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PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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stop i might rewatch the untamed!

This is adorable

DREAM HAUS Smoothie EP. 2 — Chenle

ofc gotta support talent writers like yourself! same i might reread it again tonight! 😌🤞

DEEP WATERS

TITLE: DEEP WATERS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: tentacle monster!haechan x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, monsterfucking

SUMMARY: all your life you heard stories about the monster that lives in the lake, but they never scared you. You were looking for him, hoping fate was going to lead you to him to prove yourself you’re not crazy for believing in his existence. And when it happens, he seems to be afraid of you.

WARNINGS: smut, tentacles sex, aphrodisiacs (but to make the whole thing possible and not painful so everything is consensual), public /outdoor sex, nipple sucking, nipple orgasm, shibari with tentacles (i guess), oral sex (f/m), anal sex, vaginal sex, spitroasting, triple penetration, belly bulge, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, brief mentions of free use, breeding (but not really), cum inflation (and a lot of cum in general), unrealistic sex (do i really have to write this??), aftercare (don't ask)

WORD COUNT: 8.004k

A/N: don't really know how to feel about this one and I hate writing things in a rush, but it's here. Let me know your opinion with comments, reblogs or asks!! Enjoy ♡

if you click 'read more' you agree you have read the warnings and take responsibility for the media you consume.

“I truly don’t think we should be here,” Jaemin whispered, looking around in the thick forest that was getting wider with each step as they approached the lake. 

“Yeah, that’s one of your countless dumb ideas,” Renjun added, trying to stop his body from shaking so much at the slightest of sounds. 

“You’re so annoying,” she commented, walking around with too much enthusiasm if you asked her friends that were behind her, almost using her body as a shield from whatever was going to jump from the waters. 

“Why can’t we just go back to our tents and stay there?” Jaemin complained. 

“Because it’s boring, yall keep telling the same stories over and over again and most of the others are asleep.” 

“You know he doesn’t exist, right?” Renjun said, finally addressing the elephant in the room. 

She sighed, “Then why are you shitting your pants?” 

Renjun let out an offended gasp before knitting his brows, “I’m not. I just think it’s not wise to wander around in the middle of the night here, there could be wild animals.” 

She laughed after rolling her eyes and then stopped when the lake came in their view. 

“God, it’s so pretty. I can’t believe people barely come here.” 

Jaemin coughed, “Yeah, there’s a reason.” 

She glared at him. “So why do you call me crazy?” 

“Nobody calls you crazy, it’s just… it’s creepy, okay? The vibes of this place are creepy, can’t we go back?” Renjun insisted. 

“What are you doing?” He asked when she bent to the ground to search for something, taking a step out of the bush. “Please, don’t do anything dumb, don’t do — you did something dumb,” he sighed when she threw a rock in the lake, circles forming on the surface as the rock slid on the surface before sinking. 

“Okay, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jaemin said. 

“It is,” she did it again, and again. 

“Why do you want to anger it?” 

“I don’t, I just can’t believe that nothing makes him come out.” 

“Mh, I don’t think your rock was that big,” Jaemin said, taking a step back when the water started moving. 

“What have you done?” Renjun asked terrified, seeing something coming out of the surface.  

“Got what I wanted?” She replied, shrugging, and he could hear the happy smile on her face.

“You’re insane,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s run,” he screamed, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and turning back, not even looking back to see if she was following them.

“Yeah, I’ll reach you,” she replied, but instead of following her friends, she moved closer to the water and her breath stopped for a moment as she could see a figure emerge from the surface. 

Finally, after years, it was happening. 

The monster moved his tentacles and slithered some in front of her, but she barely flinched. 

“You’re not scared?” The monster in front of her raised a brow in utter confusion, he was standing still now, waiting for a reaction that wasn’t coming. 

“No,” she replied and he could feel the same serenity in the way she was acting in her voice. 

“You think I’m not scary?” 

She shook her head, biting her lips, and studying the blue appendices swinging around his body, water still dripping down, damping his hair and his scaly blue skin. “You’re interesting… curious, but not scary.” 

The monster laughed, a sharp mocking laugh. “I won’t spare you just because you’re pretending to don’t be afraid.” 

“You don’t kill,” she replied calmly. “I’ve been reading so much about you. Read all those tales about you. You terrorize people, certain tellers believing that it’s because you don’t enjoy people invading your personal space. It’s like Shrek.” 

He frowned, truly shocked at how calm she was, or even casual, as if she was chatting with a friend and not a monster that lived in the depths of a lake after terrorizing the people of her village. “Shrek? Who’s that?” 

“Oh, you wouldn’t know. But that’s not the point.” 

“Don’t touch,” he groaned, pulling away one of his tentacles when her hand lifted up and moved closer to the limb. “You can’t touch me.” 

“Will I burn? Is it like holy water on demons?” 

He rolled his eyes and then started moving in circles around her. She truly wasn’t afraid a bit. How was that possible? But she didn’t seem armed, and also looked rather short and fragile compared to him, and her clothes, a white sweater, and grey pants weren’t made for a fight, so what were her tricks? Was she able to mind control or something? 

“Why are you here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous being all alone in the middle of the night at the sides of the haunted lake?” 

She puffed, eyes squinting as she studied the creases of his body, he was mostly naked, just a drape covering his lower body while his skin was covered in scales that disappeared on his hands, feet, neck and face. 

“I wasn’t alone. My friends are weak and ran off when they saw you emerging from the surface.” 

He stopped moving around her, panicking for a second, “They saw me?” 

“They didn’t. But just the idea of the tales being true terrified them. Can I say you let me down?” 

“I let you what?” His voice came out higher than he wanted to but he couldn’t deny he was dumbfounded by her behaviour. 

“I wasn’t going to be afraid of you but… damn, I thought you were going to be scarier. Bigger. Ugly,” she commented, still studying him, and admiring how beautiful he was, sure, some things could’ve — should’ve — been considered weird but he had a handsome face, and his colours, deep blue mixing with purple and bright pink were simply beautiful. 

He blinked repeatedly, thinking it had to be a weird dream, a hallucination given by all these years of being alone and far from his home planet, but she was still standing there, closer than before, once again trying to touch him. 

“I could kill you.” 

“Would you?” She raised a brow, testing him with a smug smirk on her face. 

He gasped, shaking his head. “Why would I not? If you’re so smart and curious as you say you are, you should know what happens to people that know about my existence. They can’t survive. They can’t put my life at risk. I’ve been hunted all my life, and this is my first safe place and I have to hide in the water.” 

“You think I can run back to town and talk about you? They would call me crazy.” 

“They might, but they will also come here and hunt me.” 

“Why don’t you try to talk —” 

“You’re so naïve, really think that they would listen to me? Think they would listen to what a monster has to say? I can turn scary if I want to, I’m sparing you.” 

Instead of baking away her eyes lit up, her mouth opening in surprise and excitement. “So you can control it?” 

“Of course, I can. My original form wasn’t even in the water. I had to adapt.” 

“So, you’re an alien? The books don’t say it. It says that you’ve always been here and you’ve been scaring the town since the dawn of time.” 

“Leave,” he only replied, voice sharp and deeper. 

Her eyes moved to his. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He snorted. “You couldn’t even if you tried.” 

“Well, physically I can’t but emotionally.” 

“No, little girl, not even emotionally. And now leave. I’m keeping you alive as a favour.” 

“But why? I’m just curious…” 

He moved closer, touching her chin with a hand, making her gulp and shiver at the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers. “You think I’d be so dumb to be vulnerable in front of you? To tell you more about me so you can run to your village and tell them you found out how to finally get rid of me?” 

She shook her head. “But that’s not what I’m curious about.”

“And what are you curious about, then?” He asked, raising a brow and when she looked away, he furrowed.

“I have some abilities but unfortunately I can’t read minds, speak.” 

She gulped, coughing to clear her throat. “About your tentacles.” 

“My tentacles?” He tilted his head to the side, watching how her attitude shifted as soon as his body surrounded hers. 

“Yeah… if I touch them, can you feel something?” 

“Of course, I can, they are protuberances of me.”

“No, but like… pleasure.” 

He stood there frozen for a second, shocked once again by her boldness. That was what she was thinking about? But he shrugged it off and a teasing laugh rumbled out of his chest. 

“That’s what you want to know?” He teased, caressing her cheek. She nodded. “Want to know if I do this,” another tentacle came out of his body, “and put it between your legs,” she whimpered when the wet tentacle teased her over the pants, “if I feel something?” 

She nodded, breath getting shorter as the limb moved on her thigh, wrapping around her waist and lifting her up on the ground. 

“I don’t know, but now I’m curious too. Do you feel something?” 

She hummed, looking down at him, biting her lips to don’t let the small moans of pleasure come out. 

“You know I could let you go right now and make you crash to the ground, right?” 

“I know.”

“And aren’t you afraid?” 

“You won’t do it.” 

“Are you sure? I have all the reasons to do it. You know about me, not much but more than anybody else on this stupid planet ever did, and are also trying to fuck me.” 

“Isn’t that good? For how long have you been alone?” 

“For how long have you been alone?” 

She grunted, throwing her head back in frustration — and a bit of pleasure since the tentacle was still rubbing against her. “God, stop stealing my lines. Come up with something yourself, or answer.” 

She gasped when he let her go, but caught her before she could smash onto the ground. 

“I told you,” she winked. 

“It’s just because you’re entertaining. So dumb, you will get hurt.”

“But any way you didn’t kill me, and your tentacle is still between my legs.” 

The monster groaned, leaving her on the ground and moving away, the tentacle slithering back into his skin. 

“How do you do that?” She asked, watching in awe as his body got back to its original form. 

“How do you breathe?” 

She rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so annoying. Ever thought that maybe your terrible communication skills are the reason why people wanted you dead?” 

“Shut up, and leave.” 

“No.” 

“No?” He raised a brow, glaring at her, looking scary for a second but she had no intention of stepping back. 

“I’m not standing into the waters of the lake, I’m not breaking any rules. On the other hand, you decided to come out of the waters knowing full well that I was there. So maybe, you need something too.” 

“I need peace, and I’d need to get away from here. I surely don’t need you.” 

“But you’re all alone, how doesn’t that get boring? What if it wasn’t me? What if there was a hunter that wanted to kill you? You risked so much tonight.” 

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.  

“You have the chance. You just don’t want to.” 

“Oh, damn, just… what do you want?” 

“You.” 

“Me? Like my head on a silver plate?”

“I’ve been passionate about you since I was a kid, all my fellow classmates were terrified hearing the stories about you, but I was so fascinated. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, and then… then growing up it just got worst.” 

“So you’re obsessed?” 

“No, I’m more like a fan. Do you know what that is?” 

He shook his head. 

“Well, it’s someone that’s very fond and passionate about somebody else.” 

“Obsessed.” 

“No. Listen,” she sighed. “I… I’ve been called a freak all my life for believing in you, and I think that it’s so dumb that I’m the weird one when nobody ever comes to this lake at night. So I guess people believe in you but are too ashamed to admit it. While I never cared about it, like, even if you weren’t real, was I hurting somebody? No. So can you please just answer my doubts? I promise you won’t see me again.” 

“Do you really have doubts to answer?” He asked after sighing loudly. “Or do you have needs you think nobody else can satisfy?” 

She didn’t reply immediately, ashamed he had caught the main reason why she wanted to find him. Because if at the start the curiosity was almost scientific, with the years it turned into a fantasy she truly couldn’t tell to anybody. “What if I had both?” 

He chuckled. “And what do you want to solve first?” 

“My needs?” She asked shyly, tilting her head to the side. 

“I doubt you’ll have the strength to answer your question if you follow that path. I doubt you will make it out alive at all.” 

“It can’t be that bad…” 

“It’s not made for you,” he replied, hovering over her. “Nothing about me is made for you.” 

“We could try.” Her voice was low as she looked up at him, eyes falling on his lips. 

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned.” 

“Maybe I could get just a little taste? Let me, let me touch one of your tentacles, please?” 

He chuckled, lifting one closer to her hand, watching as she grazed it gently. “Why are you so attracted to them?” 

“I… I don’t know. There’s something fascinating about this,” she confessed, letting her fingers run on it, it was smooth and wet, maybe even sticky. She had noticed that they all had different textures, some had veins, others suckers, and some others were like the one she was touching. She could feel his breath falter for a moment. “Do you feel something?” 

“Not really, those are not made for pleasure. Honestly, nothing in my species is made for pleasure.” 

“No pleasure?” Her hands stopped, her attention back on his face. 

He smiled. “Reproduction.” 

She gasped, biting her lips. 

“It was easy to change your mind.” 

“I didn’t change it.” 

“Okay, you are hiding something from me, what are you?” 

“I’m human. I’m me.” 

“How… How are you not afraid? I can emit corrosive acids, I could strangle you, I could drag you in the pits of that lake and drown you and your family would never find a body to mourn on. And here you are?” 

“Because humans are scarier than monsters and I’ve been surrounded by them since I was born? You think that people don’t commit atrocities just because they don’t have tentacles, fangs, or wings, or claws, or powers, and toxic fluids?” 

He couldn’t deny he did find humans disgusting and terrible but it was different. “But that doesn’t make me any less scary.” 

“Hate to break it to you but you are… hot.” 

“Hot?” 

“If you were ugly probably I would find you scarier, but those tentacles, your skin, your tongue and your eyes are not scary.” 

He hummed, trying to hide how happy he was to hear those words. “Are you sure you want to play? I can’t promise you will make it out alive, but I got that you have no intention to leave anyway, so instead of wasting the night with useless talks…” 

She hummed, it couldn’t have been a bad idea. She wanted this so badly. 

“I promise I’ll try to be gentle at the start. And don’t come inside you, I’m not really sure the kid that will come out of us will be a good mix.” 

She chuckled and that made him roll his eyes. “Do you hate your life or something? Why are you not afraid of me in the slightest?” 

“Why do you want me to be afraid so bad?” She asked, running a hand on his skin, it was still wet, but the scales had a good sensation at the touch, they resembled snakeskin. 

“Sometimes fear saves your ass,” the monster replied, touching her chin with two fingers, and caressing her skin. “I could be poisonous, I could strangle you…” 

“Or drag me in the deep waters, yeah, I know. You could also take control of my mind. I’ve been studying you and your powers for years, that’s why I wanted to know what is true and what’s not. But if you propose something funnier, I guess education can wait.” 

He groaned when she touched his face and pulled away. She raised a brow. “You are afraid,” she pointed out, walking toward him as he started taking small steps back, finally realizing why he was acting like this.  

“I’m not afraid, I don’t want you to touch me like this.” 

“But why?” 

He hesitated, his feet reaching the shore, the human skin on his feet being replaced by blue scales. “I don’t trust you.” 

“Would it make it better if you knew my name? You still didn’t tell me yours, you must have one.” 

“Hideous monster, terrific creature, I don’t know, pick one your people decided to give me,” he retorted bitterly. 

“Those are not names. Please,” she begged. 

And her sincere eyes were the only things that made him say his real name for the first time ever. “Haechan.” 

“Haechan?” 

“Yeah, do you have anything to say about it?” He asked annoyed, already regretting the confession.

She shook her head, walking closer to him, they were standing face to face. “I love it, it fits you.” 

He scoffed. “Are you really that desperate?” 

“I’m being honest.” 

“We can’t,” he replied when her chest pressed against his.  

“I thought you said you couldn’t promise me to be gentle, but not that we couldn’t.” 

“What if people see? What if they think I’m hurting you and… it’s too dangerous. And the only way I know to do this is even more dangerous.” 

She smirked, looking past him, the dark water painted silver by the moon shining behind him.

“Don’t even think about it.” 

“Why not?” 

“You’re insane.” 

“I’d say I like a challenge.” 

“A challenge that could kill you, and then kill me once they find your dead body on the shore.” 

“Then don’t risk it and let’s say above waters,” she replied, touching him once again. “Did they move?” She asked when the scales on his arms bricked up.

“No, they didn’t,” he replied sternly, pulling his arm away. 

“They did! Are you turned on? Do you like it when I touch you?” 

“You know nothing about how I work, just shut up,” he said, wrapping a hand over her mouth. “Stop screaming, you will draw attention.” When Haechan looked down she was staring at him, the light reflecting in her eyes, making it look as if a million little stars were inside, and he pulled away when he felt his skin brick up. 

She smirked when she noticed, but didn’t tease him verbally. 

“You know nobody dares to come here at night,” she said, “as much as they love to call me crazy for believing in you, they shit themselves thinking they could encounter you.” 

“If something bad happens to me, but doesn’t get me killed, I’ll make sure I’ll come to haunt you wherever you are.” 

“Sounds good, so we will see each other again,” she smiled, touching his tentacles again, making him groan. 

“No touching,” he hissed. 

“How are we going to do it if I don’t touch you?” 

“You can only touch if I start it, or if they come closer to you. They are… sensible.” He gulped, looking at her. “Not like you mean it, not the ones that are out now. Damn, you’re so annoying with your little cocky gazes, that’s why you’re single and you have to beg a monster to fuck you.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” she said, rolling her eyes before she kissed him. She was tired of this beating around the bush, she wanted things to start. She gasped in the kiss when his tentacles wrapped around her frame and lifted her up from the ground. “Oh, finally started loosening up?” 

“I told you to —” Haechan tried to retort but she shushed him again with another kiss. 

“You’re so annoying,” he huffed when she pulled away. “And kisses are weird.” 

“Weird? What about touches? Your tentacles are all over me, can I touch them?” 

“Doesn’t it feel disgusting? They’re sticky.” 

“It’s weird, but I like it.” 

He quirked a brow, moving them more, exploring her curves. “Do you?” 

She hummed when one of them brushed between her legs and the other on her breast. It was weird, but not disgusting. 

And when he heard her moan, the put up façade he was showing crumbled apart, it was like her soft moans were telling him the truth, he could feel her body, he felt the pulses in her vein, he felt that she was being honest, that for some — weird — reason she truly wanted this, but mostly, she wanted him. No, he couldn’t read minds, but he, unfortunately, could feel so much, and all his life on that stupid planet he only felt hatred, disgust and anger, but this… this was different, this was good. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, tentacles retracting from her body, leaving her surprised for a second, blinking at him with confused eyes. 

“Yes,” she still replied with no hesitation. 

“How much?” 

She hesitated for a second, not getting where this was going. Was there somebody behind her and he wanted to make her say something to don’t get them both killed or were his doubts haunting him again? 

“Enough to try this with you.” 

“Then can you let me try a thing with you?” 

“Define a thing.” 

“This,” he said, tentacles moving again, two of them reaching for her hands and blocking them over her head, the hold tight enough to make her stay still. “And this.” The other two roamed on her body, sending shivers all over it. 

Her head fell back and her lips parted to let out moans. “Yes, do —do whatever you want.” 

His eyes sparkled at the consent, and two more tentacles came out of him, securing around her ankles and lifting her up, it was as if she was laying but underneath her there was just air, and the cold, hard ground if he only let go of the grip. 

Her body stiffed when he grabbed her clothes and ripped them off her body with strength. 

“Don’t look surprised by my strength, you wanted this.” 

She hummed, nodding and biting her lips nervously, the cold air making her shiver. 

“I will warm you up,” he joked, “need more tentacles to keep you warm?” 

She nodded, moaning when two others reached her breast, squeezing her boobs strongly. 

“Fuck.” 

Haechan smirked, content with her reaction. “You look pretty down here,” his breath huffed against her wet pussy, and she tried to close her legs, but the tentacles were keeping her spread open. “Well, never seen a human one but yours is beautiful.” 

“That’s a weird comment,” she groaned, feeling so exposed because it was as if he was studying her, but well, could she be mad when she was just as curious of him? 

“Is it? Humans don’t compliment each other?” 

“Well, fuck, not exactly like this.” 

“Oh, well, I don’t want to be like you anyway so take it.” 

She was about to say something again but his tongue laying flat on her cunt stopped the words in the back of her brain, head falling backwards, dangling in the air, and nails digging into her own palms. 

“Fuck,” she groaned when he started moving it, long tongue teasing her entrance before his lips started sucking her sensitive clit. 

“Never imagined you’d taste so good,” Haechan groaned against her, hands cupping her thighs, as his tentacles moved to bend them and leave him more space between her legs. The new position, with her knees bent and slightly closer to her chest, made her feel his fast movement even more. 

Haechan pulled away, staring in awe at her dripping juices mixing with his spit and dripping down her ass. “Let’s see,” he whispered, lips curling in a smirk, “if I do this, will you like it?” Two smaller tentacles came from his back and reached for her pussy lips, pulling them apart. His tongue rolled out again and this time slipped in again, fucking in and out. 

She groaned when her eyes met his, staring at her with a lustful gaze, his tentacles now moving faster around him, and holding her tighter. She tried to close her legs again, sure that he must’ve had something in him that made everything feel ten times better because she had never been so sensitive. 

“I’m gonna come,” she cried out, squirming in his hold while she reached the first climax. Her skin was already pearled with sweat, and at this point she feared she was going to get sick because of the low temperature of the night, but her health wasn’t exactly her main concern right now. 

“Oh, you love this,” he smiled. “Didn’t think you would be so sensitive.” 

“Hae-Haechan,” she called breathlessly. 

“Yes, honey?” 

“The — the tentacles, can they, can you stop them?” 

He raised a brow, “Thought you wanted this?” 

“I do — I do, want this so badly but,” the breath got stuck in her throat as the tentacles on her nipples started sucking harder. “Too much. Too good.” 

“If it’s good it’s never bad, isn’t it?” He joked, placing a tentacle on her clit, and rubbing the head in circular motions. “But I don’t know how I want to fuck you yet, let me think.” 

“I’ll come again,” she cried out, voice breaking into a scream. 

“I warned you.” 

She groaned, letting her head fall back, giving in to the pleasure, it wasn’t bad, and that was the problem, the shocks of pleasure running in her body were so strong she feared he was going to tire her up before she could get a bigger taste. 

“Oh, I think I got it,” he exclaimed. “You’ve got a really nice ass, I want to have a better view of it.” 

She screamed when he swiftly turned her around, tentacles moving so fast her heart dropped when they let go of her to trap her in another position. But the fear of the precarity of it all made all her blood rush between her legs, pussy throbbing hard in anticipation. 

“So, so pretty like this,” he whispered, she was now facing him with her back, ass perched up, arms tied up, standing straight above her head, calves flat against the back of her thighs as two tentacles secured her legs in that bent position, almost as if she was kneeling standing mid-air. “Silver looks good on you,” he added, caressing her skin, and watching the moonlight reflect on her. “Are you cold?” He asked when his fingers grazed her back, running along her spine and felt goosebumps. 

“A — a bit.” 

“I’ll warm you up soon.” 

“Fuck,” she moaned, head tangling in front of her when he parted her ass cheeks, jumping back against him when he left a kiss on her rim. “I don’t —”  

“Shh,” he shushed her up. “This hole looks inviting.” 

“You can’t fuck me there raw.” 

“Why not?” He asked, and when she looked back he seemed genuinely confused, it would’ve been cute if only she couldn’t feel a tentacle already prod at the entrance. “Aren’t all holes made for that? To get fucked and filled?” 

“Kinda,” she replied, voice faltering as she tried to ignore the effect those words had between her legs. “Wait,” she stopped him when the appendance pushed in. “You need to — you need to get it wet and ready, it’s not like my pussy.” 

He raised a brow, not really getting the point of it, and she wasn’t going to explain to him the real point of it now. 

“Just — eat me out like you did before and push the smallest tentacle in,” she explained, hoping she wasn’t going to regret it considering the most daring thing she had done with her ass was put a shy finger inside of her. 

And he obeyed, tongue licking a stripe before he started to move with eagerness just like before. But he was eager, he had barely got a taste of anything and he couldn’t wait longer, so he slipped a tentacle inside, moaning when her warmth clenched around it.

She couldn’t reply, mouth gaping as she tried to realize what had just happened. “Feels weird,” she choked on her words as she tried to adjust to the sensation, smooth on one side while on the other she could feel suckers rub against her walls, ignoring the slight discomfort because he didn’t prep her at all. 

“Want my cock instead?” 

“No, I just — fuck — need to get used to it,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Good, ‘cause you feel so good.” Haechan was getting high at the way she was moaning, pretty sounds and squeals. And in a second he moved closer to her, moving her so her pussy was right at his dick height. She yelped, not expecting him to move her around like that, so easily, as if she was nothing. 

“Are you going to take my cock?” 

She blinked, turning her neck, trying to get a glimpse of it, eyes widening when she saw it, bigger than anything she had ever taken, a dark blue at the base that turned lighter at the tip, full of ridges along the length, curving up perfectly, big heavy balls hanging tight under it. 

She whined, suddenly realizing she might’ve bargained more than she could take. “Sure, I’ll take it.” 

But Haechan laughed. “No, you won’t. You’re too fragile, little lamb. I told you this was going to be too much for you.” 

She didn’t answer, choking up on yet another moan as the tentacles in her ass started moving faster and deeper. 

“You’re so lucky I can and want to help you.”  

“You can make it smaller?” 

He let out a mocking sound, “Bigger, if I wanted to,” he smirked. “But I don’t feel like I want to destroy you… not yet.” Her smile dropped and he chuckled. “I’m kidding, I’m just joking. I wouldn’t want to break what could be my favourite plaything.” 

“Plaything,” she huffed. “You wanted me gone. Changed your mind? It does suck to be here alone?” 

She screamed when a tentacle latched at her clit, sucking hard, it almost felt like it was vibrating, no… it couldn’t be. 

“I need you to shut up,” he said, another tentacle coming out of him to reach her mouth and fill it with no grace. When he could only hear muffled moans, he smiled. “Better, sounds get irritating easily when you’ve spent so much time in silence.” 

She whimpered when she felt something wet against her opening, it was sticky and wet, but she couldn’t turn around and see, not that she could’ve anyway, but her head was being kept still by the tentacle fucking into her mouth. 

Her eyes closed when the tip of his fat cock started rubbing against her cunt, smearing the substance around. “Need you to be relaxed or no amount of aphrodisiacs will make this possible. I don’t like when my toys break.” 

She breathed deeply through her nose, cringing at the mess of spit that was drooling out of her mouth, and tried to relax her body. 

“That’s it,” he grunted, easing his tip inside her, ass bucking up at the intrusion. “Fuck, you’re so warm here,” he groaned when he slipped all the way in, fat, ridged cock stretching her wide, but it wasn’t as painful as she imagined it would be. Still, she could feel him so deep inside of her that she wondered how he wasn’t splitting her or hurting her. Large enough to fill her like nothing ever before, the scales rubbing against her walls, the new texture making shivers run down her spine and curl her toes already, stomach closing in a knot as the feeling emptied her brain.  

The sounds filling the chill, calm night of October around the lake were disgusting. Lewd squelching sounds, cum splashing between their bodies, tentacles dripping so much of it already that the brown earth was starting to turn white. 

And as much as Haechan told her to keep quiet, the one that was having a hard time holding the moans in was him. He never felt anything as good as that, all her holes feeling so good, bringing him closer to the edge before he’d love to. Not that he was scared of that, he could come over and over again, last for days if he wanted to, but her? Small body shaking into his tentacles hold, squirming and at the same time fucking back asking for more, small holes barely taking him, stretching out so widely just for him. 

“Should’ve fucked a human first, fuck,” he moaned. “Feels so good.” Probably the sight of her holes opening just for him was what he last needed to reach his orgasm. He didn’t warn her, though, coming inside all of her holes, filling her to the brim, sticky white cum overflowing, bringing her to the edge too. 

She coughed, spitting it out of her mouth, too much to even think of swallowing it. 

“Too much,” she cried out, feeling her muscles sore as she squirmed uncontrollably as she reached another orgasm. 

“You think I’m done with you? I want to see your pretty face while I make you come, see your pretty belly bulge,” Haechan snorted, still lazily pumping inside of her.  

She groaned. “Fuck me against the ground, I — I’m too tired, these positions are,” she blabbered, still spitting some cum out of her mouth, struggling to let out what she was thinking about.  

“Against the dirty ground? I don’t think so,” he said before he turned her around, this time holding her against his body, tentacles wrapping around her to shield her from the cold of the night, eyes staring right into her watery ones. “But I think we can try something else. You said you’d let me do anything, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, suddenly fearing what he could do to her. 

“Is it better?” He asked and she looked around in panic when felt herself floating, tentacles holding her up but she could feel they weren’t the main reason why she was laying in the air. 

“Yeah,” she whimpered, feeling her skin burn as the tentacles brushed against it.  

“Good,” he smirked, staring at her leaking holes in awe. “You’re so pretty, are all humans like this?” 

She nodded, half-lidded eyes looking into his. 

“As pretty as you?” 

“I — I don’t know.” 

“I don’t think so,” he replied, cock slipping into her cunt again, stretching her again. 

Her head fell back, but it was like something was keeping her up, almost as if he had put an invisible surface she could lay on. 

“You feel so good, fuck, should’ve come here sooner,” Haechan groaned, slipping another tentacle inside her ass, this time thicker than the one that had fucked her before. “Would’ve filled many lonely nights.” 

And she would’ve loved to reply that she did try, searched for him everywhere but he was too good at hiding, her brain though didn’t let her mumble a single word, nothing else that wasn’t a moan or a whimper. 

It took him nothing to make her come for the third time with an orgasm that simply didn’t feel real. It sent pleasure flooding through her entire body, making her scream in the night, cunt and ass clenching around him barely giving him space to still pump his thick fleshes in and out of her holes. 

But Haechan had no intention of stopping. If it felt good before, now it felt even better. Her face drunk on his cock and tentacles, mouth open, tongue rolling out and eyes rolled in the back of her head. He also would’ve loved to be gentle and let her lay like that, but he wanted her closer and wanted to have a better view, so once again he moved her body, angling her so that she was almost flat against his chest but not close enough that he couldn’t see the bulge of his cock in her belly. 

“Shit, can you see me through your pretty belly?” Haechan moved a hand behind her back, forcing her neck to look down, eyes snapping open in surprise, awe, and slight terror as she once again wondered how the hell it was possible and how deep he was reaching. 

“You look so pretty with a round belly, baby. Should I fill you more?” 

She nodded eagerly, broken moans slipping past her lips. 

“Yeah? Want all my cum deep inside your nasty holes? Want it to be so much it overflows and drips out of you for days?” 

“Yes, please, fill me, stuff me of your cum.” 

Haechan groaned before he emptied himself inside her again, stilling against her, tentacles stopping their frenetic movements as the pleasure ran all over his body. 

Her head rolled back as yet another orgasm washed over her, and she felt her brain hazed with pleasure. 

“Hae — Haechan,” she called out, voice breathy and tears trickling down her cheeks. 

“What, babe? Can’t take it anymore?” 

She nodded, biting her lips when two suction cups place on her nipples again, sucking avidly. 

“I’m sure you can.” 

“No, I — I — fuck,” she screamed, wriggling in his hold, hips involuntarily fucking into him. 

“I’m sure you can take one more for me, can’t you?” 

“I — I, not too much.” 

He shook his head, slipping out of her, cold air hitting her burning holes as his body moved back for a few seconds, cum dripping in a pool on the ground. 

“Want to fuck your tight ass with my cock and your pretty pussy with my tentacles.” 

She hummed before the words registered in her head. 

“Tentacles?” 

Haechan only smirked, pushing into her rim with force, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Her mouth open and drool dripping on her chin. “Haechan.” 

“Fuck, nobody ever screamed my name like that,” he moaned, head falling forward in the crook of her neck. “Not even in terror, they only call me a monster.” 

She only whimpered in reply, closing her eyes when she felt the first tentacle make its way inside her pussy, it wasn’t incredibly thick, but it filled her enough that she didn’t even want to think about the intrusion of another one. Not a single thought in her brain as pleasure buzzed in her veins, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to walk back to the tent, not now and probably not even in the morning, but it felt good. 

“You take me so well, little lamb,” he praised, eyes staring right where he was fucking into her with force. “Should I add another one? See how much of me you can truly take?” 

She nodded, “Please.” 

“Please?” He snickered, a thick tentacle raising in the air before it reached her clit, sucking to help her dilated more around him. “Thought it was too much just a few seconds ago.” 

She shook her head, tears spilling down her eyes like a fountain. “Need you, need more.” 

“As you wish,” he chuckled before pushing the other one inside. The stretch was inhuman, enough to make her come on the spot, body freezing at the mercy of the shocks of pleasure that were rushing in her. 

“Fuck, fuck,” she cried out when the feeling dimmed, looking down, watching the two blue, veiny tentacles make their way into her poor abused cunt. She could clearly see them through her tummy, and feel them too. She should’ve found it scarier but she could only think that it was hot and felt so good she feared no other human was going to make her feel like that ever again. 

“So tight, little lamb. Can’t believe you came all the way here to get fucked by me. Used and filled by a monster. Begging to get ruined.” 

“Nggh,” she replied in a broken whimper. “Just for you.” 

He smirked, leaning in, long tongue rolling out to lick a stripe of her tear. “Everything about you tastes so good. Maybe you should stay around,” he hummed. “I should keep you with me to keep me company, always ready to get fucked.” 

She nodded, eyes opening to meet his. 

“Want that? Want to be my little toy to fill and fuck anytime I like? Only used for my pleasure?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Haechan groaned, “You can take all my cum as proof you’re not crazy, there will be so much in and on you that you won’t forget about it. It’ll leak out of you for weeks.” 

“Mhh, please.” 

“Gonna give it all to you, my favourite girl, aren’t you?” She nodded, a dumb smile on her face as the nth orgasm rose again. “You know, fuck, thinking about it, you would look so pretty carrying our babies, don’t you think so?” 

She only mumbled in a reply, too dizzy to truly listen. 

“Yes, you would, all round like you are right now, fuck, look at you.” He had already fucked so much cum into her that her belly was bulging not only from the tentacles but also from that, so round that she looked pregnant already. 

“Fill me, give — give it to me,” she begged, voice coming out like a mess of broken cries and high-pitched moans. 

“If you want that so much, fuck,” he growled, head falling backwards, eyes closed as pleasure overtook him. 

When he came inside of her it lasted longer, and this time more tentacles spilled cum everywhere, completely coating her body with the white, sticky substance. But she had no strength to squirm away or complain because the orgasm washing over her almost knocked her out completely. Vision white and ears buzzing while her back was arched, letting Haechan’s last pumps ride the high until it stopped. 

She didn’t hear or comprehend much of what happened next, she guessed he was still cursing and moaning while her holes still clenched around him, making it impossible to slip out. 

She soon passed out for a while and when her eyes opened, she was confused. She looked down and saw that she was clean but her hair was wet, still, she wasn’t cold, the warm light of the fire heating her up. When she looked up she saw that Haechan was still there, sitting close to her and playing with some wood, the red and orange lighting up his handsome features. 

“You can light a fire?” 

“Apparently, I can,” Haechan replied with a small smile on her face. 

“Tried to drown me?” She chuckled, regretting it when she felt all her muscles hurt. 

“Tried to clean you but I think you will leak my cum for weeks,” he commented. “I’m sorry, I even promised I would pull out but… you felt too good.” 

She laughed, “No worries, men do it all the time. And I’m on the pill, so no, I don’t think we’ll get a baby monster in nine months.” 

“I don’t know what the pill is but I put my trust in it.”

“Yeah, we all do.” 

Some silence passed before the monster broke it, gathering some courage to keep a conversation going. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Tired, and cold,” she giggled, rubbing her hands on the skin of her arms, and shifting closer to the only warm source. 

“I don’t have clothes, I could only lay you on that blanket because somebody dropped it in the bushes.” 

“One of my friends,” she rolled her eyes, suddenly reminded of them again. She hoped they didn’t run back to look for her, honestly. 

“It will be weird to explain,” Haechan whispered with a small chuckle on his lips.  

She shrugged. “Are my clothes ripped that badly?” 

He picked them up, they were torn in two with no hope of even putting an idea of clothes together. “I can’t control my strength.” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll try to find the strength to walk back to the tent and pretend nothing happened,” she said, rubbing her hands together, feeling that her limbs were freezing now that she didn’t have his body radiating so much heat, and moving even closer to the fire, trying to don’t pay attention to the discomfort. 

“Was it like you imagined?” Haechan finally dared to ask, shyly meeting her eyes, terrified of the answer. He was so good at screwing up, he didn’t even want to think about the few times he tried to get close to a human.

“Better,” she said, smiling when he looked down to hide the happy smile that was curling his lips too. “You’re so weird for being a monster.” 

“I’m just… not used to people like you,” he confessed, lifting his gaze. 

“Horny as fuck?” 

“Dumbass, I didn’t mean that,” he rolled his eyes. 

She laughed, shaking her head, looking up at the sky and thinking that it was so late and the walk back to their small camp was longer than ever in her condition. “Well, I better get going. As fun as it was, you also wrecked me and I think it will take some time to go back to the tent.” She stood up slowly, squirming in discomfort, forcing her muscles to do things they had no intention of doing. 

“Wait, will you come back?” 

Her lips curled into a teasing smile that then shifted into a tender one. “You want me to?” 

Haechan hesitated, what was the point of lying? “Yes. I still want to strangle you sometimes but I like you.” 

“Let’s do this, since this,” she pointed to her body, “is your fault and you still didn’t answer my questions. You’ll carry me back to my camp, we’ll chat about you, and then, we can even come up with a meeting plan.” 

“A plan? It sounds serious,” he joked but he was already standing up to reach her.  

“Isn’t it? Was I truly just a toy for you?” She winked, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her body. 

Haechan rolled his eyes, two tentacles slipping out of his back to lift her up in bridal style after he blew off the fire. 

“It may all depend on the questions you’ll ask me. And I’d like to remind you that I can always kill you.” 

She smiled, leaving a peck on his cheeks that made him pull away as he started to step into the forest, tentacles retracing, except the ones holding her up, his body heating up to don’t make her freeze. 

“You won’t. We have some things to discuss and I think it could take a while, maybe when I’m not covered in your cum and in a nicer place.” 

Haechan laughed, looking at her face, the usual teasing smirk barely curling her lips, and her eyes still looking at him with the same shine even if he could clearly tell that she was tired and was barely holding up. It would’ve been a miracle if she didn’t fall asleep in his hold on the way back. 

“You are so weird. Are all humans like this?” 

She smiled, snuggling closer to his chest, feeling his heart beating in his chest, “Only the best.” 

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Love you writing and your sooo pretty like holly crap (god really do be picking favorites) ANYWAYS. Can you do a request with a reader that is super grumpy and clingy in the mornings please. Do it with what ever character you want I dont have a preference. Love you bby😘😘

Nishinoya Yuu x Needy & Grumpy S/O In The Morning 🤣

(slight NSFW)

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A/N: Awwwwww merci cherie, je taime aussi 💛 Whichever characters I want ahhh okieeee I did Noya here and I’ll probably do a part two with Toshi and a fluffy one with Hinata after I finish my reqs! Lmk if you’re feeling it!

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Noya:

At 8am, your bf woke up to a call from his best friend yelling at him to get his ass up

Noya told him to fuck off because his alarm was going to wake him up anyway, and Tanaka said ‘good’ and hung up

begrudgingly, Noya got up in your apartment while you were still asleep and dragged his feet into the attached bathroom to your bedroom to get ready and shower

Once his brain caught up with his actions he raced out of the bathroom to return to the bed just to kiss your sleeping figure on the cheek and lift the covers up a bit like he always does🥺

He took an extra second to stare at your beautiful sleeping face and he just did the sign of the cross and pointed to God because it is only by his grace that you shared a bed with him last night

Nishi turned on the shower in your en suite, leaving the door open because you said you love the way his body wash smells

A few minutes later, you woke up to the scent you love. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling upset and very needy (in more ways than one) this morning for absolutely no reason

All you knew was that you wanted your new bf of 2 weeks to make you feel better like he always does.

Not understanding why he’s up so early when he literally never wakes up before 1, you check your phone to check the date.

No! You smacked your bed sheets in dramatic anguish. Today is the day Nishi promised to meet Tanaka and Ennoshita all day to plan Hisashi’s big surprise birthday party. They were travelling to some beach house 2 hours away to see how it looks. Great.

Good for those man-children, you thought

They can all bite me tbh, you thought

So Ennoshita and Tanaka really think that they can just take your man away from you when you woke up moody for no reason all so they can get him to help them do something that’s completely fair? HOW DARE THEY!

They better think again!!!

Because you needed your man today, period

Noya was your boyfriend and you could swear Tanaka thought he was his sometimes

Well not really but that’s what the grumpy side of your mind told you this morning

You hear the pipe turn off and you hear your boyfriend get out of the shower and move around, doing God knows what in there but whatever it is he’s taking too long 😠

Sitting up on your butt in the darkness you looked around the dark room and then crossed your arms like a baby.

You yelled your boyfriends name.

Noya stumbled out the open bathroom door with his toothbrush and foam still in his mouth and his hair down.

“Ya, babe?”

He only had a towel wrapped around his wet torso and you liked it.

you glared at him for no reason.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere today.” You sneered.

He smirked because you looked so freaking cute. “Love, I told you already that I promised the guys that I would—“

“Let’s have sex instead, Noya. All day.” You stated: matter of fact.

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raised so high they disappeared under his bangs. You’d only made love a handful of times and every time he wanted to go again you were dead asleep then one of you had to go, so hearing you say this was a lot for him to handle where ‘holding himself back’ was concerned.

Noya went back inside the bathroom and quickly finished brushing his teeth so you couldn’t see him from where you sat on the bed. In between spit and rinse he called out to you, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. You’re not being fair saying something like that since you know the guys will kill me.”

Noya had already mentally fought down his morning wood today and the idea of having sex with you all day instead of being with his friends was like, all he ever wanted to do forever. Not that he didn’t love his friends—actually, he adored them and frankly spoiled them with his attention.... but the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, gripping walls????? There was no debate about it: it was the best feeling in the world.

Just then and as if he had implanted a microchip in his brain, Noya’s phone lit up with a second FaceTime call from his best friend Ryu. Noya dried his hand and swiped left to answer.

He immediately put his index finger to his lips as to say ‘be quiet’ because you were outside this bathroom.

Noya turned down the volume to a level only he could hear anyway, knowing how loud his friend was.

On the screen was Ryu and Ennoshita in the apartment the 3 boys shared. Ryu obviously propped the phone up on the wall so that Noya could see the two boys also brushing their teeth in their his & his bathroom.

As expected, Ryu yelled but it came out quietly through Yuu’s low volume, “NOYA, DO NOT LET Y/N SEDUCE YOU INTO STAYING. ONE HOT BABE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL, MAN. AND I KNOW THAT BI—I MEAN THAT CHICK WILL TRY IT.”

Ennoshita was calm as usual, standing beside Tanaka. He asked him to rinse before he got toothpaste everywhere. “YN is pretty important too, Tanaka. That’s Noya’s new and first girlfriend, remember?” Ennoshita rolled his eyes as Tanaka spun in the air in exasperation.

“ENNOSHITA WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON DUUUDE ?!” Tanaka looked back at the camera. “Tell him, Noya. Tell him cause he wasn’t there. He didn’t see that night when Y/N walked in the bar and had all the guys buying her drinks. She just asked Noya once if he knew where the bathroom was and 💥 BAM. Noya was following her around like a sick puppy.”

Noya deadpanned. “That’s not true—“

it was totally true

“YOU CAN SAY ITS NOT TRUE ALL YOU WANT NOYA BUT THE TRUTH STILL REMAINS: HOT GIRLS ARE SIMULATIONALOUSLY THE MOST POWERFUL AND EVIL CREATURES IN THE WORLD.”

Ennoshita looked at him like wtf.... “Simulationalously?” Chikara rolled his eyes again. “You mean simultaneously.”

“WHATEVER, ‘DAD!’ YOU WIN THE SPELLING BEE TODAY ?!”

Noya opened his mouth to finally say something, but before he could he heard you call him from the bed.

“Oh Noyaaaa.....?”

Nishinoya heard your lovely voice coo him sexily, knowing he would clue in on your sexual innuendo.

“Crap. SEE ENNOSHITA?! SHE’S STARTING! NOYA — DO NOT GO! NO SEDUCTION ZONE, BRO!”

“Noyaaaaa baby?”

You cooed again, this time more playfully seductive.

Noya followed the sweet sound of your voice like he was in a trance, going to the edge of the door only as a precaution so that he could hear you better but not see you.

“Y-yes babe?” He asked shakily.

“I need your help with something baby....mmmm.” 🥺

With his phone still in his hand, Noya shut his eyes. His chest moved up and down noticeably as his breathing increased.

“Well damn.” Ennoshita finally looked at the camera now with wide eyes. “Is that Y/N? She even sounds hot.”

Noya opened one eye and nodded at his father-like friend.

Tanaka whined, “She’s hot as fuck, to be honest. Which is why she’s so powerful. Hey, give me your phone I’ll show you her Instagram.” Explained Tanaka. Ennoshita did and Tanaka pulled it up in a second, handing the phone back to his roommate.

After a second of scrolling Noya heard an, “Oh my God...” as Chikara ran a hand through his hair.

Tanaka nodded. “Yep! And that is exactly why we need to get our boy out of there safely before she engulfs him and turns him into her own personal robot! Before she realizes that she has him wrapped around her pretty little finger!” Tanaka pointed to Noya through the camera. “We have a party to plan, NOYA! I made an appointment with the venue and everything!”

Noya straightened his shoulders, agreeing completely with what his best friend was warning him of. “Right.” He finally whispered, determined now. “I double pinky swore that I’d be there.” Nishi nodded.

“Right! Exactly! That’s my Noya, my best buddy!”

“Noyaaaa.....I really need your help....”

Your slight moan that followed your call made Noya bite the knuckle of his index finger immediately to keep himself from running over to you because of how alluring your voice was.

On the phone, Tanaka spoke up: “Don’t go out there, man......”

Noya thought of something scary. “But Tanaka, my clothes are out there!”

Tanaka shook his head. “Who cares??! I’ll buy you new clothes. Just go downstairs and we will pick you up. Don’t look back just run. Just run—“

The three boys were silenced when they heard a loud moan coming from the bed. It was your moan that you raised your voice for, in hopes of that reaction precisely.

Noya couldn’t help himself anymore, he slowly peaked out from behind the bathroom door to see what you were doing.

And what you were doing should be downright illegal, as far as Noya or Tanaka were concerned.

What Noya saw was you laying on your bed, the sheets only up to your hip bones. You were only wearing a purple bra that had the straps falling off your gorgeous shoulders. Your eyes were closed as you were biting your lower lip. As much as Noya wanted to keep staring at your to-die-for rack and beautiful face, Noya’s eyes were glued to a movement however, which was you moving your hand in a steady rhythm under the sheets. Your hand was between your legs of course and you had a look of ecstasy on your face. Even though your lower half was completely covered by the sheets, it didn’t take a genius to know what you were doing.

The now-older second years on FaceTime couldn’t see anything from where Nishi held his phone but they sure could guess what was happening in that room from the look on Noya’s face!

“Mmmmmm.....yes.....”

After a minute of peeping, when Noya looked back at his phone screen all he could see was a closeup of Tanaka and Ennoshita’s ears because they clearly were desperate to hear more of his girlfriend’s antics. Your bf turned back to look at you when your voice mounted again.

“Oh Noya, I want it harder, baby, harder...”

Noya couldn’t feel his limbs. You made him so horny he was numb.

“This feels almost as good as the real thing, baby, but it’s not nearly enough......”

Noya screamed internally, feeling like he was at a crossroads. A crossroad where one side’s sign said ‘FRIENDS’ and the other sign said ‘REALLY? WE’RE PRETENDING YOU AINT COMIN’ THIS WAY? 😑’

As Noya stood at the metaphorical crossroads, you kept it up.

“Yes, Noya, I want the real thing.... I want it over and over again today.....As long as it’s the real—“

You broke your speech to moan.

“—As long as it’s the real thing, Noya. I want the real thing..... Mmmmmm Senpai—“

“Fuck!” Shouted Tanaka on Facetime as he slammed his fist on the counter in anger. “She fucking got him!”

Noya looked down at his phone and he could see his best friend cradling his head in his hands in defeat. Tanaka looked at Noya once and he knew it was game over. Ryu shook his head. “Just go, Noya. The hot chicks of the world win again for today. I’ll uh....I can reschedule our venue appointment.”

Noya started involuntarily bouncing as he looked at his friend from inside the bathroom. “A-are you guys s-su-sure bec-because I-I think I can st-still run out and—“

Getting irritated, you shouted at your boyfriend. Not knowing that your mad voice was a turn on for him too.

“Noya-senpai, If you come now I’ll do that thing you like with my tong—“

“COMINGG!!!!” Noya yelled as he tossed his towel and phone to the opposite end of the bathroom in a hurry. Take a guess where he went.

With the towel now over their vision, Tanaka and Ennoshita looked to and from eachother in awe.

“Soooooo.....does Y/N have any friends that look like her or..?”

Tanaka flicked his roommate on the head. “Shut up. Come on, you’re buying me breakfast.”

Ennoshita grimaced. “Why me?!”

“Because I’m really upset, Chikara. Duh! And you’re practically mine and Noya’s father!”

Ennoshita rolled his eyes for what felt like the 20th time that morning. “Alright.” He sighed, before hanging up the FaceTime call.