Spin The Bottle. Lee Donghyuck.

🍾 spin the bottle. lee donghyuck.

PART ONE OF THE REPTITION SERIES 📢

SYNOPSIS. hyuck broke the number one rule he assigned to your friends with benefits deal—‘Do NOT Get Romantic Feelings For Each Other (that’s gross)’—and on top of that, the competition is about to start which means his friends will get a free ticket into your pussy any time soon. in order to let you go with no regrets, hyuck decides to fuck you so good you have no option but to reject his friends. let’s just hope you don’t realise he’s head over heels for you when he does..

PAIRING. haechan x fem/afab!reader

INCLUDES. fwb to..you will see haha, swearing, angst, fluff, two smut scenes, switch!haechan, grinding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, choking, degradation, use of the nickname “baby”

WORD COUNT. 11,935

NOTES. this took a little longer than expected sorry to those waiting, but here it finally is!

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Donghyuck never sweats. 

Other than whenever his body was pressed up against yours, buried eight inches inside of your tight hole, Donghyuck never sweats. He always prided himself for staying calm no matter what situation he was in, and he was known for never losing his cool either.

So you can imagine how confused he felt when he was sitting next to Jeno, and a drop of sweat was forming just above his brows. He was agitated. Shuffling in his seat, Donghyuck couldn’t keep his eyes off of his friend’s phone as Jeno continued to scroll through your Instagram account.

You had three thousand followers, which meant that three thousand people had access to those pictures of yours. Donghyuck was one of them, and he had never really paid attention to who else was. 

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Nanami not being in the JJK Vol 0 manga but being in the movie was such fan service and no one is complaining

Playstation 127 circa 1995

bet! | lee jeno.

summary. it was bound to bite both your asses eventually. just plain ‘ol comedic luck that you and your best friend’s shared tradition of petty bets get you two to finally cough up years of repressed feelings for one another. 

pairing. y/n x nct’s jeno

genre. college!au, best friends to lovers!au

word count. 17k

warnings. swearing, fem!reader, underage drinking, emotional constipation lmao, hyuck and yeri hustle often, general dreamies tomfoolery, hyuck and nana are like dumb and dumber, honestly just super chaotic since it’s slice of life :)

taglist. @donutswithjaminthemiddle @dvickyyy @jenosbliss @matryoooshka @luvenshiti @nap-of-a-starr @dojun00 @nctdom @yangsbff @bockhyun

i feel like i did a pretty bad job rounding this fic up, my bad… still hope this lives up to the hype from the teaser! to those tagged, many hugs and kisses!! tysm for the interest <3

also biggest thank you to yunn aka @kdyism for being my beta reader and just being super helpful on absolutely everything for this fic! it def got finished faster bc of ya, much love bun :3

“WAS HE DROPPED on the head when he was a kid?” 

You can’t help the snort that passes your lips, making a satisfying slap to Jeno’s arm. “Don’t be mean.” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” Jeno raises an eyebrow.

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y'all are so horny.

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Sweet //

Pairing. Gojo X Fem!Reader

Summary. Gojo has never seen anyone sweeter than Geto's little step-sister, and he can't help but want a taste.

Rating. NSFW/ Explicit

WC. 1.2k+

CW/ TW. Oblivious!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Implied Pseudo-Incest, Virginity Loss, Corruption Kink

AN. Hi! This is a repost because my old account was accidentally deleted [silently crying inside]. Anyway, all likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you!

M. List | Part 1 | Part 2

Gojo knows he shouldn't mess with you; you were Geto's sweet little step-sister.

The other sorcerer would surely kill him for even thinking about laying a finger on you.

But the funny thing about rules is that Gojo has never been very good at following them, and you are just so cute, so pure, that all he wants to do is ruin you.

Especially in those flowy pastel sundresses you favored so much—the hem always tending to creep up your creamy thighs a little too high every time you moved. Or those thigh highs you'd wear as it started to get cooler out, the fat of your thighs spilling at the top looking so tempting for his hands to grab.

You may be a little oblivious to the way Gojo looks at you, but Geto is not. No, he can easily see the way Gojo eyes you when you walk into the room or how he unnecessarily draws you close whenever he tells you something—a wolf in sheep's clothing, some might say.

At first, he can brush it off because it's Gojo. But then he watches Gojo pull you onto his lap at a party with the light excuse that "there was nowhere else for you to sit."

Tch.

After you're tucked safely into bed, far away from the white-haired sorcerer, Geto warns Gojo that you won't be fucked and then tossed aside.

Gojo raises his hands in defense, signature cock-sure smile on his face. "She's your sister. I would never."

This is partly true because Gojo would never hurt you, and he knows Geto's threats aren't empty. But he still wants to fuck you; that little fact hasn't changed, though, for Geto's sake, he heeds his warnings... for now.

He stops showing up at your house throughout the week. Instead, he only comes over for parties where he avoids you with, to your annoyance, yet another random girl perched on his lap—her manicured nails trailing down, down, down to places out of your line of sight.

And his texts to you are short and seldom, never veering off-topic like he usually does:

"Hey, is Geto at the house?" -- Gojo

"Yeah." -- You

"Okay." -- Gojo

It goes on like this for weeks.

So it's not a surprise that the sudden distance from Gojo is something you instantly take notice of. And he has to stop himself from taking you right there in the hallway when you look up at him with doe eyes—the way you call him Toru, your pretty pink lips pursed as you ask him if everything is okay.

God, you are just so sweet.

He pats your head. "Yeah, pretty. Everything's okay."

You give him a syrupy smile from the nickname, happy to have his attention on you again. In the next second, your hand is grabbing his, tugging him in the direction of your room away from the party. "Come on, Toru. I want to show you something."

Gojo completely forgets that he's supposed to be keeping his distance—the girl he told he'd be right back to, still waiting downstairs.

None of that matters, though, not with your little hand in his larger one, your short skirt swaying around your hips as you lead him down the hall, all with the intent of you showing him something—his pretty girl on a mission.

And you definitely do when he has your skirt pooling around your waist, your soaking wet panties now on display for his predatory gaze.

"We shouldn't," he says with mock sincerity, glancing up from between your legs to watch you squirm underneath him. "What if Suguru finds out?"

"But I want to, Toru," you pout, stomping your feet against the mattress childishly.

"So spoiled," he hums noncommittedly just before pressing the thick pad of his thumb against the wet patch of silk above your opening.

You mewl, hips bucking up into his touch. It makes him chuckle at how needy you are, Geto's innocent sister looking anything but by the second.

"Have you ever...?" he asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear you confirm it out loud.

You shake your head shyly, all brattiness from a moment ago gone as you mumble out a "no."

Hearing that simple word has all of his blood rushing to his dick, which is already half-hard from watching you parade around the party in your short skirt all night.

Gojo gives you a smile dripping with ill-intent. "That's okay. We can go slow, yeah?"

But slow is hardly the word you'd use for the way Gojo is now fucking you into the mattress, your walls fluttering around his thick length from your third—no, fourth orgasm.

A constant stream of fat tears rolls down into your temples, choked moans gurgling in the back of your throat as Gojo presses your legs closer to your chest.

"Aw, pretty baby, does that feel good?" he croons, attempting to catch the next set of tears with the wide pad of his thumbs. You're so breathtaking, even with mascara and remnants of his cum from earlier staining your flushed cheeks.

"S'good, Toru," you whimper, fingers shakily pressing against his stomach so that you can have a moment to breathe.

You've hardly had enough time to come down from your last high, and you are still too sensitive for the way his cock plows into you—every one of his thrusts stabbing a breath of air from your lungs.

"None of that," he tuts, easily grabbing your wrists and bringing them above your head. "How am I supposed to fuck you with your hands in the way?"

His next thrust you swear you can feel in your stomach, and Gojo groans when you clench down hard around him. "Fuck!"

"D-deep, Toru! Too deep!"

With his free hand, Gojo squeezes your cheeks to cut off your protests. He presses a sweet kiss to your puckered lips, making you fall pliant as he works your wet, open cunt.

"Come on, be a good girl." Your gummy walls squeeze around him at his words, and he rewards you with another kiss. "There you go. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, and you're going to take it for me, yeah? I promise I won't cum in you." He grunts. "Promise—"

But he does, over and over again until you're nice and full with his sticky seed.

All thoughts about being quiet are out the window when you begin babbling for more, begging Toru loudly not to stop. "Shh, we might get caught," Gojo says with a little smirk because he already knows Geto is outside your bedroom door.

You were so intent on getting Gojo to your room that you forgot to shut your door all the way, leaving a large enough gap for anyone to see what the both of you were doing.

But your eyes were too far in the back of your skull to notice your brother with cum dripping down his fist after listening to his little sister get her brains fucked out by his best friend—his cock twitching in his hand from your cute whimpers. Gojo looks over at him with a sly grin before dipping his hips into you again, giving you exactly what you asked for.

Maybe later Geto will have to teach you what happens to sisters who don't listen to their big brothers.