#literally whipped for his dimples

[lixiesfreckless]

Into It | b. c.

➸ synopsis: the california sunset looks pretty damn good when you're on the hood of Chan's car.

➸ starring: bang chan x female reader

➸ word count: 3k

➸ general content: best friend!chan, car sex, drunk sex, chan is lowkey obsessed with you, mutual pining, dirty talk

➸ warnings: lots of swearing, sexual content, alcohol consumption, mentions of california(LMAO east coast on top)

➸ rating: 18+ MA

➸ author’s note: another oldie but goodie! also I don't even bias chan but I literally went insane writing this so what does that mean-

♫ into it- chase atlantic

Far away.

You feel like your mind is so far away.

The engine roars in your ears as you and Chan zip around the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles, convertible top down to let the wind whip through the vehicle. 

Your hand dangles outside the car door, lazily twirling a half empty bottle of beer in your fingertips as you fully sink into the car seat. Your thoughts are fuzzy, his music is loud, and the breeze is enough to keep you from getting too hot. 

This is as close as you can get to bliss.

Palm trees lining the road, orange and magenta in the sky, hell— if heaven didn’t look like this, did you even want to go?

The car slows down enough for Chan to make a right turn, angling the two of you to a desert close to where they host raves and concerts every summer. By the time the current song stops playing, Chan is pulling the convertible off the road, driving over hardened clay and rocks until he’s about 50 yards away from the asphalt.

“Pass me one of those,” he says, putting the car in park and slumping into the seat. You reach down to the six pack of beer near your feet and pass one to him, bringing your own bottle up to your lips as he takes it.

The guy sticks the cap between his teeth, cracking it open with a sharp twist of his arm, and flicks the cap into the cup holder.

“That’s one way to crack open a cold one,” you chuckle, taking another swig.

“Too bad I’m not with the boys…” he sighs, narrowly dodging a swat from your hand as he laughs.

“Hush, I’m better than the boys.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, letting the troubles of the week dissolve under the tangy taste of the alcohol and the bass from the speakers.

You can’t remember exactly when you started spending your Friday nights like this, driving to random places in the passenger seat of Chan’s car. Usually you’d prefer to spend your nights indoors, but with him, it was never overwhelming. He was your weekly dose of adventure, and you became addicted easily.

But how could you not when he was so…Chan?

He always knew what songs to play, what you felt like talking about, what kind of view would cheer you up— he became someone that knew you better than your best friend, even.

And there was something so disarming about his vintage band tees, beat up converse, blond curls and dimples— especially his dimples. They were a weapon and he used them.

And they reappear right as you notice you’re staring at him. Serves you right for zoning out in his general direction.

“Something on your mind?” He chuckles, and you pop the passenger door open, shaking your head.

“Nope. Just need to stretch.”

You walk around to the front of the car, and the shell dips slightly once you perch on the hood.

This beer is defective, you decide. Alcohol is supposed to blur your thoughts, not sharpen them.

And yet all you can think about is the man moving to lean against the front of the car, standing just a foot away from you.

Your mind pretends not to notice the way Chan’s gaze lingers on your lips, almost glazing over every time you take a swig from the bottle in your hand. Your body however, burns. Reacts like water on hot oil. It feels like every cell is dancing in the remnants of the sunset when he looks at you. 

It might just be the alcohol though.

You lean back and lie on the hood of the car, using your hands as a makeshift pillow behind your head as you watch the sky turn an even deeper shade of pink. Chan takes one glance at you and takes a long sip of beer as he quickly looks away, pushing the sight of your shirt riding up your torso far back into his mind. The…things he could do there-

“Shit, how many of those have we gone through,” you mumble, lazily shifting your eyes up to the sky.

“Uh, four?” Chan glances back at you, mentally cursing at the way your face matches the sky above, dusted with pink. He doesn’t know it’s from you staring at his arm veins. “We have water in the back if you want some-”

“No, no I’m good.” Your voice sounds like honey to him; maybe he should pass the bottle back to you, just so you’ll stay quiet. “Just feeling more than a little buzzed.” 

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, and the huskiness in his voice practically pokes you in the side. “Now would be the best time to do something crazy then.”

“Something crazy?” You laugh out loud, then sit up slightly on the hood, leaning back on your elbows. “There’s nothing but desert for miles. What are we supposed to do-”

Your sentence stops dead in its tracks as your eyes meet with Chan’s, the heat rushing to your gut all at once as the wind blows his blond curls into his eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate this time; his eyes wander lower and lower on your face until they land on your bottom lip, trapped between your teeth. 

“God, why do you always do that…” he whispers, shifting his gaze back to the road.

…What? 

The wind whistles in your ears as you feel them growing hotter, unsure what to make of his sudden statement.

“Do…do what?” He looks back at you with tortured eyes, as if you’re the only water in the California desert.

“Bite your lip like that; it makes me think-” he stops and drains the rest of the bottle in his hand, then leaves it on the hood and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’m gonna turn the music up.”

Your eyes follow him as he trails along the side of the car, and you feel a certain window of opportunity beginning to close. Summoning most of your courage, you jump off the hood and walk up behind Chan, waiting for him to finish messing with the stereo before tapping him on the back.

“Yeah?” He turns around and barely has any time to think before you’re pressing on his shoulders, pulling him down slightly as you crash your lips onto his. He immediately catches your waist, letting out a surprised muffle that dissolves into a sigh as he pulls you against him.

You break apart after a moment, lips still tingly and buzzing with excitement, but you wonder if you’ve made the right decision as you look up at Chan, who still has his eyes closed.

“You’re drunk,” he whispers, finally looking down at you with a flushed face.

“Not drunk enough.” You twist the shoulder seams of his shirt between your fingers in consideration. “I’m sober enough to know that look. And if you don’t do something about it, then I-”

“You want me to do something about it?” He pulls your hips tight against his, and now that you’re leaning on him, you can feel the bass from the car reverberating through both of you. That combined with the buzz of the alcohol and his hands on your bare midriff nearly sends you over the edge, but you keep your composure.

And by that you mean you pounce on him— you love his voice, but you’re tired of talking about something you could be doing.

If you both were a little less tipsy, the kisses would probably be less frantic. But neither of you seem to care, hands grabbing at each other desperately as you search for better ways to pull each other closer.

“You have no idea,” he pants between kisses, “you have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” You shudder into his lips, raking through his blond locks and tugging at the ends as Chan’s grip tightens on your hips. He takes a sharp inhale before picking you up, waiting for you to latch your legs around his torso before he slides his arms under your legs. As he walks around the car, you both never separate; you’re actually surprised when you feel the cool metal of the hood come into contact with the backs of your thighs.

He nestles himself between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs and tracing the distressed hem of your denim skirt as the bass of the song picks up. You’re lucky you’re on the hood and not the trunk; the subwoofers vibrating against you would have been too much for sure. 

He pulls away from your lips, dipping his head to catch his breath as he pants into the crook of your neck. To him, this is insane. He has you on the hood of his car. He has you on the hood of his car.

How is a man supposed to think straight in this situation? 

Meanwhile, his hot breath on your neck is driving you to the brink of insanity. Just a raise of your shoulder and he’d be kissing it. Shoot, he could make you crazy with his fingers just an inch higher too.

“Chan,” you whisper, not realizing how close your breathy voice was to his ear, and the last of his resolve practically evaporates off of him.

“Y/n…” his nose follows the curve of your neck as he makes his way up to your face, “tell me if I need to stop, I just…”

He hooks his hands around your knees and pulls, effectively pinning your hips together in a casual display of strength, and you gasp before he seizes your bottom lip between his, sucking and biting until a soft moan slips from your lips.

“Fuck, make that sound again,” he groans, hands sliding back up your thighs to the hem of your shirt. You relent, no longer keeping your sighs and sounds of pleasure to yourself as his hands slide under your crop top, around to your back.

He makes quick work of your bra, releasing the tension around your ribcage before sliding his thumbs along the underside of your breasts. Just thinking about all of the things he could do to you has both of you buzzing with anticipation, panting against each other’s mouths.

His thumb just barely grazes your nipple and you swear you see the world begin to tilt.

You don’t know what it is; normally a gesture that small wouldn’t elicit such a reaction out of you, but the alcohol in your veins and the bass under your thighs seem to bring every motion of his straight to your core. And usually you’d be embarrassed at how loud you are, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he continues just like that, both thumbs barely putting any pressure on the peaks under your shirt.

Your head lolls back slightly, and Chan wastes no time in licking a thin stripe up the column of your neck, stopping right at the shell of your ear.

“Ideally, I’d want to take my time with you, but right now…” his voice is thick with lust as he flicks both of your nipples, and you jolt forward. “I don’t think you’d want me to.”

“Chan, please,” you gasp out, wanting to press your thighs together, “get on with it already.”

He obliges you, hands sliding down to your skirt and then back up under it, looking for the edge of your panties. Once he has them, he pulls them down and over your Nike blazers, tossing them into the convertible onto the passenger seat.

He then reaches behind you, pushing two empty bottles off the car as he presses you flat against the hood. The sound of the bottles breaking against the rocky terrain is barely registered by you though, you’re more focused on Chan’s free hand snaking back up your skirt.

Curses slip out of his mouth once his thumb brushes across your clit; he’s more than shocked to feel just how soaked you are, but you shake your head vigorously, catching his attention.

“Skip it,” you say breathlessly, looking directly into his eyes. He understands instantly, coffee colored eyes practically turning coal black seeing your desperation.

The sky seems to swirl different shades of purple and pink as the wind feathers over your body, and just past the contrails in the sky, you can see the stars beginning to poke their faces into the rosy backdrop.

There is a very real possibility that you are dreaming all of this.

But the sound of his zipper being pulled down snaps your senses into focus, and the possibility of Chan fucking you under a sky like this seems more urgent.

The next minute flies by, and before you know it Chan is lining himself up at your entrance, checking that the condom is on properly before lifting your skirt to your hips.

His eyes flicker to yours momentarily, and you nod before relaxing fully, letting your head rest against the hood as he holds onto your hips tightly.

And then you instantly tense up once he starts pushing into you.

It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to slide in without really touching you, but the hiss he draws between his teeth tells you he’s not really focusing on that.

You’re focusing on how you didn’t catch a glimpse of him before he put it in, and now your entire lower abdomen is tingling in excitement over just how much of him there is. Silly how you were trying to sober up for this moment, only for you to feel high all over again with him fully inside you.

“I- shit, okay wow,” he hisses, dragging himself out and back in slowly. “You’re so warm, god-”

You can’t even respond, you’re so occupied by the feeling of his ridges along your walls that your fingers are already looking for something to grab onto.

Somehow in the haze of it all, you still want to urge him deeper, so you wrap your legs around his waist and watch as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering closed mid-thrust.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, picking up the pace and holding your hips tighter as you whine, feeling him finally start to brush one of your sensitive spots.

Chan cannot process the scene playing out in front of him. You’re draped over the hood of his car, taking what he’s giving you so easily, face flushed and hair falling over your face from the wind. Your shirt is halfway up your torso, but your skirt is up six inches too high, high enough to see where he's sheathing himself inside of you. He couldn’t make this up if he tried.

The pressure building inside of you jumps to the next level once his hand slides up your shirt again, gently rubbing circles over your nipple as opposed to the faster thrusts down below. Your back arches into his hand as you gasp, squeezing your thighs around him tighter as you do so.

“Chan,” you whine, scratching your nails against the car, and a few more curses tumble out of his mouth as he stares down at you. 

“You’re so good y/n,” he pants, snapping his hips against you now, “better than I- ah, I imagined.”

“You’ve thought about this before?” You’re cut off by another moan; it’s a miracle how you can even speak.

Chan doesn’t reply; instead, he hooks his hands under your knees and drops them on his shoulders, then scoops his hands back under your hips and pulls them to his with a quick snap.

“I’ve thought about this before,” he says with a wicked grin, hitting you at just the right angle to pull a sharp gasp out from your lips.

“Oh my god, there-” you moan breathlessly, pressing your hands flat onto the hood of the car as he pounds into you relentlessly.

The sky is spinning. Your heart is pounding. You wish you could focus on something, anything other than the spongy part of you that Chan is hitting to the beat of the song under you, just so you could last a little bit longer. 

But the sight of him with your legs around his neck, eyes closed with strands of gold wisping across his face, the look of pure ecstasy painted across his cheeks, ensures that you have close to three seconds before the knot in your stomach unravels.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you say as you feel yourself coming undone, back arching into your release which only makes Chan pound deeper, heightening the intensity tenfold.

He cries out once you clamp down around him, spitting out random strings of curses until he’s emptying his restraint into the condom, slowing down his thrusts as he finally opens his eyes again, locking gazes with you.

He looks nothing short of ethereal with the now purple backdrop of the sky, framing his blond locks with lilac clouds as he slowly pulls out of you, doing his best not to overstimulate you. You almost tell him not to; being that full was nice, something you’d probably never admit unless you were actually drunk.

“Wow,” you breathe out, watching him lower your legs down to the hood. “That was…”

“Crazy, I know,” he laughs, still trying to calm his breathing as he looks at you. “But you were amazing, holy shit-”

“…better than the boys?” You tease, smirking up at him. 

He gives you a knowing look, picking up on the funny way you worded the question. But instead of getting flustered, he leans over the hood, caging you against it with his arms.

“Hmm…I don’t know. I think I’d have to try this a couple of times before I can give you a definite answer.”

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[trashcigs]

watching their girlfriend perform ・ 보이넥스트도어 idol!female reader + word count 0.7k genre est relationship fluff idol au cw not proof-read — more 🍀

jaehyun

literally a die-hard fan of your group! the loudest and most dedicated fanboy to ever exist???? watches on the big screen to observe every cute and pretty expression you make. jaehyun can't stay in one place, he's practically jumping in his seat, mouthing lyrics while doing small movements of your choreography (cutie). smiles too wide his cheeks start to hurt :(( gives up halfway and stands up from his seat to dance with you, knowing your part by heart but does end up doing the adlibs ( other groups around him find him so cute ).

the camera has caught him so many times he doesn't even care at this point, looking at the camera while pointing to the stage where your group is and giving it a double thumbs up ( don't be surprised when he's going viral again for his obvious adoration for you ). so many videos of him eyes tearing up with a loverboy grin on his face when your singing on stage goes viral cause the boy is just so clearly whipped

sungho

you cannot tear sungho's attention away from the stage. eyes always following you, whoever you may be, with a proud smile on his face. he's just so amazed! i mean imagine not having a super-talented idol s/o!?!? the camera literally catches him at the worst moments bc tell me why he's on-screen with his jaw agaped, hand over mouth, laughing, giggling kicking his feet. always staring at you with a stunned expression, hand over mouth, slapping jaehyun's arm ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

whenever you do something cute, his ears turn red. whenever you do something even remotely amazing he'd just gasp! ( celebration afterward ) notes to buy you a gift after the performance and treat you to an amazing dinner because you deserve it.

riwoo

tries not to make it too obvious or draw attention from your performance, but you can tell how happy he is. riwoo is literally losing his composure almost immediately after youre on the stage. his facial expressions range from 'damn that's good' to eyes widening to a very warm grin when you appear on the big screen. would subtly sing along, some parts (yours specifically) of the song he'll mouth. every once in a while you'd see him clapping along to the beat -- from the instruments to the stage, the dance break, and you-- all so captivating. ( /// ○ _ ○)

smile would grow twice in size once it's your part. stares are you with an 'o' shaped mouth and eyes filled with admiration. already knows your choreo by heart, would find himself on the big screen dancing along to the song then gets a bit shy and sits down. loverboy fr

taesan

will try to keep his reactions to a minimum but can't. I mean how could he? when someone as beautiful as you are belting their heart out onstage, who looks fabulous I might add, who wouldn't want to dance along with you? dongmin's eyes would follow your movements in complete awe, eyes never tearing away from the stage. <(■-■)>

trying to maintain his composure pt2 but FAILS MISERABLY AND is caught on camera literally melting to your stunning smile, finds himself smiling back. dancing to your parts and mirroring your moves in like tiny (?). he is completely whipped, having been told by woonhak that the camera is on him. hiding behind his hands while the others laugh at the way the blush creeps up. ( he's such a cutie)

leehan

always staring at you with so much adoration and love. donghyun loves hearing your voice and at times he'd just close his eyes and sway from side to side and give you such a love-sick smile it's insane. his dimples are so visible from a mile away. eyes glowing at you, when you hit that high note he's so mesmerized, like damn my baby can do that?? you’re the most gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful idol to him. you have the looks matched with the voice gifted by angels. and he tells you this every day but it's so evident with the way he looks at you. ~(^ ▫ ^)~

you have him wrapped around your finger whether you like it or not. when the camera focuses on you after the end for the performance for the ending fairy, he's on his feet clapping for you. you can hear him cheering so loud from the crowd, so blow a kiss to the camera, and watch him giggle like a school girl. (he'll blow a kiss back and the audience goes wild )

woonhak

is smiling dancing singing -- just everything! woonhak is so excited to see you perform. thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. can't stay in his seat pt2. fighting the urge to dance along and of course, he loses when he finds himself dancing with jaehyun during the chorus. staff members from the side are telling him to calm down, which he does, but not really. has way too much energy (^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^)

does your fanchant and fans are literally recording him doing it, calling him ( your group ) best boy, best fanboy. jaw drops to the floor when you wink at the camera and the boy freezes in place. it's like he's falling in love all over again. turns to his hyungs to show them that he knows your choreography, he's adorable. gosh he loves you so much.

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[harryistheonlyoneforme]

leaving us with a cliffhanger?? you know what you’re doing😏

part 1

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“YN? Are you alright in there?” the voice behind the knock questions from the other side of the door. Both Harrys and YN’s eyes go wide in realization that it’s her father. She whips her head to Harry for some sort of help but she knows he has something up his sleeve when he just gives her his signature dimpled grin.

Before she can even register what’s going on, though, Harry sinks to his knees behind her before simply swiping his tongue through her messy folds. Her eyes immediately flutter closed and she has to bite down on her lip hard in order to keep quiet. Harry doesn’t even give her a moment of recovery before repeating the action, but after this time he takes her clit between his lips.

The knocking picks up again on the door, more urgent this time. “Y/N/N? What’s going on in there are you okay?” her father asks her, and she wants so badly to respond so that he’s no longer worried and will just go away, but it’s just so hard with Harry’s mouth on her. She’s squirming from the overstimulation and the pleasure, trying her hardest not to moan out loud. She finally forces herself to speak, clearing her throat as a way to stop the sound bubbling in her throat.

“Yeah, sorry,” she begins, her words coming out shakily we Harry just doesn’t let up. “I sneezed, think my allergies are acting up.” There’s silence on the other side of the door. That doesn’t stop Harry, though, continues to get his fill as she struggles above him.

“Oh,” he responds sounding suspicious for just a moment. They think they’ve been caught but then he speaks up again. “Your allergies do get really bad around this time. Well if you need any medication you know where it is. I’ll be in the living room,” he finishes. His footsteps retreat and YN just sighs in relief before her knees nearly buckle when Harry pulls away and inserts two fingers into her swollen pussy.

He begins pumping his fingers inside of her at a steady speed, pressing kisses all over her thighs and ass in the most innocent way; as if his fingers aren’t literally knuckle deep inside of her with her family a few rooms away.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, breaking the silence. YN keens at the praise, a small whimper falling from her lips as she begins to clench around his fingers. “Kept so quiet for me while I just got my fill, I’m sorry baby I just couldn’t resist.”

YN can’t even say anything else, only a gasp leaving her when she feels his fingers nudge at her g-spot before focusing there. His fingertips graze at the spot with precision each time he pumps them inside her. Due to the overstimulation and pleasure he’s giving her, she’s already so close that her legs have begun to shake. She can’t even warn Harry before he feels her flutter around his fingers before locking down on them.

Her eyes are squeezed tight as he works her throughout the whole thing, only slowing his pace once she’d completely finished and come down. She’s panting against the sink by the time he pulls them out, and she doesn’t even register the feeling of him cleaning her up before fixing both of their clothes. He then peeks out the door and makes sure the coast is clear before helping her up to her bedroom.

He helps her get out of her dress and into bed, tucking her in before pressing a kiss to her forehead with a pout. They want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night tangled in each other’s arms, but Harry has to go. He’s happy she’s mostly asleep by the time he leaves, whispering an ‘I love you’ to her before making his way out and back to the living room.

~

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[blue-jisungs]

daydreamin’

song inspo. daydreamin’ by ariana grande

a/n. i actually ro wanted to write this ever since i saw soobin lipsyncing this song on that one radio show <\\3 also experienced with the lil layout gif thingy ++ blond soob !!!!!!!!

oh and it’s my first post for the july jam session event so enjoy!! check it out to see what’s going on teehee

summary. soobin walked in and simply caught your attention… you would have never guessed how it would end

warnings. cursing + reader is kind of awkward but it’s cute tho <\3

you were sitting in your class, the professor being more boring than usual. it was nearly 20 minutes past 8am when the door slammed open and someone walked in, grey hoodie thrown over his blond hair. he walked hesitantly, long legs making small steps.

your eyes lingered on him, you couldn’t help but admit that he caught your attention.

“sorry for being late, the traffic…” the stranger spoke out, awkward smile plastering on his plush lips. your heart skipped a beat upon that sight.

“alright, soobin. just sit somewhere” the professor let out a disappointed sigh. soobin. what a cute name.

before you realised, he caught you staring. eyes growing wide, he smiled cutely which resulted in his dimples showing. could this guy be any cuter?!

he sat next to you, a bit awkward and stealing glances at you every once in a while.

after the class finished, soobin grabbed his bag and left the room hurriedly. he didn’t notice his pencil case falling out.

you picked it up and left a scoff, amused by the bunny shaped case. what a guy. you’ll give it back to him on the nearest occasion.

you haven’t seen soobin for the next day too. which didn’t mean you haven’t thought about him. it was crazy how a guy that you sat next to during one lesson had you so whipped.

resting your chin on your palm you were deep in thought, daydreaming about him. it was weird, you knew but he was so cute! you couldn’t help it. his awkwardness made him even more adorable, constantly on your mind. you recalled the way he walked, a little stiff but sweet in a way.

playing with the bunny pencil case with your free hand you huffed. suddenly you heard someone’s shushed whispers.

“–insane?! i tell you, you are. go see a doctor!”

you turned around slightly and noticed… soobin. he was talking with a friend of his. soobin’s ebony eyes were sparking with mischief, a silly smile blooming on his face.

“i’m literally not! and don’t look at me like that!” he huffed, soft lips forming into a pout. he crossed his arms and looked away from his friend, eyes meeting yours.

you quickly turned around and hid the pencil case. you still need to give it back to him.

a smile crept on your face. the way he talked was so cute, too.

you walked to the library, passing soobin in the hallway. he was too good looking for his own good… and you still had to return the bunny case he lost.

finally finding a place to occupy you sighed, taking out your stuff. putting your headphones in and shuffling a random song you failed to hear approaching footsteps.

a sigh left your mouth when you finally sat down, with your chin in the plan of your hand. you noticed the small bunny doodles you made on a exercise sheet and just shook your head.

suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder.

letting out a surprising yelp, you turned around only to meet soobin’s heart warming grin.

“hi”

you took out your headphones, the random ariana grande’s song that played going quiet.

“hi” you smiled back, unable to look away from his dimples.

“i uh… i noticed you have my pencil case”

your smile dropped, eyes widening in realisation. fuck. shit. you look like a weirdo now.

you started rummaging through your bag in order to find it, your own belongings almost flying in the air everywhere.

“i… uh… sorry! i promise it’s not what it looks like! you dropped it and– and i wanted to give it to you, i swear but you just… i just… didnt–” you rambled nervously. soobin laughed.

your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that angelic sound and that’s when you saw the bunny pencil case at the bottom of your bag.

“i was too shy” you added quietly, wanting to hand him back his property. mentally you already said goodbye to any chances with him and only daydreaming about what ifs but soobin was already sitting down next to you.

“i understand, truly. i was a little bit pissed because my friends wouldn’t lend me any pens so for the past few days i wasn’t taking notes…” he hummed hesitantly, his large hand brushing ever so slightly against yours when he grabbed the bunny case from your hands “… so would you mind lending me your notes? we can grab, uh, coffee too… if you’d like”

“no! i mean yes! i mean, uh… fuck” you let out a sigh, blood hitting your cheeks from embarrassment. soobin just smiled wildly, amused “i meant it as in no, i wouldn’t mind and yes, i’d love to. grab coffee, with you”

“it’s a date then. shall we go?” he asked, tilting his head.

“o-oh. now? sure” you nodded and before you walked away, stunned, soobin reminded you about your belongings laying on the floor. he helped you pick them up too, stealing glances at your cutely flushed face.

“–y/n? she’s gone. like gone gone” beomgyu sighed, snapping his fingers in front of your face. you blinked slowly, looking confused at soobin. he just smiled tenderly “oh, not anymore. welcome back i guess”

“what were you…?” soobin hummed. he knew it well: the way you rested your chin on the plan of your hand, faint smile on your lips. he knew but still…

“daydreamin’” you giggled “about you… you… and only you”

“you’re so gross. get a room!” beomgyu pushed you slightly – but not with too much force – causing you to plop onto your boyfriend’s lap. soobin chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

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[6ix9inewiturmom]

Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

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[crystalflie]

𝐒𝐡𝐡..𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰..

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 -> 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 (𝟏𝟖+)

Tags: Porn with Plot, Two Shot, Female Reader, Canon Divergence, Getou is a teacher at JJT, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Almost Caught, Crying, Filming, Degradation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Making Out, First Time, Dirty Talk.

Word count: 5200~

[Cross-posted on Ao3]

Description: Getou sees how whipped his best friend was for the cute new office assistant. It's too bad that his best friend was also a total idiot when it came to romancing, so it's not Getou's fault if he got to fuck her first..

Romantically..

Over Gojo Satoru's desk.

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Getou pulled your hips down until you felt his own press into your ass, the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants telling you he was just as affected as you were.

.

.

.

“Or..you can beg me to fuck you silly, right here, right now.”

You blink up at him, not knowing whether to focus on ignoring the unbearable slickness- arousal pooling in your lower half, or on the audacity of this man, for making it seem like it was your idea, that you were the one that asked him to kiss you and touch you and make you like this.

“You’re fucking crazy..”

You decide that for better or worse, you were not about to defile your boss’s poor desk with his literal co-worker. You use the remaining strength in your arms to shove Getou’s chest, hoping to at least throw him off a little so you can get up. However, he hardly budged, chuckling under his breath about how adorable it was that you think you can do anything to him.

“Ohh.. am I now?”

You huffed in frustration, at how all you were doing was further humiliating yourself in front of the insufferably sexy man, and how your currently impure thoughts kept lingering on said man’s rock-hard chest underneath his office casual shirt, which you copped a good feel from during that brief moment of contact.

“Yes-”

Getou rolled his hips, the motion grinding into your dripping cunt, juices practically turning your panties translucent. It was nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric now, and you wanted it off. Not that you can voice your requests, when you were busy moaning under Getou over a pathetic amount of friction.

“You shouldn’t be talking doll, not when you’re acting like a total slut, and we’ve hardly done anything yet.”

He smiles, a deep shade of rose dusting over what otherwise would’ve been a charming expression, dimples and all.

“Ah, I know. It’s cause you're used to Satoru already fucking his dick miles deep in you by now, right?”

Unholy images flash through your mind for a split second.

“S-Stop talking like that! It’s not true..”

Getou took the time to let his hand roam slowly up to your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his palm and gently giving it a squeeze.

“What isn’t? Hmmm?”

You turn your head to face away from him, with your cheek squishing against the wooden table as you stare forward at the blank wall to your right.

“I-I was just joking.. I didn’t sleep with Gojo-san.”

While you didn’t exactly see how the man reacted, you did hear his breath hitch as you both stilled.

“Listen Getou-san, it-”

The next thing you felt was him gripping your chin, turning your head over to catch you in another messy kiss. This time, it was a lot more aggressive, with Getou forcing his tongue inside to invade and dominate your mouth. He didn’t shut his eyes, holding your helpless, teary gaze threatening to droop, and proceeded to have a long taste of your sweet saliva, which escaped over the corners of your lips. He groans into you at some point, fondling the breast he held in his other hand. You felt nothing short of lightheaded, trembling beneath him as the hand suddenly reached the buttons of your shirt and tugs.

You knew what was coming, Getou made no indication of letting go of your mouth and stepping back to let you slowly take your clothes off. Of course, of course the way you're going to lose your best white collar shirt is from utter horniness.

“Mmph!”

You tried to protest against the man still holding you captive with his mouth, but a ripping noise along with the sound of buttons popping told you it was too late. However, Getou does finally part from your swollen lips.

“Holy shit..you really aren’t wearing a bra. I mean, I could kind of tell, since your cute tits got all hard before I even started playing with you..”

He smirks and then dives down again to flick his tongue over one of your nipples, the action causing you to whine, making you realize how sensitive your chest is.

“W-what! are you..doing?”

Getou looks at you but instead of responding first, he begins licking and sucking on your flushed breast. You gasp but then close your eyes, brows furrowed as you unintentionally indulge in the new sensation. It was wet..and warm, with Getou swirling his tongue and grunting every few seconds or so.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but everything felt so, so good.

“Ah..!”

Getou lets his teeth dig into your soft flesh, and he sucks harder after hearing you cry out. Your hand finds its way up into his head to grip on the dark locks, accidentally tugging off the band that previously held his hair together. Getou lifted his face from your heaving chest at the feeling of his bangs falling over his eyes. He stares into you and cleans the residue of saliva on his lips with obscene slurping noises.

“Ugh..you’re gross..” You try to avert your gaze to block out the sight of him acting so vulgarly.

“Yeah yeah, keep talking while you still can.”

You huff, which gave him even more pleasure in what he was about to do next. The pads of Getou’s thumbs graze over both sides of your hips, slipping under the cotton fabric of your underwear. He chuckles when you freeze, shooting him a threatening look.

“Do not. Rip these.” Your voice had as much bite to it as a growling puppy, trying to pretend you weren’t desperate for him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

“Relax, I won’t.” At those words, he surprisingly slips off your panties gently, over your legs until it rests in his hand. A wolfish grin takes over his smile as he observes the wet patch on the fabric, then, to your bewilderment, he slips them into his pockets.

You blush harder at that than over the fact that all your parts were completely exposed under him. Getou drags his eyes over your plush, dripping cunt, while you lie uselessly on the desk, waiting for him to make the next move..

“Are you a virgin?” He asks and you stutter, until he cuts you off again.

“Depending on your answer, I may or may not be nicer..Probably.”

You said nothing, only reluctantly nodding, praying that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to make fun of you and just get on with it.

“Oh no darling..” Despite his words, you saw his eyes gleam as you felt his hands creep in between your plush thighs, so close to where you needed him to touch but going no further to your frustration.

“You probably imagined your first time to be all romantic with your patient and loving boyfriend, but that’s too bad.. Sorry baby.”

You didn’t even care that he was just spewing some nonsense to patronize you, but when he retracted his hand from your legs is when you whine at the loss of contact. Through your clouded gaze, you see Getou step back from the desk. You were confused, hearing a little squeak, realizing that the motherfucker plopped himself on Gojo’s chair.

What was he doing?

You annoyingly lift your back off the table to silently glare at him in your sitting position. Getou ignored your grumpy look to take in your exposed and disheveled appearance, skirt rolled up above your hip bones to display your pussy, shirt half off your shoulders and doing nothing to hide your pretty tits. The only thing that was still properly on was your stocking, still hugging onto your thighs.

He wanted to take a photo so badly, and maybe he will. Later. After making more of a mess of you.

“Don’t just glare at me. Go on, prepare yourself.”

Getou propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, waiting for you to move.

“What?” You were stunned. Is he saying what you think he is?

He sighs dramatically, almost imitating how Gojo would.

“I’m telling you to fuck yourself open with your fingers. You have touched yourself before, right?”

It was way too humiliating. There was no way you could do that in front of him, while he..just watches. You cross your arms.

“You’re just going to watch?”

Getou tilted his head, amused.

“What? You want me to get some popcorn too?” He smirks and starts to stand up, causing you slight panic that he might actually leave, but he paused and sat back down again after seeing the cute worry on your face.

“Just kidding..but you better put on a show if you don’t want me to get bored.” Getou himself knew that he was never going to leave this room pitching a tent in his pants, but the bluffing seemed to encourage you.

“Fine..”

You spread your legs wide open, wrapping one arm beneath a thigh to lift it up to your chest, giving the man an eyeful of your twitching cunt. You slowly trail your other hand down until it reaches your sopping pussy, and you bite back a moan at the first touch. You used your index finger to rub a few circles into your aching clit, sighing at finally reaching some proper simulation.

“Don’t hold your voice back.” You hear Getou command.

You couldn’t even look at him right now, only focusing on yourself to forget the spectator that made you slick up even more. You continue to play with your dripping folds, whining at how much your pussy was throbbing. However, the pleasure didn’t make the embarrassment go away, knowing that Getou was burning the image into his mind. The squenching sounds you were producing didn’t make it better. But the thought of him watching..made warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach. You begin pushing a finger into your slit, whimpering at the intrusion, trying to wiggle the digit into your tight walls. After a little work, you were able to fully sink your finger inside, using it to try and loosen yourself a bit more. The second finger went in with a struggle, and you pant as you started trying to scissor yourself, stretching your cunt around your hand. It didn’t hurt too badly as you practically lubricated yourself with your own juices, and you pulled your fingers in and out, the lewdness of the entire situation making you tremble. What’s worse was that you felt your orgasm approaching, your breath becoming unsteady at the building pleasure. Getou must’ve been able to tell as well, as he groaned and you looked up to see him wearing a pleased expression.

“Are you going to cum?” He breaks the silence, eyes still focused on your hand.

You squeak at his voice, fingers stilling inside your pussy as you mutter a quiet yes. Getou hummed, his next sentence making you freeze.

“Take your hand out.” He got up from the chair and walked towards your shaking form, your teary eyes, along with a pout showing how betrayed you felt after all the effort you put in.

You didn’t pull your fingers out yet, but you didn’t dare move them against Getou’s word. Getou stared down at you with a pretend frown, wasting no time in grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand out himself.

“W-Why?” You ask brokenly, not wanting to wait any longer. You were so close, you just needed a little more to go over the edge, your pussy was fluttering around nothing and you were so, so empty.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Ask nicely, and I might let you.” Getou’s grip remained on your wrist.

You swear that you hate him. But apparently not enough to hold onto your dignity. You were too needy and too horny to care, you needed to cum now or you were going to burst out crying.

“P-Please..” You manage to squeeze out.

“What? You gotta use more than just one word, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You really wished he wouldn’t make you spell it out.

“Can I..can I please cum? Please Suguru..” You knew that using his first name was going to rile him up, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to trap you between his arms against the desk, like earlier, hiding his face in your neck only to growl out,

“I change my mind, the only way you’re cumming is on my cock.” He pressed one last kiss on your throat, and pulled back to undress. You focused on the wall behind him, brain still trying to catch up on what he said and what he was going to do, when you heard the rustling of Getou taking off his belt. You were ashamed to get so excited at the noise, but you wanted nothing more for him to finally fuck you like he promised. Your eyes dart down when Getou unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, standing tall with a few pearls of pre-cum on the tip.

You almost did a double take at his size, definitely way bigger than you expected. You didn’t have low expectations either, and you started to get a little nervous wondering how it was going to fit.

Getou hisses as he gives it a few strokes, then catches your eyes flickering toward his length shyly, unsure of what to do at that moment.

“Don’t act coy now, you can touch it.” He said as he took your hand into his, and wrapped it around his stiff cock, your soft palm driving him insane. Getou guided your hand up and down, shamelessly moaning while relishing in your slightly scandalized expression.

“It’s not going to fit..” You whispered.

“Yes it will.” He asserted, continuing the ministrations until suddenly pressing a thumb on top of your lips, pushing until you let him in.

“Mmph..?”

His index finger followed, the long digits stuffing to the back of your throat.

“Get them nice and wet for me princess, or I can’t promise this is going to be pleasant.”

You did your best in sucking and using as much saliva to cover his fingers, and when Getou was satisfied, he pulled them out to stroke at his cock again. You watched as your shining fluids covered his dick, anticipating how he was going to fill you with that monstrosity.

“Lay down.” His voice was strained, clenching onto his cock while eyeing your pretty, inviting pussy that begged to be fucked.

Your back met the cool surface of the wooden desk, glancing at Getou who situated himself between your spread legs. He roughly grabbed onto both your thighs, pushing them to press against your chest until the heels of your feet touched his shoulders. He then took his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy, not yet entering, but teasing you. His hot length felt agonizing against your cunt, and you whined at the delicious friction.

“Hurry..” You rushed him, Getou’s slow movements were making you more impatient. He only tsked, shaking his head at you like you were a naughty child.

“Didn’t I teach you to be polite?” The annoying bastard still had it in him to wait, which made zero sense to you as his eyes were nearly feral staring down at you. You didn’t have the same self control though.

“Please! Please, just fuck me already..”

“As you wish.”

It wasn’t hard to convince him this time, and if Getou hadn’t started to press his tip into your entrance, you would’ve thought he enjoyed cockblocking himself. Your breath hitched as he slowly sunk in, having a little difficulty although you made sure to stretch yourself as thoroughly as possible.

“Holy shit, you are tight.”

He was surprisingly gentle, softly rocking into you a few times to fit the rest of his pulsing cock. Your hands scramble for something to grab on, but there is only paper surrounding the desk with some pencil holders.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

You obeyed without hesitation, attempting to grab onto his broad shoulders, but a sudden hard thrust had you shrieking, latching onto the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Getou hushed you, whispering that it was going to be okay and little apologies for what he did. There was a stinging pain but also a feeling of satisfaction after all you’ve done to reach this point. Your thighs trembled around his hips, and the overwhelming full feeling confirmed he was now completely sheathed inside. Getou’s hands grabbed onto your waist harshly, enough that you were sure it was going to leave marks the next day, and he grinds into you as you both consecutively moaned. He begins moving a little when your breathing steadies, making sure not to go too fast at first.

“Fuck.. you’re clenching me so well..it’s hard not to destroy you right now.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling Getou drag his cock in and out, brushing perfectly against your pussy walls. Soon enough, the pain had melted away into hot, burning pleasure, and you were unable to stop the tiny, slutty noises escaping your lips. That only seemed to encourage him to go faster, his hips slamming into your squelching cunt, producing slick that smeared on his pelvis. The sensation was mind-numbing and the downright dirty act had tears streaming down your face, feeling so guilty of what you were doing on Gojo’s desk, but so good you almost wish he was here to see you debase yourself as nothing more than a filthy whore.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” Getou asks without stopping, fucking you at a beyond leisurely pace.

You let a few more moans, unable to form a single coherent word, eyes glazed over and mind far gone. But to answer his question, you were thinking about nothing but dick. Dick that you had and dick that you wish you did. You hear Getou laugh, and one of his hands leaves your hips to fumble around in his back pockets. You didn’t know what he was searching for until he pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You should’ve been embarrassed and even concerned, but you just didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was that he continued to fuck you with his thick cock.

“Last week. I heard..fuck, that you and Satoru went on a little movie date.”

You were confused, why was he bringing this up? It didn’t matter that Gojo just happened to invite you to the movies since he said he had extra tickets, nothing mattered when Getou was here and the one fucking your brains out.

“I was really upset you know, that I wasn’t invited.”

You babbled something in response about how it was just on a whim, and that it wasn’t a date.

“B-But.. It looks like this time..Satoru is the uninvited one.” Getou leaned his upper body over yours, unintentionally pushing his cock further in, to prop his phone up against a framed photo with three people, which you had learned from Gojo it was from his high school days.

“Ahn..!”

Getou’s eyes trail down on your face to shoot you a mischievous look, before gripping your hips again to begin to pull out. You had thought he would begin moving again, so it confused you to no end when you suddenly felt fully empty. You let out another noise in protest, about to question him, but you don’t get a chance as you are flipped over on the desk , having your chest pressed against the smooth wood and ass held up by Getou. Your eyes flicker forward, blinking towards how you were positioned aligned to the entrance of the office, in perfect sight to anyone that could walk in and see you getting railed from behind by your boss’s best friend. However, that wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye. Diagonal from where you were lying, you see Getou’s phone resting on the framed photo, with your messed up reflection staring right back.

“Y-You’re recor– A-ahn!”

Your voice cuts off as Getou sunk his cock back into your pussy, from this angle it hits so much deeper than before and so, so much more sensitive against that one spot. Your mouth falls open with an unexpected moan, your body frozen and trembling and utterly struck with a sensation that slapped all the thoughts out of your mind.

“Oh? Here?” Getou starts moving to confirm his thought, and he was right as the sounds you made pitched higher and higher, your arm failing back to try and grab at his hold on your waist. Your efforts were dismissed easily as one of his hands gripped yours, pinning it back on the table

“Nope, be good and look cute for the camera.” Getou began plummeting his cock harder through your hungry cunt, drawing wails from your reddened lips. The sound of skin slapping on skin, decorated by wet, slick noises was absolutely lewd and you were able to see how your face twisted in pleasure, adding onto the heat coiling in your tummy.

“S-Since I wasn’t invited before, I think we should just make our own movie..fuck–, and make Satoru watch alone this time..”

It took you a bit to catch up to what he was referring to, the thing you were talking about earlier, right..your ‘date’ with Gojo. The logical part of you was screaming no at the thought that Gojo could possibly see what you’ve done, but the you with pussy stuffed to the brim only clenched at Getou’s comment, getting him to hiss and thrust harder into your inviting warmth.

“Oh shit..you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that..fuck-” Contrary to his words, Getou continues fucking into you like a wild animal, too clouded by the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his hard cock. You were perfect in his eyes, soft skin with curves in all the right places, sweet lips and an even sweeter cunt. You fit around him just the right amount to overwhelm your pretty little head while you try to fuck him into your sweet spot. It was so adorable how you didn’t realize what you were doing, only mindlessing chasing your own high looking all ditzy, with drool escaping the corner of your mouth following shameless gasps. You felt all tingly and hot, your nipples pressed on the desk adding extra friction with how hard Getou was rocking the furniture. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, to finally bring yourself over the edge, but you couldn’t move with his body weighing down on you. Getou could tell that you were about to cum by the way your pussy began squeezing down on his cock, attempting to milk his release as well.

“Don’t, not yet.” He grunted, and you cried out weakly in response, mewling as he gradually slowed down again. You felt more tears prick up at being denied, and you were fully prepared to beg as much as he wanted if only Getou would fuck you like you deserved. You were so patient and obedient, but you just couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Hey don’t cry–”

Two strong knocks came from the door.

Both of you consecutively paused, complete silence falling between your connected bodies. Fear douses your head in cold water and you say nothing, waiting for Getou to make the next move. You couldn’t see him, with his face cut off through the recording, but your eyes widen when you felt him eventually shift, twisting you around while you were still pierced on his cock. You bite back a moan when Getou’s palms slips under your ass and halts you off the desk, your legs instinctively wrapping over his hips and your arms circling around his neck.

“W-What are you doing?” You whispered.

He lets out a throaty laugh, proceeding to calmly walk to the door as the knocking gets louder, the person outside calling out.

“Gojo-san. I got the report.”

Recognition flashes in your head, that voice..

It was Nanami, the helpful blonde man that you’ve encountered several times when you got a little lost on campus. You panic when Getou continued carrying your practically naked self to the entrance, but your little fuss didn’t phase him, only stopping when you both were inches from the door.

The knocks resumed again with Nanami’s tone rising.

“I heard you inside. You’ve been asking for this, so don’t ignore me now.”

Nanami was so close, the door being the only barrier that protected your exposed tits and dripping cunt from his view. You wouldn’t know what to do if he came in and saw the indecency you were committing in a professional workplace.

Would he be disgusted?

Would his stoic persona finally break?

You were scared..but also dangerously aroused. Getou groans feeling you tighten around his cock, knowingly massaging your ass in his grip. He pinned your back against the door, not being subtle at all when a thud noise resulted in Nanami’s knocks seizing.

“Come. Back. Later.” Getou growled out under his breath, thrusting up into you as your head fell back, releasing a high whimper.

It was over. There’s no way Nanami wouldn’t be suspicious now, hearing a voice that clearly wasn’t Gojo’s. Your nails dug into Getou’s back, unable to hold back your little moans as he moved fast and harsh inside of you. He showed no sign of stopping or slowing down after holding back on you so many times, and you were able to feel deep within your stomach every time the head of his cock hit your best places. The amount of wetness and precum that you collectively gathered was gushing around where your pussy connected with him, obscene noises once again bringing a cherry flush to your ears.

“Ngh..h-he’s outsid-”

Getou was busy ramming into the delicious cavern of your cunt, ignoring your comment and how his junior was probably able to hear everything that was happening. He didn’t care, you belonged to him and Nanami can fuck off or bear witness to him fucking your stupid brains out. You were just too sweet, eagerly clamping down on him and offering your tight pussy to him for your first time. Him, and nobody else. Not Gojo, not some other unworthy guy, but him. And he was going to give you the good fucking you deserve after giving him all those looks the past few weeks you started working here.

Little gasps and stutters in your voice tells him that your orgasm was close, and fuck he needed to see you make a mess of yourself and have you sob pathetically around his cock as you do.

“Cmon baby, touch yourself for me.”

You felt so relieved, you reached a hand down before he changed his mind, shaky fingers gliding through your sensitive folds. You panted against Getou’s chest, feeling the tension in your stomach building with every thrust he sends deep within your pussy. The added stimulation from your fingers sent quivers over your lower half, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Clouded in pleasure, your sight was blurred by tears as you said something unintelligible to Getou about needing to cum and needing it badly. He chuckles, leaning forward to press a kiss along your jawline.

“Go ahead, be a good girl and cream on my cock.”

Getou’s hips speed up, and not even a second later, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you gasped, an intense wave of pure white washing over your twitching body. You whined, muttering Getou’s name in meaningless rambles as he continues fucking you through your high, feeling your slick gush down your pulsing cunt and escape every time he pulls back.

“Oh- fuck..you’re so fucking tight..” Getou’s thick length was quickly beginning to overwhelm your overstimulated pussy, and your noises of protest had his grip on your ass tightening.

“Hush..s-shit, just a little more..” His cock pounded impossibly harder, abusing your soft, plush walls to the point where you were wailing and scratching at his arms, trying to form a coherent sentence to tell him to slow down. Lucky for you, it wasn’t long until Getou’s head tucked into your neck as he released a low groan, filling your pussy with his hot cum. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and you sighed, rubbing your cheek against Getou’s. His movements were slowing down, but he made sure to fuck his spent into you nice and well, milking his cock for all its worth. You were trembling all over and way too tired to try and stop him, so you allowed him to handle you like a doll till he was satisfied. Your head was spinning, and whether it was the comfortable buzz or just pure exhaustion, you were ready to pass out in place. Getou eventually pulls out, making sure to support your hips and legs as he temporarily sets you on the floor. Your back leaned against the door as you blink tiredly at the ground, unaware of the mixed fluids escaping from the confines of your pussy. Rustling came from where Getou stood above you, he must've been fixing himself up, which made you realize he hasn’t actually taken any of his clothes off fully. Compared to you, he looked as put together as he was this morning, and you didn’t care to cover your body, only basking in this nice tingly feeling with your mouth slightly agape. Footsteps traveled across the room, and then Getou appeared in front of you kneeling, one hand holding some tissues and the other his phone.

“Hm..it’s a shame that we didn’t get everything on camera.” He mused as he took one of the tissues to wipe the remaining tears off your face. You scrunch your eyes and then yawn, to which Getou laughed, taking another tissue to clean between your thighs.

“Uhm..are you going to tell Gojo-san?” You voiced a concern that has been on your mind since the beginning. You didn’t know if he was being serious about showing the video to his best friend or if it was all just sex talk. Should you be concerned? Well.. it was a little late for that.

Getou’s hand brushed against your leg, now trying to rid the floor of any excess residue.

“How do I put this..he might already know.”

His statement didn't make any sense, how could Gojo know?

“Unless he actually isn’t here, but I’m pretty sure he never left campus. I can still feel his cursed energy present.”

You suddenly shot up straight in your sitting position, looking helplessly confused.

“How..? Even so, he isn’t here s-so..”

Getou shook his head, a guilty smile crossing his face briefly.

“Satoru sees everything, as ominous as that might sound. But maybe if he happened to be wearing his blindfold and shades at the same time then-”

The door supporting your back started jiggling just then, frightening you to scramble and fall forward into Getou, who caught you in his chest. Your eyes flicker to his in panic, whispering

“Did..Didn’t Nanami leave..?”

The voice that came from outside, however, was a much worse possibility than Nanami at the moment.

.

.

.

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“Open the door Suguru.”

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AN: yes i will make a masterlist soon to organize my stuff.. but i am lazy

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you

[sunlightwoo]

the perfect two

pairing: soobin x gn reader

genre: extra extra sappy fluff, established relationship au, nothing but pure love for the other person, reader is shorter than soobin but lets be real, he’s a giant no warnings | rating 16+

wc: 1.2k

a/n: tis inspired by the glue song by beabadoobee since it’s literally soobin coded, but this is dedicated to @fairybinie​! here’s your strawberries hinted fic hehe and i hope everyone enjoys this!!

“Are we almost there yet? I think my knees are-”

Soobin’s words get cut off for a second as another sunflower stem smacks him in the face gently, making both you and his figures stop momentarily. You stifled a laugh as you could feel his cheeks get pulled in from him blankly blinking into your cupped hands that were over his eyes, with his dimple slightly poking out. 

“Sorry Soob.” You grinned before he proceeded to walk once again. 

Today had been one of the few days off that you both had that aligned with the other, and you made it a mission for it to be the best one yet. So with that in mind, you had to make sure that you planned the best date for the day and after getting in touch with a few extended family members and their friends, you knew what had to be done. 

But you didn’t want to let him know what it was since it was a surprise, which was why you had been covering his eyes for the past five minutes. His tall, lanky figure had been crouched down a bit so that you wouldn’t have to reach so far up to do so, but that required him to shift a good majority of his weight down to his knees where he was practically waddling. 

“Babe, I-”

He gets hit with a fully bloomed sunflower this time, and you couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped your lips as you let go of his face. Warm yellow sunlight was slowly filling his eyesight as he looked down to see that you were crouched to the ground trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard. 

“Haha, you did that on purpose-”

Another wack. 

“See that one was on purpose.” You giggled as your hand had let go of one of the taller sunflower stalks that was closer to his face. 

It was almost as if you had been able to read his mind that you started sprinting in the direction towards the part of the sunflower field that was more open. Maybe it was the sound of your laughter in the wind that was blowing into Soobin’s hair and ears, but he thought that life couldn’t get more simple than just this. 

“Gotcha!”

He playfully tackles you successfully into the picnic blanket that you had set up hours ago, and for a moment, he doesn’t realize that things were set up until he blinks for a moment. His eyes had been pouring into yours, but that doesn’t cover up the little picnic that you had set up for him as he looked around to see that there was an assortment of different treats and snacks involving what all looked like. 

“Welcome to my granduncle’s mini strawberry farm!” You grinned as you sat up from where you had been previously pinned down by Soobin, being able to escape his embrace when you noticed that he was distracted by your setup. 

“Do you like it, honey?” 

Strawberry cream sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, fresh strawberry milkshakes with whipped cream… even a mini strawberry cake. In a field that was filled with sunflowers, and from a distance away now that he notices a strawberry patch, he grins to himself while wondering in what past life did he save someone so important that he deserved all of this. 

Probably you, he thinks to himself as he takes his hands to cup your cheeks to pepper kisses all over your face, making you squeal from the ticklish action and push him away. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this though, when we’ve both been so busy.” He says, before you hold up the glass of milkshake up for you both to share out of two straws. 

“I wanted to do something special for you though, Soobin. Here me out,” You say while sitting on your knees and he nods in response as he settles himself onto his side with an arm holding up his head to look at you properly. 

“When we first met maybe 3 years ago, I didn’t think that you’d like me back given our circumstances…” 

“I really thought that you were in love with Yeonjun!” He pouts in protest, but you hold up a hand to cover his mouth and giggle in response as you continue on with your little speech.

“He’s literally like another brother to me. However, before you I never knew someone that could be so kind… and considerate and so passionate when it comes to loving and taking care of a person that wasn’t themselves. I think you bring out the best of me, Soobin, more than I realize it myself, and I’m so appreciative of you all the time. We’ve both worked so much these last few days, and you always put me before yourself, which is why this picnic was me giving back those moments you’ve done that and put you before myself this time. You’ll always be the one for me.” You say all in one big deep breath, feeling tears pooling at the corners of your eyes but you couldn’t help it. 

Thinking about the overwhelming feeling of love from the person in front of you all the time made you so happy all the time, and there was never a time that you didn’t want to come home to just him. He was your steady rock that you could just sit there in peace with, and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

“Baby…” The sound of Soobin’s voice brought you back as you noticed that he was also tearing up from your mini speech dedicated to him. 

There’s a small chuckle that escapes from both of you as he reaches up to wipe your cheek, but you could tell that he was on the same side when it comes to pretty much almost crying. The two of you held so much love and care for the other where it overwhelmed all of your emotions, but here you were in the middle of what felt like a simple moment that was welded for the two of you; just like glue. 

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my home that I love coming to at the end of the day.” He says and places a small kiss against your lips, making you smile into it for a few seconds before you pull away to look at him with nothing but love for the boy that you wanted to hold onto forever. 

Forever sounded nice, in a field full of strawberries and sunflowers. 

“I love you too, Soob. Now let’s eat this before the sun sets and it gets too dark for us to see, but first let me check to make sure those stems and flowers didn’t hurt your pretty face too much.” You say as he laughs at the memory of him being wacked in the face by those sunflower stems early while you climbed onto his lap to make sure that there was nothing on his face jokingly. 

Yet there was obviously nothing but the love of your life hidden behind those pretty eyes that you stared into every morning and night, and that was all that mattered to you at the end of the day. 

Even if you did purposely hit him with a sunflower. 

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[bubbleseo]

girl dads vs boy dads of zb1

jiwoong to me just screams boy dad. he loves having a shadow and is constantly showing his son that you can be manly and gentle at the same time

hao is a girl dad. at first he’s terrified of even holding her bc he doesn’t want to hurt her. she’s absolutely spoiled, but not in a materialistic way he just gives her so much attention

hanbin is obviously a girl dad. idk why i just have this thought that he would have twin girls. binnie would be terrified when he finds out it’s twins but as soon as he takes a minute to think about it he’s so excited. he gets to experience having a daughter but twice as much?? absolutely buys a double stroller or carries one attached to his chest and the other on his back

i honestly cant decide with matthew. he would love having a boy and a girl tbh. when he sees the baby he’s instantly whipped and is honestly ready for another one right then and there. he’d love a huge family and hear a herd of little feet running to greet him when he gets home

taerae is a boy dad ok. his son is literally just a mini him, down to the dimples. he’ll have a mini gaming setup next to taerae’s and would learn how to play super young just from watching his dad. taerae loves taking his son with him to buy flowers and gifts for his mom and make sure he grows up showing and receiving love

ricky is a girl dad and you’re lying if you say otherwise. you can’t tell me he would be with her 24/7 and she’d be so spoiled. he makes sure she isn’t a brat but anytime he sees anything in her size he’s buying it for her. 100% has tea parties and let’s his daughter do his hair or makeup

gyuvin just loves kids so much he doesn’t care the gender. he just adores kids and is so happy to have one of his own. gyuvin wants there to be a few years between each kid so he can give them enough one on one attention

gunwook just adores baby girls. he lets her win arm wrestles and takes her to the gym to help her gain confidence. he’ll use her as weights and throw her around to hear her giggles. there are so many hearts in his eyes when he looks at her and he never wants to be apart from her

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[dimplesandfierceeyes]

You know what? No, I'm never getting over this

Look at this boy, look how much he regrets saying that line as soon as he's said it, but he still holds his ground and walks away. You know he spends all night thinking about it, about Pat's wounded expression, thinking this is actually going to be it. That he's ended things once and for all.

And then...

Look at his face when Pat turns up the very next morning.

LOOK AT IT!!!

You can't tell me he's not relieved as FUCK. He looks like Pat just came back from the DEAD! He full on stares at this boy in totally blissful reverie for a full five seconds and he only stops because Junior climbs into the truck and asks him to move over.

And then, we get this nonsense.

Oh, you're angry he's there, dimples? Soooooo irritated? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FOOLING? He literally just watched you mooning over him as soon as he turned the corner. Just give it up. You're ECSTATIC that Pat didn't listen to you. You are so excited about this little road trip away from everybody, don't even try to lie.

You're as whipped for him as he is for you.

#yes i'm still making ranty bad buddy posts 2 years later #leave me be #bad buddy #bad buddy episode 6

[seancekitsch]

Wow, I can get sexual, too: an Adrian Chase x Reader fic- chapter 4

series masterlist here

warnings: eventual smut, masturbation, twitter nude culture, the very slightest dub con but not really just saying this to be safe, mutual pining, idiots in love, perv!reader but also perv!adrian

a/n: its gonna be five chapters!!!!! and maybe an epilogue, but ugh there's so much thats gonna happen in this chapter thats STILL somehow not reader and adrian shmangin

You find yourself making uncomfortable eye contact with the little plastic rabbit superglued to the dashboard of Adrian’s car while Blondie drifts through the speakers. Adrian’s been on a women of rock kick lately. Something about Women’s History Month even though that month has come and gone. 

“Every Obstacle is an Opportunity!” his little sign reads. Yeah, right. 

But maybe the weird little rabbit is bright. Maybe he knows better. Totally, the little plastic rabbit is telling you that your borderline creepy crush on Adrian is simply an opportunity! And that this is his way of communicating that sign to you from the universe. 

“Is that a different perfume?” Adrian asks, and you whip your head to the side to look at him. 

Is he really that perceptive? 

“Yeah, actually. Good catch. It’s a bottle called Alien?”

You’re not sure why you told him the name, it’s not like he would know the designer brands.

“Did you buy that because of those alien birds we fought?”

“Butterflies aren’t—,” You pause, and smooth your skirt, “No, I just liked it.”

“I like it too. It’s better than the one you usually wear. It’s sexy. I think I smell Jasmine? Is that it?”

You just stare wide eyed at the fact that he said you smelled sexy, and all you can do is nod. It is jasmine. Adrian is convinced butterflies are birds and you cannot tell him otherwise but somehow he can pick up on exact scents expertly like it’s some kind of superpower.

“Thank you, Adrian,” you say, and you just let the moment sit between you. You have recently had your hand between your legs over the mere sight of him and now he’s here letting you play passenger princess and telling you that you smell sexy. You think of your underwear, now knowing he possesses the other half of the set you feel wildly insecure.

Granted, if he actually does see the set tonight, he’ll know why is doesn't match and rip it off you eagerly regardless, but another more neurotic part of you thinks that the underwear is make or break. That part of your brain says that if your underwear set doesn't match he’s literally going to reject you and either kick you out of his place or leave your place.

You smooth your skirt again even though it absolutely doesn't need it. 

Adrian turns the volume up on the radio, gleefully singing along to the Kylie Minogue song that started playing. His smile and his attempt to act the lyrics pry you momentarily out of your nerves and you join in, singing your heart out trying to harmonize with him.

At a particularly high note, you get bold and grab his shoulder while you both belt the lyric, not unlike how bold you were when you leaned on him during Fargo. Aridan leans into the touch, and even momentarily looks away from the road to meet the intensity of the popstar moment. You smile as you hold the note, eyes meeting his and god, his eyes are so pretty. Your hand stays on his shoulder until the end of the song, and then he returns to mainly focus on the road.

It's easy to take in his features under the streetlights this way, while his eyes scan the road and he now much more quietly sings along to a Taylor Swift song. He knows you're not a Swiftie, but you've told him more than enough times you'd never shame him. He could sing it loud if he wants, you'd be his audience of one.  His smile still tugs at his face, barely dimpled and rising to meet his strong cheekbones. Even with his big aviator glasses you can see the way his eyes wrinkle a little at the corner when he laughs.

Its when your eyes drift down to his jawline that makes you stop. Stubble dusts his jawline, not anything strong enough to be the beginnings of a beard, but not nothing. 

Just enough to give the insides of your thighs a rash if he…

Girl, get your mind out of the gutter! 

The stubble surprises you because Adrian’s usually so put together, at least in this sense. He’s almost always clean shaven, he gets his haircut on routine, and he never bites his nails. Physically, he’s well put together. The stubble makes it almost seem like he was rushing, like he put off his routine for something else. Come to think of it, he seemed kind of in a rush to leave headquarters today, and then he made that video. Did he have enough time to…? No, he couldn't have. Could he?

“Hey, want me to find a classic rock station or something? I know you don't like Taylor, and I shouldn't, Dorian says she’s for whiny girls that cant get a date but I don't agree, I think she's actually really talented,” Adrian stops when he notices you’re just watching him talk. He does that a lot around you, you’ve noticed. Maybe it’s because you actually don’t tell him to shut the fuck up whenever he gets a little excited. 

“Oh, but I don’t mean you think like Dorian. I’m sure your reason is…. nuanced,” he pauses, as if he was searching for the word, “You’re way smarter than my brother.”

“This is fine, Adrian. I can use this little dance you're doing as blackmail sometime when I want  you to do something for me,” you throw that joke out totally expecting it to just go over his head, or for him to say something about the morality of blackmail. 

“Well that’s dumb,” He replies seriously, “You don’t need to blackmail me. I would do anything for you.”

Your hand moves to brush the sleeve of his jacket, moving almost on its own accord. 

“I— thank you. Same, uh, same for you,” you’re a little dumb struck by the earnest response, but Adrian has a habit of doing this to you, whether he knows it or not.

The rest of the ride to the bar is relatively easier on your nerves, his comment giving you confidence to form up a little more firm of a plan. You’ll get him alone, maybe asking for a favor. Maybe you’re worried to get a drink alone in this short little skirt and oh no, you’d hate for someone to get skewered because they touched something that didn’t belong to them, right? 

That’ll have to work, you figure as he pulls into the parking lot of the bar. It’s nothing special, the bar you always go to for hang out nights, but tonight it feels imposing, the building itself feeling like a threat while he puts the Sebring into park and basically jumps out of the drivers seat. You hurriedly do the same and he grabs your hand to pull you into the entrance of the dive, the only sports bar in Evergreen your crew hasn’t been kicked out of yet, but you’re well on your way to being there too. The contact of his hand in yours is warm, so much so that your forearm even burns, you feel his touch radiate all the way up your arm and into your torso. It’s thrilling, walking into this little dive with Adrian holding your hand, like for a moment you can pretend you’re actually his and you’re just a normal couple coming for some beers and a round of pool or two.

But he drops your hand the second you spot the others. You try not to feel completely butthurt about it, but a certain coldness starts to grow within you.

You greet everyone with a smile, hugs and banter and everything normal, and if they sense your nerves towards Adrian, none of them mention it.

It’s easy to get your drinks and settle in at your regular stool at the bar, seated turned away from the bartender next to Emilia while Adrian and Chris stand in front of the both of you. It strategically shook out that way a while ago. Chris was close to Emilia and Leota if standing in the middle, you could lean behind Emilia to speak to Leota, Adrian and you got along best outside of him and Chris, and John could shout if he had something to add to what you were saying and you’d listen even if the other men wouldn’t.

Tonight’s soundtrack is a mystery. That is, whoever has control of the touchtunes for the bar tonight is a mystery. Its routine that at least one of your group throws twenty or so dollars onto the touchtunes app and torments the others with their music tastes for the whole night when you go out. 

Usually you can tell who it is. Adrian goes for eighties pop or top 40 hits, John goes for indie rock or european metal, Chris is all power metal, Leota is blues or early hip-hop, Emilia is early country, and you’re usually the classic rock or nineties pop. Tonight is a weird mix of a little of it all with some pop punk thrown in the mix. Knowing you didn’t touch the app before coming here, it has to be your group fighting for dominance not only with each other but with another patron.

A Front Bottoms song about being emotionally stunted plays while you order your first margarita of the night, extra salt on the rim, and Adrian moves protectively behind you so no one can shimmy their way in next to your seat while you order. He always does this, as he says, so no one butts in and orders when it should be your turn.

That’s fair, you think. 

The bartender puts extra salt on the rim just the way you like it, and you take a long sip before calling Adrian off of his attack dog routine. 

Conversation flows easily from there as the booze keeps flowing. Good natured banter and ribbing sprinkled in with non sequiturs from Adrian that are met with mixed results but it's something you've come to find comfort in. You've almost completely forgotten the annoyance over the fact that your underwear doesn't match.

It gets to the point after your second margarita that you finally feel confident enough to try to get Adrian alone. No better time than the present and you've clocked that he keeps pausing his sentences to openly watch you lick the salt off the rim of your glass. 

You all laugh at something Economos says about a date he’d recently been on- the fact that he’s finally stopped dying his beard seems to be doing wonders for his dating profile, and thankfully Chris doesn't make any comments about that. At least none that you can catch, but you turn your attention back to your drink.  

You take another sip, and then dart your tongue out again to get a little bit more of the salt, your eyes meeting Adrian’s again and you know it's time to pull the trigger on this plan. 

“Can I ask you something?” you ask, adding, “Over there? I don’t want to spoil Fargo for Adebayo, she just started watching.”

“I did not—,” Leota starts, and then stops herself. She realizes that she wasn’t supposed to hear you using her as your excuse to get him alone, and is a real one for that. You’ll have to buy a hat for her Keeya’s dogs the next time you get one of those weird targeted ads. 

“Are you sure we can’t just text? I know that's bad friend etiquette, but…”

You don’t know where the fuck he picked something like that up, seeing as this team and your surrounding friends are not typical in any way.

“I want to have a discussion real quick, I promise it’ll be easier than texting,” you shoot him a smile and his concern melts into a smile and he agrees. 

He helps you off of your barstool and you lead him to the other side of the bar, taking advantage of the L-shape that you can still see your friends but theyre far enough that this can be a private moment. You sit in a new barstool, feeling weirdly cold that its not your usual seat and Adrian parks himself on the stool next to yours. 

“So what’d you wanna ask, Cowgirl?” 

There's that damn nickname again, and his tweet from the other night flashes through your mind to shake your composure, but you soldier on. He casually sips his beer and the anticipation is clear on his face. He must be so happy to have someone else to talk about his favorite show with him, and you're just happy you have friends with things to talk to them about again. 

“Do you think Satchel and Rabbi will make it out?” You ask, and maybe you should have thought of a question when you came up with this plan instead of winging it. With five more episodes left of the season, you know the bloodshed isn’t over. 

“I hope so! I don't want the Fadda’s to win the turf war,” Adrian answers, enthusiastic to talk about his favorite show. 

“Do you think anyone’s going to die in the next episode?” you ask, wanting him to just keep talking. You could listen to him talk for weeks and not get tired of it.

“Oh I think Gaetano’s gonna get it next. His brother’s tired of him and wants to take the power for himself! It’ll just be interesting to see if that happens, what kind of a power vacuum that would cause in a crime syndicate like that. I mean, I’ve never seen it. I just kill them all. Get rid of a flower at the root, right?” 

“I think you mean getting rid of a weed at the root.”

“No, it's definitely a flower. What else would gardeners be doing so often to change out flowers?”

You don't know how to argue against that, so you just nod towards him and clink your glass on his bottle.

“Guess we’ll just have to see at the next sleepover, huh?” he asks, and there's pure glee on his face. If you didn't know any better, you'd say your agreeing to a Fargo sleepover was the highlight of his week.

“Guess so, speaking of, should I bring any snacks, or wine?”

“No! No definitely not,” Adrian assures you, “I have a picture of your favorite wine bottle saved in my phone, I’ll make sure you have some for the episode.”

Heat rises in your cheeks and you find yourself nervously smoothing your skirt from where it's ridden up on the stool again. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk next week?” You joke, winking and hoping he picks up on your tone.

“No, I’d never do that. Unless you wanted me to. It's your choice, because you're a strong woman and I’m a feminist.”

You laugh, but not at him. That was… the cutest fucking thing.

“Should we go back to the group?” Adrian asks, but whether it's his actual tone or just your margarita fueled hope, he sounds like he’s asking that question more because it's something he's seen as socially acceptable and not because he wants to.

“Maybe in a bit, I like getting to talk to you alone,” you admit, your hand drifting closer to his on the counter, almost close enough to touch. 

“Okay, I might be wrong, and if I am you can just punch me or call me a creep but…”

You lift your margarita up to your lips, eyebrows arched at him and silently urging him to continue.

“Are we flirting?” Confusion is evident on his face, but there's something else there too… enthusiasm? Excitement?

But yes, yes, God fucking dammit yes you want to say the moment youre done with this sip, you want to scream for the entire bar to know you are in fact hitting on Adrian Chase.

But just as your fingertips brush his knuckles, you're interrupted. 

“Hey,” Chris slides into the space to stand between yours and Adrian’s barstools, “You seeing anyone?”

You look confused between Chris and Adrian until you start to see Adrian’s brows furrow behind the wire rims of his aviator glasses. 

When you realize the question is directed at you, you splutter into your margarita, some of it splashing up into your nose. Holy fuck, that stings. 

“Dude, what the fuck…” you hear Adrian mumble, but all you see is red. Chris is playing a dangerous game, with Emilia in the room and you wanting to be able to explode him with your mind right now. You had Adrian right there, you were about to make the move, you were about to do it and then he had to come and ruin it. Cockblocker of the century in all his muscled glory. 

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” you confirm not at all trying to hide the venom in your voice, and then add, “Emilia is right over there dude, what kind of fucking game are you playing?”

Emilia and Chris have been sniffing around each other for months now, not unlike… well, not unlike the way you and Adrian have lately. What on earth could his stupid reasoning be for hitting on you in front of her? Of course, he has the audacity of looking shocked at your questions, as if you’re the ridiculous one in this situation.

“You know, I just figured if I bought you a drink and she got jealous she would finally want to… you know…” Chris verbalizes, slowing down when he hears how this plan sounds once it's out of his mouth. 

“Oh.”

“Uh huh. You think that’ll work on someone like Harcourt? I mean, where did you even get that plan, a Disney Channel Original Movie?” 

Even if Harcourt wasn’t exactly in shape to murder him right now between physical therapy appointments and 'taking it easy', you know she would emotionally eviscerate him. You look over his shoulder to try to get Adrian’s attention, only to see him ordering another Miller Lite and fully ignoring what’s going on between you and Chris. Fuck, shit. You can see your window of opportunity closing in on you.

“Listen, some of those DCOMs are solid movies. Camp Rock? Lemonade Mouth?”

Chris is wildly serious about this.

“I’m literally going to kill you,” you seethe, before downing your drink. 

“Oh my god,” Chris exclaims, and then looks between the two of you.

“Oh my god,” he repeats, “Did I interrupt something?”

The people on the stools in front of him paint a story: you about to jump off of your stool to strangle him, and Adrian, equally and uncharacteristically agitated sipping his beer and refusing to make eye contact with either of you. 

“Oh, I definitely did. You and him? Really? Are you—“

“Get out of here!” you shout, and he finally gets the hint to head back to his not-girlfriend. He nods and tips the neck of his beer towards you in salute and you slam your glass down onto the counter so hard you could have broken it. 

Chris walks awkwardly back, not quite a run but not a walk either— he knows you and Emilia are going to have a chat about this later and he knows he’ll hear all about it. You and Emilia are funny that way, you don’t judge her for being into Chris, and she doesn’t judge that you’ve hooked up with two guys named Adrian even though you’ve sworn to her that you totally don’t like Adrian and there’s nothing there. The two of you only text about it at least twice a week.

Adebayo shoots you a weird look from her place next to Emilia at the L-shaped bar, one that has you confused until you realize she’s looking just past you.

Adrian is seething, curled lip like a bad Elvis impersonation and all. You’ve actually never seen him angry, you realize. 

You've seen him annoyed, dejected, worried, that kicked puppy look, but never angry. He’s angry at Chris and there isn't much of a way to interpret this other than he wanted to hear your answer to his question. But would he even want it now? 

“Adrian?” you ask, hand reaching again for him but finding the space on the counter it once inhabited empty.

“Adrian?” you repeat a little more sharply, and he finally looks at you, his gaze instantly softening. The anger is still there, but his face shows it's not directed at you.

“If your drink was empty would you have let him buy you one?” his tone is low and even, and you recognize this as a tone he’s only donned when he’s in Vigilante mode.

“No, are you kidding?” you ask, exasperated by all of this interruption in your plan.

“No?” the confusion is evident in his voice. 

“No,” you clarify, “I don't want Chris to buy me a drink. Ever. Ew.”

“Is it because of Emilia?” he asks innocently, either choosing not to read your signals or just trying to figure out friend-code.

“No. I mean, yes I wouldn't do that to her. But I wouldn't want Chris no matter what.”

He nods, and seems to understand. 

Your answer hangs in the air, though. As if he doesn't know how to parse this territory. You've eased his obvious worries but maybe he needs you to be a bit obvious with making the first move. 

Here goes nothing.

You turn your glass up, tilting your head back as you finish it and immediately slam it back on the counter. You look to Adrian expectantly, crossing your legs as your skirt rides up even higher on your thighs. You don't miss the way his eyes dart downward.

“Buy me a drink, Adrian?”

His eyes snap back up to your face.

“You want another one?”

“I want you to buy me a drink,” you assert, “And yes, we were flirting before Chris interrupted.”

There's no way he could misinterpret that. His face contorts in a few different ways, at first in a twinge of anger, then confusion, then realization before settling in an easy smile, wide and he nods at you. 

“Cool, I was hoping we were. I’ve been wanting to flirt with you for a while,” he admits trying to sound calm, while wildly waving his hand to get the bartenders attention.

The bartender comes over quickly, knowing your team and how they act, that’s probably in his best interest. 

“This lovely lady that I’m flirting with would like a third and final margarita please! And put her other two drinks on my tab too, that’s what actual nice guys do,” he asserts, and watches carefully as the bartender makes your drink, his typical guarding of your drinks not changing even though he doesn’t get up off of his barstool to physically shield you and your drink.

“My other drinks too? Oh my, are you trying to get lucky tonight?” you joke, but god are you flattered. The margaritas here are not super cheap, and your wifi bill is due. 

“Yes?” He confirms it, but frames it like a question.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to get lucky,” he confirms, then realizes what he’s said, “With you. I want to get lucky with you.”

“Good, me too,” you agree, taking a sip of your last margarita. 

“Hashtag me too,” you hear him mumble, a weird little habit you've noticed he picked up. You lick the salt from the rim again, and this time he audibly groans. You arch your eyebrow and do it again, this time taking your time to flatten your tongue along the rim of the glass to get the margarita salt. He digs his fingers into the material of his jeans covering his thigh, and you watch his knuckles turn white. God, if only that was his hand around your neck and…

“It makes me so hard when you do that, you have to stop doing that. Or at least stop doing that in public,” Adrian admits through gritted teeth, and you take pity on him, grabbing his hand from off of his leg and entwining it in your own. 

“Good to know, I’ll only order margaritas when you're about to take me home from now on.”

His hand squeezes yours.

“I don't know if you're joking but every time you order a margarita I want to take you home,” his tone is deadly serious, and his eyes don't even hide the way they rake up and down your body anymore.

“I’ll keep that in mind and use it to my advantage,” you say, taking the initiative to sip your drink a little faster than the others tonight. Not to get drunk, but so that you can get into his Sebring faster and get actually alone with him. 

“I love this outfit,” Adrian says, and it's awkward, but honest. Flirting is… not his thing as far as you can tell, but damn if it is not working on you anyway. 

“Yeah?” you ask, a coy smile as you finish off what you're going to drink of the margarita.

Adrian leans in close, so close you can smell his deodorant.

“Love how easy it’ll be to take off,” he clarifies, whispering in your ear.

What do you even say to that? You don't know, how he manganese so often to leave you speechless, so you just dip your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder and hum.

His other hand releases his now empty Miller bottle and pulls you back gently by the shoulder. 

“Hey, why are you pouting?”

You hadn't even realized you were.

“Take me home, Adrian.”

You don't have to tell him twice. He slides himself off the barstool before literally lifting you off of yours, being careful not to lift you too high so your skirt wouldn't flash anyone before putting you back down. 

“Bye guys!” Adrian shouts, “We’re going to go back home to our own homes! I’m not going to kiss her once were outside!”

You can’t even feel embarrassed at how Adrian announces your departure because once again his hand is in yours and guiding you. You wave bye to everyone with your free hand, heat rising in your cheeks as you try to hide the fact that you want to smile until your face aches.

He barely gets the door open before hes grabbing you close and kissing you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

It's better than you could have ever imagined. In the many times youve thought about kissing Adrian, you've imagined him eager, enthusiastic, sloppy, fast, but never so achingly desperate. He kisses slowly, like how time moves during a car crash, lips moving hard and deliberate against your own to pull more, more, more, from you. 

When he retreats, your lips follow his before you come back down to earth.

“Wow,” you gasp, “I've been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Not as long as I have,” he retorts, that seriousness still evident in his tone. Holy shit.

“Let's get the fuck out of here, please.”

He wastes no further time bringing you back to where you parked earlier, opening the door for you before trotting around the car to the driver’s side and basically jamming his key into the ignition. 

He gets out of the parking lot and onto the main road before your heart drops. Fuck. Your underwear. Your awkward ugly mismatched set. The bra that's his uniform colors but the basic black panties that match okay but not enough to be sexy.

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” you blurt out before you can really think about what you're saying.

Adrian tenses up, and hits the brakes a little too sudden for the light changing ahead of you. 

“Were you not being honest with me before?”

Fuck, shit, fuck wrong wording.

“No! I mean yes, I was being honest before. It's just…” You try to parse the right words, “I had this planned, to make a move on you. I wanted to impress you.”

“Everything you do impresses me,” he interrupts, and you quickly thank him before you continue.

“But I had this whole outfit, and then a very specific underwear set I wanted to wear in case I was, you know, successful,” you sigh, “But the underwear I was going to wear that matched with the bra went missing, so if you want to like, ignore all this you can.”

You gesture to your outfit and your body awkwardly, not used to feeling so unsure of yourself, but Adrian makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a weird crush again. 

He's silent for a bit, focusing on the road and making his way to his apartment building as fast as he can while still following all of the traffic laws.

“Was it the black and teal set?” he finally cuts the silence, and your blood runs cold. You knew he had the underwear, but you weren't about to call him out about his tweet further than the comment about them missing. 

“Uh, yeah,” you admit quietly, now trying to look anywhere but at the profile of his handsome face. 

“Do you want them back? I can like, hand them back to you and you can go change if you want when we get back to my place?” he asks like it's a normal situation you find yourselves in. Not a ‘coworkers that make weird moves on each other on twitter through nude videos and strategic likes' situation.

“Hey, look at me,” he commands gently, noticing your silence.

You turn to him, and there's this blissful little smile on his face; he’s looking at you like you hang the moon and stars.

“You're not as discreet on twitter as you think you are, but I’m really glad you didnt find it gross,” his voice is wavering a little, like he’s nervous to be saying this. Fuck, you knew you werent as fast on that scroll past his video the other morning. You're just glad he’s not disgusted by you, the fact that he knows, that you're both a little perverted and he accepts it. If he can accept it so can you.

“I’m glad you didnt find me gross either,” you admit, a little less bold than you had been. 

Adrian scoffs.

“Are you kidding? A hot woman like you liking videos of me? Did you get off to me?” he asks eagerly.

“Maybe…” you admit, a little coy, a little more confident again. 

“Maybe?”

“Okay yes,” you admit, finding the courage to reach out and touch his forearm, “I did. More than a little.”

“Good!” his arm slides from where it’s on the wheel to place his hand very carefully on your bare thigh, ‘I definitely got off knowing you were watching.”

You feel hot all over knowing that, the confirmation that the tweets were about you even though you knew they were. That there was no possibility they were about that new hostess at Fennel Fields, and that he was getting off at the thought of you seeing them.

“Can I ask how you knew they were me?” you ask, you hand enveloping his and pushing it up your thigh to flirt with the hem of your skirt.

“That was easy,” he says, not even looking at you as he squeezes your thigh, before dipping his fingertips closer to the inside of your thigh, “Your twitter name was a Fargo reference. You're my Fargo buddy.”

You really should have been more subtle with that, but you don't find yourself giving a shit when his calloused fingers are running themselves up and down your inner thigh and he pulls the car into his apartment’s parking lot.

“Fuck,” you whisper, his pinky just barely brushing under the hem of your skirt. 

“I know, you should have been more sneaky,” he agrees, even though that's not what you were reacting to. 

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Just get me upstairs, Adrian.”

He throws the car in park and gets out as hastily as possible. 

He jogs around to your side of the car and this time you actually open the door yourself. 

“You don't actually want me to shut up, right?” he asks as you climb out of the car, legs a little shaky from nerves and arousal.

“Of course not,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I dont want you to hold back in any way.”

#adrian chase x reader

[tired-biscuit]

"they’re also the type to jokingly dry hump you tbh (if u’re comfy with it ofc lmao)" BISCUITTTTTTTT NOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😩😩😩 Now I'm thinking dirty!

you’re on your tippy toes because you’re trying to reach something from the top shelf of the cupboard, and then all of a sudden there’s this big, warm hand pressing flat into the middle of your back; pushing you forward until you’re outright bent over the kitchen counter.

you whip your head to the side just in time to see your best friend’s stupid, shit-eating grin. kiba winks at you as he presses his hips against your own, clearly provoking something highly indecent. the way he digs his fingers into your sides jokingly causes you to jump, but the ticklish sensation to overcome you is not the main reason as to why adrenaline is coursing your system, now.

“what d’ya want?” you ask, eyes narrowed. he’s playing a dangerous game — it makes your throat feel like it’s stuffed with cotton, absorbing all of the saliva.

“just passin’ through,” he mumbles, seemingly completely nonchalant as he pushes even further into you to grab the mug he always favours in your kitchen. “don’t mind me.”

he actually thinks he’s slick with it, the bastard.

“excuse me; how can i not mind you when you’re literally shoving your dick up my ass?” you quip back, wiggling your hips in attempt to gain some extra room — just that, yeah. goodness, he’s practically become flushed against you as he stands behind you, inching closer and closer each time he pulls dumb shit like this. makes you feel smaller than usual when you compare his body height and mass to your own.

it’s sort of thrilling.

but it’s not like you’ll ever admit it.

“oh, sweetheart; if i were to do that, you’d be nowhere near as coherent,” he immediately retorts back, finally picking up the bright red mug that he came in here for in the first place.

you watch as his lips quiver slightly when he twists it in his hand. the picture of the 101 dalmatians that is plastered on the porcelain always causes the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards.

and that’s pretty cute… for a kiba thing to do, you suppose.

but it’s not like you’ll ever admit that either.

abandoning the thought as quickly as it came, you allow your eyes to roll as far as they’ll go. “boast some more, will you?” you pause to murmur the next word under your breath, “…dummy.”

“i mean, if you insist.” he smiles at the jab you don’t mean until he’s all pointy fangs and dimples. the sight is so cute that it could make your heart hurt. perhaps it does already, who knows. you’re confused when it comes to him.

it causes you to groan and to start feigning annoyance even if there’s a peculiar sort of heat pooling inside your stomach when he gives you one final squeeze; one final gesture that makes you question if you really are just friends and nothing else.

and kiba, well, he laughs; this deep, genuine sort of laugh as he pushes away from you and heads for the stove so that he can pour the coffee he’s just finished making for the both of you. the morning after spending an entire night bar hopping with your other friends has turned you both groggy and yearning for caffeine.

but unbeknownst to you, he doesn’t do it just because of the hot drink that he has to pour into your strictly appointed mugs so that you can start feeling at least a little bit human again.

no, as he glances at you from the corner of his eye — still so sleepy and messy-haired in his favourite rock band t-shirt that might just be older than him — he also pushes away because of the raging boner that you secretly invoke inside his sweats each time he spends the night at your place and sees you dressed in nothing else but a nearly identical t-shirt and underwear.

#god i love mutual pining so much #especially if it’s done with friends to lovers!! #biscuit mail #kiba x reader #biscuit drabbles

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Get To Know Luna's Relationship With The Members

Namjoon x Luna = Lujoon/Lunam

Third Most popular ship in BTS.

Him being completely whipped for her.

Her teaching him (along with Jin) dancing.

Texting each other late-night thoughts.

Going on Library date every week.

The shortest and the tallest duo.

Poking each other's dimples...or, him poking her only dimple.

Squishing each other's cheeks (mostly her).

Her stealing his sweatshirts and him finding it adorable how big it is on her.

Helping each other with English vocabulary and translations during interviews.

Him being her therapist.

Her being his muse.

Writing lyrics together.

Jin x Luna = Jina/2Moon

Least popular (underrated) ship in BTS.

Both cooking and trying new recipes together.

Him protecting her and trying his best to keep her innocent (he has been successful in it thus far).

Her (and Jimin) are the only ones who actually find his dad jokes funny.

Him ruffling her hair or patting her head.

Her teaching him (along with Namjoon) dancing.

Him feeding her, whether it be asking her to taste the food while cooking or sharing his food.

Her being the one who called him World Wide Handsome first.

Him being her parent figure.

Yoongi x Luna = Yoona

Sixth most popular ship in BTS.

Him being wrapped around her little finger.

Her being fascinated by his passion for music.

Her being the reason he smiles the most.

Her being the only member who knows the password to his Genius Lab.

Him not changing the password cause he secretly likes her presence in his studio.

Her checking up on him if he is getting enough amount of food and sleep.

Her gushing over his cute gummy smile.

Jhope x Luna = Lunhope

Fifth most popular ship in BTS.

The sun and the moon.

Cheering the other up when one is feeling down.

Love making new choreographies together.

They brighten up a room whenever they enter one.

Him helping her with hip hop.

Matching outfits

She literally adores him.

Hurt Hoseok and you'll have to deal with an angry Luna who doesn't look scary but can scare you enough to traumatize you.

Her sniffing his hair cause she loves the scent.

J-Hope once mentioned in a VLive that he loves when Luna runs her hands through his hair. It helps him relax.

Jimin x Luna = Lumin

Second most popular ship in BTS.

The cutest duo.

Jimin finally takes a sigh of relief when she joins the group thinking he'll get a rest from all the teasing because of his height. (But not for long, the members get back at teasing him saying Luna's short because she's a girl.)

Mesmerizing everyone when they do a contemporary duo. (Also making a few members jealous but let's leave that topic for another time.)

Giggling together for no reason.

Him being a dirty-minded person and her being the most innocent does not work very well. But the fans love it when they see Jimin smirking at Luna's very innocent words.

Him constantly flirting with her and her being oblivious to it.

Jimin mentioned in an interview that Luna is his favourite member when it comes to taking about his feelings.

Both have eye smiles.

Him always comparing their hand sizes just to feel better seeing her hands much smaller than his.

Both gushing over each other's cuteness.

V x Luna = Luv

Fourth most popular ship in BTS.

Only one word to describe their visuals together: Ethereal.

Aliens of the group, you'll never understand what they are talking about.

Him playing with her hair or braiding them.

Her always complimenting his outfits.

The difference between their hand sizes is adorable.

Their duality together is hazardous.

Matching hair colors.

Him being her stylist.

Both gifting each other expensive items.

Loves goofing around together.

Jungkook x Luna = Lukook

The most popular ship in BTS and KPop.

Both are each other's first kiss.

Him being possessive over her.

Both can't live a minute without each other.

Have their own house together.

He once said in a VLive that it's almost impossible for him to fall asleep without Luna by her side.

Mostly in a pair or the same team during Run BTS.

Him always giving her piggyback rides.

Him glaring at every male idol who stares a little too long at her (Sometimes female idols too).

He's the most affectionate with her.

Him calling her his soulmate.

Loves harmonizing together, their voices sound enchanting together.

Him always watching her with heart in his eyes.

Fans find their height and size difference absolutely adorable.

Him back hugging her and resting his chin on her head.

He's completely in love with her and everyone can see it.

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[harunade]

omg your brain is perfect i will kiss u!

taerae smiling while eating pussy❔❔❔face sitting with hanbin❔❔❔❔

u r so right. taerae probably doesn't even notice hes smiling bcs u taste so good n feel so good on his tongue 😞 while also mentioning this u said something abt his dimples (the urge of wanting to poke them has me fighting everyday too) and that made me think abt how he would use his incredibly sweet (sexy) smile to his advantage while genuinely fucking you into the bed. (i also am a firm believer of massive cock taerae.) can you tell im taerae biased 😭😭

and omg face sitting with hanbin❔insane. i feel like he would manually pull you against him all the way so he can feel all your weight on him. he practically makes out with your cunt until you're crying and you start grinding on his face 😭😭😭😭😭 (i am also hanbin biased 😞)

i just wanted to add that if anything im saying is too much or it makes you uncomfortable if you can please let me know! i would never want to intentionally make you feel uncomfortable on your blog! <3

no omg pls keep talking!!!😭😭😭 i love how you think

Although Taerae isn’t the tallest among the members, he still is tall, which means his dick def is as well. The first times you two fucked, he had to prep you with his fingers but still had to let you adjust to his size for a few minutes. (hmm i feel like his dick is long but also thick and veiny) “Look at me, baby” with tears in your eyes you looked up at him, and he was giving you a warm smile as he started thrusting into you. His hands were on your hips and he was unconsciously pushing you down into the mattress.

“You’re so big, Tae” he would get really shy at your words but they would turn him on so bad that he’d have you cum on his dick multiple times. Whenever he thrusted into you, he could see the outline of his dick poking through your stomach, and he would melt at the sight!! His hand would cover over the print and push down on it, making you mewl.

Taerae uses his beautiful dimple smile to get many things out of you. Firstly, orgasm. “You think you can give me one more, pretty?” he would tilt his head and flash a smile and who were u to say no?? Secondly, literally anything else. One smile and youre whipped.

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As for Hanbin, i strongly agree that he would pull all of your body weight down on his face. He loves being suffocated by your thighs!! “I want you to be able to breathe, Bin!” you would get so flustered. “Just want your warm pussy directly over my mouth, babe. C’mere” the second you hover over him, you feel his tongue on you. he is also very skilled, making you cum in his mouth repeatedly. He loves when you end up grinding on his tongue, using him to reach your high.

“Fuck, Hanbin” your hand is tangled in his soft locks as your hips roll on his face. He might cum in his pants from that sight alone. By the time he’s done with you, your mind would be cloudy and you’d talk nonsense. Hanbin finds you so cute (he def eat you out until youre stupid when you have a bad day, service bf !!!!! )

#harunade #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #hanbin smut #taerae smut

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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - High School/Uni AU's - Part I

Pretty Boy in a Pretty Skirt (7541 words) by vragek Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando and Oscar have been roommates for two years and are in tune with each other. After a little miscommunication at one of Oscar's games, where Lando wears a skirt and gets harassed by some drunks and is saved by Oscar, Oscar ignores Lando in favor of going to a party. Expecting Lando to want to end their friendship, Oscar is up for a surprise when he returns home drunk in the middle of the night with a crying Lando.  College AU where there's a bit of miscommunication because they're idiots and they make-up and fuck. Simple as that

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Suddenly I See (3692 words) by yayhwan Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Charles Leclerc/George Russell, Charles Leclerc & George Russell, mentions of Carlos Sainz & Lando Norris Summary: Hearing whispers about the hot new exchange student from Monaco is nothing compared to seeing him in person. George is whipped, there’s no denying it.

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you got me (16655 words) by NovaCloud Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: When Max looks up he stares into pretty green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. His hand is still blindly feeling around to find the books—his brain lagging—as he stares at the guy from last night. He straightens up and Max follows, staring dumbly as he holds out the books for Max to take.

“Thanks,” Max says, feeling like an idiot as he takes the books, their fingers brushing for a split second. This was not how he wanted to meet again. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

The guy smiles and Max thinks he might just die a little when he notices he has dimples. Of course he has dimples.

Or

Max falls head over heels for the cute guy at a college party and he can't stop thinking about him (aka the lestappen college au nobody needs).

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new start, new life (2415 words) by Quagswagging Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: Max just moved to a new dorm with his best friend Lando to start university. He is more than happy to share a room with Lando, and visit Lando's boyfriend Carlos, who slowly is becoming a Pack Alpha for Max. The only thing Max still has to get used to is Carlos's roommate Charles, who smells almost too good…

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you can take me hot to go (7199 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Alexander Albon/Logan Sargeant Characters: Logan Sargeant, Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF) Summary: George grins. “Mate, you have a crush on your frat boy student,” he laughs, delighted by the turn of events. “Shut the fuck up,” Alex hisses. “I do not!” or alex is a TA and logan is his very eager, very american student

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I think I'm gonna like it here (4762 words) by dr3writings Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Lando doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, one second he was enjoying his overly sugary coffee in the corner of the coffee shop he just discovered. The next the coffee is all but forgotten and he’s staring transfixed at the barista dancing behind the counter, no literally, dancing. 

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like any real love (5363 words) by strongestavenger Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell, Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen (background), Alexander Albon & Lando Norris & George Russell & Max Verstappen Summary: College has proven to be more of an interesting journey than George ever anticipated. Lando is surrounded by idiots, and Alex is just hoping for the best.

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something 'bout you (i can hold on to) (10726 words) by dementations Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando often has many ideas. Oscar, to his chagrin, often ends up the unwitting participant of them. As graduation draws nearer for Lando, he's got possibly his most ambitious idea yet - and there's one person he wants to drag along for the ride.

MASTERPOST

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 rpf fic #fic rec #fic rec list #f1 fic rec

[sungbeam]

𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

motorcycle racer!ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, flirting, low-key tension?, CHANGMIN !! IN A !! CROPTOP !!, reader has hair long enough to flow out of a helmet?, swearing, changmin calls reader dollface and sweetheart

a/n: ash @ethereal-engene knows... 🤧😳 (guys, i might make this a fully fleshed out fic... or keep writing until they kiss bc i'm a sucker !!)

"Need a ride?"

You glanced up from your phone, your eyes meeting the slicing cat eyes of one Ji Changmin, his hand carding through his dark strands of hair dampened in sweat from the helmet he just tore off. You blinked. Out of anyone who could have come to get you— "How did you…"

"Chanhee told me the situation and I was in the area," he replied matter-of-factly with a stiff shrug. He hadn't bothered to put the kickstand of his motorcycle down yet as he left the engine to run and he continued to straddle the vehicle. 

You realized you had been eyeing him—the tight fitting crop top, cargo pants and heavy duty boots. He'd been in the area for a race. "I can wait," you said to him. For someone else, anyone else. 

It didn't seem like he expected you to reject his offer, because he narrowed his eyes at you, a dimple forming in the side of his cheek as he frowned. He sighed. "Chanhee will have my head, you know."

You tongued your cheek and crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. "Maybe I'd like to see that."

You could've sworn that you saw the corner of his lips twitch upward. 

Changmin pressed his lips together, a muscle feathering in his jaw with a wry smile. "Just get on the bike, Yn."

"No fucking way."

"Well, I'm not gonna just leave you out here," he huffed, leaning back slightly to mirror you with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, helmet squeezed between his thighs and the front of the bike. 

A breeze wafted past and blew on the loose strands of hair in your eyes and you brushed them out of the way. There was no one around for miles, and the sky was already darkening a little too quickly for your liking. Soon, you'd be a literal sitting duck in the middle of nowhere… if you didn't suck up your pride and get on the bike, at least. 

He must have seen the resignation in your expression, because his own softened. He grabbed the helmet and held it out to you. Nodding to the space just behind him, he coaxed, "C'mon, I don't bite—"

You walked forward and grabbed the helmet from him, but didn't miss the gleam in his eyes. 

"—unless you want me to."

You rolled your eyes and put the helmet on, throwing your leg over the back of his bike and settling on the end of the seat behind him. "I will get off this motorcycle right now and leave you to face Chanhee alone, Ji."

He threw a wolfish grin over his shoulder at you as he gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle and revved the engine. The sound echoed even across the barren fields on either side of you. "Better hold onto something, dollface."

You glanced down at his slim waist—no fucking way—and managed to get "Hold onto what?" out of your mouth before he floored the gas and rocketed off down the road. 

You screeched, swears falling from your mouth, as your arms hooked around his middle and you pressed your front to his back.

You could hear his cackles even over the thundering of the whipping wind in your ears. "Screw you," you yelled through his helmet. It smelled, surprisingly, not like sweat but like the musky, woody scent of his cologne. 

"Is that an invitation?" 

"There's something wholly wrong with you!"

He cheered out into the night, the wind and speed giving him a delicious rush of adrenaline. The grin just couldn't fade away. "Tell me something I don't know."

You resolved to keep your mouth shut. As Changmin drove you both down the seemingly endless road back toward the city, you took in the setting sun to your right, the side of your head leaning against his back so you could watch the star sink into the horizon. A sense of peace washed over you, and you realized that there was something addicting about the way your heart had jolted when he'd sped into action. The wind blowing past you, the solidness of Changmin's lean figure keeping you grounded. You'd always thought riding on a motorcycle would be scary, but perhaps you shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss it. 

You and Changmin said nothing to the other for the remainder of the journey. 

Soon, the two of you were racing past the neon lights of downtown, speeding past plenty of red lights to the symphony of elongated car horns. 

Every time Changmin laughed, you could feel it in his back, his stomach, in the way he pressed faster ever so slightly. 

And as Changmin slowed to turn the corner onto the quiet neighborhood of you apartment complex, the abrupt realization hit you in the face like a gust of wind. Your cheeks ached from smiling. 

You struggled to neutralize your facial expression as Changmin pulled up to the curb in front of your complex and turned the engine off. The kickstand popped down against the street, and you sat up to shuck the helmet off your head. You shook your hair out, wincing as you combed a hand through the strands to tame any helmet hair sticking up. 

Changmin turned his head only slightly to watch you out of his periphery. 

You exhaled audibly and passed the helmet up to him. He tucked the helmet under his other arm then stuck his free hand out to the side so you could grab onto it and help yourself off the bike. When your feet hit solid ground, the weight of gravity was a strange sensation. 

You wanted to get back on the bike. 

But you weren't about to tell him that. 

"Thanks, Changmin," you said finally, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

He gave the slightest smile. "Anytime, Yn. Is someone going to get your car or…?"

Oh, right. That. Your eyes shuddered at the migraine already appearing in your temples at the thought of all that hassle. "I should probably call someone about that."

He bobbed his head. "You probably should. I know a guy. A friend of mine—you can trust him."

You blinked. "Oh. Could I get his number?"

He smiled, his tongue caught between his cheek. He leaned back slightly again, sinewy arms crossing. One of his brows cocked upward. "You could…"

At the pause, you deadpanned. "What do you want, Changmin?"

There was that grin. You wondered how he could look so boyish when his body and demeanor was the entire opposite. Pretty, beautiful boy. "Come to next week's race."

The suggestion hung in the air and you opened your mouth to automatically reject it, but hesitated. He'd already driven you home—because of Chanhee—but then again, he could've just not come to get you at all. 

It was like he could read you like an open book, like he could see right through you. "You can leave whenever," he promised you as if trying to convince you, "it'd just be nice to see your pretty face in the crowd again."

God, there went all of your resolve. You stuck your hands in the pockets of your pants, resigned. "Okay. I'll be there."

Victory sang in the way he smiled, in the way the streetlight made his dark irises glitter. He held out his hand, and you placed your phone in his palm. 

Swiftly, he was inputting contact information into your files, eagerly and faster than you could regret agreeing.

When he gave your phone back to you, the screen was off and you signed back in to pull up the new contact. You barely registered Changmin donning his helmet, followed by the ear-splitting roar of the motorcycle engine. 

You raised your head just in time to watch him salute to you and whip down the street and around the corner. 

For a moment, you simply stood on the sidewalk, letting the thundering of your heart settle and for feeling to return to your ears. When the silence had settled, you loosened a sigh and headed toward your apartment complex. 

You were one foot in the door when you halted. You had opened up the new contact page, but instead of some stranger's name, you instead saw "changmin 😚" in the name slot. 

And in the notes, he had left you a message: I'm the "friend" if you haven't figured it out yet ;) I'll get your car back to you by tomorrow morning x.

a/n: the amount of changmin fics on this blog might overtake jacob ones, i fear

tbz m.list // read risk next

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i have a request for joseph! Maybe where reader notices chrissy and eddie stuff and gets weirded out ykwim then joseph comforts them?

I Would Always Answer You | Joseph Quinn x Reader

"Chrissy and Eddie had such potential :("

"In another life, they'll meet again and live happily forever..."

" I wanna see the actors playing in a romance movie together so badly..."

Closing the phone while sighing heavily, you could feel a great headache start to appear. Having been on your phone for the most part of the day while also working on your computer made your eyes burn and get itchy like hell and seeing all those comments about your boyfriend and the person you come to call your friend was... exhausting.

You knew it was out of their control and that fans loved to ship actors and characters together but still, seeing people make all those edits made you feel just a little bit insecure. Grace was an amazing woman, who had a great sense of humor and wittiness and was a great friend who always hanged out with you whenever one of you had some time and for that, you didn't want to feel anything bad about her. I mean, the edits are hella cool and seeing people love his character, something he worked hard for, couldn't be more source of pride but...

Flinching at the sound of keys, you rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tiredness and went to kitchen to take a painkiller so that your sweet boyfriend wouldn't see you so down and wouldn't make a fuss. Smiling to yourself while chunking down a glass full of water, you thought about the first time you two had your date. Unfortunately, it was the middle of winter in England which meant a runny nose and a fever for you.

Remembering how you called him and cried to him since you couldn't come to the place you promised to and thought that he would hate you, you were quite surprised when he asked you for your adress and stood in front of your door with everything you could need. Apologizing to him nonstop while he was helping you eat something, you knew he was the right man when he gave you that wide, dimpled smile.

"It's okay! The main purpose is to spend time together, no? And we're exactly doing it! So would you like to watch something?"

Feeling two arms wrap around your waist thightly and sway you, you smiled at the ticklish sensation on your neck when he smooched you. Turning in his arms and hitting his chest playfully, you kissed his lips deeply and he smiled at you and your disheveled self.

He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your tired yet shiny eyes, and the look of love you held at the sight of him that wasn't so different. Shooting had been hard these days, especially when he had to go without seeing you and your kids, a. k.a the cats and puppy, for several days. He never thought that his heart would skip several beats at the mere sight of your laughing form, or how you would call him all the time despite probably wanting to just sleep and how you would always pick up the phone even if it was the middle of the night. He smiled at you and kissed the top of your head before preparing to make you some coffee when a memory had hit him.

The memory when he knew that you were the one.

He just finished his scenes and was ready to just return to his trailer and call you before sleeping himself and probably dreaming of you. He grumbled under his breath when he remembered a particular blonde teasing him for being so "whipped" for you. He couldn't help himself, he never thought someone would care for him as much as he cared for them. He dated before sure, but he never felt the so-called butterflies or sweat building on his body out of sweet nerves whether you'd like the outfit he chose or not...

With all of those thoughts inside his mind, he literally ran to his trailer and threw himself on the bed after grabbing his phone and dialing your number. Laying on the soft bed with your shirt- techinically his but since you always wore it, it smelled like you- he nervously waited for you to pick up and greet him with your usual love-filled voice...

He didn't expect it to be groggy though.

Concern evident in his voice, he leaned on the headboard of the bed and threw the blanket over his feet.

"Darling? Are you okay..? I can call later if you-"

"No, no... I was waiting for you to call, JoJo..."

Widening his eyes at your new nickname for him, he suddenly couldn't breathe and grabbed his chest thightly at the sudden course of love he felt for you. He could die as a happy man at hearing the most adorable mumble he had ever heard and he wouldn't even complain. Grinning sheepishly at himself, he couldn't help but ask in wonder.

"You... What time is it there? Oh God, I interrupted your sleep! I'm sorry darling..."

"No... That's okay.... I didn't plan on sleeping before hearing your voice... It's quite soft and raspy, it makes falling asleep easier for me..."

"So how was the filming? Did something interesting happen?"

Shaking his head at your voice, he smiled and gave the cup he prepared for both of you, leaning on the counter which made you swoon inside.

"Nothing. What did you do today hmm, sweet thing? You seemed a bit... troubled..."

Gnawing at your lips anxiously, you scolded yourself for being so obvious. Looking at his soft features, you looked at the ground which made him raise a brow in question. Taking slow steps to him, you looked up at his frowning face and dived right into his chest. Stumbling back a bit, he put the mug down and wrapped his arms around you. Gazing down at your face which was snuggling itself into him more, he pat your head worriedly.

" Darling, what's going on? You're worrying me?"

"Nothing, just... I saw some things on the net but it's not that important..."

Frowning even more, he knew that people on the net could make one question their self-worth and he didn't want you to feel bad about yourself, someone who was beyond sweet and kind to everyone.

Before he could open his mouth, he felt your voice vibrating on his chest which made him chuckle.

"It's not what you think it is, Jo... It's just... People apparently think you and Grace are the heavenly match, that's all. And don't get me wrong, I don't blame neither of you! It's just weird you know? Her character is like 16-17 and yours is 20-21 and yeah, you two have great chemistry but-"

"Love, you started rambling again..."

Shutting your mouth immediately, Joseph sighed tiredly at the people who made you question yourself and was ready to give them a piece of his mind.

"My love, you know that there would never be something like that, right? I'm sorry if I couldn't show you this, since especially I can't be with you like I used to but I can talk with those people if you wish."

Him and blaming himself for your insecurities again, you thought while giving a sad smile at him. Bless his precious soul...

"I know, I know... Don't worry, though I'm mostly weirded out like can you believe that they're shipping a minor and an adult together? Sure you two looked cute in that scene but the roasting we did with Grace was amazing! And to be honest I didn't even get sad over it since the little shit that's our cat fought with me for the bed! I throw him down, he comes and hiss at me! I give him the bed but he jumps at me to come and licks my face harshly! Look at the attitude!"

Laughing at your irritated face when talking about the cat you two owned, he gathered you in his arms and went to the living room and put a romantic comedy on to watch while still caressing your body everywhere. Still munching on snack furiously, you continued to ramble about his "handsome face and precious eyes".

"You don't even know what's going on the net! People are crazy for both you and Eddie, writing fanfics and making edits! I can't help but get jealous, because they're so talented! But the imagination the authors have scare me a bit... And the filthy smuts they write..."

Raising a brow at you and your blushing face, he smirked at you coyly since he knew what "smut" meant and slipping the fact that you've been reading them, he attacked your neck with kisses while giving light chuckles.

Giggling at his ticklish kisses, you played with his curls, feeling grateful to have such a man with yourself. Looking at you with adoration after his attack, he cupped your cheek and laid you down on the couch, laying some of his weight on you, movie long forgotten already at the lust in your bodies.

After showing you his love with everything inside him, the pantings, whispers of love and screaming, he looked at your sleeping form next to him and then at his coat hanging next to the door which held the ring he had chosen for you, in hopes that you'd answer his question to be together forever "yes".

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson