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c0mbatchameleon · 2 months

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Snippet / microfic / something idk

Aka where Regulus wakes up half drunk on the floor of his brother’s apartment and forgets that the spare bedroom is no longer a spare bedroom

The moonlight has carved out a hollowness into the room when Regulus opens his eyes. There’s music playing, still, for an audience of empty cups and a few toppled chairs and the snoring bodies of his friends on the couch.

Barty is splayed out over Evan, face buried into his neck like he doesn’t need air, but rather, he lives and breathes the boy beneath him. Evan’s hand has planted roots in his skull, twisted into matted hair. Flecks of glitter sprinkle every inch of the boys, a sparkle here and there in their hair, embedded in their skin, their eyelashes and parted lips. They’re a grimy sort of angelic in their blacked-out state, sleep blanketing them in an innocence you’d never find otherwise.

It’s not the first time he’s waken here, stiff back and sour taste in his mouth. He stumbles to the kitchen sink and sticks his head in, letting the water run rivers down his face and neck as he drinks it in gulps. It’s about a full minute of that, and then running his hands over his face for good measure, before he continues his trek to the bathroom, scouring the cabinet for mouthwash and taking a swig straight from the bottle and then swishing it and spitting into the sink, hands gripping the porcelain to hold up his own weight. It’s a wonder he’s been able to stand for this long with exhaustion dragging him down like an anchor tied to his limbs.

He trails behind himself into the hall and then his usual room, hands held out in front of him in the absence of sight. It takes a minute to find the bed. Once he does, he’s unceremoniously tugging back the covers and collapsing onto the mattress, sleep already overtaking him.

He sighs, half in relief and half in pain, pulling up the covers and-

“Well this is new.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

Regulus’s skull collides with the headboard before he can form a cohesive thought.

Sleep has made a hasty retreat, driven out by adrenaline and pure fear. The man in his bed—James, to be specific—instinctively shoots a hand out, clasping onto his arm.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Regulus whisper-yells, propped halfway up on his arm with the other hand clutching his head.

“What am I doing in my bed?”

Regulus blinks. Fuck. He forgot this bed actually belonged to someone. Not just someone. Of course, never just someone.

“I… forgot you lived here.”

His eyes have adjusted to the darkness, now. He watches James stare at him, dumbfounded, for a few beats. And then he bursts into a fit of laughter.

Of course the fucker is laughing. It blooms on his face like Spring itself; even here, dimly lit and squinting, it’s blinding. Rays of sunlight cutting through his teeth as he gasps for breath inbetween. Flower and leaf and fruit sprouting from his throat, and Regulus is just too tipsy to avoid the vines coiling around him, his arms and legs and chest, taking root in his own throat, planting seeds in his lungs.

He’s too tired to fight the branches stretching out like hands and pulling at the corners of his own lips, coercing a smaller laugh. He doesn’t even think it’s that funny, maybe James is just delirious. Maybe he’s still a little drunk, too.

“You forgot I lived here. In my room. In my apartment.” James relays, his hysterics reigned in to a splitting grin. Blinding, blinding, still blinding. He’s on his side, head resting in his hand—the other hand is still on Regulus, a light touch burning holes through his clothes, the skin on his shoulder, the muscle and bone marrow, planting more seeds, sprouting more life. He’s staring up at Regulus with sparkling eyes. Who gave him this much joy? Who gave him the idea to direct any of it his way?

Even here, in the middle of the night, waking him up just to shed glitter on his clean sheets and yell at him for existing in his own home.

Regulus doesn’t deserve it. But he can’t find it in himself to deny it right now.

“I may have, uh, passed out in here drunk a few times when you weren’t here last year.”

“A few times?” James asked, eyebrows raised, hand still there.

“Ok. Maybe a lot. Forgot it wasn’t actually mine,” Regulus admits, trying not to shortcircuit from the contact. Trying to relocate the mask of indifference he misplaced after the 3rd or 4th shot. He can just barely feel he’s still smiling, stupidly. He can’t find the right muscles to make it go away.

The analog clock on the dresser across the room reads 3:27 AM in a blue glow. Regulus knows the sensible thing to do now is get up, but the soft arms of sleep are extending from somewhere below, furling around his body and pulling down. The mattress, James’s mattress, might be the softest thing he’s ever laid rest on and it’s enveloping him like quicksand. He lets his head drop forward like dead weight as he musters the strength to move.

“Well don’t let me stop you, then,” James says, amusement and something strangely resembling adoration painted on his face. “I can sleep on the couch, if you want.”

It’s all way too casual for the absolutely absurd offer.

Regulus stares at him in disbelief. “You’re just gonna let me kick you out of your own bed.”

James shrugs, “You look comfy.”

There’s the distant hum of a car engine passing outside, an intermittent clicking sound from the run down heater in the room. The window shade is somewhat transparent, which defeats the whole fucking purpose of the thing, much to Regulus’s annoyance—he’s awoken, against his will to many a sunrise in this room—and a nearby streetlight gently pollutes the darkness, illuminating James from behind in a halo of muted yellow light.

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Regulus replies, still not moving. James laughs softly. A few daisies sprout in the garden growing between them. “Barty and Evan are on the couch, anyway.”

“I’ll take the floor then.”

“You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor for me.”

“Well I’m more than happy to share, then.”

“You’re not- what?” His bemusement distracts him momentarily from the growing effort of keeping his eyes open. James squeezes his shoulder lightly, the bastard, drawing a small breath from him that he hopes to god goes unheard, before finally drawing back his hand.

“I sleep on the floor or we both sleep here. Your choice.”

“And if I sleep on the floor?”

“I’ll still sleep on the floor out of spite. I don’t think you could get up if you tried, right now, anyway.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus groans. He fully collapses in defeat onto the pillow as he says it, which might take some of the edge out of the remark.

“I really don’t mind the floor, love. Good for the back and all. I’ve got tons of extra pillows and blankets, anyway,” James says, gesturing to the floor next to his bed.

“Just sleep in the god damn bed,” Regulus sighs. He shuffles so he’s on his back, one arm bent over his head rather dramatically, and closes his eyes. He’s fully relented in his battle with his own exhaustion now, and it’s closing in fast.

James doesn’t move for a moment. Regulus can feel his gaze like a beam of sunlight through a magnifying glass. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to smell his own clothes begin to smoke in the wake of it. “Are you sure?” he finally asks, playful tone receding. “I just- I should warn you I’m a bit of an.. active sleeper. And I know you don’t always like people touching you-“

“It’s alright when it’s you.”

It comes out nearly a whisper now as he sinks. He’ll blame it on alcohol or delirium, tomorrow, if he’s not outright denying having said it. He doesn’t actually know why he said it out loud. Regulus usually keeps the truth to himself, as a general rule.

The last thing he hears before falling asleep is James’s small intake of breath, followed by a faint “Oh. Yeah?” and then reality rescinds entirely.

#this is my first time writing fanfiction since I was 13 #it’s also a random scene from a bigger story that’s been in my head the past couple months #but yeah #idk what I’m doing #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #unnamed physics fic #writing stuff and things

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just-a-drawing-bean · 1 year

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Cmds.Protect

Priority(10)

…executing

#idk what I’m doing #just messing around #with a protective eclipse #but with 6 arms because #more to hold you with #fnaf #eclipse fnaf #daycare attendant #security breach #bean art

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ghosttotheparty · 4 months

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steddie kith

#how do you develop an actual art style #idk what i’m doing #steddie #steddie fanart #punk!steve #punk!steve harrington #deaf!steve harrington #deaf/hoh steve harrington #eddie munson #my art

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seepancake · 1 year

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It’s finally over!

#limited life #limited life spoilers #inthelittlewood #idk what i’m doing #this was like 5 ideas put together into one drawing #trafficblr

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number1abbasupporter · 10 months

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Sirius: James was caught kissing some boy last night at the party

Lily: Really? What happened to you liking me, Potter?

James: You can still join

Sirius:

Lily: So, who was it?

James: Regulus

Lily:

Lily: I accept your offer

Sirius: HEY! WHAT THE FUCK!

#jegulily #regulily #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #sirius black #idk what i’m doing #i’m very bored #marauders #incorrect quote #incorrect marauders quotes

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avidbroswer · 4 months

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Part one of Chopsticks. Stay tuned for pt 2

#zutara #katara #zuko #aang #avatar last airbender #atla #mini comic #my art #idk what I’m doing #I think I’m finally getting the hang of zuko’s hair #I’ll post pt2 tomorrow #hopefully

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xeymol · 11 months

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Is this a barbecue?

I tried so hard not to make this look awkward but I think I failed💀

Took inspiration off of this image for this btw💀

#rain world #rw gourmand #rw artificer #barbecue #idk what i’m doing

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hyenasheep · 5 months

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Added some additional changes to my previous post 🙇‍♀️

#digital art #vampire #drawings #artstyle #idk what i’m doing #it could be better #idk how to render #bg3 fanart #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion fanart #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #dnd art #dnd character

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Eddie hates doing dishes.

Hates.

Wayne used to have to leave him notes reminding him to do them because he’d forget, then he’d remember, then he’d make himself forget because he didn’t wanna do them.

But the rule at the Harrington house is guests do the dishes. It’s been that way for years apparently, but Eddie’s new here, new at this, and tries to find ways out of it as much as he can.

But on the first Hellfire night at Steve’s house, there’s no way out. Steve has to get the kids home because they ran over their planned time and now they may miss curfew.

“Dishes!” Steve yelled on his way out the door.

Eddie considered throwing them away and acting surprised that they disappeared.

He also considered just buying him new dishes. He had a lot of government hush money and dishes couldn’t be that expensive.

But he was being ridiculous. He knew it and he was working on just accepting responsibilities as an adult, even the shitty ones like doing dishes.

So he filled the sink up with hot water, adding dish detergent and the sponge Steve had used earlier.

He stared down at the dirty dishes of the kids. Their kids at this point. Steve and Eddie were basically their second set of parents.

He put the plates in the sink, then the silverware, and finally one bowl from when Erica insisted she had to eat her spaghetti in a bowl not a plate, you idiots.

He started scrubbing everything. One at a time.

This is tedious. And boring.

He felt warm arms wrap around him from behind and he let the dish he was holding drop into the water.

“You’re actually doing them.”

“You said I had to.”

“When have you ever done anything I said?”

“All the time! This is slanderous!”

Steve’s lips pressed against his neck and he sighed.

“Thanks, baby,” Steve mumbled against his shoulder before pulling away.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Eddie hated dishes. But it wasn’t so bad when Steve kept his arms wrapped around him and told him about his day.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #domestic fluff #idk what i’m doing #get me out of here #I finished my paper btw #so I’m not procrastinating anymore #now I’m just letting every thought leak from my brain

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disgracedghostprincess · 1 year

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DONNIE WON THE WHEEL OF DOOM!!

Lets make sure Donnie wins in the @autismswagsummit

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #autistic donatello #autism #autism poll #autism swag summit #second post #idk what i’m doing #save rottmnt

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xoalin4-xota-linda · 4 months

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This is my first time ever making a story/geadcannon thingy. I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m still trying to learn how to do it.

Nikto x reader

Nikto never knew how it show love, how to be gentle nor kind.

I mean, how was he supposed to know when he grew up in a shit household, a shit mother, an even shitter father and a shit school.

he hated his childhood, he basically never had one. No warm hugs from his parents, no going shopping with his mother, no Christmas presents. Nothing.

he wasn’t a good kid neither, always getting into fights in school, out of school, at home. Skipping school and often times not coming home for a whole week.

he was only good at one thing in his life, killing and sex. First time he had sex was when he was 16, and he kept going back to that same brothel. So it was obvious he was going to be good at it.

But what was he supposed to do when a cute little thing like you came up to him? Ignore you obviously. But that didn’t work.

you were persistent, following him around base like a lost puppy. God, you were insatiable

how did someone like you even end up in the military? God knows how. You were weak and too kind for your own good.

It annoyed him, any chance you’d get, you would cling to his arm. Staying near to him no matter how many times your other colleagues told you to stay away from him.

It also annoyed him even more when those fucking men would drool over you while you were working out. Oh how much he wanted to punch their faces in until there was nothing but mush left.

You were too kind, too weak and for gods sake, too fucking innocent to realise that those touches and looks those men gave you were far from kind.

He wanted to protect you from their prying eyes, wanted to take you back to Russia and lock you in his house to become his perfect little wife.

You’d look so beautiful there, cooking a meal for him to eat each time he comes back from a mission, just for him to eat you after like he never even touched his food.

He was a disgusting pig for wanting something like you, something so pretty and pure. You were barely in your late twenties! But hey, you were an adult weren’t you?

So it wasn’t that bad. Yeah, it wasn’t that bad that he imagined ruining that pure body of yours with his tainted hands. It wasn’t that bad that he wanted to choke you with his cock. It wasn’t that bad that he wanted to completely ruin you until you were nothing but an obedient little wife for him.

Yeah, it wasn’t that bad.

But what did you expect when you looked at him with those goddamn glossy eyes? You were so- fucking perfect in his eyes. Nothing like him.

He shouldn’t even be looking at you, he was far too tainted to ever be able to touch you. to hold you. To buy you sweet meaningless gifts. To fucking ruin you.

He was disgusted in himself. Disgusted that almost every night he had to fight off the urge to fist his cock while looking at the photo he has of you in your underwear while you were getting changed.

You wouldn’t mind right? You wouldn’t mind that he imagines doing unspeakable things to you? You wouldn’t mind that he has photos of you half naked on his phone that he somehow got without ever asking you?

God he couldn’t help himself, he wanted you, and he wanted you bad. None of the cheap whores at the brothel could ever compare to you. Because each time he was bottomed out in one of them, all he couldn’t think of was you.

He should be ashamed, and he is! But he simply doesn’t care enough to stop. And is too scared to ask you out on a proper date. Not that he even knows how to do one

I mean, why would someone so precious like you want someone like him? Cold, face disfigured beyond recognition, body tainted with too many scars to count. He was ruined

But then again, you were clinging to him like your life depended on it, so who is he to not take advantage of that? He is none but a man after all.

So when you did follow him to his corders one night, he couldn’t help it. If you wanted to follow him asking for his cock like a slut then who was he to deny? You never asked for it, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it

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You don’t know how it happened honestly, it all went to fast. One minute you were following nikto to his corridors and the next your face was pressed into the pillows with his cock sheathed deep inside your sopping cunt.

He wasn’t gentle with it either, tho he did prep you with his fingers, tho that wasn’t very gentle. But you liked it, of course you did! Who were you to not like anything nikto gave you? What was the point of having you if you didn’t except what he gave you without a problem?

He was big, not overly big but decent enough to stretch you so much it hurt. But god it felt good, maybe you were just a whore. Who knows.

You didn’t even understand half of what he was saying, since he decided to switch his language on you the moment he entered your cunt.

His cock sliding out of your velvet walls, before slamming back in. His hands gripping your hips so fucking hard there is going to be bruises. He didn’t even have the decency to take his gloves off! But you didn’t mind, you’d wear the bruises with pride.

To say it was rough was an understatement, he made it so it would hurt you. He wanted to hurt you, to see you cry and sob in pain. It was your fault after all, you shouldn’t have gone for someone like him.

His hand would grip the back of your hair and pull your head back from time to time, leaning his bulky form over your back to whisper in your ear about how much of a whore you are.

The words only made you clench tighter for him, and he loved it. He’d never go back to them cheap whores at the brothel if it meant he’d be able to bottom out in your whenever he wanted.

You were perfect for him, so small, so tight, so innocent and for him to completely fucking ruin.

He was contemplating just going with his plan in the first place, to take you to Russia to be his wife. He wouldn’t care if you even wanted to be his wife. He has his hands on you and he is never taking them off.

You were so cute tho, your fucked out expression, face scrunched up in pain but overwhelming pleasure. You had practically begged for him to cum inside you with the way your walls clinged to him.

So who was he to care if you whined about being too sore and full to go another round? He didn’t care, he wanted more and he was going to take more.

But he did love you! At least he thinks he did. This is what love is right? That this is how it’s supposed to be?

He’d bring you home, stuff you full of his children but then make you take some pills because he is too scared to be a father.

He’d get you what you wanted, if he felt like you deserved it. He’d get a nice house, have you cook for him and clean the house while he goes out and fights wars.

You’d be such a perfect wife, if you listen to him and do everything he says. He believes that is how love is supposed to be, In his eyes it’s perfect.

He sometimes got a bit too rough during sex tho. he couldn’t help it, he was just not born to be gentle, and you were just so fuckable it only made it worse.

Tho when he did notice that he actually hurt you, a bit too much, he felt guilty as if he committed the worse sin to mankind. He’d get scared, he hurt his precious girl! Now she is never going to want to be with him anymore!

When that does happen tho, he usually stops whatever he was doing and looks at you with stiff posture, basically frozen, unsure of what to do. Before he leaves the room in a rush.

You don’t see him for the next week.

Tho when you did see him again, he was quiet, distant, just like how he was when you’d cling to him for the first time. Pushing you away.

You would then have to plead with him to come back, saying that he did nothing wrong and it was all an accident.

He usually comes back after that. Because god he missed you, missed your smell, your touch, your voice, your everything.

The first time that happened and you got him back, he was practically glued to your side for the whole day. Tho he never once touched you without you asking for it, too scared that he’ll hurt you again and fuck it all up. Just like he always does.

At night when you’d go to bed, he’d lie down stiffly next to you. Until you’d open your arms and call for him, pleading to him that it was ok.

He’d then lay almost on top of you, crushing your poor body with his heavy weight. Tho you didn’t dare make a sound, you didn’t want him to know he was hurting you again.

Tho after that he went back to same old him, emotionless and fucking you like you were some worthless toy. Not caring to be gentle again

Safe to say, is that your relationship isn’t the best, it’s unhealthily and borderline manipulative most of the time.

But he loved you and that was all that mattered.

Right?

Hello! Thank you for reading! If you got it this far without skipping.

This is one of my first stories and first time ever uploading on here. If this is even a story. It’s more of like head canons I suppose.

If there is something wrong about this or something you think I should work on do tell me.

Or if you would like to request headcanons of him or some other character in call of duty you can! I will take requests on my TikTok which is ‘ Xoalin4 ‘ or ‘ xota_linda ‘

I also create bots on Poe and I take requests for them as well. You can find my Poe account on my TikTok description, there is a link.

I take requests for headcanons of: ghost, König, Krueger, Velikan and most of all, nikto

#nikto x reader #nikto #cod nikto #idk what i’m doing #headcanon #call of duty #cod modern warfare #call of duty nikto #x reader #this is shit #i hate this

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itsmebeebolmao · 5 days

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TEAM 7

I thought it would look cool for an acrylic keychain so I went ahead and drew it, despite not even having materials to make it a keychain yet. 😭 REWATCHING NARUTO SUCKED ME BACK IN HELP

#Naruto Uzumaki #Sasuke Uchiha #sakura haruno #Naruto #digital art #idk what i’m doing #kakashi hatake #my art

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trashfactorysstuff · 6 months

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Important request

#ozai #azulon #idk what I’m doing

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elixirq23 · 9 months

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Gloss

“Your lips look so shiny, it makes me wanna kiss them until they turn matte”

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

(DO NOT REPOST, ORIGINAL WORK BY ME A.K.A @elixirq23)

genre: smut, fluff

warnings!: soft dom;jisung x sub;fem reader, fingering, oral (f & m recieving), praise kink (like A HUGE one), nicknames. (I think that’s it, lmk if there’s smth else)

“Fuck.” You said, as you flipped a page of your book, realising you missed a page. “What’s wrong?” Your roommate, Jisung asked you. “I missed a page, now I don’t know what’s going on. At this point, I’m gonna fail the exam.” you sighed as you took another sip of your coffee. “C’mon, Y/N. Both of us have been at this for the past 3 months. If we still fail, then fuck it. We’ll run away with Minho hyung or something” he said, making little doodles with his black pen on the back of both of your hands. You giggled after seeing two penises with stars around them on both of your hands.

You chuckled at the thought. “You think he would let me come with you guys?”, and han nodded. “I’m exhausted. I really want to sleep, but I can’t.” you walked over to it and groaned loudly as you fell onto it, landing on your face. You felt breathless as Jisung lied on your back. “J-Ji I c-can’t breathe!” He stood up, and you squealed as he picked you up as he stood up.

“PUT ME DOWN BEFORE I STOP BUYING YOU CHEESECAKES AND COFFEE YOU IDIOT” you sighed as he gently seated you on the bed. He sat down beside you and started laughing. His adorable heart shaped smile and Adam’s apple showed, and your heart melted at the sight. His hair looked messy. They slightly covered his eyes, which were barely visible because he was still laughing his ass off. His cheeks were pink and puffy, and you wanted to squish them until they were completely red. You’ve liked jisung for a while now, but have been too oblivious to figure out that he fell first and fell HARDER.

“You need to calm down, and I’ve got just the trick.” He said while you walked back to your desk, shaking your head no. “Sorry, ji, but not today. I really need to study.”

“Please, just for today? For me?” He said, giving you the puppy eyes. You groan as you say, “fine, but just for today.” as he jumps up and down like a little child on Christmas morning. Next think you know both of you are in a convenience store, eating ramyun with ice-cream and drinks. Both of you got the spicy ones since you like competing to see who can take it, and you got choco chip cookie ice cream with a cold coffee, while he got a strawberry ice cream with an iced mocha.

“Bro, Jae-hoon and Hannah are literally couple goals. They went on a date the other day, and Jae decorated that crusty ass gazebo near the river in that abandoned vacation home with flowers and light and pictures and stuff.” Han said, stuffing his face with more food.

Your eyes widened, “How come Hannah didn’t tell me?! Well, I know Chan hyung won’t be to happy about it!” You said, laughing as you thought about how he would react. Both of you started mocking him before throwing away the trash and buying some more snacks. You ran to the dorm, once again racing each other, and gave your favourite old security guard some food.

Both of you played some games together, and had some snacks as well. You had completely forgot about the tests. Until the game was over. You both just looked around, until you faced each other. “I- I’ll be honest. I’m thinking about the exam.” You said, not being able to take the silence anymore. He sighed. “Same.” You both thought of some things to do together, but in vain. “I’ma go change into more comfy clothes. Be right back!” You said as you walked off to your room. You changed into some grey shorts and one of Jisung’s purple shirts. You removed your bra and sighed in relief because it had been suffocating you all day. You put on a little lip gloss, because why not? You liked it!

As you walked into the living room, Jisung’s eyes widened. He was glad the lights were dim, or he would’ve been fucked (pun intended). His breath got caught in his throat when he saw you in his shirt and some really short shorts. He felt shame and embarrassment any time he thought of you like that.

But right now, you were making it really hard (quite literally) for him to not do so. Your nipples poking out of his shirt, and your beautiful thighs on display. Oh god, and your beautiful, plump lips. He’s imagined kissing them and watching them moan his name. He loves them, so much. He gulped as you sat down and ran your fingers through your hair. “So, did you think of anything to do?” you asked him, still unaware of the bulge in his sweatpants. “Uh, no.” He quickly replied, getting harder by the second.

you looked at him, confused, until you noticed it. “Oh.” You accidentally said out loud, and he covered his face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry” he said, looking away. “Uh, don’t worry, ji.” You said, smiling. Your smile fell when you spoke the next part, “Um, is it- is it because- of me?” You asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

“Um, y-yeah?” He said hesitantly. You pressed your lips together, and gathered up all the courage you had. What other chance will you get? “C-can I help? Only I-if you want though” you said, fidgeting with your fingers. He looked at you as if he’d seen a ghost, but quickly cleared his throat and mumbled a quick ‘sure’. You kneeled on the floor and looked him in the eye once more before slowly pulling down his sweats and boxers.

whoa. He’s… huge. You were basically drooling as you spread the drops of pre-cum on his length. He bit his lip to suppress a moan, and you said, “no, ji. Don’t hesitate. Be as vocal as you want” you said, before wrapping your lips around the tip of his length. You began bobbing your head up and down slowly, and Han groaned at the feeling. You slowly quickened your pace. You looked up to see han, and oh my god. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Beads of sweat flowing down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes closed shut and lips in a line. His moans and whimpers just made it so much better. You felt yourself getting more and more aroused, and Jisung began getting louder. You went faster, and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. You let out a low groan and that just finished it for jisung. He emptied into your mouth with a high-pitched whine, said your name followed by a few curses and you wiped the cum off the edges of you lips.

“That was… amazing Y/N… thanks” he said. “Um, can I- may I- only if you want, uh- help you out?” he asked, and you blushed. “Oh um, are you s-sure?” you spoke and he nodded. You sat next to him and he looked into your eyes. “C-can I kiss you?” He asked, and your heart did a flip. “It’s just, your lips still look so shiny, and, you kinda just sucked me off so-”

“JI!” you said as he raised his hands. You nodded before connecting your lips together. He adjusted your position so you were now straddling him. Your hands were on his shoulders, while his travelled around your body. He snuck his hands into your (his) shirt and played with your tits. You moaned into his mouth as he squeezed your right nipple and he snuck his tongue into your mouth. he thought your lips tasted like strawberries. He was obsessed, intoxicated. He wanted to kiss you forever, but he knew he wanted you to be pleased as well. He began trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck, then to your collarbone, and you whimpered when he found your sweet spot. He gently removed his shirt off you, and you did the same with him.

Once you were comfortably lying on the couch, he removed your shorts too. he took a minute to appreciate your beauty. “You’re stunning.” He said, and you blushed at the comment. “T-thanks”.

He took your right breast in his hand and sucked on it, and you gasped. He played with your other breast. “J-ji, want you to touch me” you said, not being able to talk properly. “I will, baby. Just want you to feel good, yeah?” he said before going lower until his head was between you thighs. He slowly blew a little air and you squirmed in your place. He chuckled before dipping his middle finger into your wet folds.

you gasped at the feeling. “You’re so wet, princess” he said before kissing your inner thighs. He licked a stripe up your slit and you whimpered, already bucking your hips. “It’s ok baby, I’ll make you feel good. Don’t get impatient”

he slowly sucked and licked your pussy and used his fingers to make an eight figure on your clit. You moaned loudly as he licked faster and deeper. You felt your high coming and Han replaced his tongue with his fingers so he could go faster. “Han-Hannie!” You squealed as he added 2 more fingers into your heat. “You’re doing great princess, you’re stunning” he said. He whispered other praises into you ears and kissed you hard, which did not slow his fingers down a bit.

he bit your bottom lip and swallowed all the moans of his name ans whimpers you let out. He went back down and licked your clit, and he kept hitting your g-spot, so you felt your high coming. “H-hannie, ‘m gonna cum! Please, let me cum!” you whisper, your eyelids getting heavy. “Cum for me, honey. Cum all over my fingers, pretty.” and that’s all it took. His words and praises just pushed you closer, and you came undone on his digits.

you were pretty tired, so he cleaned you up and made you wear one of his shirts. As both of you sat down on the bed, the room fell silent. suddenly, you blurted out “I like you. A lot. I’ve liked you since you came up to me in 8th grade and started singing that stupid song you made with chan and changbin, ‘Jogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyeo?’” and covered your face with your hands. Han didn’t say anything, he just tapped your cheek.

you looked at him, and he kissed your cheek. “I like you too, Y/N.”

you felt your insides churn up, and hugged him (more like tackled him on the bed but ok). You turned of the lights and checked the time. 2.45 am? Nice. You snuggled into his chest, and he held you close. “So does this mean we get to fuck often?”

“HAN JISUNG!”

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