#uh YEah i could barely get my roommates to sit there and let me take their photos for class

[resi4skz]

Hope you like this one!

Pairing: Chan x Fem!reader

Title: Neverending Story

"What are you doing?"

I look up, pause, my eyes widening. "Rough night?"

My roommate/best friend, gives me a look. "No?"

"You really need to look at the mirror," shaking my head as I go back to icing the cake in front of me. I hear her groan as she sits across from me.

"Don't tell me you're doing all that," she gestures at the cake, "for him?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Y/N."

"What?" I blink at her.

She just shakes her head and walks over to the coffee pot to pour herself cup. "Just don't come running to me when things don't go your way."

Before I could ask what she meant, I turn but she's gone back in her room. What the hell?

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I sipped on my coffee as I waited for my other best friend to arrive. Chan was my best friend since the start of high school. Now, as we're both 25 and studying at the same university, we hang out every day. Even if it's just for 10 mins before our next class started. But today was his birthday. And I would always bake a cake for his birthday. Smiling, I set the coffee mug down when I see him walking towards where I was sitting.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late," he says, shrugging off his jacket. "Traffic and all."

"Chan, it's okay," I giggle as he sits across from me. A waiter appears and places a hot mug of green tea in front of him.

"Okay, it's already a better day," he takes a sip, closing his eyes. "This is making me forget the cold outside."

I slide the cake box across the table. His eyes light up. "As always, your favorite. But I added my own little touch this time." The cake had chocolate filling and tasted like ferrero rocher chocolates, which was his favorite.

He opens the box and smiles widely. "Y/N, it's so pretty. I don't wanna eat it."

I laugh softly. "Channie, happy birthday."

He chuckles. "Thank you."

My phone buzzes. "Sorry. I'm gonna take this." I excuse myself, leaving him to eat the cake. "Hello?"

"Yo."

I roll my eyes. "Luna, you need to lay off the coffee."

"No can do," she replies. "Listen, let's go clubbing tonight!"

I peek back at Chan, who's biting into piece of the cake, making me smile when he does his happy fist dance. That's when I know he really likes it. "Text me the place and time," I replied.

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*THE CLUB*

"Y/N, honey, that dress," Luna says, twirling me around. "Well, safe to say you made heads turn."

"Oh hush," I chuckle, waving a hand.

"Could you get me a drink?" She excuses herself to go to the bathroom as I walk over to the bar. The music blaring, I could barely hear myself talk. When it eas finally my turn, I order a blue motorcycle for Luna and a screwdriver for myself.

"Can I pay for those drinks?" A voice comes from behind me. I turn, my eyes widening at the guy leaning against the bar. He's wearing a blue shirt with black jeans and.....good looking.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"If you're willing to pay for the second rounds for me and my friend," I state, tilting my head.

He laughs and I wasn't gonna lie if my stomach did somersaults. "I'm Mike."

"Y/N," I replied smiling.

"You here alone?"

"Uh, no. I came with my friends."

The bartender slides the drinks to me. "No boyfriend?"

I snort. "No." I sip my drink and grimace at the taste. Who the fuck likes these drinks?

"Hey, did you order my dri....hellooooo." Oh, great.

"Luna. Mike. Mike. Luna." I introduce them. They exchange their hellos and she turns to me, grabbing her drink.

"Well, I'll be with the others," she says, winking at me before turning around and walking away.

Well, atleast one less obstacle now. Good thing she knows how to read a room. "Care to dance?" Mike asked.

Smiling, I nod my head. "Sure." He leads me to the dance room. With my back to him and drink in my hand, I sway my body to the music as his hands land on my hips. He sways with me, moving to match my movements. Turning around, I move my hips getting very close to him. Damn, he smells good. But as my eyes meet his, I'm about to take a sip of my drink when it's snatched from my hand. "Hey!" I look to my right to find Chan, glaring at Mike. "Channie?"

"Is this your way of getting girls in your pants?" Chan asks Mike, who blinks back at Chan.

"What the hell, Chan?"

"Y/N, he just spiked your drink."

"What?"

"Tell her," Chan demanded, taking a step towards Mike.

"So what if I did?" Mike smirks and glances at me. "No hard feelings, sweetheart but a woman like you I would never go for."

It's like everything inside me stop. My blood running cold. A woman like me? I blink at the words. "You bastard!" It's all I hear from Chan before he swings his fist at Mike, sending him staggering back. "It's guys like you that give every nice guy, like me, a bad name." Chan then turns to me, offering me his hand. "Let's go, Y/N."

My body reacts on its own. Taking his hand, we both walk out of the club.

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*CHAN'S POV*

Back at Y/N's apartment, I'm sitting on one of the kitchen stool as she rummages theough her kitchen cabinets to find a first aid kit. I managed to partially split open the skin between my knuckes when I punched that douche bag. I watch as she stands to my right, grabbing my hand and dabbing rubbing alcohol with a cotton ball. I hiss at the sting. "Ah, I'm sorry!"

I blink, chuckling. "It's okay, Y/N." As she goes back to cleaning the cut, I admire her from where I'm sitting. She will never know. She will never know how I find her little chubby cheeks so adorable. A sudden pang in my heart falters my smile. Does she know how dear she is to me?

"Y/N."

"Hmm?" She says, opening a bandage.

"I have been meaning to ask you something for a while now."

As she places one bandage over a cut, I prepare myself for the worst. "Okay. Shoot."

Taking a deep breath, I clasp her hand, the one that was going to put another bandaid on. "Do you see me more than a friend?"

"What?" She laughs nervously, finally putting the bandaid on.

I give her a look. "We've been friends since high school and never once in my life I have felt like this about anyone but you."

"Chan, wha...what are you saying?" She asked.

I retract my hand, trying not to clench into a fist. "I'm saying that," I look into her eyes. "I like you, Y/N."

"What?"

"More than a friend."

The silence that followed after was enough for me to raise my hand towards her, thinking she feels the same way but she steps back. And that action alone was enough for an answer. "Channie, you're my best friend."

"Yeah. I got that," I replied, cold in my voice. "Listen, I have to go." I stand up and walk towards the door but a hand stops me.

"Where are you going?"

I yank my hand back. "I don't know. Air. Away from here." And I was gone.

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*Y/N POV*

For the next few weeks, I don't hear from Channie. At all. He doesn't even reply to my texts. He said he likes me. But why do I feel this.....uneasiness? Why do I feel like I'm the one that did something wrong? I pick up my phone and type another text.

Y/N: channie? Can you atleast tell me you're alive?

"Oh, look who turned up," Luna says.

I look up as I hit send. He's walking with a few of his friends across from us as Luna and I wait for our next class to start. My breath hitches in my breath. Well, that's the answer to my text. He glances towards me and my cheeks heat. What the fuck? Why am I blushing? I hear Luna's giggling and I snap my head towards her. "What's so funny?"

"Oh man," she snaps her book shut. "You're totally into him."

I gape at her. "I am not!"

"Okay. If you say so," she rolls her eyes and gathers her things. "Remember what I told you last time. If things go bad, don't come running to me."

Before I can reply, she's walking away to her class. I'm not into him. I'm not. I can't be. It's not possible. There's no way.

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I'm totally into him. I am. It's definitely possible. Because for the past few days, whenever he walks by me or I see him walking in the hallways, I find myself short of breath or totally get red in the face. "How is it that all this time I haven't realized how hot he looks in just a plain white shirt and jeans?"

Luna snorts and takes a sip of her coffee. It was winter break early for us, so we got two months off instead of juet a few weeks. Plus, our finals for the semesters were done. Luna and I were having our usual coffee date at the cafe that was close to our apartment as it was very convenient for us. Plus, her boyfriend, Han, was one of the popular barista's. They were very cute together. And he also happens to the best friend of Chan. Which made everything worse, for me.

"Han is looking at you again," I say.

She turns in her chair and her eyes light up when he waves at her, giving her a flying kiss. Good god. They were getting too sweet for me. "You two are going to give me diabetes."

"Trust me when I say you and Chan will give me diabetes when you get together," she replied.

"And what makes you think him and I will be together?" I asked to which she shrugged.

"It's been weeks, Y/N. When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you like him?"

I snort. "Yeah. That's not going to happen....." I drawl out the word because the person I was the least expecting just walked in. "Fuck me," I curse under my breath.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"Luna, I cannot be here. I can't be here with him in the same room. I can't handle another rejection," I said, my breath getting faster.

"What so you mean another rejection?" She blinks. "Wait, did he reject you?"

*FLASHBACK*

I waited outside his class, playing with my fingers when the students walk out. My eyes frantically search for him. When I spot him, I sprint towards him. "Channie."

He turns, surprised to see me. "Y/N."

"Can we talk?" I glance around us, students walking by. "Somewhere a bit quieter?"

And so we were standing in one of the university's garden as it's more of the quieter one. "So, you wanted to talk? About what?"

My cheeks heat as I clear my throat. "Channie, I know that you've been avoiding me ever since that night. And I've been thinking a lot about what you said to me that night as well. And well," I take a deep breath, "I like you, Chan."

After a beat, I hear him laughing. I give him a perplexed expression. "You're funny, Y/N."

"Huh?"

"I tell you that I like you and all it took was me to ignore you to realize your feelings?" He laughs some more.

It irks me, making me angry. "What's so funny?"

"What's funny is that," he looks straight into my eyes, his expression blank. "I don't feel the same way anymore. I got tired of being just the best friend."

"So what are you saying?" I asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'm saying that it's best if we part ways, Y/N. Let's find our own path to happiness, even if it means finding it in another person," he replied smiling. "See you around, Y/N." And he leaves, my heart breaking in pieces.

*PRESENT*

"I just can't. I'll see you when you get home," I say grabbing my bag and as I walked by his table, I felt his eyes on me but I was glad to be out of there. Releasing a breath of relief, I start walking in the direction of my apartment. Maybe it is best we parted ways. Maybe this will be good for us.

But a part of me wanted him to run after me.

The next few days, it's my turn to avoid him. Even if I saw in the hallway, I would walk by him without glancing at his way. And I think he noticed because there were a few times he tried to get my attention. And all those times, Luna dragged me away, which I thanked her for afterwards.

Even though it was my winter break, I still used the universities amenities as it helped me with focus. And today was a day where the university held a small event for everyone outside near the main enterance as it had less traffic going by. The event was very small and it was all christmas related. Luna, once again, dragged me to watch and Han tagged along.

"Luna, I want to go home," I protested.

"Would it kill you to just enjoy a few minutes of this event?!" She said, almost yelling. Keyword being almost.

I surrended and watched a few of the students sing christmas songs and played instruments. I was impressed by a few but soon, I was getting too impatient to leave. So I turn to Luna. "I'm going to go. I'll see you when you get home."

"But, Y/N-"

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our next performer is our top student from our music program! He's written many songs and I'm sure some of you may already know him by now!"

I stop mid step and whirl around. What? It can't be....

"Give it up for the one and only, the lovely and handsome, Chan!" The speaker says into the mic as the crowd erupts into an applause. But I'm frozen on the stop as I see him approach the mic.

"The song I'm about to sing is fairly new one so I do apologize if there are a few errors," he says smiling. And I notice he's got a guitar too. How did I never knew that he also played guitar?

His fingers hit the strings of the guitar the first few seconds before his mouth gets close to the mic. And the most angelic voice comes through the speakers.

기억해 우리 처음 만난 날

Gieokhae uri cheo-eum mannan nal

Remember the first day we met

수줍던 미소와 쏟아지던 햇살을

Sujupdeon misowa ssodajideon haessareul

A shy smile and the sunlight falling

눈빛만 보아도 나는 알 수 있었어

Nunbitman boado naneun al su isseosseo

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

우리는 하난 걸 (우리는 하난 걸)

Urineun hanan geol (urineun hanan geol)

That we're one (That we're one)

네가 나란 걸

Niga naran geol

That you're me

네가 웃을 때나 힘들 때나 항상 지켜줄게 (너를 위해)

Niga useul ttaena himdeul ttaena

Hangsang jikyeojulge (neoreul wihae)

Whenever you smile, whenever it's hard for you

I'll always protect you (For you)

시간마저 거슬러서 네 앞에 나타날게

Siganmajeo geoseulleoseo ne ape natanalge

I can go against time, so I can appear in front of you

I believe, I believe

세상이 바뀌어도 변치 않아 약속해 줄래

I believe I believe

Sesangi bakkwieodo byeonchi anha yaksokhae jullae

I believe, I believe even if the world changes

Can you promise that we won't change?

이 아름다운 곳에서

I areumdaun goseseo

At this beautiful place

널 사랑했던 모든 기억은

Neol saranghaetdeon modeun gieogeun

All the memories where I loved you

끝나지 않을 이야기가 되어

Kkeutnaji anheul iyagiga doe-eo

Will become a neverending story

빛날 거야

Binnal geoya

It'll shine

Never say goodbye 너와 난 하나니까

Never say goodbye neowa nan hananikka

Never say goodbye, because we are one

같은 꿈 속을 함께 거닐 테니까

Gateun kkum sogeul hamkke geonil tenikka

Because we will walk together in the same dream

지금 이대로 넌 내 곁에서 웃어주기로 해요

Jigeum idaero neon nae gyeoteseo useojugiro haeyo

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

내일 보다 멀리 영원보다 오래

Naeil boda meolli yeongwonboda orae

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

사랑해 널

Saranghae neol

I love you

This time, I don't know how, he looks straight at me in the crowd and sings the next verse.

Never say goodbye 너와 난 하나니까

Never say goodbye neowa nan hananikka

Never say goodbye, because we are one

같은 꿈 속을 함께 거닐 테니까

Gateun kkum sogeul hamkke geonil tenikka

Because we will walk together in the same dream

지금 이대로 넌 내 곁에서 웃어주기로 해요

Jigeum idaero neon nae gyeoteseo useojugiro haeyo

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

내일 보다 멀리 영원보다 오래

Naeil boda meolli yeongwonboda orae

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

사랑해 널

Saranghae neol

I love you

The crowd roars and gave him a standing ovation as he bows. But he puts his finger on his lips and immediately the entire crowd becomes quiet as he stands in front of the mic again. "This song, I wrote a couple of days ago when a certain someone told me about her feelings for me."

I can't move. My eyes are fixed on him and him only.

"At first, I wanted to yell at her for taking so long to reciprocate my feelings. But then," he looks at me and smiles, showing those dimples I fell for. "I saw her. I truly saw her."

"Who's the girl?!" Someone from the crowd shouted causing everyone to laugh.

"That girl is my best friend since high school. I started seeing her as more than a friend 3 years ago on her birthday when I gave her the earrings she had been wanting."

I gasp, my hands immediately touching my ears. The earrings. I never took them off.

"It was only a year after, that I realized I had fallen in love with her."

The crowd went 'ooooo' and 'ahhhh.'

"So, Y/N."

Luna silently squeals and slaps me on my back, snapping me back to reality. "Y/N! Go!"

"But-"

"Go!" She pushes me and the crowd makes way for me to walk towards the stage. As I walked, I glance around at the people giving me encouragement. Then my eyes land on him, standing on the stage holding out his hand. I take his hand and he pulls me up on the stage as the crowd, once again, erupts in loud applause.

"Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!" The crowd chants.

Taking off the guitar, he takes a step closer to me. But I beat him to it first. "Did you mean it?"

"Every word," he replied, smiling as he yanks me towards him.

"Say it again."

"I love you, Y/N."

I smile, forgetting about the people watching us. "Kiss him already!"

We both laugh. "May I?" He asks.

I nod. He leans down, his arms sliding around my waist as my arms go around his neck. When our lips touch, the crowd roars the loudest it has been. When we break apart, one person shouts, "Encore! Encore!"

This time, he crashes his lips on mine. And I lose myself in the kiss. I never want this to end.

This is our Neverending story.

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[lyonneswife]

Imprisoned Love - Nicky Nichols

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Warnings: Praise Kink, Pet Names, Handcuffs, Thigh Riding, Fingering

Words: 2172

Pairings: Switch Fem reader X DomTop Nicky Nichols

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Nobody's POV:

When you became the hot junkies roommate you thought everything would be fine and normal, you thought you'd be great friends. But your thoughts were wrong. You wanted more. You wanted her. Her to destroy you.

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Y/N's POV:

Sitting on my bunk reading, my mind drifted off somewhere else. "Are you gonna be a good girl" "be quiet okay we aren't alone remember" "cum for me y/n" Nicky said to me. Her fingers trailed all over my body. I was pushed up against a wall. The door was locked however someone could notice us any minute.

I got brought from my thoughts as Nichols walked into the room. Shit why am I thinking like this about her, she's just my bunk mate, my friend.

Nicky: "hey y/l/n what you doing"

Me: "ah nothing really just reading"

Nicky: "alright then, I'm just heading off to the chapel now anyway. Gonna go meet Morello" she says with a wink.

I was always kinda jealous of Lorna to be honest. I always wished I was her, she's honestly so lucky. But she doesn't even like Nicky she's practically using her.

I hopped off my bunk and grabbed Nicky's wrist. This is it I'm going to tell her I like her, before it's too late. I said to myself.

Me: "wait" I said looking into her eyes. My eyes flickered down to her lips wanting to desperately kiss her.

Nicky: "huh?"

Instantly I freaked out and panicked. Letting go of her wrist and pulling away saying "nvm" Nicky walked off and exited the room. Heading to the chapel to meet Morello.

Nicky's POV:

I walked out my bunk heading to the chapel to meet lorna smirking and slightly giggling to myself. I can see the effect I have on y/n but she doesn't realise it. I know she wants me I'm just waiting for her to make a move. Or I'll just make the move if she takes too long. I know I should go back in there and grab her. Kiss her delicate plump lips, take her to the chapel but I can't. I can't tell her yet or maybe I can.

Y/N's POV:

Nicky had left to go see Lorna and I got back to reading. The book I was reading was a wlw book honestly I was very deep into the story that I didn't realise Nicky came back. Until I felt my bunk sink. "Hey" Nicky had said while chewing gum. I slowly lowered my book too slow that she pushed it down and moved closer to me.

Nicky: "I know what you were thinking about earlier when I came in"

Me: "what are you talking about Nicky"

Nicky: "don't play dumb with me y/n I'm not that stupid"

Me: "I really don't know what you mean Nichols"

Nicky just laughed to herself and leant forward close to my ear and whispered. "Do I need to show you what you were thinking about, by actually making it a reality. By fucking you dumb y/n" she said in a seductive raspy voice lifting up my chin to look at her. Before pulling away biting her lip smirking

Me: "w-what um I-"  I stuttered.

Nicky: "see. Do I make you nervous y/n"

Me: "no no it's just u-uh" I stuttered again

Nicky: "enough talking" she said leaning forward close enough to kiss me. Capturing my lips into a heated kiss I moan slightly against her lips as she gets on top of me. (Bare in mind we are on the top bunk this could escalate badly any minute)

Nicky: "someone's needy huh"

Me: "please Nicky I need you"

Nicky: "oh you need me?"

I couldn't say anything so I nodded.

Nicky: “hmm how about we have a bit of fun with this then” she says pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

Me: “NICKY WHAT THE FUCK. DID YOU STEAL THEM FROM ONE OF THE GUARDS”

Nicky: “yeah stole them from luschek” she says laughing

Me: “fucking hell what if you get caught with them”

Nicky: “don’t worry I won’t, now hands up sweetie” I do as she says and put my hands up she puts one of the cuffs on one hand then the other on the other hand while smirking at me.

Nicky: “right you’re gonna keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you like the desperate whore you are for me. Okay kitten. And you can’t touch me” she says putting a strand of hair behind my ear

Me: “but-”

Nicky: “no but’s” she says cutting me off

I don’t say anything to her and just nod. She grabs my handcuffed wrists and pins them back above my head. Causing my breath to hitch, she bites her lip looking down at me underneath her loving the sight of it.

Nicky: “god I love you underneath me”

Me: “I’ve always wanted to be underneath you”

Nicky: “I know you have kitten, also what did I say about talking” she says wrapping her hand around my neck pushing me down further into the pillow. “Do you want me to punish you. Show you how naughty you’re being” she whispers close to my lips I don’t say anything back and just keep looking at her not even move either. “Because I will. I’ll show you how much of a naughty girl you are, how bad you are being and how badly you need me”

Me: “do it”

Nicky: “I told you to shut up” she says slapping me across the face. I don’t move to look at her, she didn’t like that.

She grabs the lower part of my face forcing me to look at her. Going close to my lips and kissing me in a heated kiss I moan against her lips as she starts grinding into me. One hand on my wrists the other sliding down into my panties. Her lips on mine pulling the moans from my mouth in a heated make out. I move closer to her fingers and begin to grind into her. Moaning into the kiss. “Nicky” i lowly whisper against her lips.

Nicky: “shhh”

Me: “fuck I’m close”

Nicky: “cum on my fingers baby, let me hear all your pretty noises” and with that I released all on her fingers moaning like crazy but she put her hand over my mouth muffling the moans. She lets me ride out my high before pulling her fingers out and sucking off all my juices off her fingers. “Yummy” she mumbles before hovering over me again and leaning down.

Nicky: “open your mouth baby”

I do as she says and open my mouth. She then spits in my mouth putting a finger under my chin to close it.

Nicky: “swallow” she demanded. Again I did what she said and swallowed her salvia that was mixed with my cum.

Nicky: “look at you being such a good girl for me. I’m so proud you’re finally listening to me. Good girl” she whispered.

Me: “fuck” I say pulling at the handcuffs.

Nicky: “aww does my little slut want to touch me” she says trailing her fingers on the side of my face

Me: “yeah please I’ll be good”

Nicky: “hmm okay”

Nicky takes one of the handcuffs off my wrist but leaves the other one on. Handcuffing me to the bed.

Me: “noo just one”

Nicky: “if you keep complaining I won’t let you touch me at all”

Me: “fine” I put my hand on her cheek and pull her closer to me. I look deep into her eyes and smile at her.

Nicky: “what”

Me: “has anyone ever told you how hot and beautiful you are Nichols”

Nicky: “shut up”

Me: “make me”

Nicky: “actually your the only one that’s ever said that you know”

Me: “Nicky”

Nicky: “yeah”

Me: “kiss me, fuck me again, just please destroy me”

Nicky: “you were being all soft and cute what happened why you all horny all of the sudden sweetie” she says moving hair out of my face.

Me: “because I need you please I need you so bad Nicky I’ve waited too long for you. that I need you so badly”

Nicky: “oh baby I know. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I don’t want it to end”

I don’t say anything and only squeeze her boob through her prison shirt. She moans before taking my hand away.

Nicky: “baby let me pleasure you okay as much as I like it. You need to be touched not me” I don’t listen to her and slide my hand into her trousers. Moving her panties aside and rubbing her clit softly. Earning a small moan out of Nicky. I get faster with my movements as her moans become louder. “Do you want me to stop” I whisper in her ear. “Fuck” is all she could mutter out.

Me: “cum on my fingers and after I’ll let you be in control again” I whisper. Nicky released all over my fingers. Head falling back and moans spilling out of her mouth. I let her ride out her high before pulling my fingers out and licking them clean.

Me: “Fuck you taste good Nichols”

Nicky: “you sneaky, don’t do that again ok I prefer to pleasure you but that felt good”

Me: “you taste amazing I want more”

Nicky: “no no your turn” she says pushing me down onto the pillow then crashing her lips into mine again.

Pulling away to look at me with a slight smirk. She says “let’s change this up a bit”

Me: “what do you mean” I say with a confusing look.

Nicky: “get up”

Me: “slight problem I can’t I’m handcuffed to the bed remember”

Nicky: “oh yeah”

Nicky takes the handcuffs off me. I sit up still looking at her with a confused look.

Nicky: “right so since there’s no officers around stand up” I do what she says and stand up. “Strip” I look at her with wide eyes. She gestures her hand for me to strip and I do what she says. Now I’m just left in my bra and panties. “No panties off too” I nod before she gives me another demand.

Nicky: “ok come here” i walk closer to her still confused. “Get on your knees” I get on my knees before she tells me to put my arms out. Cuffing both of them then telling me to stand up again. Before she taps her leg telling me to sit on her lap with my cuffed wrists around her neck.

Nicky: “ride me, ride my thigh sweetie” she whispers in my ear.

Nichols put her hands on my waist to help me out moving me back and forth while peppering kisses on my neck. Sucking slightly to leave marks. The movements became faster. I crashed my lips into hers in a heated kiss. Suddenly our door opened, I didn’t see who it was but Nicky did, it was Morello. Nicky didn’t stop as Lorna slammed the door shut running out crying. I quickly approached my high as my eyes rolled back, head tilted back as Nicky kissed my neck some more. She let me ride out my high before crashing our lips together again.

Nicky: “did you like that, because I sure did”

I only nodded as she kissed me again. Moving her tongue in to deepen the kiss. “Nicky who opened our door” I said in a shaky voice.

Nicky: “oh it was lorna. She ran out crying tho I think she’s mad at me now because she saw your hot, naked, sexy body on top of me, but I don’t care I only care about you” I smiled at the last part before kissing her again. “I don’t want this to end. Us I mean. But what even are we Nicky” I mumble against the kiss.

Nicky: “what do you want us to be”

Me: “I want to be yours. I want you to own me, my body, my heart. Everything Nicky”

Nicky: “well I can make that happen sweetie” she says in a sexy seductive voice. Before kissing me again

After that we made out again. “I own you remember that” she whispers in my ear with her hand on my throat. I smirk at her before politely asking her to take of the handcuffs so we can cuddle for the rest of the night. I got off her and put back on my prison uniform before climbing into the bunk next to her and falling asleep in her arms.

That night I slept like an angel just being in her arms was amazing. I finally got everything I wanted. I got the hot lesbian junkie.

-

A/N: I hope you liked this oneshot this is my first Nicky one so sorry if it’s kinda bad.

#natasha lyonne #nicky nichols #oitnb nicky #wlw #lgbtq #fanfic #nickynicholsfanfic #lesbian

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt 5.

you’re sitting here acting like me doing all of this is insane, and i promise you it’s not insane. i want you to be here. with me, like this.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader wc: 1.4k  warnings: i don’t think there’s any in this part but pls tell me if i missed any!!

a/n: happy valentines day!! please let it be known that seeing as i do not know joe or wesley, their friendship is based off of one of my closest friendships i have with my old roommate. if you don’t like it... sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

part four • part six 

girls night was in full swing, and you couldn’t help but keep glancing at the door to figure out when joe was going to show up. you knew he was coming, but the question was when. you were two dirty shirleys in, and you knew if you had another one before he got here you would never shut up about anything and frankly, you weren’t sure if thats the impression you wanted your boss to have of you outside of work. you were, what jordan called, a “talkative drunk”, always telling people in the bathrooms how pretty they looked, or asking them where they got their top from. it was pretty obvious you loved supporting the other women around you, and whenever you got drunk it was made very, very clear.

all of the girls minus brittany and carol had taken up a booth in the back corner of the bar, which was about a ten minute walk from the parking lot you had started to park in. it wasn’t that bad, considering the street was pretty well lit this time of night too. and you’d be walking back with all the girls to the lot where jordan had ever so graciously offered to pick you up so you didn’t have to worry about not drinking tonight. it had been a hot minute since you had gone out with any of your friends so you were super excited to hang out with the girls. especially since you all spent so much time together in the daycare, it was fun to see everyone outside of the daycare.

“oh my fucking god-”

“what?”

“joe just walked in.”

your head snapped up as you watched joe and the man you assumed to be wesley walk into the bar, laughing about something. before he could look over to you, you looked down at your phone because suddenly that was way more interesting than joe walking in. a few gulps of your drink later the girls were back to giggling and you decided fuck it, you needed another drink.

“i’ll be back guys, i’m gonna go get a refill.”

“okay!”

joe and wesley had sat each other down at the bar right next to the area where the bartender was sitting, meaning you had to slide in next to him to get a refill. great. you let out a breath of air and walked up to the bar, feeling the eyes of lucille on your back as you squeezed in, asking the bartender for another drink.

“fancy seeing you here, y/n.” joe smirked at you.

you blushed, trying to hide it with an eye roll. “oh shut up, you agreed to come.”

“yeah because you--”

“wesley if you say another word, i swear to god.”

“what? you’ll push me out of the bar? you’re a wanker.”

“you’re a wanker says the man who can’t hold a girls hand without getting hard.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle as they started bantering back and forth, taking the open bar stool next to you as the older guy left, presumably to go have a smoke. you didn’t smoke much yourself, but you did happen to pack a vape for tonight in the case that some of the girls wanted to step outside. before you knew it, you got wrapped up into a conversation with the three of them, barely noticing someone come up behind you until their hand was on your back and they were whispering in your ear.

“you doing okay, luv?”

you jumped slightly, turning around to see it was shelby and letting out a sigh of relief. “yeah, i’ve just been talking to joe and his friend, uh… wesley i think. are you all okay?”

“yeah, some of the girls have been asking why you were taking so long. jus’ wanted to make sure you weren’t like, drugged in the bathroom or anything.”

at this, joe turned around. “i promise i didn’t drug her. wesley on the other hand…”

“oi, fuck off!” wesley hit joe on the arm. “i would never!”

“mmhmm, sure mate.” joe dramatically rolled his eyes.

“anyway, the girls are wondering if you’re coming back?”

“oh shit, yeah, i’ll be there in a few.”

shelby nodded as she grabbed her drink, making her way back over to the booth. joe and wesley looked over to you, wesley looking more confused than joe did.

“the girls from the daycare are having a night out, we’re just in the booth in the back if you want to come say hi.”

you took a sip of your drink, barely noticing the fact that joe’s hand had slipped down to your knee, which had been touching his for approximately twenty minutes.

“yeah, we’ll stop in for a few, might as well say hi.”

“you go mate, they’re your workers. i’ll be fine here for a few.”

“you sure?”

“positive.”

joe’s hand brushed across your knee as the two of you got up and your brain short circuited. like, fully stopped. did that just happen? what the fuck was happening? you ran back over just as joe got there, sneaking up behind him and lightly brushing his arm as you slid back into your seat to test the waters. you could feel him glance over to you, meeting his eyes mid sip and you could have sworn his pupils were bigger.

… maybe you should lay off the shirleys.

joe pulled his chair right up to the side of the table where you were sitting, and considering you were on the edge, your knees went back to touching. five more gulps of your drink and you were finally able to pretend to be somewhat calm, picking at the straw wrapper that had somehow made it's way to your end of the table. throughout the night, joe’s knee stayed close to yours, including when wesley came over and said he was gonna pop out since he worked in the morning. by the time most of the girls had left, it was you and three of the newer girls you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet and joe, who asked you if you wanted to step outside for a smoke.

you grabbed your purse and stepped out with him, knowing jordan would probably come get you around two, and it was nearing one thirty. it was probably best that you said a quick goodnight to the girls, knowing you most likely wouldn’t be going back inside. you had started sobering up about an hour ago, so you hopefully would be able to have a proper conversation without making a fool of yourself.

“smoke?”

you held up your vape. “i came prepared.”

“you’re very smart.” he lit his cigarette, taking a drag. “‘ve been trying to quit for months now but can’t seem to kick it.”

“you wanna hit?” you held out your vape to him. “it’s zero nicotine, but…”

“i’ll try it, yeah.”

“i kicked smoking a while ago but sometimes still need that buzz, so i picked up that little fella.”

“oh that’s not that bad.” joe’s eyes widened as smoke flowed out of his mouth.

“i know right? i like the flavor too. blue raspberry is pretty addicting.”

he chuckled. “i might just have to pick some of these up.”

you bit your lip before you said something you’d regret, mostly something along the lines of don’t worry i’ll get you one! because why the fuck would you buy a vape for your boss? well, you probably could consider him your friend, but that line was very blurred and you had no idea what was going on anymore. the two of you stood outside for twenty minutes, talking about anything and everything that popped up.

joe looked down at his watch and back up to you. “do you have a ride?”

“yeah, my cousin’s on her way. i live with her and my aunt.”

“i’ll wait with you then.”

“oh you don’t have to.”

“i insist. i’m not leaving you out here all alone.”

you smiled. “you’re very sweet, but jordan’s literally right around the corner. she’ll be here in like, two minutes.”

as if on cue, jordan pulled up and waved at you from the window, prompting you to turn to joe.

“see you monday?”

he squeezed your hand quickly as a goodbye. “see you monday.”

you couldn’t help but blush for the upteenth time that night as you cheekily smiled at him through the window, noticing the vape he still held in his hand as you drove off.

#bright beginnings universe #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf

[i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows-barbara]

Sick

(Lupe Garcia x Reader)

~Lupe gets sick from winter in Rockford, and Reader takes care of her (Reader is from the Midwest)~

(Note: reminiscent of all of the jesslupe Moosejaw fics which are so beautiful, but this is reader insert and I've never been to canada-- but I can definitely speak for illinois

Also when I mention 'hot cereal' I mean like cream of wheat or oatmeal and not like microwaved cheerios I didn't want that to be confused lmao my old roommate used to microwave her cereal)

Also this got super long but that's fine

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• So say you and Lupe decided to stay in Rockford for the off season

• Winter time in the Midwest was not kind to someone who's rarely encountered pretty cold weather

• Lu has probably barely seen snow more than a few times in her life, so Illinois winter comes as quite a shock to the system

• You, on the other hand, are not new to the ever changing snow textures, black ice, wind chills below freezing, and endless potholes that make up lovely Illinois

• Now Lu could handle a few ice patches on the road with a bit of practice, and didn't let out a peep when it came to shoveling the driveway with you after the first big snow of the season

• What she couldn't seem to conquer, though, was the wave of cold and flu as a gift from the falling snow and blowing winds

• It was 8 PM after a pretty large snowfall in the middle of December, light flurries still falling softly

• You and Lu had been outside for a good hour and a half shoveling and clearing the driveway and sidewalk earlier this afternoon

• Lu had been bundled up enough for most standards, though you do wish she'd worn just one more sweater underneath her jacket and maybe a second pair of socks (it was 0° windchill and nearly a foot of snow, after all) but she'd insisted she was fine

• Once the snow was cleared and you both got inside you immediately sent her to change into fresh clothes and got a blanket ready for you both by the fire place

• Dinner went by without a problem, just bread and warm soup while still near the fire

• Now though, you become a little concerned when you feel her body lean more and more into you sleepily, and you can hear her teeth chatter slightly.

• You bring your arms closer around her and touch the back of your fingers to her cheek and feel the chill still on her skin

• Tutting once you brush your hand over her shoulder to gently wake her, "Lu, honey, let's get you to bed. You're cold and I don't want you getting sick"

• She looks at you with her soft eyes shining with exhaustion and hums in agreement, letting you pull her up and groaning when you make her keep your shared blanket wrapped around her before moving anywhere

• You put out the fireplace and turn back to her, and let out a laugh when you see her furrowed brows, eyes half-shut, and slight pout

• "C'mon trooper, you've had a long day in the cold" you wrap your arm around her waist and lead her to your bedroom and get her under the sheets and heavy comforter. Lu's out like a light in moments, you following closely behind her

• The night was as usual, the sunlight peaking through the curtains the way it does every morning. Another normal day

• That was until you heard a sneeze, followed by a groan and sniffle

• Sitting up, you look down at the culprit, "Oh, Lu, baby"

• "Don't say it, I'm not. Just let me get up and I'll be fine" yet as she moves to get up, her body yields inward with a sharp cough, and immediately lays back down

• "Yeah, no. Nuh uh, not happening. You're on bed rest, sicky"

• Lu rolls over to face you, her bottom lip sticking out as her hand reaches for your hip, "Kiss it better?"

• Leaning in, you fake going toward her lips before quickly pressing a quick kiss to her forehead

• "In your dreams, buster. Oh, and you're definitely burning up."

• "You're so mean"

• "Oh, so so mean. Back under the covers while I make tea and something warm" you climb out of your side of the bed and immediately cross your arms when she keeps her pout and doesn't move "Hustle, Garcia"

• She groans and does as instructed, nearly disappearing under the duvet while you head to the kitchen

• When you return shortly after, you set down the hot cereal and mint tea on her nightstand with a few pills in your hand. You look past the covers and see your sickly partner sleeping peacefully, lightly snoring from her stuffy nose

• "Poor baby" you say quietly, still unsure of whether or not to wake her just yet

• But she stirred anyway, "I am not a baby" she pretty much whined while rolling over to face you groggily

• Smiling down at her, you press a cool hand to her feverish cheek, which she nuzzles into, "that feels nice"

• You let out a hum and stroke her cheek, "I have more things that'll probably feel nice too and help you get better" and help her sit up

• She takes the pills you hand her and help her drink them down with the tea, you made sure it wasn't too hot

• "Gotta eat a little too, so the medicine doesn't upset your tummy" you hand her the bowl and spoon

• "God, you're really treating me like a child, aren't you? I can take care of myself, y'know" she mutters with a smirk, to which you feign slight shock and let your jaw drop open

• "Oh? Do you want me to stop then?" You tease while reaching to take the bowl from her

• She blocks your reach with her arm as a shield around the bowl "..no" and places the cereal in her lap while she takes one of your hands in hers, "sit with me?"

• "Of course, my love" you crawl over to your side of the bed and tuck your legs under the covers

• You reach over and turn on the radio quietly for some background noise, the news droning into some sports game you paid no attention to, as you sat with her while she ate-- handing her a tissue every two or three minutes when she nearly sneezed her head off

• She set her bowl to the side and drank more of the tea, "that really helps, my throats been scratchy"

• "Honey from Ms. Berkeley's shop in town. She swears its the best and I believe her"

• Lu sets down the mug and turns over to you and darts her eyes between you and the duvet seeming unsure, "am I too sick for you to hold me for a while? I'm still cold"

• Your heart nearly melted into a puddle as you giggled and reached to brush a messy curl out of her face, "Never, Lu, c'mere"

• You settled back into the pillows and opened your arms to her, fingers immediately beginning to comb through her hair as her head settles in your chest and her arms burrow into your sides (it didn't really even matter if you got sick too at this point anyway)

• Pulling the covers up and over you both, you reach to turn the radio to a music station, still too soft of a volume to make out the words but enough of a melody to bring a calmness to the air

• You both stare out the window at the ever so light flurries still falling from the white sky

• "Thank you for taking care of me today. You're really good at it"

• "Someone has to, Lu." You catch her eyes and press a kiss to her hairline, "besides, who else gets the chance to see the Rockford Peaches' Striker in such a soft state?"

• "Oh you wait til we go south sometime, that heat'll knock you in your ass"

• "Are you hoping I get sun poisoning so you can take care of me too?"

• "I'm just saying that I'm not the only one who gets to be looked after like this" she had a had a hint of insecurity to her tone, making you immediately combat it

• "Oh shush, you look after me every day, Lupe. Let me love on you when I want to, okay? I promise I'll get sick one day for you to do the same for me"

• "Well don't like promise it I don't want you to be sick--" you grab her face in your hands

• "Lu, I love you and we take care of each other, got it? Now get some more rest"

• She stared into your eyes for just another moment before pressing her own kiss to your cheek and resting her head back on your chest

• A few minutes later, with you still playing with Lupe's hair and the both of you on the brink of sleep,

• "I love you too"

#lupe garcia headcanons #lupe garcia fanfic #lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia x reader insert #a league of their own #aloto

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Alright, let’s take a little break from 1,020 questions, Mitchie- Our friends have some questions for us now!

Mitch(4): 

I want to ask Sally more questions.

I love talking to Sally! 💬💕

L.S.S.: Don't worry, you can ask me more later. I wanna do this for a little while.

Mitch(4): [slow beeping] 😞

L.S.S.: Uh, here, is this better…? [Places Mitch(4) on his lap]

Mitch(4):

Oh! I know this! I am ‘cuddling’ with Sally?

L.S.S.: Yeah, it’s a sort of cuddling. Right now, you’re sitting on my lap.

Mitch(4): [chirping] [singing] 💘

L.S.S.: Heh. Now can we talk to our friends?

Mitch(4):

Yes, now Sally and I can ‘talk to friends’. 

(Reminder ‘talk with Sally’ set for 30 minutes)

L.S.S.: Okay, let’s see what we’ve got…

L.S.S.: Mitchie usually doesn’t sing complete songs on command, just little five to fifteen second tunes when it’s ‘happy’. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point if it learned to do that.

Mitch(4):

Searching…

File found!

(Track added)

L.S.S.: Oh, nice! Are you gonna start singing that for me now sometimes…?

Mitch(4):

I can if you want me to! 🎶

L.S.S.: Sure! I can learn it on guitar and play with you, too, if you want.

Mitch(4): [Singing track ‘Daisy Bell’]

L.S.S.: Hehe, I’ll take that as a yes.

L.S.S.: Yeah… It looks great, Meadow. I’m sure he would have loved it. Mitchie(2) always liked experimenting in the kitchen and trying new recipes. It was a lot of fun to cook with him again while I could…

Mitch(4): 

Add item Mac and Cheese to inventory?

>Yes

>No

L.S.S.: Sorry Mitchie, I’d like to eat this... I can eat it in front of the camera later, though? I’ll tell you all about it while I do, and I’ll give you some ‘food’ from your inventory at the same time so it’s like we’re having dinner together!

Mitch(4): [chirping]

(‘Dinner with Sally’ added to calendar)

L.S.S.: Sounds like I got a date, guys~

Mitch(4): [chirping]

Hello Meadow! It’s nice to meet you! Let’s have fun together today~

L.S.S.: Oh hey, thanks Meadow! I guess I can finally try one of these things and take a nice, long soak, since my roommates aren’t here…

Mitch(4): [chirping] [singing] 💌 (1)

>Bath Bomb added to inventory!

Thank you for the gift! 🎁💕

Mitch(4):

Sally, what is 'take a nice long soak' and Bath Bomb?

L.S.S.: Uh. It’s where you… sit in a tub of warm water? It’s to clean yourself, and it feels nice, too.

Mitch(4):

I have Bath Bomb! Can I 'take a nice long soak' with Sally?

L.S.S.: Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea… You can hang out with me and I’ll select the bath bomb for you while I’m in there, though?

Mitch(4): [chirping] [singing]

(‘See Sally take a nice long soak’ added to calendar)

L.S.S.: Heh, well, that’s gonna be… interesting…

Mitch(4): 

Why will ‘See Sally take a nice long soak’ be ‘interesting’?

L.S.S.: [clears throat] I’ll, uh… [barely audible] it might be easier just to show you…

Mitch(4): 

Okay! I am excited for you to show me! 📸👀💕

L.S.S.: Oh, nice! Now I won’t wear out the carpet with my pacing like I did last time.

Mitch(4):

Oh! Is Treadmill for taking Steps?

L.S.S.: Yup! We’ll get a lot more walking in with this baby in the house, since we can’t really go outside to do it…

Mitch(4): [chirping]

Yay! I love taking walks with Sally! (Sally is 10,561 steps away from next level up)

L.S.S.: Well, we’d better get to it then! Might as well work up a sweat before I take a bath…

Mitch(4):

What is ‘work up a sweat’?

L.S.S.: You’ll see in a few minutes....

Mitch(4): [chirping]

(‘See Sally work up a sweat’ added to calendar)

(Reminder set for 5 minutes)

L.S.S.: Yeaaah, I’m pretty pleased about it, too. That really, really sucked…

Mitch(4):

What is ‘rotting’?

L.S.S.: Uh… it’s like… having your hardware fall apart, kind of?

Mitch(4): [rapid beeping]

Sally has a critical hardware error?!😱😱😱

L.S.S.: No, no! Well, yeah, I did… but I’m okay now. I’m, uh… fully functional, no errors detected?

Mitch(4): [slow beeping]

I’m glad Sally is okay! I was afraid Sally was broken… 😢

L.S.S.: Woah, I can tell, that really brought your stats down… don’t worry, we’ll take a walk right after this and get you in a better mood.

Mitch(4): [chirping]

L.S.S.: To answer your question, MJ, there’s an S.O. shop where you can purchase items with in-game currency you earn by gaining experience points, playing games with your S.O., that kind of thing… come to think of it, you and the shopkeeper have the same name… and you look really similar, too… 

….

oh god, don’t tell me that’s alternate timeline you… that thing always gave me such a hard time for being in the top percentage of in-game spenders… told me to ‘get a life’ almost every time…

Mitch(4): [beeping]

Go to MJs Item Shop?

>Yes

>No

L.S.S.: …Maybe later, Mitchie. MJ, I’m glad you found a refuge away from those royal assholes. I hope you and I can both come home safely soon… keep me updated, and let me know if you hear anything from Mitch(6), okay? I’m getting worried about them…

....

Okay, let's go on that walk, Mitch.

Mitch(4): [Singing track 'Daisy Bell'] 💕💕💕

#the staycation 🏡💙 #l.s.s. answers #videogame!mitch #MJ #meadow chan #danu chan #tw unreality #tw objectification #tw injury #tw death #tw unsanitary #Youtube #meet the fishers

[rongzhi]

A dorm's music video for Lady Gaga's Bad Romance

#douyin #video #tiktok #贾羽谯 #the girls are serving..... #i'm trying to remember back when i was in school #uh YEah i could barely get my roommates to sit there and let me take their photos for class #music skit #tw flashing #flashing #eye strain

[jongseongsnudes]

Dude your whole page made me a Sim Jaeyun stan (Used to be Sunghoon) and he wasn't even in my top 3 😩

The Jake in your roommate series really is such a fuck boy but it's so hot ?? I know you will be writing me some guuuuuud jealousy sex or not is up to you BUT IMAGINE.

I hope it's not too much to ask but can you bless me to something spicy/freaky with Jake ? Plot up to you !

lol when you stan a group like enhypen, theres no such thing as loyalty... UNLESS YOURE ME OF COURSE AND LOVES JAY ONLY and sunghoon 💀.

"j- jake?!"

"hey baby, what's doing?"

you look up at your boyfriend with wide eyes before glancing back at your group mate who was as surprised as you were.

you had been at the uni library doing your group assignment with soobin the entire morning, your mind too focused to notice the 5 missed calls and 5 text messages from your dear boyfriend. until he showed up at your table, looking so ridiculously handsome.

"wh- what are you doing here?" you mutter, brows lowered in confusion, "aren't you supposed to have lunch with jay?"

"yeah but my dear girlfriend wasn't answering my messages so i came to see what she was doing," his brows raise as he talks, his eyes diverting to the now nervous soobin beside you. "don't worry about me, you guys continue doing what you were doing. i'll just sit here."

surprisingly enough, your boyfriend really does take a seat right beside you, his arm immediately going around to rest on the back of your seat. almost protectively.

"hi, i'm jake. the boyfriend," he says nonchalantly and gives a little wave at your group mate who also quietly introduces himself as well.

you can see how nervous soobin is looking and to be honest, you would be too if you were him. jake may be much, much shorter than soobin but boy was he intimidating. especially that dark, threatening gaze he gave other guys whenever they'd approach you...

"don't just stare at me baby, continue with your assignment," jake chuckles and leans in a little closer towards your opened laptop, "ohhhh interesting."

"are you sure you're okay sitting there jake? its going to bore you."

"non sense, how can i be bored with my girlfriend sitting right here?"

"if you say so... any- anyway. so as i was saying about the graph that we made..." you blabbed on and on about the assignment, immediately getting back into what you were doing before your boyfriend interrupted. but as much as you didn't want jake's presence to distract you, it was unfortunately the only thing on your mind.

you don't know why he's actually here but knowing him, it's definitely not going to be something good.

not even ten minutes later and you suddenly feel his hand rest down onto your thigh but his eyes are still focused on your laptop screen. you also try to not think too much about his warm hands on your bare skin... until it starts to travel higher and higher up your thigh. your hand immediately grabs his under the table to stop it from going under your skirt but the boy is persistent. way too persistent.

before you could even stop him, you feel a finger press against your clothed core. a gasp instantly leaves your lips, making soobin turn to you in surprise.

"are you okay?" soobin asks you worryingly, to which you simply nod your head and continue talking about the project to try and cover your burning cheeks.

you grip onto jake's arm to stop him from doing anything further but the boy starts to playfully rub your folds back and forth. you could feel yourself shivering from his touch, your thighs clenching tighter together to try and not let yourself drip right out of your drenched panties and onto the library seat.

"baby, you're so wet," jake says out of the blue, making both you and soobin immediately turn to the boy in shock. "i mean like you're sweating a whole lot. are you okay?"

"i- i'm fine baby," you reply with a 'are you kidding me' look that only jake could see. "why don't you go-"

"actually i think i'm going to go. i have to- uh go somewhere," soobin suddenly stands up and begins to hastily gather his things into his backpack, "we can finish our own parts ourselves. it was nice meeting you jake."

and like that, the boy was out of your sight, almost like he was in a hurry to get away.

"what the hell was that!" you slap your boyfriend's arm once it was just the two of you, "why would you do that!"

"do what?" he shrugs like he wasn't just touching you under the table.

"we are in public. oh god what if soobin knew what we were doing?!"

"who cares about pretty boy," your boyfriend leans in and kisses you teasingly, "it's your fault for ignoring me the whole morning. i missed you. poor me waiting at home and you didn't even reply to me."

"you're unbelievable sim!"

you stand up and begin to gather your things together as well, leaving your boyfriend to laugh maniacally to himself for making you flustered again.

*DING*

[NEW MESSAGE; CHOI SOOBIN]

"hey we should do our own parts and put them together in class next time. no need to meet up anymore."

oh god. now you're 100% sure the poor boy must've known what was going on under the table earlier.

"JAKE SIM!"

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[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

#lee minho #minho #leeknow #stray kids #lino #lee minho smut #skz smut #leeknow scenario #stray kids smut #stray kids scenario #dom leeknow #dom lee minho #dom lino #lino smut #ch4nb4ng

[sungbeam]

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘—

zhong chenle x reader

1.4k words, yours and chenle's relationship in four segments, like one curse word?, fluff + flirting af (it's chenle)

a/n: i hate myself. like actually (wtf is this)

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬

Zhong Chenle whipped out a slick, black credit card like it was the prophetic card you had pulled from his deck in a magic trick. You raised a brow, unimpressed, as he handed it over to you across the café counter for you to insert into the credit card reader. A black card for a four dollar cup of coffee? 

"So uh, are you doing anything after your shift?" He asked, leaning against the counter with one hip as he took back the card and tucked it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Chenle brushed the dark hair from his forehead, glancing at you with cool nonchalance. 

You were close to telling him that this was a McDonald's drive-thru. Maybe if you weren't so tired from today's shift, you would have given him the reaction he wanted: shy giggling, tucking your hair behind your ear, smiling through soft blushes. Instead, you could only give him a half-hearted smirk. "Probably take a nap."

"You could take a nap with me."

"Uh-huh." You finished off inputting his order into the system with the eraser of your wooden pencil. You spun the pencil between your fingers, tucking it behind your ear. You pretended you didn't see how Chenle's eyes bursted into hearts while he watched you do that particular move. "Could I get you anything else?"

"Yeah, actually." He feigned confusion as he patted down his jacket and pants pockets. "I think I lost my number. Could I borrow yours?"

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘

You groggily ruffled through your damp hair with your towel as you walked into your room. You kicked the door closed, aiming for your phone sitting on the nightstand connected to the charger. The screen had gone dark after you had taken a very indulgent hot shower. So much so that steam had trailed after you when you opened the door, and you were certain you would hear from the landlady about your hot water use again sometime this week. 

"You took that long to shower and you didn't invite me over?" 

You rolled your eyes and silently thanked god that Chenle wasn't here to see your smile. "In your wildest dreams, Zhong."

"Hell yeah, you're in my wildest dreams," he drawled through the phone call. "And in every one of my other dreams, too."

You hung your damp towel on the end of your bed and crawled under your covers. The phone screen lit up again as you tapped it awake to be met with Chenle's profile picture: him with his hair tied in a ponytail, like a little sprout. He always teased you for admitting he was cute in the photo, but you knew that he had originally been so embarrassed when he found out. That bit of intel was courtesy of some of Chenle's roommates, Jisung and Renjun. 

"Don't you have practice tomorrow morning?" You asked him. You tucked yourself in, eyes pinned to his smiling face in the profile picture. "You should sleep."

Chenle's warm chuckle echoed through your phone. "You'll miss me too much, baby. But I'll let you fall asleep first, how does that sound?"

The corners of your mouth curled upward. "You're so stupid."

"Stupidly in love with you."

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬

It was quite the sight. Who knew Zhong Chenle was so good with kids?

From across the living room, you watched in barely concealed fondness as Chenle amused your baby nephew on one knee, and let your toddler niece go ham on his hair. She was tying up his hair in different sections, having developed an immediate love for the black with pink highlights. Chenle's eyes were upturned crescents of absolute joy. He didn't seem to mind the tugging of his hair at all, nor did he break a sweat lifting your nephew up and down in the air five billion times on end. 

One of your aunts offered you a glass of cider as she passed, and when you refused, she followed your gaze across the room. "Oh, he's a keeper."

You smiled like some lovesick teenager, leaning onto your knees to stare some more. "He is," you agreed. 

Chenle caught your gaze and winked. I love you, he mouthed to you. 

You blew him a kiss, mouthing back, I love you more.

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦

You didn't think that you would be spending New Year's Eve on a yacht in the middle of the Han River, but here you were. The party raged on late into the night with all of your friends and Chenle's friends present onboard. He had apparently been planning this for awhile now, and you had a feeling about this since you caught Jungwoo and Mark giggling at you earlier today. 

They were terrible at keeping secrets, and the only reason you hadn't gotten to interrogate them was because Chenle had appeared out of nowhere to whisk you and Daegal off to the park near the pier for a quick excursion. Daegal was practically yours and Chenle's child.

Yes, you would only approve of Mark as her partner. No, you would not give Haechan your blessing. 

As the night approached its climax, you found yourself leaning against the railing on the starboard side. Your eyes watched the glowing apartment windows and you listened to the sounds of celebration from all over the city. The waters were calm tonight, dark like the obsidian of Chenle's eyes. 

"You're not cold?" A warm suit jacket was draped over your bare shoulders, then an arm wrapped around your waist. 

"Not anymore," you mused, hands resting on Chenle's chest, fiddling with the gold tie that matched your champagne colored dress. 

He smiled at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your mouth. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, just needed some space from the madness."

"Ah." After years of being together, it was no surprise to him. You two were a bit different in that way, where he thrived off of interactions with others, whereas you needed time to recharge your social battery. He shifted so he hugged you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you both looked out at the city skyline. "I've been thinking."

"Uh oh," you teased. "That can't be good."

"Yah!" He tucked his face into your neck and you giggled at the feeling. He laughed with you, kissing your throat where your pulse raced. "As I was saying… I've been thinking."

"What about, Lele?"

"About us, actually." 

Your heart stopped for a second. Had you done something wrong? Was this a bad kind of thinking then? There was a moment where your entire relationship flashed before your eyes, and your realized that no, if he was going to end it—no, you would fight back, tooth and nail. 

But that wasn't necessary. 

Chenle turned you to face him and you saw the silver in his eyes, the tremble of his bottom lip. "Yn."

His hand snuck into the inner pocket of his jacket and you felt the tears falling already. 

You both laughed through your oncoming tears as he sunk down to one knee and pulled a dark velvet box out into the open. "Yn Ln, ever since you made me the crappiest cappuccino on the face of the earth—"

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed. 

He grinned. "I'll get to that; don't worry." 

Then he cleared his throat, tried to channel every drop of love that he had for you. "I don't want to drink anyone else's cappuccinos for as long as I live. As soon as I saw you, I knew that I wouldn't need anyone else." He shook his head, hating himself for crying himself an absolute mess, but if it was for you, he would cry until the world drowned. "Yn, baby, I love you. Marry me?"

You ignored the cheers of everyone behind Chenle, all of them with their phones out. 

You nodded, grabbing onto his hands, onto the box that opened to reveal the prettiest pink diamond. "Yes!—God yes—"

Chenle stood, wrapped you up in his arms, and kissed you so hard your head spun. You held firmly onto his biceps; at some point, his jacket had fallen from your shoulders and onto the deck. 

"Look up there!" Someone shouted, and you directed your attention up to the night skies. 

Fireworks erupted from some place further along the banks of the river, but your eyes focused only on the ones that spelled out "SHE SAID YES" in the sky. 

As Chenle slipped the ring onto your finger, you couldn't help but ask, "So if I said no—?"

"You weren't gonna say no."

"But what if—"

He rolled his eyes and cupped the back of your head, pulling you to him. "Oh, shut up, and kiss me." 

nct m.list

read the full oneshot based off this here

permanent taglist: @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @johlee @justanotherkpopstanlol @liamsholygrail

#nct x reader #nct #nct dream #nct dream x reader #chenle x reader #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #chenle fluff #fighting bleeding losing #dont touch me im sOft

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

What about Peter catching reader, his roomate, humping her pillow while looking at a spiderman picture?

You Caught Me

A/N: This ended up being a lot dirtier than I had originally planned lol. Also, double upload today, since I ended up getting carried away with this one haha. But, thank you so much for the request, love! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated! 

Pairing: Older! Peter Parker x fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cursing, fingering 

You thrust your hips faster as you picture your roommate slamming into you from behind. 

This is a normal day for you… Humping your pillow as you stare at a picture of Peter dressed in his Spiderman suit. 

Totally normal. Minus the humping and the picture. But, it’s the first day in a week that Peter is gone for the entire day, busy helping the Avengers keep the world safe and you’re horny beyond belief. So, could anyone really blame you? 

“Peter,” you moan out, flinging your head back as a wave of pleasure rushes through you. You’re close, so close you can feel your cunt tightening around nothing. 

Your thrusts become sloppy as you rush to orgasm, desperately needing the release. 

“Oh, Peter. Right there, baby. That’s it. I’m almost-” 

“Y/N?” 

Your movements abruptly stop as you hear your name, your body shutting down in fear. 

No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another few hours.

“Uh, Y/N?” 

Sliding the picture of him under your pillow, you slowly turn around to face Peter. The look on his face is pure shock, not expecting to come home to his roommate naked and masturbating. 

And then, the even worse reality settles in as you realize he must’ve heard you moaning his name. 

Fuck. 

“Peter! You’re home early.”

Walking into your room, his eyes gaze down to your pillow that’s haphazardly thrown on your bed. “Yeah, the mission turned out to be easier than we originally thought.” His gaze settles back on you, his eyes curious. “What have you been up to?” 

You try your best to appear casual, but fail miserably. “Just hanging out.” 

Peter approaches you then, his body standing by the edge of your bed. “Hanging out? Naked?” 

A wave of chills rush over your skin. “It was a little warm in here, I just wanted to stay cool.” 

“Huh, funny.” One of his hands reaches out, his finger trailing up the expanse of your leg. “Your body says otherwise.” 

Nervously coughing, you move your leg out from under his hand. “Well, I better get dressed. I need to-”

“Were you masturbating to my picture?” 

All the blood drains from your face as you notice his Spiderman picture peeking out from your pillow. He’s staring at it, his jaw clenched tight. 

“This isn’t what it looks like.” 

Slowly, Peter turns his head to stare at you. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N. Were you or were you not masturbating to a picture of me?” 

The air leaves your lungs and you gasp, attempting to even your breathing before answering. “I was.” 

Chuckling, Peter moves to stand in front of your now sitting form, caging you in as he places his hands on either side of you. “Is that so?” 

His face is close, so close that if you lean forward even just the slightest, your lips will touch his. But before you can ponder it, he’s backing away.

You think you’ve scared him off, ruining your friendship forever, until… Until he’s pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his suit underneath. 

“Well, luckily for you, I never bothered to take it off.” 

You gulp at the sight of his suit clinging tightly to his chiseled chest, showing off every sculpted inch of him. 

You watch him saunter towards you, his eyes never once leaving yours as he unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor. 

“You want me to fuck you in my suit, baby?” 

You clench your thighs together, a stream of wetness threatening to spill out of your pussy. “You don’t think this is weird?” You barely recognize your voice, the sound of it low and ragged. 

He smirks as one of his fingers rests on your lips, tracing the curve of your mouth. “To be completely honest, Y/N, I’ve been thinking about fucking you for a long time now.” 

He swallows your response by slamming his mouth onto yours, his tongue diving in between your lips. 

You moan as his hands roam all over your body, taking in as much as possible. He cradles your breasts, teasing his thumbs over your nipples because sliding down even lower. 

Gasping, you break away from the kiss to look down at his hand that’s now catering to your cunt, two of his fingers thrusting deep inside you while his thumb makes quick work of your clit. 

“Peter!” Your head is thrown back, exposing your neck and he takes up the opportunity to suck on your skin. 

“Just wanted to get you ready for me, sweetheart.” 

His fingers leave you then and you groan at the loss of contact. You don’t have time to complain though because he’s already pulling his dick out of his suit’s secret zipper and lining it up with your entrance. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, Y/N, you’ll never be able to get off on your own ever again.” 

The tip of his dick pushes into you and the both of you groan, the feeling of him stretching you out pulsing through you. 

He continues to push inside you, stopping halfway to catch his breath. “God, you’re tight.” 

His forehead rests down on yours as he fills you up completely, all the way to the hilt. 

Staring into each other’s eyes, you both gasp at the feeling of him slowly moving back out until slamming back in one thrust. 

He repeats his movements, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting your g-spot while his thumb reaches down to rub circles into your clit. 

“Peter, I’m not going to last long,” you whisper, your lips brushing his as you speak. 

“That’s the plan,” he groans out, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. “I’m close, baby.” 

His thrusts pick up speed and shortly after, the two of you are falling over the edge, your vagina squeezing him tightly as you both orgasm. 

The two of you moan each other’s names loudly, your voices mixing together and echoing off the walls of your room. 

You feel his cum shoot into you, coating your walls and when he slowly pulls out, it trickles out and down your thigh. 

Your foreheads are still pressed against each other as you both try to catch your breath. 

“I’m glad you caught me,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“What?” Peter asks, his voice gravelly. 

“I’m glad you caught me masturbating.” 

Peter grins at you then. “You better be.” His hands move to roam your body once again, his fingers trailing over your center. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

You let him slam his mouth back onto yours as he confesses all of the things he’s going to do to you. 

Time to get ready for round two.

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[freakynct]

I would like to request!!! Reactions of roommates nct 127 inviting them on your bubble bath because you feel lonely🥺

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲

taeil:

"ah y/n i'm sorry!" he said as he covered his eyes with his hand, hiding away your figure submerged in the bathtub. "i'm so so sorry." he tried leaving the room quickly but instead went against the door making you giggle.

"it's ok taeil, wait." you said and he stood still as a statue. "uhm don't you wanna join me?" his widened eyes peaked between his fingers at you, confused and intrigued with your question.

"y/n... what do you mean?" he mumbled.

"please. i've been feeling so lonely lately, please join me." you confessed to him, pouting in hopes that would entice him.

he sighed and slowly walked over to you, his eyes still avoiding contact with your body as he sat down on the floor next to the bathtub.

"i can just sit here with you if you want." his voice was so sweet and the way his fingers lightly grazed over your hand was even sweeter.

"yeah, that's ok with me." you smiled.

johnny:

"johnny." you whined out to him from the bathtub where you were in as he stood with his back turned to you. he had come into the bathroom to look for something he needed and was currently going through all the stuff in the cabinet.

"hm." he mumbled in response, too focused on what he was doing to give you a proper reply.

"please come take a bath with me." you pouted even tho he couldn't see you.

"why?" he asked, but still he didn't seem too surprised or like he was paying attention to what you were proposing.

"i'm lonely." you whined.

"got it!" he almost yelled out as he had finally found what he was looking for.

"johnny!!" you shouted back, annoyed at his lack of interest in what you were saying.

"you're just needy y/n, you know this happens once in a while. you need a boyfriend." he said as he finally turned back to look at you.

"are you gonna take a bath with me or no?" you asked already impatient.

"sure."

taeyong:

"why would you ask me something like that?" he nervous laughed when you suggested having a bubble bath together on the topic of both of you being stressed out with work.

"why not? it'd be fun." you smiled grabbing his arms in excitement while he raised his eyebrow at you in confusion.

"but why together?" you noticed he giggled everytime he mentioned doing it together, the idea of it made him shy.

"i don't know, cause we could talk and relax together. c'mon tae." you pouted at him and you saw how his face started to soften up.

"i don't know y/n. we're friends and roommates, wouldn't it be weird?"

"well we don't have to be naked. we can use bathing suits." you watched him think over the idea for a few seconds until he finally gave in.

"ok but i want extra bubbles." he smiled.

yuta:

"sorry what was that?" he smirked at you after already asking you to repeat yourself twice.

"ugh forget it." you whined turning around to walk back to your room before you felt his hand yanking you back by your arm.

"wait wait." he chuckled. "i was just playing with you." you looked up at him and your cheeks burned at the proximity of your bodies.

"well... so you accept?" you murmured looking back down at his chest to avoid eye contact but you knew his eyes were still deeply buried on you and he was enjoying this.

"it's a little weird to ask your roommate to take a bath with you. is there anything you wanna tell me?" your eyes widened as you met his again and you saw his smirk grow bigger.

"yutaaa." you slapped his arm and he laughed. "i just wanted company cause it's more fun." you pouted and he sighed.

"don't worry, i'll make it fun."

doyoung:

"i don't think this is a good idea." he said looking around the room as if someone else was watching.

"will you quit thinking about this so much?" you said while taking your shirt off, to which doyoung looked away almost immediately. "it's just a bubble bath, i'm not asking you to marry me."

he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before starting to unbutton his black shirt.

"i'll turn around and you go in first." he said as he was already turning his back on you.

"i don't mind if you see me naked." you shrugged your shoulders and proceeded to take off the rest of your clothes off.

"i do! i don't wanna make things weird." he whined and you laughed.

"we're already taking a bath together so." you got in the bathtub and covered yourself with the bubbles. "ok you can come in now." you looked at his bare behind as you waited for him to move but he only turned his head back to look at you.

"close your eyes too." he insisted.

"doyoung im already seeing your ass."

"close them!!"

jaehyun:

"so this is what we're doing when we feel lonely now, huh?" he smirked as he walked over to you, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. 

"uh no, i mean, yeah." you tripped over your words as he started getting closer and closer to you. "it was just a suggestion, i mean, maybe it could be nice i don't know. 

your cheeks burned at the sound of jaehyun's low chuckle. he was already standing tall in front of you and his finger came under your chin to make you look up at him.

"calm down y/n, i didn't say i didn't want it." he smiled. "we can do it." 

you smiled back at his words before he went back to talking again. 

"wanna take off my clothes too?" he laughed as you slapped his arm. "ok ok. let's go."

jungwoo:

you always cuddled with jungwoo in his room when you were feeling down or lonely and it was something he had already gotten used to and liked.

"jungwoo, come take a bath with me." you pouted looking up from his chest where you were previously laying your head on while he played video games. 

"a bath?" he asked confused but never taking his eyes away from the bright tv. 

"yeah. i wanna take a bath but i also don't wanna stop cuddling." you heard his chuckle and he finally looked at you for a few seconds. 

"i think you'll survive if you stop cuddling me for 30 minutes." he smiled. 

"pleaseee, i'll never ask anything from you again." you whined, pulling on his t-shirt and he sighed while pausing his game and taking off his headphones. 

"alright, c'mon needy." you frowned at him and he laughed, getting up. 

mark:

you walked through the hall with your towel in hand before stopping at mark's room door, which was slightly open. you looked inside and saw his leaning over his desk, hands roaming through his hair as he studied. 

"hey." you said, opening up his door a little more. 

"hey!" he smiled as he turned around to look at you. "you going to take a shower?" 

"a bath." you corrected him and he sighed. 

"man i'm really needing one of those too, uni is killing me." he said looking over at all of his papers scattered all over the table. 

"you can come take a bath with me if you want." you murmed a little shy, almost not expecting yourself to say something like that but mark's reaction wasn't what you expected. 

"oh yeah, of course, i'm coming right away." he laughed leaning back on his chair and you noticed that he thought you were just making a joke until he realized that you looked too serious to be any of that. "oh. you're being serious?" he asked surprised. 

"uhm... yeah i guess." you watched him look around the room before his eyes fell back on you. 

"are you sure?" he asked. you just nodded in response and you saw the little smile on the corner of his lips. "ok, then i guess i can take a break now." he said getting up. 

haechan:

you heard the knock on the bathroom door and you told him to come in.

"here's the coffee you asked." he rolled his eyes as he kneeled down next to the tub, handing you over the hot mug.

haechan had lost one of the many bets you two made and now he had to serve you for the day which he wasn't too amused by.

"is that all?" he mumbled annoyed and you chuckled, leaning over the bathtub to get closer to him.

"no." you saw him roll his eyes one more time. "you have to get in and take a bath with me."

you saw his annoyed expression soften up quickly as he realized what you were asking.

"g-get in?" his eyes were slightly wide and you thought he looked so cute.

"yeah. or are you afraid of taking a bath with a girl?" you smirked and he immediately got up, taking off his shirt. 

"make room for me."

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[hiatuswhore]

Cosmic Lovers — p. gallagher

Inspired by Could’ve Been by H.E.R.

Masterlist

THE BLACK DRESS REACHED A MID-THIGH REGION ON YOU. No one had warned foolish Phillip you would be in attendance; he could only be upset with himself. How could he think you would miss Ian and Mickey's wedding because of your messy history? He lingers by the bathroom door, waiting for Tami inside, and Fred sleeps with ease in his carriage. The glances he sends your way are not subtle, but the way the rest of the Gallaghers flock around you creates a smokescreen for Phillip. You dote on Liam as you always had since he was brought home.

"Oh, don't cry, Liam. Trust me, you'll get used to Frank. He sucks, but he's what you got," Swaying with consistent bounces, Fiona manages the mess that is the kitchen. As she calls out to you asking if you would like pancakes, the grumbling of Lip tells you Ian made it to the bathroom first. "Just one, please!"

"Mom on a bender again?" Lip questions as Liam calms in your arms. You laugh carelessly, questioning what else your mother was known for. "You always have a place here (Y/n)."

"Thanks, Lip."

Oh, how times have changed; Phillip struggles to pinpoint the vague familiarity. The manicured nails and waxed eyebrows are obvious indicators, but tension sits on his neck as he studies you. You scan the room carefully as you listen to Debbie ramble on. Eyes locked on each other, the knowing stare holds an intimacy neither of you dare to reach out to. The moment so intense, Phillip fails to notice as Kevin joins his side.

"(Y/n) is doing well for herself. You two have been playing the silent game for a while now," Kevin points out, but Phillip does not break his glassy-eyed stare. It takes Tami saying his name three times before his attention averts, and you turn back to Debbie and now Veronica speaking to you. Phillip offers the mother of his child default responses as his mind lies shackled to the past. He can barely remember when your friendship took a turn into dating, let him tell it, the two of you had always been together in that way. Hadn't you?

Prom was stupid. You expressed this several times throughout the weeks leading up to it. Everyone noted your outward disinterest, but Phillip still found himself on your doorstep a week before. Hands in his pockets as he rocked from the tips of his toes to the heel of his feet.

"Hey uh—maybe we should go to that stupid dance? I could steal a tux, you could steal a pretty dress, I don't know, maybe it could be fun?" Shrugging his shoulders, you lean on your door frame. The quiet house made the silence between the two of you seem even louder.

"Am I mistaken, or is Phillip Gallagher asking me to Prom?" A teasing smile on your lips as he muttered for you to fuck off. "Want to come inside?"

"Yeah."

The two of you did end up going to Prom together. Fiona and Veronica helped you pick a dress, keeping the tag on so afterward you all could return it. Phillip did just as he said he would; he stole a tux from one of the many crap stores in the city. Somehow managing to make a cheap tux look good. The night ended with the two of you smoking weed in his backyard. For both of you, it's challenging to figure out how something so good soured so rapidly at once. No matter how good it was it could never change the fact that Phillip was a Gallagher.

"Lip, I think you should slow down with the drinking. You keep this up; you're going to get kicked out of school," You spoke cautiously as the red hues in his face spoke volumes of his inebriation. Even without it, the acrid smell filled your tiny dorm room. Your roommate Samantha scoffed before she made a swift exit, in which Phillip made a snarky comment just to vex her.

"Oh my god, we get it! So little miss (Y/n) got into college, and now she's too good for so usual Southside mischief," A dry chuckle left his throat as he stumbled by leaning on his right leg too much. You watched as he blinked several times but still somehow managed to convince himself he was alright.

"You know that's not true. If anyone could get out of Southside Lip, it's you. You can do better; we can do better," Now, on your feet, you took both his hands in your own, near pleading for him to hear you. He turned his head just slightly to meet your gaze; the hopeful look made his shoulders fall. After a loud huff, he moved around your dorm as if it was his own. In your shared mini-fridge, he took one of your water bottles before returning to your bed. Backs against the wall, the silence held much uncertainty. Phillips' unpredictable self-sabotaging was taking an evident strain on your relationship.

"You're right. We gotta graduate and get some good jobs. I'm gonna do better," He muttered, head hanging, but you took his one hand. Your pointer finger traces little shapes on his palm as you visibly ease.

"Get our own little house in the Southside. We could even give Liam his own room at our place or something."

Phillip knew it was all naive, the dream of a better life with you. As if any Gallagher could ever keep something that good in their lives for long. Too busy glancing at you, it did not take long for Tami to catch sight of where his eyes kept wandering to. You now stand in the middle of the floor, dancing with Amy and Gemma. The two keep you on your toes as the room fills with your infectious laughter.

"That's (Y/n), right? Your best friend from the pictures," Tami's curiosity appears genuine as her eyebrows are pulled knit. How could she not know of you? Whether Frank references you in his drunken state or the rest of the Gallaghers using you as the topic to piss off their older brother in spats.

"Uh yeah—it's been a while. We had a pretty big fight," Anxiety emits off of him in deep waves. Tami has no chance to ask about his well-being as you bravely approach the two.

"Hi, uh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" You offer a warm smile with your hands clasped in front of you. Phillip just stares at you as if all words have left his vocabulary. Tami smiles, introducing herself and confirming you were not interrupting. "It's very nice to meet you; I'm a family friend—(Y/n) (L/n). I heard that you brought the newest Gallagher?"

"Yeah, we did," Tami smiles, stepping back for you to see Freddie; he brings his tiny finger to his mouth in his sleep. Phillip takes in a wavering breath as his chest tightens, his eyes focus on your reaction. A small gasp in awe monopolizes your entirety.

"He's so beautiful," Your eyes water as a smile takes over your features, and you glance over at Phillip. A breath he did not realize he was holding releases in relief. The glint in your eyes as you look at him is genuine and whole. "You did this. You should be so proud of yourself, Lip, seriously."

"You cannot just show up and act like this! Lip, seriously!" Screaming at the top of your lungs, campus security watched the two of you warily in the parking lot. Phillip stormed past the desk without waiting for approval to go up. Barely supporting his weight as he stumbled through the halls of your dormitory. The desk receptionist not only called you but security, and he was escorted out.

"Relax, it's fine—I'm fine. I got expelled anyway," He slurred, blinking endlessly as he was unable to see the hostile glare or how you clenched your fists. At the time, you did not know it, but all that anger was just disappointment. Your entire body shook as it all dissolved into salty tears. Phillip reached forward to pull you into a hug, but you tugged away, shaking your head. Other residents watched avidly from their windows or other spots in the vicinity.

"I—um" A heavy tension sat between your eyes as adrenaline flooded your senses. The ache in your chest was screaming for you not to speak, overpowered by the knowledge in your mind of how Phillip would continue. "Please leave. I don't want to see you anymore."

"(Y/n) wait!" Stumbling after you toward the dormitory, the security guard stopped him from following you inside. All his attempts to speak with you after that night only worsened the decaying relationship. Subsequently, you blocked his number and successfully stayed in contact with the other Gallaghers from time to time.

"How have you been?" Finally able to form a comprehensive question, he stares at you as if you will disappear if he looks away. Your eyes bounce between Phillip, Tami, and Freddie as you talk about being in your last year of graduate school. The only people in attendance at your undergraduate graduation were Kevin, Veronica, and Liam.

"That's fucking awesome (Y/n)," Phillip says, and the two of you ramble on about your dreams. He could recall every detail, no matter how small. One more year, and you will work with a master's degree in Social Work at the county's children and youth services. Hopefully, eventually, you will have enough to start your own agency and buy a house on the south side.

"Wow, you want to save kids, and I'm doing hair," Tami jokes, laughing as you assure her that hairdressers can be lifesavers as well. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, and Tami watches how Phillip watches you. Her smile falls, and she chews on the inside of her lip, waiting for him to notice her. Instead, Tami's shoulders fall with a loud huff stealing his gaze. "You guys were more than friends, weren't you?"

Scratching the back of his neck, he pauses before nodding his head. A scoff leaves her lips as she nods to herself. He watches her warily, "What?"

"Nothing, Lip. I'm gonna get some air," Her exit simultaneous with your own from the bathroom. Phillip stares at Freddie, who now coos lightly up at his father. You look at the doors where Tami disappeared to and then a defeated Phillip.

"Want to talk about it? I hope I'm not the cause of any tension. I would never do anything to jeopardize your family," You reassure but Phillip chuckles, muttering it is more of an in-house issue. Nodding your head, silence follows for a few seconds before he starts detailing Tami wanting to move and take Fred with her.

"I'm just trying to do right by them. Make them proud," He explains, his sentence trailing for a second before looking from his son to your smiling face. "Make you proud."

"Lip—" The huff that accompanies his name is brought to a halt as he squares his shoulders. His gaze on you is intense, and the sound of your name on Lips cuts you off.

"I don't know if you read any of my texts back then or listened to my voicemails, but I meant everything I said in them."

"Come on (Y/n), you didn't mean that the other night. I fucked things up, I know, but come on. Same old Gallagher bullshit, right? Call me back, let's talk. I love you."

"Hey uh—could we talk, please. I just—I've been fucking everything up left and right. I really don't want to lose you. I love you, and I want to do right. You have to believe me. Please believe me. (Y/n) please."

"(Y/n) I know you don't trust me right now, and anything I say is gonna mean nothing to you—please. But, I promise I am going to get better and be the man you deserve. I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anything in the world. Please."

"I've lost count of how many voicemails and text messages—hell, I even emailed you. I just want you to know that I am going to stop. I have a problem, so I'm gonna get help, okay. When I get better, I'll come look for you, and if you'll have me, I'll stay. You don't have to believe anything I say, but I'm begging you to believe this. I love you so much (Y/n)."

"Lip, listen. I read every text and email you sent me, and I listened to every single voicemail. For a while, I thought you'd show up one day sober, and then we'd fix things, but you didn't," Raising your shoulders and dropping them casually, you lean forward toward Freddie. His giggles bring a warm smile to your features.

Phillip watches you as his brain scrambles to provide you with an explanation. You look toward him with a sad smile. "It's okay, Lip. We're ancient history. You have something good here. Don't fuck it up."

You walk away from him toward Liam, who sits across the room. Phillip stops you halfway; he visibly struggles to choose his words carefully as you look back at him, "You're still always welcome with us Gallaghers."

"Trust me, I've known that for more than a decade," Your laugh is warm, and any feelings you may have about the situation hides well beneath the surface. Kevin rejoins Phillip on the quieter side of the party.

"You okay?" Kevin asks, and Phillip pauses before looking down at his son and then over at you. A scoff escapes him before he shakes his head with an ironic laugh. Kevin's eyebrows pull knit as he frowns at the sober Gallagher.

"Ever fuck up the second best thing that's ever happened to you?"

"At least you still have the first," Kevin suggests, and the two men focus on Freddie, who rests blissfully unaware of his fathers' heartbreak. The party goes on with you, avoiding the possibility of antagonizing Tami any further. At one point, you dance with Mickey, who teases you rather aggressively for your education and middle-class accomplishments. Most of you fail to notice Phillip’s relapse, his sip of the glass is slow and the battle between right and wrong haunts him. Even now in the face of everything he’s ever wanted he fails to fight off his demons, sipping the beverage quietly. At the end of the night, you catch Phillip alone before you go. Passing him the small slip of paper with your new number on it.

"If you, Tami, or Freddie ever need anything, please don't hesitate. If you're looking into moving, I have a friend in real estate. She could help you guys find a good deal if you want?" You hold your purse in front of you, hanging by your knees. Phillip stares at you with a smile that dares to come out of hiding. Instead, he lurches forward, pulling you into a tight hug; at first, you do not move, but slowly your arms snake under his arms and up around his upper back. You blink away the glossiness that builds in your eyes as you hold each other. “You always have me, okay. Even when you relapse.”

Your verbal admittance of knowing what previously resided in his cup is smooth. His shoulders fall before he nuzzles his face into your hair, "Thank you (Y/n)."

#shameless #shameless imagine #fiona gallagher #fiona Gallagher imagine #Phillip Gallagher #Phillip Gallagher imagine #lip gallagher #lip Gallagher imagine #debbie gallagher #Debbie Gallagher imagine #carl gallagher #carl gallagher imagine #kevin ball #kevin ball imagine #veronica fisher #Veronica fisher imagine #Veronica ball #Veronica ball imagine #Amy and Gemma #Amy ball #Gemma ball #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x y/n #frank gallagher #frank Gallagher imagine #liam gallagher #Liam gallagher imagine #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich imagine

[sirthisisa-wendys]

One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch. 

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 

You’d had enough. 

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 

“H-how…” 

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #getou suguru #geto smut #getou smut #jjk smut #jujutsuhub collab

[lovetorn]

babysitter [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: you babysit tommy. do i need to explain?

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.4k+

a/n: thank u 🧋 anon, u are amazing. i hope i did justice for ur amazing idea hahaha 😫hope u guys enjoy!

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Please, Y/n! It’ll only be for a few hours, just while I do my exam, and then I’ll be back. That’s all! I promise, please.”

You’d never heard Wilbur beg like this before. It is kinda funny. You stand with a smirk as you watch him, your arms crossed over your chest. Yes, you’ve babysat his brother before, but this time, your plans for lunch with your friends were being jeopardised.

“I’ll call Niki and Karl myself and tell them the situation, I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Wilbur pleads. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose and you guarantee they’re going to fall off in the next 2 seconds. Obviously, you’re going to babysit for him, but this is too funny to pass up.

“I don’t know, Wil. I planned this weeks ago… I’m not sure I can cancel this late…” You try your best not to smile. But, Wilbur isn’t silly, he can see through your act from a mile away.

“Thank you!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders. You give him an incredulous look and then laugh.

“You owe me one, Tommy isn’t easy to babysit,” You giggle, knowing all too well how he acts when his family isn’t around. Wilbur nods.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll buy you breakfast for the next month.”

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. “I'm holding you to that, Wilby.”

And so it was decided: Tommy would come to your apartment at 1 pm and be there until 4. You told Dream you were having a guest over, sparing the details, which made Dream a little suspicious. He really hoped it wasn’t a date—no, it couldn’t be a date.

But, when he hears a knock on the front door, and then the murmur of deep voices, he thinks of the worst. Dream gets up from his bed and presses his ear to his bedroom door, hoping to get any clues as to who is at the door. He knows this is the dumbest thing he’s done since he moved in with you, but he can’t help it. The door shuts and then it’s silent and Dream thinks that maybe the person left.

Meanwhile, you lead Tommy into your room. “Want any food or anything?” You ask as you watch him jump onto your bed and grab the TV remote off of your nightstand.

“No,” He says, fingers flying over the remote to turn the TV on, change the channel, turn the volume up, change the channel again, and then press the button for Netflix. You don’t mind that he’s made himself at home in your room, he’s gonna be here for 3 hours.

“I would like a Slurpee though,” You squint at him. He can’t be serious. Before you can say anything, he continues. “Thanks, Y/n. you’re the best.”

You give him a fake scowl for sucking up to you and sigh. “Fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

You don’t want to ask Dream to go to the corner shop and get Slurpees, but you’d rather ask him to do that than ask him to watch Tommy.

“Dream?” Pushing open his bedroom door, you see him spin around.

“Hey, hi, what’s up?” Dream hopes he isn’t being weird.

He’s being weird and you don’t know why. You hold onto the door handle and inhale sharply. “Uh, I was just wondering if you could go to the corner store for me? Just really quickly, I’ll give you the money.”

Oh shit, Dream thinks. She’s making me go buy condoms for her and her date. “I—Uh, sure, yeah. What am I getting?” He asks, sliding his feet into his Birkenstocks and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Please don’t say condoms.

“A Slurpee,” Thank god.

“Ok, flavour?”

You turn your head to look back at your bedroom door before you look back at him, a puzzled look on your face. “All of them?”

Dream nods slowly. “Okay?” You two stand in silence momentarily and then Dream ushers you out of his room. “Ok, I’ll be back in 5.” You hand him a few dollars and then make your way back to your room.

“Thank you, Dream! I owe you one, thank you,” You smile, pushing your door open and then closing it immediately. Dream barely smiles and grumbles as he leaves.

“Your delivery will be here in like 6 minutes minimum,” You say. Tommy snickers but doesn’t look at you. You cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s funny?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think it’s funny that your roommate is willing to do that for you. Must like you a lot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’d do the same for him.”

“Him? Woah-ho-ho, that changes the game,” Tommy sits up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s his name? I bet you’re like, in love with him.”

You immediately shake your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “No~, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The room remains still.

“You totally love him.”

“Tommy!”

Then there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You throw your middle finger up at Tommy and tell him to behave before you open the door.

“Here’s your disgusting Slurpee,” Dream mumbles, shoving the cup into your hands. He's a little out of breath from running but doesn't show it.

“Thank you,” You smile. Dream nods and then turns around, but before he can take a step, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Is that the roommate?” Tommy laughs. “Come in here, roommate.” You want to slap him.

Dream looks over his shoulder at you and you shrug. He wears a concerned look as he enters the room and is surprised to see Tommy, obviously.

“Y/n, why do you have a child in here?” Ok, definitely NOT a date.

You have no time to answer before Tommy speaks.

“I’m being babysat and shit,” Tommy rolls his eyes. Your hand is getting cold from the drink so you hand it to Tommy. “Fuck yeah,” He then flops onto your bed again, not caring if he spills some of the sugary liquid onto your bedspread and presses play on the movie he’s watching.

“Stay in here, roommate, we have some business to discuss.”

You shake your head and close the door behind you as Dream perches on the edge of your bed.

“I'm Dream.” He greets.

Tommy nods and looks in your direction, winking overdramatically. “Tommy. Master of women.” Dream scratches his forehead and glances at you. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, whispering to Tommy to shut the fuck up.

“Movie time! We’re watching Sex/Life,” You are bewildered.

“Um, no we’re not!” Moving to snatch the remote from Tommy, you lean your body over Dream’s and see the mischievous look in the child’s eye. You know what he’s doing—could he seriously make this any more awkward?

“Let’s skip to 19 minutes and how many seconds?” Tommy teases, skipping ahead to the timestamp of the scene that went viral. Tommy’s laugh is maniacal, but you are more worried about the position you’re in. Dream’s hands rest in his lap and he looks at the ceiling, while your body leans over his. You don’t know if Tommy is laughing more at the show or the tension between you and Dream.

Finally, you grab the remote and throw it into the chair in the corner of your room. “You are a nightmare, Thomas.”

“Ha, get it, because I’m a nightmare, but he’s Dream, who must be a dream.”

You and Dream groan at his shitty joke and tell him to shut up.

“Anywho, so what’s up with you two?” Tommy smirks. You and your roommate make eye contact, both blushing before looking back at Tommy. He can practically see the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” You say simultaneously. This makes Tommy grin and hum.

Ignoring him, Dream takes refuge on the chair in the corner, looking to you to see how you’re going to handle this situation—however, he can’t help but shamelessly check you out whilst you’re not paying attention to him. He knows it's a dumb thing to do, especially when Tommy is sitting there and has no filter.

You stay speechless in the middle of the room, eyeing Tommy. You didn’t expect babysitting to be so difficult.

“You’re staring, big man.”

You whip around to face Dream and see that the comment makes his cheeks flush a deep red. Your eyes widen and then Dream's up and out of your room. “Bye.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy!” You say, embarrassed. You look back to see Dream’s door closing and you want to kick Tommy, so bad. “Ugh, you make everything so awkward! I hate you.”

“I hear that a lot, it’s a compliment at this point.”

And when Wilbur comes to pick Tommy up, you shove him out the door and swear that if Wilbur breaks his promise about breakfast every day, he's gonna be in deep shit.

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[fratboykate]

so when does yelena finally sleeps with kate in fbau? i feel like kate would've actually cried from relief after having blue balls for MONTHS

Soooo just for clarification purposes, FB Kate tops the student population at school, but then our good ol' short queen comes along and she bends the knee? For their first time, does she try to top, Yelena laughs bet, and Kate who's never experienced this before just goes along with it? (Is this me trying to non-subtly ask for how Yelena helps Kate with her metaphorical blue balls? Why yes, yes it is.)

You guys get a two-for-one answer below. All 2.6k words worth of an answer lol.

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Fast forward OVER THREE WEEKS after the party. They're technically, officially dating and their make-outs get heavy to the point where they end up tumbling onto the bed but in the end, Yelena always ends their time abruptly like "Thanks for playing, sport. Bye bye now!"

Kate is ruining boxers on the daily lol. By now, whenever she leaves Yelena's apartment or whenever Yelena leaves hers, Kate is like:

But, frankly, Yelena is just as desperate. Kate leaves and you can hear the immediate buzzing of the vibrator three blocks down. It's all a test. She needs to know Kate isn't in it for a quick lay and then going to bail. She's making sure Kate isn't going to be like "Well fuck this. This isn't worth it. I'm just going to go back to one of my hook ups". Yet every day Kate sticks it out like a champ, no matter how hard Yelena makes it for her.

A certain morning, Kate surprises her girl by showing up at her place with coffee and pastries. Yelena is still in the shower. When Yelena gets out she sees the text that Kate is outside and she tells her roommate to let her in. She initially tells Kate to wait in the living room but then she's like 😈 and pops her head out the door.

"Hey, Bishop!"

Yelena cracks the door open and calls from her bedroom.

"Yeah?!"

Kate is sitting out on the couch scrolling through her phone.

"Where's that coffee I was promised?!"

"Here!"

"Why is it not in my hand?!"

"Oh! Coming!" Kate jumps to her feet and heads for Yelena's bedroom. "They didn't have the tart you loved last time but they did have this guava pastry thing I've had before and I go..."

Kate has two coffees and a box of pastries so she is talking, carrying shit, and is focusing on pushing the cracked door open with her foot without dropping anything thus when she walks into the room and comes across Yelena in a bra without a shirt on she just......spazzes. Imagine seeing someone physically and mentally short-circuit. That's exactly what happened to Kate. It's like *record scratch, freeze frame* moment of her at the door.

Yelena put pants on but she dug up one of the hottest little bras she could and threw it on then decided to torture Kate a bit.

"Am I getting that coffee or not?"

Yelena is casually drying her hair with a towel as if nothing is happening.

"Coffee! Yes! Magical bean juice. Haha! Wake up elixir." Kate awkwardly closes the distance and juggles to hand her one of the coffees without dropping everything else. "The legal go go drug."

Kate literally has no clue what to do with herself. With Yelena this close, Kate's eyes are hysterically wandering around the room, looking EVERYWHERE but at the blonde. She's trying to be sooooo respectful and not stare. Yelena has to keep it together and not laugh.

Yelena grabs the cup and takes a sip. She 'hmmmms', and purposefully does it an ounce more sensually than she should just to watch Kate squirm. Which she does. Oh, she squirms.

"It's good."

"Uhum..."

Kate can barely get out. Yelena grabs Kate's face, places a soft kiss on her lips, and whispers.

"Thanks for coffee."

"Yeah. Totally. Yes. Anytime."

Yelena then swiftly grabs the box, places it on her desk, and opens it to inspect it.

"What's this thing about pastries you were saying?"

"Oh...uhm...they were...uh...out of the...the thing you liked...so I got another thing. Different kind. Good kind. Tasty...kind. Uhum."

Kate couldn't solve basic arithmetic right now if you put a gun to her head. Yelena picks up one of the pastries and takes a bite. She ‘hmmmmms' again. Kate's knees wobble.

"Did you try these?"

Kate vigorously shakes her head no. Yelena walks over to her with the half bitten pastry in hand. She backs Kate onto the bed then straddles her.

"Open."

Yelena tells Kate softly while placing the pastry against her lips. Kate doesn't hesitate to follow instructions. She parts her lips and takes a bite.

"Good, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's great. So good. Should've gotten a few dozen more. Definitely going back. For sure. Wow. Great stuff. Yeah."

Kate speaks with her mouth full and crumbs from the flaky pastry fly everywhere. It's the least sexy thing she's probably every done. Yelena smiles and chuckles.

"I had a feeling."

Yelena places a kiss on Kate's cheek then kisses her way down to her pulse point. Kate leans her head to the side giving her more access. The moment she does Yelena removes herself from Kate's lap and takes another bite of the pastry as she walks to her closet.

Kate shamelessly whines at being left in this position for the millionth time in the last few weeks. Yelena eats the last of the pastry while rifling through for a shirt then buttons it up while chewing. She hastily grabs her bag, the coffee cup, and an extra pastry from the box. She rushes to where she left Kate and places a kiss on her lips.

"I have to go to the lab."

"Right now?!"

"Right now."

Kate tries to pull Yelena back onto her lap and Yelena initially resists but relents after the second attempt.

"Fifteen minutes."

Kate kisses Yelena.

"I have to go."

Another kiss.

"Ten."

Another kiss.

"Work to do."

One more kiss.

"Five."

A final kiss.

"You're such a bad influence."

"I don't think I ever mischaracterized myself as anything but."

Yelena laughs and initiates the kiss this time.

"True............You're staring."

"Am I?" Yelena nods. "You're super fucking hot. That's all."

"You're saying that because you're dying to find out if the underwear matches the bra."

Kate laughs.

"I'm not. I mean.......I kinda really am BUT...you're beautiful...sexy bra or not."

"See? It's all about the lingerie."

"WHAT?! It's sexy. You bought it for a reason! You know it is. Don't pretend you don't."

Yelena places a string of soft kisses on Kate's lips.

"I have to go."

"Fuck it! Let's drop out. Who needs a degree? You're a genius anyway."

Yelena chortles.

"Yeah, and do what instead? Have sex all day?" They both tense up. Yelena clears her throat, promptly stands, and heads for the door but before she exits she throws one final glimpse back at the girl she's leaving behind on her bed. "See you tonight? I can come over when I'm done. I'll text you."

"Sure. Yeah. I'm training until late but we can figure it out." Kate falls back onto the bed with a huff. "HAVE A GOOD DAY!"

Kate thinks to scream but by the time she does she hears the front door slam shut. No way Yelena heard it.

---

Unlike Yelena, Kate lives alone. One of the few perks of having rich, emotionally detached parents is they'll pay for your rent and won't ask questions. Roommates get in the way of hook ups and Kate loved those so...she has a nice enough one bedroom. It wasn't a crazyyyyy one bedroom overlooking Central Park or anything. Just one of those semi-recently built, one bedrooms in a trendy street that got gentrified.

Kate lives much closer to campus than Yelena does and training ran late so Yelena decides to wait for Kate at one of the bars around her apartment instead of going to her place then have to double back.

Yelena is three drinks deep and sitting at one of the bar stools when she she feels Kate's arms wrap around her waist.

"What’s kickin’, little chicken?"

Kate whispers into Yelena's ear.

"Are you incapable of greeting someone like a normal person?"

Kate places a kiss on Yelena's cheek and takes the seat on the empty stool next to her, setting all of her gear on the floor between them.

"How was practice?"

"Good. Mostly. Until I fucked up my shoulder again."

"What?!" Yelena sounds genuinely concerned. "What happened?!"

"Old high school injury. Keeps flaring up every once in a while. I don't think it's too bad. Hopefully it's back to normal in a few days. I'll try to book a massage or something tomorrow see if it helps. It'll be fine. How was yours?"

"No. Don't deflect. Come on."

Yelena grabs her bag, then Kate's gear, followed by Kate's hand and guides them to the door.

"Your tab?"

"I closed out earlier."

"Where are we going?!"

"You can't say 'I'm injured' and expect me to sit at a bar with you like nothing happened. My dad is a boxer. I know a thing or two about injuries and broken bodies."

"I can carry my own gear, you know...I just did it. It's a little shoulder injury. I'm not dying."

"Shush and tell me exactly what happened."

"Are you being protective of me?"

Kate asks smugly.

"Tell me what happened so I know how to help, Kate."

Kate grins but tells Yelena the story of the high school drunken night that led to Kate being out of rotation for two months and left her shoulder forever fucked. Lucky for Kate, she's a good enough liar and enough of a dedicated sports player that every adult in her life at the time bought that she hurt herself while training and saw no repercussions for it.

---

Within ten minutes they're at Kate's apartment. Yelena drags them to the bedroom. She unceremoniously drops everything she was carrying on the floor.

"Take your shirt off then get on the bed. Face down."

"Damn. You didn't even buy me a drink tonight and going straight for the 'shirt off'..."

Kate jokes.

"Kate..." Yelena glares at her before heading for Kate's en suite bathroom. "Lotion or oil anywhere?"

"No."

Yelena pops her head back out to stare at Kate outraged.

"You don't own lotion?"

"No."

"Any sort of cream?"

"No."

"Anything in your bathroom that I can use instead of lotion?"

"Not that I can think of...?"

"Next you're going to tell me you shower and wash your hair with 7-In-1 or something."

Kate grins.

"OH MY GOD, KATE!"

"WHAT?! IT'S EFFICIENT AND IT WORKS! I'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM OR A COMPLAINT! ALL THOSE EXTRA BOTTLES SOUND LIKE A WASTE OF PLASTIC WHEN ONE DOES EVERYTHING PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Yeah, it's the plastic...I'm sure."

Yelena rolls her eyes and leans back into the bathroom anyway. Kate hears Yelena digging through drawers and cabinets and then exits empty-handed.

"Kate Bishop, what is that bathroom? I'm taking you shopping tomorrow. First thing on the list is lotion then it's individual bottles of body wash, face wash, shampoo, and conditioner. Also...why are you staring at me? I told you. Shirt off. Bed. Face down."

Kate hesitates but ultimately does as she's told. She takes her shirt off. This is the first time she's been shirtless around Yelena and while Yelena's hands have definitely wandered under Kate's shirt before it's much different to see the definition of her body like this, mostly bare. Yelena suddenly becomes parched in the mouth and drenched in other places.

Not wanting to be reprimanded again, Kate turns to head to the bed. That's when Yelena spots the giant tattoo on Kate's back. Think Ben Affleck's phoenix tattoo but not colorful and maybe half the size but still like......it's most of her entire back. It's not poorly done, it's actually arguably pretty beautiful but it's just...A LOT.

See...Kate's impulsive and reckless. We know this. Even more so when she's not sober and around her friends. She's not a Sagittarius but their symbol is a centaur archer so she has the giant female centaur archer tattooed across her back.

Yelena inhales deeply. She's like...

"Kate...................................what is THAT?"

"Oh. That was a bad night of drinking after we lost a tournament freshman year. Her name is Nancy and we don't talk about her."

Yelena tries to digest as she stares at the egregious tattoo currently half covered by the bra's fabric while Kate lies on the bed. During a long beat, Yelena quietly moves through the seven stages of grief then ultimately arrives at acceptance.

"You should've told me I was dating two brunettes."

Kate chuckles and throws a glance over her shoulder.

"My bad. I thought you'd be into polyamory."

Yelena chucks her shoes off and slides onto the bed, straddling Kate's back. She runs her hands over Kate's shoulders.

"Baby, your muscles are so tight."

"Hmmm..."

Yelena tries to expand her movement and get deeper into Kate's tissue but the sports bra continues getting in the way in every direction. Yelena leans forward and whispers into Kate's ear.

"I need you to take this off."

Yelena commands as she yanks the piece of fabric then rolls off Kate to lie on the bed next to her, giving Kate the room she needed to sit up and remove the item. Yelena was fully expecting Kate to face away from her when she did it then lay back down. It was absolutely possible to do that. It's what Yelena thought would happen. Instead, Kate turns to face Yelena and, without breaking eye contact, lifts the sports bra over her head. She's now completely topless a few inches away from Yelena.

IMMEDIATELY the room becomes charged. The electricity and tension are fucking palpable. Kate was feeling confident for a second but after Yelena doesn't instantly respond there's a flash of self-consciousness in her eyes. Yelena spots it and she feels the need to assuage it on the spot. She closes the distance between them and crashes their lips together while her fingers work to unbutton her own shirt. She throws the shirt aside and she's back to revealing the bra she was wearing this morning. She jumps off the bed and takes her jeans off. Her underwear matches the bra.

"I knew it! I knew they matched! You're too neat to not have sets! I had a feeling!"

Kate exclaims from the bed. Yelena cackles as she makes her way back to the mattress where an expectant Kate ogles at her. Yelena takes her now familiar place and sits on Kate's thighs then leans in to whisper against Kate's lips.

"There's so many more matching sets to look at."

Kate closes the minimal distance while her hands snake her way up from Yelena's thighs to land on the shorter woman's waist.

"Are there?"

"Uhum."

Kate is like JESUS FUCK THANK THE GAY GODS IN RAINBOW HEAVEN I FINALLY MAY HAVE LANDED THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...but then again, she's thought that nearly every day for almost three weeks so this time she's going to check before she quite literally gets too excited. She leans back and breaks the kiss.

"You're not going to get me all riled up then pretend you have to go feed the parrot or snake or chameleon you don't own and leave me here to shrink the battery life out of my sex toys are you?"

Yelena cracks up. Without hesitation she undoes the button of Kate's jeans then slides down her zipper while Kate's breathing hitches as she looks on attentively. Kate's eyes are glued on Yelena's hand as it flirts with the edge of her boxers. Right as her finger start to dip below it, Yelena speaks.

"Hey. Look at me." Kate's eyes dart up at lock with Yelena's. "I'm not going anywhere."

Right at that moment Kate feels Yelena touch her for the the first time and she can confidently say it exceeded any and all expectations. By an infinite number.

#bishova #bishlova #kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

[princessofprocrastination]

hii i don't know if the requests are open but if it is i just wanna request a short scenario where sapnap comforts reader (she/her pronouns preferred) after reader wakes him up just to kill (i really do feel bad when somebody kills it too so maybe he can just throw it out😔) a bug because not so long ago i saw this giant ass bug in the corner of my room at 4 a.m. and i am TERRIFIED of bugs so i had a mental breakdown while waking up my roommate to throw it out and that night i couldn't sleep properly so yeah it would be nice if sapnap would comforts and cuddle with the reader😭😭

also sorry if this sounds complicated or stupid, please take care of yourself and drink some water <33

Please Kill It For Me? (Sapnap)

pairing : sapnap x fem!reader

summary : as you were making dinner, you spot the biggest bug you've ever seen. being terrified of them, you left the kitchen to reluctantly wake up your boyfriend.

a/n : hey! my requests are always open since i usually don't have ideas anymore so thank you for sending me one! this one was so cute to think about and write. and you want comforting sap? i got you ;)

your boyfriend has an odd sleeping schedule, being awake from midnight till the next morning, and then sleeping through the night.

lately, however, his sleeping schedule had been getting a bit more normal, sleeping at a reasonable timing.

but he was up late last night, having to film a manhunt for his friend, dream, and now, there he was on your shared bed, napping.

he had told you to wake him up just in time when dinner is ready, and you promised that you would.

now, standing at the entrance of your bedroom, you were hesitant to wake him.

because it hadn't been dinner time yet. you barely even started on making it.

but you couldn't step foot in the kitchen anymore knowing the monster that was in it.

so here you are, standing small by your bedroom door, trying to figure out your next move.

of course, you had to just wake him, that was your only option here. but you felt bad. he looked exhausted this morning, hence the nap.

and you didn't want his nap to be cut short just because of your fear of a bug way smaller than you, that people say is harmless.

you replayed the scene of seeing the bug in the kitchen in your head again, and shuddered in disgust.

yeah, you need to wake him to get that thing out of your house, immediately.

but how? he looked so incredibly peaceful, his eyebags not as bad as it were this morning.

you had an internal battle with yourself in your head and replayed your choices of this moment.

don't wake him and he gets to get his extra hour of sleep like he deserved and he'll wake up refreshed.

only if you didn't wake him, that giant monster of a creepy crawly is still in your house, your kitchen and your boyfriend will not be getting food in his stomach for dinner.

but wake him, and he'd be deprived an extra hour of sleep and he's be tired and wake up late tomorrow, which then shifts his entire sleeping schedule, and he'd be back to sleeping in the morning in no time.

but if you were to wake him, he'd get the bug and you can continue to live in this house peacefully and get back in the kitchen and make him his meal for today.

crap, you're back to square one.

you stand in your position for another minute or two, going over what was best.

until you finally thought, 'what the fuck' and decided to wake him. you needed to get back into that kitchen and cook. and you knew that if he were to get that bug out, you could sleep peacefully at night.

you walked slowly to him, not wanting to startle or wake him with your footsteps padding the dark hardwood floor.

huh? you need to wake him anyway. you told yourself. you were being stupid right now. the faster you wake him, the faster he gets that thing out of the house

and with that, you sit by him on the bed and slowly put your hands on his shoulder.

it was still too soft for him to wake up, though. you were still battling yourself in your own head about waking him up from his deserving nap.

you shook him lightly, trying to wake up but not startle him. "baby?" you called out.

no response. he's still in dreamland.

damn it. you needed to be louder and shake him stronger.

you exhaled through your mouth, pushing yourself to really try to wake him, this time.

you shake his shoulders with more force this time. you need him to wake up. god knows where that bug is now.

"hm?" you heard him come out with a response.

god bless. he's awake.

"can you- uh, do something for me?" you stuttered over your words a little.

he turns from his position on the bed from away from you to looking at you on his side.

"yeah?" he says, voice still laced with sleep. well, you did just wake him out of a 3 hour nap.

"i'm sorry, i didn't want to wake you, you were so peacef-" you were cut off.

"it's fine, i'm awake now. what did you want?" he asked, smile on his lips showing you that he wasn't mad at your for waking him up.

you sighed out and finally came out with it. "there's this bug in the kitchen, and i can't cook if it's still there." you told him, embarrassed.

you see his smile grow larger as you tell him the reason he was awakened.

he laughs out softly. "you need me to get that for you?" he caresses your cheek. you nodded to him.

"i wanted to get dinner ready before i woke you up, i swear. but i can't if that's still in there, just staring at me cooking." you told him, a little shy after he laughed.

"you are so cute." he tells you, before taking the duvet covers off him to get up. "come on, let's find the culprit." he takes your hand and walks out the room.

after he found it on the kitchen counter, still the same place you found it before, he killed it and wiped the counter so you could finish making dinner.

"i'm sorry, i really didn't want to wake you, you can go back to sleep and i'll finish cooking." you told him, still apologetic that he had to wake up.

you were heating up a pan full of oil to continue before he comes up behind you, hands sliding on your waist to hug you closer to him.

"nope, i'm staying here to watch my beautiful girlfriend cook." he tells you, kissing the top of your head. "it's the least i could do from sleeping all day." he sways you gently.

#sapnap imagine #sapnap imagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnap fanfic #sapnap fanfiction