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60% of all Bloodymary fanfic: Grace and Rocky find a submarine floating in space...

Me: A SUBMARINE? tell me more

60% of all Bloodymary fanfic: Simon iron lung is there

boyfriend headcanons .ᐟ sfw & nsfw included

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➺ he always brings over your favourite coffee order when he comes over. he has it memorised and insists on bringing it every time.

➺ helps you pick out decor for your flat, commenting on feng shui & the vibes of the space and being completely serious. if it doesn't feel right, it's not coming home with you.

➺ refuses to wear socks around the house. when you ask him why he says it makes his feet feel like they're in a prison and refuses to comment further.

➺ is genuinely a really good cook. he loves to make you different dishes he's been meaning to try, nose deep in a cookbook he bought ages ago. always winds up an absolute mess, but he's more worried about what you'll think of what he makes, waiting for your approval.

➺ loves to have alone time in his home studio, but leaves the door cracked open as an invitation sometimes for you to come and invade his space. he claims that you help him think straight and that your presence is soothing when everything feels too much.

➺ huge cuddlebug. he cannot say no to holding you or laying on you or touching you in some kind of way, his hands are always on you. he WILL pout if you move away from him.

➺ would never be down to hide you guys being together. he needs everyone to be able to tell you're his, whether it's a hand at your waist or a head on your shoulder or stolen looks while friends are talking.

➺ cannot get enough of your thighs. will tell you he's going to mark them up so that people can see you're his when you're wearing shorts or skirts, and he manhandles them when he's eating you out, forcing them open with bruising fingertips.

➺ looks up at you while he fingers you open, mouth open a bit while studying how you squirm and pant above him as you take his thick fingers. loves watching you tense up when you feel his stubble touch you before he dives back in.

➺ we allllll know he's not gonna complain about you calling him daddy. but i feel like it's reserved for specific times, and you usually initiate. he will rarely order you to call him daddy, it's more like a fun addition when it slips out of your mouth.

➺ will send you the nastiest texts while he's on tour, thinking about what you'll respond the whole time he's onstage.

➺ super super vocal during sex. i'm talking grunts, groans, talking you through it, everything. he is more than happy to make sure you know you're doing a good job. will hold your hair back for you when you're giving him head, guiding you and calling you pretty.

michael clifford boyfriend headcanons .ᐟ sfw & nsfw included (was in wip anyways but requested!!)

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➺ is the type to text you in the middle of the day that he misses you with about twelve different emojis and two gifs and a 40 second long voice recording saying the same. he has to make sure you know how often he thinks about you.

➺ loves when you sit on his bed while he's streaming, just out of frame. chat listens to you chime in, and he gets a million comments about them wanting to see you, which you indulge in semi-frequently.

➺ game nights are a staple in your household, whether it's when all the boys come over or if it's just you and michael. it always ends in playful shouting, followed by quiet cleanup where the two of you take your time and enjoy each other's company.

➺ practically needs you with him on tour. the two times you've been stuck either at work or with family commitments he has been devastated, and you will be invited to everything he does ever. shoots, tours, interviews, he always extends an invite even if he knows you can't make it. he just wants to make it really obvious that he wants you there.

➺ supports everything you show interest in. you want to try a new pottery class? absolutely. you learn a couple songs on piano? he's encouraging you and telling you you're a natural. he is so endeared by watching you light up talking about your interests and hobbies, and will happily support each and every one, no matter how often they change.

➺ prefers staying in with you, but indulges when the boys want to go out sometimes. even when drunk, you never leave his line of sight, but he enjoys seeing you let loose with your friends and seeing you laugh on the dance floor. he will definitely come out to dance with you if you ask, though.

➺ possessive, and kinda bratty about it. will make passive aggressive comments at anyone who even seems to be flirting with you, even if they're just being nice. his grip on your waist is bruising, and he never blames you, he just wants people to know that you're his.

➺ rolling off the previous one, michael is a brat. he will tease and prod and poke just to get you to give him exactly what he wants, which usually translates to you on top of him. you secretly love when he gets that stupid face on with his tongue poking out behind his canines when he knows he's annoying you during foreplay.

➺ the biggest eater out of the four. would go down on you for hours, and takes pride in counting the amount of times he makes you cum from just his tongue alone. gets off on it, and you often find him rutting into the sheets to find release. will eat you out until you're shaking and pushing him away.

➺ doesn't mind a bit of humiliation and teasing in public. either a scold after he says something suggestive in front of his friends, a hand under the dinner table climbing higher so he chokes on his words, a slip of a pet name you only use in bed that makes him short-circuit. it excites him to think about you wanting to stake your claim on him in front of other people, too.

➺ a switch, but loves when you take control. would be down for anything; pet play, edging until he's whining and begging, would probably even be down for pegging if you asked really nicely. still has his moments where he needs to take you exactly how he wants, and can get really rough when slamming into you, his hands holding your hips in place.

➺ has an oral fixation. he needs to be kissing, biting, licking, sucking on something whenever the two of you get intimate. whether its kissing bruises into your skin, biting down on your shoulder, sucking on your lip, licking you up and down, his mouth needs to be working.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! teacher reader.

OOOOOO MAMA THIS IS MY MANNNNNNN THIS IS MY HUSBANDDDDD THIS IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILDRENNNNNNN. I am so normal about him. totally not batshit insane over him what so ever. Also, this is not a self insert because I am definitely not a teacher!! why would you even ask that, thats so weird. how dare you.

WC: 3264. (the absolute crack this gave me needs to be studied.)

November 11th was three months away almost to the exact day, and the entire classroom was scribbling letters to veterans and active members alike. 

There was no telling if anyone would answer, but they wrote letters regardless. The board had instructions, as well as the big words some of the kids struggled to spell. 

You sat at your desk, and graded last week's math test as the kids whispered to one another about what was going into their letters. The rules were simple, no personal information other than your name, age and grade, and don’t ask any gory or violent questions. 

Most of the letters would involve something along the lines of “thank you for your service” and “is it scary being in a different country without your mom?”

Kid things.

That's not my name, silly. You call them by their government name, instead of the pet name you have for them TF141 x reader headcannons//Imagines a/n: thank you, anon, for the request. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Captain Johnathan Price

“Old man”

You and Price had been happily married for some time now, and with that shared history came small, deeply ingrained forms of intimacy. Specifically, you almost exclusively referred to him as ‘old man.’ Because he was, in fact, your old man.

Price absolutely adored it. To him, the nickname solidified his position in the relationship, but more importantly, he was a traditional man at heart. The weight of that title felt like more of an ‘I do’ than any gold ring ever could. Because it had become your ultimate default, you almost never used his actual name. Ever.

Well, that was until very specific situations forced you to do otherwise.

You had been happily married for as long as you could remember, yet here you were on the evening of your anniversary, dressed beautifully with a temper hot enough to match. Your poor old man had completely forgotten what today was. In his defense, work had been incredibly tense recently, but having finally secured some rare, precious time at home to relax and enjoy with you, the date had slipped clean through his fingers.

high sex drive!dino headcanons

high sex drive!dino who keeps being made fun of by his friends and roommates for having to change his boxers multiple times a day because he precums like crazy!!

high sex drive!dino who has to keep fisting his cock each morning and night, mouth open in a silent “o”, so he won’t be randomly hard during the day around you (like that one time he was unbelievably hard on an amusement park date)

high sex drive!dino who can go round after round. you challenged him one day, believing that your sex drive was higher than his—that your stamina and drive can last longer. you really regretted that decision after he made you cum for the fourth time, the plat plat plat sound of his hips meeting yours had turned into a squelch from dino’s cum leaking from your little hole. “Not so cocky now, huh? just be quiet and take this cock.”

high sex drive!dino who’s biggest kink is you sucking him off. the thought of you, on your knees in front of his leaking cock, was what made him so hard during the day. so, naturally, he used your mouth every second of everyday when you two were together. just minutes before his photoshoot, he had you in his dressing room, fist full of your hair while you gagged around his length. he has to film a tiktok? he has convinced you that the only way he can get a perfect take is by you sucking him dry beforehand. his abs would tense, his face tilting upward with a groan as he pumped his cum down your throat for the third time that day.

high sex drive!dino who gets whiny when you are away for too long or you’re stuck in traffic or whatever reason—because why can’t he just fuck you when he’s hard? expect a facetime call when you’re out with your friends; your screen lighting up with him lazily stroking his cock, naked on the bed. “I miss you and your pussy. come home.”

Synopsis: Friends kiss friends drunk.

requested: riding Dino’s thick fingers with all his rings on and leaving love bites all over his thick shoulders/chest.

Warning: mdni, 18+, friend! Dino, friend! reader, friend! svt, drinking, brief mention of masturbation (m rec.), dino wears rings, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, riding, messy kisses, reader needs to get laid, and dino is happy to help, mutual feelings, dom! Dino, teasing, nicknames (baby, pretty girl) etc.

wc: 3k+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

Sometimes, when you're drunk, friends kiss friends.

Alcohol lowers everyone's inhibitions, and it's only natural that you're pulling Dino to you with a giggling hiccup. A slurred, "c'mere," makes it past your lips before Dino crashes into you. His arms wrap around your waist, and your fingers curl into the front of his jacket, and somehow his lips find yours.

Friends kiss friends drunk, but you're not entirely sure they keep going past a sloppy make-out.

Your eyelashes flutter, your mouth parts, and a soft moan slips past your glossy lips as Dino trails his kisses down your jaw and neck. His warm hands are holding you by the waist, keeping you flushed against his firm body as he pins you to the door of your apartment, making you see stars.

I love your headcanons so far so could I please claim the 🌑 emoji??- i have lots of thots (im in my 20s)

hey 🌑 anon, I hope you enjoy this and I'm looking forward to your thots!!

18+ content, MDNI

Virgin Dino who as soon as he meets you at the office has the fattest crush on you, you've got that whole slightly older woman thing going on and he just wants to be near you all the time.

Virgin Dino who finally, after weeks, plucks up the courage to ask you out. He's bumbling and tripping over his words but he eventually manages to get his words out and his heart pounds when you sheepishly say yes to a date.

Virgin Dino who is the perfect gentleman and takes you on some of the most thoughtful dates you've ever been on. He gets all shy when you hold his hand or kiss him good night and you love how cute he is.

Virgin Dino who suddenly stops messaging you back and doesn't pick up calls, even at the office he avoids you and you start to wonder if you've done something wrong or to upset him.

First date with loser!Dino x Reader head canons No Warnings for this one it's all cute fluff this time guys!

First date! Dino took forever to ask you out actually, he saw you all the time at work. While you didn't technically work in the same department, he did see you in passing all the time and made light conversations with you. Brief good mornings over the coffee machine, mid-day "how are you's?" during lunchtime in the break room, and sometimes there would be small conversations in passing in the hallways.

First date! Dino was a stuttering mess when he did finally ask you out, it took you by surprise you definitely weren't expecting Lee Chan from Accounting to ask you out, but you've always secretly hoped he would. It was cute to see him stumbling over his words and that cute blush taking over his cheeks. Absolutely darling, you think to yourself watching him finish the question shooting you a dimpled grin.

"Yeah I'd love to Chan" your response must also surprise him because his head shoots up to look at you with wide, sparkling eyes accompanied by the biggest smile you think you've ever seen in your life.

"Really?!?" his voice cracking at first, Dino then clears his throat trying (and failing) to be nonchalant now. "I mean, awesome that would be great. I could pick you up next Saturday afternoon?" He dares to glance over at you, seeing that you're nodding and equally as excited as he is it makes his shoulders relax and his stomach unknot just a bit.

First date! Dino didn't realize that day when he asked you out and settled for Saturday afternoon, that he had also planned to make a trip back home that same day to see his family for the weekend, he double booked his plans. He panic paced his apartment the day before mulling over the options, cancelling certainly wasn't one- not when he had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out. Dino also knew he couldn't cancel on his family, this was a rare weekend he got off work, and he had already promised his halmeoni a visit while he was there too, he had to get creative.

First date! Dino had already made his decision on what to do when he pulled up to your place on Saturday, he was going to take you with him to his hometown and he hoped it wouldn't backfire massively. "So, what is the plan for today?" You ask while sliding into the passenger seat of the car, Dino grips the steering wheel nervously before answering, hoping you would be okay with the plan and not run away thinking he was insane for even suggesting it.

"Ah, so I accidentally overbooked my day, and I was supposed to go home to see my family…" he pauses giving you a sidelong look, you haven't tried to leave the car or end the date yet so he takes that as a sign to keep explaining. "And I was thinking that maybe, if you were okay with it, I could just take you along with me?" Dino rushes out the final sentence like ripping off a bandage, fully prepared for you to say no, or offer to reschedule or even call him nuts and never hear from you again because let's be honest; who suggests meeting family as a first date?

"Oh! That actually sounds really fun Chan, I'd love to go along" you agree easily, reaching over to buckle yourself into the seat giving Dino a bright smile of reassurance.

First date! Dino should have really thought this idea of bringing you back to his hometown through more. As soon as you two stepped through the door his mom was already fussing over you, "oh Channie look at her! She is just so beautiful, and you brought her home? That's a big step for our Channie you know!" His mother cooed while pinching his cheeks and fawning over you, and you couldn't help but notice and be endeared by the cutest blush starting to cover his ears and cheeks.

First date! Dino swats his mother's hands away gently, then rubs his cheeks like he can erase the blush appearing there. He's trying so hard to play it off in front of you "ah Mom, I've brought girls over before (he hasn't) this isn't big news" he guides you through the house to his old room, where he's hoping you can get a quiet few moments alone with you.

First date! Dino watches from his bed as you wander around his old room, looking at all the old photos of him, trophies he's earned and certificates won. Your fingers lightly brushing over everything smiling a little at his displayed memories, "debate team captain hm, and you did baseball" you nod towards his medals and trophies with a raised eyebrow "I'm impressed Chan."

Dino rubs the back of his neck and chuckles walking up to where you stand, that blush turning his ears pink as you discover his previous accomplishments. "Oh, those…yeah they were just some things my Mom wanted me to do in school, it's no big deal" he picks up the baseball trophy as he speaks looking it over with a dismissive demeanor, trying to be cool about it but he ends up fumbling it to the ground cursing his butter fingers under his breath.

First date! Dino absolutely melts as he hears your laugh watching him drop the trophy, he looks up at you through his lashes to see your smile nearly reaching your eyes as you giggle. His heart is pounding in his ears so hard he nearly misses his Mom calling out for him to come help her and the neighborhood ajumma's make kimchi in the kitchen.

First date! Dino really didn't think bringing you here would be this big of a deal but his halmeoni and her friends were certainly making it so hard to impress you. It started out innocent enough, when you two first came into the kitchen, one of the ajumma's nearly squealed with delight seeing him. "Oh look at you Channie! You've grown up so much!" She reaches over to pinch his biceps as she talks, "and so strong now too look at you! Remember when you could hardly lift this bowl off the floor for us, I bet you could now!" The ladies erupt in giggles making Dino want to sink into the floor in embarrassment.

First date! Dino can literally feel your eyes on him as the older women surround and fawn over him, he can hear your stifled giggles as he tries to shake the women off. "Okay, okay lets make kimchi yeah? That's why I came here to help" he shoots you a lopsided smile as you both sit down on the floor across the stainless steel bowl from each other, he's hoping working on the kimchi will change the subject.

First date! Dino could not possibly blush any harder than he is right now when the attention turned to you instead, his Halmeoni bringing up all the stories of his childhood and of course it's complete with photos. "Did I show you the one of his first school play in the third grade?? He played a flower, and poor Channie he even forgot the one line he had to say!" His grandmother begins to pull up the photos on her phone to show a very interested you, "see right here he was a daisy…"

First date! Dino clears his throat loudly and quickly interrupting his grandmother before any photo evidence can be shown and ruin his chances with you, "okay I think we've pretty much finished with the kimchi! Wanna go take a walk with me y/n?" He extends a hand out to you to help you up off the floor, his dimpled smile bright and inviting as you take his hand lacing your fingers together easily.

First date! Dino leads you through the backyard showing you the play set he used to play on all the time as a kid, then he led you through the hole in the fence that he used to sneak out of in high school to go meet up with friends at the local arcades because Dino of course, didn't go to parties when he was a teenager.

Eventually the gravel trail led to a forest edge, you pause and Dino looks over his shoulder and tugs your hand slightly "trust me?" You nod and move your feet easily keeping pace with him through the brush and trees admiring the scenery surrounding you two as you walk. You two make small idle talk, about his life growing up here, what his favorite things to do were and honestly you don't think you've ever heard Chan open up this much to you before. It's sweet to see how brightly he shines when he speaks about his family and friends, how sparkling his eyes get when he excitedly tells you about a memory that happened at a nearby park or tree that he points to, you're absolutely enamored by him.

First date! Dino eventually leads you both to a little run down and abandoned boat dock he helps lead you, carefully avoiding to rotted wood planks before slipping his shoes off and sitting down on the edge and dipping his toes in the lake. You follow his lead and let your feet skim the cool water too, "thank you for coming with me today, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did" Dino nudges your shoulder giving you a sideways glance.

"I did! I promise, it was really a lot of fun seeing where you grew up" you shoot him a sincere and warm smile nudging him back, and then resting your head on his shoulder. "I'd like to hang out again sometime if you'd like" you suggest turning your head just slightly to look up at him, and the way the setting sun catches his face is jaw dropping, has he always been this handsome?

First date! Dino holds his breath when your head rests on his shoulder and when he looks down to answer you and sees that your plush pouty lips are just a breath away from his, silently begging to be kissed. Well he couldn't resist closing the distance, and getting his very first kiss right there on the dock with the prettiest girl he knows. When he pulls back and catches his breath he's able to rasp out "yeah, let's do this again" his cheeks are an obvious red now and not just because of the sunset.

First date with loser!Dino x Reader head canons No Warnings for this one it's all cute fluff this time guys!

First date! Dino took forever to ask you out actually, he saw you all the time at work. While you didn't technically work in the same department, he did see you in passing all the time and made light conversations with you. Brief good mornings over the coffee machine, mid-day "how are you's?" during lunchtime in the break room, and sometimes there would be small conversations in passing in the hallways.

First date! Dino was a stuttering mess when he did finally ask you out, it took you by surprise you definitely weren't expecting Lee Chan from Accounting to ask you out, but you've always secretly hoped he would. It was cute to see him stumbling over his words and that cute blush taking over his cheeks. Absolutely darling, you think to yourself watching him finish the question shooting you a dimpled grin.

"Yeah I'd love to Chan" your response must also surprise him because his head shoots up to look at you with wide, sparkling eyes accompanied by the biggest smile you think you've ever seen in your life.

"Really?!?" his voice cracking at first, Dino then clears his throat trying (and failing) to be nonchalant now. "I mean, awesome that would be great. I could pick you up next Saturday afternoon?" He dares to glance over at you, seeing that you're nodding and equally as excited as he is it makes his shoulders relax and his stomach unknot just a bit.

First date! Dino didn't realize that day when he asked you out and settled for Saturday afternoon, that he had also planned to make a trip back home that same day to see his family for the weekend, he double booked his plans. He panic paced his apartment the day before mulling over the options, cancelling certainly wasn't one- not when he had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out. Dino also knew he couldn't cancel on his family, this was a rare weekend he got off work, and he had already promised his halmeoni a visit while he was there too, he had to get creative.

First date! Dino had already made his decision on what to do when he pulled up to your place on Saturday, he was going to take you with him to his hometown and he hoped it wouldn't backfire massively. "So, what is the plan for today?" You ask while sliding into the passenger seat of the car, Dino grips the steering wheel nervously before answering, hoping you would be okay with the plan and not run away thinking he was insane for even suggesting it.

"Ah, so I accidentally overbooked my day, and I was supposed to go home to see my family…" he pauses giving you a sidelong look, you haven't tried to leave the car or end the date yet so he takes that as a sign to keep explaining. "And I was thinking that maybe, if you were okay with it, I could just take you along with me?" Dino rushes out the final sentence like ripping off a bandage, fully prepared for you to say no, or offer to reschedule or even call him nuts and never hear from you again because let's be honest; who suggests meeting family as a first date?

"Oh! That actually sounds really fun Chan, I'd love to go along" you agree easily, reaching over to buckle yourself into the seat giving Dino a bright smile of reassurance.

First date! Dino should have really thought this idea of bringing you back to his hometown through more. As soon as you two stepped through the door his mom was already fussing over you, "oh Channie look at her! She is just so beautiful, and you brought her home? That's a big step for our Channie you know!" His mother cooed while pinching his cheeks and fawning over you, and you couldn't help but notice and be endeared by the cutest blush starting to cover his ears and cheeks.

First date! Dino swats his mother's hands away gently, then rubs his cheeks like he can erase the blush appearing there. He's trying so hard to play it off in front of you "ah Mom, I've brought girls over before (he hasn't) this isn't big news" he guides you through the house to his old room, where he's hoping you can get a quiet few moments alone with you.

First date! Dino watches from his bed as you wander around his old room, looking at all the old photos of him, trophies he's earned and certificates won. Your fingers lightly brushing over everything smiling a little at his displayed memories, "debate team captain hm, and you did baseball" you nod towards his medals and trophies with a raised eyebrow "I'm impressed Chan."

Dino rubs the back of his neck and chuckles walking up to where you stand, that blush turning his ears pink as you discover his previous accomplishments. "Oh, those…yeah they were just some things my Mom wanted me to do in school, it's no big deal" he picks up the baseball trophy as he speaks looking it over with a dismissive demeanor, trying to be cool about it but he ends up fumbling it to the ground cursing his butter fingers under his breath.

First date! Dino absolutely melts as he hears your laugh watching him drop the trophy, he looks up at you through his lashes to see your smile nearly reaching your eyes as you giggle. His heart is pounding in his ears so hard he nearly misses his Mom calling out for him to come help her and the neighborhood ajumma's make kimchi in the kitchen.

First date! Dino really didn't think bringing you here would be this big of a deal but his halmeoni and her friends were certainly making it so hard to impress you. It started out innocent enough, when you two first came into the kitchen, one of the ajumma's nearly squealed with delight seeing him. "Oh look at you Channie! You've grown up so much!" She reaches over to pinch his biceps as she talks, "and so strong now too look at you! Remember when you could hardly lift this bowl off the floor for us, I bet you could now!" The ladies erupt in giggles making Dino want to sink into the floor in embarrassment.

First date! Dino can literally feel your eyes on him as the older women surround and fawn over him, he can hear your stifled giggles as he tries to shake the women off. "Okay, okay lets make kimchi yeah? That's why I came here to help" he shoots you a lopsided smile as you both sit down on the floor across the stainless steel bowl from each other, he's hoping working on the kimchi will change the subject.

First date! Dino could not possibly blush any harder than he is right now when the attention turned to you instead, his Halmeoni bringing up all the stories of his childhood and of course it's complete with photos. "Did I show you the one of his first school play in the third grade?? He played a flower, and poor Channie he even forgot the one line he had to say!" His grandmother begins to pull up the photos on her phone to show a very interested you, "see right here he was a daisy…"

First date! Dino clears his throat loudly and quickly interrupting his grandmother before any photo evidence can be shown and ruin his chances with you, "okay I think we've pretty much finished with the kimchi! Wanna go take a walk with me y/n?" He extends a hand out to you to help you up off the floor, his dimpled smile bright and inviting as you take his hand lacing your fingers together easily.

First date! Dino leads you through the backyard showing you the play set he used to play on all the time as a kid, then he led you through the hole in the fence that he used to sneak out of in high school to go meet up with friends at the local arcades because Dino of course, didn't go to parties when he was a teenager.

Eventually the gravel trail led to a forest edge, you pause and Dino looks over his shoulder and tugs your hand slightly "trust me?" You nod and move your feet easily keeping pace with him through the brush and trees admiring the scenery surrounding you two as you walk. You two make small idle talk, about his life growing up here, what his favorite things to do were and honestly you don't think you've ever heard Chan open up this much to you before. It's sweet to see how brightly he shines when he speaks about his family and friends, how sparkling his eyes get when he excitedly tells you about a memory that happened at a nearby park or tree that he points to, you're absolutely enamored by him.

First date! Dino eventually leads you both to a little run down and abandoned boat dock he helps lead you, carefully avoiding to rotted wood planks before slipping his shoes off and sitting down on the edge and dipping his toes in the lake. You follow his lead and let your feet skim the cool water too, "thank you for coming with me today, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did" Dino nudges your shoulder giving you a sideways glance.

"I did! I promise, it was really a lot of fun seeing where you grew up" you shoot him a sincere and warm smile nudging him back, and then resting your head on his shoulder. "I'd like to hang out again sometime if you'd like" you suggest turning your head just slightly to look up at him, and the way the setting sun catches his face is jaw dropping, has he always been this handsome?

First date! Dino holds his breath when your head rests on his shoulder and when he looks down to answer you and sees that your plush pouty lips are just a breath away from his, silently begging to be kissed. Well he couldn't resist closing the distance, and getting his very first kiss right there on the dock with the prettiest girl he knows. When he pulls back and catches his breath he's able to rasp out "yeah, let's do this again" his cheeks are an obvious red now and not just because of the sunset.

(Lee Chan x Reader)

*Romance, Slece Of Life, Fluff Domestic Love, Established Relationship, Late-Night Intimacy Comfort*

The city was quiet in that soft, comforting way it only ever was past midnight.

Streetlights flickered like sleepy stars outside your window, casting a warm glow across the room. The world felt paused no noise, no rush, just the low hum of the night and the faint sound of music playing from Dino’s phone.

You were sprawled across the bed, half under the blanket, half tangled in it, lazily scrolling through nothing in particular. Dino sat on the floor with his back against the bed, hoodie slightly oversized, hair messy from running his hands through it too many times.

“Come down here,” he mumbled, not even turning around.

You peeked over the edge of the mattress. “Why?”

He reached up blindly, grabbing your wrist and tugging gently. “Because I said so.”

You laughed but let yourself slide down anyway, ending up beside him on the floor. It was colder there, but he didn’t give you time to complain his arm slipped around your shoulders instantly, pulling you close like it was second nature.

It was second nature.

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “You’re clingy tonight.”

“Only tonight?” he teased, pressing his cheek lightly against your hair.

“Hmm… maybe every night.”

He hummed, satisfied with that answer.

For a while, neither of you said anything. The music kept playing soft R&B, the kind that blended into the background and made everything feel slower. Dino’s thumb traced lazy patterns on your arm, absentminded, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

You noticed anyway.

“You’re doing that thing again,” you whispered.

“What thing?”

“The… tracing. You always do it when you’re sleepy.”

He paused for a second, then continued like nothing happened. “Maybe I just like touching you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers intertwined with his anyway. “Smooth.”

“I try.”

Silence settled again, heavier this time but not uncomfortable. Just full. The kind of silence that only exists when you know someone too well to need words.

After a while, you shifted slightly. “Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about how we ended up like this?”

He tilted his head, finally glancing down at you. “Like what?”

“Like… this,” you repeated softly. “Late nights, doing nothing, but it still feels like everything.”

He smiled small, genuine, the kind he only really showed around you.

“All the time,” he admitted. “It’s kinda crazy.”

You nudged him lightly. “Crazy good or crazy bad?”

“Obviously good.” He scoffed, pulling you closer. “You think I’d be here at…” He checked his phone. “2:17 a.m. if it wasn’t?”

“Maybe you’re just bored.”

“Yeah,” he said, deadpan. “That’s why I’m holding your hand.”

You snorted, squeezing his fingers. “Shut up.”

He leaned his head against yours, voice softer now. “I like this, though. Just… us. No schedules, no people, no noise.”

You nodded, eyes growing heavier. “Me too.”

A few minutes passed, and your breathing slowed. Dino noticed immediately.

“You’re falling asleep,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not,” you mumbled, already halfway gone.

“Liar.”

You didn’t respond this time.

He carefully adjusted, pulling the blanket down from the bed and wrapping it around both of you. Then he shifted so you were more comfortable, your head now resting against his chest.

For a second, he just looked at you really looked.

Messy hair, relaxed expression, completely at ease.

His.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight,” he murmured, even though you were already asleep.

Outside, the city stayed quiet.

{You unknowingly share aphrodisiac chocolates with your best friend Choso}

Bestfriend!Choso x f!Reader (veryy needy choso

MDNI (18+): Public, over clothes, pinv, oral (giving receiving), rough, biting, scratching, whiny Choso for the win, all with consent, aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, unprotected, searching relief.

*not proof read*

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It really was an innocent gesture, you didn’t know aphrodisiac chocolates were a things.

If you did, never in a thousand years would you have shared them with your best friend.

"These look amazing," he'd said when you handed them over, that shy smile spreading across his face. His dark hair was still damp from the shower. "You didn't have to—"

"It's your birthday, Cho. Of course I did!" You'd grinned at him, opening the box. "My friend swears by these edibles, thought they might make the movie experience a little better."

And they would alright.

That was forty-five minutes ago.

Now his living room was set up for movie night, the new release you'd both been dying to see queued up on the TV. Four of his frat brothers and one of their girlfriends were sprawled across the couches and on floor waiting for the movie to start. Someone had made popcorn, the lights were dimmed, just the perfect setting

And something was clearly wrong with Choso.

You noticed it gradually. The way he kept shifting his weight on the couch next to you, tugging at his jeans. The way his face was flushed despite the cool temperature. The way he kept gravitating closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours, finding excuses to touch your arm or your shoulder.

"You okay?" you whispered when his hand brushed your knee for the third time in the last 2 minutes.

"Yeah, I just—" He ran a hand over his face. "Man, those edibles aren't working right."

"What do you mean?"

"It just feels weird." He wouldn't meet your eyes. "Like, it’s really warm. And I can't... I can't focus on anything."

The more he explained the more you realized you were also feeling the same, your own skin felt too hot, too sensitive, and the movie wasn’t pulling you in anymore. You've been trying to ignore it, the way your pulse was racing, the way every tiny touch from Choso sent sparks through you, he’s your best friend, he’s touched you before so why the reaction?

"Maybe you took too many?" Your voice came out breathier than you would’ve liked.

"Maybe." He shifted again, and you caught the way his hand drifted down his abdomen toward his crotch before he stopped himself. He was struggling. "I'm gonna go get some water."

But he didn't move. Just sat there, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, his eyes slowly drifted to your hand that was laying on your lap, his own hand slowly crawling towards it but only to trace the outline of your fingers, as if they were pulling him into a trance. You pulled back your hand, sending one of those ‘what’s happening?’ looks towards your friend

"Choso—"

"Sorry." He pulled back quickly, looking embarrassed and genuinely surprised by his own doing. "Sorry, I-I don't know what that was."

He quickly got up and nearly fell over trying to get to the kitchen, a few seconds later he came back with that same flush on his face.

When he sat back down, he was even closer than before. His thigh pressed firmly against yours, his shoulder touching yours. You could feel him trembling.

All you could focus on was Choso next to you, your head was yelling at him to touch you, and you cussed yourself out for that because why would you think that??

Heat pooled low in your stomach everytime there was a ghost of a touch. Your own breathing getting shallow, an aching need building with every passing minute.

When his hand settled on your thigh finally, you actually had to bite back a whimper. His fingers flexed against you, and even through your jeans the touch felt like it was about to burn through.

That’s when it hit you, what the hell kind of chocolate did you guys eat?

You quickly pulled out your phone, typing the name of the brand.

*Aphrodisiac Truffles - Premium Blend. Recommended dose: 1/2 a chocolate per person.*

Oh fuck.

You turned towards Choso, his lip being his victim as he kept biting at it.

"Choso, how many did you eat?" You whispered pointing at the picture of the product on your phone

"Three. Maybe four of them?" He looked panicked now. "Why? What's in them?" He whispered with a snap to his tone.

You showed him your phone and the color drain from his face.

"Oh fuck." His voice came out strangled. "Oh fuck—" He cut himself off, his hand gripping tighter around your thigh. "I'm literally so hard it hurts. I've been hard for like half an hour and it won't go away and I keep thinking about—" He stopped again, looking mortified, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not alert anyone around. "You gave me sex chocolate—"

"Well I’m also a victime here!" You retorted back in a whisper yell, your own panic setting in.

You grabbed the blanket that had been sitting on the arm of the couch, draping it over both your laps as to try and hide the very obvious bulge in his pants to save himself from public shame. To anyone else, it just looked like two friends sitting close, sharing warmth.

Choso thigh pressed hard against yours, his right hand fisting his hair as if trying to keep himself together.

"Just try to relax," you whispered, but your own voice was shaky. That ache between your legs was getting worse, a loud throbbing that made it hard to think straight. "It'll pass—"

"It's not passing." His breathing was ragged. "It's getting worse." He didn’t even look at you anymore.

Around you, the movie continued, people laughing at something on screen and just completely oblivious to the two of you.

After a few minutes of struggle you feel his hand grab at yours under the blanket, and before you could react, he was guiding it between his legs, pressing your palm directly against the front of his jeans without any warning. The way you breathed, the way you bit your lip trying to stay cool this whole time, he was genuinely losing it.

He was rock hard beneath the denim, the outline of his cock heavy under your palm. You could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, could feel him throb as your hand made contact. The touch sent a jolt straight through you making that ache intensify to a heartbeat until you had to press your thighs together.

"Choso—" You glanced around but no one was looking at you two in the corner.

"I know." His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, clearly embarrassed by his sudden bold move. His hips shifted, pressing harder into your touch, and he immediately buried his face in your shoulder to muffle the sound that escaped him. "I-I need something—" He was flush against yours side, right arm draped around the couch behind you.

You felt his breath hot against your neck, felt the way his whole body was trembling with the effort of staying quiet. When you reflexively squeezed around him, a desperate whimper came out of him muffled against your shoulder. You were looking down at him, his flushed face doing something to you, your best friend was hot, but holy shit you’d never noticed it that much before.

"Fuck," he breathed into your neck. "Do that again. Please."

There was something different about him now. The usual shyness was still there, the way his voice shook, but his desperation made him suddenly very bold, giving the lightest thrusts into your palm..

"Please," he whispered against your skin, his hand covered yours under the blanket, pressing down harder. "Please, just—I need something. Anything."

You could feel him getting harder, if that was even possible. Could feel the way his cock strained against his jeans, probably painful at this point. His breathing was getting heavier against your neck, goosebumps never ceasing to exist on your skin as he spread his thighs slightly to give you better access.

"There’s people here," you whispered, but you were already moving your hand, palming him through the denim. Your own body was screaming for touch, for friction, for anything to relieve the desperate ache.

"I don't care." His voice cracked against your shoulder. "I don't—fuck—I don't care. Just keep going."

His hips were moving more confidently, subtle little thrusts up into your hand that he couldn't seem to stop. Under the blanket, hidden from view, he was completely falling apart. His hand stayed over yours, guiding the pressure, showing you what he needed. Every movement made him whimper softly into your shoulder, the crook of your neck making sure to muffle all of it.

His other hand that was around your shoulder slide under the blanket, moving to your thigh.

"Can I—" His voice was wrecked already, his head lifting up from your shoulder to look at you with those half lidded, pleading eyes.

"Mhm." You couldn’t speak, you were aching, throbbing, hot, your body screaming for release at this point.

His hand slid between your legs and even through your jeans the pressure made you gasp. He pressed the heel of his palm against you, you but your lip to keep from making any sound. It felt good, entirely too good for what it was—finally some friction where you needed it most.

"Oh fuck," he breathed out, his forehead resting on your temple now, eyes never leaving your face as you were fighting to keep it down, making him twitch in his pants from your expressions alone.

"Don't stop," you whispered frantically. "Please don't stop Cho."

His hand moved, rubbing slow circles against you through the denim, and you had to bury your own face against his shoulder now to muffle your reaction. The pressure was perfect, hitting exactly where you needed it, the combined with the feeling of him throbbing under your palm, twitching whenever you squeezed at his length, it was almost too much.

"Harder," he gasped, his hips thrusting up into your hand. "Please, harder—"

You pressed the heel of your palm against him and dragged up, feeling the rigid length of him. He made a choked sound that he barely managed to suppress, his back arching off slightly from the couch, disguising the sound as a low cough. His hand between your legs pressing harder in response, it sent a jolt through your whole body, almost making you break right then and there.

Someone laughed at something in the movie and you both froze for a second, remembering where you were. But Choso's hand didn't stop moving, rubbing frantic circles that made your thighs tremble. And your hand stayed on his cock, feeling him starting to leak through the fabric.

"Oh god," you breathed into his shoulder as he found the perfect spot, the perfect pressure. Your hips were moving now too, grinding subtly against his hand, chasing the friction.

"You feel so good," he whispered desperately against your neck. "So fucking good—"

His hand moved to the hem of your jeans, popping the button off and skilfully sliding his fingers down, finding the screaming heartbeat between your legs with a shaky breath. You bit down on his shoulder through his shirt to keep from crying out. The ache was building, intensifying, your whole body wound tight and desperate for release.

His fingers tracing slow painful circles of your crying clit, barely putting any pressure which was driving you mad.

"I'm gonna come," he whispered frantically, his hips losing rhythm. "Gonna make me come in my jeans like a fucking teenager—" He let out a low laugh.

"Me too," you gasped against him. His hand between your legs using your pooling juices to slide between your folds but not sliding them in, you were so close, so desperately close—

"I can't—" His voice broke against your shoulder. "I can't do this. I need everyone to leave. Right now."

"Choso—"

He thrust up into your palm again, helpless, while his hand pressed hard between your legs. "I need to fuck you. Right now."

The words sent a shock through you, made that ache intensify until you thought you might die from it. You could feel how wet you were, the way he was touching you was driving you insane, the way ge was breathing, he was driving you insane.

"Okay," you breathed. "Okay, get them out. Please."

It took twenty minutes for everyone to clear out.

Twenty agonizing minutes of Choso standing rigid by the door, barely responding to birthday wishes, his eyes tracking you across the room with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You could see him struggling, see the way his hands clenched into fists, the way he shifted his weight trying to find relief through his jeans.

Finally, the last person left.

The door closed and Choso stood there for a moment, his back to you, his shoulders tense. Then he turned around and the look on his face made your breath catch.

Pure need and lust painfully spreading across his features. "Com’ere,"

You didn't hesitate. You crossed the room and he met you halfway, his hands immediately cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss that was all hunger. His lips were moving hastily against yours, his pierced tongue not letting you win over, and you moaned into him.

Your hands flew to his shirt, fumbling with the hem as he backed you toward his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. He was acting like he was starving, like he needed this more than anything at the moment, and you were right there, matching his intensity, your fingers finally getting his shirt over his head, your fingers finding their way into his hair.

"Fuck," he breathed against your mouth, his hands already working at your own shirt. You stumbled backward together, still locked in the kiss, your shirt coming off somewhere between the hallway and his doorway. His hands were on your bare skin now, roaming across your back, your sides, pulling you closer than you already were.

He kicked the bedroom door shut behind you both, and he pushed you against it, his body pressing into yours. His chest was bare and warm and you couldn't stop touching him—your hands sliding over his shoulders, his back, feeling the muscles tense under your palms.

"Need you right now," he whined as he fumbled with his belt, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe the words against your neck. "Please—"

"Show me." You start pushing him towards the bed, his body slumping down onto it.

You grabbed the hem of his jeans and boxers together, pulling at them until his glistening cock sprang free, flushed dark and leaking. He was painfully hard, and the sight of him made that ache between your legs go crazy, you couldn't think straight.

"Oh fuck—" His eyes went wide as you climbed over him, his hands sliding up and down your arms.

"Need you in my mouth," you said, and it wasn't a request. You were burning up, desperate, that throbbing need making you aggressive in a way you'd never been before.

You didn't wait for a response, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, giving him a light squeeze and tug before taking him into your mouth fully. He made a choked sound, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

"Fuck—" His hand flew to your hair but you were already moving, bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could while still finding space to slide your tongue flat against the underside of his dick. You were moaning around him, the taste of him making you clench around nothing, making that desperate ache worse.

"Oh god," he gasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, head digging into the pillow under him. "Your mouth—fuck—"

You hollowed your cheeks to create a bit more suction, tongue swirling around the sensitive swelling tip whenever you reached up, his hips started thrusting up to meet you. Not gentle, completely frantic and searching for his own release, like he couldn't help himself. You took it, took all of it, relaxing your throat and letting him fuck your mouth while you moaned around him.

"I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice breaking. "I'm—"

You didn't pull off. You pushed yourself down, swallowed around him, watching his abs contracting with every swallow, feeling his release spilling down your throat. You swallowed it all, working him through it, and when you pulled off a string of saliva and cum connected his cock to your lips still, bringing the back of your hand up to wipe it away.

But he was still hard.

"Me too," he growled, and before you could process it he was shoving you back on the bed, yanking your own jeans and underwear down in one rough motion like you had just done to him.

"Cho—" You barely got his name out before his mouth was on you.

"Fuck," You breathed out, his tongue piercing sending a cool wave through your heated core, the vibration of his own moans at the taste of you making you gasp. "m’so fucking good—"

He didn't ease into it. He dove in like a man starving, his tongue flat and broad as he licked up your entire slit, messy, extremely messy. The sound he made was obscene—a deep, guttural moan like he'd just started eating his favorite meal.

"Oh my god—" Your hands flew to his hair as he did it again, licking you from bottom to top, not caring that his face was getting covered in you. He was making a mess of it, sloppy and frantic, you could barely think through the wet obscene sounds filling the room.

"So sweet," he panted against you, and then you felt his fingers—two of them sliding inside you without warning, his rings sending another electric feel whenever they brushed your entrance, pushing in deep and hard while his tongue kept working.

"Fuck—Choso—" The combination made you cry out, your back arching off the bed. His fingers didn't ease in gently, they drove in hard, pumping fast and aggressive while his mouth latched onto your clit.

"So fucking perfect—" he groaned into you, the vibration traveling through your whole body. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that soft spot that made you see stars, and he didn't let up. He kept pumping them in hard, relentless strokes while his tongue flicked over your clit frantically.

His free hand gripped your thigh open while the other worked inside you, scissors inside you while his eyes feasted themselves on your whiny moans, then he added a third finger, fully stretching you, driving in so deep you were shaking you could feel him everywhere.

"Yes-yes f—uck" You couldn't form coherent thoughts. The sight of him between your legs, his face glistening with you, his fingers disappearing inside you over and over, the desperate sounds he was making just by working you up, it was too much.

He pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his chin dripping, but his fingers never stopped. "Shit," whined out your name, his voice wrecked, watching his own fingers pump into you. "You're so tight around my fingers—" He looked at you through his lashes, strands of his loose hair freely falling around his face. “You sure you didn’t give me those on purpose?” He chuckled, lowering himself to your thigh, leaving a mix of soft hard and kisses and bites.

Then his mouth was back on your clit and you nearly screamed. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over it frantically while his fingers drove in harder, faster, digging every sound out of you.

"Don't stop—" You were grinding against his face now, riding his fingers, chasing that friction, and he let you, encouraged it even. His free hand moved to your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth while the other kept that brutal pace inside you.

He was being so messy—spit and your wetness covering his face, dripping down his chin, coating his fingers as they pumped in and out of you. The wet sounds were obscene, filthy, and he didn't give a single fuck. He just kept devouring you like it was the best thing he'd ever experienced.

"Fuck, look at you," you gasped, looking down at him. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and the sight of him—face buried in your pussy, fingers buried inside you, eyes dark and hungry, thise puppy eyes completely lost in you, a sight you didn’t know you needed till just now.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, too fast. The drug from the chocolate made everything so intense, every nerve ending on fire.

"I'm gonna come—" you warned, but he just groaned louder, fingers curling into that perfect spot and driving in so deep you couldn't breathe.

You came with a broken cry, your whole body arching off the bed, clenching hard around his fingers, and he didn't stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept pumping his fingers through your orgasm, working you through it while you shook and gasped his name. When you finally came down he pulled back, his face absolutely covered in you, his fingers still inside you, and he looked drunk on it.

"Need to be inside you," he panted, slowly pulling his fingers out and moving up your body. "Right now—", he climbed further on top of you, giving time to lick and kiss his way from your stomach, circling your navel, to your breasts, taking a hardened bud into his mouth with a gentle tug. Eyes fluttering to you to take in everything.

"Yes—" You were reaching for his shoulders trying to make him come up faster, still trembling from your orgasm but that ache was already building again. "Need you inside, please."

You pushed him off of you getting impatient, pinning him to his bed with ease.

You sank down on him in one hard motion and you both groaned. The stretch burned but you were so wet, so ready, it felt perfect. You didn't give either of you time to adjust—you just started moving, riding him hard and fast.

"Fuck," you gasped, your hands braced on his chest, the sensitivity of your last orgasm still coursing through, the feeling of him inside you alone making you almsot cum right then and there.

"Oh god—" His hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Fuck y’so good—"

You rode him harder, chasing that relief, that friction you needed so badly. Your thighs were burning but you couldn't stop, couldn't slow down, the tip of his length hittung that spot inside you just right. The sounds you were making were loud—desperate moans and whimpers straight out of a porn movie, you didn't even try to hold back.

"Harder," he gasped, his hips thrusting up to meet you. "Fuck me harder—"

You did, slamming down on him with bruising force, a broken guttering moan coming out of him. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, gripping hard into the plush skin, helping you move faster.

"I'm gonna come," he panted. "I can't—you feel s’good—"

"M’yeah?" you cooed at the needy man under you, grinding down on him. "Come inside me—"

He thrust up hard and came with a desperate groan, his cock pulsing inside you. But you weren't done—you were still moving, still chasing your own release, and he was still hard.

“Shit—“ His eyes rolled back into his head, shaking for the overstimulation, but it just felt so good. "Don't stop," he gasped. "Keep going—fuck’n use me—"

You rode him through his orgasm and into your own, your whole body going rigid as you came, clenching around him with agonizing tightness. The relief lasted maybe thirty seconds before that desperate ache came roaring back.

"More," you breathed. "I need more of you—"

He flipped you suddenly, pinning you under him, and thrust back inside before you could catch your breath. "I need all of you, god you feel good—"

"Yes—" You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Harder— h-harder—"

He did, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. You clawed at his back, leaving deep red marks, pulling him closer while you thrust back against him just as hard.

"Like that," you gasped. "Just like that—don't stop—"

He buried his face in your neck and fucked you harder, faster, his rhythm already getting frantic but not any slower. You could feel him getting close again, could feel your own orgasm building.

"Squeeze me," he panted against your skin. "I need to feel you come—"

Your body arched off the bed, the feeling of you clenching around him sent him over the edge. He thrust deep and came with a broken almost pathetic moan, his cock pulsing inside you, his white streaks getting lesser each time.

For maybe ten seconds, you both just shook, breather heavily while still basically eye fucking each other. You felt that need building again, felt him still hard inside you, his hips thrusting ever so slightly inside you still.

"Again," you demanded, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you to fuck me again—"

"Yeah I do." He pulled out and flipped you over roughly, pulling your hips up, pushing your face into the pillow. "I like that angle on you." You felt him smile against your neck.

He slammed back inside, both of you groaning at the new angle. He felt even deeper like this, hitting spots that made you see stars.

"Don't stop," you demanded, throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Don't you dare fucking stop—"

You twisted yourself to the side pulled him down into a desperate kiss as he thrust back inside, and you both moaned into each other's mouths, tongues messily fighting each other. His thrusts slowing downs, but no less intense—long, deep strokes that had you both shaking, the ridges of his tip teasing at your entrance whenever he pulled back out, only to slam back in.

"Touch yourself," he gasped against your lips. "I want to feel you come again—"

Your hand flew between your legs. You came again, and again, and he came with you each time, neither of you able or at least, wanted to stop.

You lost track after that—of how many times, of who initiated what. You rode him again. He fucked you against the wall. You pushed him down and took what you needed. He pinned you to the bed and gave it to you harder. Both of you desperate, aggressive, clawing at each other like you were fighting for relief.

Every time one of you came, the other was right there, demanding more. Every time you thought it was be over, that ache and need came roaring back and you were on each other again.

His usual stoic composure was completely gone, he was a bundle of pure need and lust. But you were just as demanding, just as aggressive, taking what you needed and giving it back just as hard.

"Deeper," you gasped at one point, your nails raking down his back. "I need you deeper—"

"Fuck—" He hitched your leg higher and thrust so deep you saw stars. "Like that?"

"Yes—don't stop—harder—"

He gave you everything you demanded like a good boy, and you gave it right back, both feeding off the praise.

You have no idea when the aphrodisiac finally started to wear off, only remembering you and him completely spent, fucked out, two bodies oozing sex in his bed.

Neither of you spoke. You just lay there in the wreckage of his bed, trying to catch your breath.

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You woke up still tangled together—your leg thrown over his hip, his arm pinned under your shoulders, both of you sticky with sweat and probably other things you weren't ready to think about just yet.

The first thing you noticed was the hickeys. They were everywhere. Dark purple marks trailing down his neck and chest, bite marks on his shoulders accompanied with light red scratches. When you shifted, you caught sight of your own thighs in the morning light, covered in the same crazy evidence.

"Oh my god," Choso groaned rubbing his eyes awake with both hands, his voice rough. He'd clearly just woken up too, he looked at you for a split second then back at the ceiling. "So,"

"Yeah." You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up, clutching the covers to your chest.

He turned his head to look at you, and his hair was an absolute disaster, you’d swear he got attacked during his sleep (which isn’t far from the truth). You probably looked just as bad. His eyes dropped to your neck and he winced, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm so sorry—"

"You're sorry?" You gestured at his chest, at the clear bite mark on his collarbone and scratched covering his shoulders. "You look worst than I do!"

He exhaled loudly, "You did this," he accused, but there was nothing mad to it, just a small tired laugh leaving him. "Those chocolates—"

"I didn't know!" But you were laughing now, and so was he, both of you still not moving apart. "You're the one who ate four of them!"

"You said they were edibles!"

"They kinda were!"

He dropped his head back against the pillow, groaning. "The guys are never gonna let me live this down. I kicked everyone out of my own birthday party because of a boner."

"To be fair, you seemed extremely motivated then."

"Oh my god." He covered his face with his free hand, but you could see him smiling between his palm. "This is so bad. This is—" He peeked at you through his fingers, a little unsure, his eyes becoming serious for a second. "But like, are we okay?"

You laughed at him, the way he just seemed so worried, you pinched his side to tease making him flinch away slightly, but still very much tangled up with him. "Hm, I think we're okay." You gave him a reassuring smile, your head hitting the pillow on your side.

"Good." He finally moved, stretching and wincing, his muscles probably aching at this point. "Because I'm gonna need help fixing this,” He gestured to the room looking a mess. You could only laugh, slowly getting up yourself and stretching not minding the cool breeze hitting your skin.

Choso suddenly turned the other way. “Your boobs— they’re out—“

“Are you serious right now?”

“I am.”

“Well, I was gonna offer to share a shower but clearly you won’t—“

You’ve never seen Choso whip his head this quickly at anything you’ve ever said.

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a/n: for @lovetaroandtaemin, my favourite crocheter and someone who always indulges all my ramblings 💕