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in which, you and your teammate jude share a close friendship that others view more as a relationship, but neither of you let that get into your heads. it's just jokes, right? or are there actually some hidden feelings that both of you are too scared to express verbally?
warnings : cussing, mentions of sex, fingering, jude refers to your pussy as "she", squirting, mentions of drinking and clubbing, making out, hickeys, cum eating
wc : 1.5k
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it's a warm saturday in may. your team has just won a match against athletic - with the help of you scoring two goals and jude scoring the third.
you're laying in the bathtub of your 3 bedroom apartment, eyes closed with a small but proud smile on your face.
the match went absolutely fucking great, even though you got a yellow card for talking shit.
a quiet sigh escapes your mouth at the feeling of your muscles relaxing in the warm water.
you chose not to go out and celebrate with the guys, since you're already familiar with how chaotic and loud it can get and you're just too tired for all that.
jude on the other hand is with the guys, drinking in the private club and celebrating, yet his minds occupied. he knows you don't like clubbing, but he was hoping you'd come. especially since you're the reason they won. he debated calling you multiple times, but he's decided against it everytime.
he really doesn't wanna bother you knowing how exhausted you get after matches, even the successful ones.
you get up from the bath, rinsing off the water from your naked body and stepping out to dry yourself off. you put on your pj's, a black tanktop and some random ass sweatpants your brother got you for christmas.
laying down in bed, you open tiktok on your phone and like every post praising you and the team for your guys's performance.
while enjoying your social media scroll, you get a notification from messages. it's jude, checking up on you.
you put your phone down with a quiet laugh, rolling around in bed to get comfy.
you and jude always piss each other off on purpose, finding the most fun in annoying the other.
fans always joke about how protective and gentle he is around you - both on and off the pitch. he hates seeing you get hurt, which is why he usually sacrifices himself and gets hurt instead. like that one time when a player from barca shoved you to the floor so jude body slammed him and got a straight red card. he says it was worth it though.
TIMESKIP - training
"pass it to me!" vini shouts at you from your left, motioning for you to kick the ball his way. you do as you're told, helping him score a goal which makes everyone cheer.
your coach writes down stats, nodding his head in proudness as he looks up at you. "another assist. good job. you're gonna be at top of the assist board if you keep going this direction, y/n."
"shit, that's cool." you mutter, biting your lip in consideration as you head over to the bench to grab a water of bottle.
jude walks over to you and sits down next to you, patting your thigh softly as he praises your skills. "good job, twat. you're starting to play better than me."
you laugh, throwing your head back before looking directly at him. "when have i ever played worse than you? you're forgetting i came from psg."
jude rolls his eyes, scoffing at your flexing. "yeah, well, im still better. or whatever. listen- kylians inviting everyone over tonight for some drinks. just at his place."
you raise your eyebrow, surprised. "seriously? his girlfriends finally letting us come over?"
"yeah. i was kinda fucking surprised too but, it's cool. you gonna go? keep me company?" he nudges you, seriously asking but in a playful tone so he doesn't seem too needy.
you hum, pretending to think about it, "hmm.. absolutely fucking not?"
jude scoffs, throwing his hands up in annoyance. "why the hell not? it's gonna be chill. swear."
"you literally know how much i hate gatherings, jude. im not coming."
he sighs, looking more disappointed than angry. "you're taking the piss, right? you can't be this antisocial forever."
"im not antisocial! i just.. protect my peace." you retort back, annoyed he's bringing this up.
"fine. i won't go either then."
"huh?"
"we'll hang, us two. i don't want you to be all alone again, mate."
".. okay. but at my place, yeah?"
he nods, smirking at the change of plans and standing up from the bench - walking over to mbappe to announce the news while you shake your head in disbelief, quietly mumbling "this guy.."
TIMESKIP - your apartment
the two of you are laying on your bed, judes head on your chest as you watch stupid yourube videos on your flat screen tv, enjoying eachothers peaceful company.
he looks up at you, glancing briefly at your lips before focusing on making eye contact.
"what?"
"can't believe it but.. you were actually right. this is far better than drinking with the lads."
"that's why i chose it over a night out everytime."
jude scoffs, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against your boobs which makes you raise your eyebrow.
"you're not slick."
"hm?"
you roll your eyes, smacking his head softly but letting him stay in the inappropriate position regardless.
jude kisses the top of your chest, just above your nipple. he rests his hand on your waist, kissing up to your neck.
"jude?"
you whisper, enjoying the feeling of his lips pressing against your skin. he continues to travel up your neck and chin, till he pauses above your lips.
jude looks up at you with hazy eyes, minty breath hitting your face - inches away.
"...."
suddenly, your phone rings. you exhale a shaky breath, grabbing your phone as jude moves away from your face.
"it's vini."
"fucks sake.."
you pick up, answering with a quiet hello?, vinis voice immediately coming through. jude watches you with a tight jaw, arms crossed over his chest, annoyed at the interruption.
he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, but he knows he was enjoying it - and so were you.
after a couple minutes of convincing a drunk vini to not hit up a second club, you hang up with a sigh.
he shuffles closer to you, kissing your neck again. when you don't protest, he keeps going. hands gripping your shirt as he sucks a dark hickey onto your skin.
"fuck.. keep doing that." you moan softly, leaning your head back so he has more space. judes hands find your face, bringing it close to his so he can kiss you. your lips press against his lovingly, softly kissing him to show how much this (and he) means to you. jude slips his tongue into your mouth, forcing another moan out of your throat as your tongues fight over dominance in your mouths.
you can feel yourself getting wet from the action, thighs pressed tightly against each other. he clearly notices this action, cause one of his hands leaves his face and moves to the waistband of your shorts, lips pulling away from yours to ask for consent. "can i?"
"please." you mumble, kissing him again as his hand slides into your shorts and into your panties. jude groans at how wet you already are, fingers finding your clit almost immediately and rubbing those delicious feeling circles that make any girl fall apart.
his lips move down to your sensitive neck once again, pressing soft kisses as his fingers leave your clit and press inside your pussy instead. "ah- jude-" you whine, throwing your head back into the pillows when his ring finger and middle finger rub against your g spot.
he abuses the spot with efficiency, your legs bucking up and consistent whines leaving your mouth.
"that feel good, yeah? mm, listen to how wet she is. she's loving it." jude refers to your pussy - moaning at the sounds it makes everytime he curls his long fingers.
"feels so fucking good jude, fuckfuckfuck-" you moan, clit pulsing in need.
he moves down your body, spreading your legs apart more so he can rub your clit with his other hands thumb. you let out a loud yelp at the combination of his fingers curling against that spongy spot inside you, and his thumb rubbing your needy clit.
"fuck.. can feel you clenching so much. you're loving this, ay?" jude groans, kissing your inner thigh and sucking another hickey onto the skin.
you nod furiously, hips bucking up into his hand. "please keep going- im gonna cummmm!"
jude doesn't think twice and adds a third finger, slamming all three in and out of your pussy.
a loud moan of his name escapes your mouth, squirting all over his face and hands. he doesn't stop, just slows down so you can feel your orgasm till it ends. once he hears you whine in over stimulation he pulls away, stuffing his fingers into his mouth and lickinf your juices off with a low moan.
you watch him with a pout on your face, legs shivering and pussy pulsing.
"stop pouting, twat.. " he kisses you softly, immediately turning your pout into a smile.
jude lays down next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you as you cuddle up against his chest.
he kisses the top of your head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, dick still hard in his sweatpants but for tonight, he's fine with being blue balled.
making out with your sworn enemy isn't exactly your proudest moment. but, neither of you can resist how good it feels - which is why you keep running back to each other.
warnings : alot of kissing, groping, almost getting caught, cussing
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"mmph- fuck. slow down." you groan against jamals lips, pushing at his chest to give yourself some space to breathe.
he pants, looking down at you with hatred and hunger. "stop commanding me around. i want to kiss, so kiss me." he says, already pressing his lips against yours roughly.
you moan into the kiss, unable to hide how much your enjoying his roughness.
jamals never an aggressive guy , until it comes to you. you just piss him off in a way nobody else is capable of. he swears he hates you, yet he spends most of his time during halftime with his tongue down your throat.
he squeezes your right boob with his hand, smirking as he hears you gasp in pleasure. his fingers pull at your nipple, teasing you in a painful way he knows you find pleasure in.
you pull away, trying not to laugh when he whines. "enough kissing, the breaks almost over. i have other stuff to do, k? you're seriously not on top of my priority list during a game."
he rolls his eyes, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "yeah, me too. don't think your special, or whatever."
the two of you step away from each other the second you hear footsteps outside of your dressing room. shoving him behind the door, you fix your hair to seem normal when your teammate kylian walks in.
"you good, chérie?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, noticing your flushed skin and shaky hands.
"oui, im good. let's go back." you hurry him out of the dressing room, looking back to watch jamal slip into his own.
trying to conceal a smile, you get giddy thinking about the next time you'll be making out with jamal musiala.
little do you know, he's finding a liking in this secret situationship. and he's already planning on making you let him fuck you. as enemies, of course. or he's just trying to convince himself he still hates you.
jude being absolutely obsessed with the girl he fucks 24/7 (aka you) , loving every inch of her even if she probably enjoys arguing with him more than having sex.
warnings : sex, toxic jude, cussing, pussy eating, over stimulation
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jude puts his phone down with a thud, rubbing his tense eyebrows. obviously, he's not taking the loss well, why the fuck would you point that out?
always running your mouth. whatever, he's used to it. he kinda likes it, but he'll never admit that.
twenty minutes later, he hears his phone buzzing and he immediately picks up without even checking if its you, mumbling the room he's in.
after impatiently waiting on the king sized bed, the door finally opens and you walk in wearing shorts and one of his oversized shirts that you stole from him a couple of months ago.
jude gets up, walking over to you and kissing you. his lips smack against yours with some sense of urgency that only you can mimic.
"mm- slow down. i just got here." you try to speak, barely able to pull away before he stuffs his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in surprise.
"please, let me fuck you. im so hard, y/n. i need your pussy." he whines, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and nose.
you roll your eyes but nod in consent.
jude doesn't waste one millisecond, lifting you up and throwing you down on the plush bed, taking his shirt off right above you which makes you bite your lip.
theres nothing more you love than admiring judes body. he's toned, has abs and a big dick, and muscles. what more can a girl want?
you spread your legs teasingly, taking your time unbuttoning your shorts.
jude clearly doesn't find it nearly as funny aa you do, since he roughly grabs them and pulls them down your legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor.
"you're actually pissing me off." he grumbles, pulling your panties off to and leaning down, licking a strip up your already wet cunt.
"so? that's what im best at- ah!" you moan as his plump lips wrap around your pulsing clit, sucking as if his life depended on it.
you squirmed on the bed, unable to move due to his strong hands holding your thighs down. incoherent words and moans come out of your mouth due to how good and overwhelming his tongue is.
he eats your pussy out like a starved man, groaning at the taste and gripping you tighter when he feels your hips trying to move away from his face.
"don't run from me pretty, you taste so good." he practically moaned into your pussy, tongue licking against the gummy walls.
jude was clearly enjoying himself. not only was he moaning just like you, but he was basically humping the mattress.
"im gonna cummm! please please please don't stop-" you babble on and on continuously, pussy leaking straight into his mouth.
jude doesn't stop or slow down, instead he sucks on your clit again because he knows that makes you cum every time.
you immediately orgasm, gasping and closing your eyes shut in nothing but pure pleasure. "jude, fuck."
he continues eating you out to prolong the orgasm until you smack his head.
"im obsessed with your pussy." he smacks it softly, snickering at your legs closing on instinct.
"can i fuck you now?" he mumbles, sliding his shorts and boxers down.
you roll your eyes, clearly exhausted from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you 30 seconds ago.
"give me a minute, geez.. i don't have footballer stamina."
jude sighs but lays down next to you , watching as you try to slow your breathing and relax.
"okay.. im good. but im not doing any work, yeah?"
"fine with me. cmon, on your belly." he taps your waist, motioning for you to turn around.
you comply silently, lazily rolling around so your face is stuffed in the pillows, extremely close to falling asleep.
jude rolls on a condom before positioning himself behind you, spreading your ass cheeks and pressing his thick mushroom tip against your pussy.
"fuuck. you're so tight." he pushes in, making both of you moan at the delicious feeling.
once his cocks fully inside you, he starts thrusting. not slowly, not softly, but fast and rough. just the way he knows you love. his hips slam against your with a loud plap-plap-plap! , girthy dick hitting spots you didn't know existed.
"shiiittttt, jude!" you moan mindlessly into the pillow, mouth wide open in pleasure.
he groans in response, lifting your hips up so he can fuck his cock into you in a different angle.
"i love your pussy so fucking much, oh my god." he practically whines, eyebrows furred in pleasure as a thin layer of sweat forms on his beautiful skin.
"you gonna cum, pretty? can feel you- fuck, clenching around me. 's so tight."
you nod into the pillow desperately, turning your head to the side so you can speak clearly.
"im- im gonna cum. please. please let me cum?" you whimper, tears streaming down your face from how good everything feels , even if you were about to fall asleep 6 minutes ago.
judes thrusts turn even rougher (if possible), his breaths coming out hard and quick. "cum with me, pretty."
at his demand, you immediately start cumming all around his cock. moans turning into whines and pussy clenching impossibly tight as the knot unravels in your lower tummy.
he finishes right after you, moaning your name as his hips still, cumming into the condom.
jude collapses ontop of you, kissing your sweaty shoulder as you both try to catch your breath.
"that was.. really fucking good." he mumbles, kissing your neck, then ear.
you only nod in response, too tired to reply verbally. jude knows you're pleased though, noticing the small smile on your face even though your eyes are closed.
jude knows you two aren't exclusive , but sometimes it's nice to pretend otherwise.
after a couple minutes of nonstop fucking, jude feels your gummy walls clenching around him just enough to make his hips stutter, losing his rhythm.
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in which, jude bellingham falls for his coaches daughter during training for the worldcup
warnings : cussing, mentions of sex and suicide
"so what, you just.. sit here all the time and watch us play? kinda boring, innit?" jude questions, looking down at you as you sit on the bench, a cup of iced coffee in your hand.
"yeah. it's kinda fun. plus, who'd miss up the opportunity to watch hot sweaty guys run around shirtless?" you smirk, poking fun at him.
jude rolls his eyes, sitting down next to you and stretching his long legs out, toned dark thighs pressing against yours.
"don't you have school? swear, you're more unemployed than me." he nudges you, looking you up and down for the third time in the past 10 minutes.
you shrug, sipping the iced coffee. "i do. i just.. tend to skip. hate it there."
"yeah.. yeah. schools ass. maybe you should start playing footie. then you'd have an excuse to skip."
"only if id be like, super good and famous." you sigh, looking at the sky with furrowed eyebrows as if you were genuinely considering it.
"sounds like me." jude smirks, leaning back against his elbows to sit more comfortably.
"ew."
"wha-" "cocky footballers might be the death of me."
"im not cocky. " jude mumbles, now frowning in offense.
you stare at him, raising an eyebrow as if saying you sure?
jude grumbles, rolling his eyes. "okay, sometimes. so? being confident is the way to live."
"confident and cocky aren't the same thing, dumbass. you're.. kinda a mix of both." you reply, really looking at him this time.
"like, in a good way?" jude winks, making you scoff in return which turns his smirk into another frown.
"get back to training, dude. dads gonna kill me if you fall off." you push his bicep softly, trying not to moan at how hard and big it is.
"yeah yeah.. ill be back. keep watching me, pretty!" he runs off, joining the rest of the team in laps.
"hmf.. he's kinda cute." you mumble, watching him from afar as you bite your lip.
"THE jude bellingham flirted with you?! do you understand how crazy that is?!" your friend, lucy shouts at you, smacking your hand repeatedly in excitement.
"ow, ow! i didn't say he flirted with me. he kinda just.. gassed himself up in front of me. typical." you roll your eyes, leaning against her pillows on her queen sized bed.
"y/n, im serious. you can't pass up an opportunity like this. think about the money, the fame, the dick!" she squeals, jumping around and already imagining your future as a wag.
"no, no, and no. well, maybe." you ponder, looking off. "he is cute.. but, who says he actually wants me? im not getting played by a footballer. that's disgraceful."
"if a man like this played me, id thank him."
"that's cause you have no self respect."
"hey!"
you take her phone from her, scrolling through his instagram and biting your lip, something you tend to do when you see jude.
"just, give it a chance. flirt back. see what happens. and update me!" lucy demands, watching your face carefully as you sigh, eyes turning to her.
"fine. but if he rejects me, im killing myself out of embarrassment. and then im gonna haunt you for causing this."
"yea bla bla bla! trust me. in two months, you're gonna be making out and having sex in some hotel room suite of his in miami."
two months later.. the world cup has been absolutely insane, your dad taking you along with him to watch the english team matches.
since you're both familiar with the team and your dad being their regular coach - vip access was basically a gift from the team.
it's about 2 am in new york. you're standing off to the side of the celebration party after the 2-0 win against panama. jude scored first, with harry kane securing the win in the 67th minute.
you've been watching jude for the past 20 minutes as he gets congratulated left and right. shaking about 60 hands in one night.
when he's finally free from all the praise, he walks over to you and leans against the wall next to you, looking at you. "hey, pretty."
"good game. congrats on the win." you smirk softly, looking up at him due to the height difference.
"thanks.. thanks. i saw you in the stands you know. spences jersey? seriously? he barely played." jude rolls his eyes, clearly upset you didn't favour him over his teammate.
"chill out. i just bought the one that was available. yours were all sold out, mr popular."
he snickers, leaning down to look at your face in more detail, his minty clean breath hitting your senses.
"wanna.. wanna come to my hotel room? we can celebrate.. just the two of us." his hands finds yours, tracing your manicured nails.
"is that an invitation to fuck?"
"i mean, if you want it to be." he shrugs, licking his bottom lip as he stares at yours.
"don't get ahead of yourself , big boy. take me on a date first." you press a finger against his chest, staring up with a challenging smirk.
"a date?.. okay. i can work with that." he nods, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"maybe when we get back to england.. yeah?" you suggest, blinking up at him softly through your lashes.
"sounds good to me, pretty. ill handle all the planning, yeah? you just.. sit and relax." he presses a kiss to your chin just below your bottom lip, pushing off the wall and leaving you there, stunned but giddy as fuck deep inside.
in which, michael olise finds himself attached to the new girl at bayern munich.
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its a quiet afternoon in the training centre, the only sounds being the coach running drills with players. others are training on their own, or sleeping on the bench - *cough cough, joshua*
michael is on his second lap around the pitch, focusing solely on his breathing and the way his cleats hit against the soft grass.
the conversation of his teammates is muffled by his airpods, a new pr package he received yesterday.
he doesn't realise there's a girl on the pitch, until the coach whistles loudly to get everyones attention.
"listen up! i know this isn't the way we usually do this, but we have a new addition to the team. all the way from southern france, y/n dubois. she'll be playing with us starting today. got it?"
everyone nods slowly, still staring in slight disbelief as this has never happened before, but they all knew it was a possibility.
"hello, im y/n. nice to meet you all, im excited to be playing with you all from now on." you smile widely, already extending your hand to greet every single player on the pitch.
they go in order, some smiling more than others but being polite and welcoming regardless.
and then there's michael, who's now standing behind everyone, trying to calm his breathing from the running- or is it from you? eitherway, he's not moving.
once you finally notice him and go over to greet him, his eyes widen a bit in shock and shyness, trying to regain some cool.
"hello! im-" "y/n. i heard." he clears his throat, looking down at your extended hand before ultimately deciding to shake it.
"im michael. michael olise." he mumbles, finally making eye contact with those pretty and warm eyes of yours.
"ohh- tu viens de France aussi?" you ask with a big smile, happy to meet a fellow frenchie.
he nods, deciding not to answer verbally.
your smile falls a tiny bit, which makes his heart race, but not in a good way. "yeah im- im french. ça va?"
two months later after meeting, he's become quite literally attached to you. not like he admits it, but everyone else says it. the fans, the press, your teammates- and the list goes on.
michaels a shy guy, but he's extra affectionate to people he loves. wait, does he love you? maybe. he doesn't know.
it's the small things - running laps with you at training or only passing the ball your way during matches. it works in the teams favour though, since your goal shoots have extreme precision.
today, michael indirectly invited you over to his apartment to help him sort out gifts for his younger brothers birthday.
"aww, this is adorable!" you squeal, lifting up a photo frame of michael and richard when they were young.
michael looks up from the gift he's wrapping, shrugging with a neutral look on his face. "i guess. he's gonna think it's corny. you know how 15 year olds be."
you roll your eyes, placing the photo frake down carefully and crossing your arms over your chest. "he'll get over it. i had that phase too."
"you? i doubt it. you're like.. a ball of sunshine. all happy and.. cute 24/7."
a small laugh escapes your mouth, immediately slapping a hand over it. "bullshit. you think im this happy every second of the day?"
"aren't you?" he mumbles, raising an eyebrow at you.
"well, uh, sorta? i believe in sharing positive energy with others, unlike someone-"
michael rolls his eyes, tugging you closer so you focus back on the gifts.
warnings : cussing, making out, slapping, mean riki, bullying, death threats, forced kissing, enemies to..
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he pushes you against the door, your body hitting it with a loud thump!- "ow." you wince, standing up straight and glaring at him.
"why would you tell the principal i vandalized the boys bathroom, bitch?" he verbally spits at you, leaning over you with his height.
you smirk as you remember the eventful day of yesterday, catching riki spray paint the stalls through a gap in the door.
"wow, you stoop this low?" you ask, crossing your arms as his eyes widen, realising he's been caught. he walks over to you, dragging you inside the bathroom. "don't you fucking dare tell anyone, ill kill you." scoffing at his empty threat, you push him off you."don't get ahead of yourself, nishimura. I'll do what i want." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "you'll regret it, y/n. i mean it."
he slaps you, pulling you out of thought as you bring your hand to your cut open lip. "fuck." you groan, looking up at him with a glare. "i told you, you'd regret it." he smirks, staring down at you and speaking in a condescending tone.
riki watches you as you lick up the blood on your lip, wincing at the pain. he grips your chin painfully, forcing you to look up at him.
"why don't you ever listen, y/n? you're making things so hard for yourself."
"fuck off, asshole.. bring me a tissue or something-"
you get cut off as his lips smash onto yours. you try to push him away but he keeps you pinned down, forcing you to kiss him back. his tongue laps at your bloody lip, your hand squeezing his bicep in pain.
"stop squirming." he orders, gripping your throat, kissing you roughly. you pathetically moan into it, not even realising how much you're enjoying his rough treatment.
as you decide to listen and stop squirming, his hand grips your backside, tugging you closer and deeper into the kiss.
"good girl." he mumbles against your lips, slowing down to catch his breath. you pant weakly, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a pout, lips red and swollen.
he chuckles at the visual, pulling away from you and leaving you alone in the classroom.
warnings : smut, eating out + fingering, crying, implied first time
word count : added later
"you're doing so good." sunoo's voice coos at you, his thumb rubbing your clit in soft circles as he kisses at your inner thighs. he knows you've never done this before, so he's trying to guide you to pleasure.
you whimper and squirm, wanting more. "please.. use your mouth, please?" your voice quiets down, begging for more of his touch.
sunoo presses one last kiss to your thigh before removing his thumb, replacing it with his tongue as he circles your puffy clit.
a happy sigh escapes you, relaxing on the bed. your fingers twitch, resting against your stomach.
sunoo experimentally licks your hole, diving his tongue inside slowly. you gasp, thighs instinctively closing but his hands firmly force them apart. he eats you out more desperately, tears coming out of your eyes at the newfound pleasure from your best friends tongue.
soon, he circles your hole with two fingers as he sucks on your clit, slowly sticking them inside even though it's a tight fit.
he moans softly against your core, "you're so warm." you whine, your orgasm nearing. "im close.. let me cum, please, noo."
the knot in your stomach tightens as two of his fingers curl against your sweet spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you mumble incoherent words.
sunoo sucks harshly on your clit, abusing your sweet spot with his fingers until he feels you tighten around him, and soak his fingers with your cum.
you moan his name, thighs squeezing around his head as you come undone. "mm- so.. so good.." you mumble, legs falling limp at his shoulders.
he kisses your thighs before wiping you down with a tissue and cuddling with you on your bed.
you hug him, sighing happily. at your orgasm, and at your now improved mood. whispering a quiet thank you, you fall asleep, unconsciously rubbing your clit against his thigh in your sleep.
he kisees your forehead, holding you close. "goodnight, sweet girl."
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there’s absolutely zero explanation as to why belift would actually send enhypen to another tour when fate plus (which was ALREADY a very unnecessary tour) ended not even 24 hours.
i genuinely can’t seem to wrap my head around this entire situation because there’s no sane company that would overwork their own artists like this. not when they’re sick. not when they can’t even properly perform and give it their all. not when they themselves have spoken about how draining and tiring these past two years have been for them.
it’s so absurd. so weird and so wrong of belift to send them on a tour ignoring engenes protests. to ignore the trending tags and all the protest trucks. it’s insane because when this was related to female dancers belift didn’t waste a single second and removed them. but when it comes to their artists’ fucking HEALTHS they turn blind to everything.
enhypen’s treatment right now is so ridiculously inhumane. they’ve been on tour with consistent comebacks in between for the past two years. they’ve already had concerts in japan recently with fate & fate+ there’s genuinely NO NEED for them to have a ‘japan world tour’ after fate+. there’s no other explanation to this other than belift being money hungry.
to think that enha will be wrapped up in another tour with possible comeback schedule along with award show performances & practices is just so crazy. i can’t even imagine how cramped their schedule already is and it’s only about to become worse.
please for the love of everything if enhypen are coming anywhere near your vicinity with this tour (that will hopefully get cancelled) please don’t GO! please boycott. please let this be more reasons for you to boycott everything related to enhypen, belift and hybe.
please give enhypen a fucking break. trend this on twitter. post on twitter with the hashtags. reblog every tumblr post related to this. trend the hashtags everywhere. repost the posts asking for a break on twitter. please please please boycott i beg the boys don’t deserve this they genuinely don’t.
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT PLEASE SHARE THIS !!!!!!!!!! it’s so insane to me… it’s not gonna end up well… does something serious have to happen in order to people finally wake up :// these boys are not robots they are humans just like us.
summary : smoking weed with bestfriend sunghoon on a random evening.
smoking weed was something you always loved doing. when you were 16, you attended a calamity party and got introduced to all kinds of drugs, choosing a liking to pot. your bestfriend, park sunghoon wasn't the same. he was a self respected guy. at least, that's what he called himself. you never cared that he didn't smoke, but he did.
“give me a hit.” sunghoon says blankly, looking at you through his messy bangs. you scoff, raising an eyebrow and lifting the joint from your lips. “are you serious?”
he glares at you, puffing his bottom lip out in a pout. “im serious. i wanna try it.”
you shrug leaning to the other side of his bed and passing him the joint. “fine, but don't buzz out on me. it's a fat blunt.”
sunghoon takes the joint, awkwardly holding it between his fingers and trying to mimic the movements he saw you do. he places it between his lips, inhaling strongly and coughing loudly, grasping his shirt.
“jesus- fu- fucking hell-” he wheezes, covering his mouth. you roll your eyes at his reaction. “dude, have you never smoked before? not even a cigarette?”
he pouts, glaring once more. “of course i have. it just.. wasn't as strong as this.” he brings the joint to his mouth again, inhaling slowly this time.
he successfully gets the smoke into his lungs, exhaling with closed eyes. “that's.. actually kind of nice."
you smirk, taking the joint from him and taking a hit yourself. “i know, dummy. that's why i smoke it.”
he reaches out for it, asking for another hit. you happily give it to him, the blunt half finished.
after passing it back and forth, both of you are now stoned. except, one is controlling it better than the other. you glance over at sunghoon, his head lolled back and his finger twitching.
“hoon? you good?” you ask, stiffling a laugh. he turns his head to you, opening his eyes that are bloodshot red. “never better.”he shuffles closer to you, laying his head on your stomach as he traces patters with his slim finger on the soft skin.
you close your eyes, letting your self relax under his bodyweight.“your skin tastes good.” he nips at it with his teeth, sucking the mark with his plump lips.
“thank victorias secret for that.” he hums, closing his eyes and falling asleep. you roll your eyes, scoffing in disbelief at how the weed affected him before falling asleep yourself.
in which, the popular girl needs tutoring so yang jungwon offers to help, not expecting to end up sucking her boobs.
word count : 431
warnings : boob sucking, crying, degrading, petnames such as "baby, bitch, loser", sub jungwon
genre : suggestive
jungwon's plump lips wrap around your hard nipple as his hand squeezes the other. he sucks and licks at the bud, rutting his hips against your leg in desperation.
"you're so fucking messy, loser. wipe the drool off your chin. " you scoff, forcing his glasses off and smirking at his eyes trying to regain focus. ".. 'm not messy." he pouts, jutting his bottom lip out and wiping the drool off.
you roll your eyes at how pathetic he is, tugging his head back down, to your other boob this time.
"suck." jungwon happily obliges, licking the hardened bud and gripping your hips to hold himself in place. his plump pink lips slurp and lap against your soft boobs, sucking like he's a baby.
his hips rut against your leg, trying to relieve the pressure in his sweatpants. jungwon nips at your skin with his teeth, marking the area around your nipple.
you breathe in, tugging his head away by grabbing his hair. "mm- enough." he pulls away, a feeling of pride rising in his chest at the mark on your boob.
"i- i like marking you." you roll your eyes, running your hand through his hair.
"of course you do, you big baby." jungwon's pout gets bigger, whining softly. "I'm not a baby." he defends himself, crossing his arms as he continues sitting on your leg.
scoffing, you degrade him some more. "you're a fucking loser."
jungwon's pout gets bigger, his eyes growing glassy and bottom lip quivering a bit "t-that's not nice..," he mutters, trying his best not to cry."
"are you gonna cry?" playfully pouts, acting sympathetic. he shakes his head, sniffling. "stupid little bitch.." you tug his head down to your boobs, his lips immediately attaching to your nipple, and his hand softly squeezing the other.
after some time, you check your phone. "alright, go home now."
jungwon pulls away from your boobs, his pink lips now swollen as he glances at you with a soft frown, confused. you put his glasses back onto his eyes, his vision improving.
"b-but why? im.. im having fun." he nuzzles his face into your chest, softly sucking on the side of your left boob.
"my friend's coming over in like ten minutes. i don't want anyone knowing you were here." you force his head away, pulling your shirt back down, a slightly wet patch poking through it.
he whines, standing up and ignoring the ache in his tight boxers. "fine.. ill go home." he grabs his backpack and goes to walk out of your room, not before looking back at you.
ONLY IF YOU SAY YES. - bff!nishimura riki x reader
summary : riki's always wanted to make out with you, or maybe he just wants to makeout with everyone. after becomimg tipsy at a party, you quickly give in to his desires.
a/n : happy 1year to my blog!! to all my viewers&followers, enjoy this quick riki drabble. love you all, mwa mwa. also- didn't mean for this to get so long.
genre : fluff
warnings : making out, a lil blood, whore calling
wordcount : 970
you somehow ended up at one of the typical frat parties of your college. the host, aka jake sim, was lying on the couch with heeseung and sunghoon next to him, drinking their beers.
they notice you and give you a lazy smirk, jake gettong up to greet you. "hey pretty. where's your escort?" you smile at him, sighing.
"no escort tonight. just waiting for riki to meet up with me." he gives you a sloppy nod, pointing to the kitchen. "think i saw him in there with eun-yoo, pretty. not sure if you wanna interrupt them."
you roll your eyes, knowing what he's indicating. "it's fine, thanks jake. see you around." you walk to the kitchen after smiling at the trio, saying your goodbyes to them quickly.
your e/c eyes look around the messy and crowded kitchen, looking for your best friend, only to spot him making out with the said eun-yoo against the fridge.
sighing in annoyance, you grab a drink, pouring some vodka and mixer into a cup and sipping it before walking up to the pair. "hey eun-yoo, riki. busy?" the two of them break apart, slightly panting. riki smirks at you, pulling away from her fully as she just waves at you quietly.
"you made it. thought you got lost again." he hugs you, pulling you in by your waist and letting his hands rest on your hips before pulling away.
"don't be a dickhead. i only got lost once." rolling your eyes, you smack his chest and cross your arms. "are you gonna hangout with me or do you need some more kissing in your system to properly function?" riki groans at you, muttering a goodbye to eun-yoo and dragging you away as you sip your drink.
you two arrive upstairs, most likely in jake's room. "the hell are we doing here? you got games on your phone?" snickering to yourself, you sit down on riki's lap as he sits down on the bed.
"no games on my phone, y/n. just exhausted." he lays his head on your shoulder, watching you swirl your drink around in the red plastic cup. after a moment of silence, you speak up.
"you know you can't just kiss every girl you feel like kissing, right? you're gonna end up hurting someone, or yourself." he sighs, rubbing his face into your neck from behind.
"they know im not looking for anything serious, plus who cares if i kiss every girl i land my eyes on?"you finish your drink and lean against him to relax. "i know i know.. it's just the principal of the whole situation."
riki rolls his eyes, annoyed at your nice personality. "hey.. why don't you wanna makeout with me?" he looks at you, expecting an answer. "cause im your best friend and god knows where your mouth has been. your lips probably have an std from the amount of lips they kissed."
he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. "you're a real pain in the ass, yk that? im a great kisser- and i know you've never made out with someone before."
he feels you tense up at his words, so he tightens his grip around you. "are you that much of a manwhore that you'd ask your bestfriend to make out with you?" you slightly turn your head to meet his gaze, his eyes boring into yours.
"maybe. is that a yes?" he smirks, tracing patterns with his thumb on your waist. "what would i get out of it? a cold sore? seeing how jake reacts to them, i'd rather not." riki rolls his eyes, scoffing.
"just say yes. it's not that deep, it's just kissing." you sigh dramatically, but agree. "fine, ill make out with you. only cause.. uh.." he snickers, tapping your thighs so you get off his lap. "cat got your tongue? 'ts all in good fun, doll."
you raise your eyebrow at the petname. "doll? which number doll am i?" he smirks, pushing you against the wall. "number 73." playfully pouting, you look up at him. "what a ugly number. id rather be something pretty, like 95."
he rolls his eyes, leaning down to kiss you softly. you kiss him back, placing your hands on his cheeks to tug him closer. his hands find your waist, keeping you close to him. his lips attack yours hungrily, begging for more.
"mm-" you let out a surprised whimper when his teeth bite down on your lip, shutting your eyes closed as you feel blood slightly come out. riki keeps making out with you, licking the blood of your lips, only to shove his tongue into your mouth.
you gotta admit, he is good at making out. no wonder every girl wants to kiss him.
your lips collide again and again until you pull away, needy to breathe. he snickers, finding your lack of oxygen amusing.
"so? how you liking my lips, doll?" ".. do you use lipbalm?" your question catches him off guard, his expression faltering. "sometimes, why? you like it? cherry flavoured."
you tug him closer, a smirk on your face for the first time tonight. "can't tell, let me have a taste again?" he gladly obligates, kissing you passionately and pressing you against the wall.
after spending the next 20 minutes making out, you both decide that's enough. walking back down stairs to the loud party like nothing happened, making sure to cover up the hickeys on your collar bones as you make your way back to jake, heeseung and sunghoon, riki finding his own friends.
jake looks up at you with hooded eyes and a lazy smile, obviously more drunk than when you last saw him an hour ago. "hey pretty. where were you?" sitting yourself down between hee and jake, you smile.
i would like to say a very big fuck u to belift, overworking enha to the max and making the members feel sorry when they dont feel their best to be able to perform. you say you care about your artist's health but do you really? and the fact that they have more fate+ shows and kcon AFTER this upcoming cb is beyond me. DO BETTER BELIFT
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summary : when your boyfriend gets jealous that he didn't get picked to be your partner for a class project.
wordcount : 246
genre : fluff, jealous bf trope
talking to taki, aka your best friend and now partner for a project, you don't realise your boyfriend is standing behind you with a pout and crossed arms.
as your conversation about deciding when and where to meet to start continues, ni-ki loses his temper and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
you can immediately tell it's him but you don't react. although taki's eyes widen at the image, beginning to stumble over his words. he's always been quite .. careful around ni-ki, due to his cold boy image, even if he was older than the said boy.
taki excuses himself- blabbering something about his teacher asking for him, then running away.
you sigh, turning around to look at your needy boyfriend. "seriously?" he pouts, lifting his head from your shoulder and leaning down to capture your lips with his. "finally i get you all to myself.."
you kiss him back but pull away after two seconds, glaring up at him. "this is the second time you scared one of my friends away, ki."
not giving a shit, he just rolls his eyes and wraps his hands around your waist again. "you're making me jealous. i wanted to do the project with you."
"the teacher picked the mmh-!" your words get cut off as he kisses you, trapping you between his body and your desk. finally accepting it, you lean into the kiss.
ni-ki smirks, knowing he'd beg the teacher to change your partners eitherway.
STEALING KISSES¡! ➱ in which your boyfriend shows more interest in making out with you, rather than spending time with his friends.
genre : fluff
warnings : kissing, playing with piercing
word count : 251
a/n : take this as an apology for discontinuing the jw smau<3
ni-ki's soft lips attack yours with no signs of stopping as yours move in sync with his. he kisses you continuously, his tongue prodding at your lips to enter your mouth. after he feels your lips part, he stuff his tongue inside your warm mouth, fighting with yours in a romantic way.
ni-ki's hands slip under your shirt, playing with your belly button piercing. you pull away for a split second, his lips seeking more attention.
"ki, let's go back to them- they're still waiting for us in the living room." he rolls his eyes and kisses along your jaw line. "one more minute won't kill anyone. they're too stupid to realise we're gone anyway."
a soft sigh leaves your mouth but you tap his cheek anyways, signaling for him to kiss you again. he immediately obeys, slamming his lips onto yours and his left hand going back underneath your shirt.
his fingers softly tug at the belly piercing, fidgeting with it and painfully but pleasurably stimulating your skin. after another minute of kissing, you pull away leaving him with a pout on his face and his hands gripping your hips.
"but.. please? don't you love me? don't you wanna let me steal more of your kisses? " his attempt to persuade you fails as you push him off you and get up from the bed.
"shut up and come. don't be a bad host, your guests are waiting."
ni-ki groans but gets up and follows after you, holding your hand tightly.
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