!reader ・˳ . ⋆
୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, 9some, groupsex, gangbang, saliva waste, nipple play, food play( whip cream), pet names( Angel, pretty baby, bunny, strawberry, etc.), bodily fluids( squirting, cum, bukkake), Halloween costume party( Geto and Gojo as König and Simon, Hiromi as a priest, Nanami as Patrick Bateman( not his idea), shiu and Toji as ghost face and Jason, Choso as Garu from Pucca, Atsuya as a sexy security guard, and finally you as playboy bunny with a sprinkle), anal play, tit job, foot job( unexpected or expected character), calve job( I don’t think that’s what it’s called), dirty talking, degradation and praise kink, daddy kink, again BUKKAKE, Nanami strokes Shiu’s dick while it’s in your throat( using you throat in a jerking motion basically), reader is hella flirty, jealous! Geto, cuck!geto, fingering, pussy eating, porn with plot( a little), p in v, let me know if I missed anything! Wc: 10k
Minors do not interact, 18+
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•゚Note from Salaciousdoll: Happy Halloween everyone, I was procrastinating on finishing this, but I had no choice since I know multiple people are here for either the aot vets or the last one. Therefore, to those that have waited, I give my love and candy to you all for your patience and I hope you like it <333. Also, this is my first gangbang/group sec fic in a minute, so bare with me!! Some of these may be ooc( this is your final warning before you click continue to read) and as always welcome to Day 6 of my kinktober and the last day of kinktober. After this, we’re on to no nut November!!!
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Halloween parties are filled with people finally getting the chance to show how slutty they can be. You loved Halloween so much, one of your favorite holidays. Halloween is the night of parties and horror mixed in one. October 31st is also the one night you experienced something you never thought you would agree to or be a part of. Something spectacular. Extraordinary. Extravagant. And most of all, sexy.
You were putting on your dark and light pink eyeshadow when Geto walked in your room with his costume and bags of candy he was going to sit out in the bowl for little kids to take, your idea since he hates being around a lot of people in general. You didn’t know what made you an exception, but you’re glad for it. The temple kisses he gives you everytime he sees you ensures your thoughts.
Geto walked to you and kissed your forehead from behind, sequentially spitting out your contour, “ fuck babe, you gotta let me know when you didn’t finish your makeup look, now all I could taste is that stuff you use.” His eyes were scrunched closed and his head was tilted to the side as he wiped his lips off with the back of his sweater. He looked so funny in the mirror that you couldn’t help but to laugh.
Your laughter calmed down, “ Sorry, Honey didn’t expect you to still kiss me while I’m doing my makeup, anyways what’s in that bag?”
Geto opened the bag and took out the costume in his hand, “ Got it just for you, like you asked.”
Gojo suddenly popped up behind him, “ With the courtesy of my help, of course.” Gojo pointed to his costume afterwards with a huge smile on his face, “ Guess who I am…” Satoru had on a white skull face mask on top of his white fluffy hair with green-army cargo pants and black combat boots to match. The black bulletproof vest hid his nipples well since he was shirtless. His green headphones sat on his neck as he smiled at you. Your vision of him dressing as Simon from COD came to life. You asked them to dress up this Halloween, so you wouldn’t be the only one dressing up tonight.
You couldn’t even get an answer out because of Geto rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, “ She knows already, dumbass. She’s the one who assigned these little costumes to all of us, did you forget already satoru?… nevermind don’t answer just get out so we can get dressed for this shit of a party.”
You laughed at Gojo whining about Geto being a hard ass and how he needs to lighten up on this special holiday. A holiday most don’t even consider to be a holiday. You started to blend in your makeup with your cheetah print robe on. Your Halloween costume was under the robe, so you really just had to wait for Geto to get dressed— luckily he showered before he left the house. Now you wait for him.
You heard him shuffling and moving on his side of the room away from the mirror. After the blending, you finished off the rest and lined your lips up prior to spraying on the setting spray.
You then got up and pulled out your pretty pink open toe platform heels. Slipping your feet into them— the robe following after revealing your custom made bunny costume with rhinestones on the edges and inner bunny ears. The vintage bunny costume was something you never saw yourself wearing until now. Such a beauty, thanks to the creator of them: Zelda Wynn Valdes, a black woman. Gotta love that for you.
Geto came out of the bathroom after brushing his hair in place, his long black hair flowing behind him with no shirt on and green cargo pants on. He put on a vest after, keeping it open for the cherry on top: black combat boots and a könig mask on top of his head. His pretty face was still visible for you and that’s enough.
You smiled at him and walked up to him with your tits jiggling with every step you took towards your man, “ You look so fucking good, but that’s not his full attire babe.”
He knew you were teasing him, so he smiled at you, “ And you look very, very delicious, can't wait to devour you tonight. Now give me a kiss, my pretty bunny.”
You almost squealed at his nickname but composed yourself when you heard a honk of a horn downstairs with a yell following afterward, “ Come on, love birds. Gotta party to get to and some ladies to meet!” Gojo only knew you two were ready because of Geto sending him a text telling him you two would be down stairs in two minutes once he was through getting dressed.
You sighed and grabbed your pink fur coat to wear over your outfit; about to put it on until Geto stopped you, “ Let everyone see what they can’t have. Want to show you off. Want you to show off” Your glossy lips stretched into a smile and you kissed him on his cheek letting the glossy lip print add to his look.
Suguru held up a white, short see-through robe with pink fur on the outline of it, the one you were supposed to wear with this costume, “ wear this one instead.”
You smiled and turned around so he could slip it on you. He then fixed your hair prior to grabbing your clutch— handing it to you. He watched you walk out with your heels clicking on the floor with every step you took. Geto was so lost in the way your legs looked in the white panty hose you wore with little rhinestones all over it. And your ass. Your ass looked so cute and plump with the bunny tail on the back of it. He was fucking lucky to have you. You may think tonight is everyone’s night, but Geto disagrees because tonight is all about you.
The transition to the house was fun, mainly because of Suguru playfully arguing with Satoru about any and everything. Their friendship was beautiful to you, so you just sat back in your seat and looked out the window. And because of that you didn’t notice either of them staring at you through the side of their eyes or in the rear view mirror.
Soon you three made your way into the club and looked around at everyone. You noticed people wearing all types of costumes: bananas, Frankenstein, cat suits, cheetah suits, bunny suits, playboy costumes like you, school girls, sailor men, sailor moon costumes, superheroes, manga villains, and etc. costumes. Wow they really went all out for this costume party satoru organized. Yes he showed up late to his own party at the big club you three were walking through now.
Geto held your hand as he brought you to the table a big group were at, one of them was a woman, your friend: Shoko. You slid into the booth beside her and hugged her.
“ You look so gorgeous, {reader}! Got questions for you, pretty girl. The first question is how did you get everyone to join in your get up with the costumes? I’ve tried since we were in college.”, Shoko yells over the loud music as she pours you a shot of rum to get your blood flowing for tonight.
You smiled at her, grabbing the shot glass in your pretty manicured hand, “ Can’t say, it’s a secret.”
Utahime heard you— now sitting next to Shoko on the other side of her— speaking up, “ what’s the secret of getting these knuckleheads besides Nanami and Hiromi to listen?”
Shoko looked over at the men, mostly Geto, Toji, and Gojo trying to get Nanami and Choso to drink. You chuckled at Choso pigtails and costume all together, he really dressed up as Garu from Pucca like you asked him. You then traveled your eyes to Nanami and shook your head letting out a little laugh, he was supposed to be Patrick Bateman but he just did his regular attire with a red dress shirt and zebra print tie. He didn’t even try, yet he still looked good.
You then turn your head to Utahime and smirked, “ They just do. Guys I don’t really control these men, they just do what I ask. Strangely without any objections.” Shoko and Utahime faces formed into tiny o’s of shock.
Shoko downed her drink- scrunching up her face afterwards. You laughed and downed your shot doing the same thing. Man, rum is not your kind of drink, where’s the { favorite drink} at.
“ You got all of them wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, I think I know why. Your aura tells me why.”, Meimei said standing at the end of the table with her braid in front of her face, she was cat woman. Shoko was a sexy devil and Utahime was a pure Angel.
Your eyes rolled at her presence since you didn’t like the actions she did. And she did a lot of them. Other than that, you can’t be a hater, so you say she looks good to which she just smiled at you and spoke to Shoko.
Shoko had a cigarette hanging off her mouth as she spoke to Mei mei, “ What do you know? Spill because there has to be some answer to how they all dressed up this year.”
You tuned them out as you eyed Shiu, who was dressed as ghost face from scream, from across the big space you all were stationed at in the V.I.P. Session. The mask on his head was positioned to the side of his face, he had small leaks of blood on his mask, face, and neck— you couldn’t tell if it was real blood or fake blood, knowing him he never got his hands dirty so it may be fake. As he was eyeing you, you noticed his rings on his hand illuminated from the disco ball light on the ceiling.
He was staring into your eyes as he took a long drag out his cigarette, the burn in his lungs wasn’t even bothering him as he kept his eyes and mind filled with you as the vision, besides he was used to the feeling. He has wanted you since he got introduced to you. He and Toji talked about you in more ways you couldn’t even imagine. You were a cutie to him and he wanted to feel your thick thighs clenching onto his head as he teased your pussy throughout day and night. “Geto don’t know how to handle a woman like that” was Toji saying to him whenever they talked about you in almost all of their conversations with just the two of them and he agreed with Toji everytime.
You broke eye contact when Geto came into his view, bending down to give you a kiss on your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world. He meant it when he wanted to show you off tonight. This was only the beginning though.
You broke the kiss and tilted your head at him in wonder of why he did that so abruptly. He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you to the bar to get another drink, “ Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”
You didn’t know why he asked that question since you both got here 25 minutes ago. His question had a tone you couldn’t comprehend especially when you’re beginning to feel a little dazed. You were a fucking lightweight when it came to drinking and hated it because your fun would have to end early every single time. Too afraid to go past your limit in fear of acting too out of character.
“ Sugu, what’s wrong? Why are you asking me that?”, you asked prior to taking two shots. He took two shots as well and let out a noise following the second one, kinda like a loud grunt.
“ You know why? Want to make sure you are alright because I didn’t like the way you two held eye contact with each other and thought he made you uncomfortable. Did he?”, Geto asks referring to Shiu eye-fucking you.
You laughed at how serious he sounded without meaning to, “ Honey, you’re jealousy is screaming right now.” You laughed again after that statement and grabbed his hand that was placed on the bar, “ You, mister, have nothing to worry about. He’s not the one I want. I want y-”
Geto turned to you with an expression you couldn’t figure out, “ do you think I haven’t noticed the exchanges you’ve had with everyone over these past couple of months. The hand touching with Satoru, flirting with Choso and touching his hair whenever he lets you.” He turned his body fully to you and opened his legs to pull you in between them by your robe, “ the eye fucking with Shiu, bantering with Toji over stupid and small things, the doe eyes of seduction at Nanami whenever he spoke to you, the batting eyelashes at Hiromi, and finally the giggles with Atsuya. Let’s not forget to mention the arguing with Naoya, teasing with Ijichi, and the explanations of lust with Kashimo.”
As he named all of them he continued with descriptions of you giving slow blinks to Shoko and the seductive smiles at Utahime. What a little sly fox you were. He leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “ what a little slut I’ve got on my hands, am I right? A slut who needs to be torn apart. Let me tear you apart by fucking you in the VIP rooms no one is allowed in. Let us tear you apart.”
You gulped and stared at him, music blocking out and you were now just staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Geto hands found their way up your body, tracing over the curves, humps, or rolls on your body making his way to your tits to enclose his hands, well try to enclose his hand around them.
Your mouth kept closing and opening like a fish— mind was gone. Too gone that you didn’t feel a presence behind you as you kept staring at Geto eyes. Geto started to play with your star-shaped diamond necklace in between your breasts, “ All you have to do is say the word and I could have this organized, darling. Your word against mine. Tonight is all about you.”
You gather up some spit from your dried up throat and slowly nod your head. Geto looked behind your shoulders and signaled Gojo to wrap his new black blindfold over your eyes. You were about to panic until you felt lips on your lips and then Geto’s voice followed afterwards, “ Relax, my pretty Angel. Grab my hand and let me guide you.”
You felt him grab your left hand and then felt him, no… someone else grabbed your right hand causing you to slightly jerk away. Gojo almost burst out laughing at the way you scooted closer to Geto in fear of another person grabbing your hand.
Geto squeezed your hand in reassurance, “ Trust me, darling.” You nodded and reached your hand out in front of you thinking that the person was in front of you now. Gojo was in front of you but was still beside you, so he grabbed your hand into his big, calloused hand. You tried to guess who hand you were holding the entire time you were guided in between Suguru and Satoru, gaining looks from curious and judging people around you all. It looked so suspicious and eye-catching from the bystanders point of view, Suguru thought you were lucky because you couldn’t see the people staring at them.
They were glad they made it to the room with multiple footsteps following behind. You couldn’t hear them because of the music still blaring loudly in the background because of the door being open. Soon, you heard the door shut and felt the robe on your body get taken off you. The sharp gasps and inhales were heard before you and you wanted to take off the semi-tight blind fold to see where the noises came from. The silence was awkward yet it intrigued you.
You gasp when you feel a rough, thick fingers being wrapped around your chest area and a voice following, “ You’re shaking pretty baby” That voice belongs to Gojo Satoru, the man you and Geto admired. Chuckles were heard around you and it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t figure out who was in this room with you.
“ Scared? Don’t be, doll.”, Toji's voice was heard from the right side of you, it sounded like he was a few feet away from you.
“ I don’t think you saying that is helping, let me.”, Nanami says, coming up behind you. You tried to turn your head to him as if you could look at him through the blindfold.
This action made Suguru grip on your jaw tightened, “ Keep your eyes forward, darling.”
Atsuya was next to talk as he sat on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, “ Yeah it’s not like you could see anyways so keep ya pretty head forward, will ya?” You were about to respond to him until you felt your body begin to get tighter around your arms that was stuck to your side by this thing wrapped around you. It was a rope most likely especially from the way it felt against your body. They finished tying you up and you only knew because of the taps they each gave you in your thighs. Your boobs were pushed up even more and your stomach enhanced even more from the way Suguru and Satoru tied up the top half of your body.
You soon felt a hand trace over the rough rope wrapped around your body causing your breath to get caught up in your throat. Nanami stood behind you with his body pressed into your back and his print on your bunny tail, heavy and thick. His lips touched the shell of your ear and your body was now visibly shaking before him, “ feel that? Feel our bodies touching… so warm together, now think of something warm. What makes you feel warm? Summer, bodies sitting next to each other, laying on top of each other, or a warm day in winter? Tell me, cupcake.”
Nanami then grabbed your tummy that was hidden by the vintage bunny suit you still had on, pulling your body further into him— giving you a hint towards your answer. You cleared your throat and answered his questions, “ Bodies next or on top of each other makes me warm, why?”
Nanami smiled at you and took off his jacket from behind you as Geto still stood in front of you admiring you from head to toe. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversations, hell majority of them weren't due to how amazing your body looked in shibari ropes.
“ Easing your mind, my little cupcake. It worked because you’re not shaking anymore. Nervous anymore. Most of all..”, Nanami says, trailing off with a kiss to your ear lobe.
Hiromi chimed in on the side of you and Nanami, further away from you two though, “ You’re comfortable with us now. Not a timid little girl in front of the pack of wolves anymore. Now let us take care of you.”
You finally let your head fall back onto Nanami’s shoulder as he traced little circles on the side of your thighs as he looked at Geto with a knowledgeable look. Geto and Gojo helped you out of your heels, putting them to the side. Your feet felt so cold through your panty hose you had on. Your feet were swept off the floor as Nanami walked you to the couch in his arms. His arms felt so huge around your stomach, you wanted to feel them but couldn’t because of your hands being tied to your sides.
He turned you around to him before gently sitting you on the couch in view of every man in this room with you. You were the star of the show and the apple of everyone’s eye. They watched your chest rise up and down, slow and erotically. Your lips were plumped and looked ready to accept any cock.
Geto smirked at his beautiful piece of art he managed to get in his arms, “ She’s all yours.” He was talking to everyone in that room and everyone knew he was serious about this. He was treating you like he was pimping you out and somehow it turned you on even more. He was letting other men use his woman in front of him. God, he was so perfect for you because this was your darkest desire for a minute.
Only part you worried about is if he’s going to look at you like you’re his treasure after tonight. Stupid mind of yours because of course he’s gonna still be in love with you after all, this was his idea from the start.
Toji was the first one up with his Jason mask on his head like a hat, “ Gonna need your warm mouth to warm me up like the good little slut Geto gloats about. You can do that right?” His boots were placed on the sides of your body and his crotch was in your face. Boots creasing into the luxurious, leather couch with no care in the world. He needed your mouth wrapped around his cock.
You could feel multiple eyes on you as you heard a zipper being unzipped and a hard object hitting the top of your head. You gasped as Toji laughed at your scrunched up eyebrows as a reaction to hit cock lying on your head, hard and ready to be sucked.
Everyone was indeed staring at you but somehow his gaze was more crucial than the rest. He pushed your head back so it’s against the couch, “ Open wide for me, doll.” You opened your mouth in a beautiful little o making him smirk,“ Now suck my dick like a good little dolly and I may reward you.” You tried to move your head forward to grab his dick in between your needy lips but it’s like he wasn’t near you.
Toji was playing a game with you as he moved back when your mouth neared the head of his cock. He darkly chuckled at your pathetic attempt to get him inside of your mouth again. Toji put two hands on the couch behind your head and leaned his hips back when you almost caught his tip inside of your mouth, “ Such a needy little whore. You want my cock that bad.”
You wanted to cry so bad because your pussy was beginning to ache because of his words and teasing actions, let alone the feeling of being watched. It was all too much for you that you were starting to get irritated and most of them could see it.
Choso came forward with the lingering of your temptations all around him, guiding him to get on his knees in front of your body squirming in frustration because Toji was still playing his little game with you. You stop moving and squirming when you feel big hands closing on your thighs as they pried them open.
You stupidly looked down and your hair got yanked back as a result of your curiosity with a dick pushed deep into your throat in sequence and consequence. Toji’s cock created a bulge in your throat— you tried to catch your breath but couldn’t because you soon felt the opening of your costume and panty hose be ripped open letting the fresh air hit your glistening pussy.
“ Fucking vixen you are, a commando slut. Hurry up, Choso I want a turn.”, You heard Shiu say in a low, gruff voice. You automatically knew he was either jerking off or just really thirsty for you. Meanwhile, Toji was fucking your face with neediness and dominance in one.
“ Fuck, your fuc-hahh.”, Toji moaned as your jaw locked in on him like he was in a Venus fly trap. Your hollow cheeks looked so pretty in his view, if only everyone could see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth.
Toji pulled out of your mouth just in time for Choso to spit on your pussy— marking himself on your body. Choso spit felt so warm on your cold pussy. Your pussy was cold from the air, which made you clench onto air. Choso used two fingers to spread your pussy apart, his thick and pierced tongue licked a stripe of your pussy causing you to moan.
All of them grunted, moaned, or cursed from hearing your moan.
You whimpered, “ Please— fuck my face.” Your whimpered out words were heard around the room and Toji definitely took that into consideration, so he pressed your head back into the couch and snapped his hips into your face, balls slapping your chin as he started to fuck your face with no mercy for your throat.
The sounds of balls slapping a wet chin along with gags and gargles filled the room. Toji's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his dick moved in and out of your smooth, wet mouth faster. Spit bubbles were starting to form on his cock due to the gargles you were producing from trying to moan at the feeling of Choso’s tongue ring twirling around your clit.
“ Choso, do take in mind that my Angel likes her pussy to be eaten messily. She’s such a whore like that so whenever someone doesn’t eat her out messily, she gets whiny and starts to squirm like she’s trying to do right now.”, Geto pointed to her when Choso stopped what he was doing to look at him. Choso looked back at your body. You looked like an actual whore squirming around with your clothes torn and spit dripping down your body from your mouth getting fucked.
Choso nodded and wrapped his hands around your thighs, well trying to fit his hand around them. He moved closer to your wet pussy and smirked to himself. He thought she was really pretty. Your pussy is like a piece of candy he saw at the top shelf of the candy store, pricey with pretty packaging now he gets to taste it. Your vision was starting to go black from how hard Toji was hitting the back of your throat and you were close to falling into conscious, but Choso’s face in your cunt woke you out of slipping into unconsciousness. Your gags were getting louder because of Choso flicking his tongue over your clit. The motion of his tongue was what you needed.
You tried to reach for his hair but the rope and Toji’s thrust was stopping you from doing anything, so all you could do is close your thighs around his head, eventually taking Choso to heaven because he dreamed of this and so has Shiu who was watching closely.
Gojo was palming himself inside of his camouflage pants letting out little whimpers here and there at you being used by two men. Nanami sat with his hands on his face, leaning over with his elbows on both of his knees watching the show in front of him. His hard on was pumping and was starting to hurt, but he can wait his turn. Hiromi, however, could not wait and neither could Atsuya. They needed to feel your hands on them some way or get their hands on you, doesn’t matter.
Geto was too busy setting up the camera on his camera to take care of his hard on inside of his green pants. He tried too hard to ignore the sounds of your gags and moans as they both took care of you.
Toji thrusted into your mouth two more times before pulling out— a string of saliva was dispersing off his cock from how much saliva you had in your warm toaster of a mouth. Toji was holding his wet cock in his hand in order to stop himself from cumming inside of your mouth and wasting his opportunity of cumming anywhere else on your body. Toji then gathered the spit lathered on his cock up into his hand just to smear it on and around your lips making you even more messier.
Your licked around your lips to taste what he put on your lips, your moans followed loudly with clarity to the men in the room. You were desperately moving your body up and down Choso’s thick tongue inside of your pussy like a dick fucking into you. His slurping sounds were loud and the spit forming all over your pussy and his face was turning you and him on a lot more now. Choso let go of one of your thighs to palm his bulge inside of his pants, he needed to be inside of you.
The curl of his tongue inside of you was enough for you to lift the upper half of your body off the couch with desperate whines following, “ Fuck meeee, I need more. Mmmphh!” You couldn’t believe how whiny you were sounding but when you have a fat tongue inside of your pussy and a silver ball attached to it, anything can happen.
Choso did one more circle of his tongue around the insides of your pussy before dragging his tongue up your pussy to your clit, sucking on it with loud noises following. His moans on your pussy as he ate you out were so pretty to you and you were close.
He knew you were because of how your body started shaking and your hips dragging up and down more desperately. Choso moved a little to let Shiu hurry and take his place once he moved.
Choso sucked on your clit one last time causing you to moan loudly at the abuse he was doing to your clit.
You felt his mouth detach from your clit and felt another person's mouth on your pussy. His tongue was more rough and sloppy than Choso’s, way more sloppy. You tried to sit up, yet the person didn’t let you because he held your stomach down with one hand whilst his other hand moved to the opening of your pussy. His fingers pushed inside of you causing you to open your mouth letting out a moan so pretty that Geto was glad he caught it on camera so he could jerk off to it later.
While Shiu was devouring your pussy with his long tongue and thick lips, you felt two other presences on the side of you. They both helped pull down the top of your costume just below your tits. Nanami eyed your tits with lust, lust that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was a preserved man and didn’t focus on getting his dick wet like the rest of these men. So it was only you that was on his mind, in his view, everything. He now understood why Geto was obsessed with you when he looked back up at your face. Face of an Angel being pleasured by demons of lust.
He watched the way your throat moved when you let out little whimpers and moans at Shiu eating your pussy like a starved man. He loved hearing you moan out names too, one day he’ll get you to moan his name all night long if Geto lets him have you.
Meanwhile, Hiromi loved the sight of your tits and needed to see them with whip cream on them, so he grabbed some out of the little frigerator on the far side of the room. Geto was a genius for this one little thing. Hiromi came back and sprayed some whip cream on your right tit causing you to whimper at the coldness of the cream. Hiromi threw the can behind him and licked off all the whip cream off your tit, cleaning up every last bit of it before sucking on it. For someone dressing up as a priest, he sure is acting in sin right now.
Nanami could hear the sucking sounds coming from Hiromi on the other side of him and the slurping from Shiu down below. It was only right he joined and he did by taking your other nipple in his mouth. Nanami’s mouth was attached to your pretty nipples and his tongue was swirling around your nipples as his mouth was attached, adding on to the pleasure you were receiving.
Your head was thrown back on the couch, you were feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and needed to touch any of the three men attacking your body with their lips, “ mmmph, this fe-eels sooo good.”
Hiromi loved the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure. He wished he could capture the way your face transforms with different expressions especially when he grazed your nipples with his teeth on purpose. Your boob felt so heavy in his hand and he was in love with them. Wanted to suffocate in them if he got the chance. Hiromi’s hand traveled down to your stomach, squeezing it causing you to gasp.
The feeling of being squeezed, licked, and sucked on by all three men was beginning to stimulate you. As soon as Shiu warm, wet mouth planted itself on your clit with his tongue spelling something you couldn’t even comprehend because your mind was too stimulated, your head crashed into the couch again and your body thrashed around in desperation to get away.
Your moans were soon captured with Gojo’s lips as he kissed you whilst leaning over the couch to capture your lips in an upside down kiss.
“ atta girl! she’s a fucking squirter. I called it.”, Toji says like a proud scientist presenting his latest discovery. He was sitting on the couch before you four and watched as Shiu tried to capture all of your squirt in his mouth.
Geto rolled his eyes at Atsuya pulling out a 20 dollar bill to give to Toji.
Atsuya scoffed as he saw Toji hand in a gimme motion, “ You’re lucky this time. Don’t forget that you still owe me 10 dollars because of her costume choice.”
The slurping and muffled screams stopped as you came down from your high. As Atsuya was giving over his 20 dollars, Shiu was detaching his lips from your jumping clit. He smirked at your pussy crying for him, “ You did so well, bunny. Such a pretty pussy you have.”
You whimpered as Gojo tongue explored your mouth, sloppily licking around your mouth with his tongue. He wanted more of you, needed more. Nanami and Hiromi both let go of your nipples with a string of saliva left behind as they released your nipples out of their wet mouths.
Surprisingly your nipples were still hard but this time covered with saliva. Their saliva. They couldn’t wait to fuck you like their little slut. There’s a reason why these two men are preserved and to look like they’re stressed out all the time. They don’t release their frustration anywhere, so tonight’s the night they will. All thanks to you.
Gojo planted one last kiss on your plump and bruised lips. Bruised from his kissing is the best kind. He was magnificent at kissing, sloppy but beautiful. Everyone started to back up as Geto came forward with a smirk on his face as he watched your body move up and down. You were helplessly tied up right now and he knew you liked it that way. Too bad it’s gonna end right now.
He took off the ropes after a few twists and pulls. Once you felt the ropes come off your body, you felt sad and relieved. Following after was the blindfold on your eyes. As soon as they came off, your eyes squinted because of the light above you. Once you regained your vision back, your eyes moved to in front of you and you shyly looked down again. You couldn’t help but to do that because having this many sexy men in the room with you was too much.
Geto footsteps were heard as he walked around the couch in the back of you. He chuckled, pulling your chin up to face the men who looked at you like you were a little red riding hood and they were the wolves waiting for your next move.
“ Come on, Angel. Don’t get shy now. Actually, when have you ever got shy, is this because these are the men you’ve been slutting yourself out to even when I’m standing right there with you?”, Geto asked from above you since he was still standing behind you but now leaning down a little to stare at your head and face.
Your lips puckered and your right leg started to shake up and down, this time Choso took note of this because he knows how it feels to be nervous. So he insists, “ Suguru maybe blind fold her again, she’s too sh—”
Geto shook his head, “ No, she’s just fine. She isn’t shaking because of anxiety Choso, nooo. She’s shaking her leg in impatience. She’s a sly fox who gets everyone to believe she’s shy, innocent, and so forth but nooo she’s a dirty slut on the inside and now on the outside. Show them how much of a devilish whore you can be, Angel.”
It's like something in you snapped when he pointed that out, like he put a battery in your back to energize you up. You opened up your mouth to speak, “ I want all of you, right here and now. Fuck me.”
Those words set fire to all the men around you. Men in different costumes: ghost face, Simon ‘ghost’, könig, Jason, a priest, a supposed Patrick Bateman, Garu, and a security guard. All for you.
Toji came over to lift you up and you gladly wrapped your legs around him, “ fuck, doll. Your pussy caused that, look down.” You looked to the side and down at the big wet stain on the couch with a smile on your face. Toji kissed your neck as he still held you up in his arms not caring how much you weighed, “ Thank you for proving that asshole wrong now lemme give you my award.”
Toji walked backwards to the couch opposite of the one you were on and landed on the couch with you on top of him. Your bare pussy was on top of his pants that had the zipper open. Toji couldn’t wait to be inside of you so he took out his hard cock and you lifted up to sink right back down taking half of him inside before stopping when you couldn’t take anymore, “ Mmmm, I can’t take anymore, Toji. Let me ride like this.”
Toji's eyes narrowed, “ You think you got the upper hand here?” He smacked your ass right as Gojo chuckled from behind you, “ I think she thinks she has the upper hand, how foolish of you, pretty baby.”
Gojo’s big hands came down on your shoulders and Toji’s big hands enclosed themselves on your love handles with some of your tummy spilling over his hand. They both helped you take all of Toji’s cock watching as you whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed full in your pussy.
Toji’s groan was ruff but pretty, “ just like that, now you’re full of me, hope you enjoyed the last of your breath because it’s about to be taken in three, two, on-”
Your head suddenly got dragged to the side of Toji’s head to Shiu’s cock. Shiu’s cock smelled so good and looked like he tasted so good. You wanted him in your mouth so bad. In the back of your mind, you were honestly surprised that a man besides Suguru dick smelled good and natural.
Your mouth watered and just as it did he shoved you down on his cock with a loud guck sound following. He was about to brutally fuck your throat and you were gonna love every second of it. Meanwhile, Toji was slowly moving inside of you, teasing your pretty cunt. A cunt that was sucking his dick in. “ Such a tight, needy cumt you have”.
“ Hey, Suguru, pass the lube over here. Need to prep her before she takes it up the ass like a good girl right?” The way he stretched the “right” sent your pussy fluttering around Toji’s cock. Your eyes widened when you felt the rest of your panty hose from behind get ripped by Gojo’s hand.
Shui’s head was thrown back as you gagged on his cock eagerly, “ She takes cock like a pro, fuck ye-uughhh.” He was an undercover moaner, perfect for you as you slurped on his cock.
Gojo slapped your ass prior to dripping the lube he got from Suguru on your other hole. The cold liquid felt so good dripping down your hole and soon his finger rubbing in circles felt the same way. Nanami couldn’t wait any longer and neither could Kukasabe, so they both dropped their pants to get handjobs from you. You took Nanami’s cock in your hand as he stood next to Shiu whose head was thrown back in bliss.
Your head started to bob up and down even faster and once you started to move your head in a circular motion, Shiu was done for. Nanami looked over at him and chuckled at how his eyes crossed from the head you were giving to him. His chuckling stopped when your hand started to tighten on his cock as you stroked him up and down.
Atsuya guided your other hand to his cock, you so eagerly took in your hand— stroking him at the same pace you were stroking Nanami. Both of their heads flew back as they let out low groans or moans at the way your hand was working their cocks.
Gojo was focused on the way your hole took in his finger as your loud moans were vibrating off Shiu’s cock. “ Such a cute little hole, you’re telling me you’ve been keeping this all to yourself Suguru.”
Choso hissed as he stroked his cock to the scene in front of him. You were being used and it was only going to get better from here.
Geto shrugged his shoulders and Hiromi scoffed, “ a selfish man indeed.”
“ oh shut up, you would keep her to yourself as well if she looked how my Angel looks.”, Geto throws out while you were getting your pussy spilt open and fucked perfectly. Gojo needed to get a fill of your pussy and ass, in response he slid his finger in and out your ass opening it up for him. Once he saw you relax, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his dick out to lay it against your ass.
Nanami started to fuck into your hand and Gojo saw and wanted to poke fun at the man like he always do, “ Her hand must feel good to have someone like you fuck it. Her pretty fingers are getting you off aren’t they? How long has it b-”
“ Shut the hell up, I don’t need to hear your voice when all we should be- aahhh- hearing her moans. Let the lady get her spotlight.”, Nanami speaks out as he suppressed his moans when your hand started to twist around his cock.
Gojo threw his hands up as the rest of the men chuckled, “ you’ll hear her moaning in a moment, Nanami.” Gojo pushed his thick cock into your pussy cussing you to release Shiu’s cock from your mouth letting out a loud moan. Gojo looked up at Nanami with a smug look, “Like right now”.
“ Aughh- aaahhh it hurts. It hurts.”, you moaned in pain. Gojo kissed the back of your shoulder while Toji licked your chest as he stilled for a moment to let you and Gojo adjust.”
“ Shhh I know, I know. I can stop if you want, say the word and you got it, strawberry pearl.”, Gojo whispered in your ear as he dick now pulsed inside of you.
Your teeth bit your bottom lip in reaction to both dicks being inside of you. You wanted to cominute so you didn’t say anything, just wiggled to get more of him inside. Gojo smiled and started to move inside of you slowly. Toji smacked your ass, “ Hold still f’us doll. Need to get all the way Inside.” You did as he said and moaned at how they both rubbed your insides just right. You felt like you could feel every vein on their dicks.
Shiu shoved your head back on his cock, holding onto your head as he fucked into your mouth, hard and fast. Your arms were starting to get tired so Nanami helped guide your hand up and down his length as he thrusted in and out of your hand at a fast pace. As opposed to Atsuya who just sat back and let you do all the work, such a gentleman.
Toji waited until Gojo was all the way in before he gave him a head nod. Gojo held onto your love handles or hips tightly digging his nails into you as he started to pound inside of you. As he moved in, Toji moved out and this repeated. Both snapping their hips into you almost tearing you apart and surprisingly, it's like you wanted them to do it too.
“ Atta girl, mouth full of cock just like your pussy.”, Gojo taunts as he shrugged off his vest leaving him in only his green camouflage pants and boots. He fucked you with his Simon mask on his head. You wished he had it on his face.
“ Can’t wait to gape her pretty little ass like the slutty little doll she is told to be. Such a pretty slut taking our cocks like this.”, Toji says with a grunt at the end when you start to tighten with both of them inside of you—pushing their cocks together like two thick sticks laying on top of each other because of the rainstorm.
Your throat felt like it was being poked fast everytime Shiu snapped his hips into you. Nanami started to jerk your throat with his large hand that had his watch on his wrist. Shiu almost felt like he was going to pass out if Nanami did it even faster. Fuck this was so unexpected and hot. “ Shit. Shit. Shit. If you both keep fucking, aahh.” Nanami didn’t know what came over him when he did that. He just saw the bulge in your throat and wanted to touch it. If Shiu can get a bulge in your throat then he damn sure can as well, maybe even longer than his.
You felt liquid squirt on your hand from the left side of you. Atsuya couldn’t take seeing you do to work on everyone’s cocks like a pornstar he was obsessed with. He came before everyone and knew he was gonna be the laughing stock of the future get togethers they have but if cumming in your hand was the price then he’ll gladly let them laugh it up, “ Fuck sweetheart, such a good little hand you have there.”
Your mouth was getting tired and so was your hands. Nanami felt it so he snatched his cock out of your hands at the same time as Shiu snatched his cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp from you.
Nanami held your hair up balled into a ponytail to admire your face and Shiu let out a deep breath wiping the spit off your mouth just to put it back into your open mouth.
“ So fucking pretty”., Shiu exclaims.
“ Yeah she’s very beautiful in this view”., Nanami agrees.
Your eyes were beginning to water from Toji and Gojo fucking into you, “ mmhhh, it feels soooo good. I don’t think I can tak— oohhhh.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they both swirled their hips as they pounded inside of your sloppy cunt. You let go just then the and there by squirting on both of their dicks causing both to pull out just enough to let it all out.
“ Damn, her pussy is too fucking perfect. She squirting on me so prettily, should’ve made the bet with you, old man.”, Gojo moans as he moves in and out of your squirting pussy.
Toji got irritated at the insult Gojo gave him because he wasn’t old, which made him take his anger out on your poor pussy. He scooted a bit lower, just enough to fuck into you at a different pace Gojo was going— mixing up your insides like you never had it
“ Fuck off, Satoru. Now back to you little doll, how do you like that pussy getting abused by my cock. After all it’s my dick that made you squirt right?”, Toji ended his question with a slap to your ass causing you to jerk forward with a cry of pain and pleasure mixed.
You couldn’t even answer because your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and your head was filled with nothingness. It was a scary and horny feeling. Satoru grabbed your stomach as Nanami and Atsuya massaged your tits with their big hands. You were feeling pleasure and touched all around.
So much that you started to cream around their dicks making them slide in and out of you a little more easier. Once satoru saw this, he laughed, “ oh look at how she’s creaming on our dick Toji, we both know I added to that one, let’s call it how it is.”
Gojo’s hands gripped your tummy and his chest was now connected to your back, “ Awnnn it’s a weak spot for you, isn’t it? Having your stomach touched or gripped is your weakness, yeah. Let’s see how long you last, pretty baby.”
Geto was enjoying the scenery so much that he was edging himself like he usually does when you’re off on vacation or doing something else, away from him.
Gojo bites your shoulder as he pounded into you, flowing in sync with Toji.
“ uuuhnnn, it’s coming. M’cummin. M’cummin. M’cummin!!”, You screamed out before Shiu stuck his finger in your mouth. They all watched how you shake on Gojo’s and Toji’s dick in your cunt. Gojo pulled out just in time before he was about to cum inside of you. Ultimately, stopping himself from cumming.
Toji kept fucking you through your orgasm causing you to open your mouth in a silent O with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was beginning to be too much for you and you were starting to see black.
Geto sighed and came up from behind you after Gojo patted him on the back walking away afterwards. “ The joys of having a slut like this one. You could fuck her until she says the magic word. Our magic word, isn’t that right, Angel?”
You nodded like you were being mind controlled to nod your head. Toji pulled out of you and was about to cum on your stomach, but Geto put his finger on his hole stopping him from cumming, “ Wait until the end, Toji. Save the best part for last. He looked at the men in front of him and then turned to them behind him, “ This goes for all of you. Want to see this pretty little slut covered in cum, preferably similar to a canvas, my beautiful art in the end.”
Toji's head rolled when geto stopped his cum from flowing out, he liked being edged even when he never did that at all until now. He just couldn’t believe Geto had the audacity to touch his dick and stop him from cumming. Such a vile man.
Toji scoffed and lifted you up to place you back down on the couch, he looked at Geto with a scowl, “ Boner kill.”
Geto gave him a close eyed smile before picking you up in bridal format to walk you where Gojo laid on the pool table— by the wall. “ Take her ass and I’ll take her pussy. The rest can join but this pussy is mine for the rest of the night. She’s been too naughty.”
Your eyelashes were falling off because of how much you were crying and your mascara was running down your face. Geto smiled when he saw your reaction to Gojo slowly moving past your tight ring of muscle with closed eyes. He moaned as he slipped inside of you, “ Ssss’ good. So good. Fucking perfect little ass you got on you.”
“ Hear that, Angel. Gojo thinks the ass that I fucked in the past is perfect. And indeed, he is right. Your ass is perfect but not as perfect as your, Geto moved to squat on the table to line himself up against your pussy and when he slammed himself inside he moaned at your pussy instantly gripping onto him, Pussy.” He finished off his sentence with another moan escaping his throat.
They both moved in sync with your cries and pleas in the background. Geto threw his head back when the tip of his thick cock started to kiss your cervix repeatedly with a string of wetness in between his tip and your cervix each time he thrusted in and out.
The rest of the men got up and circled around the three. Toji hopped on the table to get on his knees beside your head, “ come on, doll, my dick is lonely without your hand.”
Choso stayed by your feet that was wrapped up in your white panty-hose, he needed to feel your feet on his dick, so he grabbed your feet and connected his dick to the soles of them fucking himself on your feet. It felt so different and good to you that you just let him. Foreign feeling indeed. What’s even more foreign was his pretty whimpers following, “ fuck. Fu-Uhh.”
Atsuya bent your leg to slide his lube up cock in between your calves and thighs, muffling his moan with a bite of his lips, “ Mmmmph.”
You then felt your tits being groped together before a cock moved in and out, the cock was heavy and thick and once you looked up your eyes connected with Hiromi’s big pretty eyes, “ That’s it, you have such pretty tits. A slut indeed. A pretty titty slut.”
Nanami crossed his leg over you, now standing in front of your face with his dick out. He grabbed your hair in a tight ponytail. Your moans were growing louder at the feeling of your body being used by all of these men and with that, Nanami’s thick, long cock slid in your mouth like a cold popsicle waiting for your mouth to warm and suck it up. “ Shit, think she’s perfect for this.”
Shiu guided your hand to his dick and you worked your magic on Toji’s and his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pretty hand jerking off his cock. Toji did the same with his hair covering his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent o.
Once everyone got comfortable, you were in for it. Every push and pull out Gojo and Geto did was a dance they synchronized together. You couldn’t handle Gojo’s long cock inside of your ass filling you up and you couldn’t handle Geto’s thick cock inside of your pussy. Everything was too much and too good.
It felt like every part of your body was being admired and fucked right now and you loved it. “ Mmgh, mmmmphhh.”, You moaned in gargles because of Nanami fucking your throat with the need of Cumming into it. The bubbles that were forming around his dick as he snapped his cock into your needy, wet mouth 9( a fuck hole. He wasn’t usually this harsh with you or any woman but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion.
Choso was in a limbo state of mind as he fucked the covered sole of your feet, “ fuck, she’s such a good girl for letting me do this shit. I- I can’t help myself.” They all knew he had something weird to him, they finally found it out. He was a feet guy. What they didn’t know is it’s not true, something was whispering into his ear once he saw your feet dangling as Geto and Gojo fucked you.
Now for Atsuya, that was true. He’s a weird man. The weirdest out of all of them. There’s no denying that one.
Toji groaned out a loud moan before cumming into your hand and on your arm, “ Fu-uhhghhh-ckkk, she take cock so well, she’s a trained little whore.”
Shiu was next and his cum shot over your tits and hand, “ shit, shit, sh-uhhhhgh. You’re fucking right. So damn right.” They both finished first before any of the men. Geto smirked and held onto your stomach fucking you without no mercy, he wished he could see your tears pouring down your eyes like Nanami is. He wished he could see your tits moving up and down at he and Gojo’s thrusts. God, he wished he could kiss you.
“ Take it, Angel. Want you to feel your insides raveling before cumming on my dick. Matter of fact, you can take more from me, can’t you?”, Geto muses as he rolls his thumb over your pretty clit.
Your body was voluntarily shaking right now and soon it went limp. So now, you were limp and out of your mind as they continued to use you. You loved this and never wanted it to stop.
Neither does Gojo, who felt your hole taking the shape of his dick, “ aaahnnn, Suguru, keep doing that. She’s gonna fucking milk my cock at this rate. Such a fucking naughty little slut.”
Your slurps and gargles were loud now and the sound of balls hitting the chin was growing faster. Nanami was now cradling your head with his big hands as he moved your head up and down his cock, “ I sincerely wish you two would shut up. A lady is talking. You’re - holy shit!! Think I’m gonna cum.”
Nanami held your head against his pelvis letting any breath that you had, have no chance of escaping. His blonde hair was now covering his forehead as sweat glands started to build up around his forehead and run down his face.
Hiromi knew he was about to cum so he moved his tits up and down his cock, releasing a loud groan when he came in the middle of your tits, his head hitting the back of Nanami’s back. Both breathing loudly as you milk all of their cum out their bodies.
“ M’gonna cum. I wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad. Please please please please.”, Your moans were loud and once your body felt the ribbon cut loose on your insides, your orgasm hit you hard and powerful. So powerful that you squirted out water and cream on suguru’s dick and some of it hit his green pants.
Gojo and Geto pulled out of you making everyone else stop as well as they watched you shake miraculously. Geto dragged you down to the floor and they all stood around you with the exception of those who already came on your body so it was only Geto, Gojo, Choso, And Atsuya left.
You closed your eyes when you felt Atsuya cum hit your face, close to your right eye. You were still shaking by the legs because you didn’t have enough time to get over your orgasm because theirs was coming as well.
Choso’s cum followed by spraying your chest, lips, and nose, “ fuckkkkkkk, damn! Such a pretty face you got. Ughnnnn.” His cum was drippy and he had lot of it.
Geto and Gojo were next and they both jerked each other off which made your pussy convulse at the sight. They were so hot doing this especially with the little whimpers and moans coming from them.
You licked the cum on your lips and spoke in a low, seductive voice, “ That’s it, cum on me. Cum on me like your personal toy.”
Gojo whimpered out his words, “ oooohhhh, fuck yes. Keep talking.”
And you did while holding eye contact with Geto who was stroking Satoru with a twisting combo he learned from how you did him, “ Cum on me like your personal slut. Your cum whore. Your cum dump.” Once you said the last sentence, you happily closed your eyes as both of them came onto your face at the same time. White and clear cum was all over your body. You smelled like sex and loved it for some reason.
Geto's body was jerking and shaking as he came and Gojo’s body was stuck as his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.
“ Such a perfect little bunny. Pleasing all your- hnnghhh- daddies so good.”, Geto moaned as his cock finally stopped Cummin on your body.
You shakily raised up to kiss your Satoru’s dick first and then Geto’s cock of their tips, “ Thank you for the candy, daddy.” Your eye contact with Geto caused him to lean over and kiss you without a care in the world if your face was filled with other men cum. The camera recorded everything and he was going to show the video to Kashimo, Sukuna, Naoya, and Ijichi, the other men you were flirting with, with your consent first. Let them know they can be a part two only with your consent of course.
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CL16 | Is It Over Now? | pt.4
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pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader
genre: social media au
summary: you and charles have been everyone's fave couple on the grid, but when you somewhat unexpectedly break up, you turn to songwriting to cope with the pain
face claim: léon
a/n: all songs mentioned are by léon and some of taylor’s from the vault. also a massive thank you to my part time french teacher @xeresmalfoy for helping out and checking my grammar ❤️
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y/n: Your reaction to Is It Over Now? has been nothing short of incredible. I feel your love 🤍 And that’s why I decided to give some of that love back to you. Besides my new music video, we’ve been secretly rehearsing for a special little something… 
It’s been a busy couple of weeks but I’m very excited to announce that I will be playing three small, intimate “one night only” shows in London (7/11), Paris (7/12) and New York City (7/15) next week. I can’t wait to see some of you there, let’s make it a good one x
🔗 Link to tickets in my bio!
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sophiet: Yasss girl🔥see ya next week😘
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landonorris: Surely friends will get a discount, no?
y/n: Hmm… we’ll see
yourmanager: No.
user7: i can’t waittttt!!!!!! see you in new york 😍❤️
user8: y/n really said i’m gonna use my pain and turn it into a creative outlet and i think that’s so beautiful and inspiring ♥️
user9: I CANT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO GET TICKETS
user10: omggg you’re so lucky they sold out so fast
user11: yeah i was too late :(((
user10: hopefully y/n will do a bigger tour🤞🤞
y/n: Sooooonnnnn 🤫
user10: OMFG
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wagsf1update: Pierre, Kika, Charles and Maddy attend day eight of Wimbledon!
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user23: charles and pierre look so gooddd 😍😍😍
user24: clone is cloning
user25: the way charles was only really talking to pierre during the game
user26: maddy and charles look so happy and in love in those pictures……. NOT
user27: so far i haven’t seen either of them smile in each other’s presence 
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alex_albon: Our professional opinion: this new up an coming artist was not too bad 🧐 (and fun fact: her post-concert cravings are REAL)
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y/n: Omg Alex…
y/n: DID YOU HAVE TO POST THAT PICTURE
alex_albon: Yes
danielricciardo: Starving performer devours a burger 🍔 by alex.jpg
lilymhe: I told alex not to do it but he never listens to me
alex_albon: I can’t help that’s what she looks like when she eats
carlossainz55: This is true, I’ve witnessed this myself
y/n: I hate all of you
maxverstappen1: But secretly you still love us
y/n: Careful champ, there’s a fine line between love and hate
landonorris: Go on, please hate them so I will get all the love since I’m the only one here taking the banger pics
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y/n: London was an absolute dream. Thank you for an unforgettable night❣️à demain Paris 🇫🇷
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user18: absolute dream? ABSOLUTE FIRE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
user19: BEST. NIGHT. EVER.
user20: it was emotional but oh so fucking powerful
user21: say don’t go is my new favorite song, i love it so much 😭❤️
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user21: you were spectacular!!!!! please come back soon 
user22: j'ai hâte de vous voir demain, j'attends de vous voir en live depuis des années!!🙊💕 
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12 July
It was late. Way past midnight. Maddy had already gone to bed a few hours ago. But Charles was still up, slouched on the couch in his five-star suite, a frown edged deep into his forehead.
He silently scrolled through his social media, switching from Twitter to Instagram to Twitter and back to Instagram again. You'd just posted new photos of your show in London tonight, looking as beautiful as ever.
The stage was where Charles knew you felt most comfortable, somewhere you weren’t scared to open up your heart and be vulnerable. The atmosphere you were able to create during your concerts couldn’t be put into words. It was truly something one of a kind. The way you effortlessly connected with the audience… it always left him speechless and usually with a wide, beaming smile.
In other words, he would never tire of watching you perform.
Charles had always been proud of you. And still, as he sat there reading through the thousands of posts by your fans and even some by his colleagues, he couldn’t help but feel that same sense of pride swell inside of him. 
Though, that pride was mostly overshadowed by a feeling of intense guilt. Guilt that kept nagging at him ever since the moment you’d packed your bags and left his apartment with tears running down your cheeks. His heart clenched painfully as Charles thought back to that particular day. It was his fault. All of it. He had been stupid. No, beyond stupid. It had started out as a drunken mistake. But you can’t make a drunken mistake twice, let alone thrice. 
When you’d found out and had confronted Charles, he hadn’t denied it. And in that moment, he’d witnessed that last bit of hope you’d stubbornly clung to, shatter before his eyes. Along with your heart and your trust. 
As the reality of the situation had slowly dawned on him, he’d gone completely numb. Charles had wanted to fight for you harder, but he hadn’t. If he had, his current situation could’ve possibly been entirely different. Your new song—which he had already listened to three times—made that perfectly clear.
But he had decided on another path. A decision that resulted from losing the love of his life by his own hand. Did it make any sense? To choose to stay with the girl he’d betrayed you with? In his loneliness it had made some weird type of sense. Because if there was one thing Charles couldn’t handle well, it was being alone. And boy, he’d never felt more alone than when you’d closed that door behind you, making him believe there was no longer hope for a future together.
Now, all he wanted was to focus on moving on and stick to his decision to be with Maddy. Was he in denial about his true feelings and the pain he tried to bury deep inside of himself? Perhaps. Probably.
Charles was still mindlessly scrolling when Maddy emerged from the bedroom, leaning against the wall studiously. He hadn’t even heard her until she cleared her throat, speaking to him softly but with a tinge of annoyance. 
“Charles, are you finally coming to bed?”
“Ouais, je serai là dans une minute,” he answered absentmindedly.
Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.
She rolled her eyes. “How often do I have to tell you: speak English. I’ve no clue what you’re saying.”
“Mhm, désolé…” 
Charles paused, quickly looking up as he realised his mistake. 
“Seriously,” Maddy scoffed.
He winced at her irritated look. There was no denying Maddy had a temper, her moods changing as quick as lightning. The countless fights Charles and her had had in the past few months were enough proof of that.
“Sorry,” he tried again.
She huffed, stomping away in the direction of the suite’s bedroom, harshly closing the door behind her.
He rubbed his temple, sighing. He was just tired. And speaking in his native tongue when he was tired or upset was something he did without thinking. 
Years ago, you’d quickly figured that out as well. However, you never judged him for it. No, you were understanding, trying to acquaint yourself with his language to understand him better. To be there for him. In the end, you knew him so well that you could almost always accurately read him, the language barrier between you no longer an issue. Not that it had ever been one in the first place.
He thought back to one of the tweets he’d read before Maddy had come barging in. 
‘Charles made the biggest mistake of his life. I hope he realizes it.’
He squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head lull back against the couch’s headrest. And just like he’d done ever since that fateful day, he willed all of his doubts, guilt, and pain into a neat little box, unable to face them. Charles sighed again, pushing himself to his feet, wearily following in Maddy’s footsteps towards their shared bedroom. But as his hand hovered over the door handle, one single truth echoed through him, unwavering.
Oui, he thought. Je le comprends. 
Yes. I do realize it.
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ezrasbirdie · 6 months
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observations [joel miller x neurodivergent f!reader]
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summary: You're not like the other girls, but it'd be easier if you were. Joel Miller doesn't see it that way. ratings/warnings: T [lots of feelings of insecurity, reader is neurodivergent, this very soft, Joel is very soft, reader is in her 30s, Joel is in his 50s] wc: ~2k a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! this was a present to myself on Joel's birthday lol. I've been having some feelings lately and I needed to work them out. Like why go to therapy when I can write fic, I guess. Jk I am looking for a new therapist as we speak ANYWAY this is me like opening my chest up and showing you my soul so I hope it's helpful to someone.
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You want to like Jackson. You want to like its bustling town square and the cute little storefronts. You want to like the colorfully painted houses in the neighborhoods on the outskirts of its tiny downtown. It reminds you of a snow globe, frozen in time, immune from the horror of the rest of the world. 
It should be an oasis, and you should be thankful you stumbled upon it when you did. And you are thankful. You’d fall to your knees with gratitude if Maria Miller requested it. 
The problem is the people. 
Okay, not the people of Jackson. It’s just people. It’s always other people, anywhere you go. Infected you can deal with; understand them, even. Their motives are clear—they want to tear you apart and infect you. 
People, however, are not so simple, and they never have been.
In the early days, when everyone struggled to stay alive long enough to find their next meal, all social norms and niceties flew out of the window. Introductions were short and to the point, small talk was a luxury no one could afford, and there was no time for interests or hobbies or long conversations. Everyone was too fucking traumatized for any of it. 
Most people still are.
But Jackson, in its little snow globe with its electricity and hot water and dances on the weekends—this place is different. The social norms returned, and you found yourself amongst kind people that you could not for the life of you figure out how to communicate with. 
You've always been different. 
Your parents called you quirky. Strange, interesting, marched to your own beat, whatever—you were different, and growing up there were plenty of people who made sure you knew it. Even the adults let you know how odd you were. Even when you tried to be like everyone else. 
Especially when you tried to be like everyone else. 
When you arrived here five years ago, you observed everyone, listened quietly to their conversations and how they spoke to each other, picked up common phrases they used, and built a patchwork mask out of it. 
It was a spectacular failure. 
So you tried being yourself, and they didn’t like that, either. 
No one is ever overt about their discomfort with you, but you’d learned a very long time ago what it means when someone says, “You’re so enthusiastic!” with a furtive eye roll at whoever they’re with. 
So you spend most of your time with your mouth shut, nodding thoughtfully at whatever the other person’s saying.
“You’re a good listener,” they say, and you thank them for such a nice compliment. 
They’re all very kind to each other, and even polite to your face, but all the invitations to their dances and bonfires never seem to make it to you. You can count on one hand the number of times someone’s willingly invited you to anything.
No one has anything bad to say about you, not really. You’re fine in an abstract way. The concept of you is perfectly likable—loveable, even. But the actual person? The real you? She’s always a bit too much. She has a terrible habit of misjudging the closeness of relationships. She’s too loud, too chatty, too domineering. Too weird.
And they all know it. 
Ellie Williams might be your only friend. She is all of seventeen years old, so you’re not entirely sure what that says about you. She’s the only person who seeks you out, usually with her guardian trudging behind her. 
Joel isn’t much of a talker. He seems to prefer watching you and Ellie talk with what you can only describe as polite disinterest. He shifts on his feet, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes dart around like he’s looking for trouble. You want to tell him you understand, but there is no trouble; that he’s safe and so is Ellie. But you bite your tongue because you don’t know either of them well enough to blurt out anything so familiar.
He does put up with your presence when you go to their place on Rancher Street to watch movies, even if he doesn’t say more than a few words. And after a few months of your presence, he even lets out a chuckle or two. It's warm and inviting, but almost verboten; like he's sharing something never meant for you.
You know far too much about both of them. You know Joel’s birthday is in September and Ellie’s in the spring. You know he won’t eat cake. You know he coughs early in the morning when he’s getting his horse ready for patrol. You know his knees ache in the evenings, and Ellie teases him for this relentlessly.
You know he had a daughter once, and you know Ellie sometimes wishes she was really his. They told you none of this, and you’d never asked. You’d just watched them together, and it told you everything.
Unfortunately, no matter how much you’d like to adopt her, you can’t spend all your time with a teenager. Everyone already thinks you’re odd enough, and the last thing you need is for them to find you even stranger.
So you come out to the river and sit on the broken-down pier, much further past the perimeter than allowed. Sometimes you sketch the horizon, sometimes you read, and sometimes you just listen to the babble of the river below you. You haven’t had too many problems. Raiders rarely come so far out and Infected tend to stick to more populated areas—or the ones that used to be, anyway.
It’s a beautiful day. The sun beats down hard from the cloudless sky, warm enough in the sunshine to tie your hoodie around your waist and cool enough to keep you from becoming a sweaty mess. Summer’s almost over, and the leaves are already starting to turn from green to shades of ochre and carmine. 
Footsteps from behind shake you from your current daydream—a particularly lovely one involving diving into the largest pile of leaves you’ve ever seen—and you whirl around, hand flying to the pistol holstered on your right hip. Your eyes land on Joel Miller. 
Shit. 
In addition to being Ellie’s guardian, Joel is, technically speaking, your direct superior in the patrol rankings. You’re not on patrol right now, but he’d caught you completely unaware and way outside the allotted zone. 
It was only a matter of time before you got caught, you suppose, but did it have to be by one of the few people you haven’t completely alienated?
“Afternoon,” he says in that thick drawl. 
“Hi, Mr. Miller,” you say, gathering up your things and preparing for whatever scolding he’d give you before sending you back and warning Ellie to stay away from someone so reckless. 
“Mr. Miller?” He chuckles, and it still feels like it’s not meant for you to hear. “No need to make me feel like an old man, darlin’.”
The endearment throws you, but you’re more concerned that you’ve offended him. It always starts like this—an attempt at a normal conversation and you opening your big mouth to say something you think is funny or charming or, in this case, respectful, and then falling headfirst into awkward silence. 
“Oh, I mean—Joel. Sorry,” you offer, fighting the zipper on your bag with shaking hands. “I only meant—”
“I’m just teasin' you, sweetheart,” he says softly. You still as he sits down next to you on the edge of the pier, close enough that his denim-clad thigh presses against yours. He’s so warm. “What’re you doin’ all the way out here?”
There doesn’t seem to be any trick or joke or disappointment wrapped under ten layers of context. But you’ve been wrong before. 
“It’s quiet out here,” you explain, and he doesn’t pry for more. But now you’re curious. “Why are you out here?”
His shoulder rubs against yours when he shrugs. 
“Noticed you weren’t around. No one seemed to know where you were. Got worried.”
“About me?” You ask, cocking your head, glad to have a reason to look at him. Joel is otherworldly handsome, all strong cheekbones and sharp jaw and pouty, soft lips. You don’t care if he’s in his late fifties—if he wanted to kiss you, you’d let him.
He makes eye contact with you, though, and your intestines feel like they’re trying to escape through your skin.
He flares his nostrils, eyebrows raised. “That so surprising?”
Shit shit shit.
“No—it’s—it doesn’t have anything to do with you,” you explain, desperate to find the right words. “It’s just that no one ever really worries about me?”
It sounds pathetic when you say it out loud. He doesn’t say anything, and the silence grows more uncomfortable by the second. You’d divulged far too much information in those two sentences. 
“Anyway—” You start, but he interrupts. 
“I’d be mighty upset if somethin’ happened to you, comin’ out here all by yourself,” he says quietly, not looking in your direction.
Your mouth opens and closes. “Oh,” is all you can manage. And then the obvious question—”Why?”
“Like havin’ you around,” he says, as if you should know; as if you haven't spent years with nothing but people pushing you away as politely as they can.
“You do?” You ask, fully aware of how it sounds, but you’re not fishing for anything. You’re just surprised. 
“Who wouldn’t?” He asks, and he’s looking at you again, eyebrows scrunched in a question. He’s sitting so close you could climb into his lap. 
“Lots of people,” you laugh, incredulous. “I’m weird.”
He scoffs. “If you’re weird I must be, too,” he says, bumping your shoulder. You squint at him, hoping you’re picking up the right signals.
He’s flirting.
“You're a little weird,” you say, mentally crossing your fingers.
Joel tilts his head and smiles, and butterflies bloom in your stomach. “That so?” He asks. Warmth fills your cheeks, and you lose some of that nerve. He clears his throat. “You’re very pretty, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”
You absolutely do not mind. 
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you say, and he chuckles, bringing his hand to your shoulder.
“You let me know if you go off like this again?” He asks, but it's not really a request. “I won’t bother you or nothin’, just…I’d like to know where I can find you.”
But you don’t think you’d mind being bothered by Joel at all. “Sure,” you agree, trying to play it cool. “I’ll tell you.”
He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “We better get back. Gettin’ dark.”
Looking at the sun getting low in the sky, you’re inclined to agree. You gather your things and shoulder your backpack. “Joel?” You ask. 
He grunts something that sounds like “hm”.
“Thanks. For giving a shit about me, I mean.”
Joel furrows his brow. “Of course.”
He’s quiet for a moment, like he's struggling with himself.
“How do you feel about having dinner together? Some night. Whenever. My place or yours.” The invitation lodges itself deep in your heart. He can’t know what something so simple means. 
“I’d really like that.”
He breaks into a smile. “Yeah? Ain’t much of a cook, but I thought we might figure somethin’ out. Ellie says I’m gettin’ better at makin’ pasta.”
“I love pasta,” you admit. 
“I know you do, darlin’,” he says. 
You talk the whole way back, leaves crunching under your boots and birds singing in the trees. He doesn’t say much at all, just nods and laughs and asks you questions, and when you reach the back gates self-consciousness creeps up the back of your neck. 
“Sorry,” you giggle, your nerves biting at your insides. 
“For what?” He asks, and he seems genuinely confused. 
“Talking so much,” you clarify. For dominating the conversation. For telling him too many things he doesn’t want to hear. For being too much. 
“I like listenin’ to you,” he says. The dull ache in your chest disappears.  
You still try to reel yourself in when you get to your door, smiling and thanking him for a nice time. He lingers, though, and rubs the back of his neck. 
It’s extremely cute. 
“You, uh, you ain’t hungry now, are you?” He asks. 
“Starving, actually,” you say. “Why?”
“I was thinkin’ we could just make dinner together now if you want. Ellie’s at her friend’s—”
“I would love that!” You speak much too quickly, much too excitedly, but by the way his face lights up, he doesn’t seem to mind. 
He doesn't seem to mind at all.
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kissxcore · 6 months
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—PORTRAITS | WRIOTHESLEY
so, it turns out wriothesley has a thing for painters (he just has a thing for you). cw. f!reader, reader hails from liyue, just fluff
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wriothesley really is content with his life. he's happy with his job, he's fortunate to own a small area away from the prison to relax whenever he needs to, and he's perfectly satisfied without a partner. no, he’s not brimming with that bursting vitality that once proved him to be incredibly youthful and he’s not as boisterous as he used to be, but he’s certainly not old either. he knows he's aging; he has to pluck a stray gray hair from his black locks every once in a while and he has to work out a little bit harder, but he honestly couldn't care less about it. it’s something everyone and everything goes through, so why should he be racing against the clock of time?
that is, until his guards start gossiping.
he's not sure when exactly the mood of the prison started shifting, but at some point along the way, guards started getting bolder with their statements about him, and “archons, the duke is so responsible!” started to turn into “isn't the duke a little too old to be without a partner?”, and it turns out that he actually doesn’t do that well under scrutiny because he finds himself wondering the same thing.
the melusines tell him that he needs to get his portrait taken—since he lives in the fortress, there aren’t many families that are willing to marry their daughters to a man who has never made any public appearances. although he's not completely sure if he wants to follow the courting rules of royal families in fontaine, surely the melusines know more about casual dating than he does. first impressions are extremely important when it comes to proper courting of course, and he needs to look his best for a future prospect after all (with his face, the melusines agree that he should have no trouble finding one).
so here he is, waiting patiently for the agreed painter to find their way down the fortress; he’s nervous to meet you, how could he not be? every person who steps foot into the prison comes from a different background with contrasting experiences that led them to where they are now, and yet, most regret coming down whether they're a prisoner or not—how would a famous painter hailing from liyue think of him? he doesn't know much about liyue (hell, he doesn't even remember much of what fontaine is like), only that its culture is far different from the little he does know. he doesn't want to be a bad host (it's been a while since he's even hosted somebody anyways), but he understands that the cold steel walls that surround the prison make it hard for someone to feel welcome, especially in comparison with liyue's vast mountains and open air.
and then he sees you.
the elevator couldn’t possibly trap your beauty from behind its rusted metal and corroded screws but then the doors open and you turn around and, oh, you’re quite spectacular, aren’t you?
you have your paint set in one hand and a backpack that he assumes holds your canvas slung over one shoulder, your eyes wide and your mouth agape as you step down the stairs, taking in the blue sea and steel walls surrounding you. your outfit matches you and your hair frames your face ever so effortlessly—he wonders if all people from liyue are as eye-catching as you are. you walk down the stairs like you're a god itself, coming down to greet the mortals that you rule.
then, you do something unexpected.
his skin feels aflame when you tiptoe and your head nears his. you kiss the air right next to his ears; one, two, and fuck, you might as well be kissing his skin directly by how your warm breath fan at his cheeks.
"'m sorry," you smile sheepishly when you pull away, "i heard that was a customary thing in fontaine?"
you're flirting with him.
wriothesley can see through people an instant, he is a warden afterall, and your face was far too close to his for far too long, not to mention the confident smile you don as you stare up at him, your hand on your hip as you smirk.
how dare some painter have the gall to flirt with a man who's hired her to paint his future wedding picture? and how is he infinitely more attracted to you because of it?
he can hear his guards whisper gossip from the entrance and he feels his face getting redder, bowing his head down to hide his embarrassment before he leads you to the scenic room where you're to paint him.
the painting goes fine, he thinks.
he can't stop looking at you, not with the way your lashes flutter when you so much as blink, not with the way you curve your lips when you make small talk, not with the way your wrist flicks ever so gracefully when your brush moves against the canvas, painting out the freckles that dot the skin under his eyes.
you talk about your rise to fame in liyue, he talks about his infamy in fontaine. "there's no way they hate you," you snort, "i mean, look at you!" he thinks your eyes flicker up to his more often than you need to—that your eyes travel up and down the veins on his arms and linger at the tie hangs loosely at his chest, but he's not complaining.
you finish a few hours later, and unfortunately, he's just not satisfied when the painting.
"...can you redo it?" he feels bad when your face falls in disappointment (somehow, even your disappointed face is attractive), "it's the scenery! i just don't think...the sea is flattering on me?"
it's a shit excuse, he knows that he's surrounded by the sea at all times, but he's not in the right headspace to think of something smarter.
"oh! alright," the smile on your face returns, "where would you want it?"
anywhere with you.
"maybe above ground? there's a beautiful café up there that we could visit, and i'll pay you again, of course."
"...right." you nod, the cogs in your head turning (is he really—?), "...and i'm sure you will be paying for the food?"
"i am a gentleman."
how dare some warden have the gall to flirt with a woman whom he's hired to paint his future wedding picture? and how are you infinitely more attracted to him because of it?
"it's a date!" your smile grows wider, and his heartbeat grows faster when you reach your hand out to him, "i imagine i'll see you soon, then?"
he can't help but linger his lips on your skin when he kisses your hand. he's a noble man to his core, but who is he to refuse when your eyes grin at him so enticingly?
he wonders if you can feel the pulse that threatens to escape his heart, the fire that burns in his chest at the thought of seeing you again. he can hardly wait.
"soon, m'lady. very soon."
something tells you that if everything works the way you hope it will, wriothesley won't need another painting again.
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genshin knew what they were doing when they made wriothesley 'cause what the fuck.
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Omg please continue with the Miguel fang prompt!!! It’s too cruel to stop there!!!!!
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HIDE AND SEEK
Summary: Miguel and you plays hide and seek.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Content: Hunter predator kink (I think that's what we're calling it?) anyway explicit. Miguel is a bit rough.
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It's all too easy to get lost in the crowd in a city as crowded as New York. You slip in among a throng of tourist standing around like a flock of pecking hens, their faces dipped down at their phones, huddled over google maps as they try to figure out how to get to Broadway as if it's not within goddamn walking distance, right down the street.
In a nervous habit, you fiddle with the watch on your wrist. Your eyes flick over the bright light that tells you it's 11:28pm.
Which means, there's still 32 minutes left.
God this is the slowest hour you've ever lived through in your life.
You squeeze yourself in the back, behind a woman with a large hat and larger sunglasses, even though it's evening and the sky is near black. The only things left illuminating the sky now is glaring shop signs, aggressive LED lights, and the mega-spectacular ads display that is brighter than the goddamn sun.
Peering over the madness of the crowd, you try to spot the familiar sight of his all too recognizable build looming over everyone else.
But there's nothing.
He's not here. You let out a long held in breath, your chest sagging with relief. Of course he wouldn't be here.
Times Square has over 300,000 visitors passing through every day. 300,000 sweaty, exhausted individuals drenched in perfume and deodorant that would make it impossible to pick up your scent. Thousands of people speaking all at once, over the angry noise of honking traffic that would make it impossible, even for him, to pick up the sound of your distinct footfall.
No, He won't be able to catch you here. That's why you came here after all.
You glance down at your watch again. 11:31.
Shit! How has only three minutes gone by?
Shaking your head, you look up at the sea of people.
You'd better get moving. Even in a crowd, if you stay still for too long, it won't be safe.
Walking briskly down the wide street, it's a struggle to squeeze through the ever moving crowd as the glaring lights change from makeup ads to theater marquees. You're peering over your shoulder with every three steps you take, constantly expecting the familiar sight of his messy curls to peek out a foot above the crowd.
He's so damn tall there's no fucking way you'll miss him if he's found you. You'll get plenty of advance warning, you reassure yourself as you continue to move forward.
Your eyes settle over your watch again.
11:46. Fuck you sideways.
You know you shouldn't keep checking it every two seconds like this, because all it serves to do, is to ratchet up your blood pressure so high you're going to need to start taking medication for it.
How is time moving so slow. You shake your head in exasperation, and for a fraction of a second you swear you see it.
A flash of unmissable dark navy glowing with red.
You freeze. Your back feels like ice, cold damp sweat breaking out along your spine. You snap your eyes back but there's nothing there now. Nothing but an anonymous crowd.
What the-- How could he have just disappeared into thin air?
He's 6 feet and fucking 9 inches. Taller than your refrigerator back in your tiny studio apartment. The top of his head beats out your fucking Christmas tree. If he was here, he'd be impossible to miss. You don't fucking miss a giraffe when you visit the Brooklyn Zoo, so why are you having such a fucking hard time spotting him? How the fuck does he move so inconspicuously?
Was it just your imagination?
You glance at your watch: 11:46. Gotta be kidding. Is time standing still now? Has it just decided to stop moving altogether?
You force yourself to step forward and ignore how your knees seems to cave at your own weight as you sink into the pavement with every step.
In the corner of your eyes you spot him. Clearly this time. Real. Not a figment of your imagination. He's only a few steps away from you. The familiar pair of glowing scarlet eyes fixed on you.
Oh fuck, shit. Shit! Your heart races at the sight, beating so hard you think you feel it in your lungs. You're already sprinting in the opposite direction without thought and the only thing guiding you is the pure impulse to escape.
You push through the crowd, sprinting forward without taking in your surroundings. All you care about is to get away as your gaze is fixed on your watch.
11:52. Eight more minutes. You just need to stay away for eight more minutes.
You keep running as the crowd seems to thin, and the colorful lights and noise of traffic fades away. Then you finally stop, catching your breath to look up at your surroundings.
It's empty and void of people. A large empty van is blocking the narrow alley from view of the main street, and there's an unlocked gate that you've come through.
On the other side from where you've come from there's a tall bricked up wall as far as the eye can see-- a dead end.
How the fuck did you manage to find the only deserted dead end alleyway in central New York?
Shit you need to get out of here, you won't be able to run away if you're trapped here.
You glance one more time at your watch.
11:57. Three minutes. 180 seconds. It's all you need and then you'll win.
You turn your heel back towards the gate. But it's too late.
The dim light of the alley is eaten up by a large and imposing shadow.
He's already here.
The familiar navy blue and the menacing red sprawled across his chest fills your vision, blocking your only path to escape. All you see is red eyes glowing so bright it lights up the dark alley with it.
"Time's up," he says, mouth curled into a mocking smile so wide that you can see his fangs peek out from his upper lip.
That's when you realize you are well and fully trapped like the helpless prey you are in his spider's web. You're right where he wants you.
God you're so damn stupid. You were safe in the crowd. But one sight of him had you spooked and running into the only alley to be found in all of New York.
Shit.
He'd planned this all along. The bastard's must've been the one who opened the gate. And you had ran in here like some scared witless rabbit straight into his trap.
You could try to escape him. Some vain, silly leftover pride in you, is adamant that you still have at least two whole minutes to get away.
He steps closer, and you can't help but instinctively step back as he does.
You know it's a game. Know that he would never hurt you, but that hungry and predatory red glow in his eyes has fear spiking along your spine all the same.
"Miguel, wai--"
The rest of your futile plea dies in your throat. His broad palm covers your mouth and jaw, and even your startled squeak is muffled into silence as he presses you up against the wall.
You whimper into his hand, but he doesn't relent. Doesn't ease up, even as he leans down and hushes you. Despite the soothing tone he uses with you, it isn't comforting at all. It drips with condescension as he press his lips to your bare throat.
"I'm gonna take my prize now, nena," he murmurs into your skin and because your brain is broken, with no sense for survival instincts, every part of you tingles at the amused threat in his voice.
"You promised remembered?" he reminds you.
And of course you do. It's hard not to, when the bastard's got you pinned against a brick wall in an abandoned alley like something out of a horror movie.
Fuck. He's taken this way too seriously. You don't know why you had suggested the world's dumbest hide and seek with this competitive and unreasonable man.
He presses you into the hard brick behind you, like there's anywhere left for you to go. And you can feel it. The proof of his excitement pressing up against your stomach, pinning you against the wall. He's hard.
Any residual resentment at your loss gives way for excitement when you feel his cock twitch and jerk against you.
The edge of his teeth rests on your bare shoulder as goosebumps breaks across your skin, and you feel dizzy. Anticipation swirls in your stomach with an intoxicating warmth.
You can't fucking breathe.
His hand snakes up your dress, wedging your panties to the side, until you can hear the fabric rip and tear. Shit, you're going to kill him for that.
The thick head of his cock presses in and stretches you open, as he forces his way inside of you, in time with his sharp and whetted fangs sinking into your flesh. Electricity pings across your nerves, sweet and euphoric and you feel drunk with it.
He's filling you, inch by hard and relentless inch, until you swear you can feel him lodged in your stomach. You feel so fucking full. Full of Miguel until nothing else fits anymore, but he doesn't stop.
His cock nudges along an impossibly deep spot inside you that has you losing orientation and makes the space around you spin, and he's still not fully inside.
White blinding pleasure streaks through your every nerve and crowds your vision, as he sinks you down further on him, until your vision goes blank. He's so fucking big. Always is no matter how many times you take him like this.
Pleasure pool with heat in your stomach as he holds you in place, impaled on the thickness of him.
Your limbs go boneless, unable to hold up your own weight, and for a moment you're not sure if that's the venom released to your bloodstream or just the effect he has on you. You only remain upright because he's propping you up with his body.
His mouth skims along your throat, dragging his teeth up until his fangs tease along the shell of your ear, with the threat of sharpness. The edge of them barely graze your skin, completely unlike the feral impatience he'd sunk into you with, as he whispers into your ear.
"Found you, nena."
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Dedication and credits: This piece is dedicated to @foxilayde for her utterly deranged (and amazing) post that had me SALIVATING. Thank you for putting this brainworm into my head. I am shooketh.
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so pretty.
18+ only, please!
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abby x f!reader
a/n: hi everyone!! i’m sorry that this is an abby fic cuz i’ve been getting ellie reqs!! so i’m sorry if i disappoint but i rlly needed to scratch this itch
brief summary: your dad’s co-worker is sooo cute! you hadn’t seen her in so long! tonight, a dinner is happening with his team! you just have to hurry up and get dressed, because she just caught you nakeyyyy.
tw / worship, age gap (it’s not pronounced), pet names, praise, pure smut(?), cunnilingus, cheating, slight mommy kink, rushed sex, reader gets referred to as “daddy’s little girl,” use of y/n, AU
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you let out a quick sigh as you tugged your dress up, slipping your shoulders into the straps and taking a glance at your clock.
fuck, you thought to yourself, dad’s gonna be pissed. you were late downstairs for a very important dinner your dad was hosting! this was your first ever dinner you’ve been invited - no, well, forced to go to. all the other times, your whole time growing up, they’ve been at restaurants which your dad told you you couldn’t go to. well, now they’re here. and now you have to make a good impression and have spectacular manners for these people. uh oh.
you looked at your outfit, a tight-fitted, wine red dress. it was appropriate enough, but it was definitely showing your body off. you didn’t have time to change, though, so, a quick spray of your dior perfume would be your final touch. spritz, spritz, and you’re hurriedly rushing down the steps. you don’t have to peek around the corner to know who’s there: your dad, isaac, manny, owen, mel and… was that abby? you gulped. you hadn’t seen abby in so long, yet she’d been on your mind all that time. suddenly you were self conscious, adjusting your dress and adjusting your hair if you could. you peeked around the corner, and almost squeaked at the sight. she was there. she wore a skin-tight, long-sleeve dress.
why are you covering up those pretty arms? was the first thing you thought. those arms had kept you up at night as you fantasized about them holding you, worshiping you, and vice versa for you. your cheeks were heated, flushed with blood as you became entranced by her body. your eyes trailed down to take in the rest of her, her muscular back, legs, stomach. oh, god. you might have to go back to your room.
“y/n!” your dad called, making your head perk up and the rest of his team turn to look at you. they greeted you with friendly faces, having not scene “daddy’s little girl,” as your dad would say, in a hot minute. you stood up straight, giving a stiff wave as you rushed to go sit down by your dad’s side.
everyone was staring at you. you couldn’t tell if it was the dress, or that they hadn’t seen you. you tried your damndest to never even glance at abby and you did pretty well, barely even uttering a word to her whilst you talked pretty chattily to the rest. yes, that probably hurt her feelings, but your sanity was slightly more important.
you continued to eat, your mind now focused.
“so, y/n,” abby called whilst the others chatted, “how’s school going?” you glanced up, giving an awkward smile as you swallowed your food.
“it’s, uh, going,” you replied with heated cheeks. “it’s going.” she smirked a knowing smile and brought her hand to yours. your gaze didn’t falter as it continued it’s strenuous stare at her face. you tried to hide a growing grin,
“you can always ask me for help,” she offered, “i’m pretty good at math, y’know.” you felt your lips twitching to a small smile and you nodded.
“yeah,” you said with a nod, pulling your hand away slowly. “thanks, mrs. anderson.” she gave you a small smile, her eyes so briefly flickering downward to your chest that you hadn’t noticed.
the night went on, slowly coming to an end while you dismissed yourself upstairs. it was late and you had things to do tomorrow. a quick shower was what you needed while you hurried to the bathroom. everyone had left except for a few stragglers, who you had assumed were going to leave pretty soon.
you quietly entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you. you stepped toward the mirror, giving a lopsided smile at your slightly disheveled state. you slipped out of your dress then stepped out the pool of your cloth. you stepped toward the bath, running it whilst you plugged the drain. you sat on the tub, taking off your shoes and socks to flex your feet.
you jumped, hearing a crack of lightning outside the window.
jesus, you thought. you didn’t realize the fan would be so bad. you groaned silently, turning the water off and pulling the plug on the drain. you were slipping back into your dress, the straps just above your waist before the door swings open. you yelped, covering your chest quickly.
“i didn’t know,” the smooth voice stated. your jaw was slack, staring abby in. “sorry.” but she didn’t turn away. her eyes flickered down to your chest, taking in what she could see. “…sorry,” she said once more before beginning to turn away. you didn’t know she was still here, you thought she’d left.
“well, wait,” you called before you could realize what you were doing. her gaze fell back on you, her brows raised. “i… um…” you felt your arms begin to relax, and your eyes widened as they fell to your sides, uncensoring your body for her.
“y/n,” she breathed. “your dad’s downstairs. so’s owen.” you both gazed at each other as a silence emerged. your eyes flicked down her body, especially the muscles that covered her arms.
“…i don’t care,” you spoke softly. you watched her slowly shut the door behind her as she entered. doe-eyed, you watched her approach you. she took a hold of the dress that hung around your waist, pulling it so you were close.
“daddy’s little girl ain’t so little anymore, huh?” your eyelids fluttered, gasping as her lips touched your neck. you hummed a “no” in response and your hand gripped her braid, tugging it as she bite into your neck. she let out a groan at your hair-tugs, which only fueled you. “mm, the boys would be so upset, huh? but, look how pretty you are. how’s a woman like me gonna resist a pretty girl like you?” she paused to pull away from you, “…can i touch you?” you nodded your head and her huge hands went to massage your breasts, eliciting a moan from your lips. “shhh. don’t get loud, baby, don’t get loud. just let mama touch your body.” they moved from your breasts and down to your sides and she spoke once more, “can i pull your dress down, baby girl?” you nodded, and the dress with down, down, down. her hands cupped your ass as you stood and she kneeled. “look at that,” she sighed and kissed your naval. “spread your legs for me, sweet thing, let me take a look at you.” you adjusted, spreading your legs just a tad to let her get a view of your inner lips, wet and needy.
“abby,” you huffed, slightly impatient. she smirked and squeezed your butt hard. you whined, writhing slightly.
“hush up,” she demanded lowly, kissing down your stomach. she sighed as she inhaled your scent, nostrils flaring. “mm, fuck you smell good.” your cheeks heated with embarrassment and your hand went for her hair again, pulling her closer to your throbbing pussy. “so impatient, sweetheart. you’re lucky the boys are downstairs… if they weren’t, i’d be bending you over my knee. god, look at this body…” her hands trailed back up your sides, squeezing your breasts once more. you could feel yourself drip as she began to kiss your thighs. “oh, baby,” she groaned into your thigh, bringing her hands back down. she licked right to your vulva, leaving a trail of saliva on your thighs. “should i tongue this needy pussy?”
“yes,” you gasped, nudging your hips forward. “abby, please.” you’d been waiting for this for so long, you needed her rough tongue on you. she leaned in to give your cunt a sloppy kiss, gently sucking on your clit. you hunched over, pulling her head closer to you. her hands grabbed your ass as she began to lick at you. “abby.” she smiled into your pussy while her tongue flicked against your clit, then dipped into you. “fuck…” she guided your hips along her tongue, each time her tongue found your sensitive little bud, curving right at the end to give you so much pleasure.
“it’s alright, baby, ride mama’s tongue,” she said quickly, opening her mouth wide for you. you obliged, hurriedly running yourself along her tongue.
“abby, abby,” you whined, gripping her hair to pump her head. she kept staring at you, her blue eyes boring into yours. “a-abby.” her hands soothingly ran up and down your thighs and her mouth closed slightly, suckling back onto your clit. “please!” you whimpered, the grip on her hair tightening. she groaned, the vibrations hitting your pussy so perfectly.
“shh.” she kissed your clit a few times before her fingers slipped into you. your jaw fell open and your head tilted back. you moaned her name quietly, heavy breaths filling the air. you could feel yourself, how close you were.
“please let me cum on your tongue,” you pleaded, your eyes locked on hers. she chuckled into your cunt, nodding whilst slurping up your juices. your legs trembled as you approached the edge of your orgasm. whimpers left your throat before you bit your lip, coming undone right on her tongue. she eagerly licked your nectar up, your hips rocking and grinding.
eventually coming down, you slowly pushed her head away. her face was drenched with your essence, a smug smile plastered on her face.
“that good, sweetheart?” she asked with a small kiss on your thigh. you nodded slowly, your breath heavy.
“yes,” you managed to say between labored breaths.
“let’s hope the boys didn’t hear, huh?” she stood up and guided your dress back on before speaking once more, “we’ll be doing this again.”
you bit back a smirk.
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grymmdark · 3 days
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theres this one teacher at my school who i had last year but dont have this year, and everytime we interact its just very obvious to me that he likes me. as in he likes me as a person and likes hearing what i have to say about stuff and respects my opinions etc. and its very strange cus im not used to having it be so obvious to me when someone actually likes and respects me, let alone when theyre an adult
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