#handsy

he's not as innocent as he seems...

-contains suggestive af themes

jeongin is not a pervert.

jeongin is a gentleman.

wrong!

as cute as he is, theres a side of him that comes out only when its the two of you. if you think minho, chan or hyunjin are the handsy members, innie stands at the top of that list.

I feel like katsuki would be a disastrous passenger. solely because he cant keep his hands to himself.

You were supposed to be the designated driver, but Katsuki’s big palm is resting on your thigh, thumb lazily brushing the inside edge of your skirt. He’s staring out the window, pretending like he’s not burning holes into the skin he’s not touching yet. You shift in your seat, thighs pressing together, and that smug little curve hits the corner of his lips. “What?” he mutters without looking at you, voice low, rough. “You keep squirming like that, ‘m gonna start thinking you want something.” His hand doesn’t move, but suddenly the air feels hot, and every bump in the road makes your breath hitch just a little louder.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

⊹₊⋆ likes, reblogs, replies, and follows are appreciated!

⊹₊⋆ if it could help me write better, please don't be shy to let me know!

⊹₊⋆ requests are open for now!

cw: weed:) aged-up 3A. everyone is an adult in this piece.

remembering that shoto is canonically close with denki, and also putting in my hc of denki loving a joint, i give you high shoto. mans would be soooo giggly, all his normal stoicness and resolve fading with each hit those two boys shared. his eyes would get so red and glossed over, with a shit-eating smirk on his face. his laugh would sound melodic as you walked up to them outside.

he would turn, albeit a bit slowly, to take in your figure approaching. his smile would only grow wider, a drawn out "heyyyyy," coming out of his mouth.

he would be so much more touchy. behind closed doors, yes he was affectionate, but not usually with others around. high shoto, though, grabs your hand, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his thick arms around your waist.

"hi," once more, because he forgot he already greeted you. his eyes would slowly move across your face and figure, trying to take in all of you in his inebriated state. he would kiss your shoulder, mumbling that 'you smell good.'

"yeah just rub it in, why don't ya."

You let out a soft breath when Bela’s hands clench into fists on the couch. The cushions dipped slightly under her tension. You sighed, a faint smile on your lips, rocking your hips where you straddled her lap, the fabric beneath your knees dragging faintly against your skin. History books and notes had already slid from the couch, forgotten somewhere near your feet.

You leaned closer, lips brushing along her throat, your breath warm against her skin as you took in the soft jasmine that lingered there, faint but stronger the closer you got, the familiar smell making your heart flutter.

“Come on, Bela… you have to be sick of it. You’ve been watching your sisters, fixing their messes, dealing with all your AP classes, and helping me on the side.”

You guided her hands onto your thighs. Her fingers were warm, hesitant at first, like she wasn’t sure how tightly she was allowed to hold you. Bela let out a strangled breath, her almost-gold eyes dropping to where her hands rested, slowly uncurled now, pressing into your skin.

“You take care of everything, Bela. You carry your mother’s expectations.” You shifted slightly, letting her feel the weight of you. “You don’t have to be that with me.”

Her eyes lifted to yours, her mouth parting before she closed her eyes, pulling in a slow, steady breath that brushed warm against your collarbone.

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb along her cheek, feeling the slight warmth there. “I can handle it, Bela. Show me.”

Her eyes opened again, something tighter, more focused behind them. She took a shaky breath before her fingers came up, cupping your face, gentle and almost careful, as she tugged you into a soft kiss.

“You will tell me if it’s too much.”

“Sure.” You glanced around the room, lips twitching despite everything. “Lampshade can be the safe word.”

Bela raised a brow. Then, finally, a small smile broke through, soft and real.

“I love you.”

You grinned, leaning in again. “I love you too—”

Your breath hitched sharply when her fingers suddenly curled into the hair at the base of your skull, gripping tight. Her teeth found your neck, nipping, sharper each time, sending quick, stinging bursts through your skin that faded into heat almost immediately.

You groaned softly, your fingers twitching against her shoulders. “Bela—”

A sudden shift knocked the air from your lungs.

Your back hit the couch, the cushions pressing firm beneath you as the world tilted for half a second before settling. Bela followed, her weight grounding you there. Her hair slipped loose around her face as she leaned over you.

Your pulse kicked, sharp and sudden.

She grabbed your wrists, firm and unyielding, pressing them into the arm of the couch. The pressure held you there, solid and impossible to ignore.

“Stay,” she growled.

The word settled low in your chest.

You bit your lip, nodding, your breath catching as you forced yourself to go still.

There was a soft clink, metal against fabric, as she pulled a knife from her back pocket. The same one you had seen her clean, sharpen, and care for with quiet focus.

Your body tensed before it even touched you.

The blade traced up your skin, cold and sharp enough to make you flinch. Your breath stuttered as it passed, the sensation chasing into warmth in its wake. A slow, involuntary shiver followed, your thighs pressing together without thinking.

For a second, all you could feel was that contrast. Cold, then heat. Your body reacting faster than your thoughts.

Bela was a reserved, dedicated lover.

This was something else entirely.

Her lips moved lower, finding your stomach, your chest. The warmth of her mouth made you shiver again, the lingering sensitivity making every touch sharper. She sucked harder now, leaving marks you could already feel forming beneath your skin.

Her grip tightened suddenly on your waist, fingers digging in, grounding and overwhelming all at once. When her teeth sank harder into your hip, the sharp sting pulled a gasp from you. Your hips lifted without thinking, one of your hands tangling in her hair.

She looked up.

Your body stilled immediately.

A jolt of awareness ran through you as you hurried to fix it, moving your hands back into place.

“Sorry—”

“I said don’t move.”

Her voice was low, steady, leaving no room to argue.

You swallowed, nodding quickly. “It was an accident—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Her hands shifted, her grip tightening as fabric was dragged down your legs, the movement firm and unhurried. The sudden change, cool air brushing against your skin where there had been warmth, made your breath hitch.

Before you could adjust, she pulled you closer.

Her knees hit the floor with a dull thud, her hands firm and insistent, guiding your body exactly where she wanted you.

The first touch made your breath catch hard, your body jolting at the intensity.

“Ah—wait, it’s too— it’s too much—”

Your words broke unevenly, your body reacting faster than you could think, heat rushing through you all at once.

Bela didn’t stop.

You twitched beneath her, your back pressing harder into the couch, fingers gripping at the cushions as if that would steady you. Sounds slipped from your lips before you could stop them, your body tightening, pulling, chasing something you couldn’t slow down.

Her nails dug into your skin, sharp enough to sting, her grip unrelenting, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.

Bela knew your body.

She knew exactly how to push you there, fast and overwhelming, leaving you no space to think, only feel.

You clawed weakly at the couch, your voice catching as you tried to say her name.

When she looked up, your back arched, a broken sound tearing from you as everything hit at once, too fast, too much. Your body tightened before giving way completely.

For a moment, everything blurred.

All you could hear was your own breathing, uneven, your body heavy against the couch, every nerve still lit up and slow to settle.

You barely had time to move.

Bela was already there.

Towering over you again, pressing you back into the couch, the cushions dipping beneath you. Her lips crashed into yours, warm and insistent, her mouth open as she pulled you into the kiss.

You moaned softly, the sound caught between you as her tongue brushed yours, slow but demanding.

“Bedroom,” Bela said, her voice rough, grabbing your wrist.

You nodded immediately, your legs unsteady as you followed her, the room still feeling just slightly off-balance around you.

____________________________________________

The next morning came slowly.

Sunlight spilled across the bed, warm against your skin. You shifted, still half-asleep, only to wince sharply as your body protested, a soft gasp leaving you before you could stop it.

Every movement pulled at something sore. Something tender.

You lay there for a second longer, letting the feeling settle before carefully pushing yourself upright. The sheets tangled loosely around your legs, still warm from where you had been lying.

A slow breath left you as you glanced down.

Your thighs were dotted with crescent-shaped indentations, faint but unmistakable. Your arms were lined with deeper bruises, fingerprints pressed into your skin like they had been left there on purpose. Your neck and chest were covered in a mix of lighter marks and darker ones, some shallow, some deeper, shaped clearly like Bela’s teeth.

You traced your fingers over the bite on your neck. Heat crept up your neck despite yourself.

Behind you, the bed shifted.

Bela stirred, blinking awake slowly, her gaze landing on you almost immediately, sharp and searching, like she was bracing for something.

Like you might leave.

You huffed a small laugh, glancing down at her. “Well… you look like you feel better.”

A faint blush spread across her cheeks, her hand lifting to cover part of her mouth, though it didn’t quite hide the small, satisfied curve of her lips. Your heart gave a soft flutter at the almost bashful look.

“I… will admit I feel much less stressed.”

She sat up slowly now, more cautious than before. Her eyes flicked over you before her hand lifted, fingers brushing lightly over the darkest mark on your neck.

Something quieter passed through her expression, something pleased, something a little dangerous, before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” she murmured. “Stay here.”