Summary: Fresh off a long-term relationship and with nowhere else to go, you decide to look online for options. Amongst all the creepy listings and overpriced apartments you find an ad that changes your life. “Roommate Wanted”. With nothing left to lose, you text the number and show up to the interview expecting literally anything but what you walk into.
Author’s Note: This is not a reverse harem. This is 100000000% based off New Girl (one of my favorite shows ever) but it is not the same so don’t worry about it being just like a rip off lol. Some things are similar but mostly it’ll be new ideas. The characters are not based on the NG gang, so don’t try to find them (lolll). this story will be told in random isolated scenes with no plot, no end goal, no schedule, and no word count/limit. This is just for fun!! xx
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♡ Warnings ♡ : no plot, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, creampie, unprotected sex (let’s assume Y/N is on the pill), choking (kinda)
A/n: i wrote this last night cuz i couldn’t sleep and im kinda proud aboout how it turned out since i was half asleep, it’s a bit short to what im used to writing but i hope you enjoy it!! and please let me know if i missed something in the warnings, thank you for reading ♡
When you accepted Chan's date you didn't know it would end up like this.
He took you to the movies later than what you were used to, first taking you to one of your favorite restaurants and surprising you when he showed you the tickets he had just bought in his phone.
What movie were you about to watch? You had no idea. But something told you that you weren't going to pay attention to the movie at all.
Chan took your hand and guided you to your seats, giving you a mysterious smile when instead of walking to the row of seats you usually take he kept walking.
He finally stopped when you arrived to the very last row of seats, the ones at the top. You shared a knowing look to the man next to you, but he didn’t say a word, smiling innocently to you.
The trailers started, and you looked around the almost empty room. Was it this empty because it was late, or was the movie a bad one?
You had no clue. But to be honest, you didn't care to find out either.
The movie started after a few more trailers, and you looked around the room, it remained almost empty. You were happy when you noticed that Chan and you were the only ones at the back and since the movie had no interesting plot, you decided to entertain yourself the unspoken way Chan had planned since the start.
Placing your hand to rest on Chan's tight, you studied his face as he paid full attention to the enormous screen in front of you, staring at his beautiful features iluminated by the screen, your hand started to crawl up slowly until it reached his crotch, your objective.
He finally caught what you wanted to do and instead of slapping your hand away, he put his on top of yours and encouraged you to continue with a smile.
Deciding for continuing in a more comfortable position, you plopped in front of him, kneeling as you pulled his zipper down. He was half hard in front of you, so you stroked him a little to make him more excited. It worked, and you finally freed his pretty cock completely.
Licking your lips at the view in front of you, your hands took his member and started to work on him slowly. You heard him hiss, and that motivated you to kiss his pink tip, your big eyes staring at him as you did so.
You would lie if you say your mouth didn't water when you kissed his cock gently. So you stopped playing around and finally allowed him inside your mouth, taking as much of him as you could, your hands around the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your wet cavity.
Chan's hand rested on your head, his eyes closing for a moment as the sensation of being in your warm mouth overwhelmed him.
He thrusted into your mouth slowly, making you gag on him and drawing a few tears from your eyes, groaning quietly at the sound you made. You moaned uncontrollably, starting to bob your head up and down his member.
He twitched inside your mouth and you knew he was close to his release, he felt it too, but apparently he had other plans on how he wanted to finish.
He made you stand up, turning you so your back was in front of him, and then he took you by the waist to make you sit on him. You bit your lip to help quiet the moans that wanted to escape you as you felt his erection under you.
Chan separated your legs with his hands, breathing on your neck as you and him watched his hand disappear under your skirt. With his other hand, he covered your mouth to muffle your obscene noises as he played with the wetness between your legs.
"look at you, such a needy slut" he whispered quietly against your ear, biting your lobe before he continued speaking "you're dripping and I didn't even touch you. Are you this wet only from sucking me, babygirl?" you nodded at his words, unable to speak because of the hand silenciating you.
He pushed your panties to the side, lining his cock against your entrance, teasing you for a few seconds before finally entering you.
Chan had to put more efforts trying to hide your moans when he entered you, the delicious feeling of having him inside you made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. You tried hard to breathe like a normal person again, and when you were finally able, you sat upright.
His hand left your mouth and with the other he gripped your hips, indicating how he wanted you to move above him.
You complied to his wishes, moving slowly to dissimulate what you were doing with him.
But Chan had no patience left for the pace that you were using on him, the hold on your hips becoming harder and making you move faster.
He was driving you crazy, making you whimper a bit too loud. You missed his hand covering your mouth, so you thought it would be smart if you bit your finger to silence your cries of pleasure.
You were close, and you could feel he was getting there with you, too.
One of his hands wrapped around your neck and brought you to his chest, his nose passing from your neck until his mouth reached your ear again.
"cum with me, Y/N" he ordered, playing with your clit with his other hand to help you find your release.
And with those words, you arched your back to his chest, his hold on your neck keeping your upper body in place. You came undone when the feeling of him exploding inside you triggered your sweet release as well, your legs shaking slightly at the new experience with your boyfriend, secretly loving the adrenaline of the possibility of being caught in such an indecent state with him.
You stayed like that until your legs felt more stable for you to move on your own. Closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder, trying to stable your breath, you smiled and cleaned the sweat that had formed on his forehead.
"I hope you're not tired, Y/N. I was planning on a second round after we get home" he said, making you open your eyes to look at him.
"But for now, babygirl, I need you to keep my cum safe inside you. Be a good girl and do as I tell you" he pulled out of you, pushing the cum on your thighs inside of you with his fingers as he accommodated your panties, taking his stained fingers to your mouth for you to clean them up.
"you're so good for me, baby., maybe when we get home I can reward you. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to stand up tomorrow” he kissed your temple, making you shiver at the image of what was awaiting you at home.
i was rereading some unfinished and unpublished fic and one scene made me wet myself with laughter so I can’t help myself and post it - out of context but whatever :-) I call it...
Finn uses his brain
“So… who are you after? Quinn, then?” Sam asked. “Cause I could try it with Rachel, if you like.”
“Why would I like it?” Finn said.
“I’m just saying maybe we should make an agreement instead of stealing each others girls all the time.”
“Rachel as well as Quinn never was yours!” Finn exclaimed. He jumped up. “And they never will be! I will make them both love me and have a poly… am… multiple love relationship with me. Bye!”
And he, too, left. Sam was alone in the cabin now, and he was close to crying. He also wanted a girl, it so wasn’t fair that Finn got two and he didn’t get anybody.
He had tried it with Santana but she was way too dominant for him. So there was only one option left. And it was called Brittany.
So Sam went over to the girl’s cabin and knocked.
After a few seconds the door was opened slowly, carefully. A distrustful Santana looked at Sam.
“Ouff, you’re not Berry.”
“No?” Sam said.
“Well, I hope not.” Santana looked up and down, then opened the door and stepped back.
“Are you here to tell us we shouldn’t drink?”, she asked.
“No, I am here to announce Brittany that I am going to court her.”
Santana broke into laughter. Sam folded his arms and waited until she was done. This happened pretty quickly, and she stepped to him, a finger boring into his chest.
“If you as much as look at her I will torture you the Lima highs way”, she said. “Got it?”
“So I shouldn’t?”
“You shouldn’t.” Her voice was alarmingly calm.
Sam gulped.
“But all the good girls are taken.”
Santana squinted her eyes. “How about you stop thinking with your dick and start using your brain? You do have a brain, Evans, don’t you?”
“Yes?”
“Good.”
She closed the door. Sam still stood a few more moments in front of it, not sure what Santana had ordered him to do. No one can switch on their brains just like that. His name wasn’t Einstein, and he had better things to do, anyway.
-
Finn had followed Rachel to the main house. Then he realised the mood she was in wasn’t a good for seducing and he turned back to the Cheerios cabin. Sam came down the stairs when Finn arrived.
“What is your business here?” Finn asked.
“Not your business!”
“I sure hope so! Quinn is mine, remember.”
“Pff.”
Without saying more Sam left. It confused Finn only a little. He went up the stairs and knocked, politeness was always good.
“With your brain”, Santana called from behind the door.
Finn frowned. Then he put his forehead against the wooden door and drove it a few times against it.
“Ouch”, he cursed, holding his hand. But it had worked, the door got opened.
“What the fuck?” Santana asked.
“You what the… Why should I knock with my brain?”
“Did you really just slam your head against the door?”
“Yeah?”
Santana stared at him. Then she turned around.
“Quinn, your dumb slave is here!”, she shouted.
Finn grinned. Yes! Success.
Remember that one makogou fanart with her wearing his shirt and him getting all frisky? Yeah well, turns out when I made it I still needed some extra context and long story short, I kinda fanfic-ed my fanart. uh-huh. I am weird. And it actually inspired some other fanarts.... Was gonna leave it for my own reference but- oh well, here’s some short, plotless makogou fanfic :P
“Where are you going?”
She turned to look at him, her leg raised above his body, surprise evident in her face. His eyes were still closed, his voice barely a whisper, but she was pretty sure he was awake now.
She had counted on her ability to leave his side without disturbing him and had obviously failed. Leave it to her to try to be sneaky…
‘Figures’, she sighed. Straddling his hips, she bent down to land a kiss on his nose.
“I have something to do,” she whispered, “But you can go back to sleep, Makoto-senpai.”
He frowned a little, his lids still closed. “Why am I back to being senpai, Gou?” One of his hands moved to rub his eyes, while the other supported his weight as he rose to a sitting position, revealing his very naked torso, “It feels like I’ve been demoted...”
Blinking away his drowsiness, he focused on his girlfriend’s face and smiled at her cute pout. Oh, those pretty pink lips…
“It’s habit, okay? I can’t help it.”
He chuckled and slid his arms around Gou’s thin waist, bringing her body closer to his. He rested his forehead against hers and stared at her narrowed eyes until she gave up the act with a giggle. His lips connected with hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Sighing contently, she brought her hands to his chest and pushed lightly, breaking their contact. Giving him a brief smile, she twisted around and reached for the end of the bed, only to be stopped by his arms again.
“Where are you going?” he murmured against the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“I told you yesterday. Rin is back for mom’s birthday and I promised to meet him at the airport so we could go buy her a present. Also, your parents will be here any minute.”
He hummed in her ear, her stomach doing that little flip it always did whenever he was this close. Oh no, his hand was wandering down her waist…oh, he had reached the hem of the shirt she was wearing. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. If she let him continue doing that, she was definitely, oh definitely, going to be late.
“Hmm…you are wearing my shirt…” he whispered appreciatively, slipping his hand under the familiar fabric and spreading his long fingers over the bare skin of her navel. He felt her muscles pull taut with a sharp intake of breath, and cradled her face with his free hand for another kiss.
“I-It was the closest thing available. You threw all my clothes across the room.” Mustering all her courage and will power, Gou reached for his arm and tugged halfheartedly. “Now, let go.”
“But we still have time. My parents won’t be arriving until noon.” His hand had slipped between her legs, his middle finger finding her core.
“And just what time do you think it i-ahh! M-Makoto! OH!”
“Will you stay a little longer?”
She whimpered as his finger slid inside her, her hands clutching his arm, blunt nails digging into his skin. “B-But you must promise t-toAH! c-come along afterwa-aah! oh don’t stop-”
“Of course,” he said before kissing her with a triumphant grin. He would be in Iwatobi for just a week, and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Gou before going back to Tokyo.
Even if that meant having to tolerate Rin’s horrible mood.
