jealousy is a disease
SOMEONE MADE THE REQUEST FOR JEALOUS SKZ AND I CANT FIND IT
and they signed it with a little orange heart and i feel so bad.
im sorry annony idk what happened to it but😣😣 the general question was like what jealous sex with skz would be like and i wanted to do like a head cannon but then i got way carried away and just went ham.
ot8
11.5 k words (im sorry. im sick in the head)
NSFW!!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT
reader lowk toxic asf, cheating, nasty nasty smut, just read it and find out👍🏽
Chan:
He isn't one to often get jealous. He is very secure in your relationship and knows that you only have eyes for him. So he is equally surprised when he finds himself getting jealous over your relationship with Changbin.
Maybe it was the fact that he was also jealous of Changbin for being able to spend time with you but, he found himself snapping one day when he calls you.
"Hey. What do you want for dinner later?" Chan's voice rings across the phone. He notices the loud noise in the background and realized you probably aren't at home. He also knows that you are definitely off of work today.
"Where are you?" He speaks up again before you can reply to his previous question.
"I'm at the mall with Binnie," you reply and Chan feels his jaw clenching against his will. He sits up in his seat and leans his elbows onto his knees.
"We can. Let's go in," your voice rings across the phone and he assumes you're talking to Changbin.
"Can you answer my question or are you too busy?" Chan's voice is short and impatient but you're too distracted to recognize any hostility in his tone.
"What was the question again?" You ask, a giggle leaving your mouth that was definitely not meant for him. This makes his blood boil even more at the fact that someone else was spending time with you and hearing your giggle first hand.
"Nevermind, y/n. I'll talk to you later," he grumbles and hangs up the phone before you can say much else. You pull the phone off your ear and blink down at it a couple of times before looking over to Changbin.
"Uh oh. I think someone is mad," Changbin speaks up before you can and you shake your head, shocked that Chan is showing any signs of jealousy.
"Channie! We're back!" You announce yourself as you walk into their dorm but get no response. You turn to Changbin and he shrugs at you.
"I know he's here. I checked his location when we pulled up," you mumble, sort of to yourself and sort of to Changbin. You make your way to your boyfriend's bedroom and don't bother knocking on the door, instead just pushing it open.
He's sat on his bed, scrolling through what you assume is social media on his phone. You drop the bags down next to the door and make your way over to the bed, straddling your boyfriend's thighs.
"I'm back," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck but he doesn't even spare you a glance, still focused on scrolling on his phone.
"I heard," he mumbles and you pout, twisting the hair at the nape of his neck. You look around the room and see that he seems to have actually been relaxing for once all day. There's no trace of his computer or messy scrawlings of music like there usually is.
"What did you do today?" you prompt him to speak to you, letting your hands travel to the back of his head and scratch at his scalp.
"Nothin'," he isn't even pretending that he wants to talk to you. You roll your eyes, pulling your body closer to him but he keeps his phone positioned between you.
"So you just sat here all day, counting the hours until I return?" you tease and he finally glances up at you, which you take advantage of and put on your best puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, mate. I sat here bored while my girlfriend and best friend hung out without me," he drops his phone onto the bed next to him and crosses his arms over his chest. He falls back against the headboard, staring you down.
You reach forward and unfold his arms, which he lets you do, and you wrap them around your waist before you lean forward as wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his.
"Are you jealous, baby?" You ask and start playing with the tops of his ears, which are growing increasingly red at your question.
"N-no," he mumbles out and pulls you tighter against him, pressing you against him through his pants.
"Are you jealous because I stole Binnie or are you jealous because Binnie stole me?" You ignore his answer and a small pout makes its way to his plump lips.
"Don't call him Binnie," he whines and you can't help the laugh that falls from your lips. You lean forward and kiss the pout away.
"You're the cutest," you smile down at him before pressing another kiss to his lips. His arms tighten around you more and your body moves closer to him, grinding yourself down onto his bulge.
"Stop rubbing yourself against me. I'm supposed to be mad at you," he complains but his tight grip on you and his thumbs rubbing soothing circles offer a contrary action to his words.
"You don't have to be mad anymore, baby. It's okay to get a little jealous. I'm always jealous when I see you with anyone that isn't me," you shrug and he chuckles, pulling your hips against him again.
"I just don't like to share you," he grumbles out, his ears growing even more red. Between you rutting against him and him confessing to being jealous, you don't know which is making him more red.
"You don't share me. I wouldn't be sitting like this with anyone else besides you," you grind down into him again and he releases his grip on you, instead grabbing your hips.
"I wouldn't be trying this hard to fuck anybody but you," you speak lowly, placing a kiss to the side of his neck. He lets out a deep groan at your words and you grind down into him again.
"Show me I'm yours?" You ask quietly into his ear and it only take a millisecond for his hand to find your chin and turn it, smashing his lips against yours. His tongue immediately finds its way into your mouth and he easily flips the two of you over so that he is placed between your legs.
He grabs your jeans and gently pulls them down your legs and then your underwear. He rubs lazy circles on your clit while he continues to kiss you. He catches himself rutting against your thigh, desperate for friction and you also notice.
"Fuck me, Chris. Please?" you ask, as sweetly as you can muster, and who is he to deny you when you sound so nice? He pushes his pants down his legs and lines himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking in.
You let out a hiss at the stretch and he drops to his elbows, caging you in, and locking your lips again. Your hands make their way around his back and he slowly starts to speed up when he feels you relaxing around him.
"You're always so tight for me," he mumbles against your lips and you hum when he picks up the pace.
"Nobody can make me feel the way you do, Channie," you moan out and he places another kiss to your lips before he sits back on his heels, folding your knees to either side of your chest.
"You don't think Changbin could make you feel like this?" His jealousy creeps back into him and you immediately shake your head, feeding into him.
"Only you," you breathe out and his thrusts start to hit you harder, making you mewl out and slap your hand over your mouth. He grabs your wrist quickly, pinning it beside your head.
"I want him to hear. I want him to hear how good I can make you feel," he groans out and his other hand comes down to make contact with your clit, making quick work of pushing you towards your orgasm.
"Are you going to cum, princess? I can feel you trying to milk my cock," Chan sets a bruising pace and you cry out when you feel yourself on the verge of cumming.
"Fuck! Chris, you're going to make me cum. Fuck. I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming..." you find yourself chanting as he plows into you and he releases your wrist and stops abusing your clit, now chasing his own high.
"Cum for me, Chan. Fill me up, Channie," you're practically begging for his cum and its all it takes for him to get sent over the edge, letting himself collapse on top of you and locks your lips while he paints your insides with his seed.
"He's probably going to be traumatized," Chan breathes out when he pulls away from you, causing you to laugh.
Lee Know:
"Why do you insist on making me so angry?" Minho's voice in your ear is deep and raspy but still clear over the music thudding around you. You bite down on your lip at his tone and turn your head to face him. Your faces are only a few inches apart and you can clearly see the anger flickering through his gaze.
"What did I do?" You're playing dumb. You know what you did. You were just trying to be nice back to the bartender and it was too late for you once you realized he was actually flirting with you and it probably looked like you were flirting back.
A smirk covers Minho's face and he grabs his wallet, pulling out his card and handing it to the bartender.
"Me and my girlfriend are leaving. Close the tab." He demands, jaw clenching. The bartender blinks between the two of you a few times before you hang your head in shame, not daring to look the man in the eyes again.
"But I want to stay," you know you shouldn't whine, you know you shouldn't complain. The circumstance was far from relaxed and Minho snapping his head towards you further proves that point.
Minho's hand finds its way to your shoulders, pulling your body towards him and he leans down, his breath blowing your hair and sending chills down your spine. His hand moves down to your lower back, holding you in place. From anyone else looking at you, it would look like a sweet gesture but this is Minho.
"You want to stay here and have fun with your new boyfriend? That's too bad. You're not getting your way this time, princess," his voice is sharp and hostile. The nickname is practically spat into your ear and you gulp, feeling heat rush up your neck.
His hand creeps from your lower back to the back of your neck, his hand resting there until you finished your drink and stood. He still doesn't remove his hand, guiding you through the crowd and out of the bar until you get to his car. He only lets go when he reaches down to open the door for you, closing it behind you, and walking to the other side of the car.
He settles in the drivers seat and starts the car but doesn't put his seatbelt on or make any effort to pull out of the parking lot.
"Do you enjoy acting like a spoiled brat?" His deep voice breaks the silence and you can't help rolling your eyes at him.
"You're the one acting like a spoiled brat. Not me. I was just being nice and you got jealous," you cross your arms over your chest and and Minho clenches his jaw again, still looking out of the windshield.
"If you know how easily I get jealous, why do you always make me feel like this. If you want me to fuck you until you can't walk, then just say that," his words catch you off guard and he finally turns to face you.
"What? Cat got your tongue? Nothing to say now, sweetheart?" He taunts you and you huff, turning away from him to face out the window.
"You forced me to leave when I was having fun so lets go. I'm ready for bed," you mumble, staring out the window.
"Speak up when you're talking to me." His tone is commanding and you gulp, still refusing to face him. He grabs your chin, turning your head to face him.
"And stop fucking pouting. Would you rather go in there and spend time with my replacement?" he taunts pushing your face out of his hand and you subconsciously rub your thighs together. You both know how much it turns you on when he gets aggressive with you like this.
"Yes actually," you know you shouldn't instigate him but you can't help it. You reach for the door handle and he can't quite grab you before you're out of the car. He quickly exits the car as well and grabs you before you're even two steps away.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your body into his. You try to wriggle your hand out of his grip but he is much stronger than you. He tightens his grip and turns you so you're sitting on the hood of his car, the vibration from the engine sending chills throughout your entire body.
Minho's hand drops between your thighs and he presses two fingers against your panties before he lets out a chuckle.
"You're pathetic. Why are you so wet?" He practically spits in your face and you bite your lip to fight the smile from making its way on your face before you make your final jab at his ego.
"Must've been from the way the bartender was looking at me," you taunt and Minho freezes for a moment before he lets out a loud laugh. A genuine laugh and you feel your heart drop. You might have pushed him too far this time.
"All you care about is attention, isn't it? It doesn't even matter who you get it from. You just want the promise of something touching your cunt," he spits and takes a step towards you, you stumble back slightly, sitting on the hood.
Minho leans forward and places a hand on either side of your body, his face only centimeters from yours. Your eyes dart down to his lips and his tongue flicks out, wetting them before your eyes meet his again. You lean forward, desperate to meet your lips together but a hand between you two stops you. Your eyes shoot open and Minho has the most smug look on his face, his hand over your mouth muffling your whine.
"You need to stop provoking me, princess," he speaks lowly and the pressure on your mouth increases as he lays you back on the hood of the car and positions himself between your legs. Your short dress rides up quickly and is gathered around your hips.
His other hand makes its way to your core, pushing his way inside of your panties and he inserts a finger into you. His hand is still covering your mouth and you arch into him, my hand stopping the pitiful sounds from leaving your mouth.
His hand exits your panties and he undoes his belt quickly, never moving his other hand from your mouth. He pulls your panties to the side and lines himself up with your entrance before entering you, all in one go.
You cry out at the stretch and it would probably have been close to a shriek if it wasn't for Minho's hand. He finally removes his hand, opting to place his fingers in your mouth instead.
"Suck, slut," he demands you and you immediately oblige before he starts to move inside of you, making your eyes roll back into your head. He removes his wet fingers from your mouth and they quickly find your clit, rubbing circles on it.
Your back arches at his touch and he feels you clenching around him.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" before you can finish your sentence, Minho stops. Your oncoming orgasm quickly dissipates and your eyes fly open.
"What the fuck? Why did you do that?" you complain, anger creeping into your body and he lets out another laugh.
"Do you seriously think that you should be allowed to cum with the way you have been acting today?" he questions and you feel your eyes start to water in frustration. His hand reaches forwards and wraps around the back of your hair. He pulls out of you and steps back, using your hair to guide you to your knees in front of him.
"You need something in your pretty mouth to fix that attitude," he comments and you look up at him. He runs a thumb across your cheekbone, gathering a tear that you hadn't even realized had fallen before his cock is in your mouth.
His grip in your hair tightens and his head falls back at the feeling of your mouth around him. He doesn't give you time to adjust before he's fucking your mouth, making you gag every time he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes fall closed as the tears make their way to your eyes again.
"Look at me," he demands and you obey, your eyes popping open to meet his and as soon as the air hits your eyes, the tears starts to fall down your cheeks.
"Fuck, you look so pretty, baby," he reaches into his back pocket and you don't realize what he's doing until the flash is on your face and you realize he's recording you. It doesn't take much before his thrusts get sloppy in your mouth.
"Fuck. I'm going to show this to your little friend. Make him realize who you belong to," he groans and pushes his cock as far into you as he can, cumming down your throat. He pulls out of your mouth with a pop before forcing his thumb into your mouth and prying it open.
"Open up. Let me make sure you swallowed it all," he speaks up and you sniffle, sticking your tongue out and he moves the camera to your mouth, proving that you did in fact swallow everything he gave you. He turns the camera off and places it on the car behind you.
"Such a good girl," he comments, rubbing your cheeks, trying his best to wipe your tears without ruining your makeup.
Changbin:
"I just don't get it, Binnie! What did I do so wrong? He's actually fucking insane," you rant, still pacing around the room. You and your boyfriend had just gotten into a huge fight about how he thinks you're cheating on him with your best friend, Changbin.
He claims he can sense the sexual tension between the two of you and wouldn't put it past you to be having sex with him behind his back. To be fair, the two of you do have a lot of sexual tension that neither of you have explored but that's neither here nor there.
"What exactly was he saying? You still haven't told me," Changbin looks up at you from the studio chair and the eye contact has you pacing again. A blush creeps up your neck when you realize you need to relay to him what your boyfriend has been saying.
"He..um..." you trail off and Changbin stands from the chair and put both hands on your shoulder, stopping your pacing, and guides you to the couch to sit you down.
"Relax, sweetheart. Take a deep breath. What did he say to you?" He asks you, leaning down so you're eye level with each other. You chew on your lip and Changbin's eyes dart to your mouth for a moment before he makes eye contact with you again.
"He thinks I'm cheating on him," you start and Changbin scoffs, shaking his head.
"Why would he ever even think that? You're with that piece of shit and nobody else so he should be grateful to even be able to have you in his presence," his tone is a bit angry and he releases your shoulders, sitting on the coffee table across from you.
"With you..." you finish the statement and your best friend's eyes grow wide at the rest of the sentence. He blinks at you a few times, obviously trying to find the right words but they never make it out of his mouth.
"He says that we have too much sexual tension to not be fucking each other. I was really thinking about it and I can't tell if he's right or wrong," you suddenly confess and a chuckles leaves Changbin's mouth.
"We can prove him right if you want," Changbin suddenly proposes and you freeze. You're not blinking or even breathing when he makes the confession.
"Wha... Binnie, I don't-"
"Come on. We both know he isn't good enough for you anyways. He's just mad because he sees how much better I would treat you," He leans forward, placing a hand on your knee.
"He sees how much happier you are with me," he leans forward more, his lips only a few inches from yours. "You can tell me to stop and we will never talk about this again," he whispers and leans towards you more. When his lips are only a centimeter from yours, he looks up into your eyes, searching for any uncertainty.
Instead, he sees pure lust and you lean forward, closing the gap between the two of you. You stand, your hands finding a place on either one of his muscular shoulders and slowly trailing down his biceps. You have felt his muscles a million times, but never like this.
His hands wrap around the back of your thighs and he pulls you forward, making you stumble into his lap, straddling him. His hands make purchase on your ass, almost as if they were always supposed to be there. He kneads at the flesh softly, earning a small moan from you.
His grip on your ass tightens and he stands, still holding you before he turns and slowly lowers himself onto the couch. He really is strong and the thought of how easily he can manhandle you has you dripping. You pull away from him, letting your forehead rest against his.
"You feel so good under me," you whisper out and a cocky smirk quickly makes its way to his face. You bite down on your lip and his finger is quick to reach up and pull it from between your teeth.
"You always bite your lip when you look at me. Why is that?" he questions and you're already too turned on to be embarrassed by anything that might come out of your mouth.
"Because I'm always thinking about how much better you could fuck me than my boyfriend," you speak out lowly and he literally growls at the statement, a slap resonating through the room when his hand makes contact with your ass.
"You're mine. You always have been mine. Even when you're with anyone else, you still belong to me," he groans out and locks his lips with yours again. His hand makes quick work of the button on your jeans and his hand is in your panties, rubbing against your leaking slit.
"Fuck. Are you always this wet?" he speaks against your lips and you let out a moan when he creeps a finger inside of you.
"Only when I'm around you," your confession isn't untrue, which is honestly sad. Your best friend gets you more turned on than your boyfriend ever has.
He sinks another finger into you and your head falls back, exposing your neck to him. He can't resist the urge and leans forward, sucking a hickey into your throat. His fingers pumping in and out of you have you too distracted to even realize what he's doing.
He pulls his hand from inside of your pants and flips you off of him with ease, making you land on your back on the couch next to him. He quickly pulls your jeans and panties down your legs and pushes two fingers into you again, before leaning down and licking at your clit. Your head falls back and you start to see stars at the combination.
"Fuck. You're making me feel so good, Binnie. I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," you mewl out and the thought of you cumming has him seeing stars but he would much rather feel you cumming around his cock than his fingers.
He pulls his fingers from you and sits up. He pushes your legs closed and wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you with ease. You feel his presence behind you and hear his belt unbuckling before he leans over to whisper in your ear.
"I'm going to cum in this pussy. I want to put a baby in you so everyone knows you belong to me,” his husky voice has you letting out a moan and he uses his knee to kick your legs apart and open you up for him.
He sinks into you and you let out a deep moan at the stretch. You almost regret this position because you would have loved to see his pretty cock before he buried it inside of you but that just means you’ll have to do this again later.
He continues to sink into you and he's hitting spots that you are positive your boyfriend has never hit before. Changbin's hand wraps into your hair and he tugs gently at the roots, making you clench around him.
"You're so fucking tight. There's no way your boyfriend is fucking you right," he speaks through gritted teeth and you moan when he finally starts to pick up speed. His cock is pushing against your g-spot every time he slides into you and before long, you feel yourself cumming far harder than you ever have.
It washes over you without warning and the sounds coming from where you and your best friend are connected are absolutely obscene. You cover his thighs and your own, along with the couch in your orgasm. Your legs are shaking and your hands are gripping the back of the couch when Changbin stops completely.
"You just squirted every where. You made such a mess, baby. I'm just getting started and you already can't control yourself," he starts to thrust into you shallowly, making your whole body shake.
"I'm going to show you how you should've been getting fucked this whole time," he grunts out, wrapping his hand tighter in your hair and speeding up his thrusts.
Hyunjin:
"We're just friends. Stop being so fucking jealous. Oh my God," you throw your hands in the air and you kick your shoes off before Hyunjin turns around to face you, shock covering his face.
"You're joking. You have seriously got to be joking right now," he snaps at you, his voice raising slightly in volume and you shrug at him annoyed.
"If I was friends with someone that I used to regularly fuck, you would lose your shit. Don't try to deny it," he speaks up again and you scoff. Okay maybe be isn't completely wrong. You would be mad, but you and your ex friend with benefit had a different kind of relationship.
"It wasn't even like that, Hyunjin!" you snap and shrug your jacket off, pushing past him towards the living room.
"So he isn't your ex fuck buddy?"
"Well he is but-"
"But nothing, y/n. Think about how the fuck I feel right now. Stop getting defensive and just fucking listen to me," he snaps at you, his voice raising more and you immediately feel yourself folding at his tone.
Your sweet boyfriend doesn't often get mad or even frustrated with you but when he does... it’s like a dam breaks in your panties. You can't help riling him up even more. Honestly you weren't nearly as angry as your were five minutes ago.
"I'm listening, Jinnie. Just calm down," you put your hands up in defense and you can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" His voice is back to its normal volume but his tone is much deeper. You know if you push his buttons right, you could get him to fuck you just like you like it.
"And if I did?" You provoke him further and he crosses the room faster than you can even comprehend. He places one knee on the side of your thigh and both of his hands grip the back of the couch. He has you completely caged in and your heart is racing.
"Where did my sweet girl go? I don't know this brat," he speaks through a clenched jaw and you look up at him, letting your head fall onto the back of the couch.
"Mm. 'M not a brat," you protest and your hand find its way onto his thigh, rubbing the jean material gently. He studies your face for a moment before a devious smirk covers his own.
"Do I need to remind you how much better I fuck you? Do I need to remind you that he wouldn't be able to handle your attitude for even an hour?" he leans down, his nose brushing against yours.
"Do I need to remind you of your place, my pretty?" His tongue darts out and licks your lips. Your mouth instinctively falls open and he presses his lips to yours, trapping you between the couch and his body. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.
He repositions himself so you're laying on the couch and he is hovering above you. You let out a deep groan into his mouth when his thigh presses against your core. His hand finds its way down to your hip and he starts to guide you across his thigh.
His lips never leave yours and you feel yourself approaching your high much quicker than you would like to admit. Rutting against your boyfriend's thigh was enough to send you over the edge and just as you reach your peak, he stops your hips and hold you firmly against his thigh so you can't grind anymore, essentially ruining your pitiful excuse for an orgasm.
"Jinnie, you just-"
"Shh, princess," he presses his lips against yours again before slowly trailing down your body. He unbottons your blouse, letting your lacy bra hang out. He presses strategic kisses over where your nipples are before inching all the way to the top of your skirt.
He skips past the skirt and kisses the inside of your thighs before finally letting his head dip under the skirt and pressing a kiss against your soaking panties. You aren't nearly as sensitive as you usually are after your orgasm and you assume its because he didn't let you actually reach your peak.
His fingers hook into the sides of your panties and he pulls them down your legs before he leans back up and licks a stripe up your core. He immediately starts to eat you like a man starved.
His fingers quickly find your entrance and you let out a moan when he pushes two fingers into you, curling and scissoring them just how you like. All the while, he never stops sucking and flicking your clit and all the sensations quickly have you building up to another orgasm.
"I'm- I'm cumming," you blurt out, your hand shooting down to find your boyfriend's hair but suddenly, you're left again. You reach another sad excuse for an orgasm and it’s almost painful, making you cry out.
"Hyunjin. Please. Please stop. I need to cum so bad," you beg, tears beginning to stream down your face and your bottom lip trembling.
"But you are cumming," he has the most shit eating smirk on his lips and you wish you could slap him in that moment. You bring both of your hands over your eyes to try to stop the tears.
Hyunjin rarely ever got mean when he was domming you so it was an overwhelming experience. But also, you did kind of instigate this and you would be lying if you said a part of you didn’t genuinely enjoy this.
"Stop crying. You think your friend would have you crying and begging like this?" he suddenly speaks up and you pull your hands away from your eyes to look at him. Your makeup is completely smeared and you looks so messy and... beautiful.
"No, Jinnie. Only you. Only you can make me cum. Please make me cum," you're pleading again, reaching for him but he sits back on the couch, turning away from you to sit properly and you sit up.
"Come do it yourself if you're that desperate," he scoffs at you before throwing his arm up on the back of the couch and adjusting himself to sit in a proper manspread.
You scramble to sit up and drop to your knees in front of him, palming him over his jeans. He can put up this act all he wants but he is almost painfully hard and you can feel it. You reach up and undo his belt. He lifts his hips as you pull down his jeans and underwear and you straddle him, not bothering to take of the rest of your clothes.
You align him with your soaking and begging entrance before dropping down onto him in one swift motion, your head falling back at the feeling of finally being filled.
"You fill me up so perfect," you begin to catch yourself rambling and Hyunjin hums in agreement, still not touching you and your eyes snap open when your head falls forward to look at him.
His eyes are already on you but he still has this nonchalant look on his face that you can't help getting pissed off over. He's buried in his girlfriend's pussy and can't even be bothered to let out a moan? You slide up, almost letting him drop out of you, before snapping back down onto him. He grunts but still doesn't let a single one of his pretty moans leave his mouth.
Your hands creep up your body and you grab the cups of your bra, letting your breasts fall out. If there is one thing about Hyunjin, its that visuals are what really get him going. The sight of your breasts bouncing in his face would hopefully be enough to tempt him at least a little bit.
"Fuck. You're so pretty. All mine. I wish nobody else ever got to see you like this before me," he confesses, finally folding and placing both hands on your hips, guiding your movements.
"Nobody has. Nobody had ever had me begging like you make me do. Nobody can make me feel as good as you, baby. I'm all yours," you start to babble again as the feeling of an orgasm approaches you.
Hyunjin leans forward and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth which is enough to send you into the most mind boggling and insane orgasm you have ever had.
You let out something that can only be described as a scream and Hyunjin quickly places his hand over your mouth, trying his best to suppress the noises leaving your mouth.
The feeling of your orgasm has him cussing and cumming inside of you with almost no warning. Your hands are wrapped around his neck and your body is practically convulsing as you come down from your orgasm. You feel tears streaming down your face and the feel of Hyunjin's hands on your cheeks snap you back into reality.
"Are you okay, my angel?" his voice is soft and you nod, still catching your breath. Your muscles start to relax and you feel like jelly, falling forward to bury your face into Hyunjin's neck.
"Was I too mean?" He speaks up, his hand gently petting the back of your hair and you shake your head.
"No. Not at all. It was so good," you confess, a blush making its way to your face.
Han:
"Y/n. You're insane. You know that?" Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend, practically yells at you as you pick up a pillow and throw it at him.
"Get out of my fucking house, Jisung!" You snap and grab another pillow, throwing it as hard as you can but he still manages to catch it.
"I'm not fucking cheating on you. Your jealousy is out of control. We literally are in the same company! Of course we’re friends," He defends himself and you slap your hands over your ears. Yes you are being childish but you don't want to lose this argument that it seems you have already lost.
Jisung is right, the girl is part of the company and he spoke to her in passing at an award show. He probably made some stupid joke and she laughed. But the way she laughed at him is what had your blood boiling. It wasn't a laugh, it was a giggle. A fucking giggle.
"Shut up, Jisung," you step towards him, your finger poking him in the chest. A smirk covers his face as he takes a step towards you, challenging you.
"Make me," he taunts you and you bawl your fist up at your sides. His stupid pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smirk and his stupid perfect body pressed against yours had you so confused.
"I'm so confused. I'm so mad at you but you're so... hot," you throw your hands up in frustration and turn your back to him. He still has his hair and makeup done from the award show.
He took the suit jacket off but somehow he looks even hotter. The rolled up sleeves and a few of the top buttons are undone on his shirt and he just looks so fucking good, you could jump his bones.
"Are you done being jealous or are you still trying to break up with me?" His voice sounds from behind you and you storm to your room. You try to slam the door before Jisung can reach you but he's much closer than you thought and he catches the door before it can close.
He enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back against his hands. His legs spread slightly and he looks over at you. He really does look so good. The way the pants are hugging his thighs and accentuating his slim waist.
You're crossing the room to him before your brain can catch up with your feet and your lips are against his. You quickly straddle him and your tongues are fighting until your hand finds its way into his hair, tugging gently. He moans and you use the opportunity to take dominance.
You pull away and pull his hair again, exposing his neck to you and you place a kiss over his pulse point. You can see how hard his heart is beating and you grind down gently into him when your teeth make contact with the pulsing vein.
"You're mine, Sungie. I don't even want other people looking at what's mine," you mumble into his neck, continuing to place kisses to the exposed skin.
"I'm yours. I always have been and I always will be," he agrees with you and you push him down so he's lying on his back. You unbotton a few more of his buttons and let your lips explore the newly exposed skin on his chest.
You're shimmying out of your shorts and straddling him again before he even realizes that you are. The silk shirt is probably going to be ruined by the time you're done but you really couldn't care less.
You pull away and push Jisung's arms down flat and moving yourself until you're hovering your soaking core over his face. His hands quickly grab your ass and push you down to sit on his face. Your head falls back and one hand finds its way into his hair as soon as he begins sucking on your clit.
"Fuck. This is my mouth. I can do whatever I want with it," you moan out, grinding down into him and he hums against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body and making you see stars.
"I'm gonna cum, baby. You're doing so good, fuck," you cry out as your orgasm comes washing over you. He continues to lick and suck at you, holding you in place with his hands.
You try to squirm away but your boyfriend is much stronger than you, despite letting you dominate him sometimes. He forces you to stay above his mouth abusing your pussy. By the time he's inserting two fingers, you're already cumming again.
This time, Jisung does let you pull away and you roll off of him before looking over at him again. He is covered in you, his face, his neck, his shirt.
"Mm, I love letting you play dominant. But look who can have you squirting all over their face," His voice is husky and you feel a blush covering your face.
"Shut up," you mumble out, covering your face with your arm.
"Make me," he mumbles into your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.
Felix:
"Sorry, love! I'm with my roommate right now but I'll come over right after we finish this," you explain through the phone and Felix huffs, a cute pout on his face.
"But you live together. You see each other everyday. What about me?" His tone is just as pouty as his face and you can't stop the smile forcing its way to your lips. He's just too cute.
"You're so cute, Lix. I promise I'll be on the way in like an hour. Okay?" you promise and he groans again.
"Not okay," he replies and sets his phone up so he can dramatically let his head fall onto his desk. You bite down on your lip to try to keep from laughing but it doesn't quite work.
"Okay, okay. You big baby. I'll leave here in a little bit," you reassure him and look over at your roommate who is also holding back a laugh at your sweet boyfriend's antics.
A huge smile covers his face when he sits back up. He's so spoiled and you can't blame anyone but yourself.
"I love you," he smiles through the phone and you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I love you too. See you in a little bit," you hang up the phone and turn to your roommate who is giggling her head off.
"You wanna come? I'm sure Innie won't mind spending time with you," you tease her and she groans, sinking into the couch. She shakes her head and glances over at you.
"I think he might just be the last person I want to see right now," she grumbles and you laugh while you walk towards the door to gather your belongings.
"I'll see you later, roomie!" you call out and step out the door, making your way to Felix's.
You reach out to knock on the door but it opens before you can and you drop your hand, being met face to face with your precious boyfriend.
"Finally!" he grabs you and lifts you off the ground in a tight hug before closing the door behind you. He puts you back down on your feet and presses his lips to yours.
"Missed you, jealous baby," you tease him and a pout immediately forms on his face, his grip around your waist tightening.
" 'M not jealous. I just missed you," he tries to convince you but you shake your head, dropping your hands from his shoulders and making your way towards his bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," you roll your eyes and step into his room, making yourself comfortable on his bed.
"Is it bad that I just want to spend time with you? You literally live with her. You can see her anytime you want! I have to hang out with you as much as possible because there might be months where we don't get to see each other," he continues trying to defend himself and sits next to you on the bed. You roll onto your stomach and throw your arm over his lap, letting out a groan.
"Don't remind me," you grumble out. The thought of not being able to see Felix whenever you want literally makes you sick to your stomach. His hand finds your hair and he starts scratching your scalp, a way of comforting you.
"Can I have a kiss?" Felix's voice suddenly speaks up and you immediately sit up. He's so cute when he asks permission and who would ever say no to his requests?
You place one leg across his lap and one of his hands makes itself comfortable on your thigh while the other one grabs the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his mouth. You lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck.
The kiss quickly turns more deep and his tongue is in your mouth before you know it. You accept, of course, and Felix takes a dominant position, which is a bit unusual for him. When the two of you are intimate, there isn't usually a real dominant or submissive dynamic.
That being said, the way Felix's tongue is exploring your mouth and the tight grip on the back of your neck are telling a different story. He quickly rolls on top of you, settling between your legs and you can't help grinding up into him a little bit.
He pulls away and starts kissing on your neck, leaving wet marks and tiny bruises along the way. His hands make their way under the bottom of your shirt and settle on either side of your waist. You arch up into him, desperate for more of his touch.
"If you had stayed with your roommate, you wouldn't have been feeling so good right now," his low tone sends chills across your body and you audibly moan at his words.
"I know. I know. Can you touch me more, please?" Your words are kind but your tone is definitely showing sign of impatience. You sound a bit demanding and Felix lets out a chuckle when he sits up to look at your face.
"So demanding. Does your roommate let you boss her around like that? It's not going to work with me, love," he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your mouth. He pulls away and has you following him before his hand lands at the base of your neck, pushing you back down onto the bed.
The action has you letting out a gasp and you subconsciously grind up into Felix again, desperate for some sort of friction. Your boyfriend stares at you for a moment, processing how much you enjoy how rough he is being with you right now.
"You're so naughty," he comments, his grip tightening slightly around your neck and your hips buck again. This time, he presses his hips down onto you, letting you make contact with his quickly growing bulge.
"You are jealous, aren't you?" you mewl out and a smirk covers his face while he looks down at you. He wishes he could take a picture of you in this moment, your hair spread around you, your eyes glossy, a flush on your face, his marks left on your neck that are peeking out from behind his hand.
"Mm. What do you think? You see her everyday and still tried to pick her over me," he grinds into you, making you let out a deep moan, "I just don't think it's very fair. Wouldn't you agree, angel?" he taunts you, grinding into you again, catching perfectly on your clit through your leggings. Your head falls back on the mattress and Felix gets an evil idea.
"You think I could make you cum like this? Just through some dry humping? You really are so naughty..." he trails off before grinding into you at the same exact spot again. This time, he doesn't stop and instead keeps the pace going.
He's lucky he has on jeans but even through his jeans, he can feel the friction and has to try to not think about it just so he can prove a point.
"Fuck, Lix. I-I feel so good. You're making me feel so good," you gasp out and he lets out another low laugh at how fucked out you sound and your pants are still on.
"Are you going to cum? Who is making you cum? Use your words, baby," his grinding speeds up and you wrap both your hands around his forearm in front of your face. Your nails dig into the skin and his grip around your neck tightens before he releases it again, which is enough to send you flying over the edge.
"You! You, Felix! You're making me...mm.. you're making me cum. I'm cumming! Thank you," you're blabbering out and you don't even realize you're thanking him and you're not even sure what you're thanking him for but it opens up a whole new side of Felix that he didn't even know existed.
You feel yourself coming back down from your high and Felix is already hooking his fingers into your leggings and pulling them down your legs. His gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs finally brings you fully back to reality.
"Now, I'm going to eat this pretty pussy and you're going to thank me every time I make you cum. Do you understand?" his voice is commanding and dripping with authority. You bite down on your lip before nodding.
"Yes. I understand," you whisper out and before anymore thoughts can be had, Felix dives into your hypersensitive pussy.
Seungmin:
"He likes you," Seungmin whispers in your ear, his hand gently grazing your hip. You shake it off and turn to him, a fake smile plastered on your face.
"So?" you prompt, raising your eyebrow and he mirrors the fake smile on your face, letting a scoff fall from his lips.
"So stop flirting with him," he speaks through gritted teeth, trying to make the smile stay on his face for the cameras. You roll your eyes and turn back to Jeongin to keep talking.
"You look so pretty, y/n," a blush covers Jeongin's face when he makes the admission and now a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.
"Thank you, Innie. I think you're pretty, too," you tease, pushing his arm slightly and you both laugh. You hear Seungmin clear his throat on the other side of you and you turn to face him.
"You okay, bestie? Sounds like you have something in your throat. Do you need something to drink?" you put on a mocking tone and Seungmin lets out a fake laugh.
"Yeah. I do. Come with me," he demands and before you can object, he stands from his seat and holds his elbow out to you. You let out a sigh and wrap your perfectly manicured hand around his arm as he guides you towards the refreshments.
His other hand grabs yours on his arm when you try to pull away to head to the table and be guides you behind the table instead and to a door, exiting the main room of the venue.
"Kim Seungmin, this is kidnapping. I didn't agree to this," you snap, trying to pull your hand from his again.
"Well that's too damn bad," his tone immediately makes you snap your mouth shut. Before you have time to muster the courage to talk again, he's pushing you through a door and into a small room, his dressing room.
He steps into the room behind you and you turn to face him. He takes a few quick steps towards you and you back away from him until your lower back makes contact with the vanity that was behind you.
"Seungmin, what are you-"
"Shut your mouth. The sound of your voice is pissing me off right now. Every time you talk, all I can hear is you telling I.N how pretty he looks," he snaps and grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him.
"It was your idea to keep this a secret. Was it not?" you instigate him, motioning between the two of you and his jaw clenches. You're right. He's the one that decided to keep this friends with benefits (but honestly a little more) thing between just the two of you and hide it from everyone, including the boys.
"Exactly. So cut the jealousy before you tell on yourself," you grab his wrist to push it away from your face but he shake it off quickly, opting to wrap it around your neck instead. You inhale a sharp breath at the contact and Seungmin's eyes fall shut. He presses his forehead to yours.
"I can't help it. I don't want to hide it anymore. I need everyone to know that you aren't their's for the picking," his lips crash into yours and you immediately melt into the familiar kiss. Your lips are sticky due to your lip makeup but he doesn't seem to mind.
Especially as his lips begin to travel down your neck, leaving sticky wet kisses in his wake. He reaches just above the neckline of the dress you have on before he lets his teeth sink into the exposed skin there. You let out a mix of a moan of pleasure and pain when he sucks gently on the spot, sure to leave a mark.
"M-minnie. W-we're going to get caught," you're breathless, your hands tangling in his hair. He groans against you before sucking another mark on the other side of your chest, just below your necklace.
"I want to. I want to get caught. I don't care anymore," he grumbles and stands, looking down at you for a moment, before grabbing your arm and spinning you to face the a vanity.
You looked so fucked out already that you felt yourself getting even wetter at the sight. Your glassy eyes take in your appearance. Your lipstick was smeared around your mouth and chin, small traces of the color on your jaw, neck and chest from Seungmin’s lips. One of the spaghetti straps of your dress was hanging off of your shoulder and you had dark purple marks littering your chest and collarbones.
Seungmin presses against you from behind, obviously just as turned on from the sight as you. His arms settle on the vanity, caging you in and he leans forward so you can clearly see him in the mirror. Your lipstick is all over his lips and chin, some has even made its way to the white collar of his shirt.
His big hands grab at your hips as he ruts against you again, letting out a groan. He drops to his knees, grabbing the hem of your dress and pushing it over your slightly bent over frame.
"No panties?" he questions, his finger collecting your wetness before he brings the finger to his mouth and pops it in between his lips. The scene alone has you moaning as you make eye contact through the mirror.
"The dress is too tight," you breath out and a smirk makes its way onto his lips before he drops his hand to your soaking core again and lets one of his fingers push into your hole.
"You're so wet for me," he leans forward and whispers into your ear, lips grazing your earring clad ear.
"Mm, just for you," you speak out quietly and he chuckles, adding another finger into you. A moan falls from your lips and your head falls back onto his shoulder. He retracts his fingers from you and you hear his belt get undone before you feel the head of his cock teasing you.
His fingers find their way to your lips and your sick your essence off of them, making Seungmin groan at the feeling. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop before his hand settles on your hip.
"Just for me? You sure this wasn't because of Jeongin calling you pretty?" he teases the head in and out of you and you bite down on your lip.
"Fuck me, Seungmin. Please? Please? I need it. Please?" you're begging him and he chuckles wrapping a hand around the front of your neck as he eases into you.
"Fuck. This pussy was made for me. All mine," he groans out and you feel yourself clench at the statement. You really are all his. You don't want to admit it, but he's completely right.
He starts to slowly rut into you, teasing you before his hand moves to the back of your neck and pushes you down onto the vanity, your chest pressed against the glass.
"I'm gonna fill my pussy up and you're going to keep it all inside of you. Aren't you?" he questions and speeds his thrusts up, the sting of the vanity against your hips sending you even further into submission.
His hand makes contact with your ass, making you yelp. He bottoms out inside of you, tip touching your cervix and making you whine out as he leans over you, his chest pressed to your back. He stops inside of you, as deep as he can go and you can't help beginning to circle your hips against him. Both of his hands land on your hips, tight grip holding you still.
"I asked you a question," he grumbles into your ear and your eyes shoot open as you rack your brain for what he just asked you. You were so lost in the pleasure that it didn't even register in your brain that he had spoken.
"I-I..." you trail off and he lets out a chuckle, landing another slap on your exposed flesh. You clench around him and he takes a mental note of how much you enjoy being spanked.
"Already fucked your brains out?" he questions and the only sound that leaves your mouth is a moan because of his fingers making contact with your clit and beginning to rub circles.
He starts to slowly buck his hips into you at this deep angle, only pushing deeper, until you can't take it anymore and cum around him. However he doesn't stop and instead sits up, placing both hands on your lower back and roughly beginning to thrust into you again.
The pace sends you into overstimulation quickly and you lean forward, trying to get away from him. He grabs your thigh, keeping you from moving and changing the angle he is hitting you, making your eyes roll back in your head.
"Look at you. About to cum again. You think anyone else can make you feel like this?" His voice is breathy and husky and you can't do anything but shake your head. He places your knee on the vanity and lands another smack to your ass.
"I asked you a question," his tone is demanding and you find yourself tumbling over the edge again
"Nobody else. Only you. Only you. Only you. Fuck. Only you Seungmin," you're babbling as your orgasm crashes over you.
"Mhm. That's what I thought," he whispers before stilling, his hips flush to your ass as he empties himself inside of you.
Little did you both know, Jeongin knew the whole time that you two had been together. He just thought it was time for a little push.
I.N:
"How do you two know each other?" Jeongin approaches behind you at the coffee shop, making you jump.
"Hi, Innie! This is actually my ex from high school!" You laugh and the man on the other side of the counter laughs as well. Jeongin's hand makes it's way into yours and you accept it quickly, like you always do.
"Ahh," He reaches his hand out and greets your ex. You talk for a few more minutes before your name is called and you get your coffee and sit at a table in the corner.
"What's wrong?" you speak up as soon as your boyfriend sits across from you, nudging him gently with your foot. He looks up from his phone and shakes his head at you, a dismissive look on his face.
"You were late and we had time to catch up so we did. I haven't seen him since... God, I don't even remember when. It's always good running into old friends," you reminisce on the old times a bit and Jeongin looks up at you again.
"You didn't tell him that I'm your boyfriend," he pouts out and your glance at him across from you. He seems a bit hurt but you really didn't intend to make him feel that way.
"I told him I was meeting my boyfriend before you showed up. We had been talking for like 20 minutes," you explain and he looks at the window, annoyance evident on his face.
"Twenty minutes?" He questions, raising his eyebrows at you again and you nod.
"He's the one I told you about, y'know," you add on, oblivious to your boyfriend's bubbling jealousy. He lets out a humorless laugh. He know who he is because when you told him his name the first time, he found him on social media and gave him an effective stalking.
"And I care because? So you were talking to the guy that you claim gave you the 'best sex of your life before you met me' for twenty minutes? Okay, y/n," he was visibly annoyed and you finally were able to pick up on the hints of jealousy
"Ah. You're jealous. Gotcha," you tilt your head at him and he finally turns to face you. You rest your chin in your hand and your boyfriend studies your face.
"I'm not jealous," he grumbles out and you nod.
"So if I say that I was daydreaming about the head that he used to give me... you wouldn't care?" you provoke, squinting your eyes at him.
Jeongin's hand slaps down on the table, the sound of his rings hitting the wood echo into your ears and you jump at the noise. He takes a deep inhale and lets it out before looking you in the eyes again.
"I'm not jealous. I just don't like the fact that he knows what you look like under your clothes," he tries to defend himself but you shake your head, letting a smile form on your lips.
"Yeah... right... doesn't sound like jealousy at all," you tease and lean back, pulling your leg up into the seat. You take a sip out of your straw and notice there's a hole so you stand to get a new one.
"Where are you going?" Jeongin snaps at you, his attention solely on you standing.
"Do I have to tell you before I do everything or can I get a new straw by myself like a big girl?" you mock him. That's something that your boyfriend has told you before especially gets under his skin.
"Don't piss me off, babe," he adds the nickname through clenched teeth and you chuckle, walking towards the counter and leaning onto it. Your ex turns his attention to you and a smile takes up his face.
"May I have a new straw, please?" You ask and he nods, handing you a new straw. Your fingers graze for a second and you smile at him.
"Thank you," you turn to walk back to the table but run smack into Jeongin's chest when you turn around. His hand wraps around your lower back and pulls your sweater down to cover your legging clad butt. A pair of leggings that Jeongin himself particularly enjoys.
"We're leaving. Behave," Jeongin speaks up and you feel a blush creep up your neck. He doesn't even attempt to hide his frustrated tone with you and you're embarrassed to admit that your instinct is to automatically submit to him.
You turn to say bye to your ex but his eyes are locked behind you, looking at Jeongin. You feel your boyfriend's arm wrap around you and he grabs your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips, obviously proving a point.
He guides you out of the shop by your lower back before you have time to process the sudden act of PDA and before you could say your goodbyes. He's speed walking, not letting his hand leave your back until you've reached your place.
"Babe you need to-"
"He was looking at you like a piece of meat. He was probably remembering exactly what every square inch of you looks like... what you feel like. I'm..." he trails off and lets out a sigh, punching your code into the door before opening it and stepping in, locking it behind you.
"You're jealous?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest. He sighs again, running a hand through his hair before turning to face you.
"I'm jealous. So fucking jealous. I wish you were mine all along," he confesses and steps towards you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm your's now, Innie," you reassure him and wrap your arms around his waist. He bring both his hands to either side of your face and his eyes drop to your lips for a moment.
"Say my name. Tell me you're mine and say my name," his tone is demanding and you can't help but obey him.
"I'm your's, Yang Jeongin. Nobody else's. I'm all your's. Forever," you promise him and he nods, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours before pulling back.
"I'm still mad at you," he leans down again and presses a kiss to your neck, making you let out a low groan.
"Mm.. for what?" you breathe out when he finds your sweet spot on your neck and starts to suck. You're surprised there isn't a permanent mark there from how often he leaves a hickey.
"Not introducing me as your boyfriend," he mumbles against your neck and you roll your eyes, although he can't see you.
"You'll live," you reply and his hands sneakily make their way to your ass, gripping it through the leggings.
"You wore these leggings that drive me crazy. You had this cute little sweater hiked up, showing my ass to everyone in the shop. Including that dumbass," he's whispering into your neck before his hands creep up the back of your sweater.
"Don't you want to apologize?" He prompts you again and sits back but you lean forward and press your lips to his instead. He lets you push him against the wall before he retakes control, slowly backing you towards a lounge chair before settling into it and letting you straddle his lap.
His hand make quick work of your sweater, pulling it over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. One of his hand makes its way into your leggings and cups your heat, making you moan into his mouth.
"So wet," he mumbles against your lips before maneuvering you out of your leggings and underwear, leaving you only in a bra while he's still fully clothed. He grabs you back into his lap but instead pushes one leg between yours, making you straddle his thigh.
You slip your hands under his shirt but he grabs your wrist, settling your hands instead on his shoulders and shaking his head at you.
"You shouldn't have made that comment about thinking about the head that that dipshit used to give you. I could make you feel better with just my thigh," He grumbles at you before his hands settle on your hips and he guides you up and down the fabric of his sweatpants, making your head fall back at the friction.
He looks down at the wet patch that you've already left and chuckles to himself before guiding your hips against his leg faster. Before long, he is barely helping you anymore and you're desperately bucking, pleading for your orgasm to wash over you.
"I-I need help. I need more," you whimper out but before you can say anything else, your boyfriend's middle and ring finger are tapping against your lips. You let your mouth instinctively fall open and he pushes his fingers in. Your lips enclose around his fingers and you suck just like you know he likes.
"All I want to hear from your mouth is you apologizing for how you acted today," His tone is sharp and you speed up on his leg, desperately chasing your high. You open your mouth, a moan falling out.
"I'm- I'm sorry, Innie. I'm so fucking sorry. Please help me. More. I need more," you words are muffled with his fingers still pressing against your tongue but he understands you enough.
He brings his other hand down between where the two of you are connected and inserts two fingers, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit. Your head falls back and an obscene moan leaves your mouth when you start riding his fingers.
"Cum for me, baby. I feel you," his voice is husky and sends you over the edge quickly, especially when he forces his fingers back into your mouth.
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Weddings make lovers
Mala Grohs x reader
Magdas and Pernilles weeding was a thing the whole Bayern team was looking forward to.
The were getting married on a Saturday after the last game of the season.
Everyone helped to make this day perfect.
They offered to let other guest stay at their apartments, helped to decorate the location, picking out the cake and food and helping each other to choose outfits.
The ceremony was beautiful and besides the familys, Tuva was the one to cry, and every five minutes someone else had to hand her a tissue.
After the ceremony and the dinner, the big party started.
Jovi had offered to be the DJ and she really did a great job.
At first she played the song, Magda and Pernille had picked out for their first dance and then more songs you could dance to.
During that, Caro and Georgia took over the bar and tried to give everyone there own cocktail creations, while also being a little bit tipsy already.
Linda was the one to take pictures of everything and everyone.
Syd and Klara where joking and fooling around, making everyone laugh and encouraged everyone to dance.
And I was somewhere in the middle of all of that.
I was already a little bit tipsy, thanks to Caro's newest creation: The Amortentia Potion, inspired by Harry Potter. And maybe that was also the reason why I walked towards Mala as I saw her on standing the side of the dancefloor.
"Mala." I say and smile at her.
I don't know who helped her pick out her outfit, but it was incredible hot.
A blue suit, with a read tie and black shoes.
"Y/N."
"Come dance with me." I say and grab her hand, it's warm and fits perfectly into mine.
"What happened to the shy and calm Y/N?" Mala asks laughing as she starts to dance along with me.
"Maybe this is the true and dark me?" I answer and place her hand on my shoulder.
"You have a dark side?"
"Dark and dusty, hidden deep inside me."
"I am impressed."
We dance for some more and I really enjoy the feeling of her hands on my shoulder.
I like her, more than I should.
More than she likes me.
"Y/N! Sorry Mala but G and I need her." I hear Caro's voice next to me and turn around.
She points over to the bar, where Georgia is standing together with Magda, Linda Sembrant and Zecira Musovic.
"Zecira brought some drink called Akvavit, and you absolutely have to try it." Caro explains and I nod.
"Sorry Mala." I say and let myself get dragged away by Caro.
"This is literally so good!" Georgia says and hands me a shot glass.
The cold liquid burns in my throat but it's also really good.
"Oh my gosh this is really good." I say making them laugh.
"Told ya." Georgia answers, pouring me another shot glass of it and drinking one her own.
"Better be careful." Magda warns, Pernille appearing behind her.
"Careful with what?" she asks, sliding one arm around her wife.
"They are trying Akvavit." Zecira explains, pointing at the bottle.
"Uh yeah you should defiantly be careful, that stuff is really strong." Pernille warns while Georgia and I drink our third glass of that stuff.
"Nah we can handle that, we are big girls." Georgia says and wraps one arm around me.
Caro serves us a round of drinks and Pernille and Magda leave to talk to some people.
The party keeps going till it's late at night, around midnight most of the people started to leave and now there are only some friends, some team members and the brides left.
"I need to go to the restroom." I say to Caro who is still standing behind the bar with Georgia, singing along to a German party song, Jovi finally decided to play.
"Der Zug hat keine bremse." she sings in reply and I cant help but laugh.
The floor on the way there is really uneven and as I come back I see someone coming towards me.
"You're good?" I hear Mala asking, fuck is she hot.
"This floor isn't built right." I say instead of answering her question.
"Uhm?"
"You know what a friend of mine is a carpenter I think he knows how to fix this." I say and pull my phone out of my pocket.
"Y/N, it is 1am I don't think he will like it if you call him now."
I put my phone back into my pocket and look at her.
"I think you should go home and sleep till you're sober." Mala says "I can drive you home."
"You are so smart." I step closer, how can someone actually be so smart? I mean she is studying....something. I know she is studying something you have to be very smart for. But right now I cant remember its name.
"There is so much knowledge inside your beautiful head." I say, pressing one finger against her forehead.
"And your skin is so soft." I feel the need to touch her cheek.
"Yeah you defiantly are druck, come on let's get you home." she says laughing and wraps one arm around me, trying to get me to walk towards the exit.
"Wait." I say and grab her by her jacket, pulling her against me.
Her warmth surrounds me and I feel like I could pass out just from that feeling.
"Mala."
"Yes?" her voice is so soft, like she is an angel.
"I really want to kiss you." I say, looking at her lips for some seconds before I look up into her eyes.
"That's because you're drunk." she says but not letting go of me.
"No! I mean yes...I say that because I am drunk but I want to kiss you even when I am sober."
"You-"
"I am in love with you, Mala."
A small smile curls up on her lips and she softly grabs my chin.
"If you really mean that, then say it again when you are sober." she says, stepping back.
"But don't play with my feelings Y/N."
I slowly nod, suddenly feeling really tiered.
"Let's get you home." she says and I follow her down the hall, we say goodbye to Magda and Pernille and some other people and I see Magda whispering something to Mala while looking at me but I cant hear what they are saying.
Mala drives me home and waits outside until I am inside my apartment.
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We have two final training sessions before everyone is going on their summer vacations and as usual I am one of the last ones to be there.
Malas place in the locker room is directly opposite to mine and normally we talk a little while getting chanced and she helps me doing my hair.
But today is different.
Yesterday morning I woke up with my head feeling like it had doubled in size but unfortunately I could remember everything that had happened.
And I feel like she also did.
The training is good but it feels different without Mala talking to me and making jokes all the time.
At the final training it is the same and I definitely know that I don't want to go into summer brake like that.
I try to be the last one to go into the locker room but she is already waiting outside as I get there.
"We should talk." she says and I nod.
"Yeah."
I follow her around the corner so we won't get interrupted by any of the other players.
"I don't know how much you remember of the party night but-"
"I remember everything." I interrupt her, leaning against the wall.
"And I am sorry for telling you that but..." I look at the floor, I could just deny it, deny my feelings, deny the fact that I didn't say all of that because I was drunk.
"I...I cant tell you that it was because of the alcohol, because .... because it is true. Everything I said." I say and look up.
I am surprised by the way she looks back at me, not mad or hurt but with a small smile on her lips. Her beautiful lips.
She steps closer.
"What is true?" she asks.
"That I am in love with you and that I want to kiss you."
"And what did I say after you told me that?"
"To tell you that again when I am sober?" I ask, confused about her reaction.
"No after that."
"To not play with your feelings." I repeat her words, realizing that I completely forgot about that till now.
"Because I cant have you telling me, that you like me back and not meaning it." she explains, taking another step towards me, my body now trapped between her and the wall.
"You...you like me too?" I ask, but scared of what she would say I look down at our shoes.
"How could I not like you." she whispers in the space between us. And like she did at the weeding, she grabs my chin and softly pushes it up.
She leans forwards, searching in my eyes for the permission to do it.
I close my eyes, waiting for her lips to meet mine. And they do.
Her lips feel so soft against mine. She tastes a little like Powerade, lip balm and her.
I can't believe I am kissing her.
As we brake apart, a big smile forms on my lips.
I open my mouth to say something but someone else is faster than me.
"Wow."
We look to the side and I feel one of Malas arms around me like she wants to protect me from anything that could happen now.
At the end of the hallway, there are standing Magda and Pernille, both ready to go home.
"Soon enough." Magda says, coming towards us, followed by her wife.
I just look at them, to stunned to speak.
"Magda." Pernille says in a warning tone.
"What?" She says laughing "You also knew about this."
"You...what?" I ask.
"I told them about my feelings." Mala says and looks at me. So that was what they were talking about at the weeding.
"Well, weddings make lovers." Magda says and smiles at us like a proud mom.
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