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This Wasn't in the Itinerary

Both of you work so hard, it's only right that you be treated to a vacation.

Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Content; fluff, gender-neutral reader, drabble

Word Count; 850+

AN; This is for a mutual of mine who brain rotted and I wanted to write a version of it. I hope you enjoy it!

“A vacation? That I get paid for,” Ruggie gave Leona a semi-shocked look. What's he playing at here?

Leona rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you’ve pulled your weight and then some, so yeah, you’ve earned it. Already booked you a room too, so don’t even try gettin’ out of it.” He tossed a key at Ruggie, who clamoured trying to catch it.

Ruggie’s brows were pinched, but he looked at the key; it looked fancy, way too fancy. “How much was this?” Did I really earn this? “I can’t-”

“Too late, room’s booked. They also got some fancy schmancy breakfast options too,” Leona handed him a card that had all of the information about the resort, all in pretty cursive. "So yeah, you can accept it."

Dear Ruggie Bucchi, Escape the stress of your life and come to The Canopy, a resort focusing on rewinding and letting your hair loose. Enjoy the fresh breakfast made by the best pastry chefs in the Sunset Savannah. Take a dip in one of the many pools on the grounds. Head out on a river cruise and look at the local wildlife. The Canopy is an all-inclusive resort, and we hope you enjoy your stay with us! Room Type & Number; Single bed with a minifridge, as well as a balcony with a hot tub. Room 183, East Wing.

This… this is real. “I-,” he took a deep breath and exhaled. “Thanks, Leona.”

“Don’t mention it,” Leona said nonchalantly He wouldn’t tell Ruggie, but he has been planning this vacation for him for weeks. “Just enjoy it. Ya earned it.”

. . .

When Ruggie arrived at his room there was already a small bag in the process of being put away, but it wasn't his. He double-checked the room number, yup, Room 183, East Wing. then why was there another bag in his room? But that scent smelled familiar-

“Ruggie?”

He turned around and saw you, standing in the doorway holding a brochure for some local shops. “Prefect?” He asked back, equally confused about the entire situation. “What are you doing here?”

You entered the room and went to your bags, looking over the card Professor Crewel left outside your doorstep. Or at least it said it was from the professor, but he hadn't said anything to you about it, but weren't complaining, you worked your butt off. Plus you didn't have to pay for any of this, so you weren't going to turn this down. “On a vacation. And you?”

“Same boat. Well, a forced one,” he also looked at your card. Room 183, East Wing. Had they double-booked the same room by accident? “Wanna talk to the front desk?”

You both looked at the bed; it looked nice, fluffy, and like it was made from the softest clouds. But it was a single, just big enough to hold one person. There was no way it could hold more without the two of you being crammed together. Ruggie could feel his ears heat up at even the idea of being in such cramped quarters with you.

You sighed and grabbed your bag, mentally preparing to talk to customer service. "Not really, but sure, why not?"

. . .

You both returned from the front desk to your room. Your shared room. And there were no other rooms available. Both you and Ruggie were stuck with each other, as the shuttle bus back to Night Raven College didn’t come back until tomorrow at noon at the earliest. So you would be stuck here for the night, sharing a single bed, together. But there were worse ways to spend your vacation, plus you like Ruggie.

“If you want I can take the floor, I don’t mind,” he offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You placed a hand on his forearm, stopping him. “No, it’s okay,” you gave him a soft smile, “I don’t mind.” 

You got into bed a squished yourself to the edge so Ruggie could have the other half. Once he got comfy he looked up and then quickly looked away, and so did you. It was a tight squeeze, but like hell were you going to make him sleep on the floor. 

Huh, did he always have flecks of silver in his eyes? You shook your head, trying to shoo those thoughts away. When you looked back up though, Ruggie was already asleep, lightly snoring. Has he always been this pretty?

He shuffled over to you, slinging an arm across you. “Mmm, don’t leave,” he mumbled.

You stiffened but then relaxed, sighing. You carded your fingers through his hair and looked at him softly. “I won’t.” You sat there for a little bit before you too fell asleep, hiding your face next to his heart. A steady thump thump thump luring you deeper and deeper into a calm dream. 

. . .

“You did that on purpose didn’t you,” Jack asked, looking up at Leona.

Leona shrugged, “Eh, they don’t need to know that.”

Professor Crewel was not the one to gift you an all-expenses paid holiday, it was Leona. He had grown tired of the two of you not admitting anything and it was driving him up the wall, so he decided to speed things up. Hopefully, his plan turned out… the both of you deserved good things.

❥ watching edits of your s/o is so motivating liKE OGMIDSU THATS MY MAN WOWOWOWWOWOW HES SO 😋😋

Something would've been purring... theres no cat in that cabin.

you know what if i held a knife to natalie's throat and she turned to me and said "you have to look me in the eye" with that little sad stubborn look on her face i would probably just stab myself immediately

Just Say It Already

Summary: fem!reader x Gojo // Satoru is an ass, but he's your ass. He just loves getting under your skin - especially with the way he's been calling you his girlfriend for years. But guess what? You're so in denial about it. Warning: 18+, NSFW, smut, flirty, the Gojo rizz, so much sexual tension going on but I live for that, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, swearing, it's complicated, slow burn, mutual pining Note: Oh my god. I told myself to stop writing for more fandoms, but look what happened. Foaming at the mouth for my insane love of this man. Some minor spoilers if not caught up to season 2?

✦ Word count is 7k. Thanks for bearing with me and reading! I just really love long stuff! ✦

Quietly, you spoke to Nanami as you recapped the details of your last mission with him and training Itadori. Nanami nodded here and there, looking focused, listening attentively and appearing as cool as ever. As you two conversed, you both didn't even realize a certain someone passing by on his way out of the meeting room. A small hum left Gojo's lips, and he paused at the doorway. As if to get a better view, his hand pulled the blindfold upward from his face to reveal a singular blue eye whilst adorning a smirk so wicked that it only meant one thing: Gojo was up to no good.

"Trying to steal my girlfriend away from me, hm?"

And the conversation instantly ended. Nanami hissed through his teeth. You twitched in anger, an apparent frown pulling your lips downward. In synch, you both turned to the white-haired man with the cheshire grin as he cocked his head to the side. That sapphire eye fluttered to meet your gaze. Another moment, and Gojo returned the blindfold to where it once was before resting his hands in his pockets. It was painfully obvious he was savoring this.

"Satoru! How many times do I gotta say it!? I'm not your girlfriend!"

You whipped around to face him, taking an index finger and poking him repeatedly in the chest. He only laughed in response. You whined and sped up the poking at his cheerful display, trying to hide your obvious chagrin somehow with this. You fought and fought so hard to stop the growing heat to your face, but your fluster was so evident to Gojo himself that you knew he would just tease you more.

As if he didn't do it enough already!

It was so difficult to try and not be flustered, but ugh. Gojo was so good at unraveling you at the seams no matter how many times you were accustomed to this… wooing, one guessed it could be called.

"Not my girlfriend yet!" he purred, cocky as ever. He grabbed your hand to rest on his chest, and you fumed even further when he took a step forward. When he loomed over you like that, it was so easy to forget how freaking tall he was. He seemed so big no matter what height you were. You immediately pulled your hand from his.

"Not your girlfriend ever! Stop saying that! People will get the wrong idea!"

"Oh, but I want them to get the wrong idea."

The blindfold was slid upward on his forehead again, held there by a thumb, just to make sure his sultry expression was visible. He peered at you with heavily lidded eyes and a smirk so coy that it -

Well, it just -

It just made your heart race. Made you melt. Made your mind spiral.

Once more, the rising heat against your cheeks blossomed anew.

Gojo had been doing this shit since the dawn of time. Ever since long ago, way back into your youth. You were students at the time, and you had been flirting with another student from the Kyoto school during the exchange event. Like a typical silly high schooler, you just wanted to go on a date. All of a sudden, Gojo came flying in and kicked the guy square in the face - knocking him out cold on the spot. When you frantically screamed out of confusion, Gojo responded with a cheeky smile.

"What? This guy's trash."

Another pause and he leered at the unconscious highschooler with a sort of dark gaze.

"Lay off my girlfriend."

Ever since then, your sweet Gojo interrupted your love life - continuing these daring exploits well into adulthood. It seemed he lived for the sole sake of pushing your buttons. Pushing your buttons and making sure you were miserable.

And single.

Forever.

One time, you both were walking together to a work meeting across campus - now that you both were teachers. You were engaged in a very flirty phone call with a boyfriend. Gojo swiped the phone from your hand, earning him a gasp. Answering a phone call with Gojo right next to you was a big mistake, and you clearly should have known better. You pathetically hopped next to his tall, lean frame to try grabbing the phone (as he stretched out one arm to comically hold you back).

"Oh, hey - yeah. Look, we are very busy right now," Gojo would emphasize provactively, "so don't call back." As Gojo pulled the phone from his ear, you heard screaming from the other end before Gojo promptly hung up. That's when you knew you had another ex.

There was even a time when Gojo had invited himself over (unannounced as usual) while you ran around your apartment wrapped in a towel to get ready for a date. It was with a shy guy you had been out with a handful of times. But when said date finally showed up to the door? Gojo answered it with a frown. Oh, your date was shocked to say the least: trembling, scared, a fumbling mess as he clutched a bouquet of flowers to his chest. His jaw dropped upon seeing Gojo - a way more attractive, beautiful, model-like man who for some reason was there. Gojo took only one look at the guy, just one look and -

"Oh, god, no."

And slammed the door right in his poor face. Gojo turned toward you, smirking as always, as your jaw dropped in turn. He gave you a deliciously teasing smirk. You couldn't believe Gojo would be so daring! You went to the bathroom for one second, and this happened? That guy you were seeing wasn't actually bad (well, maybe he was kind of a square, didn't like anything you did, a bad kisser… but still).

Why? Why? Why was Gojo doing this!? He made you so freaking mad!

Satoru Gojo was so arrogant, so infuriating, so unbearable! Not to mention, he was so…

So…

He was so…

So damn hot.

Fuck.

Let's face it - the man was walking sex.

Whatever spell Gojo put you under, you hoped it would last an eternity. Because loving him was so natural. Sure you got mad at him, but maybe - just maybe the way he wanted you all to himself was kind of attractive. Just a little. When he walked in the room, butterflies took flight in your stomach. When he smiled at you, you restrained from grabbing his face to smooch those glossy lips. The way he put his hand so casually on your knee while talking during a meeting would send you over the edge.

No one ever looked at you like Gojo did. No one ever made you feel like Gojo did. Man didn't even need to try and you were a hot mess.

And those guys mentioned before? They were trash, just like Gojo said. There were lots of failed relationships. Because one cheated on you, one stood you up, one borrowed your car and crashed it - and yet you kept dating losers? Now somehow Gojo was able to tell who would hurt you from the beginning. So he put up these ridiculous defenses to protect you.

Speaking of ridiculous, it even reminded you of how you broke up with someone once. They complained that you spent too much time with Gojo and needed to stop being his friend. Nothing had ever made you angrier than that. No way would you ever push Satoru Gojo out of your life.

Despite the failed relationships, there were some good times, but only because of Gojo. One time, Gojo appeared at your door with snacks and a movie. Upon seeing your puffy, red eyes fresh from crying after being dumped - Gojo immediately dropped everything and was off to kick the guy's ass.

Satoru Gojo really, truly cared about you. Even if people thought he cared about nothing but himself - well, they were just stupid. They didn't understand how loneliness accompanied great strength. Nobody understood him like you did.

There was nothing wrong with Gojo. You didn't hate him, and he certainly knew that too. Because the two of you knew each other for forever, and you were quite smitten. Quite comfortable in snuggling on the couch after a bad break up, quite comfortable with his head on your lap and talking into the early hours of the morning. Never kissed, never groped, never pushed any boundaries… and yet you ran back to him as if he were always your lover. And he to you, through all his casual dates as well. Dates that always made you seethe with jealousy.

Gojo was close to your heart, but he definitely got on your nerves! He was conceited, a jokester, always did whatever he wanted - but this flirting game was so confusing. With the way Gojo acted, it was just… was he serious about liking you like that or was he really just poking fun at you after all these years? And that's what drove you mad the most.

Or maybe what drove you mad the most was the way you kept trying to push him away. Maybe you were pretending to be mad at Gojo about all of this girlfriend nonsense, to find something that could be your excuse to not date him. Because you feared losing him in this mad jujutsu world, just like how you lost your friends Haibara and Geto long ago. Everything was so difficult even though your heart swelled at the way Gojo seemed to want you so much. What if you got in a relationship with Gojo and it ended badly? Heartbreak from Gojo would be awful, but heartbreak from others? That was easy. Why were you in these awful relationships and never putting effort into them?

Whatever the reason was, it was all so stupid. It was obvious you were acting absurd. But if Gojo could just be more clear instead of leaving you to writhe in whatever frustrated state this was - yes, that would be great. Or maybe if you could stop acting this way, this nonsensical way, that would also be great.

"You know I'm just talking work business with Nanami. No one's stealing me from you."

You scoffed and crossed your arms, cheeks still hot, as you turned away from the tall man. Hopefully, the sarcasm got across. Nanami was long gone by now since he was always annoyed by Gojo's persistent little attempts to drive you wild. A chuckle and Gojo stepped forward to press his chest into your back, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as his lips lowered to it.

"Aw, come on, baby. You know I'm the jealous type."

After a pause, he blew a puff of air into your ear rather hotly. You jumped out of your skin and squealed. Goosebumps erupted on your neck, and you clutched your chest as Gojo grinned widely. Damn him for being such a tease. After a moment of gaining composure (and catching your breath), you smirked impishly.

Because you were so bad. You stroked his ego only further than he did to himself. In fact, anyone could clearly see you egged each other on way too much. Many times, people had called you both out on it - insisted you two just needed to get a room already.

"Why, Satoru!" you batted your lashes dramatically, resting the back of your hand to your forehead, "No man could ever sweep me off my feet when I have you - the strongest. No one could ever compare. They should be jealous of you."

A pause. Gojo smiled as he pulled back in an amused manner.

"See? This is why we're perfect for each other. You get me."

Know what else could never compare? The audacity. The audacity this man had was second to none.

You snorted out a laugh, "Please! No need to feel so threatened."

"Oh, I assure you I'm not. Dumbasses who think they actually have a chance with you?" he paused to chuckle, "Just putting them in their place. No one's good enough for you. Only the best."

As you reached for your coat resting on a chair, you stopped. Quickly, you turned to Gojo to try reading his expression, but the blindfold was back to covering his eyes. His plump lips were upturned into an innocent, closed-mouth smile - a genuine smile over one of those carefree smirks. He leaned against the wall, hands in pockets again, waiting patiently.

Only the best.

A fiery heat fluttered over your cheeks. Huh, well he certainly believed he was the best, so was he referring to himself when he said you deserved the best? He took your breath away. He was sweet when it mattered most. He was arrogant but had a heart. Despite others overlooking this, only seeing Gojo as one thing - the strongest - you knew otherwise. For many years, you always thought you weren't perfect enough to be with the strongest. You worried about living in Gojo's shadow, of unwarranted expectations from others, of him judging you for not being like him… but those feelings were silly. Even though they still fizzled in the back of your brain. Moreover, Gojo never did think less of you. So after another moment of reflection, you mirrored his soft smile.

"Do you really mean that?"

"I don't lie to you."

A small chuckle.

"Satoru, you… you're so sweet, you know that?"

"I know! The sweetest, right? Quality boyfriend material!"

His pink cheeks and goofy grin were adorable, his hands splayed out into the air in emphasis of his quality. In a failed attempt to look mad, you stifled a laugh. Gojo got you once again with his bravado. He was amazing. The way his tone brightened up and became chipper. The way he was so serious one minute and so silly the next.

For a split second, you wondered why your mouth just moved on its own.

You placed your hands on your hips as you gave him a lidded gaze, "Careful, Satoru! I just might fall for you."

Gojo sang back, "That's the plan!"

No hesitation whatsoever. Too bad he didn't know you fell years ago. Unless if he did know then you were just his plaything again, but you were more than happy to be his personal toy. More than happy to be used and teased by Satoru Gojo. Whatever he wanted. Why keep doing this to yourself though? Ignoring the rising anxiety, you draped your coat over your arm and turned to him.

"You know what would make me fall even more? Being spoiled. Let's go grab a drink, yeah? You pay this time!"

A grin as you walked up to the man, slinging an arm around his waist.

"Whaaat? Come on!"

He said facetiously, also with a smile, only to rest a lean arm around your shoulders as you laughed. And so began another trip to the bar between a couple of old friends after a terribly boring work meeting. More like a couple of fools, cackling down the sidewalk, arms around each other - acting as if they were already drunk. A couple of fools, sitting on an empty train car as the sun set - your arms wrapped possesively around Gojo's and your head leaning against his shoulder. Faces so close you could feel each other's breaths between all the jokes, the snickers, the whispers, the attempts at flirting but you shooting him down. A couple of fools, you whining when Gojo's mouth pressed close to the sensitive skin at your neck, nearly nipping you. A couple of fools, with you smacking his hand away when it rose too comfortably inward on your thigh.

A couple of fools indeed.

Since it was a weekday, the bar was pretty empty. The lights were low, and Gojo grabbed his drink only to cause the ice to clink gently when raised to his mouth. He took a sip, then set it down. He was never really a drinker, but once in a while he indulged. His crystal blue eyes darted over to meet your gaze. You rested your head in your hand and released a heavenly sigh.

He looked damn good. White collared shirt with the first few buttons undone, part of his collar bone peeking out, dark sunglasses perched so prettily atop his nose. His niveous hair flowed and framed his perfect face like a work of art.

He really was so gorgeous. Beauty so effortless.

His gaze turned lusty as he noticed you staring.

"Like what you see?"

Lay off my girlfriend.

Gojo's lips curled into a delicious smirk at the memory of the first time he called you his precious girlfriend. Honestly, he just did it out of boredom and wanted to see how angry you would get. Oh, and he was right about one thing.

It was so funny.

So he kept it up. Even when you went to college and took a hiatus from jujutsu. Even when he hung out with you between classes. Even when you came back. When you stood in your new teaching uniform at the gate to the school grounds, Gojo called out.

"Oh, did you miss me that much that you came crawling back? Well, I forgive you because… you're my girl. My one and only."

The wind blew, and you turned to him with the most astonished expression ever. The way he said that… he spoke so lovingly. Gojo tilted his head. How could you look so speechless when he had been calling you his for years? Amazing. A pause, and a tender look in your misty eyes formed. A tiny smile appeared, but you bit your lip to stop it from growing. Gojo's breath caught in his chest. He had never seen that look before. He thought you were going to get mad for certain.

"Come on, you big baby. We talk all the time! But if you must know, I did miss working with you… my Satoru. You never change."

A moment more, and Gojo realized -

Damn.

My Satoru.

He could have been brought to his knees. The way you looked melted his heart. The way your lips were glossed and eyes shined. The new hairstyle. The way your body formed new curvatures that were pleasing to his eyes. The way your face matured with the smallest of wrinkles now slightly forming as you began to approach your thirties. He knew it must have been from crinkling your face while laughing at his jokes all these years. He had never seen anything so sexy.

He did take a risk by calling you something different today, and he was so glad. Girlfriend never sounded crazy to him. It was the only thing he could say without freaking you out too much - to let you know how he felt. There was a problem though. It sounded so informal.

He wanted more than that.

Gojo always liked you. It was always more than a little crush. If you had asked, he would have told you how he felt without hesitation… but it never happened. Would you be all right with loving the strongest? Would that lead to high expectations of him being the perfect boyfriend? Huh. Gojo didn't give it much thought. Not that he was worried. Why was everything so hard? It didn't have to be, but you were both acting like children. Just because Satoru Gojo was the strongest did not mean he had everything. He did not have you. One of his best friends. The one that stayed.

He didn't mind waiting for you.

The look you gave him was so loving. And the way your eyes softened at him? Ugh, he couldn't take it. You never gave that look to anybody but Gojo. Nobody ever smiled at him like you did. Nobody ever wrapped their arms around him like you did. The way your mood brightened up when he walked in the room always sent him over the edge.

God, if only.

If only he could show you how much he loved you. If only you could scrunch up that pretty face while lying underneath him. Moaning with pleasure, eyes rolling back, crying out -

"Satoru!"

You whined, slapping your hands on the bar top. A chorus of glass shaking caused Gojo to blink and turn back to you, a slight blush on his face.

That was enough to snap you both out of lechorous daydreams. It was clear as day Gojo caught your dreamy gaze since you were so stupidly swirling the straw in your drink while biting your bottom lip a second ago. Gojo hummed playfully, his brows furrowing inward as he looked around for a second.

He raised his arm in the air to call the bartender, exclaiming that his girlfriend needed another drink to which you slapped his hand down. Oh, how he loved to embarass you as punishment. The moment you walked in that bar, Gojo went off. Really loudly, he drawled out the most shameful things. Oh, how sexy his girlfriend looked today. Oh, how thirsty his girlfriend was, and oh, how good of a boyfriend he was for taking his sweet girlfriend out.

He asked if you wanted another drink. You shook your head, murmuring that you were done for the day - just off to use the restroom before leaving. As usual, you insisted he could go on home without you, but he never took up the offer. Never wanted to go unless you were leaving with him. Now that you thought about it, that sounded very implicative. So with a wave of your hand to brush off your fluster, you told Gojo you'd be back in a minute.

Apparently, a lot can happen in one minute.

Because when you returned, some chick was seated next to Gojo. She had an obnoxious laugh, an incredibly ugly outfit, and Gojo looked utterly bored as he stared straight ahead at the wall of liquor behind the bar.

Your brows furrowed in disgust. She was trying to flirt, to get his number, or something. More importantly, this bitch needed to know that Gojo was here with you. This was when you hoped (oh god, for once you were admitting it) he would just simply state that he had… a girlfriend. Gojo never got the chance because you never left room for one. In a fit of rage, your body just moved on its own and flew over there. Gojo and the woman both looked up at you once your hand slammed on the bar.

"Get your hands off my -"

But you froze.

Your what?

"My…"

Your voice trembled. The expression in Gojo's eyes was so clearly readable when a smirk curled upon his lips. Because he sure as hell knew what was happening. You could practically read his mercilessly toying thoughts.

Hm? Just say it already.

That's exactly what he would say outloud! If he wanted. And he could, but alas he loved to torture you more. You could already imagine his velvety voice coming from those pretty, pretty lips of his.

You know you want to.

"My…"

Stop lying to yourself.

"My boyfriend!"

Gojo's mouth went into the surprised shape of an o, then a toothy grin. The woman's eyes widened in bewilderment. Immediately, she threw her hands up and backed away slowly. The expression on your face was indescribable. You glared as if she were a dumbstruck animal that just accidentally walked right into a wolf's den (with you being the wolf of course). You lividly watched her, making sure her ass scooted so far out of the bar that she was completely out of sight.

As soon as that woman was gone, you let out a sigh and your body relaxed. Fists unballed from your sides, and feeling those gorgeous blue eyes boring into your soul, you froze. Gojo was still there. So nervously, you blinked at him with a forced smile, but no amount of explanation could make this normal. No amount of excuses could get him to think otherwise. Especially from a tease like him who just heard the greatest slip-up of all time that revealed everything he wanted to hear but already knew deep down in his heart.

Gojo's sapphire eyes slowly drooped at you, the dark sunglasses slipping from his nose. The look he gave was absolutely sexy. He blinked once before his lips turned into a raunchy smirk.

"Your boyfriend, huh?"

That look, that dangerous yet lustful look in his eyes made your heart race. No matter what signals your brain fired to your body, you could not move. The first thought was: oh no, was this a mistake? The second was waiting for an onslaught of merciless jokes and teasing. But the latter never appeared. Carefully, you watched Gojo move smoothly as he took his chin from his hand, uncrossed his legs, and stood up.

"You wanna get outta here?"

He leaned his forehead to touch yours as his voice lowered to a whisper. It took every single ounce of willpower to stop yourself from pouncing him, from melting into a gooey, lovesick puddle on the floor. Gojo's breath fanned across your lips, and you whimpered at the sensation. Cheeks burning hot, you clutched your hands to your chest as Gojo chuckled before licking his lips. Eyes glued to his beautiful blue orbs. Your voice was barely a squeak, barely a whisper.

"Yes. Yes, I do. So badly."

With a hum, he just simply grabbed his coat.

"Turn around."

Gojo mused, and the smirk never left his face. On command, you immediately turned on your heel. Gojo gently draped his large coat over your shoulders. With his other free arm, he just gabbed your purse and coat to fold it over his arm. For some reason, your face was on fire at the gesture. Your mind was reeling.

"Then let's go, sweetheart. Can't keep you waiting any longer now, can I?"

An arm slung around your shoulders, Gojo's head tipped high into the air proudly as he led you out of the bar.

It was only an instant.

A blink of your eyes, and suddenly you were both in your apartment living room. Knowing Gojo as long as you have, teleportation antics were quite normal to deal with by now.

A pause.

You and Gojo just stared at each other. It was obvious your face was heated in a fluster, and cutely enough, there was a pink hue to his cheeks. Neither of you moved for a few seconds. Neither of you bothered to turn on the lights. His pale face was illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the windows. Then Gojo moved. He dropped your things to the floor and when his knuckles brushed against your jaw, thumb tucked under your chin as he leaned in -

It was over.

Your eyes fluttered shut, heartbeat thundered, lips parted as you let out a breathless sigh. Eagerly, you tipped your head upward to meet him.

Satoru Gojo's mouth touched yours.

The softest, most gentle kiss you had ever received. His lips were soft, plump - everything you imagined and more. They were warm. They were angelic. It was enough to make you question whether you were in heaven right now. A simple, soft kiss that lasted for a few seconds, and Gojo pulled away. When his lips released yours, he smirked because you had let out the tiniest moan.

With a slight nervous laugh, you both leaned in again to repeat that same soft kiss. This time, the white-haired seraph gently held your face in his hands, and you moved your arms so quickly to rest against his chest that the jacket slipped from your shoulders to join the rest of the belongings on the floor. Your lips moved slowly, smacking against his own once, twice, three times before he dipped his tongue past your lips - and you were losing it. If he said so, you would have dropped your panties then and there. When you pulled away for a breath, you both grinned sheepishly.

That low chuckle, that smirk upon his face when he brushed his thumbs over your cheeks. If only your mouth could make words, but he took your breath away.

"Took you long enough."

There it was. The comment you were bracing yourself for. When your throat tightened and you gripped at his shirt sleeves as he was about to turn away, Gojo stopped. He blinked in perplexion, about to ask why you clung to him, when his heart dropped. Your eyes watered and eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh my god… you're - you're crying. You're actually crying!" and Gojo settled his hands at your waist with the softest of touches.

Confusion was apparent in his blue eyes - you two had just shared a passionate kiss, and all of a sudden you were crying? Gojo was not one to panic, however, he really hoped this was not a terrible mistake and he had not hurt you in any way. When he led you to sit next to him on the couch, he did not ask any questions. He just waited. Waited until you were ready. There was a brief moment where Gojo had gracefully waltzed over to the bathroom, grabbed a tissue and handed it to you when he sat back down. Again, Satoru Gojo really was so sweet to you, and he placed a hand on your thigh.

"I'm just… so stupid!"

Oh.

He instantly knew what that was in reference to. Truth be told, he always knew how you felt about him, and you did too. He also knew you must have felt like an idiot for wasting all this time, for not just going after him earlier in life. To hell with all that. He couldn't care less.

"You're not stupid, babe."

"But I -"

A finger was pressed to your lips.

"Just shut up."

With a smile, he drew back his finger.

"Everything couldn't be more perfect."

With a hum, you tucked your chin down to stare at your hands folded in your lap. A tiny, gingerly smile graced your lips.

"Okay."

There was another pause as Gojo shuffled in his seat, bending downward to pick up all the dropped items on the floor. He placed them onto the coffee table with ease, then picked up his coat.

"I should go."

He firmly stood up and threw the coat over his shoulder. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. With that loving gaze you always gave, the one he was such a fan of, you watched as he proudly strode over to the door. He wanted to give you some more time - was not about to start putting on the moves when you seemed a little upset. Especially on a work night, no less. When his hand settled on the doorknob, he whipped his head to you and smiled so widely that his eyes clamped shut.

"I'll call you tomorrow?"

Oh, too cute. The way he said that implied he was going to anyway but wanted to check first. You let out a small laugh. Surely, he did not forget you would see each other first thing in the morning at work, right? Tomorrow was the last day before summer break, after all.

"Satoru, we're going to -"

"Don't ruin it, babe!"

Another confident grin from him caused you to giggle. With a roll of your eyes, you grinned back.

"Yes! You can call me!"

"Great. Today was wonderful, by the way. Good night then."

"Good night."

There was another pause. No way you could just let him leave after all that.

"Satoru?"

Gojo's ears pricked at your tone. He turned to you. You jumped up from your seat and twiddled your fingers, hoping it would distract you from them trembling.

"I - I… will you stay over for the night?"

A red hue dusted over Gojo's cheeks as he blinked in amazement. A second to register what had been asked as your eyes away from his. For the umpteenth time that evening, that delectable smirk graced Gojo's plump lips.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you down?"

It started innocently enough.

Gojo was used to this. He asked you to grab extra blankets and pillows as you usually did when he stayed over. He was prepared to sleep on the couch, but something was a little different in the way you stared at him then. You tucked your chin downward.

"No, no…"

And he paused.

"You… you can sleep in my room with me."

He froze again with a red hue so gorgeously plastered across his cheeks. There was a silence for some time, but another smirk from Gojo and he moved.

Gojo kicked his shoes off and leap-frogged over the couch to land next to you, grin and all. The impact caused you to bounce on the cushion, and in bashful fashion, you brought your hand to your mouth to stifle any giggles. When Gojo grabbed your thighs to pull your body closer, the giggles only increased as he peppered your face with kisses. Oh, it was supposed to be innocent. This relationship was still fresh. No need to rush, after all. Just throw on a movie and cuddle on the couch like you've done so much before. But then -

Gojo kissed your mouth.

So softly. So sweetly. So tenderly.

Then you kissed his.

With such ease, the white-haired man pulled you into his lap. His hands at your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle little circles. Your hands, holding his face as your lips pressed in perfect synch to each other. Those sweet, little kisses transformed into tonguing, and then that led to biting. Then it only became hotter when those kisses turned into sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and grunts and groans.

It didn't matter that a movie was never decided upon. In fact, why would you want to watch a movie when this was so much more fun? Hot and slow touches began to sneak under clothes, on areas of skin you didn't even know needed touches, areas that you could never fathom feeling so electric underneath his fingers.

"Oh my god… angel," Gojo breathed, "you keep up those pretty little noises, and I won't be able to control myself anymore."

"Then don't."

He pulled back for a second. Gently, you held his face in your hands while running your thumbs over his cheeks. He gave a cheesy smile.

"Ugh, will you marry me?"

A heat returned to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at his teasing. A second more, and he pulled you back to him - clutching his arms around your form, nearly knocking you on your back as his mouth immediately went to your neck for little nips and kisses to it. He was so strong, and he was just tickling you endlessly as you laughed uncontrollably.

"Ah! Sa… Satoru!" you laughed wildly, trying to push him away, "Satoru, please!"

"Satoru, please."

Body thrown against the mattress, lips feverishly mashing and molding against each other's, so many delicious moans and groans and hums inbetween them all, and what sweet music to your ears. A growl, one that sent shivers down your spine, and Gojo pulled away for a split second to snatch your collared shirt from your shoulder before firmly planting his lips to your skin, giving a quick bite. Oh, it would definitely leave a bruise as you clenched at the sheets below you in desperation for support, or some form of relief. But how cute because that bruise would only match the other marks adorning your chest.

Gojo's lips moved expertly along your collar bone and settled on your neck, leaving hot and wet kisses against your skin. A tingly yet ignited feeling that left you yearning for more as you whined, being pushed into the bed further. The sensation of his warm saliva on your neck, leaving wet stamps of his lips and soft traces of his tongue, reduced you to a mewling mess. One of your hands clutched against Gojo's chest to ball the fabric of his shirt, and with the other free hand, running it along the satisfying undercut of his hair before gripping his white locks.

"You're mine." he breathed against your skin, "Mine, mine, mine."

"Yes… ah - all yours!" you panted as you ran a hand through his hair again. A whimper escaped your lips when his tongue slid up your neck, "Always have been, always will."

Yes. It was always this way. Your feelings were limitless.

There was no doubt in your mind. Should not have ever tried to ignore your heart especially when it raced upon seeing him every single day. Why in the world did you date such losers when you could have had…

Satoru.

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru.

"Yeah, that's right, sweetheart."

Breath caught in your chest at his angelic beauty. And before you could gasp, his lips were back to your neck. They left such needy kisses, such sloppy, yummy kisses. His touch was leaving you drunk as your eyelids drooped heavily. Your will was breaking, practically bursting at the seams. Just thinking how badly you needed his mouth everywhere else. But you didn't have time to tell him when you turned your head further and released a moan that had the man chuckling lowly in your ear. The smirk on his face only grew when his hips bucked into yours, and you gasped while drawing your trembling arms around him in attempts to steady yourself.

"Goj - oh!"

"Ah, ah, ah - Satoru." he corrected, and your legs could have turned to jelly right there at his seductive tone. Your entire body could have melted into a puddle. He could have said the least sexiest thing in the world like that, and you could still fall for him.

"How long have you known me? You gettin' shy on me?"

A whine left your lips when you realized you said his last name. You just couldn't think straight. One thing was obvious though. It was obvious from the start that Satoru Gojo was in charge especially with how sugary he spoke. Such a sweet tone. Such honey-kissed, nectar-like, addicting words that dripped from his lips just like you were dripping wet with arousal. Heart pounding, core throbbing.

"It's cute."

Gojo was here and all yours. You couldn't believe it. Especially when you opened your eyes to take in this irresistible scene. Gojo, sunglasses thrown off somewhere to reveal those sapphire eyes, with his white shirt unbuttoned to show off his toned chest heaving to catch his breath. His pants looked a little too tight, hardly hiding his hard-on beneath them. He hovered over you, hands on either side of your poor, dizzy, flushed head. Those sky blue eyes roamed over your nearly naked form - which was barely covered by undergarments, with one bra strap already straying from a shoulder.

"N-no, I'm not being shy."

"Look at you. You're just a mess right now, sweetheart." he grinned, lowering his mouth to breathe against your ear, "Haven't even done anything yet."

A brush of his fingers against the wet, clothed spot between your thighs made your hands clutch his chest on command. They glided up to rest on his shoulders, effortlessly slipping beneath the fabric to slide the shirt from his beautiful, marble-like form. For a second, he stood on his knees to finish slipping the shirt off before undoing his belt, letting the small clink ring in the air. Pants were unzipped, leaving them to hang precariously from his hips, and Gojo returned back to his beloved spot, pink lips hovering over your own. You pressed a finger to his mouth and he paused.

"Please, Satoru…" you whispered, "don't tease me. You always do."

Gojo planted a quick kiss to your fingertip before his tongue poked out to run along it, causing you to freeze in surprise. He opened his mouth to gently suck your finger in, massaging his tongue against it before releasing you with a pop of his mouth.

"Oh, but it's sooo fun. I live for it."

That was always obvious since forever ago. Ugh, that sexy drawl and that smirk to match it. He was amazing in every way. So, running your fingers against the undercut at his neck, you whispered.

"Need you bad, Satoru."

You grabbed a fistful of his white locks, leading his mouth to your own to repeat that hot make-out session from earlier on the couch. Lips completely locked, not even stopping at getting in the way of clothes flying off, not even in the way of bodies swiftly moving and hands grasping at skin. His hands roamed over your breasts, squeezing them - biting with his teeth, pinching nipples and leaving you a moaning mess. His hands roamed over your thighs, over your ass - no part left untouched, but always savored. Nothing stopped this limitless love, even when Gojo hooked an arm under your legs and tossed you effortlessly into position on the bed - your head landing perfectly on its pillow while Gojo bounced on the mattress above you, mouth against mouth again in a heated kiss, slipping out a groan between parted lips.

A raspy whisper, "You ready for me?"

And you bashfully nodded yes, smiles and all as your sweet Gojo - the strongest, the most insufferable, but the most loving - positioned himself so that his pretty cock slid between your slick folds. A gasp escaped your lips when he groaned from how deep it went. Another gasp, followed by your soft moans when he started thrusting, giving that good friction and allowing your walls to tighten and suck him in further.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart - fuck! So perfect."

"Sa… Satoru, fu - oh!"

A sharp intake of air once Gojo used a hand to greedily slide over the plushness of your thigh. He moved it ever so slightly, pulling it up a bit higher around his waist so that you both froze in place immediately, before letting out a pleasured groan in synch. The new angle which allowed him to go somehow deeper made your head spin.

Oh my gooood.

Your eyes clamped shut at the sensation, drool pooling at your mouth from how delicious Gojo's body was and when his lips drunkenly met yours, matching in swolleness. A little more speed, and you wrapped an arm around his neck as you just whined into his shoulder, clawing the skin at his back.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god more.

"Toru, fuck!"

Babbling his name over and over like a prayer. Curse words and moans spilling from both your mouths. Begging for Gojo to be faster, to be harder because god dammit you had waited too many years for this and he did too. Skin slapping on skin, sweat making your bodies stick together, and you could only grip onto him tighter as you were nearly screaming from the pleasure warming up your body.

"I love you, I love you, I fucking love you! Please, please, please, please, please!"

"Fuck, y-yeah… Love - love you too!"

And that tight coil in your lower half only got tighter and tighter, until - It snapped. The pleasure igniting your body as you were filled with his seed. You thought you saw stars? Forget that. Gojo could have put you in his domain, and you would have thanked him. A quick kiss to your mouth, raking your fingers through his damp locks before he released you to finally breathe, to ride out this high with a few slow and lazy thrusts of his hips. Lazily, you blinked the tears from your eyes. How sexy Gojo looked in this moment - if that even meant anything because he always looked good. His pure white hair stuck to his forehead in cute, wavy tufts. The way his pale face was red and flushed at the cheeks, lips so swollen to complement this as he panted, sweat shining on his skin in the dull light of the bedroom. Eyes clamped shut to recover from his high, but feeling your gaze on him, he blinked once. Your heart thumped in your chest at the sight of his illuminated blue eyes looking at you with hunger, glowing if just for a split second before he blinked again and the glow was gone. Your face heated up again - no, you must have imagined it.

"So you love me?"

He purred, eyes drooping at your flushed out face. Seemed he caught you staring off into space again. He panted against your skin, bringing you back from the endless blue maze that were his eyes.

"I do." you purred back with a smirk.

Between all the pants, Gojo cupped a hand to your face. He leaned to give you a quick peck on the forehead, then grunted when he laid next to you. When he got comfortable, you shuffled over to lay your head on his chest and firmly grab his jaw - giving a small kiss as he groaned into it. You pulled back to stroke a white lock from his forehead as he watched you with those blue eyes of his.

He smirked - one that meant he was up to no good again.

"So glad to be here with my pretty wife."

A pause.

You gawked at him. Literally, your jaw dropped open. Naturally, Gojo adorned a very wide grin and he swiftly crossed his arms behind his head.

"Oho… wife now?"

"I know, I know!" he winked, "Can't help it."

"You're kidding."

"Come oooon, let's just get married."

"Satoru!"

"Oh, yeah, baby. Say my name again."

"SATORU."

If only.

If only you weren't further embarrassed when Gojo pressed his lips to yours in a kiss again. And if only you two hadn't kept going all night, you would have never accidentally overslept into the next day. You both fumbled to school to be late to a faculty meeting. Of course, all eyes were on you. Because the staff sure as hell knew what happened judging by the shaken appearances (and bites to your neck that you forgot to hide).

And, if only Gojo didn't make things worse.

"Sorry, all! Guess my wife and I got a little carried away last night! But what are you going to do when two young adults are in love, am I right?"

You had never seen everyone's eyes widen in synch before.

in drunken nights

in which you take care of a drunk, clingy kazuha.

when men had stormed into your home and obnoxiously chanted, “emergency, emergency!” you hadn't expected the so-called urgent crisis to be...

“what are you doing...?” you gazed at the inexplicable picture that was kazuha choking hugging a crewmate and at least five bulky giants attempting to pry him off, all of which were failing miserably.

“kazuha had one too many drinks,” someone belonging from the crux fleet helpfully supplied, gesturing to the empty bottles of sake scattered on the table. “and he's become some sort of a hugging monster.”

which, honestly, still didn't explain why you were brought here. “so... why did you call for me?”

“please take him home,” begged another man, kneeling by your feet and tugging on your pants. “please.”

“hey!” a voice chimed in warning, followed by a hiccup. you turned your head to face kazuha, who had finally let go of the traumatized man gasping for breath in the corner. “don't touch,” hic, “[name]!” he pointedly steered threats towards the beggar(?) before you, approaching with wobbly steps.

you caught him with your arms when he inevitably stumbled, too inebriated to fully function. “woah there, are you okay?” he clung to you tightly, pulling you down with his weight. “who let him drink this much?!”

“captain challenged him to a drinking match.”

figures.

“archons...” you heaved a defeated sigh, hoisting up your giggly companion. you placed one of his arms to rest on your shoulders and held him up by the waist, sending an accusing look to a nearby crewmate. “why don't you take care of him?”

“we got our hands full with beidou.”

again, figures.

appearing not too pleased by you neglecting him, kazuha roused awake, leaning far too close to your ear than necessary. “[name]...” he breathed rather than spoke, lips nearly brushing against your skin. “where are you taking me...?”

blood rushed to the tips of your ears. “please don't make it sound like i'm doing something illegal.”

“i can't believe you had it in you, [name],” said beidou, clearly intoxicated with alcohol. she took a swig from her jug and loudly announced, “taking advantage of, hic, kazuha of all people!”

your cheeks burned hotly, amplified by the booming laughter spreading across the tables. “i am not doing such thing!”

kazuha whined, slurring his words. “you... won't do anything...?”

“i swear you're doing this on purpose.”

you were absolute sure he was. tilting his head to your neck, stumbling conveniently, and whispering words to your ear in a calculated manner — he had to be doing this to rile you up. either that or he had the natural makings of a player, with all the flowers that come out of his mouth instead of proper words, unknowingly charming innocent victims with his alluring voice.

“don't be too rough with him, okay?” one cooed in jest as you passed by him, your pace hastening with each teasing comment while dragging kazuha with you. “poor guy's nearly unconscious.”

“i'm not doing anything to him, so shut it!” you retorted, not quite as intimidating as you wanted to be when your face was the same shade as a ripened apple.

“boo, coward.”

“no chickening out!”

“dear archons, please give me patience...” you bit on your bottom lip, deciding to stay silent and cut off the pointless conversation once and for all.

“[nameeee]...” kazuhaa drawled out, tripping on his own feet. you yelped and barely kept your balance.

“what is it this time-” you risked a glance at him, groaning in irritation, and you immediately pulled back your head when your face was closer than intended and you'd just brushed noses. goddamn it.

“pay attention to me!” he demanded as a bratty child would, except a child wouldn't stare at you so deeply and pepper your face with kisses as a means to annoy you.

“what- no- stop moving around!”

“get a room!”

“shut up!”

getting pushed back to the sofa as soon as you arrived in your house wasn't the last thing you expected to happen, but you were plenty caught off-guard.

“kazuha...” you sighed, effectively pinned down to the couch with him looming above you. his face was buried to the space beside your head, unrelenting to rise. “get up. i have to take care of you, so let me go. you need water to sober up.”

“don't want to.” he stubbornly nuzzled his head against your neck for emphasis.

“this kid...” you exhaled exasperatedly. your fingers ran through his hair, loosening his ponytail. “please? you're crushing me.”

you felt him pause, considering the potential harm he may cause.

even in his terribly drunken state, his childish tendencies came into a full halt and he obediently rose from his position, though the pout on his face was apparent.

“there, good boy.” you praised and sat up, pleased with his docile behavior. “do you feel sick? need to throw up? i can get a few more pillows.”

“[name] is enough.”

“that's sweet, but i'll get seriously angry if you throw up on me.”

“i won't throw up...” his hand inched towards yours, shyly playing with your fingers. “i promise.”

fuck, he's adorable.

still, you liked to think you had self-discipline. you won't let yourself get swayed by a pretty face.

“well, what do you want to do then? feel like sleeping? it's late at night, after all.”

he sheepishly glanced at you, looking with a silent plea. “...stay with me?”

you take that back.

“you know what? fine.” you tugged him towards you and fell on the cushions, wrapping him in a hug. “friends cuddle all the time. this is fine.”

yes, most certainly. this was quite the intimate act, but not totally exclusive to lovers. you chanted that over and over again to convince yourself, belatedly ignoring the fingers softly tracing patterns on your skin that seemed to stray off the levels of platonic.

“what are you trying to do, really...” you groaned, sanity escaping you. kazuha's expression remained vacant, unapologetic for his touchy nature.

“can i kiss you?”

kill me now.

“what if i say no?”

you wouldn't, of course you wouldn't. kazuha knew that too, that's why he didn't flinch and proceeded as if nothing happened. he reached his hand to your face, tracing the edge of your chin.

“would you?”

you stayed silent, and kazuha takes it as his cue.

his lips pressed gently to yours, relishing in the plush softness. your heart picked up its pace, thudding loudly in your chest, and it only raced faster when you felt the sudden sweep of his tongue on your bottom lip, prodding for permission. you stiffened considerably, but you let your eyes close and you lose yourself in the sensation, reciprocating the kiss and fingers grasping on his shirt for purchase.

you were momentarily surprised by his abrupt shift in position, his hand relocating to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer, and when you open your eyes, you see pools of red, admiring each expression you make.

“you-” you pulled away, startled into wiping away at your mouth. “don't open your eyes...”

his eyes crinkled at the edges, mirth warming his gaze. “sorry, i couldn't help but get curious.”

you grumbled incoherently, tasting sake on your tongue. “so? when the hell did you get sober?”

at first, he stared at you blankly, processing your words. then his lips stretched into an abashed grin, bringing his hand to shyly rub the back of his neck. “ah, i've been found out?”

GIVE HIM GIVE HIM, the flinch and teeth gritting and then the POUT at the end of the last gif😓😓😓 HIS EYES AND SLIGHT SMILE IN THE SECOND, HIS ANGRY EYES AND SCOWL AND HAIR DANGLING JUST INFRONT OF HIS EYES IN THE FIRST GIF UGHHH

I'd do anything just to have that fictional man / women to give me the bare minimum

I'd die on the spot

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•ଓ.° contents: bunny hybrid reader, nsft content (mdni), brief description of public harassment, fingering, handjob

•ଓ.° ft. oliver nunez, skylar price, and declan o'leary x male!bunny hybrid!reader

Halloween was no joke on a large college campus, especially for any of the students on campus deemed even marginally popular. It was the season of parties, parties, parties– at clubs, in Greek Life, at homes and apartments.

The boy’s apartment was no exception. Thanks to the size of their luxury apartment, it was easy to hold a party inside; people had plenty of room to dance and drink. Skylar was really in charge of the party; one of the reasons they had chosen this specific apartment was because of its potential to host a lot of people. Besides, even though all three of them were exceptionally popular across campus for a myriad of reasons, Skylar was the most conventionally popular. And, he just really liked throwing parties. He joked to you that hosting parties might have been his life’s calling, not to mention how intense he could get about planning. It always worked out in the end, though; he had a certain magic about it.

It was nearly 10 pm, only about thirty minutes before the party was slated to really start. They boys had been in costume for a little while now– Skylar the longest, but only because he was the one out of the three who went all out of his own volition. Skylar, fittingly, was dressed as Dionysus; Oliver was dressed as some sort of elven fairy, including glittery makeup and flowers in his hair, which he had to enlist Skylar’s help to pull off; and Declan, with half of his face painted like a skull, was the grim reaper.

None of them had seen your outfit yet; in the weeks leading up to the party they had been begging for a hint of what you would dress as, but you kept the secret completely locked down. You had to keep your costume with a friend, so they wouldn’t find it hidden in one of the closets or under the furniture. It was driving them all a little crazy– they didn’t know what to expect. It could have been something funny, something scary, something that matched one of their costumes… anything, really.

What they were really not expecting was the skimpy Lola Bunny costume, complete with the booty shorts, the crop top– and the ears and a tail, just above the waistband of the shorts.

When you left the bathroom after changing into your costume, all three boys stopped in their tracks to finally, finally get a good look at you– and they were completely blown away.

Halloween could be tricky for you. It was the one night a year that you could get away with not hiding your ears and tail, and just incorporating them into a costume of some kind. People were generally not too handsy with you… but, most people also weren't Oliver, Skylar, and Declan. You knew you would be in for a challenging night of dodging their attempts to inspect your outfit as soon as you saw the way they were all looking at you, like they wished they could call the party off entirely.

“I knew you’d look better than the rest of us!” Skylar teases, and the three of them come closer to you to get a good look at your costume.

“Damn,” Oliver whistles at you, eyes raking over your practically naked legs, stopping at the hem that rested on your upper thigh. Their combined gaze made you shiver.

“The accessories look so real,” Skylar applauded, “the ears even match your hair color. Where’d you get them?”

“Well–” you started, looking back at Oliver to make sure he wasn't going to reach for your tail.

Fortunately for you– and extremely, extremely unfortunately for the other three– it was at that moment that the buzzer to the apartment split through the conversation.

It gave you the chance to bound off under the guise of buzzing the guests up, successfully avoiding the topic for the time being. You weren’t naive enough to think they would let it go completely, but as you made it to the front door, you were glad to have bought yourself a bit of time to attend the party normally.

Everyone is having about as much fun as they possibly can. Oliver is having the time of his life, being the endlessly energetic, social fairy that he is, flitting around to talk to everyone and occasionally following up with you to remind you for the millionth time how cute you look in your costume. Every now and then he tries to reach for your ears, to pet them or compliment you on how real they look, but you manage to duck your head out of his reach every time, telling him you don’t want them to get knocked off or get dirty. He pouts every time, of course, but listens to you and draws his hand back– until the next time, of course.

Skylar, similarly, is enjoying his role as host. He enjoys letting everyone know what you did to help with the party, or which things were your idea. Luckily for him, a college party sort of runs itself, so he gets to spend plenty of time dancing and talking with you.

Declan is content to hang back a bit more than the other two, surveying the party goers. It’s sort of an unspoken rule between all of them that he watches you, and everyone who interacts with you, to make sure no one tries anything.

With Skylar and Oliver constantly hanging around you in turns, and Declan silently watching over you whenever they weren't around for one reason or another, they were usually more than able to make sure no one got too friendly with you. And sure, it may have also been a little hard to not hang around you and ogle, but could you blame them when you were prancing around in that outfit?

Still, they didn't always catch everything. For instance, Declan was preoccupied at the exact moment that a classmate, a ‘casual friend’ of yours, sauntered over to interrogate you about your outfit. He had a few too many strong drinks on his system, and didn't apply any thought to the action before he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your fluffy tail, and pulled.

Declan returned his gaze to you just in time to see the way you jolted and stumbled back in the direction he had tugged you a step with a yelp– that sounded a little bit too close to a moan for your own good.

“What's up with this thing?” The drunk friend asked, words slurring together, giving another insistent tug to your tail.

You reached back and smacked his hand, hard enough to get him to grunt and release you. “Don’t touch me!” You exclaimed, turning to give him a glare, ignoring the pleasant zings the tugging had sent through you and praying your face wasn't going red.

“Jesus!” He complained, rubbing his wrist where you has slapped him. “I just wanted to know how you got it stuck on there so good…”

Before you knew it, Declan had crossed the room, and was by your side. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side and keeping you pressed against him with an iron grip.

“Don’t fucking grab him like that,” Declan warned, voice threatening enough to turn a few heads. It seemed to alarm your friend enough to allow him a few moments of sober clarity, and he put his hands up in the air.

“Hey man, it’s not a big deal. Just a costume,” he grumbled, but backed away– and almost ran into Skylar in the process.

You hadn't even noticed Oliver and Skylar both making their way through the crowd to you, not until they were already there. Oliver came to stand in front of you, blocking your view of Skylar and your friend.

“Are you okay sunshine?” Oliver asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand over your arm, eyes searching your face.

“I’m okay,” you say, nodding your head. “Thanks for helping out,” you tell Declan, who only nods his head at you.

Skylar joins the three of you after a second, reaching out and cupping your face, reassuring himself that you’re not upset. Still, they seem restless; after a second, Skylar looks at Declan and nods his head to the left, towards the archway of the living room.

Together, Declan and Oliver pulled you away from the main party, ignoring your occasional protests that you were really okay. Honestly, it made you feel a little warm and fuzzy to see them so worked up over you– not that you would admit it.

Skylar fell into step behind you, and the three of them pulled you into the bedroom furthest from the main party– Declan’s room.

“Now that its just us, are you really okay?” Oliver asked as Declan broke away from you to make sure the door was closed behind you.

While Skylar fretted over you, rubbing his hands over your arms and then reaching up to smooth his fingers through your hair, dangerously close to your ears, Oliver was rubbing his hands over your back and sides. Deep down, you knew they were going to find out– you couldn't tell if you were thrilled, or nervous.

“Your face is so red,” Declan noted, reaching out and grabbing your chin to inspect your face. With all of them having hands on you, it was difficult to decide where to focus.

“I’m fine! Just… hot!” You exclaim, but at that exact moment Oliver brushes his fingers over the base of your tail, wondering how it's attached to you– and you can't keep the moan in this time.

The three of them stop in your tracks, and you know you’ve been caught.

“Are these… real?” Skylar asked, and before you could answer, he was brushing his fingers over the base of your ear, stroking his fingers over the back of it and searching for where they connected to your head. At the same time, Oliver was inspecting the base of your tail, which was not doing you any favors.

“Oli–!” You gasped, reaching back to try and stop him, embarrassed. Oliver pushed your hands away, adding another gentle tug for good measure and pulling a strangled groan out of you.

“What the fuck,” Declan muttered to himself, but when you glanced back at him, afraid of the oncoming rejection, his gaze was roaming over you with utter fascination– and a hunger that made you shiver.

“I can't believe you were hiding this!” Oli exclaims from behind you, fidgeting with your tail and making you squirm. “And this feels good?”

“There’s just– a lot of nerves–!" you try to explain, but then Skylar is stepping closer to you, his thigh pressing in against your crotch, and your hands fly to his hips as you groan. There’s no hiding the bulge in the front of your skimpy little shorts, and there’s not lying about the way you respond to it.

When you look at Skylar, he’s grinning the exact kind of grin that lets you know you’re really in for it now. He pulls his hand away from your ear, sliding down to rest his hands on your hips, sliding his fingers into your shorts.

“You need help with something, baby?” He asks you, reaching his hand into your shorts to cup you through your tight underwear . His warm hand on you makes you shiver and suck in a breath, tensing up. “Come on, bunny,” he muses, “use your words.”

“We can’t know what you want if you don’t tell us,” Oliver says over your shoulder, circling his fingers around the base of your tail and tugging at it lightly. You whine, humping into Skylar’s hand.

You feel hot, your skin buzzing. You know you no longer have to worry about them rejecting you, thinking you’re a total freak… but now you worry about them toying with you until you break using this new information.

“Fuck, Sky, please,” you groan as he shifts his palm, rubbing his hand against you through your underwear.

He grinned a little wider. “Good enough,” he said, and slipped his hand past your underwear instead. He teased his fingers over the head of your cock, brushing his thumb over the slit as he wrapped his hand around you– so lightly that it was borderline nothing.

You squirmed and tried to breathe normally, but every now and then he would brush his thumb or his fingers over the sensitive spot under the head, and you would gasp and whine.

“Not enough for you, bunny?” Skylar asked, the name feeling equal parts degrading and loving.

Slowly, you shook your head, pushing your hips further forward. “Skylar, please,” you begged, hoping you didn't look half as desperate as you felt, “please, I need you to touch me!”

Declan stepped away from you, walking to his bedside drawer. You had seen him rummage through it enough times to know he was looking for lube, and your suspicion was confirmed when he closed the drawers and stepped back, a bottle in hand.

Oliver stepped just slightly to the side, allowing Declan to join him behind you once he had fetched the lube out of the drawer. Outside the bedroom door, the party raged on, music blaring. It may as well have been worlds away.

Oliver took his hands off your tail just long enough to finally, finally pulled your shorts and underwear down. He didn't even waste time pulling them all the way off of you, allowing them to fall and pool at your feet. Then he returned his hands to your back, raking his nails over the skin around your tail, making you shudder and arch your back.

“That must really feel good,” Skylar teased, still teasing his fingers so agonizingly lightly over your cock. “You look drunk, baby.”

You could barely respond, rutting desperately into his hand to get more stimulation. He never gripped you tight enough to give you what you wanted.

Declan placed his flat hand on the middle of your back, pushing you to bend forward just a bit. Skylar steadied you, kissing your forehead as he continued to tease you. You heard the sound of the cap on the bottle opening, and a liquidy sound after that. Skylar pulled his hand away, holding it out to Declan, and when he brought his hand back, he finally wrapped it around you completely. The cold lube made you shiver, but Skylar more than made up for it when he started pumping his hand up and down, gripping you firmly in his hand.

“Shit!” You cursed, moaning and rocking into his hand. “Ohh, fuck, Skylar–” you whined.

Then you felt a cold trickle of lube hit your skin as Declan squeezed it out of the bottle, before circling his fingers around your clenched hole, spreading the slick substance around. Slowly, while you were moaning and babbling about the feeling, he began to work a finger inside you.

With one hand, Oliver kept you steady, his fingers curling into your waist. With his other hand, he gripped your tail, tugging on it playfully. It made your head spin.

Your sentences became completely incoherent, especially as Skylar’s hand sped up. There were too many sensations for you to focus on; it was all pleasure, over every inch of your body. Your moans became gasping sobs, especially when Declan felt you were ready for a second finger, working two into you at once.

It wasn't until Declan started brushing the pads of his fingers against your prostate, at almost the same pace that Oliver was tugging on your tail, that you couldn't handle it anymore. Your body was tense, strung so tight between the three of them. You buried your face in Skylar’s shoulder, sobbing in pleasure, your legs shaking.

You held onto Skylar for dear life as the orgasm rocked over you, his and Oliver’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you up. You cried, moaned and shuddered as they worked you through it, white cun splashing on Skylar’s hand. When it was over, Skylar made a show of licking his fingers clean of you, before leaning in close. Declan still didn't pull his fingers out of you.

“I’ll go end the party early, make sure that classmate of yours is... taken care of,” Skylar grinned, lifting your face to his and pressing hot kisses against your mouth; behind you, Oliver pressed a kiss to your shoulder and started running his fingers over your tail again, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “But when I come back, we’ll see if you have the stamina to match, bunny.”

ace and reader are taking pictures in a photo booth

half of the photos are ace and reader poses And the othet half is ace being cheeky and kissing your neck

Then ace buys more time to make out with you till Marco tells you guys to get out

omg this is so sweet! you guys would have tons of fun in a photo booth!

you and ace would take a lot of funny pictures. ace is a goofball so of course he'd try to do some funny faces or poses. other times he'll give you a surprise kiss. like say he's next to you holding up a peace sign and right before a picture is taken he kisses you on the lips. he gets to see your surprised face on the photo which is a treat.

other times ace is really suggestive. kissing you on the neck, staring at the camera or winking. he'll distract you too, giving you many neck kisses, making you putty in his hands.

'ace...we should be taking pictures...,'

'we are baby, don't worry. you just be your pretty self.'

ace has a couple favorite pictures. one is where he has his cheek pressed against yours, smiles on both your faces. another one is where he's kissing your cheek. while you wear his orange hat. it's simple, but sweet. another one would be ace sitting down and facing the camera, you on his lap but faced away from the camera. your arms are thrown over his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist. his arms are around your waist and his chin is resting on your shoulder. it's more of a possessive photo, the way he's holding you, keeping you pressed tightly against him.

when you and ace are taking a long time in the photo booth, Marco just sighs and gets up, knowing exactly what he'll find. he pulls back the curtains to find you and ace making out. ace breaks away, shooting a glare at the pineapple head.

'marco, can't you see we're busy!?'

'go be busy in your cabin yoi.'

In the cabin, ace strings up the photos on his wall so he can always look back at them. he keeps one in his pocket every time he goes out. it's a picture of you laughing. he's out of frame so it only captures you. your happiness, your beauty, everything. he can stare at it all day, his heart filling with warmth.

SMILEYSUH ALWAYS DEVOURS WITH CHEOL FICS 😩✊

I WANT THAT MAN SO BAD????????? I'M SOBBING???????????? I WANT A RICH HUSBAND SEUNGCHEOL HELLO????????????

night terror

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.2k

🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i need a rich husband sugar daddy and i need him now

There had been a time in his life when Seungcheol had thought he might never settle down. As a busy businessman, he’d never been able to comprehend how it would be possible to factor a wife - let alone children - into his schedule. But then, one summer afternoon, he’d met you, and all his fears had vanished.

His previous relationships had been marred with accusations about his lack of making time, and he’d been ready to repeat the same issues with you. However, the conflicts never came. You were a strong, capable, young woman, and as the first months of you flew by blissfully, Seungcheol had realized you accepted him for him, work and all. If anything, distance made the heart grow fonder, and when you were together, you both gave each other your complete attention, nurturing the relationship in a way that he’d never had a relationship truly nurtured before. 

Six months in, he’d asked you to marry him, and it was the most confident he’d ever been with a decision in his entire life. When you’d gotten pregnant, only a short while after your honeymoon, the two of you had sat down to discuss what being parents would look like. You’d both been committed to giving your children the best lives possible going forward, and - knowing he’d be around less than a dad with a different, less demanding job - Seungcheol had asked if you’d be interested in the stay-at-home life.

It’s been five years since then, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where Seungcheol has questioned his decisions with you. He comes home at erratic times in the evening, but he always finds you excelling at motherhood. 

He truly doesn’t know how you do it and make it look easy. You have such a gentle way with not only the kids, but him as well, and he almost feels as if you were meant for this role. You’re a caregiver, through and through, and Seungcheol thinks he must be one of the luckiest men in the whole world to be able to fulfill the provider counterpart. 

It’s a Monday evening, and he’s managed to get off work early. When he arrives at your large family home, he follows the sound of giggles to the kitchen. This room has been the heart of your house ever since the kids were old enough to follow you around it like ducklings, watching you cook with eyes full of wonder - he thinks they must get that trait from him at least. 

He leans against the wall while he watches you, taking in the vision in front of him. It’s mac and cheese night, a long-held tradition in your household, wherein you help the kids make the base, and allow them to choose their favorite toppings to go in the ramekins before oven baking. 

The elder of your children, Daehyun, is more adventurous, and it looks like you’re helping him saute a pan of mushrooms on the gas stove top. Even while dealing with the hot element, and a little boy grabbing at your apron while teetering on his cooking step stool, you’re giving just as much attention to your youngest. 

Hana is the apple of Seungcheol’s eye, and - bless her heart - she’s a cheese fiend. There must be five different kinds of cheese on the counter, and you’re softly talking to her while she struggles to grate a small block of what looks to be gruyere. 

“You’re doing so well,” you tell your daughter. “Give mommy just a moment and she’ll help you grate the last of it. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

“Okay, mama,” Hana nods, setting the cheese down before leaning over to watch you stir the pan. 

“Do you want to try a mushroom, sweetheart?” you ask, picking one out of the pan to taste for yourself. “They’re very good.”

Hana’s always been better at trying new things if you or Seungcheol go first, and the businessman finds himself smiling while he watches the soft moment.

“Okay,” Hana says, but she doesn’t sound too sure. 

“It’s a little hot, so I’m going to put it on the cutting board to cool before either of you taste it, okay?” You lift a few mushrooms from the sizzling pan, setting them down and gently blowing away the steam. “Let me know if these are good, Daehyun, or if you’d like me to cook them a little longer to make them more crispy.”

The three of you are so wrapped up in your own little world, and Seungcheol supposes the soft classical music in the background had drowned out the sound of his footfalls as he’d approached. He decides it’s a good time to make his presence known, so he moves into the room, coming to stand on the other side of the island countertop.

“Look at you three chefs,” he muses.

“Daddy!” His children scream, with Daehyun jumping from his stool to run around the table and hug Seungcheol around the waist. Hana, meanwhile, still needs help getting down from the steps, and Seungcheol watches you lift the small child to set her on the floor so she can join her brother on the other side of Seungcheol. 

“It smells good,” Seungcheol tells you, smiling at you as he rubs the backs of his children.

“We were just trying mushrooms!” Daehyun announces, releasing Seungcheol in favour of running to you to grab the food before dashing back to his dad, holding his hand out. 

Seungcheol accepts the mushroom, and he tries it, letting out an embellished groan. “These are great,” he says, which prompts both children to try them too.

“Perfect!” Daehyun agrees.

Seungcheol watches you turn off the heat under the pan, moving to finish grating the gruyere for Hana. “How was work, my love?” you ask.

“Fine,” he sighs, not wanting to think about his job in a moment like this. “I couldn’t miss mac and cheese night. How were things around here?”

“Hana, why don’t you tell daddy about preschool?” you suggest, moving a pan of preprepared pasta bake ramekins on a tray to the island counter. 

“We did art!” Hana says proudly. “Made something for you.”

“Really?” Seungcheol loves receiving drawings from his kids. “Want to go grab it for me?”

You’re two steps ahead of him, even while cooking, and you reach behind yourself to grab a piece of paper from the fridge. You hold it out to Seungcheol, and he takes it from you, smiling widely as he looks at the image.

“It’s our family,” Hana explains, although, with the dad character holding a briefcase and dressed in a suit, Seungcheol thinks it would be impossible for him to think it’s anything else.

“I love it, you’re going to be an artist one day,” he tells her, reaching down to pick her up, tucking her by his hip. “And how about you, Daehyun? How was soccer practice?”

“Mommy picked me up after school and she had veggie snacks which weren’t that good but I ate them anyways, and we did practice and I scored goals-” Seungcheol loves how his son rambles, and he listens patiently while Daehyun describes finding a coin on the field that he can add to his collection of treasures he’s picked up throughout his life.

By the time the story is finished, you’ve already put the mac and cheese in the oven, and you’re standing with your palms on the counter, watching Seungcheol interact with his children. There’s a gentle smile on your face, your eyes lit up with affection.

Seungcheol is drawn to you, and he walks around the island, Hana still tucked on his hip. “Hi,” he says softly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “How was mommy’s day?”

“Good,” you respond. “Hana and I went to a greenery after preschool to get some new plants for the garden.”

“Oh yeah?” Seungcheol looks down at his daughter. “Did you two find anything nice?”

“Mommy got me a bouquet of tulips,” Hana confirms. 

“We also got a few more lavender bushes and some rosemary,” you add. “She played with bubbles while I planted them, and then we went to get Daehyun for soccer. A few of his friends came over with their moms after that to play in the pool, and then we started mac and cheese.”

“Sounds like a full day,” Seungcheol nods. He’s constantly in awe of how you juggle both kids, house maintenance, a social life, and cooking. 

“The kids are tuckered out,” you say, reaching out to brush some hair from Hana’s face. “They were thinking we could watch some Disney movies after dinner before bed.”

“Well we can’t say no to that, can we,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Daehyun, the mac and cheese is in the oven, should we start on a salad?”

“Do we have to?” he asks.

“Greens are an important part of a healthy diet,” you remind the little boy who’s always had problems with his veggies. “How about you help me choose what type of salad to make?”

“Can we have the one with lots of cheese?” Hana questions.

Seungcheol loves his little cheese fiend, he loves his family, and most of all, he loves that he gets to share it with you every day.

After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your shared room, closing the soundproof doors behind him.

“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button-up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.” 

“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”

You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”

“That's because he dotes on her.”

“As if you don’t.” 

“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”

“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun downplayed it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”

“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”

Seungcheol groans. “Well, now I definitely need a shower.”

“Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.” 

As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax. 

You turn the shower on, and as the spa-like bathroom fills with steam, you undo your pants. You’re slipping out of the fabric when Seungcheol joins you. His large form gently presses against your back, and his lips find your shoulder. His hands smooth down your arms softly, and he presses his crotch against your bum, showing you how turned on he is.

“You look so beautiful today,” he tells you.

“And you look as sexy as ever,” you respond, smiling while leaning back against his bare chest. 

“I do, do I?” You feel him grin where he’s kissing your neck, and you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him. “Guess this means we’re a match made in heaven.”

You love when he sweet-talks you like this, and when his hand slips down your abdomen to cup your pussy, you let out a groan of pleasure. “Should we go in the shower?”

“The shower can wait,” Seungcheol states, “and these panties have to come off.”

“You got it, daddy.” You hook your fingers in the waistband, pushing them down so his eager fingers can touch you directly. The contact has you shivering, and he begins to circle your clit. 

“How did I ever get so lucky with you?” he asks, teasing you while he grinds against your ass.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you confess, whimpering when one of his large fingers slips into your core. 

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Seungcheol tells you, sucking on the sweet spot on your throat that always makes your entire body react. 

“Agree to disagree,” you whisper, consumed by the feeling of his fingers as he adds a second one, working you open. 

“It’s torture spending a whole day without being able to touch you,” your husband confesses, as he applies pressure to your clit with his palm.

You know exactly how he feels, and although you’re leaning into his touch, allowing him to be the one exploring your form, you know your patience will run dry soon. You need his cock, more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life.

It’s tantalizing, having his large bulge rubbing against your ass while he finger fucks you closer and closer to a release that’s always much too easy for him to earn. 

You turn your head to the side, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips to your own. 

After all these years, Seungcheol knows your body inside and out. There are no words that need to be spoken as he gets you closer and closer to your high, only whimpered moans and groans of pleasure as you remain lip-locked.

Your first orgasm overtakes you, and you gasp into the kiss, wiggling your hips for more stimulation while he helps you through it. His free hand is on your waist, and he aids in your motions, which only adds to your pleasure.

“Cheol-” you whisper.

“I know, darling, I know,” he presses his forehead to yours, finishing you off before removing his hand from between your legs. He quickly sucks your juices off his digits before working on your bra, which falls off to join your clothes on the floor.

You turn in his embrace, palms flat to his chest so you can push him back until his bum hits the edge of the sink. “I wanna suck you off,” you tell him, feeling confident and as needy as ever.

“Fuck, I love it when you use that sweet, pretty mouth of yours to say the dirtiest things,” Seungcheol groans, large hands moving down to work on his belt while you sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

“You had a long day,” you tell him, knowing every day is long for the successful businessman, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” he smiles, pushing his pants down so his cock can be released. 

Wasting no time, you wrap your hand around the base, taking one last look up at him to muse, “Well, I want to make you feel great,” before your mouth finds his large cock. 

The sounds he makes during sex have always been a huge turn-on for you, and the groans he lets out as you suckle on the head of his cock are like angels singing. You close your eyes, leaning into the act of pleasuring the man you love most in the world. 

His gentle hand finds your head, and he helps you blow him, taking more of him into your mouth while your hand pumps the base.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.” 

You groan at the praise, and it makes his hips twitch, cock slipping into the back of your throat.

When you’d first been together, you hadn’t been used to the sensation, but after all this time together, you’ve become accustomed to it. In fact, you even kind of enjoy it when he throat-fuckes you, in some odd masochistic kind of way.

He’s slow with it, and you know he’s watching you carefully for any signs that he should let up on you. With you focused on your breathing and relaxing your throat, he never has to actually pull away. You listen to his sounds of pleasure grow, his grip tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling you off his cock. “I need you.” 

He helps you to your feet and in one motion, he lifts you up and sets you on the sink, slotting between your legs. Your hands find his strong shoulders while he guides his cock to your pussy. His lip is caught between his teeth in concentration, and your heart swells with love for your husband.

The head of his cock slips into you and you both groan. 

“You’re wound up, darling,” he muses as he sinks a few more inches into you, test thrusting so your wet juices can cover his length and make it easier for you both. “Are you sure you don’t need some more of my fingers?”

“No,” you hold his strong shoulders tighter, “I just need you.”

“Yeah?” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours while his hands find your hips, one slipping to gently cup the small of your back. “Are you still my needy princess?”

It had been the first true pet name that stuck when you’d started dating, and even after all these years, it still makes a tingle run up your spine.

“Yes, Cheol, you feel so good-”

His thrusts have his cock sinking fully inside of you now, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your body is alight with pleasure, and you truly can't help the sounds that are escaping past your lips.

You try your best to be quiet with Cheol most nights, but your kids are asleep. On top of that,  there’s a soundproof bedroom door, a bathroom door and a shower running to muffle your noises, so you figure now is as good a time as any to let loose a little.

“God, I love it when you get loud for me,” Seungcheol groans, leaning forward to pepper your throat in kisses while you lace your fingers through his soft hair. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and you can feel tension building in your abdomen, a sign of another orgasm on its way.

“You look so perfect like this,” your husband muses. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you. “I want you to see.” 

You moan in annoyance as he pulls out of you, dragging you off the countertop so he can turn you around, facing the steamed mirror. You bend over the sink, letting out a whine when he slips inside of you again, leaning forward with his chest pressed to your back while he wipes a hand along the reflective surface. 

You can see yourself now, and you look completely fucked out. 

Cheol grins behind you, and you love how the reflection showcases how much larger than you he is. With your smaller form in front of him, his shoulders are visible on either side of your own, and his height makes your pussy clench around him.

“Told you it was sexy,” Seungcheol muses, leaning forward again to press his lips to your shoulder. “I want you to watch as I make you cum.”

You’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes open, but you nod all the same, eager to please him as he begins to fuck you again. Each thrust has your hips pressing to the marble sink top, and it hurts a little, but the pain is pleasure.

You groan, panting as you watch Seungcheol fuck you from behind through the mirror.

He truly is a vision. each slap of his hips against your ass has your breasts bouncing too-

Steam is quickly covering the mirror again, and you reach out a shaky hand to wipe it away, intent on doing your best to follow through with his command.

“Cheol,” you whimper, his thrusts getting faster, harder- 

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.” 

Your sounds are getting louder and louder as the tension in your stomach builds- and when Seungcheol licks two fingers, slipping his hand down your front to play with your clit, the noises of pleasure become uncontrollable. 

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks, breath hot against your throat.

Everything feels so intense, the steam in the room adding to your heightened senses, and you nod quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to speak, you can only grab the sink as an anchor while your husband works you to the edge-

“I’m there too,” Seungcheol assures you. “Cum with me.” 

The sound that escapes you as your pussy clamps down on his cock is almost inhuman, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, gazing at your own fucked out expression through the mirror while Seungcheol rides out your highs.

His head is thrown back, throat all gorgeous and on display- 

You love him a stupid amount, and it only makes your core throb harder around his cock while he fills you up with his cum. 

It doesn’t help that his fingers are still on your clit, and you twitch from oversensitivity, letting out another loud cry. Seungcheol’s eyes open, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was still doing, too lost in the feeling of your throbbing cunt- he’s quick to pull his hand away, resting it on your hip as his thrusts begin to slow.

“Fuck,” he groans, “that was good.” 

His lips find your shoulder, and you both do your best to slow your heavy breathing. 

“Now I really need that shower,” you joke, earning a chuckle from the man still inside of you.

“Let's do it,” he says, giving you one last kiss before he pulls out of you.

He grabs your hand, helping you to the shower-

“Shit, did you hear that?” His head turns towards the closed door.

“I didn’t hear anything,” you tell him.

“No, listen, there it is again-” Seungcheol lets go of your hand, and he quickly grabs his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He opens the bathroom door. “Shit, we woke up one of the kids. I’ll be right back.”

He exits the bathroom, shutting you inside behind him as he tightens his robe, rushing to the large soundproof bedroom doors. When he opens them, he finds Hana standing there, her stuffed teddy in her arms.

“Is Mama okay?” she asks, looking up at him like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Seungcheol is quick to sink to his knees, wrapping his daughter in a hug. “You know she gets night terrors sometimes. It was just a bad dream, but I got a shower started for her and she should be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hana asks, wiping at her eyes.

Seungcheol releases her, taking a look at her face and helping her clear the tear tracks with his thumb. “Yes, love, mama is fine. Here, let me get you back to bed.”

He picks up his daughter, carrying her back to her room. She settles in alright, and with a quick kiss to her forehead and a goodnight, Seungcheol leaves her be. He’s in a rush to get back to you, and as he enters your room and ensuite bathroom, shrugging off his robe, he finds you in the shower.

“I swear that kid has super hearing,” he muses softly, joining you under the water spray and pulling your body tight to his own.

“Maybe our soundproof bedroom door isn’t as soundproof as we thought,” you suggest. “Did you tell her it was night terrors again?”

“That seems to be the company line, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle. He feels a little bad that the lie has gone on for two years already, but what else is he supposed to say to a kid who just heard her mother screaming?

“Hey, Night Terror,” you tug him closer, “you look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”

Seungcheol sighs. “Just that maybe we need to invest in some good earplugs for the kids.”

You laugh, snuggling close to his chest while he wraps you in his arms. “Darling, I love the way you think.”

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“Uncle Woo!” Hana lights up as one of her favorite people enters the house, and Wonwoo returns her smile, dropping onto one knee to embrace her.

“Hey, Hana,” he grins.

“They told us we were sleeping over with you but I almost didn’t believe it!” Hana raves.

“I got the guest room all set up for you two,” Wonwoo says, standing up while holding your daughter to his chest. His gaze shifts to Daehyun. “Uncle Mingyu and Uncle Vernon are going to pop by for a bit too, they’ve been missing watching soccer with you. I’ve got the game from earlier recorded, you could have some boys' time while I play princesses with Hana.”

God. You love Wonwoo. He’s the best uncle you could have asked for concerning your kids. It’s clear Seungcheol thinks the same, his grip tightening around you while his smile widens. You all watch Hana joyfully rant about playing princesses, and Daehyun is even smiling at the thought of spending time with his favorite uncles.

“Do you two have any special plans for tonight?” Wonwoo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. 

It’s your anniversary tonight, and you definitely have special plans, but none you can discuss in front of the kids.

“Mostly just taking her out for dinner,” Seungcheol says, which is only half a lie as he turns to gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Nothing too extreme,” you agree, patting his chest. 

Wonwoo gives you a look that tells you he sees through your bluff, but your kids are none the wiser, and - as it is with your ‘night terrors’ - at the end of the day, a few white lies to protect their innocence doesn’t hurt anybody.

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he's INSANEEEEE. HE'S ABSOLUTELY INSANE. OH MY GOD.

anything for you, baby (choi seungcheol x afab!reader, enemies to lovers)

PAIRING: seungcheol (scoups)  x afab!reader

GENRE: enemies to friends to fake dating (for like 0.2 seconds) to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!!)

WORD COUNT: 6.2k IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED LMAOOO

WARNINGS: jeonghan is a dick, reader gets cheated on, swearing, mentions of yeji, chaewon, and other svt members, that it i think

SUMMARY: choi seungcheol is not your friend. but when he comforts you from your relationship problems, will things change?

AUTHORS NOTE: MY LONGEST FIC I"VE EVER WROTE AHHHH!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! IT'S FINALLY FINISHED I'M SO HAPPY!!! PLS GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK!! ps, currently writing a royal joshua x reader arranged marriage fanfic so stay tuned!!

smut warnings below the cut!!! MINOR PLEASE DNI!!

SMUT WARNINGS: orgasms (reader three times, cheol twice), oral sex (f receiving), horny cheol, cock drunk reader, pussy drunk cheol, rough ish sex, minimal breast play, creampie (IM SORRY), no protection sex (wrap the pickle, before you tickle), pet names: baby for reader and daddy for seungcheol (might have more), I THINK THAT'S IT PLS TELL ME IF I MISSED OUT ANY!!

from when he bet you in a maths test to when he purposefully spilt coffee all over your shirt, it's safe to say that you didn't like seungcheol. and he didn't like you.

so when you saw him and his friends walking towards the table at the cafe you and your friends are sitting at, you assume he's going to walk past you. but they don't.

when he reaches your table, he stops walking. "hey loser." he smirks. "what do you want." you say while leaning back into your chair. "nothing. we're going to sit here ok? ok." without listening to your response, jeonghan and joshua slides into the seats next to you while seungcheol sits next to yeji and chaewon who are sitting opposite you.

"why are you here?" yeji asks seungcheol who is next to her. "can we not sit next to our friends?" joshua asks while looking at yeji. "since when we were friends?" you butt in.

turns out seungcheol's friends weren't that bad. you still hate him though. "hey ______ do you have a boyfriend?" jeonghcan asks you while the others are talking about who knows what. "uhm no. do you?" you ask while turning your head to look at him.

"a boyfriend?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "a partner." you say while giving a small smile. "no, i don't. why do you ask?" he says while giving you a smirk that you just want to wipe off his face.

"hey you asked first!" you say while giving him a playful slap on his shoulder. "i know" he says, dragging the end of the word. little did you know, seungcheol was watching you both while his lips form a tight line.

"oh i'm sorry but i have to go to class now" you say to jeonghan while checking your phone and putting it away. "let me walk you there, sweets" he says while starting to stand up.

"where are you going, han?" seungcheol says looking at you both. "walking _______ to class." he replies while wigging his eyebrows suggestively. "good luck then." he mutters.

"thanks for walking me to class, jeonghan." you give him a small smile. "no problem, ______. could i get your number so we can maybe hang out sometime?" he asks. "oh yeah, sure!" you say while pulling your phone out, ready for him to type his number in.

"thanks, _______" he gives you a smile while handing your phone back. he's saved his contact as "hannie" with a pink heart next to it. your heart flutters a little as you smile to yourself.

a few months go by and you are sure jeonghan likes you back. he always flirts with you and he buys you little gifts and pays for your meals sometimes.

one night at 11 pm, jeonghan facetimes you and you pick up almost immediately after seeing the nickname pop up on your phone screen. "hey sweets." he smiles. "hi jeonghan." you smile back. "you can call me hannie, _____" jeonghan says. "thank you, hannie."

"______?" "yeah?" "do you want to go to a party tomorrow night?" "sure"

you smile at the thought of going to a party with jeonghan.

"ok cool. i'll pick you up at 7, sweets. goodnight, ______" "night, hannie."

the next day, all you can think about is jeonghan and his cute smile. even during your history test. even during the car ride back to your apartment. god, why did he have to be so cute?

you hear a knock on your door as you are putting on some gloss and touching up your hair. "coming!" you say while running towards the door in your skin tight dress and cute heels.

as you unlock the door, you see jeonghan, joshua, joshua's girlfriend and seungcheol. oh you forgot seungcheol was coming. jeonghan shamelessly eyes your body up and down. "you look stunning, sweets." he says while giving you a smirk. "you're not too bad yourself." you say while returning a smile. seungcheol's frown goes unnoticed by you and his friends.

during the car ride, joshua is the designated driver while you are squished between seungcheol and jeonghan because his girlfriend wanted to sit next to him.

throughout the whole car ride, you and jeonghan flirted with each other. he whispered something in your ear, making you giggle which made seungcheol's blood boil out of jealousy. he knew jeonghan was a fuck and dip kind of guy and he didn't want you to go through that as you seemed genuinely interested in him and he's probably using you.

also the fact that your thigh is pressed against him is turning him on more than he's willing to admit.

the car comes to a halt as all of you come out of the car. as soon as you step into the party, all of the people you know, including jeonghan, are out of sight. you decide to go into a corner of the room, observing the party. there are people making out with each other, people dancing, people doing the same thing as you are and people trying to get other people's numbers.

after an hour or so, you decide that the party is kind of boring. all you've done is chat with some people and drink alcohol. in the corner of your eye, you see two people making out. aggressively. with all the hair pulling and shit. you turn to look at them. she looks familiar. too familiar.

that's when you realise. it's chaewon. your bestfriend.

the guy looks oddly familiar as well. you scrunch your brows while inspecting him and that's when it hits you.

it's jeonghan. the man is jeonghan. yoon jeonghan. yoon jeonghan is making out with kim chaewon. your crush is making out with your best fucking friend.

your jaw drops in shock as you process what's happening.

tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you turn away, not wanting to look at them again though.

fuck jeonghan. fuck chaewon. fuck everything.

as you walk away from the scene, mascara running and all, you bump into a hard chest. as you try to shove the person out of the way, they suddenly wrap you into a hug.

you sob as you bury your head deeper into his chest. you wrap your arms around this person as they stroke your hair. "shhh, sweetheart. it's ok. everything will be ok." a deep voice belonging to a man coos. the voice is familiar.

fuck. you know who that voice belongs to. your enemy. your arch nemesis. choi seungcheol. you are hugging choi seungcheol and he is comforting you. he knows it's you.

"seungcheol?" you look up with pleading eyes. "yes, baby?" he says, raspy voice and pet name going straight to your core. "why are you comforting me?" you ask tears still spilling from your eyes.

"because, baby, i can if i want to and i want to." he runs his fingers through you hair. "thank you, seungcheol. i'll get going now." you say, pulling away from him. he doesn't let you and keeps holding you close to him. "don't go, _____." he whispers.

just then, you hear footsteps come to a stop where you are standing. it's jeonghan. lipstick smeared all over his lips, hair messed up from chaewon's hands and first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

"hey seungcheol, why are you with her." jeonghan starts talking to seungcheol who is still holding you. "she needed some comfort, han." he begins but then jeonghan stops him.

"you know i want her yet you still do this?" he says "and don't 'han' me."

"well if you truly liked me, you wouldn't have made out with my best fucking friend you fucking jerk." you spit. him and seungcheol both look shocked for different reasons.

"han, you what?" "please, _______, i can explain" they say simultaneously as your hands gravitate towards seungcheol. the tears come again as seungcheol keeps stroking your hair making jeonghan fume at the sight.

"cheol, can you stop please." jeonghan asks with a pout you would've found cute if you weren't mad at him. "you did this to yourself man." seungcheol replies with a shrug.

"im gonna find joshua and we're going to go to my apartment alright, baby?" seungcheol averts his gaze to you and you look at him and nod. jeonghan glares at seungcheol for the pet name and glares at you for going along with it.

jeonghan mumbles something along the lines of "it's our apartment so i'm coming too" while seungcheol dials his friend to drop them off.

within minutes, joshua and his girlfriend come running towards the three of you. "are y'all ready to leave?" he says. you and seungcheol say yes while jeonghan reluctantly nods.

on the car ride back, you don't sit in the middle. instead you sit on the side next to seungcheol making him sit in the middle. you rest your head on seungcheol's shoulder and you don't miss jeonghan's glares and scoffs.

once you get to the guys' apartment, joshua and his girlfriend go to his room and you, jeonghan and seungcheol stay in the living room. "_____ please let me explain." jeonghan gently grabs hold of your wrist.

"what is there to explain, jeonghan? i genuinely thought you liked me too. turns out you're just a good actor." your tears have dried and you speak with an icy tone in your voice.

"i do like you, ______, i really do. i just-" he begins. "you just what, jeonghan? if you really liked me, you wouldn't be tangled up with another girl, you know. especially not chaewon." you interrupt.

"i know and i'm sorry." he says with a pout playing on his lips. he really knows how to get to you. you run your bottom lip between your teeth as you debate on whether to forgive him of not.

"please give me another chance, ______." jeonghan pleads. "i promise i won't do it again. i don't care about chaewon i only care about you, _____."

you sigh. "i guess i'm willing to give you a second chance." a small smile appears on jeonghan's face.

"thank you, _____. i know i don't deserve it so thank you." he says while intertwining your fingers with his.

"it's alright, han." you say while smiling as well.

meanwhile, seungcheol is listening to your conversation, heart crushing into small bits and pieces as he listens to you forgive jeonghan.

without saying a word, seungcheol walks to his room not even acknowledging yours or jeonghan's presence.

that same night, seungcheol lies on his back in his bed, hands on his stomach as he listens to yours and jeonghan's very, very faint giggles and whispers. silent tears come out of his eyes as he thinks about how easily he just lost you.

jeonghan's promise didn't last very long.

only a few weeks later, when you guys are official, you go to their apartment unexpectedly to visit jeonghan. to your dismay, you see some random girl on his lap while they watch movies together.

you bite your lip to try to not cry when seungcheol, (the one who let you in), comes over to comfort you again. he lets your head rest on his shoulder while you cry and soon after, jeonghan goes to get some water and sees you and seungcheol together again.

he immediately kicks the other girl out of their apartment to try win you back again. "please, baby. i didn't mean it. i don't love her, only you, baby." jeonghan's sweet, persuasive voice begs as tears leak out of your eyes uncontrollably.

"y-you said you wouldn't, jeonghan. y-you promised me." you said in between choked sobs while seungcheol's big hands rub circles around your back.

"i know i did, baby. but i messed up ok? i made a huge mistake and i really don't want to lose you, ______." jeonghan's eyes also spill a few tears while seungcheol glares at him.

ever since the party, him and seungcheol haven't been on very good terms with each other. good enough to stay roommates but both avoiding each other.

in the end, you end up forgiving him and seungcheol goes back to pining over you in secret.

the third (technically second as you weren't together the first time), was on your 1 year anniversary. you were planning to meet up with him at a fancy restaurant for your anniversary.

you got him the watch that he wanted for a while and make him a cute basket full of things he would like, planning to surprise him at the restaurant. when you get there, you ask the waitress for your reservation under "yoon jeonghan".

she brings you to a table for 2 one occupied by jeonghan and the other occupied by...

chaewon?!?!

your jaw drops as you gaze at their intertwined fingers from across the table. chaewon's sweet smile and jeonghan's sly smirk. the waiter clears her throat to alert that you are here and they both turn to look at you. the waitress takes her leave and you give her a smile of appreciation

your mascara runs down your face as your lips form a thin line. jeonghan shakes chaewon off him and looks at what's in your hands. a basket full of goods and the new watch he's wanted for a long time.

he tries to reach out for you but you shake your head and simply say "we're done" before running as fast as you can out of the restaurant.

it's safe to say chaewon and you weren't exactly friends anymore after what happened at the party. but she knew about you and jeonghan. yet she was still here with him.

clutching your dress so you can move easier, you sprint to the nearest place you can think of.

jeonghan's apartment.

not for jeonghan of course, but for seungcheol.

after what happened at the party, you and seungcheol have agreed to be friends. you always go to him when you and jeonghan have had a fight or if you have any problems with anything really.

as you get there, you knock on the door ferociously, hoping seungcheol would unlock it. and he does. he's in grey sweatpants and a hoodie which makes him look like a cuddly teddy bear.

seeing your running mascara and ruined makeup, seungcheol immediately pulls you into his chest, holding you close.

"i-i don't understand, cheol. h-he promised me he wouldn't do it again b-but i saw him with another girl." you cry as he squeezes you tightly.

"look, _____. you can't give him anymore chances." seungcheol says while tilting your chin up to look at him.

you bite your lip to try to stop crying but it doesn't work. suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking makes your heads turn.

jeonghan steps into the apartment with sweat all over his face from chasing you. as soon as he sees you with seungcheol, his facial features tighten.

"_____, baby..." he begins.

"save it, jeonghan. i'm sick of your fucking lies. every single fucking time i see you with another girl. and every single fucking time you promise me you'll never do it again. and every single fucking time you break that promise. it's our fucking anniversary, jeonghan. and i see you with another girl." you yell at him, shaking from your tears.

"i know and i'm sorry, ______." he ruffles his fingers through his hair.

"no you're not fucking sorry" you spit. "we're over, jeonghan. i hate you. i hate you so much. i never want to fucking see you again."

"baby you don't mean that right..." he pouts, water leaking from his eyes.

"i mean it. every single fucking word. you're dead to me, yoon jeonghan." you take one final look at him before seungcheol drags you to his bedroom.

you and him sit on his bed in silence for a little bit, the comfortable kind of silence where it rests nicely.

"good job, _____. i'm proud of you, baby." he says, breaking the silence. "why the pet name, cheol?" you asks, scooting closer to him.

"it's a term of endearment." seungcheol smiles and grabs hold of your hand. you let out a deep, shaky breath. "cheol... i'm not sure what to do about jeonghan... i still.. i still think i love him. but i don't know how to get over him."

"_____, you have to decide what's best for you, baby. however, i don't think getting back with him would be very smart." he says while intertwining your fingers together.

"yeah... cheol?"

"yes, baby?"

"i think.. i think i want to get revenge on him. make him jealous maybe." you state squeezing his hand.

"and how do you want to do that, baby?" he asks, looking at you.

"i-i don't know." you mutter, looking back at him. "well you must have an idea, right?" he says while tucking you hair behind your ear. "i think, i think i have an idea. but it's embarrassing, cheol." you say, blushing from his touch.

"that's alright, baby. you can tell me." he says, trying to reassure you. "hmm." you say while your lips from a thin line. "maybe, maybe we can uh..."

"it's alright, baby. you can say it." he smiles sweetly while saying this. "maybe you can pretend to be my boyfriend to make him jealous?" you say while giving him the cutest expression he has ever seen.

"anything for you, angel." he says while lying down. "really, cheol? thank you for doing this for me." you say while also lying down. "well, we should make up a story, baby. so it's more believable."

"hmm." you say with a thinking face. "how about we talked for a while tonight and we had more in common than we thought?" he suggests, looking at you to see your reaction.

"sure, that's sounds good, cheol. thank you." you say, snuggling closer to him. he smells like cologne, in a good way. a great way. seungcheol pulls the blanket over both of you and pulls you closer to him.

as seungcheol soon falls asleep, you admire his facial features. since when was he actually hot? and he actually comforts you? and you're always happy when you're around him?

that's when you realise.

you have a crush on him.

on your ex mortal nemesis.

on your ex's roommate.

god he probably is only doing this out of pity for you.

before your thoughts can eat you alive, you doze off as well.

the rays of sun hit you as someone opens the curtains. you blink a few times and realise you're in his room. so it wasn't a dream after all. "good morning sunshine." you hear seungcheol say as you sit up from his bed.

"good morning, cheol." you say while suppressing a yawn. "i made breakfast for you, baby." he says while pulling you off the bed. "oh shit you're still in your dress. wait here i'll find some clothes for you."

he hands you some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. "do you want a hoodie, baby?" he asks, holding up a plain, grey hoodie.

"yes please." he tosses it to you and you think to yourself. jeonghan never made breakfast for you or let you borrow his clothes.

you walk out to the dining room in his hoodie and sweatpants to seungcheol, jeonghan and joshua seemingly having a conversation. all their heads turn to the sound of footsteps.

joshua has a warm smile on his face, seungcheol's arms spread out invitingly and jeonghan looks like he's about to combust.

"hey baby" seungcheol says as you walk towards him. he pats his lap and you give him an "are you sure?" expression and he nods. you sit on his thigh and his arm wraps around your back.

jeonghan's eyes narrow at the sight and he's reluctant to ask; "are you two together?" you and seungcheol exchange glances and he says "yeah."

jeonghan grits his teeth and walks back to his room. the plan is working.

you eat your breakfast, still on seungcheol's lap, as he plays with your hair.

jeonghan goes to his room, feeling a lot of things. how could this happen to him? sure he cheated on you, but getting with his ex best friend is another type of betrayal.

the next time he sees you and seungcheol together is when you two are getting coffee together. he is with his date, chaewon but he sees you with seungcheol and forgets about her immediately.

his fists ball up as he sees you giggling about something he said. as you notice him you give him a sweet smile and turn back to seungcheol as you walk out of the shop.

another time he sees you two together is when you are studying at the library. you exchange whispers and your hands are intertwined with his making jeonghan fume.

when you guys return to his apartment, jeonghan pulls seungcheol aside as seungcheol tells you to wait for him in his bedroom.

"seungcheol."

"jeonghan."

"why are you messing around with ______?" jeonghan asks, brows furrowed. "last time i checked, you cheated on her and she broke up with you. you're not together anymore, jeonghan."

"do you know anything about bro code, seungcheol?" jeonghan says. "jeonghan, if you knew anything about bro code, you'd know that i have fucking liked ______ since we were 13 fucking years old. and i've told you that. and you still got with her. i'm just taking back what was mine, jeonghan."

"yeah but that's different, seungcheol. you weren't actually with her and i was."

"15 fucking years jeonghan. i've liked her for that fucking long. and you just came in and took her from me. i truly do love her, han."

jeonghan just scoffs and walks to his room. seungcheol also goes back to his room to find you sitting on his bed.

"cheol?"

"hmm?"

"did you really mean what you said about liking me since you were 13?" you tilt your head slightly.

"uhm you heard that?" he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"you guys weren't exactly being quiet." you give him an empathetic look.

"that's true i guess..." he says. "you haven't answered my question." you state. seungcheol takes a deep breath. "yes i have."

you lips part open at this information. "i thought you hated me?" seungcheol smiles. "i could never hate you, baby"

he goes to close his door and comes to join you, sitting cross legged on his bed. “cheol, i was 11 when you were 13." you say laughing. seungcheol stops in his tracks and looks at you. "i was planning to wait..?"

"for what, cheol?" you ask innocently. "you know what, baby" he coos leaning closer towards you. "you wanna make him jealous, baby?" seungcheol pulls you onto his lap so that you're facing him.

you feel your heart racing as you look down, unable to maintain eye contact. "don't get shy on me, baby." seungcheol tilts your chin up so you're looking at him.

he smirks as he places your arms around his neck and wraps his own around your waist. "tell me to stop if you don't want this, ______." you don't say anything as a sign of conformation.

his hand makes it's way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. your eyes flutter shut as your lips finally make contact. it's more gentle than you thought it would be.

your legs wrap around his waist as you pull him closer to you. your lips move in unison as your hands move up to grip his hair. your lips part slightly to allow his tongue to slide in.

fuck it feels good.

your lips disconnect so you can both get a breath in and he says; "god, baby. so good at kissing."

your lips find their way back to each other in a heated kiss, tongues colliding. you fingers tugged on his hair making him let out a low groan. his hands traveled under your his hoodie as you let out a soft moan. you weren't wearing anything under, giving him perfect access to your breasts.

his hands knead your boobs as you break the kiss to tilt your head back in ecstasy.

"is this alright, baby?" seungcheol asks while looking at you.

you nod. "baby i need your words" seungcheol pushes your hair back. "yes, cheol."

"do you mind if i take this further?"

"i don't mind, cheol"

he takes off the hoodie you're wearing and tosses it to the side. your nipples harden in the cold air, making seungcheol's mouth water. "like what you see, cheol?"

you smirk, suddenly gaining confidence. "y-yeah, baby. such pretty tits." seungcheol licks his lips hungrily as his eyes are anywhere but your face.

just when you were going to ask him to touch you, his lips wrap around your breast, tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. you let out a high pitched moan and seungcheol hums in satisfaction.

your hands make their way to the hem of his hoodie as you lifted it up, revealing his toned abs. "you're so built cheol" you mutter.

he lifts his mouth off your tit and looks at you with lust in his eyes. his hands toy with the waistband of the sweatpants you're wearing. "baby, can i?" he asks, a cute pout playing on his lips.

"y-yes cheol."

he pulls your sweatpants and panties down in one go, revealing your dripping pussy. "already so fucking wet for me and we haven't even started, __" seungcheol runs his tongue along his top lip.

"spread your legs for me, baby."

you obey and lie down while he angles his head at your entrance. his tongue dives in, lapping at your folds. "f-fuck, daddy. feels s'good" you whimper from the feeling.

"daddy, huh?" seungcheol lifts his head up to look at you with a smirk on pastered on his handsome face. your cheeks flush from embarrassment as he reassures you he likes the name.

his tongue then starts circling your sensitive clit, sucking on it lightly. your hands grip at his bed sheets, thighs trying to close together. his tongue reaches near your entrance.

"want jeonghan to hear you screaming my name, baby?" seungcheol asks while looking up at you. "w-want jeonghan to know i-i'm yours, daddy."

you feel seungcheol's tongue dive inside of you. "you like feeling me fuck you with my tongue, baby?"you feel your heart racing as you look down, unable to maintain eye contact.

"y-yes, cheol. f-fuck~" you moan at the feeling of seungcheol's nose bumping into your clit every time his tongue curls in and out of you. "f-fuck. g-gonna cum, daddy"

"yeah? baby's gonna cum from daddy tongue-fucking her?" he asks, still lapping at your cunt. "f-fuck, cheol" you let out a whimper as the combined sensation of seungcheol giving you head and the dirty words coming out of his mouth.

"cum all over my face, baby." and so you did.

his hands move up to your dripping pussy and his fingers prod at the entrance. without much warning, he shoves two fingers inside of you, making you moan, tongue still circling your clit still fucking you through your high.

"shit, baby. taste so sweet" seungcheol says while his tongue runs through your folds to clean you up. you're embarrassed that he made you cum that easily so you bury your head in your hands.

"baby, don't cover your pretty face. that was one of the hottest things i've ever seen." seungcheol removes your hands off your face and pulls you up so you're next to him.

"w-want these off, daddy" you pointed to his sweatpants and pouted cutely. "anything for you, baby" seungcheol 's hands began pulling his sweatpants down revealing his tented boxers.

you couldn't see his actual dick but from the imprint, you could see that it was big. "w-want daddy inside of me" you mutter, biting your lip. "oh yeah, baby?"

he pulls his boxers down and throws them somewhere, showing his thick, long, erect, cock. you mouth waters at the sight of his length as he mentions; "you're drooling, ______" he smirks and raises an eyebrow. god he's so fucking hot.

"s-sorry, daddy" you smile sheepishly. "don't be, baby. wanna see you come on my cock. i'll go try and find a condom, baby." he starts to get off the bed.

"w-wait. w-wanna feel your cock raw, daddy. i'm on the pill." you pout. "you're so irresistible, baby. i'm clean so i think we're fine. do you want me to take you from the back or the front?"

"b-both, d-daddy"

"fuck okay then."

seungcheol crawls so he's on top of you and he lines his cock up with your entrance. he put's just the bulbous tip of his dick inside of you. "f-fuck it's so big. i don't think it will fit, daddy" you bite your lip as you look at his huge cock compared to your tiny pussy.

"we can try, baby." slowly but surely, he inches his cock inside of you, making you whimper softly. "god, baby. you're so fucking tight. tight little pussy taking in my cock."

his words send

signals straight to your core making you wetter. "it's ok, baby. we're going at your pace." he reassures you. "s-s'too big, daddy" you whimper. "baby, it'll be fine."

"n-no!" you whimper. "fuck baby. i know i said we'd go at your pace but i'm so fucking hard right now" without warning, he aggressively thrusts into you.

"cheol!" you scream as you feel his thick cock stuffed into you. "never heard you scream jeonghan's name before, baby. was his cock really that small?" he smirks as he watches you squirm under him.

you whine at his filthy words. "n-no, cheol. o-only you, daddy"

"f-fuck, baby. so hot." he grunts. "mind if i start moving now?" he doesn't wait for you to answer and instead pulls out until just the tip of his dick is inside you and then forcefully thrusts back into you.

you whimper at the sensation. "f-fuck, daddy. s-so full." his hips grind against yours. the slapping sound of your hips against his and your moans and his groans fill the room.

"fuck, you look so pretty, baby." he groans at the feeling of his raw cock inside of you. "g-gonna cum d-daddy." you say, grinding on his cock. ""fuck, you look so pretty, baby." he groans at the feeling of his raw cock inside of you. "g-gonna cum d-daddy." you say, grinding on his cock.

"yeah? pretty baby's gonna come all over daddy's cock?" he says as he continues thrusting in and out of you. "d-daddy!"

"f-fuck, baby. keep calling me daddy and i'll gonna come too." you whimper as you reach your orgasm. "d-daddy!" seungcheol keeps fucking you through your high.

seungcheol leets out a low groan. "baby, where do you want me?"

"st-stomach, daddy"

"anything for you, baby"

seungcheol pulls out and and aims his sticky cock at your stomach before white, sticky cum squirts out of him. he lets out a grunt as he covers you with his cum. "shit, baby. still up for round 2?"

"y-yeah."

"straight into it?"

"y-yeah."

"fuck i'm already hard"

"yeah?"

"get on your knees, baby"

and so you do.

"and your hands"

and you obey again.

he wastes no time in shoving his fat cock into your pussy, still dripping from your last orgasm. you let out a whine of pleasure as he grabs your hips and shoves his cock deeper than you thought it could go.

the feeling of his balls slapping your ass make you moan loudly. "d-daddy. f-feels s'good" his hands move up to your breasts as he pinches your pebbled nipples.

"ch-cheol" you moan, the feeling of his hands on your tits turning you on so much more. seungcheol's hands start to knead your breasts as he continues thrusting into you.

small moans erupt out of you as you arch your back. "fuck baby. look so hot." seungcheol groans as he continues jutting his huge cock into you.

"f-feels so fucking full d-daddy" you whimper as his cock reaches a spot you didn't think was possible to reach. "g-gonna cum again" "pretty little baby's so greedy for cock."

"o-only y-your cock, daddy"

"only daddy can fuck you this good, right baby?"

"y-yes, cheol"

"hmm. what about jeonghan, baby? can he fuck you as good as daddy can?"

"n-no, daddy. o-only you."

he continues grinding his hips into your ass, making you whimper as your orgasm hits you for the 3rd time this evening. "c-coming, daddy" "want me to pull out, baby?"

"w-want you inside, daddy"

"are you sure baby?"

"y-yeah. i-i'm on birth control"

"fuck. anything for you, baby"

"want you to fill me up, daddy"

"yeah?"

"y-yeah"

at that moment, you feel his hot, white cum squirt in you.

"want my cum dripping out of you when you walk out there. want my cum inside of you for the next three fucking days, baby"

he finally pulls out of you, his cum dripping to your thigh as he get a towel from his bedside drawer to clean you both up. "let me give you some of my clothes, baby." he tosses you a big t-shirt and a different pair of sweatpants along with some of his boxers.

when you put on the clothes, you go to the bathroom to shower and go toilet. on the way, you see jeonghan, swollen eyes and all. when he sees you his eyes light up until he realises you're in seungcheol's clothes. "hi, _"

"hello, jeonghan"

he hesitates.

"did you and seungcheol.."

"that's none of your business, jeonghan"

you walk to the bathroom and shut the door, making sure to lock it.

as you finish doing what you need to do in the bathroom, you walk back to seungcheol's room to see jeonghan and him arguing.

"stop fucking around with her, seungcheol."

"she's not yours anymore, han"

"i know but it fucking hurts."

"who's fault is that, jeonghan?"

jeonghan scowls and walks out, seeing your surprised expression on the way out. as you walk in, seungcheol closes his door and lies down on his bed. you go to join him and he smiles sweetly.

you rest your head on his arm as he scoops you in for a hug. "can't believe you're mine, baby"

"you haven't actually asked me out, seungcheol."

"will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes"

he plants a kiss on your forehead and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears.

"thank, you baby."

"for your information, i've loved you since i was 13 as well"

"love?" seungcheol turns to look at you.

"y-yes"

"i love you too, _"

you smile as you bury your head into his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep.

GUYS... GUYS HELP ME... IT'S THE WHITE HAIRED MFS NOW...

YOU CAN'T TELL ME YOU DON'T FIND AT LEAST ONE OF THEM FINE. AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE GOJO LIKE THAT. 😭😭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WILL GIVE YOU MY MONEY. TAKE MY MONEY. AND MY SOUL. AND MY HEART. MIGHT AS WELL TAKE MY ORGANS TOO. 😭💕

Me with my s/o (or Rafayel him too)

I wanna kiss him so FUCKING bad

all i can think of is march and writing dirty filthy fanfic about march. this is what happens when the game is in early access and i cant KISS HIM YET

All of you are going to hear me out

this man is my lover

when he pouts like that

brb dying

Slow dancing with JJ...

JJ Maybank wasn't one for dancing. He would do it whilst drunk, a bit of fun with friends or for a joke to make John B smile when the boy was down. But JJ wasn't a dancer. You wouldn't catch him dead slow-dancing to some sweet, romantic song with any girl. Unless of course, that girl was you.

When you asked him to dance, everything changed. His views on the concept shifted like puzzle pieces finding a new form, and when he took your hands in his, he was comfortable handing his whole life over to the soft embrace of said romantic tunes he claimed to hate. He would slow dance with you until he couldn't stand any longer, and even then, he didn't think he'd want to stop. Having you so close to him, your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. His own body pressed to yours, hands on your hips, or resting delicately on your back. In the small moments where he chooses to dance with you, and only you, he understands just how deeply in love he's fallen. So much so that's he's entirely willing to do something he otherwise wouldn't be caught dead doing.

"You wanna dance?" it gets to the point where he's the one asking you, his need to feel your gentle affection, that bonded closeness he can find as he sways with you taking over. The other pouges can't help but tease him and yet, he can't bring himself to care if they do. He's in too deep, drowning in all thoughts of you and the worst part is he doesn't want to be saved. If this is what his life is destined to be, long nights with your body grazing his, your head on his chest as the music slows, he wants to live so badly that it might just kill him.

JJ hates dancing, but he would fight a thousand wars just to dance with you.

Wooga, even in his monster form he's fine! 🥵

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